[True story] The Sadie series, Part 2 -  “What if I just crushed your nuts right now?”

A follow up to story #1 from a few months ago which can found [~here~](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1b414p3/true_story_the_sadie_series_sadie_punches_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button) if you missed it. 

*This story involves Sadie agreeing to kick two guys in university halls to settle their debate and a threat towards me later.*

This story was still in first year of university, I think just a few weeks or maybe a month after the first story. I remember it was actually a pretty miserable day of weather considering the time of the year so we were all indoors. Our halls had a common room where the residents would sometimes congregate. There was about of 20 of us in there that day. I was with my friends from the first floor chatting away but they were 3 or 4 groups of conversations going on.  One of those groups was pretty loud - consisting of Mark, a guy who claimed to be a kick boxer / fighter and was quite in shape but I always found him to be a bit of a knob; Kyle, who was loud but personable; and Sadie. Both Mark and Kyle were quite “macho” and proud men. They were getting quite animated and so their conversation was beginning to filter to others. I heard snippets come through.

*“I would take it better than you, I train all the time”*

*“Nah, that doesn’t matter. It’s the same for every man”*

Mark and Kyle were arguing back and forth but I couldn’t work out quite what. I saw them shake hands. A crowd began to form around them as they rose up from the seats.

“Wait, we’ll need someone else to do it - I’m not gonna let you do it first and ruin my shot.” Mark said looking at Kyle. Mark and Kyle then diverted their gaze towards Sadie, who was still sitting down. 

“Yeah, okay fine … I’ll do it”, Sadie accepted sheepishly. I could tell she was feeling shy as a lot of the crowd were paying attention to her - which she wasn’t always comfortable with. She stood up with her arms still folded. She was wearing snug navy denim jeans, a plain black tube top and a red tartan overshirt that was unbuttoned and complimented her red hair which was tied in a high rise ponytail; along with black slip-on flat shoes with no socks. My eyes locked with Sadie; she caught mine and made her eyes widen as if to say “what is going on”. I was still puzzled as to the situation. I wandered over to the crowd and asked my friend what was going on.

“Oh … Mark and Kyle are arguing over who can take a kick in the balls better. Yeah, I don’t get it either!” he replied after I wore a surprised look on my face. Mark and Kyle were still discussing, presumably on who was going to go first. I looked back at Sadie and pointed toward hers and mouthed “you?” before pointing my thumb at the two lads. Sadie responded with outstretched arms not to dissimilar to the shrug emoji, with a exasperated look on her face.

Mark was up first. He had a cocky look on his face as he ambled into the centre of the circle formed by the crowd. He put his arms behind his back before widening his stance a bit. He nodded at Sadie. Sadie looked very unsure - her hands were clasped around her nose. 

“Are you sure? I’d feel bad”, Sadie said to Mark.

“I’m letting ya. It’s fine, I can take it”, Mark said as he looked over to Kyle who was in close quarters. “Quiet everyone”, Mark ordered.

“Okay, but only cus you’re sure. Ready? 3… 2… 1…” Sadie counted down. Sadie gingerly stepped forward one step, and kicked Mark right between the legs with her right foot still adorned with her flats shoe. If I’m honest, it was at a pretty low speed (as if she was holding back) and not the best form but everyone still heard an audible sound as she made contact. 

“Ohhhhhhh” the crowd reacted. Sadie stumbled back awkwardly, her hands back to covering her mouth. After the kick, Mark had bent over with his head bowed down but he was still upright and his legs straight - his head was essentially level with his now aching groin, almost as if he was checking they were still there. He stayed there for about 10 seconds as Sadie approached him cautiously as if he was a wild animal that could lash out - but he eventually raised his head and stayed upright before fist pumping.

“Didn’t knock me down. I stayed up.” Mark defiantly stated. I could sense that he counted that as a win. 

“Right, Kyle, you’re up. You’re not gonna stay up though I can tell.” Kyle slowly approached the centre of the circle, he came across as quite nervous having watched Mark. He smiled a little at Sadie, who still looked a bit bewildered by what was happening and unsure how to carry herself.

“Kyle, you can back out if you want”, Sadie reassured. It did sound like neither really wanted to go through with it now. Kyle thought about it, shook his head and then assumed a stance, clenching his fists by his sides. 

“Okay, I’ll count in again. 3…2…1…”

Going second did not go in Kyle’s favour. On reflection, my reading was that Sadie had now had one try and so now was able to subconsciously adjust her approach. This time, she stood a bit closer to her target and so she kicked from a standing start. She also had her left foot planted in front of her so her right leg could swing back for more momentum. 

Her leg swung forward once more into a man’s groin - as it did a few moments before. A similar sound to the first kick. But this time, an audible groan from Kyle. And another sound - a clopping sound of Sadie’s shoe falling off her foot after the impact of her kick and landing on the ground. That gives you an indication that Sadie’s second kick may have been a bit more forceful than her first! Kyle sank down straight to his knees and his forehead rested on the floor as he was curled up in a ball; visibly in pain. This time Sadie was a bit more giddy and started giggling after watching Kyle fall down.

“My shoe!” Sadie cried out as she went to retrieve it from the ground. “I’m so sorry! You know I didn’t mean to.” She put her shoe back on before giving Kyle an affectionate rub and squeeze of his shoulder - he couldn’t reply. Mark was laughing to himself very loudly.

“I told ya Kyle. Can’t hack it”, he said as he waddled away, still feeling the effects a little. The crowd had dispersed and gone back to their own conversations. I had sat down on a chair when Sadie came over and planted herself next to me. She turned her head towards to me with a sense of inner turmoil, giving a loud sigh, begging for some attention.

“What’s up?” I indulged.

“I just feel so bad. Was it too hard?” she inquired. In my head, I was thinking bitch you punched me there no problem not too long ago! 

“Eh. Kyle will be okay”, I reassured her as we saw he had made it back up and gave a thumbs up. I thought he might have made a fuss about being kicked harder but he seemed just relieved that he was okay. Sadie gave me a slight smile and we then wandered into different topics of conversation. 

\* \* \* Later that day \* \* \*

After eating dinner together and having a drink at the pub in a larger group, Sadie, Mark and I were relaxing back in Sadie’s dorm room. Her room had become the default place for our floor to hang out, much to the reluctance of Sadie. When I had walked in, Mark and Sadie were chatting - Sadie had already changed into those high waist elephant print harem pyjama pants - black with the white patterns; quite snug and her hips and bum looked phenomenal in them. She was in the black tube top from earlier, her hair now untied from the ponytail and now hanging loose and straight - and of course, as she was in her room, she was barefoot. Her trousers went to the top of her ankles, and had frills that were tight there. 

I was sitting on the bed, Mark was sat on a chair toward a corner  and Sadie standing up and buzzing around the centre of the room - it was a rare occasion she had a lot of energy. 

“I reckon I could be a cage fighter then” Sadie claimed. 

“Yeah, but kicking men in the balls is illegal, right?” I retorted. I looked at Mark, he nodded. Sadie shrugged.

“Well it should be legal. Then I’d be the champion of the world! Just kick every man in the balls”, Sadie exclaimed. She then did a slow, exaggerated mocking air kick of some imaginary balls to show her point, letting out a little “hiyah” as she did it. 

I was sat on the bed so that my feet were planted on the ground, which left a triangle of mattress space between my legs; a narrow gap. Sadie was still buoyant and had now pointed herself towards me; planting her feet a few inches in front of me on the floor. Still sat on the bed, I couldn’t help but look down at her milky toned feet with dark purple nail polish on her toes. I realised I had been staring for a few seconds so I glanced up at Sadie. She had a devilish smirk on her face as she looked deep into my eyes. Maintaining eye contact, she raised her right foot and stomped it down on the bed - right in the gap where I was sat so her toes were millimetres away from my crotch. Sadie’s knee and leg became a pillar in front of me.  I felt a tinge of hot flushes come over me. Sadie had leaned her body forward, adding weight to her planted foot on the bed. 

“What if I just crushed your nuts right now? Stopped you from having children,” Sadie proposed mischievously. I was frozen. I was mesmerised by Sadie’s foot being so close to my junk and her words of threat. She then arched her foot so that her toes were on the bed only and started to grind and mush the mattress where a pair of theoretical balls would be. I stared down way too long at Sadie’s foot - it was probably 5 seconds total but it felt a lot longer. I was knocked out of my haze by a playful tap on my shoulder by Sadie’s palm. I looked up and saw Sadie grinning widely back at me.

“Well, I probably won’t be able to have kids!” Mark quipped - which broke all of the tension. Sadie giggled at Mark’s remark and moved her foot away. I came back into reality after daydreaming that Sadie’s foot had been a few inches forward…