Betting my balls and creating a ballbuster

Everyone has that one kick they'll never forget - this is mine.

Anne was my closest friend during my first job ([it was actually the same place from my previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/rsfizy/one_order_of_shattered_balls/)) and even as we both finished school and went off to college, we remained close - although didn't see each other as often, as is usually the case.

She was average height; very sporty, olive skin and long brown hair and outside of work would pretty much always always wear tights or those tight exercise shorts, and she had a fantastic ass. Although I thought she was attractive I was never interested in her in that way, but my one regret in our time working together was that she'd never busted my balls - despite being one of those girls that would always make jokey threats or 'pretend' to hit me.

The break room at our store had a Wii in it and we would play Mario Kart on breaks a lot, where I'd always win, and obviously gloat. We caught up for coffee just after I'd moved into my own place for the first time and mentioned that fortunately, I'd taken my Wii with me.

"We should play Mario Kart like the old times!" She suggested.

"Yeah we could, but I'd just win easily like always," I replied. "We should make some sort of bet, then."

I suddenly had an idea. I'd seen YouTube videos of FIFA 'forfeits' between players where the loser had to walk on Lego, or eat a hot chilli, stuff like that.

After I pulled one of these videos up, she loved it. She was a great girl but had a bit of a sadistic side to her and immediately we agreed that if she won one single race, then she was the winner.

"How about if I win, I get to whip you on the butt with a towel?" I posed.

"That's so mean! You'll probably win too so IF I agree to that, you have to gamble something worse than a towel flick," she said.

Her eyes lit up as I said "how about if you win, you get to kick me in the balls?"

"Oh my God, I'd love to do that - I might go and buy my own Nintendo just to practice," she laughed.

We agreed to play in a few days. And later that week Anne showed up with her hair in a ponytail, a tight sweater that exposed her midriff, tights and ballet flats.

"Those tights won't protect you much when I win," I joked.

She looked me up and down and replied "those shorts won't save your nuts."

I offered her some water and we sat down to play.

"Ok, so just to be clear. We'll do five races, and if I win one - I get to kick you in the balls," she said with a smile.

The main issue was, she was terrible at the game. I won the first four races comfortably, but on the fifth I actively drove into obstacles, would take my finger off the A button and other little things that she didn't notice as she was focused on her half of the screen. And sure enough, with a couple of corners to go on the last lap, she passed me and crossed the finish line in first.

She immediately stood up in celebration, as I did my best to look scared and horrified.

"I won! Oh my God, I bet you didn't expect that," she said, still beaming.

"Yeah, you did great - I'm proud of you," I said as I flicked the TV off, trying my best to hide my excitement.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She said, as she mockingly kicked her leg out slowly.

"Oh, the bet? You aren't seriously going to kick me in the balls are you?" I replied.

Anne reached down to grab my hand and pulled me up off the couch, to the empty space behind it where there was plenty of room to kick.

"Spread 'em loser!" She said, still cackling.

I did as I was told and braced for it - but then, something terrible happened. Despite being athletic and sporty, she had clearly never kicked anyone in the balls before as her foot smashed into my butt, then my thigh, and a couple of glancing blows to my groin that did very little.

"This is harder than it looks," she said, clearly frustrated as she swung her leg up between mine once again to no avail.

I was devastated. I'd been fantasising about this for years and despite everything going to plan, there was no pay-off!

My mind had spaced out about how disappointing this had been so it barely registered when she said "what if I try it like this..." and instead of swinging her leg up, opted for a push kick with the bottom of her shoe leading the way, rather than the top.

Instantly, my testicles exploded in pain as the ball of her foot smashed straight into them, as I let out a grunt and instantly crumbled into a heap on the ground.

She clapped in delight before continuing to tease me.

"He's down, he's down, I'm not really that sorry - do you want an ice pack?" She cooed at me, as I struggled to comprehend the pain in my balls.

My guard had been completely down after several failed attempts, which probably maximised the pain further - as she completely and utterly nailed the middle of my scrotum and the two sensitive nuts inside.

I was in heaven and hell at the same time as she continued to laugh at my misfortune and marvel at her own handiwork. Then, she said something unbelievable.

"Can we do that again? I know how to do it now."

I could barely speak, much less mount a counter-argument, and meekly offered my hand for her to help me up.

She gave me a reassuring pat on the cheek, took a step back and did the same push kick, with the same result. The pain was probably not as great the second time due to my lack of surprise, but the residual effects of the first kick remained and my balls once again radiated in intense pain, and she continued to laugh.

"Was that one better or worse that the first one? I can't tell, it looks like it sucks though," she giggled as she walked over to the freezer and put a bag of frozen peas down next to me.

I pushed them aside and managed to muster the courage to ask her if she wanted to do a third one, but that I couldn't get all the way back to my feet.

If Anne didn't already know I had a ballbusting fetish, she surely did now.

"Hahaha if I kick you like a soccer ball you might die, I've played since I was a kid - but let's try it!"

This time, it was a conventional top-of-the-foot kick but with the improved leverage for her, combined with her soccer ability - it was a much different result than earlier.

This time the top of her ballet flat collided with my right ball brutally, squishing it up against me and once again leaving me in a heap on the ground as she continued to tease me.

"Oh my God, all you had to do was not choke that last race - and now you're never going to be able to have kids!

"I knew this would be fun but I didn't know I'd feel this good," she said as she continued to laugh.

Eventually the pain subsided and we went back to watching TV - but she'd regularly tease me about it over Messenger and in person. Just a few weeks later she asked if the bet still stood for the next time we played, and when I said yes, she replied "oh man, either my foot or your balls are gonna die".

We've played several times since and sometimes (not every time) I'll throw a race to get another round of kicks - and while I usually end up on the floor, none of them have ever hurt as much as that first time.