A Boy Becomes a Man - (Part 2 of 3)

As David took care of washing the dishes, Ryan shuffled off to the living room to play a video game on his phone. Tonya, meanwhile had another trick up her sleeve and she set about making it happen. First she grabbed the small tripod from the home office and then set it up on the ledge of the cut out between the kitchen and the living room. She placed her phone in the tripod’s clamp and flicked on her camera. From the window in the wall between the rooms, Tonya had a perfect view of the wide open area in front of the fireplace where the TV hung. That, she thought, is where Ryan will get his balls busted for the first time. She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to seven, she read, and her heart beat quickened. At precisely 7:03, the doorbell chimed. Tonya saw Ryan’s eyes raise briefly then return to his phone, completely oblivious as to what was about to befall him. Tonya chuckled merrily to herself.
“I’ll get it,” David called, making his way over to the front door. “Probably just a solicitor,” he added, trying to calm the excitement from his voice. But it was hard not to be excited. His son was about to become a man!
“Why hello,” David said, smiling warmly as he opened the door and ushered Ashley inside. “Hey Ry,” he called, “I think it’s someone for you.” Per his wife’s plan, David whispered in the girl’s ear. “You’re still pissed about what he did, right.” When Ashley nodded her pretty head, he continued. “Good. Ryan will be surprised to see you, I’m sure. Don’t say a word, though. Just walk up to him real calm like and then kick him in the balls as hard as you want.” When Ashley’s eyes widen a little, David flashed a reassuring grin. The grin became a smile when the hard edge returned to the girl’s eyes and David knew she’d taken his words to heart.
As David imparted these last bits of instruction, Tonya pressed the record button on her phone’s camera and then slapped Ryan lightly on the back of his head. “You have a visitor. Get off your phone.”
Ryan tossed his phone aside grumpily and rose slowly from the sofa. He started stretching but stopped when he saw who his visitor was. His eyes went wide from shock or horror – or both. “Ashley!” He cried out, sounding stunned as he back pedaled across the living room floor.
Perfect, thought Tonya as she watched her son moved directly into the camera’s line of sight.
“What are you doing here?” Ryan demanded, looking as if he was trying to disappear into the fireplace.
But Ashley said nothing as David guided her into the living room before dropping his arm from the small of her back and disappearing into the kitchen where Tonya was watching, breathless. The happy parents left their son alone in the living room to face the pretty young girl he had recently ghosted. They watched, silent and intent as she walked toward him, impressed by the authenticity of the smile Ashley forced onto her face.
“Her eyes are sparkling,” Tonya whispered giddily to her husband who was peering around her shoulder and into the living room.
“So are yours!” David whispered back, sounding every bit as excited.
“Seriously, Ash. What the – ,” Ryan sputtered, backed up against the mantle.
Before he could finish, Ashley was in front of him and she was no longer smiling. Instead, her eyes had narrowed and her thin, neatly trimmed eyebrows were furrowed from her rage. There were two spots of color as her cheeks flushed. Her heels clacked hard on the living room’s wood floor and echoed around the airy space. To Tonya and David – and most likely to Ryan as well – Ashley, despite her soft femininity, looked like she meant business. In fact, there was no hesitation in her fluid movements. Without breaking stride, she planted her left foot, the resulting clack of her step sounding like a gunshot, even as she drew back her right leg.
Tonya watched the pretty girl’s graceful movements greedily while David studied his son’s face. The poor kid looked completely baffled, confusion swimming in his terrified eyes. David’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Tonya whisper intensely under her breath. “Kick his balls, Ashley. He deserves it! Kick them hard.”
David, his eyes darting from Ryan’s face over to Ashley’s nubile form, watched as the beautiful young woman, as if hearing his wife’s urgent plea, drove the top of her foot squarely between his son’s legs. David grimaced involuntarily, gritting his teeth at the awful thwump the girl’s dainty foot made as she smashed the tender, fertile and heavy balls hanging between the solid and muscled legs of the young man. David heard his wife moan with pleasure as Ashley kicked their son hard – almost deliciously so – dead in his balls.
An immense warmth surged through Ashley like the release of an orgasm as she felt Ryan’s testicles give, deforming into flat discs between his pubic bone and the top of her foot. Her delicate face flushed immediately at the pleasurable sensation, giving Ashley an aura of divine radiance. She felt his body weight instantly sag against her foot, pushing her leg back toward the floor as any trace of strength he once possessed disappeared with her busting of his balls. Though it was her first time ever kicking a guy (but oh, how she’d wanted to so many times) Ashley knew, instinctively, like a gift bestowed to her by the gods, that she had smashed his balls indelibly. What took her breath away was feeling of intoxication that enveloped her as she busted him, going straight to her head like champagne, making her dizzy with delight.
Her pleasure only heightened as she stepped back and watched the fallout. There was so much to take in! Ashley’s eyes immediately gravitated below Ryan’s belt where his hands flew, in a blurring rush, between his legs as he doubled over at the waist. It left him looking undignified to say the least but Ashley understood with sudden clarity that he simply couldn’t help it. It was what a man had to do when a woman kicked his balls: hold them with both hands as they radiated blinding, insatiable pain throughout his body and soul. And seeing Ryan clutch fruitlessly at his balls brought a smile to Ashley’s glossy, painted lips that reached all the way up to her eyes.
Those smiling blue eyes drifted up and Ashley nearly laughed when she saw the straining cords of his neck muscles and the veins bulging around his temples as he tried to find his breath. His teeth were gritted so hard it wouldn’t have surprised Ashley at all if she saw him tomorrow and found them ground down to little nubs. But when she saw his eyebrows pinched together, curling upward toward the ceiling above the bridge of his nose, and his eyes squeezed shut against the pain, she let out a delighted, girlish giggle. It was an expression of utter regret and disbelief and Ashley could almost see his blue eyes looking at her, betrayed and pleading, from under his closed lids as Ryan wondered what the hell had just happened to him.
“You got your balls kicked hard by a girl, silly.” The simple explanation voiced itself in Ashley’s mind and she put a hand over her mouth as her giggling intensified.
As if he could her Ashley’s inner voice, Ryan’s body collapsed even before Ashley could fully form the words in her mind. It was like they were a heavy hand pushing his weakened frame to the ground and he sank slowly and pitifully to the floor. But only for a moment – a moment that would stick with Ashley forever. Seeing him on his knees before her, on the surface completely unaware of anything happening around him, but on a deeper level, knowing he was in such a dishonorable position because a slender, delicate girl had shown him her superiority by busting his balls, made Ashley swell with pride. Every girl should experience the pure delight of having a guy on his knees, holding his balls for her to see, she thought as she looked down on him.
But what came next was perhaps the most fascinating thing Ashley witnessed. Whatever was keeping Ryan somewhat upright vanished and he caved, pitching onto his side as his body curled like a dying spider. He rocked gently, to and fro and a low moan escaped his mouth. “Ooooooh,” she heard him utter and it was the most singular, honest expression of pain she’d ever heard. “Ooooooh,” he moaned again, and his bewilderment rang in Ashley’s ears. “Ooooooh.” Now it was a cry for help. “Oooooooh.” Does anyone feel sorry for me? “Ooooooh.” Again, the enormity of the pain.
And so it was that Ashley found herself with her own hands between her legs, as if they were reassuring her that she was safe, that she didn’t have balls that could be crushed so easily and cripple her, as she gazed with rapt interest as Ryan issued moan after moan after moan. How his guttural moans testified to the pain she’d caused him! Ashley had never felt more satisfied in her young life.
As Ryan rolled back and forth on the ground, he felt like time somehow slipped. One minute he was looking at Ashley’s pretty smile – but then, somehow, it felt to him like she wasn’t smiling at all – while wondering why she was at his house. The next thing he knew, he was consumed by an extraordinary amount of pain, like nothing he’d ever experienced before and he felt sick to his stomach, weak and dizzy. The pain was so sharp, so acute that it was nearly unbearable. He opened one eye a crack and found his sight line was no longer vertical but horizontal. His mind raced. How the hell did he get on the ground? Before he could answer himself another hot burst of pain jolted him and he moaned loudly. “Ooooooh.” His guts cramped up and he felt a wave of nausea roll over him.
It quickly passed and Ryan became aware that the origins of the sickening pain stemmed from his groin and he realized that it was his balls that were hurting him terribly. No sooner had he registered the source of his misery than he felt the weight of his nuts as they filled his hands. He squeezed them carefully, massaging them just a little hoping that it would ease the pain. “Ooooooooh,” he moaned in an eerie, low mewl as the pain only intensified once again. When it, too, passed, Ryan opened his eye a sliver and looked up. He suddenly wanted to crawl into the fireplace and disintegrate into ashes. Above him, Ryan saw Ashley, her face flushed with color, her full lips parted in a rapturous smile, staring down at him, her eyes locked on his groin. And he realized, with cold, crystal clarity, the truth of what had happened. This beautiful girl, whom he had traded in for her friend – like Ashley was simply some kind of commodity, had kicked the very balls that now filled his hands and barked with pain. “Ooooooh.” Another wave of debilitating pain swept through him. As it ebbed, a voice – his own – chided him. “You got kicked in the balls by a girl. And it HURTS!”
An indignant rage kindled in his soul at the realization. It didn’t matter how pretty Ashley looked, his vision was now red. Blazing red. He wanted to punch that delighted smile right off her face. “Ooooooh.” He moaned again as fresh pain gripped him. The anger roaring inside him quelled momentarily as his brain begged – no, it pleaded unabashedly – “Make it stop! Make it stop!” After several pleas, the pain did release its iron grip and the rage returned. The urge to strike Ashley returned with a vengeance. How could she do this to you? His masculine inner voice roared. Fueled by its ardent insistence, Ryan let go of his nuts and tried to push himself from the floor. Fresh terror struck him like a lightning bolt as his sudden movement only served to ignite a fresh wallop of pain from his balls causing him to collapse involuntarily back to the floor.
“I am done,” he thought to himself, feeling utterly alone and helpless. How could he avenge this brutal attack if he couldn’t even get up? Another bolt of panic and terror ripped through him. Ashley, a girl, had rendered him useless and non-functioning while making his balls cause him more pain than he’d ever experienced. “Oooooooh.” He moaned his sickly, involuntary moan and let his head drop to the floor.
David pulled his wife away from the recording phone so as not to disrupt the phone’s microphone from picking up the pained and agonizing moans his son continued to issue. Later, he was sure they’d all want to hear how tortured Ryan sounded.
“Did you see that?” He whispered, flicking his eyes toward the heap that was their son.
“See what?” Tonya whispered back.
David squinted again at Ryan as if trying to convince himself of what he’d seen. “For a second, Ryan tried to get up and he looked pissed!”
Tonya chuckled. “I’m not surprised. But who cares? Clearly he can’t do anything about it. Look at him.” Tonya giggled again. “Ashley totally incapacitated him. I mean, she did say she wanted to kick him in the balls as hard as she could – and it looks like she made good.” Tonya pounded a fist into her open point in emphasis.
“Well,” David said, smiling at Tonya’s harsh, but truthful, appraisal. “I don’t want him being angry about it or angry at Ashley. I better go talk to him.”
Tonya waved him away and David stepped into the living room.
“Hey Ashley,” David said, resting his arm gently around her shoulder. Seeing her worried expression as she looked up at him, David offered his warmest smile. “You look worried. Are you worried about Ryan?” When she shook her head no, another possibility occurred to him, especially when he could feel the tension in her shoulders at his touch. “Are you worried that I’m upset?” This time Ashley nodded slowly. David gave her shoulder a tender, caring squeeze. “I am not – and never will be,” he whispered firmly. “But I think Ryan might be, and I don’t want him to be. So I think I need to talk to him. You’re welcome to stand here while I do, or you can grab a soda or something from the kitchen. I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind the company. She was quite taken by your performance,” David added with a wink.
As he moved to his son, kneeling beside the boy’s curled up body, David chuckled when he noticed Ashley continue to stare intently at his son’s suffering. Why shouldn’t she stare? He thought. It must make her feel mighty fine. He rubbed a hand gently on Ryan’s back and could feel the boy’s man-sized muscles quivering. He was definitely still hurting. “Hey Ry,” he whispered. “You’re hurting pretty bad aren’t you?” Ryan offered the slightest nod in response. “Are you angry?” Again, the slight nod. “Oh son, please don’t be angry. It won’t do you a bit of good. Listen to me, I beg, and remember what we’ve discussed in the past. It wasn’t so long ago you told me you understood that sometimes girls needed to kick us men in the balls.” David chuckled. “It’s easy to say that if you’ve never been kicked before. But now that you have, you know the full depth of the awful pain, don’t you? And, of course it makes you mad. But let it go. Ashley had every right to kick you in the balls like she did. And, unfair as it may seem, your only right is to simply take it. I’m so proud of you right now, son.” David rubbed his son’s back lovingly as he spoke. “You’re a man now. A real man. Don’t ruin it and try to get back at the pretty little thing gracing our home. Be a man and deal with the pain. Accept that it’s your burden to bear in this life, just like it’s Ashley’s gift, as a girl, to cause it. Look at her and see the beautiful, feminine creature she is and let yourself adore her. Yes, she kicked your balls hard, but she’s still here. She cares about you. Please trust me. You will be a better man for what she did just now.” David began to rise but then stopped, kneeling again. “Oh, and it’s okay to feel embarrassed or ashamed, too. That’s just part of the package. Sure, Ashley might laugh at you for being so weak, but that’s just a man’s plot in life. You’ll get over it. I know you will.” With one more gentle pat on the back, David rose, winked again at Ashley, and made his way back to his wife’s side.
After about fifteen minutes, Ashley finally had her fill of Ryan’s anguish. She walked over to the kitchen and peeked in, almost timidly, but stood a little taller when she saw Tonya waving her in with enthusiasm sparkling in her eyes.
“Want something to drink?” Tonya asked, sliding a chair out for the girl.
“I’ll take a soda, if you don’t mind,” Ashley said, sounding polite and sweet.
David moved over to fridge and pulled out a can of Coke. “Do you want ice and a glass?” When Ashley shook her head, David popped the tab and handed her the cold can. Then he went and sat at the far end of the table, where he could keep his eye on Ryan, while giving Ashley and his wife some private “girl” time.
“Impressive,” Tonya commented, looking at Ashley with no small amount of respect as the girl sipped her soda.
“Thanks,” Ashley said, looking far away and dreamy. After a short pause, Ashley looked at Tonya, “You know, Mrs. - “
“Tonya. It’s Tonya, not Mrs. anything,” Tonya said smiling.
“Okay Tonya,” Ashley said, cautiously as if trying it out might be best to start with. “Did you know that this was the first time I’ve ever kicked a boy, ya know,” Ashley’s eyes dropped and she studied the pattern of tile on the floor for a beat before looking up again, “in the balls.”
Tonya’s eyes lit up at the same time that her mouth fell open. The girl was a natural then, she thought, and on the heels of that notion, how lucky am I to be a part of it? “You’re kidding me,” was what she said, though.
Ashley shook her head. “It’s true. I mean, I’ve sure wanted to. Plenty of times,” she added when she saw Tonya nod and smile.
“Well you could have fooled me,” Tonya said, letting the honesty ring in her voice. “Besides witnessing it myself, it’s been fifteen or twenty minutes and Ryan is still on the ground, so I know you did a proper job of busting his balls for him. It’s hard to believe that it was your first time!” The words practically gushed from Tonya’s mouth. “So how did it feel?” Tonya asked, squeezing the girl’s shoulder with maternal pride.
“It felt… great? No,” Ashley shook her head like it was an eraser trying to wipe away a wrong answer. “It was more than great. It was incredible. Amazing.” Ashley paused, her eyes dimming briefly before the sparkle returned tenfold. “It was absolutely intoxicating!”
Tonya laughed. “It’s all those things, Ashley! So what did you like most about it?”
“Everything!” Ashley blurted, laughing herself. “I don’t know. I mean it felt really good to feel Ryan’s balls smush against my foot, and it was awesome to see him buckle and make those stupid, pained faces. It kinda even looked like he regretted it, too,” Ashley added, looking thoughtful as if she was replaying the memory in her mind.
“I’m sure he was regretting it,” Tonya deadpanned, before giggling.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Ashley said, smiling. “But I think what I really loved was having him on his knees and being able to tower over him, like I was super powerful or something.”
“You ARE super powerful, Ashley,” Tonya said emphatically. “You are a girl, a woman, a beautiful female creature, and you hold so much power because of your innate right to kick a boy in his balls if you choose to.”
Ashley smiled but held her tongue for a moment, letting Tonya’s wisdom wash through her like a cleansing flood. “I know he crumbled to the ground too soon after sinking to his knees, but while he was on his knees I also really, like REALLY, enjoyed seeing him hold his balls in front of me. Seeing that made me know he was in soooo much pain. And I loved knowing that I hurt him. Especially there.”
“I know exactly what you mean, dear,” Tonya replied with a smug, conspiratorial grin. When she saw Ashley’s eyes flick to where David was sitting and then back again, Tonya chuckled, inferring what was going through the girl’s mind. “Yes. The answer to your question is yes. I have most certainly kicked my husband in the balls. More than you would think. But he knows that it’s my right. I’m the woman, he’s just the man, and he understands that his balls will get kicked from time to time.”
Ashley’s jaw dropped at Tonya’s blunt, but factual, statement. She could feel her mind spinning and felt a million questions vying for attention. But before she could ask any of them, Ryan’s dad interrupted.
“Looks like someone’s coming around,” he said, rising from his seat.