The Secret Village of Pain and Lust

I had heard a lot of rumors concerning *Farabélia Cuna*, which translated to something like "valley of painful desire". Even though nearly every local knew about it, it proved really difficult to get anyone to speak. And after all, nothing they said really made any sense to me. A village up in the mountains, welcoming to everyone, and nevertheless exclusively inhabited by women? Where clothes were regarded an annoying necessity of the hard winter, and shameful was merely the covering of beauty?

Everyone claimed they had never seen it. Never even thought about going there. But every time, their claims were belied by the following awkward silence, the dull stare to the ground, and their sweaty hands that retreated into their laps. Needless to say, I was curious. Desperately curios. Nearly two months into my back-packing trip that I had worked so hard for, I felt ready to conquer the world. A remote village inhabited by beautiful, barely dressed women who seemed to scare the hell out of the men all over the country with their sexual power? Hell yeah! So, here I was.

Looking down onto the picturesque valley from the mountain pass after a long, brutal hike left me stunned. The late spring painted it in a myriad of colors. A waterfall emerged from the opposite side and supplied a stretched-out lake with clear, turquoise water. Close to the lake, a couple of dozen huts were scattered among the vegetation. My attention was almost instantly caught by a group of small figures playing in the water. To be honest, I was too far away to see any details, but given the village's reputation, my fantasy went wild in an instant.

While descending, I got rock hard. As I had been sleeping in hostels for weeks, I couldn't really remember the last time, I had jerked off. The thin cotton shorts did nothing to hide my excitement. Cursing myself, I tried to focus on something that would take me off the edge a bit. It was impossible.

I was so occupied with the attempt of taming my fantasies that I almost overlooked the girl that stood a bit off the path to my right. A cute giggle gave her away and made my heart jump into my neck. I felt the blood shooting into my head, realizing how obvious my boner must have been. When I spotted her in the tall grass, my jaw dropped to my chest.

The woman was completely nude - and absolutely stunning. She couldn't have been much younger than me - maybe around 25. Chestnut brown, silky hair framed her exotic face, fell onto her shoulders, and ended just soon enough to completely expose her full, large breasts. The smooth curve of her muscular, yet soft waist made me want to run my hands down to her hips and back up to her tits over and over. Further below, all I was blessed with, were short, mindbogglingly tempting glances, whenever a soft gush of wind pushed the long grass sideways and down an inch or two.

She was leaning against a tree, an exotic looking fruit in her left hand. Suddenly, she pushed herself away from the trunk in a graceful motion, dropped the fruit and slowly approached me. My heart raced and I was literally unable to move. The seductive eyes of the girl bounced up and down between my groin and face a couple of times, a wide, reassuring smile parting her lips. It couldn't be so easy...

When she stepped out of the grass, I couldn't stop myself from staring down at her hips, crotch and legs. I wasn't disappointed. The strange beauty was actually wearing a pair of dark boots that reached to just below her knees, simply crafted, but from a woven material that elegantly clung to her calves. Her light brown skin glistened in the sun and didn't show a slightest tan line. I nearly came right there, bare any stimulation.

My body was shivering in excitement, when the beauty stopped right in front of me, softly grabbed my hands and placed them on her firm tits. I couldn't believe how lucky I was - we had not even exchanged a single word. I tried really hard to not let my jaw drop onto my chest like an idiot, but smile back at her with the same welcoming confidence that she radiated.

Suddenly, she rocketed her firm boot up into my groin. I didn't even process, what happened. All I noticed was a twitch of her body that made her boobs jiggle softly, followed by a sudden, crushing agony that I had never imagined possible. In a split second, the girl inverted the raging, demanding lust in my groin into the worst punishment that a bearer of male genitals could ever receive.

It was not the first time, I had been kicked in the balls. But the weeks of abstinence had made my boys as filled and sensitive as balls could ever be. My knees instantly gave in under the weight of my useless body and heavy backpack, and I dropped onto my knees with a deep, complaining moan. I would've fallen all the way, had the nude hottie not continuously squeezed my hands against her tits.

For a second, my face hovered right in front of her crotch - her pussy with a narrow stripe of nicely trimmed hair in perfect view. What I had fantasized a minute ago suddenly felt incredibly taunting. Then, the girl loosened her grip on my hands and I continued my descent into the famous position that appeared to give men comfort in their testicular pain... Unfortunately, it really didn't.

Just before the next wave of unbearable pain washed over me, I glanced up at the cruel beauty, hoping for an explanation for her sudden decision to kick me in my horny balls. Standing over me, she had put on an expression of deep disappointment. She reminded me of some spoiled brat that had not gotten what she had asked for. A few seconds ago, she had teased me with such a perfect, seductive smile. I didn't understand.

While the throbbing pain in my balls cruelly dragged my focus away from the confusion, the girl mumbled something in her language, span around with flying hair and strode back through the grass. Watching her walk away, fully unabashed, while I was left behind in torment, was almost as brutal as the kick itself. With every step, her bare, swaying butt reminded me of what I was missing out.

I stayed in the dirt for at least ten minutes, coping with the pain and pondering about what I had done wrong. Was it my boner? But why would she then have teased me so badly? Or did she punish me for covering my body with clothes, as some of the rumors would suggest? Both theories made sense. Unfortunately, the resulting courses of action were completely contrary.

Going back was not an option. Not only because it was impossible to turn my back on the sexiness that this valley promised, but because I simply wouldn't survive the 20 mile hike back or a night in the mountains. Finally, I forced myself up and carefully approached the village.

There was no actual forest, but a light, diverse vegetation that made it easy to hide and still observe the surrounding. When I made out the first buildings between the blooming trees, I sat down in the tall grass and observed. Not long after, a group of four women in their early thirties walked out from the village and turned to the right towards the lake, chatting and laughing. Only one of them was fully nude. The other three wore at least some pieces of clothes, although not covering up much, let alone the *interesting* parts.

Despite the relentless ache in my nuts, I instantly got hard again. Each of them could've been a model. Preferably for some eco-friendly hemp fashion line - their beautiful, perfectly adapted, tough and amazingly sexy bodies perfectly fit into the wild beauty of the valley.

When the women were out of sight, I decided that I had to act. Hiding in the grass and watching the nude hotties with a massive hard-on was probably not the best idea. I decided to attempt hiding my boner *and* reducing the clothing on my body.

After stripping down to my skin-tight boxers, I tied my shirt as a narrow stripe around my hip, almost like a loincloth that was too short. It looked stupid, but accomplished what I required: pinning my rock hard dick up against my lower belly. My balls were significantly swollen and bulged out the elastic cotton boxer tights just below the shirt. I would've loved to hide them a bit better, too, but after the rough kick, they were just to sensitive for anything, really.

Walking past the first hut, I was extremely nervous. There were about a dozen women around, mostly in small groups, and I instantly caught all their attention. It was like in paradise. Anywhere I looked, my memory soaked in the images that I would probably still jerk off to decades later.

It was fascinating, how well they used few, colorful pieces of clothes to underline their stunning beauty. I actually felt flattered from the fascination and excitement that the girls mustered me with. Once again, I did my best to smile back in confidence and not stare at their presented female attributes too obviously. This place was unbelievable.

It was almost too much to take. The remaining dull ache in my balls only worsened, the more horny I became - even my dick began aching from the urge to be released. A larger building had a sign "Derjajò" - *guest house*, as far as I knew. I sighted in relief and approached the door.

A woman with shimmering black hair, only dressed in a rough vest that was fastened with a single pin just below her massive tits leaned right next to the door against the wall. The vest was just short enough for me to get a good look at her crotch, the pussy lips unfortunately mostly hidden by her crossed thighs. When I came closer, she pushed herself away from the wall and smiled at me in curious fascination. With a respectful nod, I attempted to pass her, but she suddenly stepped in my way. Her pretty face was only inches away from mine, to the left and below, since I was at least a head taller than her.

"Hi, handsome stranger!" she grinned at me in English, but with a curious accent. By lacing her fingers behind her butt, she pushed her chest out and up, until I felt her pointy nipple that had just managed to escape the opening vest, softly touching my bare chest. A shiver ran down my spine. It was absolutely overwhelming.

"Hello, pretty!" I responded, somewhat breathless from her radiant sexual energy. With a satisfied, sweet smile, she broke eye contact and looked down in between us, visibly flattered by the compliment.

In a frightening deja-vu, I noticed the twitch of her body. She was much too fast for me to react, but the frustration and confusion hit me long before her hand did. Accelerating all the way from behind her back, her fist swung past her hip without mercy and smashed right into my unprotected testicles, pinning them against my pelvis for a seemingly endless, awful moment. Feeling my 200 pounds of mostly muscles rendered totally useless by the small beauty who barely broke a sweat, was humiliating beyond imagination. A lot more with all the hotties around, watching closely. I fell like a tree, cried a high-pitched squeak, and crashed onto the soft soil in front of the girl's feet.

"Ough... fuck...", the girl complained in the same disappointed tone as the first one, stomped onto the ground with her bare foot and stormed away. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Once again, I was left behind moaning, clutching my balls with both hands and rocking forward and back to ease the unfair pain and desperation.

Glancing up, I noticed the pitiful faces of the observing girls. It took me a moment to realize, that the pity was directed at the girl who had just accurately hammer-punched my sore testicles into oblivion, not so much at me. I couldn't understand why I felt like *I* had been a dick in this situation.

Despite the crippling pain, I pushed myself up with weak limbs and sought refuge in the guest house. It was simply a large, very nicely furnished room with a large bed. No counter, rules or papers to sign - simply a house for guests. I dropped my backpack, fell onto the bed and waited patiently, until I could at least breathe normally again.

My mind span in between the overwhelming display of female beauty outside, and the unforgiving busting of my vulnerable sexual organs. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time, that I appeared to be the only guy in the whole valley. I just wanted to know what I was doing wrong, so I could finally get to enjoy this.

I stood up and made a tough decision. All that my last halfhearted attempt at fitting in with these nude goddesses had achieved, was putting my balls at perfect display for an easy bust. There was only one way to find out, if the clothes were the problem. I stood up and stripped naked. Whatever fear I had felt before, it increased threefold. Usually I was proud of my body in the nude, but after all what had happened, the sensitive junk in between my legs simply made me feel inferior here.

The lake was a good destination, I decided. I was dying for a refreshing dip in the cool water. And my sore testicles would welcome it, too. After a deep sigh, I opened the door and stepped outside, my boner at full display. Without hesitation, but not in a rush, I strode out where I had watched the four women exit the village previously. While the girls still observed each of my steps in obvious fascination, they now appeared a bit more reserved.

I left the village of nude hotties with an odd mix of remorse and relief. Watching a nude beauty walk away from me in disappointment, meant an unbearable feeling of missing out. It seemed so easy to collect the most amazing sexual experiences here, but every time I felt close to such, I ended up with bruised testicles and a memorable reminder how helpless I was as a man among women.

After no more than a few minutes, I arrived at the lake. The image I found was at least as delightful as my fantasies, when I had watched from a mile distance. In contrast to the village, all the women here were fully in the nude. Some laid on the rocky beach in the evening sun, while others fooled around and played in the water.

I gasped in awe. No matter how many nude, pretty women I was able to observe here, it was something I just never grew tired of, or got used to. But at the same time, my heart raced. Despite their sexy features, they all looked so natural and... innocent. Their soft curves and flawless bodies just belonged to this valley like the colorful, fragrant flowers and clear, turquoise water. But I, with my raging boner and pair of blue, swollen balls dangling below... just felt like an obscene intruder of some sort.

I just wanted to get into the water. If I swam out a bit, maybe I could just jerk off in a matter of seconds and release the crippling pressure in my nuts a bit. Avoiding the group of beauties tanning in the sun to my right, I approached the turquoise safety. A girl in her early twenties with fiery red hair in a pony tail who swam alone in the deep water noticed me and instantly raced to cut off my way.

Just when I stepped into the cool water with my feet, she halted a few feet in front of me and slowly rose with an inviting, excited smile. It was another moment that I wished to relish on forever. Her large, firm boobs complemented her sexy, athletic physique perfectly. I had to imagine what it may have looked like from bottom of the lake, as her nude body plowed through the clear water. When she stood straight, the water reached to the top of her thighs, just so that every little wave on the lake touched her bare pussy lips with a small splash. She had the same neatly trimmed stripe of pubic hair as my previous encounters.

It was difficult, but I forced my eyes up her stunning body to look at hers. This time, I had to figure out in time, what to do. But just as before, her face was just genuinely excited and happy. Being a bit out of breath from her little sprint gave her something demanding, passionate. Her nipples were pointy and hard. It could've been the cold water, but I could swear that she was aroused and saw me as a sexual target.

"Hi sweetie! You must be tired..." the beauty purred. Her thick accent radiated the wild, erotic passion that this place was filled with. "Let me help you relax."

With elegantly swinging hips, she stepped closer and held out both hands. Her wet skin was glistening in the sun. Unable to breathe, I stepped forward to grab her hands, hypnotized by the prospect of touching her body. She instantly took them in a firm grip and her smile obtained a naughty, triumphant note.

I saw it in her eyes. At least half a second before I had noticed it with the last two women. I cried out in despair long before her bare foot reached its destination, splashing up the water it emerged from. But there was nothing, I could do to stop it. With my hands trapped in hers, I stood right in front of her, fully nude and with slightly opened legs.

The girl's long, strong legs more than made up for the water slowing her down. It must have been an amazing image for the women watching us. I had to admit that there was a strange beauty to it. The ultimate victory of a naked girl over a just as naked man.

When I went down in the knee-deep water, the image of her excited, sensual face was stuck in my brain. While the intense pain from the third, probably hardest kick nearly made me pass out, it was the frustration that really got to me. From all the amazing things that these fascinating hotties could do to me, why did they all just kick me in the balls?!

"Oh you dick...!" the beautiful redhead complained and whirled around to leave. I coughed, desperate to mouth some words before she dove into the water to swim away.

"Why...? What have... what did I do?" I pressed out. The dull ache from my testicles radiated into my abdomen in pulsing waves. Fuck, it was unfair.

"Why why?" she hissed back, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes.

"Why... why did you kick me in the balls?" I stated the obvious. The girl genuinely looked confused. Suddenly, she let out a chuckle. A moment later, she threw her head back and laughed such a bright, cute, unrestricted laugh. Somehow, it instantly made me feel better.

"You don't know *really*?" She turned back to me and blessed me with the stunning view once again. With her arms crossed under her tits, she looked like a warrior goddess after her victory over man - especially with man kneeing in front of her, cupping my sore balls with both hands. I submissively shook my head.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Farabélia... Cuna."

"And no one said you about our... traditions?"

I shook my head again, eliciting another chuckle from her.

"These soft-balled people down at the coast. They just have shame because they cannot handle us." she grinned, shaking her head demonstratively. Her red, wet pony tail danced behind her back. "Let us start again - my name is Léa."

With the same warm, happy smile from before, the girl stepped closer, bent down a bit and offered me her hand, palm down. I hesitated. Obviously, I was curious. But she intimidated me too much to just let go of my bare balls and stand up in front of her. When she lifted an eyebrow in expectation, I sighted, took her hand and forced myself onto my weak knees. However, I left my right hand at my balls.

"I'm Paul."

"Nice to meet you, Paul. Do you think, I'm sexy?" she asked, nodding towards my relentless erection that stood out between my thumb and the palm clutching my testicles. Before I could answer, she underlined her question by slowly leading my hand to and then down across her body. My fingertips ran down from just below her neck, over her left tit, down her belly until where her skin turned especially soft and hot, and back up to her other tit. The demanding throbbing in my cock was as unbearable for me as the ache in my balls below. I nodded in a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming arousal.

"So are you man enough to take a kick in the balls from me, if you desire me? And not fall down like you are not willing to *take me*?"

"Oh... but... do I have to?" I gasped, unable to grasp the concept.

"It is our way of life! If you want to be with a sexy girl, you have to show will to sacrifice, bear and endure. If not, just fall down like weak fly."

I was speechless. It did make a lot of sense, given all girls’ disappointment after I went down. That actually was an insult to them? I nearly asked her, if none of them wondered, why not a single guy was around here. Luckily, I decided not to question her.

"I'll give you one more chance. Because you're cute!" she said in a sweet, cheerful tone. It would've sounded wonderful, was she not actually asking to kick me in the balls again.

"Umm.. Could you please kick me not that hard?" I heard myself say. Honestly, I was so freaking desperate for her. If a kick in the balls was the only way to get laid here, I was more than willing. The urge was just too big. But somehow, I had to stay up on my feet. The question made her throw her head back and laugh again, her tit jiggling in my hand.

"Noooo!" she complained playfully. "If a girl finds a guy hot, she has to kick *hard* to show him. And if girl also looks hot for him, he must be willing to endure."

Léa explained their odd mating habits as if I was a little kid or plain stupid. Was it really that *obvious* that one good looking guy among a bunch of horny women craving to get laid, had to get his balls kicked into oblivion? It didn't matter. One glance down her bare, glistening and absolutely stunning body was all that was needed to surrender my testicles to her.

It really took a lot of courage to let go of my aching balls, spread my legs and push out my hip for her. I figured, if I showed the will to sacrifice *before* the kick, she would go easy on me. She didn't...

"Shut your eyes!" she demanded, visibly excited that she could bust me again. I obeyed. A moment later, her tit escaped my hand and I heard the water gulping to my right. A shiver went through my body, when something stroked down my cock. Just one kick...

It came from behind and was absolutely crushing. All the frustration was back, when the cruel momentum of her wet foot sent my cock flying against my lower belly with a loud *clap*, just as the pain took me down. There was no fucking way, I could've endured that, I instantly landed in the shallow water with a high-pitched cry. But hey... it meant that she was *really* into me, right?

"Ooooouuuuugggghhhhh.... ggghhhh" I moaned desperately, my head dipping into the water for a second. In absolute agony, I watched the third nude beauty walk away from me in disappointment. "Wait... please, Léa... Ougghh..."

"What do you want?" She sounded rather annoyed by now.

"I'm sorry... I just can't..." With a deep sigh, she continued walking away. A large rock with a flat surface reached out of the water in front of her, at least a foot above the surface. When I finally got back onto my feet, she gracefully pushed herself up and sat on the edge, before leaning onto her elbows behind her back. The way she laid there... I just wanted to climb up and fuck her. It would've been perfect.

"I'm sorry..."

"Stop whining!"

I didn't know what to do. But the way she looked at me didn't give me the impression that it was over for her. Carefully, I stepped onto a small edge in the rock right below her feet. The other leg, I swung up to rest my knee on the edge next to her thigh. I was now fully opened up for her, perfectly presenting my balls that still screamed in total agony. She was basically already in between my legs. All she had to do was swing up one of hers.

"Please, Léa. Kick me in the balls as hard as you want. I can take it for you." The redhead looked down at my exposed groin with some hidden satisfaction. It was working!

"Are you sure about that?" She sat upright, her feet still dangling off the rock right in front of my groin. I was far from sure... but I nodded. "Okay, last chance!"

I braced, but Léa grabbed my hands that I used to cling to the rock in my odd position. Before I understood, what was going on, she pulled on my hands to make me hold on to her, instead of the rock. Suddenly, I had her perfect, round butt in between my hands. Then, she laid her index finger at the downside of my chin and pulled my face up to her. Her eyes were as turquoise and beautiful as the lake.

Slowly, she leaned down, coming closer and closer. When there was less than an inch in between our lips, I closed my eyes, ready for a deep, sensual kiss. Just then, Léa fired up her bare foot into my balls.

She was as merciless as before. With the rock behind her feet, she didn't have much space to accelerate. But dang, she was strong. Maybe it was the fact that I was holding on to her sexy butt. Maybe the about-to-be kiss. Maybe my balls just began to turn numb. But somehow, I managed to hold on! Trembling, I noticed the defeating weakness and agony take hold of my meaty package and from there, everything else. But somehow, I didn't fall.

Léa cheered in such a cute and happy way, I almost melted into the lake. In the next moment, we were making out on the flat rock, while the sun set at the far end of the valley. It was perfect. Later that night, I was to learn that I didn't win the *girl* with the endured kick, but merely the one relief from her. Also, that making out with one girl didn't save me from the *advances* of any of the other women. But these were all problems of future I. Present I was on my back on the rock, receiving the most skilled, amazing and desperately needed blowjob of my life from what might as well been the hottest girl I have ever met.

Léa was incredibly rough with my balls. The more I winced and gasped from the sudden squeezes and slaps, the more the girl enjoyed what she was doing. It didn't take long until I came, erupting like a volcano. All the panted-up sexual energy, all the frustration and ball-ache unloaded in wild fireworks of joy. I moaned so loud, it echoed off from the cliff with the waterfall.

I had no idea, how long my poor balls were gonna make it in Farabélia Cuna, but hell, I was going to enjoy every second of it.