Happy Not Gonna be a Father’s Day

I’m in my mid 40s and never really cared for kids.  My girlfriend of two and a half years felt the same and since beginning menopause last year, mother nature has seen to it that motherhood is out of play for her as well…and that’s ok.  We have a female led relationship FLR mixed with some ballbusting and bondage mostly, mixed with some humiliation, chastity, and the occasional pegging.  It’s a pretty casual kinky relationship.

She is beautiful with an average build and a little extra in all the right places, dark reddish-brown, shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, perky lips, and very shapely hips.  She’s smart, sarcastic and often quite nerdy. 

One thing I have noticed as of recently, is that her sadism has gone up since she began menopause.  Particularly her sadism in regards to my balls.  Maybe it has something to do with her not being able to bear children anymore?  I don’t know.  For the most part it has been a lot of fun, that is, until Father’s Day rolled around this year.

The morning began as any other, it was a Sunday and we slept in until 9am after a late night of drinking.  She rolled onto her side and threw her arm and leg over me as I lay on my back.  We cuddled a bit until I found her hand wandering across my stomach and then down into my pajama pants.  She began to stroke my flaccid cock until it rose to the occasion.  Once erect, she stroked it some more, varying her grip and speed for maximum effect (she was quite good at pushing my buttons).  When I grew close to cumming, she quickly withdrew her hand from my pants and slapped me hard across the testicles.

I let out a “OOOOFFFF” as I quickly went from heaven to hell.  My knees shot up in response, sending her leg sliding off them, as I curled up from the pain.  “What was that for?” I finally let out in confusion.

“Haha, I don’t know.  Just because.”

God she was cute, but so very devious at times. “Ok.”  I laid in bed recovering for a couple minutes but my erection did not subside.  Finally I gathered up the courage to ask, “Soo, do you want to finish what you started?”  A small pause and I continued on, “Do you want to have sex or can I jack off?”  She didn’t control my orgasms, at least not most of the time, but I wanted to be polite in case she wanted sex or something.

“No.”  She finally replied curtly.

Confused, I asked for clarification.  “Ummm, no to what?  A handjob?  Sex?  Jacking off?”

“All of it.”

“Ummm, ok.”  

“C’mon, let’s start the day.  We can’t lie in bed all day.” She said, almost annoyed.  Then under her breath I thought I heard her say, “Plus I want nice big targets for tonight.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’m going to hop in the shower.  No jacking off.  I have something fun planned for Father’s Day tonight.”

She slinked off to the master bathroom and shut the door behind her.  I laid in bed for a couple minutes before I began to stir, still recovering from her slap and processing her comments.  Father’s Day?  Are we visiting her folks?  I thought they were out of town?  My folks are dead.  I definitely don’t want to go to a cemetery. 

Our day continued on as any normal Sunday.  We got ready, had some lunch, ran some errands, etc.  I tried to get more out of her about the evenings activities but she was pretty tight lipped about it.  The only thing she told me is that I should keep my schedule open.  

We got home and made a light dinner with some wine which was nice.  I cleared the table and began to head towards the bedroom to get my PJs on for the night, since we weren’t going anywhere when she called out to me.  “Where are you going?”

“Just getting my comfies on,” I replied.

“Oh ok, um….I want you to put on your basketball shorts and any t-shirt you like.”

An odd request but alright, I was down.  I liked when she was kind of pushy like this.  “Sure, no problem,” I responded obediently.  

As I went to my closet to change, I noticed that she went to hers.  I went out to the living room, plopped down onto the couch and flicked on the TV - my typical Sunday night.  Ten minutes or so later my girlfriend Claire comes out to join me.  Only, she isn’t wearing her comfies.  She is wearing her “playtime” gear: shiny black, knee-high, go-go boots, a short pleated green skirt that barely covered her ass, a shiny black, vinyl corset which accentuated her hips and lifted up her ample breasts, and a black choker necklace.  I also noticed she had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and had on dark black eyeliner/shadow and lipstick.  This look made me weak in the knees and she always knew it.

My jaw dropped and she involuntarily cracked a smile in response.  She regained her composure shortly thereafter and spoke in a very direct manner, “Turn off the TV at once.”

I fumbled for the remote, turned off the TV and chucked it aside hurriedly.  “Yes Mistress,” I replied, knowing that’s what she liked to be called.

She cracked another quick smile, then ordered me to stand up.  I did as I was told without reply.  “Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back,” she commanded.

I took a deep breath and walked my legs apart until they were shoulder width apart while I brought my hands behind my back.  I knew what was coming next.  One hand grabbed the other tightly behind my back as I braced for impact. She took one, then two steps forward, and on the third step her right leg came up swiftly between my legs, the flat top of her shiny black boot making perfect contact on my loosely hanging nuts. I went down in a blur without any hesitation or thought.  I landed on my knees and my forehead rubbed on the carpet a bit as I crunched up instinctively to comfort my balls.  I breathed raggedly and deeply into the carpet as I tried to deal with the pain.

That was much harder than she normally does it, at least at first.  We may work our way up to that kind of intensity but only after a considerable warm up.  I was completely caught off guard.  She smirked at my pain, walked over to the night stand to grab her phone then carefully made her way to the couch and sat down.  She began texting and giggling at her phone while I managed to roll over to my side and groaned as the pain was still throbbing throughout my body.

After about five minutes or so, I was surprised, there were no follow up commands yet.  No more attacks on my balls, nothing.  For the time, I was relieved and so I stayed quiet.  My balls still hurt like hell and I was happy to continue recovering on the floor while she continued typing on her phone.  Another five minutes went by and I nearly recovered fully when the doorbell rang. 

“Oh they are here,” she let out excitedly and got up from the couch.  Now at full strength, I started getting up so whoever was there wouldn’t see me on the floor.  “No, no, no,” She said quickly.  “You stay right there.  You’re fine on the floor, pet.”

*Oh great, a little humiliation today too*.  I thought to myself.  She answered the door and I heard multiple voices.  Everyone sounded very cheery and excited as they chatted at the front door.  After a few minutes the front door closed in behind them and the voices got louder as they made their way down the hallway.  When they finally cleared the hallway and got into the living room I could recognize two of the three women that had just arrived.  

One was named Mary, a co-worker of hers whom we have had dinner with a couple of times.  She was a little older, probably in her 50s if I had to guess.  She had fully grey hair, also shoulder length.  She was a little bigger but not a ton, you could tell she was active but the pounds liked to cling to her.  She had on white tennis shoes, black spandex pants and a loose-fitting tank top.  Her breasts were quite large and barely held in place by her sports bra. 

The other I recognized was Alice, one of her best friends, who was also very much into the kink scene but never officially played with us.  (Although, ever since she learned of my ballbusting kink she would occasionally punch me in the balls whenever we hung out with her.)  She’s in her late 30s.  Her hair was curly brown and went down to the middle of her back.  She is very slim and fit but still has very perky B-cup breasts.  She had on tight blue jeans and a matte black corset with dark makeup to mirror Claire’s.  She was a true sadist I always thought.  Her make up amplified that feeling in me and made me shiver.

The third woman I had never seen before but she was gorgeous.  Mid 20s, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the perfect body.  She looked like she was going to a tennis match.  She was wearing white knee high socks, a loose and flowing white skirt just above her knees, a white tank top which hugged her ample breasts snuggly, and her hair in pigtails.

Claire started out, “Tom, you know my co-worker Mary, and my friend, Alice.”

“Hi.”  “Hey Tom.”  They greeted.

“This is mine and Alice’s friend from spin class, Alyssa.”

Alyssa looked down at me on the floor and giggled a bit.  “Hi Alyssa,” I said, a little embarrassed.

“Hey Tom,” she replied.

“Hey Tom,” Claire’s friend Alice began.  “What are you doing on the floor?’  Without waiting for a response she followed it up, “Did you and Claire begin without us?”

All four women began laughing together.  I felt about two feet tall.  I wanted to go hide, but at the same time I knew I needed to stay there on the floor or Claire would be pissed.

Finally Claire spoke up, “Yeah, I gave him a little warm up shot.”

*Warm up shot?  Yikes.*  

“Well Tom, I think I should fill you in.”  She paused to make sure I was focused on her. “Since motherhood isn’t for me and you don’t care, now we don’t have to worry about going too hard with your balls.”

“Ok….”

“Well Alice and I have been wanting to have a double session with you for months now, and my co-worker Mary here is freshly divorced and wants to try out everything she’s been missing out on all these years.  She has quite the fascination with femdom and testicles.”

I gulped. “Ok…”

“Oh and our spin class friend Alyssa overheard Alice and I talking about our plans with you today and approached us after class.  She was very curious about it all and thought it sounded fun.”

“Yup!” Alyssa added on enthusiastically.

“So what? You guys are going to all ball bust me?” I asked with great trepidation.  The thought was both exciting and scary.

“YUP!” Claire responded.  “Today your wish is going to come true.  Four beautiful women are going to bust your balls.  Figuratively not literally….I don’t think.”  The women all giggled. “They are here to help us celebrate ‘Not Gonna be a Father’s Day.’” She said smugly.

“Honey, I don’t know…”

“Hush, it will be fine.  Now stand up and let's start out with some mild kicks.”

I sighed and slowly got to my feet. 

“In the previous position.  Legs spread, hands behind your back,” she ordered.

I did as I was told.  I spread my legs and held my hand behind my back tightly, prepared for the worst.  

“Since this is new for a couple of you, allow me to demonstrate.”  Claire took her two steps toward me again as she had done prior but instead of a swift, devastating kick, she paused on the third step.  

“Get two within a couple feet of him.  Line up your foot with his crotch.  Eye your targets.  His balls typically hang low so you want your kick to come up underneath him”  Claire slowly brought up her shiny black boot so it was resting just under my shorts.  

“Be sure to point your toe straight.  DO NOT point it up towards his crotch but point it towards the wall.  You want to make contact with the top of your foot.  There is far more surface area on top of your foot and you have a better shot at making contact with both of his fuzzy danglers.  If you kick with your toes you have a much higher chance of missing, you can’t really kick as hard, and you could possibly injure yourself.”

“Ahhhh,” Mary and Alyssa both looked on with wonder.  This seemed like old information to Alice, a ballbusting pro apparently.

“Also, don’t even aim for his balls when kicking.  When you kick from the bottom up, aim THROUGH the balls into his midsection.  Let his balls stop your foot.  Don’t try to stop AT his balls or you may be depriving him of a…. proper impact.”

“Ahhh,” they said again.  “I like that!” Mary added.

I had no idea Claire had this much to say about kicking balls.  I was starting to feel a little light headed until Claire’s next statement snapped me back to reality.

“Watch as I do it.”  She brought her boot down to the floor and slowly back up to my crotch.  “Leg lined up, toe pointed, the flat top of my foot to make contact with his balls.”  She rubbed the top of her boot against the underside of my balls and they withdrew towards my body at the touch.  “Foot back down again, and……whamo!” 

She dropped her foot down and then swiftly back up into my crotch, another direct hit.  I doubled over from the pain but it wasn’t nearly as hard as her first kick.  I groaned and put my hands on my knees as the women rejoiced at my pain.  Alyssa was in a stunned silence but you could tell she enjoyed it.  It looked like a light bulb had gone off in her pretty little head.  “Whoa,” Alyssa finally said.

“Can I try?” Mary, Claires older co-worker, asked eagerly.

“Sure you can!  Tom stand up straight.  Better yet, I will hold you up.”

Claire made her way around to the back of me and hooked her arms into mine and held her hands together tight, locking my arms behind my back.  “Remember what I told you.  Eye up your target, foot flat, come up underneath and don’t stop at the nuts.” 

“Got it.” Mary walked over in front of me. “Ok foot flat, up from underneath.” She brought her white tennis shoe slowly up to my crotch until making contact with my balls, they rested on top of her foot as her foot continued upwards. “Don’t stop at the nuts.” she said to herself now.  Her foot rose until my balls made contact with my taint.  She felt the resistance and let her foot drop to the floor.  “Aaaaaand WHAMO!”  Her foot snapped back up, brushed the side of my leg but still made solid contact with both balls.

I tried to double over from the pain but Claire held me firmly in place.  The blow was harder than Claire’s demonstration but didn’t hurt as bad because it brushed off my thigh.  

“That was FUN!” Mary said with a smile.  “Can I try it again?”

“Of course!  Take as many kicks as you like, but make sure you leave some fun for Alice and Alyssa.”

“OK!!”  Mary immediately brought her foot up between my legs with a little more force than she had previously, this time glancing the other thigh before making contact. 

“Damnit, I got his other thigh.  Sit still Tom, will you!!!”

I hadn’t moved but I didn’t want to upset her.  “I’ll try,” I let out, still grimacing from the pain of her second kick.

Her third kick rung true and hit the balls squarely.  Claire now had to really hold me up as I grew weak in the knees.  That kick hurt like hell.  

“Stand up straight Tom,” Claire ordered.

I did what I could and stood up straight with my legs spread.

“1…2…3,” counted Mary as she **KICK KICK KICK**’d three quick snap kicks into my nuts.  

All three kicks were perfectly on target.  I let out another groan as my stomach cramped from the pain.  “I….I think she has it now.”

“Tom, you are not here to think,” Claire commanded jokingly.  “But yeah, why don’t we let Alyssa have a try.  Alyssa, are you ready?”

“Me?” she said bashfully.  “Not sure I am quite ready yet.  Alice, you can go.”

“You sure?” Alice asked.

“Yup.”

“Ok, spread em Tom!”  Alice ordered and marched over to me, loving every second of it.

My legs were already spread shoulder width but I walked them out a little wider to appease her.

“That’s better,” she said with a grin and without a moment's hesitation.  **KICK KICK KIIIIIIICCCCCCK**.  

Perfectly placed snap kicks, the first two with as much force as the worst from Mary and the third kick, which caught my balls as I was still doubling over from the first impact, hit as hard as Claire’s very first kick, the one that sent me sprawling to the floor.  This time I did not fall to the floor, partly because Claire held me up tightly with Mary coming over to assist, but also because my tolerance was starting to go up a little bit.  It still knocked the wind out of me as I struggled to catch my breath. The pain was both nauseating and intoxicating. 

Alice merely laughed at me and put her hands on her hips.  Alice was a ballbusting goddess and she knew it.  “How about another one?” she asked smugly.

“I don’t think I….”

“Remember what Claire said about thinking?” Alice interrupted.  “Stand up straight.”

**KICK KICCCCCKKKK**.  Two more kicks right to the nuts.  My brain was now buzzing with only pain and a sort of pain driven euphoria.  My every thought belonged to my aching testicles.  Claire got sick of holding me up and I slumped to the floor.

The women looked at each other and Claire shrugged.  “I guess we could give him a minute.  You ladies want anything to drink?”  

I wasn’t paying much attention to it, but over the course of several minutes they all got drinks and when I finally came to and sat up they were sitting on the couch and loveseat watching me with great interest.  “Ready to continue?” Claire asked sweetly.

“I…I suppose so.”

“Great!  Now where did we leave off?  Oh yes, Alice nearly ruined him.  I think Alyssa, yes Alyssa.  I believe it's your turn now.  Would you like to give it a try?”

“Sure, I think I am ready,” Alyssa said timidly with a hint of excitement.

“Ok Tom, on your feet.  Assume the position.”  

I slowly got to my feet, my ab muscles sore from all the tightening and straining.  Claire got up and resumed her place behind me, holding my arms back while Alyssa set down her drink and got in front of me.  Just as Claire and Mary had done before her, Alyssa pointed her toe and brought her foot up slowly to my crotch but her ankle was more in line with my balls than her foot was.  

“Back up a smidge honey, you want to get him with your foot, not your ankle,” Claire guided.

“Aaahh.”  

Clair backed up a couple inches and this time when she lined up her shot the middle of her foot lined up perfectly with my balls.  She turned to Claire for approval and Claire nodded.  Alyssa brought her stare back to my crotch.  She dropped her foot down and popped it back up quickly for a light but well placed KICK to the balls.  

I let out a “OOFF.”  Now that I was a little rested, my balls were quite tender now.  The power wasn’t much but it was enough to make the previous pain fresh again.

“Oooh, that felt good.”

This time she bit her lip and brought her foot up with much more power, once again connecting perfectly with the balls.  I doubled over and struggled to remain on my feet.  Claire was joined by Mary and Alice this time as my legs began to shake.  

“Oh no, he’s trembling.  I feel bad,” Alyssa said.

“Oh honey, don’t worry about it.  It's a natural adrenaline response.  If it were most guys I would say stop but Tom is a pervert.  He likes this shit.  It might not look like it now but I guarantee you he is loving this,” Claire assured.

“Haha ok.  Well, let's see if he likes this then.”  A devilish smirk came across her face as she took a step back.  She then took a quick step forward with her off foot and rocketed up her dominant foot like a crack of lightning up into my balls.  If the girls were ‘aiming for my midsection’ before, this kick was aiming for my throat.    BOOOOM

My body became dead weight and the women didn’t even bother trying to hold me up.  I slumped to the ground hard and there I stayed for what felt like an eternity.  

I finally came to and it was noticeably a great deal later in the night, perhaps a couple hours later.  Claire had wiped off her makeup and was wearing PJs.  The other women had left. 

“Uh, what happened?” asked groggily.

“You passed out from Alyssa’s KO kick.  It must have been all those spin classes, she has the legs of a thoroughbred.”  Claire laughed to herself.

“Did everyone leave?”

“Well yeah, they stayed for another hour or so, seeing if you would awaken for Round 2 but you never did.  So, they gave up and left.”

“Ahh.  I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well.  It’s not really your fault.  That was quite the kick you took.  It’s too bad though.  We had all sorts of fun planned for you.  Don’t you worry though, they said they will definitely come back for ‘Not Gonna be a Father’s Day’ next year and maybe a time or two before that.”

“Greatttt, I can’t wait.”

“By the way, you are pretty swollen down there, I will get you some frozen peas.  Hahaha”

“Thanks.”