A Boy Becomes a Man - (Part 4 of 4)

“I don’t know, Mom,” Ryan said, though in truth, amid the distraction of their conversation, the pain he was feeling had diminished greatly. But when his mother grabbed him under the arms, he rose compliantly.
“Come over here, honey,” Tonya said to Ashley as she dragged her son over in front of the fireplace.
Ashley sauntered over, intentionally swinging her hips in wide arcs as she walked, making it impossible for Ryan not to stare lustfully at her legs and ass.
“Now,” Tonya said, looking first at her son and then at Ashley, “I want you both to shake hands and make nice.”
Ashley’s hand shot out immediately – as the winners’ always do – but Ryan paused for a moment, gazing at the girl’s delicate, thin fingers and the bright red polish adorning her well-manicured nails. To shake hands now was to admit his defeat – that Ashley had bettered him.
Ah, but she has, hasn’t she? He found himself thinking and he could feel the embarrassment, simmering continually ever since Ashley’s first kick, threatening to boil over again. Ryan looked past her hands and down to her dainty feet, suddenly aware that the pointed high heels encasing them were no accident. A thin, rueful smile creased his mouth as he silently commended her devious nature. She knew she was going to kick me in the balls and she made sure to wear shoes that would make it hurt as much as possible. You sly girl, Ashley, he mused. But he found that conceding her smart, tricky ruse made it easier for him to take her offered hand. He reached out and shook it while Ashley smirked into his face and his mother smiled beatifically between them.
“I’m proud of you, Ryan,” Tonya said, as the boy and girl shook hands in front of her. “I can’t imagine how disheartening and hollow it must feel to have to shake the hand of the girl who just busted your balls.” Ashley giggled as Ryan’s mother jabbed him with such a backhanded compliment. “But regardless,” Tonya continued after the girl’s giggles subsided, “I think we should commemorate this moment. Ashley’s earned her moment in the sun and you deserve to be forever reminded of your defeat. She kicked you in the balls and watched you fall, standing triumphant as you curled up at her feet.” When she looked at Ryan, he looked wounded by the truth of what she’d said, and Tonya smiled at him. “Still stings, to hear, eh? I don’t doubt it,” Tonya said with the hint of a chuckle. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to stand between you two and hold Ashley’s right hand and your left hand, Ryan.” Tonya took their hands as she instructed them while David moved in front of them, readying the camera. “Now, Ashley, I’m going to raise your right hand high in the air, like a referee does to indicate the winner of a boxing match. I want you to give us your brightest, happiest smile. Can you do that?”
Ashley felt like she was already wearing her brightest, happiest smile as she basked in Tonya’s praise and Ryan’s shame over the ball busting she’d delivered to him. And yet, feeling Tonya’s soft, womanly hand gripping hers, Ashley found her smile growing even bigger. She nodded happily at Ryan’s mother.
“And, Ryan,” Tonya said, looking kindly at her son, “I want you to keep holding my hand as your arm remains hanging in defeat at your side. But I also want you to hold your balls with your right hand.” She gave him a pointed look as he recoiled slightly. Tonya ignored his reaction and plowed ahead with her vision. “Don’t just let your hand hang over them, either. Really grab them. Firm. Like your balls are hurting you as bad as in the moments directly after Ashley kicked them. Make it obvious to anyone looking at this picture that I’m raising Ashley’s arm in victory because she kicked your balls really hard.” When her son swallowed hard, Tonya chuckled. “And don’t be afraid to let the pain come through in your expression. Clench your teeth and grimace,” Tonya instructed. “Let everyone know how much your balls hurt. Also – and this important – ,” she continued, imploring her son with her eyes to do his best on this next part, “Let the adoration you felt for Ashley after she kneed you in the balls shine through as well. We want to see that you’re in pain but that ultimately, you adore the girl who caused your pain. Can you do that?”
Ryan looked at his mother with concerned eyes. It felt like she was asking a lot from him and he wasn’t sure he could pull it off. He could see his father’s eager face behind the camera and the gleeful, expectant face of Ashley as she looked around his mother at him. Understanding how much they wanted this – and if he was completely honest with himself, he had to admit he wanted it, too – but he was no actor. He inhaled deeply as he tried to conjure up the necessary emotions. When he saw his mother shaking her head sadly, Ryan knew he’d failed.
So did Ashley, and she moved around Tonya placing herself in front of Ryan. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to help Ryan meet his mother’s expectations. Without thinking too hard, Ashley’s fingers wrapped around Ryan’s upper arms and she leaned in and gave him a kiss, right on his lips. After a brief hesitance, Ryan’s lips parted and he pressed his mouth to hers. As they kissed, Ashley brought her knee up and pressed it into Ryan’s groin, soft at first but then harder. She could feel him kiss her even harder as his body squirmed at the fresh pain. As she broke off the kiss, Ashley smiled, only later recalling how wonderful his kiss had been, and gave him one quick, light knee directly in his balls. Ryan doubled over slightly as Ashley slid back beside Tonya, his eyes filling with love in spite of the pain.
Tonya smiled, her pulse quickening as she watched the girl help Ryan finally reach the emotion that she required of him. This girl was smart as a whip, Tonya thought in awe. She was intuitive enough to bust his balls just enough to bring fresh pain, but not enough to send him to the floor again – and that kiss! What a great way to elicit his adoration! Tonya felt Ashley’s hand settle back into hers and she redoubled her grip around her son’s hand. She looked at him from the corner of his eye and found his pose perfectly to her liking. He was holding his balls openly, his mouth drawn into a grimace but his eyes were glowing, practically burning with desire, as they turned in their sockets, straining to get a glimpse of Ashley as Tonya raised her arm in victory.
The picture David captured exceeded Tonya’s wildest expectations.
“How about everyone goes back to the kitchen?” David suggested as Tonya lowered Ashley’s arm. “I need to do something real quick.” Though his wife flashed him a quizzical grin, David shrugged and ducked down the hall.
As the two women and the one boy – a man now – moved over to the table, Tonya asked if anyone was hungry. “I have some chocolate chip cookies if anyone’s interested.”
Ashley’s stomach rumbled at the mention of cookies and she realized she hadn’t eaten since her break nearly seven hours ago. “I’ll take one… or two… if you don’t mind?” She added hopefully.
“Of course dear,” Tonya said. “How about you, Ry?”
Ryan was already sitting, somewhat hunched over the table. He was holding his stomach like he needed to use the restroom. “As good as I know they are, I’ll have to pass,” he said, his face clouding over. “My stomach is really cramping.” His mother smiled and nodded knowingly.
Ashley looked over at him, her eyebrows creased thoughtfully. “Is it cramping because I kicked you in the balls?” The tone of her voice was genuinely curious. When Ryan nodded she’d guessed right, Ashley grinned a little. “Wow, that’s crazy,” she said, but her tone was amused now. “But your balls,” she started, looking at him with a glint of hope in her eye, “they still hurt, too, right?” Again Ryan nodded. “Oh good!” Ashley exclaimed, relieved to learn that he was still in pain down there, too. “Shame you can’t have one of these, though,” she said without much sympathy as she took one of the cookies Tonya had set down and took a large bite. “Mmmm.”
Tonya had to smile at the way Ashley was teasing her son. The girl was a natural, she thought. Taking a much smaller bite than the one Ashley had taken – she wasn’t trying to rub it in her son’s face – she swallowed it down and said, “I wonder what’s taking David so long?”
As if summoning the devil himself, David appeared at that moment waiving two glossy 8”x10” photos at them. “Oh, you gotta see these!” He cried, before adding, “Ooh, cookies. Nice!” He sat down and passed one photo to Ashley and one to Ryan before digging into his cookie.
Ashley’s face glowed when she saw the image in her hands. It was the one where she’d just kneed Ryan in the balls instead of hugging him. He looked so cute, so adorable with his eyes fighting to subdue the pain he was in while displaying his utter admiration for her as he looked up at her. The same smug smile she had in the photograph crept onto her face as she studied the image. Her eyes widened a little when she noticed her hardened nipples pressing against her shirt and shook her head in wonder. Had she been that thrilled and turned on? Based on the pleasurable feeling welling up inside as she looked at Ryan holding his balls in the picture, she realized she probably was. It was intoxicating, she mused.
Conversely, Ryan felt the sting of defeat all over again as he saw Ashley smiling brightly as his mother raised her victorious arm. He towered over both of them, but there was Ashley, the clear-cut winner. In that moment, he understood he would never live it down. That fact became even more apparent as he looked at himself in the picture. Had he really looked so haggard? So beaten? He winced to see himself holding his aching balls, knowing that anyone who saw the photo would intuit immediately that she’d busted his balls very hard. But when Ryan discovered the glowing adoration flowing from his eyes as they looked over to Ashley, he felt a warmth embrace him. How could he not look at her with such naked adoration? She was gorgeous. He passed the picture to his mother who grinned as she quickly glanced at it before passing it to Ashley. His father was already handing him the picture he’d given first to Ashley.
Taking the photo from his father, Ryan grimaced as the memory of how Ashley had tricked him sprang into his mind. He’d really thought she wanted to hug him and he’d left himself totally exposed. A voice from deep within chided him saying, “You deserved to have her knee you in the balls, dummy. You left yourself wide open.” He swallowed hard and looked away. He noticed Ashley staring at her victory pose picture and couldn’t help a smile of his own as he saw her taking it in. She looked blissful and enraptured. He could feel a stirring in his pants as he remembered the humiliation she’d made him feel. God, he wanted her.
Across the table, Ashley’s smile widened and her face flushed as she looked at herself posed in victory. She felt every bit as incredible now as she had when Ryan’s mother had raised her arm. She had never felt more satisfied in her life! She wondered if she would ever feel that good, that proud, again. She looked up and found Ryan’s eyes locked on her. Her smile morphed into a sly grin. “I’d sure like to kick you right in the balls again,” she said, sounding wistful but eager at the same time.
Tonya suddenly laughed out loud, a long, hearty laugh that caused her husband to join her. “I’ll bet you would, honey,” she said between peals of laughter. “But don’t you worry. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities.” This set Tonya laughing all over again. When she’d finally composed herself, she looked into Ashley’s clear blue eyes. “And when you do, take them. You have my permission to kick my son in the balls as hard and as often as you would like.” When Ashley’s mouth fell open, Tonya smiled and flicked her luscious red hair. “Yeah, you heard right. If you get the urge, or he does something stupid… Bust. His Balls. He needs it.”
“Oh! I’m so relieved you think so, too!” Ashley squealed with delight. She couldn’t believe Tonya was giving her full permission to ballbust her son as much as she wanted. A devilish grin spread across her lips as she began to imagine the possibilities that would surely soon present themselves.
“I’m sitting right here,” Ryan stammered, feeling completing unnerved at how eagerly his mother and Ashley were discussing crushing his balls. While it did thrill him in a weird way, it also made him feel extremely uncomfortable. And so very away of those two orbs between his legs, which he could feel tightening defensively in response to the avid chatter.
Tonya looked at her son and rolled her eyes. “We know, Ry. Duh,” she said, dismissing him as she turned back to Ashley.
Feeling even smaller, Ryan looked at his father with pleading eyes.
David leaned over to his son and said in a low voice, “I know this is super hard to hear right now, trust me. In fact, as much fun as we’ve had at your expense, I don’t blame you for not wanting to listen to them.” He paused, rolling a thought around in his mind. “You know, I bet if you tell your mom that you’d like to be excused because you’re still feeling a little ill, she’d probably let you go. She’s not heartless, Ry. Plus, it will probably make her happy to know you’re still hurting so much that you need to go upstairs.”
Ryan looked down at his hands on the table for a moment, pretending to study them as he considered his father’s advice. Finally, he looked up when he noticed a break in the conversation. “Hey Mom?” Tonya glanced over at him. “Would you mind if I, uh, went upstairs? I still feel kinda sick.” Ryan looked at his mom with an exaggerated wince.
Tonya studied her son for a moment and then smirked. It was a warm smirk, though, with none of the cruelness she was capable of showing. “I understand, honey. Yes, why don’t you go to your room and nurse those busted balls.” A little of the cruelness glinted as she spoke the last two words. “We’ll see Ashley out.” Tonya started to turn her attention back to Ashley but stopped abruptly. “Oh, before you go, come over here and thank Ashley one more time.” Her voice was sweet, but there was a commanding edge beneath the softness.
Ryan rose slowly, one hand over his stomach and he half walked, half lurched over to where Ashley was sitting, smiling up at him as she batted her long lashes in a way she knew would demean him. Ryan started to speak but then closed his mouth, wanting to look away from Ashley’s intent gaze.
“Oh come on, Ryan,” Ashley said, coaxing him to speak. “What is it that you’d like to say to me?”
Ryan’s fists clenched briefly at the condescending manner in which Ashley spoke. It was maddening. But then he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, calming himself, composing himself. Though there was little conviction deep in his soul, Ryan forced himself to put some strength in his voice. “I just wanted to say thank you again.” Ryan let his eyes fall to the floor as he willed himself to continue. “Thank you for kicking me in the balls. Thank you for showing me what it means to be a man. Thank you for…,” Ryan trailed off and glanced at his mother. Tonya’s head nodded slightly, encouraging her son to finish his thought. Ryan looked back at Ashley and let the vacuous enormity of how Ashley had made him feel sweep through him. “Thank you for showing me how powerful girls are.”
Ashley grinned at Ryan’s humble concession, once again feeling that wonderful sense of feminine superiority. With a show of grace contrary to the power rising inside her, Ashley said simply, “You’re welcome.” She watched as Ryan’s head drooped and he limped off to his bedroom.
When he’d gone, Tonya looked first at her husband and then to Ashley. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?”
David and Ashley looked at each other and then broke into laughter.
“It certainly was,” David agreed, composing himself as Ashley’s head bobbed up and down in agreement. “What a night.” David glanced over at the clock on the stove. “Wow, it’s later than I thought,” he commented, hoping either Ashley or his wife would take the hint.
“Oh my,” Ashley said, pushing away from the table. “You’re right. I should probably get going.” But the way she lingered, hovering between the kitchen and the living room, revealed her reluctance to end the evening. “This has been the most surreal – but amazing – night of my life,” Ashley confessed. “And now it’s my turn to thank you!” Ashley said, beaming.
“Our pleasure, my dear,” David said, walking over and putting a hand around her shoulder. “I’ll walk you out.”
“Take care, Ashley,” Tonya called as she cleaned up the table. “I can’t wait to see Ryan come limping home some night after you’ve been together.”
Ashley and David were still chuckling as they stepped onto the front porch. David watched as the girl got into her car and backed out of the driveway. What an amazing creature, he thought to himself as he waved good-bye. David stood on the porch for a long while as he stared blankly into the distance. It brought him joy to know his son was now a man and that he’d changed before their very eyes. He sighed contentedly and went back inside.
“Wow,” Tonya said. She was leaning against the sofa, her arms crossed, staring at her husband. “That girl is a natural. She made this experience even better than I could have ever hoped for!”
David nodded, smiling as he strode over toward his wife. Taking her head in his hands, he bent down and kissed her mouth tenderly. “You are a genius. A beautiful genius,” he complimented after the kiss ended.
Tonya let the kiss linger on her lips as she returned her husband’s loving gaze. She could feel her cheeks flushing at his praise. A warmth spread through her and she felt a strong desire to make David feel as good as she did right now. Looking into his eyes, Tonya took a deep breath, her considerable bosom rising and falling, and then she kicked her husband square in the balls. As he dropped, she chuckled with glittering eyes, and said, “A beautiful, powerful genius.” Then she winked and sauntered off, letting her ass sway as she did.
From his knees, gripped by the familiar, exquisite pain, watched his wife’s sexy ass disappear up the stairs. His heart raced, sensing that the evening’s events had put his wife in a frisky mood. He wanted to dash up the stairs and take her in his arms, showering her with kisses. But instead, knowing it would be a while before he could join her in the bedroom, he allowed himself to savor the pain, letting the anticipation build, sweet and maddening, as he held his busted balls.