The Incident with Hope

"Hey! No. Stop, he can't take any more. Hear him gasping? He can't breath." Hope told Faith assertively. She was right, I was close to my breaking point already, doubled over, on my knees, clutching my balls.

Faith had reduced me to a sobbing and shaking mess on the floor with her little feet. She had walked up to me on her tip toes, hands stretched reaching up into the air. She swung her leg back until her foot almost pointed at the ceiling and held the position.

"You're scared, aren't you Mark?" Faith said, lifting my chin slightly with her hand. She was wearing only her ballet pointe shoes. I nodded.

"You should be. I'm about to kick your right nut, twice." She said and stared at my face for a few more seconds. Her pink pointe shoe suddenly become a blur until it reached its destination. A jolt of pain exploded from my right ball. Before I hit the floor I was greeted by another kick to the same spot and the intensity of the pain increased twofold. I collapsed, helpless. Faith raised her leg, getting ready to launch a third kick. I looked over to Hope desperately. She saw the real terror in my eyes and leapt into action shielded me with her pale body. That's when she said, "Hey! No. Stop, he can't take any more. Hear him gasping? He can't breath."

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My forehead was against the carpet and my butt raised slightly off the floor. Hope covered my naked body with her own, laying stomach down on my back. She slowly and caringly rubbed my belly with her delicate hands. She had stategically placed her hips and groin over mine, shielding my balls from any more of Faith's vicious kicks. I felt safe.

Her hot breath warmed the back of my neck as she whispered some words of comfort, "You're my world, I won't let her break you." She planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Mark's a grown man, can't he like tough out a few more kicks?" Faith said from behind me.

'Let him recover, Faith! He's not used to shoes." Hope kissed me again and slowly raised herself off of me. "He needs water. Don't you dare kick him while I'm downstairs, I mean it. You've got to let him recover." She said. I sat up and watched her as she left the room. I always enjoyed the view from behind. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her bare white back like a waterfall. Beautiful. She had a cute little butt too.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave him alone, for now," Faith said disappointedly, just before Hope closed the door. She stood with her legs crossed in fifth position with her hands on her hips. She had a perfect ballerina figure. Her skin was spotless except except for a bruise on her right shoulder and bicept.

"Do you have to kick so hard all the time? Can't you start gently, like Hope?" My right testicle was still aching

"Gentle isn't my thing. Hope's like- she's quite, um, sensual. She's always touching you and checking if you're okay. I don't care about all that, honestly, I just want to kick you so hard that you pass out." Faith did a quick pirouette and continued, "Can I try?"

"No, I really don't want to pass out again," I laughed. Shit. I had said "again"

"Again? Does that mean, Hope, like...?" She looked surprised.

The door opened. Hope walked in with a glass of water and handed it to me. I sipped it slowly.

"So, Hope. Have you ever made Mark, um... black out? Like from a kick in the balls?" She asked.

"Not from a kick," Hope said. Faith looked at her curiously. Hope, in turn, looked at me.

"I guess we can tell her, Hope," I said, "what happened on the day of "the incident"".

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I started from the beginning. I told her about the very first time Hope had squeezed my bits. That when we both found out how easy it was to hurt me down there.

Hope jumped in "You had to be there- he was a total mess! You should have seen how cocky he was, all it took was a little squeeze to make him cry. My chest was pretty wet with his tears by the time he was done. It kinda turned me on but I didn't tell him until two years later. On that valentine's day."

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I recall we had began that Valentine's with intimate, steamy morning sex. As she came our eyes locked together and I pulled out, erupting onto her flat tummy. I was helping her clean up her belly when she asked me, "Can I tell you a secret?" She bit her lip, looked at me playfully and twirled her hair.

"Go on then," I said

"Never mind." She looked away and continued twirling her hair

"Hope, come on! You can't say something like that and then leave me hanging!" I put my hips on top of hers, my hard dick pressed against her groin.

She giggled, still avoiding eye contact she said "I get really wet when I think about-" she giggled again and bit her lip.

"You're such a tease!" I slowly thrust my hips back and forth, sliding my dick up and down her groin. "Finish the sentence!" I commanded, putting on a comically deep voice.

Hope laughed and finally looked at me with her brillian blue eyes. Fuck, she was beautiful.

"When I think about hurting you down there. In your balls." She said. I stopped thrusting. She noticed the expression on my face change and continued "Aw, you look so cute when you're scared"

"I might be cute, but I'm not scared," I said, still in an artificially deep voice.

"You look kinda scared. Am I that scary?" She asked jokingly.

I looked at her soft face. She was adorable. "You're really not," I replied

"I could be so scary if you let me anything I liked to your nuts," she hinted

I knew where this was going, but played along anyway. "Prove it," I said with a smirk

Hope's face lit up with excitement. "You really mean it? Are you sure, Mark? It's going to hurt, you know?"

I wasn't going to let her down on Valentine's. "I mean it. Do whatever you want. Right now"

"Can you play up how much it hurts? Can you act all tough when we start and get more scared as we go on? For me?" Hope looked like she couldn't wait to start.

I agreed. What could go wrong? Looking back at it now, we were completely lost in our excitement. So lost, in fact, that we had forgotten to set a safeword.

Hope sat on my thigh. She had restrained me to the bed using some twine. Between the twine and my skin she had placed empty pillow covers, to prevent rope burn. It was funny, I was barely going to register the rope burn on my wrists and ankles if I got hit in the balls.

She began to hump my thigh, and positioned her hand next to my sack. "Does this hurt?" She asked as she flicked my left ball.

"Ow! A little bit!" I said, honestly.

"Mark, you said you would act tough at the start, remember? Play it up later!" She flicked the same ball again. It hurt a lot more than the first time. "Does this hurt?" She repeated

"No" I said confidently "you couldn't hurt me if you tried!"

She looked satisfied. She continued humping and asked "what if I slap you down there? Would that hurt?

"Not at all" I didn't sound very convincing

She grabbed and held my bits tightly with one hand and slapped them a few times, not too hard. The pain built up inside me. I let out a groan.

"Aw I don't think my small girly hand can hurt you, even if I do this-" she swung her hand back and slapped with considerable force. That one really hurt. I whimpered. Hope continued in a slightly higher pitch "But maybe my small girly knuckles can!"

I felt two explosions of pain. She had punched me in my mosrt delicate part twice, and hard.

"Fuck, that hurts!"

"I know it does!" She giggled then whispered "Really play up how much it hurts now"

Oh crap. She thought I was still acting. She started to hump faster and as she came she grabbed my sack and squeezed.

I began to writhe under her. "I can't take it anymore! Lets stop, Hope"

She stood up. Was it over? "Play it up even more, make it sound real!" She said as she kicked one, two, three times into my balls.

"Fuck! I can't breath, I need a break!" I said desperately. I tried breaking free of the restraints, but Hope had tied me up very securely.

"You want me to break your balls?" Hope said, a hand on her ear. She was clearly having fun. Suddenly she dropped down onto one knee, concentrating her whole weight into my balls. I felt nauseous and my heart beat so quickly I thought I was about to have a heart attack.

She took her weight off my balls and used her fingers to isolate a single testicle. She lifted it up, stretching my sack and twisted it sideways. She sat in a squatting position, one knee either side of my testicle. "This is going to hurt so bad! Are you ready?" She asked

I couldn't speak. I shook my head. Hopedsnapped her legs shut, squashing my poor testicle inbetween her knees. I was close to blacking out. She let go and repeated with the other ball. I was going to black out. Both my balls were at there limit. The slightest pressure would cause unimaginable pain. Hope left the bed momentarily as she went through her drawer, shuffling things around until she found what she was looking for.

She returned with a few hairbands and her vibrator. I was still in too much pain to speak. She put the hairbands around my balls, so they couldn't move. She gently slipped them into her pussy.

"Aw you've gone so quiet Mark. Pretend you're terrified! Please?" She asked innocently. Her face was bright red. I was terrified. Thank god I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, or else I'd have surely thrown up by now.

"Hope, please, please stop. You're scaring me. Wait what are you doing?" I saw Hope turn on the vibrator and bring to her clit.

She giggled "keep going!"

"Everything hurts, it hurt from the start and it kept getting worse!"

"What hurt the most?" She was grinning ear to ear.

"Hope, I'm not joking! I feel faint! I've been telling you to stop for ages, I can't keep doing this" I could not hide the legitimate terror in my voice

"Mark? Are you still acting?" She looked shocked. She moved her vibrator off her clit but it was too late. I felt waves of unbearable pain shoot up into my stomach as Hope's pussy contracted around my balls. I passed out.

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When I came to, I found myself on the bed, still naked, but free from the restraints. Hope had put on some clothes. She and a blonde haired girl sat next to me. Hope's eyes were red and her cheeks wet.

"Mark... I'm so sorry," she sobbed

"Hi Mark, I'm Ember. Hope called me. You were unconscious when I found you, and both testicles had experienced torsion and trauma. I rotated them back into position for you, but it may take a week or two for you to fully recover from the blunt force trauma." The blonde girl told me.

I gently touched my sack. Pain shot up to my stomach immidiately.

"I wouldn't touch them as they are incredibly tender right now. Hope told me everything. What she did to you was dangerous. If you ever try anything like this again, make sure you have a safeword so things don't get out of hand. I have placed some painkillers on the table, take no more than three a day."

Hope was still crying quietly long after Ember had left. I think she felt even worse than I did. She took great care of me over the next few days. She did absolutely everything she could to redeem herself. I forgave her. After a few weeks things had almost returned to normal. Eventually I took myself to the doctors for a test.

The results came back the following week. I had become infertile. When I informed Hope, she burst into tears.

"It's alright," I said trying to comfort her. "I don't want kids, you don't want kids, what difference does it make if I can't have them? Look on the bright side, goodbye condoms!" I said. She still looked like she felt guilty.

"Do you still love me? After what I did?" she must have felt horrible.

"Of course I love you! I want to spend my life with you, Hope!" Her face brightened a bit as she heard the last sentence.

I carried on "Look, maybe, in the future, I might let you try again, but you've got to promise not to get carried away next time"

"Next time?" She looked at me, "You would put yourself through all that, again, for me?"

"I would do anything for you." I meant it. She embraced me and we held each other for a very long time.

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After I finished recounting that day, the first thing Faith asked was directed at Hope "You introduced him to Ember?"

Hope nodded "I had to, you heard how he was!"

Faith moved on abruptly "Damn, you've been through so much together." She was still standing in fifth position. "Alex never put him through anything like that for me, except for that one night after the theatre. I'm still stressed about the breakup."

She was acting a bit odd. They both were, in fact.

"I have to ask, and sorry to be direct but did Alex do that to you?" I said pointing at the bruises on her right shoulder and bicept.

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"Oh this was from work. Ask Hope. I kinda want to relieve that stress, you know, you were really helping earlier?"

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"We don't work together," Hope blurted out. She was right, she had worked with the transportation department since before I met her. Of course she didn't work with Faith.

"I mean I told you on the field, remember?" Something seemed forced about the way Faith was talking to Hope.

Hope seemed a little tense.

"Oh yeah, I remember, when we were out for a walk last week" I could tell she was lying through her teeth. Why? I decided I'd ask her some other time.

"So are you feeling better? Ready for a squeeze?" Faith gestured at me. Her legs were still criss crossed in fifth when she started squeezing my balls.

I managed to survive over a full minute before I said "Scarlet!"

"What did you just say?!" Faith looked at me as if I had said something sacreligious.

"Let him go! That's the safeword." I heard Hope say from behind me

I dropped to the floor. I didn't understand what was going on, or what they said but I heard Hope and Faith exchanging words. All I managed to understand were the words "valuable" and "doesn't know". Faith dressed up and left. Hope was sitting on the bed, still naked, when I recovered. She looked a little distant and lost. She hadn't even asked if I was okay.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"I promise, I'll explain everything." She sounded sincere.

All became clear on the day of the Second Instance, when both our lives changed forever.

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