The Pavlov Cupid's Plan - Part 3

Mandi drove me to the hospital. Fortunately, my balls weren't ruptured. The pretty doctor had never seen testicles so swollen before and a few nurses came to check it out, their curiosity evident.

Back home, it took a week until I could walk without pain. It was worth it, though, because Mandi was clearly closer to me now. She asked daily how my nuts felt, touching my arm more frequently.

I felt like I was on the right track and that one more accident should be enough for her to say yes when I asked her out again. There was a problem, though. The balancing beam incident had been pretty traumatizing, and I found myself unable to hit myself in the balls without flinching, even when rehearsing with the cup.

I was starting to despair when I overheard an interesting conversation. Melissa, one of our friends, was talking to Mandi about her little sister.

“You wouldn’t believe it, Mandi. My sister’s a college freshman, and she’s constantly getting in trouble for kicking her classmates in the balls.”

Mandi raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in her eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, and she’s really mean about it too! You know she’s a bit short, right? Well, any time someone teases her about that, she crushes their nuts. Full force kicks, minutes-long squeezes, sometimes both!”

Mandi’s breath quickened slightly. “Wow, that’s... intense.”

“She’s put several guys in the hospital already! I just hope they get the memo and stop teasing her or she’s gonna get expelled.”

Mandi’s face flushed, her pupils dilated. “That’s... pretty extreme.”

The story gave me an idea. If I could get Melissa’s sister to kick me in the balls in front of Mandi, it might just push things over the edge. I’d have to tease her until she lashed out, but it seemed like the perfect plan. I had seen her once and she was indeed pretty short, tiny even! Her full force kick would probably be less painful than my encounter with the armchair. I could do this!

“Do you think you can convince her to stop doing that?” Mandi asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I don’t know. She’s pretty relentless when she’s mad. But honestly, those guys deserve it sometimes,” Melissa replied. "I also crushed quite a few pairs when I was younger, I was just more discreet about it!" she added with a laugh.

Mandi bit her lip, her arousal barely concealed. This was my chance. I’d have to be careful, but if I played it right, it could work.

I organized a party, making sure to invite Melissa and her sister Katie. Luckily, they were both available. That night, the house buzzed with chatter and music. I spotted Katie as soon as she walked in, a five-foot-nothing but athletic and very attractive girl. She looked really hot in a tight tank top that accentuated her huge breasts. They were almost as big as Mandi’s but looking even larger due to her diminutive size. Her legs were clad in skinny jeans that she wore tightly on her round bottom and muscular legs, and she had heavy, dangerous-looking, Doc Martens that I noticed with a sense of dread.

I waited until Katie was by herself and in Mandi’s field of vision, then approached her. “Hey, Katie, right? I’m glad you could make it.”

She looked up, smiling. “Yeah, thanks for inviting us!”

“No problem. So, what do you think of the party?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“It’s nice, a bit boring for now though” she said, with a teasing tone, her smile showing that she was only half-serious.

I forced a laugh, using her dig to introduce a joke about her height. "Of course it seems boring - all the action is happening above your eye level!"

Katie raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she stepped closer, her large chest blocking my view. Before I could react, she snatched my balls in a practiced motion. Her grip was firm, and once she had both of my testicles well in hand, she immediately squeezed as hard as she could.

“AAAH, MY BALLS!” I grabbed her forearm with both hands, my voice rising in pitch. “Stop! You're crushing them !”

Katie smirked, her grip tightening. “I know! How does it feel?”

“FUCK, THAT HURTS SO MUCH!” I whimpered, my knees buckling. Her tight grip held me up by my balls, preventing me from falling, but I was so hunched over I was now almost level with her huge knockers. I couldn't believe how hard she was squeezing! My balls probably barely fit inside her tiny hand, but I could feel them compressing, their shape deforming under the pressure.

She looked into my eyes from above, her expression showing she was thoroughly enjoying herself. "Looks like there's some action happening at my level now!"

The commotion caught Mandi’s attention, and she approached, her face a mix of horror and fascination. “Katie, stop! You’re hurting him!”

Katie glanced at Mandi, then back at me. “Well that's the point, duh! When you mess with me, your balls get crushed. That's my rule.”

“Please, Katie, let him go!” Mandi pleaded. "He was just joking!"

Katie's grip on my balls remained unyielding. “Open your legs,” she ordered.

I hesitated, terrified of what was coming next.

“Open. Them.”

Scared out of my mind, I finally complied, spreading my legs slowly, trembling from the pain and the fear. Katie released my nuts, then, before I could fall down, she delivered a full-force kick right to the center of my testicles, her big Dock Martens crushing my nuts against my pelvis.

“THWACK!” The sound echoed through the room.

“AAAGHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!” I screamed, the pain radiating through my body. My nuts felt like they had been flattened like pancakes, the agony overwhelming.

Mandi watched, horrified but fascinated. “You kicked him so hard! His poor balls!” She tried to comfort me, her hands hovering uncertainly.

Melissa arrived just in time to witness her sister’s brutal kick. “Katie! What the hell are you doing?”

Katie shrugged, unapologetic. “Teaching him a lesson.”

Melissa shook her head, exasperated. “You can't just go around crushing people's balls like that!”

Katie smirked, her eyes cold. “Maybe now he’ll think twice before making stupid jokes.”

Mandi knelt beside me, her face flushed. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” she murmured, trying to soothe me. Her touch was gentle, but I was barely conscious, the taste of my crushed nuts filling the back of my throat.

Mandi's POV:

Mandi stood by the snack table, her eyes drifting to her best friend. She noticed her gaze was drawn to him more and more over the past few weeks. She remembered the look on his face when he crushed his nuts hard against the armchair, then even harder on the balancing beam, how ridiculous he looked but also so vulnerable. She wondered why she found it so hot and blushed, recalling how the sight had fueled a few of her private sessions.

Suddenly, alarmed, she noticed he was talking with Katie. Mandi remembered what Melissa had told her about Katie being a ruthless ballbuster. With his recent luck, it was better not to let them interact too much. She walked over to them quickly.

She arrived just in time to hear him joke about Katie's height. "No! I'm too late!" she thought with rising dread, but a tinge of eagerness.

Mandi's heart raced as she saw Katie's hand dart down and grab him by the balls. His expression was so funny she almost laughed by reflex.

"AAAH, MY BALLS!" he screamed, his voice rising in pitch as he grabbed Katie's forearm with both hands.

Katie smirked, her grip tightening. “I know! How does it feel?”

“FUCK, THAT HURTS SO MUCH!” he whimpered, his knees buckling. Katie's grip held him up by his balls, preventing him from falling. Mandi watched, her breath catching as Katie squeezed harder, her friend's face contorting in agony. He was crying, and mumbling incoherently, his voice almost a full octave higher than usual.

Katie looked into his eyes with a sadistic satisfaction. "Looks like there's some action happening at my level now!"
Despite how hot it looked, she had to help him!
“Katie, stop! You’re hurting him!”

Katie glanced at Mandi, then back at him. “Well that's the point, duh! When you mess with me, your balls get crushed. That's my rule.”

“Please, Katie, let him go!” Mandi pleaded. "He was just joking!"

Katie's grip remained unyielding. “Open your legs,” she ordered.

He hesitated, clearly terrified. Mandi wanted to help him, but she was so aroused she couldn't bring herself to try to stop Katie.

“Open. Them.”

Scared, he finally complied, spreading his legs slowly. Katie released his nuts, then, before he had the time to fall, delivered a full-force kick right between his legs, her heavy Dock Martens probably leaving no escape to his poor testicles.

“THWACK!” The sound echoed through the room.

“AAAGHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!” he screamed, the pain radiating through his body. Mandi watched, horrified but unable to look away. The sight was hypnotizing, even though her poor friend was in so much pain. Her own body reacted, her arousal growing even more despite the situation.

“You kicked him so hard! His poor balls!” she exclaimed, trying to comfort him, her hands hovering uncertainly. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her body betraying her despite her concern for him.

Melissa arrived just in time to witness her sister’s brutal kick. “Katie! What the hell are you doing?”

Katie shrugged, unapologetic. “Teaching him a lesson.”

Melissa shook her head, exasperated. “You can't just go around crushing people's balls like that!”

Katie smirked, her eyes cold. “Maybe now he’ll think twice before making stupid jokes.”

Mandi knelt beside him, her face flushed. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” she murmured, trying to soothe him. Her touch was gentle, and she hoped he was going to be ok, but she was keenly aware of the heat between her legs, her arousal mixing with her concern for him.