Big Balls and Miniature Golf

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Running into Amber when I went to my hometown for a weekend visit was a nice surprise. Learning that everyone from our crew back in the days was still - or currently - in town, made it even better. Agreeing on a night of drinking and fooling around for old times' sake, made my visit perfect.

Since I had moved out of town for college, I had missed my naughty girl friends. Looking back, I had no clue, why exactly I had been a part of their group. Most guys at high school had envied me for being so close to some of the hottest girls in school, but also, they only knew half of the story.

On Saturday night, we met in Amber's flat. It was an amazing reunion. Now in their mid-end twenties, the girls had arguably become even more attractive. Amber was tall, with dark, silky hair and a strong, lean and athletic body. Her boobs were on the smaller side - at least for the standards of our group - but her tight, perfectly shaped butt more than made up for it. She did a lot of workout, including martial arts.

Leila had dark skin, fluffy, curly hair and the most womanly, curvy figure you could imagine. No matter what she was wearing, every piece of clothes appeared to struggle with containing her tits. Finally, Ann could be described as the cutie in our group. Although she was the smallest one, with shoulder long blonde hair and a slender figure, her boobs were nearly as large as Leila's. It almost looked comical, but without doubt, she was extremely hot.

We started the night with a couple of drinking games, and it didn't take long for all of us to feel the effects of the booze. I was in heaven, reminded of how lucky I was, and especially had been during high-school. Being the only dude in the group had always given me some kind of special status among the girls. And especially when they were tipsy, I naturally shifted to the center of the group's attention.

As I was standing and leaning over the couch table to fill our glasses with rum and coke, Leila and Ann across from me on the couch suddenly started giggling. I halted and threw a confused smirk at them. They used to giggle a lot, but the way they had blurted out in exact unison, made me curious about what was so entertaining.

"Hey Tom, remember that PE class where Amber took down her own defense?" Ann asked me, still giggling.

I instantly blushed when recalling the painful memory. We had played soccer, with Amber in the goal and me in her team's defense. Ann - in the opposite team - had gotten the ball and was approaching the goal. Just as I was preparing to engage her, Amber had kicked me in the balls from behind, allowing the chuckling Ann to effortlessly pass us and score.

While the ball kicking and especially sack-tapping had always been fairly *common* in our group, it had been one of the few times, where they actually did it in public. Even our teacher Mrs White had watched it - and added to the humiliation by blurting out in the same laughter as all other females who had been present. It had been such a mean betrayal.

"Umm... yeah, I remember."

"Did you miss it?" Leila instantly followed up with a smirk that I couldn't really classify. It looked like the girls were up to something mean. I closed the bottle of coke and placed it on the table, trying to stay cool and come up with something witty.

When looking down at the table, I noticed a motion in between my legs. Instinctively, I tried to bring my knees together, but Amber was too fast. Just as in my embarrassing memory, she kicked right up my groin from behind, the top of her foot fully connecting with my package.

"*I* suuuure did." she laughed out in excitement behind me, while the crippling rush of pain instantly took me down. I fell onto my knees in front of the low couch table, and let my forehead sink onto it with a deep moan of desperation.

The girlish, tipsy giggle was all over the room. It was almost hysterical, as if they had all this panted up joy that finally got to be released. While I found it somewhat unsurprising that they had enjoyed this as 18/19 year old high school girls, it somehow felt a lot more humiliating coming from the mature women they were now.

The pain really was bad. While Leila and Ann used to be somewhat *gentle* in their sack-tapping, Amber generally had no mercy with my vulnerable manhood. I had actually enjoyed the sack-tapping to some extent, given that the girls naturally got to feel my decent-sized package, and that they placed my manhood in the center of attention. But Amber's kicks were always crushing. It was so unfair.

"Oouughhh... fuck... ohhh god..." I continued moaning and complaining, while silently begging for the throbbing ache to pass. It didn't. I had almost forgotten, just *how much* a good kick in the balls from Amber could hurt. Glancing past my shoulder, I saw her stand on one leg while rubbing the top of her foot, clad in a red sock.

"Poor Tom, I think his balls need a bit more training before he can hang out with us again." Ann said in a mocking voice. "Are they still as large as they used to?"

"I think, they got even bigger." Amber grinned, dropped into the armchair behind me and laid her feet on top of my back.

"Tom, has no girl kicked you in the balls since you moved out of town?" Leila asked in a much too serious and casual way. My face, still flat on the couch table, turned red again. I briefly shook my head. "Really? Not even your girlfriend?"

Truth was, I hadn't had an actual girlfriend. Except from a few occasions, where I had hooked up with some girl at a party, my sex life was a disaster. It never worked out past the second or third date.

"I'm kicking my boyfriend in the balls sometimes." Ann contributed to the humiliating topic. She actually sounded quite proud.

"I did too, but that pussy couldn't take it." Amber said with a joyful cruelty that made me instantly pity her unknown ex.

Luckily, the girls didn't continue this topic for long. I could literally *sense* the shift of power in the room towards the females. They felt so empowered and superior, that in combination with the booze, their attitude suddenly had gotten an ease and confidence that was sexy and scary beyond imagination at the same time.

The evening continued rather casually, to my relief. At some point, the girls were too energetic to just sit and drink. The more they drank, the more active they all became. Soon, they started dancing and fooling around.

I was rather comfortable at the table, but at some point, I couldn't avoid getting dragged into it. With an inviting smile, Ann stood in front of me, took both my hands and attempted to pull me out of the deep armchair. When I resisted, she suggestively placed her foot right in front of my groin on the chair and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to look dangerous.

"Come ooooon, Toooom." With a reluctant sigh, I leaned forward and pushed myself up, my hands still held by hers. The moment, my butt was lifted off the armchair, Ann snapped her foot up, right into my nuts. The kick was by far not as hard as Amber's, but it made me sink back down with a surprised squeak.

Ann narrowed her eyes again, after the joy of kicking me in the balls had elicited a wide, naughty grin from her cute face for a second. When she brought her foot down, she placed it right onto my manhood, pressing it into the cushion. I gasped, pulled my hands away from hers and hugged her leg with both arms in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure.

Just when I was about to start moaning and complaining, I noticed that from my position, I was able to look right up her short, white skirt. With one foot up on the armchair, her thigh widely opened the skirt, and gave way to equally white panties that beautifully hugged her flawless crotch.

I shut up and did my best to endure the painful grinding of her toes on my balls which laid rather unprotected in a loose pair of cotton shorts and boxers. From the visual sensation, my cock started inflating under Ann's foot. She noticed it instantly, let out a giggle and hid her mouth with her hand. Suddenly, Amber was behind me, leaning over the armchair.

"Hey Tooom... oh..." she giggled, when she noticed Ann's foot on my groin. "Have you checked out that new black-light miniature golf place?"

I shook my head. Actually, I had passed it the previous day, with much curiosity. It was odd to find something that *fancy* in our boring town.

"Ohhhh we definitely gotta check it out!" Amber said, directed to everyone in the room.

"Sure... let's do it some time..." I pressed out through clenched teeth. Ann was visibly distracted by the sudden making of plans, but her toes mercilessly continued squeezing my testicles and half-boner into the cushion below, as if she had forgotten about it.

"No Tom, not *some time*. Let's go now!" Saying *some time*, she mimicked my voice and put an extra boring tone in it. Despite the pressure on my nuts and the associated, constant reminder of inferiority, I felt like mocking her, as well.

"Oh yeah Amber, let's go play mini-golf at 11:30 pm. Because the workers there will be so glad to start working night shifts for you."

"Hahaha what do you need the workers for? Do you need someone to hold your hand while batting some balls?" Amber laughed at me while stepping to the side of the armchair and aiming at my balls with an invisible mini-golf club. Almost glad about Ann's foot in my crotch for protection from the real ballbuster, it took me a moment to understand, what she meant.

"Eehhhm... breaking into some place in the middle of the night, being drunk, is always a good idea..." Admittedly, the thought was interesting. But I was not drunk enough yet to ignore the potential consequences.

"Yeah, it is, Tom. And you know why? Because we can finally play *strip-mini-golf*!" Amber continued cheerfully, while swaying her butt in the rhythm of her game with that invisible club.

"Oh là là." I heard Leila comment from somewhere behind me.

I was about to continue our banter, but the words got stuck in my throat. Back in the days, we had never really been doing much actually *naughty* stuff like this. Sad to say, despite our close friendship, I had never gotten the chance to see any of the girls naked. Today, while Ann was wearing a miniskirt and top, Amber and Leila had put on rather boring shirts, and jeans. The idea of getting these off them, suddenly made this seem like an amazing idea.

Before I even got the chance to change my opinion, Amber slapped Ann's thigh quite hard from the top. Ann's leg automatically transmitted the impact to my nuts. I bent down over her knee again and grunted in pain, while Ann rubbed her throbbing thigh with a funny expression.

"Grow some *balls* Tom. Let's go!" Amber decided in determination.

...

I was actually stunned by the place, when I stood in the large hall with various small mini-golf courses. The black-light was intense. In various tones of bright pink to glowing purple, the shapes and forms appeared like what I imagined a LSD trip to look like. Most stunningly, Ann's snow white miniskirt made it impossible to avert my eyes from her cute butt.

What was also intense, was the ache in my balls. They had recovered a fair bit on the way, until I was climbing through the narrow bathroom window that apparently stayed open most nights.

Just as I had gotten one leg through, Leila had pulled my standing leg away from the small step in the wall, making me crush my balls in between the window frame and my pelvis. Given my scream of pain and the loud laughter of the girls, it was safe to say that no security guard was on the area - or he was understandably scared.

Despite all that, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my cock had been half-erect since Amber had said the word *strip*. The atmosphere was oddly intimate and public at the same time. I couldn't wait to see where this was going.

The door opened and Amber came in with four mini-golf clubs. When I reached out to grab the one she offered me, she swung it past my hand with a wide grin, it's unyielding face right into my nuts. Although the impact wasn't hard, I instantly went down. It hurt so fucking bad. After all, these things were made for hitting balls.

Lying on the floor with both hands clutching my manhood, listening to the mean giggle, I realized what a terrible idea it was, to spend the next hours with three drunk and so effectively *armed* girls. I could tell from their faces, how much they enjoyed holding this power. But in order to get them all naked, it was worth it, right?

As soon as I got back to my feet, the game began. We had discussed the rules on the way: Only the winner(s) of a single course got to keep their clothes, everyone else had to take one piece off. We all began without shoes and socks. Approaching the first course, I did the math that I was about 15 to 20 minutes away from seeing some boobs - and maybe 30 for full nudity.

The discomfort in my groin was brutal. Not only had the ache in my balls reached a level that made it difficult to focus on anything else, but my boner grew harder and harder to contain with every minute. Although it was impossible to hide the erection in my shorts, I made sure to always face the visibly amazed girls, while playing. I just didn't want to risk any surprise busts with these cruel putters.

I won the first two rounds without much effort. Ann was terrible, which made it quite clear who was going to end up naked first. Amazed, I watched her take off her top, and in the second round, her panties. I figured that she enjoyed the purple glow of her skirt, and to be honest, I loved watching it, too. The bare knowledge that she was nude below, made it even more amazing.

Leila took off her jeans and top, revealing a set of matching white underwear that finally added some more of the mysterious, fascinating shimmer of the black-light to their female attributes. The contrast to her dark skin was beautiful.

After taking off her jeans in the first round, Amber followed up by slipping off her panties, just as Ann. I stood and stared with an open mouth. Since it was dark except from the backlight, there was not much detail to observe, but the simple outline of her bare, smooth crotch made my mind spin. Leila silently approached me and made me snap out of my fantasies with a rather tender sack-tap that stung nonetheless.

"Your turn, Tommyboy." Still stunned by the second turn of clothes coming off, I stumbled onto the course.

"No, it's not!" Amber complained while stepping in front of me. I took a step back, confused and overwhelmed by Amber's perfect butt and long, muscular legs. I so badly wanted to reach out and touch her.

Amber took aim and suddenly swung her club up high to her side, as if she was about to perform a proper golf swing covering hundreds of yards. Of course, it's face perfectly caught my balls again. It was just about to stop at the highest point, so there wasn't even much momentum behind it. But once again, the pain was absolutely overwhelming. These golf clubs were absolutely brutal. With their shape and size, they perfectly fit under my testicles.

I nearly blacked out, in raging disbelief how such a light pound could inflict so much pain. My knees instantly gave in and I fell forward right in front of Amber's feet and onto the ball.

"Heyyyy fooooouuulll." Amber complained while clearly trying not to blurt out in laughter.

"Yeah Tom, how dare you touch Amber's balls?" Leila's mocking and chuckle really stung.

"Raise your hand in favor of Tom dropping one piece of clothes for punishment... Raise your hand for a veto." Amber quickly directed the vote. Flat on my stomach with both hands clutching my throbbing pair, I wasn't fast enough. "Three versus none. Tom, drop your pants or we will make you."

Her tone was terrifying. While sexy and audibly tipsy, her voice displayed deep pleasure in the control she exerted over me and my manhood - in various ways. Moaning, I did my best to struggle to my feet without opening up for one of the girls to bring me down again. I still took the chance for a glance at Amber's shaven pussy, as she was right next to me. When I finally got to my feet, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, attempting to pull it off.

"I said *pants*!" Amber said in a dominant, threatful voice while swinging her club up in a wide arc just inches next to my body, before it softly came to rest against her shoulder. For a second, I considered simply defying her and taking off the shirt. The moment, I began lifting up my arms, I realized how perfectly she was going to be able to nail me in the balls with my head and arms stuck in the shirt.

Not without a reluctant grunt, I opened the waistband at the front of my shorts and pulled them down. With the extra layer of support gone, my throbbing dick finally managed to get all the space that it wanted and needed. My boxers looked like the famous tent, instantly making the girls laugh out in unison. Thank god, it was not the mocking giggle from previously, but a truly amazed, drunk laugh of joy and excitement.

In the following round, I was really off my game. Nothing seemed to work anymore. My cock constantly got in the way, and every motion, carefully observed by the girls like a pack of hungry hyenas, seemed wrong and clumsy. I actually scored the worst, even worse than Ann.

The second, the round was over, Leila and Ann opened their bras and let them fall onto the floor in front of them. I stared with my jaw on my chest, as two sets of absolutely amazing tits jumped into the open. But the joy was over way too quick.

Out of nowhere, a cold metal club swung up in between my legs. The bar smashed into my nuts and the face ended up in front of me, just next to my dick. My knees gave in - more from shock as from pain - but in that moment, Amber locked the putter's face in my groin like a hook, and yanked me back by it.

My butt bumped against her, and the continuous pull pinned me there. Grunting, I grabbed the cold metal that had caught and squeezed my balls against my pelvic bone, but Amber simply increased the pressure. There was nothing I could do.

"Oooouuuugghhh... fuck... Amber, please..." I moaned. She simply laughed into my ear.

"Are you gonna take off your underwear like a good boy, or do you need some more... *convincing*?"

"Ohhh... fuck... fuck... I will... please..." Suddenly, the putter was pulled down and then back out from in between my legs. I stumbled a step or two until I was right in the center of the girls. With two of them nude above the waist, and one nude below, all of them holding these terrible clubs, I felt like in a wild SM porn. Quickly, not to give them any more incentive to bust my balls, I slipped out of my boxers and fully exposed my reproductive organs.

Feeling the cool air around my balls was very scary. The drunk girls had really gotten into busting my nuts. With my manhood now fully exposed, there was no way that they wouldn't be even more tempted. But one glance at the beauties convinced me that it was worth it. The pain would eventually pass, but the memory of Ann and Leila fully nude except from a magically gleaming short skirt or panties, respectively, was forever. Good lord, if I could only take a picture.

In contrast, Amber without pants was much more taunting. Her legs and smooth crotch looked so perfect and sexy. Seeing the superiority of her body so openly at display, along with the relentless ache in my balls, was somewhat degrading. However, my male body simply refused to stop staring.

"Nice package!" Ann purred, while stepping forward. As if she was not even thinking about it, she grabbed her shining skirt at one side and lifted it up, just far enough that I caught a short glance at her pussy lips. In the same moment, she sack-tapped me in passing.

It was the first time for me to receive a sack-tap with my balls exposed. They bounced up on either side of my raging hard cock after a funny clapping sound. Sweetly giggling, Ann approached the next course to begin her turn.

While in the previous rounds, I had merely been distracted by the ache in my groin, the girls really stepped up the sexy game, now. Ann began by standing with her back to me, spreading and straightening her legs and bending down by her hip far enough that her skirt lifted up to reveal just a hint of pussy and butt cheeks. Her massive tits were trapped in between her arms holding the putter in front of her. Since her skirt was one of the brightest sources of light in the room, I was able to relish all the beautiful details of her sexy body.

I felt something wet and sticky on the tip my dick and realized that it was pre-cum. Holy cow, was I horny. I couldn't believe that this was the case, given that my balls felt as if the girls had been golfing with them for the whole night. Which was not exactly far-fetched...

Playing fully nude below my waist under the girls' careful supervision was a bit embarrassing. I could nearly feel their stares drilling into my dangling, swollen testicles and the throbbing, unrestrained fuck meat.

In the middle of my turn, Ann suddenly laid her club in between her legs like a witch riding a broom, and moaned softly. I cursed the hot skirt for blocking my view. Anyway, it was amazing to see that she enjoyed the show so much. Hadn't she mentioned a boyfriend before? It made me a bit proud that she was probably gonna think of me at some point, while getting pounded by him.

With all the distractions, I really did bad again. But not as bad as before. In the end, I tied with Leila just one try better than Amber. Without hesitation, Ann bent down and pulled down her skirt, before stepping out of it. I gasped, when the cutie with her full, round boobs and curved, but narrow hips suddenly stood fully in the nude.

Amber slowly pulled her shirt over her head and revealed a red bra and a set of tits that actually was significantly larger as I had always thought. While her head was caught in the shirt, I quickly stepped next to her and gave her a rough slap on her bare butt. When the shirt came off and gave way to a dangerous stare, I swiftly stepped out of her - extended - range.

Leila, still only clad in her glowing, purple panties lifted both hands for a high-ten. As we shared the top position, both of us could keep our last piece of clothes on. When I lifted my hands in response, her right hand darted down and she got the bare-sack-tap that she had obviously been impatiently waiting for. It was a lot rougher as Ann's and made me squeak and bend over, my face nearly plunging into her massive tits.

Leila, Amber and I were down to our last piece. Ann was out. We hadn't really thought about what was about to happen then, since the idea of getting fully nude had sounded plentiful. After a quick discussion, we decided that Ann had to place herself on top of the hole of the next, decisive course on all fours.

I was up first. It was a difficult course and I fucked up pretty bad twice. Finally, the ball rolled towards the hole, passing through Ann's feet and knees from behind. It actually looked perfect, until Ann lowered herself, and very lightly touched the incoming ball with her left nipple, giggling. It was deflected to the side and ended up just next to her right hand.

"Heh, that's unfair!" I cried out, nervous about the seven tries that I was at in this round.

"Most guys don't complain when I touch their balls with my nipple." Ann giggled softly. Actually, this argument wasn't half bad. I scoffed and positioned myself right in front of her, my hard cock hovering above her shoulder.

This was an easy one. I bent over deeply one more time to confirm the position of the hole - and check out Ann's boobs from as close as possible - and prepared for my last strike. Just as I swung the putter back, Ann let out a wild war cry and then rammed her head up into my nuts while laughing out simultaneously.

It connected perfectly. I literally fell over her, crying out in agony, while the ball rolled off to her knees again, way too uncontontrolled and fast. Damn, this one hurt again. With each naughty attack, the testicular ache just seemed to multiply. Her head bump was nothing compared to the beatings, my balls had received from Amber's mini-golf club, but I ended up gasping for air on the ground, anyway.

It took me a minute or so to get back onto my feet. Ann was still giggling, while Amber and Leila filled up a new round of drinks for all of us, enjoying the show. I placed myself behind Ann, ready to finish this.

The ball was placed right in between her knees, only a couple of inches in front of the hole. It only needed a little push. When I delivered it, the metal bar of the club softly bumped right against Ann's clit. She moaned deeply from the sudden sensation, a tremble went through her body.

"That's nine!" Leila commented and approached the course with swaying hips and tits and a beautiful, open smile. Winking at Ann, she added "Not bad, *this one* is difficult."

I joined Amber for the drink that I hoped would soothe my testicular ache. Sitting at the sideline, I had to watch helplessly, as both Leila and Amber finished the course in eight tries. It was depressing. When Amber scored after a few fuck-ups from basically half across the course, Leila jumped up, cheering. I had no idea, why she preferred not winning the game.

The two girls placed themselves in front of me in a sexy pose that made my mind spin. Both used the putters like walking sticks, Leila holding it with both hands while leaning forward to present her tits, Amber leaning onto it at her left with the free right hand on her hip and head tilted to the side. Her long, smooth hair fell down onto her left tits that looked like they tried to bust out of her bra. I had no idea, why apparently she had always been wearing bras of smaller size.

Sighting, I got up and steadied myself. All the booze really took its toll at this point. Oblivious of the danger, I lifted my arms and pulled my shirt over my head. The realization of my exposure came a split second, before a brutal pain exploded in my balls with a loud clap.

Almost gratefully, I noticed that Amber had kicked me with the top of her bare foot, instead of using the golf club. Getting my balls flattened by her comparably soft foot was actually wonderful - at least when compared to the cruel, cold metal. Either way, I ended up in the fetal position in front of the laughing girls, rocking forward and back in a fruitless attempt to ease the pain.

As the shirt was still over my arms and partly my head, Amber stepped next to me and roughly pulled it off, leaving me naked and defeated.

"Take up your position, dear." What did she mean? I grunted in a way that it may come across as a question. "Well, Ann did her deed, now you are our... addition... to the course. Leila and I have a match to decide."

I complained, but I already knew that it wouldn't change anything. After all, it was only fair. As I took my position on all fours above the hole of the last course, under the amazed eyes of the three girls, Amber and Leila brought up the question of the prize.

"I think, the winner should be allowed to nurse poor Tom's balls and *soothe* his pain a bit." Leila said. She breathed out the word *soothe* in such a sexy way, that my fantasies instantly went wild.

"Hahaha, great idea." Amber blurted out in tipsy giggle. "I'd love to... *soothe* the ache in his balls."

The sarcasm stung. I felt as if I was traded like a piece of cattle. While the idea of Leila winning the match was more than tempting, the tone in Amber's voice was far from good. Leila really, *really* had to win.

Leila began. From my position on all fours, my butt facing the rest of the course, I actually knew little of what was going on. Obviously, I didn't want to interfere with her. I twitched, when the ball suddenly bumped against the inside of my left calf. A second later, Leila stood between in my feet.

Through my opened legs and past my freely hanging balls, I watched her feet and the club in awe. I was so insanely surrendered to her. With a cute giggle, she playfully took measure at my balls, softly touching them and making them sway with the cold face of the putter.

"Oops, almost got the wrong one. Don't move, Tommyboy." With that, the clang of metal against plastic was audible, not followed by a rush of crippling pain, and the ball securely landed in the hole.

"Six! Not bad, not bad." Amber said and fully focused on her task. Suddenly, Ann walked up to me and went on all fours in front of me, her face right in front of mine. Her smile was absolutely sweet. I had no idea, if she was trying to show some solidarity, or if she wanted to watch my misery from as close as possible.

After only four tries, the ball bumped against my left big toe and ended up right behind my feet. I trembled in anticipation and fear when Amber stepped behind me. If I didn't manage to delay her, she was going to win. With my balls swaying in the open right in front of her, causing trouble was the least, I wanted to do. But I had to. With a deep sigh, I tensed and bent my arms a bit, ready to stop the ball with my chest or so. It was obviously a lot harder for me, as it had been for Ann.

"I'm warning you..." Amber hissed dangerously. Fuck, this was a bad idea. But I just had to. I tried to relax a bit to reassure her.

Amber took measure and aimed for the ball. Then, she swung the putter back. A split second, before it met the ball, I dropped my upper body down to intercept it. Unfortunately, Amber swung the miniature golf club past the ball and right into my balls. With my face nearly on the ground and my butt pointing up, it perfectly connected with the extra sensitive back of my nuts.

I screamed and instantly pushed myself forward and up, while my hip landed flat on the ground. I nearly broke my hard cock that luckily escaped to the front. Just in that moment, I heard the *put* of the club against the ball. A second later, the mini-golf ball softly bumped into my balls and got deflected right into the hole that was in between my legs.

The sound of Amber's victory was absolutely crushing. Almost as crushing as the raging agony in my testicles, or Ann's joyful laugh right in front of my face. I fell down and rolled into a tight ball. Why couldn't it be Leila, I thought desperately.

"Eeeeaaazyyyy!" Amber pressed out in between laughs. It was crazy, how boundlessly joyful all the girls' attitude had become over the last hour or so, with the right amount of booze and ballbusting fun. "Tom, if you would please hand me my prize."

I looked up at her, a tear of pain and desperation running down my cheek. The girl was an absolute sadist. She gleamed in the pain she inflicted on my testicles just as Ann's skirt had been gleaming in the black-light. While dangerously swinging the mini-golf club in her left hand, she held out her right down in my direction.

Reluctantly, I tried to take her hand to get up and face my destiny that I had foolishly sought. Amber pulled her hand away, then held it there again and shook her head.

"My *prize*..." She said with much more intensity. I looked at her, confused. Suddenly, a fully nude Leila was next to me, helping me to my feet. The moment, I was upright, she pushed me into Amber's hand that instantly enclosed around my balls.

"Her *prize*, silly." she giggled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, while the defeating ache of the tall, mean girl squeezing my balls radiated into my body. "I'm sorry, Tommyboy, I would've loved to take care of your poor balls."

With that, Ann and Leila walked out of the room, not even putting on or at least collecting their clothes that laid shattered across the hall. I shivered in fear and anticipation when I was alone with Amber and her cruel, victorious grin. I really liked her, obviously, but the mix of booze and the naughty games targeting my male weak spot had her turned to a sexy, horny beast like a werewolf turned in the full moon's light.

"Do you like Leila more than me?" Amber suddenly said with a ridiculous duck face-like expression of acted disappointment. I quickly shook my head.

"I only prefer the way she treats my testicles." I spoke, rather honestly, as all the booze made it difficult to come up with anything else.

"Oh yeah?" Amber bit her lower lip and dug her fingers into the aching, swollen mass. "Don't you think, I can be sweet, too?"

"I don't know."

"Then I guess, you gotta trust me. Close your eyes and lace your fingers behind your head." Despite the sweetness in her tone, it didn't allow any objections. Trembling in fear and relentless arousal, I lifted my hands and left myself fully exposed to her. "Good boy..."

Finally, she let go of my nuts and began circling me. Several times, the hard metal of her club softly bumped into my balls. Every time, I anticipated a swing that would take me down. But it never came. Once or twice, I heard her tipsy chuckle somewhere close by. Fuck, the thought of the almost nude girl with that terrible ballbusting weapon killed me. Every cell of my body urged me to protect my most precious parts. But I couldn't...

Suddenly, when I expected another bump of the metal, something soft, wet and warm was at my balls. An overwhelming shiver shook my body, when I noticed her tongue working her way up from the bottom of my balls, to my shaft and finally to the tip of my cock.

Amber was at least as skilled in giving blowjobs, as she was in busting balls. After only a few seconds, I was completely caught in the raging sensations elicited from my aching manhood. A couple of seconds later, I was moaning wildly and desperately fighting the onset of the orgasm.

Suddenly, her mouth disengaged from my pulsing cock and her fingers painfully dug into my balls. I squeaked and nearly fell onto my knees.

"Hold your horses, darling..." Amber whispered while relentlessly squeezing my balls together. As soon as my cock stopped pulsing, she let go and began working my manhood with her mouth again, wonderfully supported by both hands. She repeated the tease and denial another three or four times, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh Amber pleeaaaaseee..." I moaned, when her fingers once again painfully tensed around my nuts and forced me off the edge.

"Do you want to finish?" she asked curiously, as if this surprised her.

"Yessss, pleeeeaaase..."

"Hum, that was not part of the deal, I'm afraid."

"What...?" I swallowed hard.

"If you want to be rewarded properly, you're gonna have to win. I only promised to soothe your pain... I'm afraid, this deed is done."

With that, she jerkily jumped up to her feet and gave me a swift sack-tap that made me bend over. Although it wasn't very hard, my balls were insanely tender after all the busting, blue-balling and teasing. I couldn't take it anymore.

"That was fun!" Amber suddenly exclaimed in excitement, picked up her nearly empty glass and finished it.

"Girls, we're good! Next round, please!"