Vanessa's first kick - Aunt visit

First part is here: [Vanessa's first kick ](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/oSsslck886)

Jack’s cries filled the room, his voice hoarse from screaming. His knees were pulled up to his chest, his hands still clutching his crotch as tears streamed down his face. Vanessa crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch with a bemused expression.

“Do they always do that?” she asked, tilting her head. “Tell you about their balls, I mean?”

Jenny smirked, her lips curling as she scrolled through the video she’d just recorded. “Yeah, it’s so funny. It’s like a reflex! Dude, we know about your balls,” she said, pointing at Jack. “We’re the ones who just crushed them!”

Vanessa laughed, her bare breasts bouncing as she leaned forward. “Maybe it’s like a genetic memory for guys!”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Nerd.”

Jack groaned, his body rocking back and forth. “You kicked my balls so hard,” he whimpered, his voice high-pitched and strained.

But the sound of his whining was starting to grate on the sisters. Jenny glanced at Vanessa, her brow furrowing slightly. “You know, as satisfying as this is, if you neutered him we're gonna be in trouble with mom.”

Vanessa frowned, her playful smirk fading. “You think I really crushed his nuts?”

“It's possible,” Jenny said, her tone sharp. “And if we don’t want a lecture—or worse—we need to make sure his balls aren’t permanently damaged. You did kick him pretty damn hard.”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed, and she glanced at Jack, who was still curled up on the floor. He was muttering something incoherent, his words punctuated by sniffles.

“You think we should call someone?” Vanessa asked hesitantly.

Jenny nodded, standing up. “Yeah. Aunt Amanda lives five minutes away. She’s a nurse. She’ll know what to do.”

The doorbell rang moments after Jenny sent a quick text to their aunt Amanda. Vanessa pulled on a hoodie to cover herself as Jenny opened the door. Amanda stood there, a vision of effortless beauty, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her massive tits fit snugly in a fitted blouse and her jeans looked like they’d been tailored just for her. She had an air of warmth and confidence, the kind of woman who could light up any room just by walking into it. To Jack—who was still writhing on the floor clutching his crotch—she seemed less like a person and more like some untouchable goddess.

“Oh my God, what happened here?” Amanda asked, after her eyes fell on Jack, curled up on the floor like a wounded animal.

Jenny laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “Vanessa kicked him in the balls. Real hard.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing grin. “Did she now? And why exactly did Vanessa feel the need to do that?”

“It was... a dare,” Jack mumbled through gritted teeth. His face burned with embarrassment as Amanda knelt beside him, her perfume filling his senses. She smelled like vanilla and sunshine, which only made the humiliation sting worse.

“A dare, huh?” Amanda tilted her head, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Let me guess—you were promised something in return?”

Jack didn’t answer, but his silence said it all. Amanda burst out laughing, the sound bright and infectious. “Oh my God, you’re one of *those* guys! Let me guess—boobs?”

Vanessa and Jenny exchanged smirks from across the room. Amanda winked at them before turning back to Jack, her tone softening slightly. “Poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything’s still working down there. But if I were you, I’d think twice before making deals involving your nuts in the future.”

She leaned in closer, her cleavage practically spilling out of her blouse as she rested a hand on his shoulder. “Though, I have to admit, you’re not the first guy who’s traded his balls for a peek at some tits. It's kinda adorable, actually.”

Jack swallowed hard, his eyes darting up to hers. Even in his agony, he couldn’t help but notice how stunning she was. Her teasing tone, her radiant smile—it was enough to make him forget, just for a second, about the searing pain between his legs.

“So,” Amanda said, pulling back slightly, her grin turning mischievous. “If I offered you the same deal—kicking your balls for a good look—you’d do it, wouldn’t you? I mean, my boobs are even bigger than Vanessa's”

Jack blinked, his mouth going dry. For a split second, he almost said yes. She was so beautiful, so magnetic, that the idea didn’t seem entirely out of the question. But then the pain of his throbbing testicles sent him back to reality. Vanessa had already probably crushed his balls. There was no way he could handle another hit.

“Uh... no,” he croaked weakly, shaking his head.

Amanda laughed again, patting his shoulder. “Good answer. Now, let’s take a look at the damage, shall we?”

She helped him sit up, her movements gentle but firm. With Vanessa and Jenny hovering nearby, Amanda instructed Jack to lower his hands so she could assess the situation. She tugged his jeans down slightly, exposing a sizable, but limp member, and let out a low whistle.

“Wow,” she said, her eyebrows shooting up. “Vanessa, you really did a number on him. Look at this—his balls are completely retracted. They’ve gone up into his body for protection.”

Vanessa smirked, crossing her arms proudly. “Told you I kicked him hard.”

Amanda nodded, impressed. “This is rare. I’ve only seen it happen twice, and I’ve kicked a *lot* of guys in my day. You must’ve put some serious force behind that kick.”

Jack winced, both from the physical pain and the sudden realization that Amanda apparently had experience in this area. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact as she continued her examination.

“You okay, Jack?” Jenny teased, leaning against the armrest of the couch. “You look like you’re gonna be ill.”

“The testicles retract as a defense mechanism, but we’ll need to check their integrity once they drop back down.”

Jack groaned, his head falling back against the couch. Amanda placed a comforting hand on his knee, her touch surprisingly soothing despite the circumstances.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her tone warm but teasing. “Everything will be fine. Unless, of course, you want me to kick them again just to test it out...”

“No!” Jack blurted out, his eyes wide with panic.

Amanda laughed, squeezing his knee playfully. “Relax, I’m joking.”

Amanda’s hands were professional yet gentle as she coaxed Jack into lying back on the couch. She adjusted his jeans further, carefully exposing his groin to get a better look at the damage Vanessa had inflicted. When his testicles finally descended—slowly, reluctantly—it became clear just how much punishment they’d endured.

They were grotesquely swollen, each one resembling a large plum, dark purple and blue bruises blossoming across the tender flesh. The skin was stretched taut, almost shiny, and there were hints of red where blood vessels had ruptured beneath the surface. His sack was inflamed, puffy and tender-looking, as if it couldn’t contain the damage within.

Amanda let out a low whistle, shaking her head. “Wow. This is impressive.”

Vanessa leaned in closer, her eyes wide with a mix of pride and shock. “Damn, I really crushed them,” she muttered, her tone almost awestruck.

Jenny smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Looks like you’ve got a future in ballbusting, Vanessa.”

Amanda glanced at the girls, her expression clinical but with a playful glint in her eye. “Alright, ladies, hold him steady. This is going to hurt—a lot—but it’s necessary. We need to make sure his balls aren’t going to rupture later.”

Jenny moved to Jack’s shoulders, pressing them firmly against the couch, while Vanessa sat on his legs, pinning them down. He squirmed weakly, his breath hitching as Amanda leaned over him, her massive breasts nearly grazing his chest. Her hands hovered momentarily above his swollen testicles, and Jack felt a surge of panic.

“Wait—do we really have to—” he began, his voice trembling.

“Nope,” Amanda interrupted, her tone bright and unsympathetic. “No negotiating. Just relax, okay? Well, as much as you can, anyway.”

Her hands closed around his testicles with deliberate precision, one large nut in each palm. The moment her fingers tightened, Jack let out a strangled yelp. His body bucked instinctively, but Jenny and Vanessa held him firm. Amanda applied steady, crushing pressure, her fingers digging into the bruised flesh. The swollen orbs deformed slightly under her grip, flattening and spreading outward as if they might burst. The skin stretched even tighter, glossy and strained, the bruises becoming more pronounced.

“MY BALLS!” Jack screamed, his voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek. “OH GOD, PLEASE STOP!”

Amanda clicked her tongue, feigning sympathy as she kept squeezing. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Just a little longer. I know it hurts, but think about it this way—you’re toughening them up! Next time you're trading them for a pair of tits, maybe it will hurt a bit less.”

The girls erupted into laughter, Vanessa snorting as she adjusted her weight on his struggling legs. “Oh my God, his face!” Jenny cackled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “This is gold.”

Jack’s screams devolved into incoherent babbling, his hands clawing at the couch cushions as Amanda maintained her merciless grip. His face was bright red, veins bulging in his neck, and his eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down his temples. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each exhale punctuated by desperate pleas.

“STOP! PLEASE, YOU'RE CRUSHING THEM!” he wailed, his voice cracking again. “YOU'RE CRUSHING MY BALLS!”

Amanda smirked, leaning closer so her cleavage was practically in his face. “Oh, come on, Jack. Be brave. You’re surrounded by beautiful women—most guys would kill to be in your position. Well, maybe not like *this*, but still. Consider it a lesson learned.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Jack but was likely only about thirty seconds, Amanda eased the pressure, letting his testicles slip free from her hands. They were even more swollen now, the skin glistening with sweat and streaked with fresh red marks where her fingers had pressed deepest. Jack’s entire body went limp, trembling as he gasped for air, his chest heaving.

“There,” Amanda said cheerfully, patting his thigh. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Jack didn’t respond—he just lay there, whimpering softly, too exhausted to form words.

Vanessa wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, grinning ear to ear. “Oh my God, that was awesome.”

Jenny smirked, releasing Jack’s shoulders and straightening up. “So, does this mean his balls are gonna be ok?”

Amanda stood up, smoothing her blouse as she glanced down at Jack, who was still sprawled on the couch, whimpering softly. His face was pale, sweat mingling with the tears on his cheeks. She crouched beside him again, her expression softening just slightly, though her tone remained firm.

“Alright, Jack, here’s the deal,” she said, her voice taking on a mock-serious edge. “There’s still one more test we need to do to make sure everything’s working properly. But for now, you’re under strict orders—no ejaculation for the next two weeks. Do you understand me?”

Jack blinked at her, his pain-addled brain struggling to process her words. “Two... two weeks?” he croaked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes, two weeks,” Amanda repeated, nodding. “And trust me, this isn’t just me being a buzzkill. If you ejaculate before we finish the final test, there’s a good chance you could lose these”—she gestured vaguely toward his crotch—“for good. So no relieving pressure, no matter how bad it gets. Got it?”

Jack groaned, his head falling back against the couch cushion. “I don’t think I can—”

“You can, and you will,” Amanda interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. She leaned in closer, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “I know it’s gonna be tough, living with two stunning young women like my nieces here. But hey, think of it as a challenge.”

Jenny and Vanessa exchanged smirks from across the room, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Amanda straightened up, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear as she turned to leave. But before she reached the door, she paused, glancing back at her nieces with a conspiratorial grin.

“Oh, and girls?” she said, her voice low enough that Jack couldn’t hear. “Make sure you act as slutty as possible around him for the next two weeks. The more he’s thinking about sex, the better. His balls need to be *really* backed up for the next test.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Got it,” she whispered, glancing at Jack with a playful gleam in her eye.

Jenny grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Consider it done. His balls are gonna be so blue you will think he's a Smurf.”

Amanda winked at them, her laughter bubbling up as she turned to walk out the door. “Have fun, you three. Well, it's probably gonna be more fun for you, girls.”

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the three of them alone in the room. Jack groaned again, rolling onto his side as he clutched his swollen testicles protectively. Meanwhile, Vanessa and Jenny shared a conspiratorial look, their grins widening.

“You heard her,” Jenny said, her voice teasing as she stepped closer to Jack. “No relief for you. Not even a little.”

Vanessa plopped down on the couch next to him, leaning in close enough that her big breasts brushed against his arm. “Two whole weeks,” she said, her tone dripping with false sympathy. “That’s gonna be rough, huh?”