The Pavlov Cupid's Plan - Part 2

It had been a few days since Mandi witnessed me get my balls crushed by the armchair. My nuts had mostly recovered, though I was really sore for a while. Mandi was very caring, helping me through the worst of it. She seemed a bit closer now, touching my arm sometimes, something she never did before.

Despite how painful the first experiment had been, I steeled myself to continue. I had already seen some results and I needed to push this further. I told Mandi I decided to try new sports as a New Year’s resolution and asked if she could show me gymnastics. She agreed enthusiastically.

When we arrived at the gym, I noticed it was mostly women, many of them teenage girls. I almost gave up when I thought about how embarrassing it would be when they saw me get my nuts crushed. Mandi looked incredible in her gymnastics leotard, her huge boobs almost bursting from the tight fabric.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked Mandi if I could try the balance beam.

She hesitated, surprised since guys don’t usually use the beam, but nodded. “Sure, if you’re just trying things out.”

I walked towards the beam, dread building up inside me. I hadn’t been able to test this beforehand and hoped it would hurt less than the armchair. I climbed onto the beam, feeling the hard surface beneath my feet.

I walked back and forth a few times, trying to seem confident. Then, I did a little jump, making it look like I slipped. My legs spread apart, and I came down hard, my nuts smashing into the beam.

“THUD!” The impact was brutal, much more than I expected. My testicles compressed against the hard beam, sending a shockwave of pain through my body. I could feel them flattening against the unforgiving surface, almost to the breaking point, as if they were being crushed under a hydraulic press.

“AAAHH! MY BALLS!” I screamed, the pain overwhelming. I could dimly hear some giggling and comments from the girls.

“Did you see that?”

“Wow, he really crushed his nuts!”

“Is he crying?”

The agony was worse than the armchair. My vision blurred, and I felt like I might vomit. My nuts felt like they were being ground into paste, the pain radiating up into my abdomen. I managed to fall to the side, clutching myself, my body shaking with the intensity of the pain.

Mandi rushed over, her face pale. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”

I couldn’t answer, just moaned, curling into a ball. Her hands hovered over me, unsure where to touch. “Shh, shh, it's okay,” she murmured, her voice trembling. She rubbed my back, her touch gentle but frantic. I could hear her breathing fast, her eyes full of sympathy mixed with arousal.

Around us, the girls continued to giggle and whisper. “He’s really in pain, poor guy.”

“Did you see how hard he hit? He won't be able to have kids.”

The coach, a pretty, athletic woman in her early thirties, was drawn by the commotion and walked over. “What happened here?”

A few of the teenage girls replied, “He fell on the beam and crushed his nuts!”

The coach stifled a laugh at the sight of me still rolling on the floor crying, but tried to stay professional. “Alright, let’s get him to my office.”

Even after a few minutes of coaxing from the coach and Mandi, I was still unable to get up and they had to pull me up to her office with the help of a few of the girls.

“Wow, nuts are really sensitive! I fell on the beam a few times and I was fine after like a few minutes!” one girl giggled.

“Yeah, I can’t believe he’s still crying,” another whispered.

Mandi kept trying to comfort me. “You’re going to be okay, just hang in there.”

Once in the office, the coach shooed the girls away. “Alright, everyone out. Give him some space.”

The girls left reluctantly, still giggling and making comments. The coach turned to Mandi. “It’s better we check him for damage since it was such a hard hit.”

I was still out of it, barely conscious. They removed my shorts and boxers, unveiling two grotesquely swollen testicles. They gasped at the sight, Mandi’s face a mix of concern and fascination. She looked even more aroused, her breathing quickening.

The coach used her hands to check my poor testicles for damage, manipulating them carefully. I winced and groaned with each touch.

“Well, he still seems to be mostly in one piece,” the coach said. “I think you should probably bring him to the hospital though, just to be sure.”

My nuts were throbbing in pain, but I had noticed Mandi’s arousal. Despite the agony, I thought this had been a success, though almost a Pyrrhic victory.