Fighting over a girl

Kimberley: "I had a good time Charlie."

"Me too, Kimberley."

Kimberley: "Thanks for taking me to the airport."

She put her hand on my thigh. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Her deep blue eyes looked at me. Fuck, is she hot. I went in for the kiss. She kissed me back. I had kissed girls before, but something was... different. I was hooked.

Kimberley: "You know, if I didn't have to go..." she trailed off

"It's spring break. I'll be here when you get back. We'll text."

Kimberley: "You're the best! I really like you, Charlie."

"I like you too, Kimberley."

She put her hand between my legs, caressing my fully erect member through my jeans, before getting out of the car, smiling, heading off to her gate. Just watching her walk to the airport, I knew. She was the one. There was no rush. We were both freshmen in college. It was going to be a very good time.

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I got back to my dorm room. My roommate was gone for Spring Break, as was most of campus. A few minutes later, someone knocks angrily at my door.

"Come in."

It was Tommy. We had been best friends throughout most of the first semester, but after winter break, our friendship was on the rocks, and things had gotten cold. He was a bit of a nerd in high school but he'd been hanging around a lot of gym rats lately, working out and put on about 15 pounds of muscle, but also became a bit of a selfish prick: it didn't seem like he really cared about other people that much. And he had a bit of a fling with Kim.

Tommy: "Dude, I heard that you took Kim to the airport." He showed me a text from Kimberley.

"Yeah, I did."

Tommy: Dude, what the fuck? We'd been hooking up for the better part of the first semester!

"You were going out for like a week in September"

Tommy: "Yeah and then we hooked up now and then, heck we even hooked up before winter break"

"You told me you don't even like her?"

Tommy: "And you do? She's hot as fuck, dude! I got her first! She's mine! Leave her alone!"

"I actually like her, Tommy."

Tommy: "No you don't. And it doesn't matter. Bros before hos. She's off limits."

"Look, I've had a thing for her since you broke up with her. And you hooked up with Tammy right after that. I thought you moved on."

Tommy: That was one time!

"I guess you haven't. Well I'm sorry if this hurt you, but we've been friends for a while, and yeah, we're starting to become more than that."

Tommy: Fuck off. You know what you're doing is so wrong.

"Is this why you've been so cold to me all semester?"

Tommy: Of course it is! It's just such a kick in the balls when your best friend goes after your girl like he doesn't even care. I'm so mad that I honestly want to beat the shit out of you. Fuck you, dude!

"Dude, I'm sorry... I didn't know this was such a big deal for you. We used to be buds, man. And I do value you as a friend, and I want to make it up to you. But I like her...

Tommy: No you're not, you're just saying that, if you cared about me you wouldn't be doing this to me!

"Tommy, look, I care. I'm sorry. Look, I'm sure you're mad. Look, if you want to take a swing, go ahead, or even if you want to kick me in the balls, or whatever, fine. But I want things to go back to the way they were between us, man."

Tommy: "No you don't, prove it!"

"Take your best shot." I told him, standing in front of him, taking my glasses off. Whether it was a kick in the balls or a punch to the face, I was ready for it.

Tommy: "Nah, I don't want to just take one shot so you can get up in 5 minutes. I want to hurt you like you hurt me."

"Which means what?"

Tommy: I dunno, you tell me?

I have no idea what I'd have to do. I just want us to be cool again.

Tommy: Take five kicks to the balls. Show me that you're *really* sorry.

"But that would really hurt..."

Tommy: "And it's gonna hurt when I hear you and her fucking all night long. Are you sorry or not?"

I was in a dilemma. I had lost one of my closest friends. Worse yet, Tommy could probably get in Kimberley's ear and really fuck up my relationship. I felt blackmailed.

"There's gotta be some other way."

Tommy: "Your choice."

There are times in life you have to make a decision between two really uncomfortable outcomes. This was one of those times. On the one hand, Tommy didn't really have a leg to stand on here, and this outcome didn't make any sense. On the other hand, he wasn't going to get over this, and always had a bit of a vengeful spite to him. He wasn't going to change his mind: through the last few weeks, I was the bad guy. This was the chance to turn that around.

And yeah, this was going to hurt. How bad, I didn't know. Obviously I never let anyone point kick me point blank in the balls before, let alone five times. I've been sack tapped before and it wasn't so bad. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious what it was like to get kicked down there. And he could ruin my relationship with Kim, which was just about to get really good, as sex was clearly on the horizon.

And he wasn't \*really\* going to do this, was he? We were friends, after all. He just wants to know I'm sorry and "teach me a lesson", not to actually hurt me for real. He'll just kick me once, maybe twice, just enough for it to really hurt, he'll feel bad, and this will be over. And he's got no reason to really hate me. Tommy's not actually a mean spirited guy: at least, I don't think so. Despite hanging out with the wrong crowd, he was a nerdy guy, and he'd been bullied in high school sports, too: he has some compassion in him. And if he does kick me five times, well, I've got all of spring break to recover. I was just gonna do some homework and play video games anyway. But how do I know he'll keep his word, or that he'll really be cool with me and Kimberley?

"I'll do it under one condition."

Tommy: "What?"

"You let me videotape us saying what is going on. It'll go straight to the cloud. What you're doing is essentially blackmailing me here, and you clearly still have something going on with Kimberley in your mind, so if you ever try to cause trouble with Kimberley, all I gotta do is show her the tape and your chances with her are over."

Tommy: "But you would never do that..."

"Only if you interfere with her. I care about her. I think I love her. If I have to choose, I'm choosing her. But I care about you too, hence why I'm doing this. It's just an insurance policy."

Tommy: How do I know you aren't gonna spread this all over campus?

"You think I want a video of you kicking the crap out of my balls all over campus?"

Tommy: "Okay, fine dude. You really are a piece of work sometimes, but I'll forgive it. After this is over. Pay up."

I set up my phone in a wide shot of the dorm room, then hit record, then went up to a wall to meet my fate. In the process I collect my thoughts. Am I really about to do this? Is he really about to do this to me? What if he really does kick me in the balls five times?

I approach the wall and spread my legs.

Tommy: "Nuh-uh, not this way. Pants off. I'm not letting your jeans protect you from what's about to come.

I shrug, and unbutton my jeans, throwing them to the corner of the room, before spreading my legs once again. All that stood between Tommy's foot and my nuts was a thin pair of silk boxers. My heart is beating out of my chest. I'm scared. He raises his foot in front of my nuts, before taking two steps back, running forward, and his foot heading towards my nuts...

My hands block, as his foot stops. He was just lining up his shot.

Tommy: "Shirt off, too. I'm tying your hands behind your back. Can't have you start blocking this.

I take my shirt off, and he goes behind me and I put my hands behind my back. He ties my hands, actually making a pretty firm knot. I'm pretty helpless now. As he does this, I remember the camera.

Tommy: "Okay, now I think we're good. You wanna say whatever shit to the camera?"

"So this is Charlie, and Tommy, and this video is for Kimberley. So I started going out with Kimberley despite Tommy still having a thing for her. I said sorry, and Tommy and I made a deal: he told me he'd be cool with me and Kimberley going out, but he gets to kick me in the balls five times. Tommy, is that right?

Tommy: "Five times and yeah, you deserve every single one of these, asshole." He looks into the camera. "I could've been yours, bitch!"

I gulped. Tommy was really salty. There wasn't seemingly an ounce of empathy in his heart. Maybe I was about to get really fucked up here. But what he said was over the line for sure. If Kimberley ever saw this...

Tommy: Spread your legs, asshole.

I took a deep breath and spread my legs. Tommy took a full 5 steps back: halfway across the room. This was gonna be bad.

Tommy: "Get ready to cry, you son of a bitch, I'm gonna make sure I get you SO good right in the balls, asshole.

I was honestly getting mad at Tommy: this was a side of him that I never saw before, and I really didn't like it. We were gonna have to have a talk after this. As I was lost in my thoughts and anger, Tommy then sprinted forward, before football punting me, full speed, right in my most sensitive regions, lifting my entire body several inches to the air.

I was wrong in that he wasn't going to kick me that hard: he kicked me down there as hard as he possibly could. While I had been hit in the balls before, it was never like this. I fell to the ground quickly as the pain quickly traveled throughout my ball sack, up through my legs and into my stomach.
He really got me good. I was trying not to cry, but everything down there just felt truly terrible. It was my first square kick between the legs, and my balls felt awful, that horrible vulnerable pulsating of my manhood that was getting worse by the second. I struggled to catch my breath.

Tommy: "Get up, there's more where that came from."

I looked back at Tommy, my eyes glassy, my face enveloped in pain, my body already ravaging in agony. I struggled mightily to me feet, still facing away from Tommy.

Tommy: "Turn around so I can get you again."

I turned around at Tommy, watery eyes, wretching in pain. Maybe, if I showed a bit of vulnerability, and showed him I was truly sorry, he'd show some mercy. I spread my legs, telling him softly "I'm sorry."

Tommy: "Whatever, asshole, get ready for kick number two."

Hunched over, the only coherent thought I could have was "I'm gonna get totally destroyed if I stand back up again." But I thought about Kimberley, and I was convinced in my mind there was only two choices: stand up and spread my legs, or say good bye to a future with Kimberley forever. Slowly, I started to stand up, scared, looking at Tommy, before once again spreading my legs, leaving my tender nuts vulnerable for another crack.

Tommy: "Glad to see you're not a total coward, you worthless piece of shit..."

As he took a few steps back, I looked in horror as I knew what was about to happen. Tommy ran forward and once again evilly punted me full force in the balls, lifting my entire body into the air once again as my balls endured the horrific impact.

There was simply no way I could take another punt like that in the family jewels, as I immediately fell over, face first, in agony. Immediately I fell into the fetal position. This was too much. My balls began were throbbing with every breath, as the pain completely overtook my entire body. As much as I wanted to stay tough and grit it out, the pain was just overwhelming as tears dripping down my face.

"My balls... oh shit..."

Tommy: "Oh yeah Charlie, how does it feel now you bitch! This is what you get when you mess with Tommy Nathaniel Stevenson, you asshole. You thought you could hook up with my girl without paying the consequences?

Tommy was making me so angry but I was in no position to fight back or say anything. One thing I knew at this point was that I could not take another shot between the legs like that, let alone three of them. But his wasn't the Tommy who I was friends with, who was a good kid with hurt feelings: this was an asshole with bad intentions trying to fuck me up.


"Please... you're hurting me..."


I was hoping for compassion, but there was none. And I could do nothing to soothe that horrible pain between my legs. This wasn't teaching me a lesson: this was venom. I was so hurt and angry, both physically and emotionally. I was the good guy. I didn't even want to look at Tommy.

I didn't want to give Tommy the satisfaction of continuing to see the pain, so I crawled away, looking for solace against the wall to protect me. As I crawled, I made the mistake of leaving my legs a little bit too open, and I felt Tommy's foot absolutely obliterate my prized possessions with a full force haymaker of a kick. Because I wasn't on my feet, my balls bore even more of the brunt of his absolute cruelty of a kick, squashing my privates square into my pelvis.

Tommy: "Scores! Fuck hell yeah! I fricking nailed you! Bet you're sorry for acting like such an asshole now, aren't you? You go after my girl? Hope it was worth it! Your balls are totally paying the price! Man what a brutal kick right in the orbs! I know that one hurt you baaaad!

I fell back down sobbing, against the wall, legs protecting my jewels, looking at Tommy, completely hysterical in pain. It felt like a car crash between my legs, and I was never gonna be the same. I couldn't even describe the pain: my brain and body were shutting off, as my body felt like a nuclear pain factory radiating from my testicles. I wanted to throw up, black out, anything to get out of this situation. Streams of tears flowed from my face as I would've done literally anything at this point. Tommy was out to destroy me, as he pulled me up by the hair.

"Please, stop... my balls... you're ruining me down there... " This was a level of pain I didn't know was possible. Tommy was totally fucking me up.

Tommy: "I'll make you a deal, asshole. I'll let you off with only one more kick, but you gotta get up right now and let me strip you of these." he told me, pulling at my silk boxers. "I want to see my foot smash whatever is left of your balls, as a mental image I can play back whenever I see you with her."

I looked at Tommy pleading for mercy.

"Please... stop.." I looked at him, crying. "It hurts so bad, I'll do anything."

Tommy placed his right hand on my waistband, looking me dead in the eye. "Or maybe, I'll kick you twice so hard that I end your goolies for good. Deal, or no deal?" he looked at me, murderously.

I looked away from Tommy. "Deal..." I said, still sobbing. Not only did I just agree to a fourth kick in my most sensitive treasures, but I had to endure the humiliation of doing so completely buck naked.

Tommy pulled my underwear down, revealing my swollen baby makers, which looked like juicy grape tomatoes at this point. He rolled my testicles around in his hand: even this hurt like a motherfucker.

Tommy: "Get up." he said, coldly, evilly, while yanking on my manhood, forcing me to stand. He pushed me against the wall, then looked at the camera, as a raged psychopath.

Tommy: "Have fun with this shell of a man, Kim." he said, mockingly. "That is, if he still even is a man."

Tommy then took a few steps back, before striking me with a perfect 50 yard field goal right into my naked ballsack, once again absolutely obliterating what was left of my manhood, as I once again crashed into the floor, continuing to sob in agony.

Tommy: You totally deserve all of what you're feeling right now! Have fun with Kim... if you still can!

Mercifully I passed out from the pain for about 20 minutes. When I was up, Tommy was gone, though he left me an ice pack and a cold beer.

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It's the end of the semester. Kim and I were together, but things weren't going so smooth as the end of the semester, money, and the thought of school ending were stressful, as we're hanging out with Tommy.

Tommy: "So you guys planning to see each other this summer?"

"We haven't really talked about it, dude"

Tommy: "Things not going so well?"

Kimberley: "Just drop it, Tommy"

Tommy: "We both know Charlie's such a pushover. Anyway, I only live a half hour away, I could come see you, if you're available..."

"Dude, what the fuck?"

Tommy: "Come on Charlie, did you tell Kim about our deal and how you even got together in the first place?"

Kimberley: "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, you two sort this out..." Kim leaves.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Tommy: "Well if you two aren't together..."

"We ARE!"

Tommy: "Doesn't sound like it"

"And what are you doing bringing that up?"

Tommy: "You didn't tell her by now?"

"No! Why would I do that?"

Tommy: "I just thought you woulda..."

"Things are already not going that great, I'm not bringing that into the equation..."

Tommy: "What's going on between you two?"

"Kim asked me if I wanted to live together this summer, and well, I just wasn't sure..."

Tommy: "Sounds like you're not that committed..."

"Well where am I gonna get the money to find an apartment? I can go back home, work for my parents..."

Tommy: "Like I was saying..."

Kim came back into the room.

Tommy: "So Kim, Charlie has something he wants to tell you..."

"I don't know what he's talking about"

Tommy: "You're such a wimp, Charlie... look at me, I was a wimp like you, and now I'm in shape and my life is going places, even the way this relationship started proves it"

"Drop it Tommy, or get out"

Kimberley: "What's he talking about Charlie, and how did this relationship start anyway?"

Tommy: "Should you tell her, or shall I?"

"Tommy, this is gonna end more badly for you than for me..."

Tommy: "So when I learned that Charlie had a thing for you, but you and I were still sort of a thing..."

Kimberley: "We weren't a thing!"

Tommy: "Anyway..."

I shrugged. If Tommy wanted to open Pandora's box, so be it. Things weren't going well now anyway. I didn't really have anything to lose.

"So you know that saying bros before hos? So we used to be tight. And I had a thing for you, but because you guys hooked up, Tommy kinda felt like you were off limits, and we didn't talk for a while. So after I dropped you off for spring break, Tommy and I had a fight. Tommy was like "hey, you broke the code, fuck off" and I was like "but I like her" and Tommy was like "you're a piece of shit" and I was like "sorry, how can I make it up to you" and one thing led up to another and he was like "if you're really sorry, let me beat the shit out of your balls" and this happened."

Tommy: "Like I said, he's a wimp. He AGREED to let me do this to him."

I opened the video and played it for Kimberley. She watched for 15 minutes as Tommy and I both watched, silently.

Tommy: Just to let you know I obviously was just mad, I obviously don't feel that way about you.

Kimberley: "Obviously, I've got a couple things to say. First to you, Charlie..."

Kimberley then took the back of her hand and backahnded me square in the balls, as I hunched over, protecting my assets.

Kimberley: "Tommy was right, you are a wimp. You didn't trust me enough to think that Tommy was gonna coerce me into not seeing you, and you didn't trust yourself enough, the same way that you're too much of a wimp to make a real commitment. As for you Tommy... I want you to stand up."

Tommy stood cautiously at first, as Kimberley smiled at her, looking directly in his eyes. She brought her hands up to his head and began to pucker her lips, as Tommy dropped his guard and went in. As I was about to stop her...

Kimberley reared back and delivered a devastating knee, right into Tommy's balls. It was one of the most brutal knees to the balls I've ever seen. Tommy began to fall, as Kimberley immediately reared back and kneed him once again, square in the balls, lifting his entire body in the air, as Tommy went down, coughing and clutching his manhood on the floor, his eyes watering.

Kimberley: "What kind of fucking friend are you, you total prick? He wasn't trying to steal me from you, we just hooked up like three times, and yet you're gaslighting him and taking advantage of Charlie being a wimp so you can do that to him? And then you're now trying to hit on me now that things are rocky? You're doing the same thing that you accused Charlie of, except it's so, so much worse, you fucking asshole!"

Tommy laid on the ground, rocking back and forth in the fetal position, trying to nurse his sore manhood. He was clearly hurt, his eyes watering, as he was not only in physical agony, but emotional as well. Things had not gone according to plan.

Kimberley: "Charlie, you're going to stand up for yourself, right now! What are you going to do?"

I looked at Tommy, and back at Kimberley. She was right, but like, this was a brutal and cold rejection, and it was about to get worse. I knew what I had to do, even though I honestly felt bad.

"Okay Tommy, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna ask you to do the same exact thing you asked me to do. Take off your clothes, and I'm gonna kick you down there as hard as I can, just like you did to me."

Tommy: "But... that's not fair... and it hurts... so... bad..."

I yanked Tommy's head off the ground, kneeling in front of him. "That didn't stop you from what you did to me, did it? And I could've forced you to get kicked a bunch of times first. But I didn't. So do it now, before things get a lot worse.

I let him go, as Tommy looked at me and Kimberley in fear. While still nursing his nuts, he undid his jeans and took off his shirt.

Tommy: "In front of... her?"

Kimberley: "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Tommy gulped, then reluctantly dropped his boxers.

"Get up, and stand against that wall."

Tommy walked over to the wall, naked, looking at me.

Tommy: "Dude, she fucking nailed me, that was the first time I've ever been hit like that... take it easy on me."

"Tommy, I forgive you, even though you fucked up here. That being said... no. And yeah, this is gonna be bad, but you gotta learn your lesson."

I ran over to Tommy, thinking about the video I just watched, and what Tommy did to me. It was time for him to know how it feels, as I ran forward, swung back, and kicked Tommy in the manhood for all I was worth. It was the perfect kick, connecting through Tommy's sack, up his pelvis and lifting his body into the air.

Tommy immediately crashed to the floor. While he was already hurting, this totally finished Tommy off, as he looked at me, tears rolling down his face. On the one hand, I did feel bad for Tommy. He was bullied, alone, and just wanted to be liked. On the other, there was a sense of pride that I stood up to someone, significantly bigger than me, making him sob on the floor, totally defeated and humiliated. It wasn't my place to show him compassion: at least not right now.

"I know how it feels, because this is exactly how you made me feel. Now get out!" I yelled, opening the door, picking him up by the nuts, and throwing him outside my room, crying, vulnerable, and butt naked. I knew the feeling all too well. I closed the door.

Kimberley: "That was kinda hot, you know."

One thing led to another and Kimberley and I ended up having sex three times that night. I'm sure Tommy heard us. I ended up moving in with her that summer and finding a job as a lifeguard, and ended up getting in better shape that way. While Kimberley and I ended up breaking up a year later, this honestly turned out to be one of the most significant experiences of college: it gave me the self esteem I needed and carried with me for the rest of my life.

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