Kick-Tortured and Teased at Work part 2: Fallout

When I left work my head was in the clouds.

I couldn’t stop thinking about and replaying what had just happened in my mind.

I was numb with excitement, incredibly turned on (I was trying to cover up the tent in my pants as I walked out to my car), and I was completely in love and enthralled with the woman who had just gleefully caused me pain and treated me like literal dirt.

At that moment I would have poured gas on my car, which I had saved for so long to buy and took such good care of, set it on fire and crawled all the way to Krista’s house to see her.

I got in and started the 20 minute long drive home. I was still wet, cold and covered in dirt from the soles of Krista’s boots. But to me I felt like the most privileged man alive, as to me it was mud from an angel’s boots. A dark angel maybe, but nonetheless a higher being than me who had given me the honor of being a source of amusement for her.

It was when I went to get out of the car at home that reality snuck in.

When I went to swing my legs out the car door I felt a major pain in my groin.

It was like a lighting bolt hit me between the legs. I dropped to my hands and knees as soon as my feet hit our dirt and stone driveway.

I started to panic. The pain was overwhelming and getting worse by the second.

I tried to move in different ways but it only got worse.

I wondered if I should call for help but the thought of the humiliation and embarrassment of the situation and explaining it wouldn’t let me.

After several minutes of trying to stand unsuccessfully I agonizingly started to drag myself toward the steps of our house. It took several minutes to reach them. I managed to grab the railing and haul myself to my feet.

It was awful. The pain in my crotch made my legs basically useless. My eyes were watering like crazy.

I held onto the steps rail and very, very slowly made it up onto the porch. I used a chair there as a walker and made it in through the front door.

Fortunately only my stepmother, Sharon, saw me, from the kitchen. I was holding on for dear life to a large armchair, trying to look normal, hiding my extreme pain. My Father was away for work at the time and it was only Sharon and my step sister Stephanie at home.

Sharon looked at me, saw I was covered in dirt that she assumed was from work, wrinkled her nose and said to go get a shower immediately.

I said nothing and just started making my way to the back of the house. Luckily we had a rancher house so no steps.

It was about 5 in the afternoon When I got to my room. I very slowly and carefully lowered myself onto the floor next to my bed, pulled what there was of my filthy clothing off and threw it in a corner.

I was afraid to look but I inspected my package. It looked even worse than it felt.

My penis was already showing major bruising. Also there were two nasty-looking abrasions on it, one on the bottom side near the head and the other also on the bottom at the base. The peeled flaps of skin were hanging off exposing raw flesh. I assumed the damage was from Krista kicking and stepping on it with those rough-soled (but extremely sexy) boots she was wearing.

I literally couldn’t believe the condition of my balls. I could see the scrotum was damaged with abrasions and broken blood vessels in it. There were several nasty reddish/purple marks covering it. And the sac itself looked like it was filled with air like a balloon. My penis was actually lifted upwards by it.

My head swam. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But the searing pain confirmed the reality.

I layed down on my back on the floor, pulled a thin sheet down off my bead and covered myself just as I passed out

I was woken shortly when Sharon knocked and asked if I wanted supper. I said "Thank you" and told her that I was exhausted and would get something later or in the morning.

Me and her weren't overly close. She said something like "whatever" or "suit yourself" or something of that nature and went back to what she was doing.

I then noticed even breathing was currently difficult. Just the movement of breath made my aching balls feel surges of pain that went down my thighs and up into my lower abdomen.

My thoughts went to a story of one of the kids back in high school who was a wrestler and accidentally got kneed in the groin during a match. Apparently the next day someone kicked him in the balls to be funny. Well he turned out to have ruptured a testicle during the match and that kick sent him to the hospital. I know he missed the rest of the wrestling season and some time from school. I couldn't remeber the end result. I wondered if Krista's full-force kicks had done the same or even worse to me. I mean I hadn't even tried at all to protect myself. And I had basically nothing covering me at all except a single, very thin layer of flimsy fabric. Maybe we over-did it.

But then I remebered just how it all felt. Being so helpless and her taking such advantage of me. I mercifully fell back into a state unconsciousness.

Not long after, I was again woken up, but this time much differently. I felt something pressing down onto my chest through my thin bedsheet.

I opened my eyes to see Stephanie, my stepsister standing over me, one booted foot on my chest, grinning and looking down into my eyes, and leaning her weight into it with her hands on her knee. Her boot was putting further pressure on my chest, making breathing even more of a challenge.

Stephanie and Sharon had moved in with my father and I about 3 years prior at that point. My father and Sharon having gotten together about two years after he and my mom had divorced.

I had had a challenging time adjusting to the new arrangement. Stephanie was 2 years older than me, close in age to Krista. When I first met Stephanie I was just getting through puberty, was still a virgin, and she was and is quite attractive. I was smitten with her and fantasized about her constantly. Stephanie is about 5'5", with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Not overly large breasts but a tight body with a thick but firm and perky ass. She was also a total clothes-horse and always looked so sexy.

She even had a shoe and boot habit and usually wore heels or boots of many designs that drove me absolutely crazy, especially early on, before I was with an actual female. She obviously had picked up on my fascination with her and had been enjoying teasing me for quite some time.

To futher the web I was currently caught in, Stephanie and Krista were close friends. And I knew, to my chagrin, Krista had told Stephanie things about my sexual tendencies that Stephanie loved to ridicule me over (although I suspected she already knew).

On this day Stephanie was wearing a simple but clingy brown patterned, waist-length sweater, black semi-shiny tights that made her legs look so tauntingly good, and some knee-high black leather riding boots.

Normally the thought of her standing dominantly on me when I'm naked and in such a vulnerable way would be the stuff of fantasy. But because of the extent of my injuries I was actually pretty scared. I was laying on my back basically spread eagle. I tried to close my legs but the movement caused a jolt of fresh pain. I could tell that the swelling of my balls had gotten much worse, to the point I couldn't have my knees together.

Stephanie said tauntingly, "I always thought of you as doormat but now I know for sure!" and nudged my chest under her boot.

"A little asslicker AND and a doormat for girls to use" she said with an arrogant laugh.

I just looked up at her, trying to conceal my agony and fear. I could actually, incredibly, feel my penis stiffening, which made everything hurt that much worse. But, somehow made me horny all over again, despite the pain.

I realized that she had obviously talked to Krista and Krista had told her about what had happened earlier. I also realized that neither Stephanie nor Krista knew that I was really hurt. And there was absolutely no way I would ever let them find out about it. The embarrassment would be terrible and would probibly never end.

Stephanie continued, with her boot still pressing down on my body, "Your girlfriend texted me and told me what she did to you today. She said she literally walked all over you and you begged her to do it!" She laughed and said, "She asked me to check on you because you didnt answer your phone a little while ago. Are you too worn out from being kicked around?" She did a little pout and teasingly pretended to care.

I grabbed my phone and saw a text from Krista saying that she wouldn't be able to see me tonight because of some family responsibilities. I was actually relieved by that news and texted her back "Ok I understand. I will see you tomorrow"

Stephanie looked down at my body and saw the tent forming at my crotch. She stepped between my legs, standing on the bedsheet.

My grievously injured penis was fully hard now. It hurt really, really bad. But looking up at her turned me on so very much, against my will and better judgement. Ecstacy was blotting out the immense pain.

Stephanie pressed down on my now-throbbing dick with the sole of her boot and started grinding on it. She was crushing down directly on the freshly-opened abrasions and severe bruising, worsening the injuries.

She continued the torture and said in a mockingly sexy voice, "Careful baby boy you're gonna make a mess."

Stephanie continued twisting and grinding her boot on my dick. She rotatated her body and posed purposefully in a super sexy way with her hips moving back and forth so I was now being tortured by the sight of her gorgeous ass as she grinded away on me.

When she looked down and saw precum making a wet spot in the sheet she smiled broadly, gave it two more twists, took her boot off of me and stood up straight. She said, "Oh no- that's all you get Doormat." "The rest is for Krista to use"

She started to walk away but stopped and turned around and stepped back betwee my legs.

She said, "Why are you down there anyway?" "I mean doormats do belong at my feet but are you so worn out and beaten down you can't even move?"

I just grunted, my vision was blurry.

It's very difficult to relive this next part. The thought of it hurts even now all these years later.

When I didn't answer to her satisfaction, she said down to me, "You're pathetic." She then brought her right leg back and intently swung it forward to kick me full force with the toe of her booted foot connecting through my extremely swollen, completely unprotected sac and violently crushing my most likely already-ruptured right testicle.

My vision only registered lightning bolts on a black background. My body quivered. But I held still, continuing to feign being ok.

I must have at least shown some reaction. Because Stephanie mockingly said, "What's the matter, I thought you have balls of steel?"

She laughed and kicked me a second time, even harder, this one connecting with and crushing my left nut.

I started to pass out from the pain.

"What a little pussy" Krista said. She then raised her right boot and, ignoring the little stains of red that were now also staining the sheet, stomped down hard on my now-useless package.

She left her boot where it was, enjoying the anguish she was causing, which I was trying so hard to at least partially conceal.

"Sweet dreams Asslicker" she sneered. "That's all you'll be able to do now!"

She then stepped up right on my viciously wounded crotch to step over me and continue out the door.

Even as my vision blurred, I lusted for Stephanie, regardless of how cruel and merciless what she had just done to me was. I watched her ass as she walked out of the room. I only wished I could crawl behind her.

I then thankfully passed into a sea of unconsciousness.......