The Pavlov Cupid's Plan

Mandi and I had been friends since high school. She was the kind of girl who turned heads without trying. Her long hair, always catching the light, framed a face that seemed to glow with life. Years of gymnastics had given her a toned, athletic build. And cherry on top, she had huge tits which was one of my biggest turn on. We’d hang out often, grabbing coffee or going for runs together. Her laugh was infectious, a sound that could lift the heaviest of moods. She had this way of making everyone feel seen, like they mattered. That kind of empathy was rare and it was one of the reasons why so many people were drawn to her.

And yes, I was smitten. Mandi knew this, of course. I'd tried to take things further once, but she had gently turned me down. She found me attractive, sure, but she didn't see me like that. We’d agreed to stay friends, and I had resigned myself to that.

Then I noticed something interesting. It started one night at the movies. A character on screen took a blow to the groin. I expected a wince and laugh from Mandi. Instead, she started breathing faster. She was watching the scene with rapt attention, with something that looked like arousal. It was subtle, but I caught it. The same thing happened a few more times, in different situations. A guy got hit during a soccer game, and there it was again. She’d rush to help, her voice full of concern, but I could see her flushed face, the way her lips parted slightly.

I started to piece it together. Mandi had a thing for guys getting hit in the nuts. It was a crazy realization, but it gave me a wild idea. If I could engineer a situation where I got hit in front of her, maybe I could trigger that same reaction and associate it with me, like a Pavlov experiment.

I considered my options. I could try to annoy her, get her to playfight, and leave myself open. But Mandi was too kindhearted. I couldn’t see her kicking anyone, even as a joke. So, I had to plan an accident.

There was an old armchair in my living room with broad, unforgiving wooden arms. The idea was simple: stumble and fall, nuts first, onto one of those hard edges. I rehearsed with a cup on, making sure I could land the fall just right. I knew it would hurt without the cup, but it didn't seem to be such a hard hit and I figured I'd be fine without it on the actual day.

When the day came, I set up the scene. Mandi was over, and we were chatting casually. I positioned myself near the armchair, pretending to stumble on a strategically placed cushion. Then, I let myself fall, aiming for the arm of the chair. Despite my rehearsals, I was really nervous and I fell much faster than I planned to.

“Thud!” The pain was immediate and intense. Much worse than I had anticipated without the cup.

"My balls! My balls!" I gasped, doubling over and grabbing at my crotch. The room spun, and I felt a wave of nausea hit me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I could barely breathe. If it didn't work, this would be my dumbest idea ever.

Mandi’s reflexive laugh cut through the haze of pain, but she quickly rushed to my side. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

I couldn't answer, just groaned and rocked back and forth. She knelt beside me, her face flushed, her breath coming faster. "I’m so sorry," she cooed, rubbing my back with one hand, the other hovering uncertainly.

“It hurts... so much,” I managed to choke out, still clutching myself.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. She kept patting my back, her touch gentle. I could hear the quick breaths she took, see the color rising in her cheeks. She looked flustered, her pupils dilated. As she leaned over me, I caught a glimpse of her breasts from below, her shirt hanging loose. They moved slightly with each breath, her massive tits moving back and forth hypnotically.

Well, the first step was kind of a success, even if I could feel my nuts in the back of my throat. The problem would be managing to do it again; I wasn't sure my nuts would survive at this rate. But this was my only chance with Mandi, and I would do whatever it took.