The Bet

Roy sat on the couch staring at the television screen. Snow fell hard outside the window, piling up against the glass. It was freezing in the middle of nowhere. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth. The movie on the TV was some boring action flick with explosions every five minutes.

Next to him sat Kelsey. She was his neighbor and the only person around his age for miles. They had been hanging out a lot lately because there was nothing else to do in this town during winter break.

Kelsey leaned back against the cushions, her feet up on the coffee table. She wore massive baggy clothes. A black hoodie that looked three sizes too big swallowed her upper body completely. Loose cargo pants covered her legs. She had on chunky skate shoes with checkerboard patterns.

Roy glanced sideways at her. He wondered what she looked like under all those layers. She moved with a certain grace that made him think she had a great body. He suspected she had huge tits hidden under that giant hoodie. The fabric draped loosely, but sometimes he saw a shadow or a movement that hinted at something heavy and soft underneath.

"This movie is stupid," Kelsey said. She grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Roy's lap.

"It's better than staring at the wall," Roy said.

"I guess," Kelsey sighed. She tossed a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in her mouth. "I miss the city. At least there we could go to a mall or a skate park. Here it's just trees and snow."

She shifted her weight, pulling her knees up to her chest. The hoodie stretched a bit around her legs, but her chest remained a mystery. She brushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. Her makeup was dark, typical for her goth style. Black eyeliner made her eyes look intense.

"Do you hate it here that much?" Roy asked.

"My parents love it," Kelsey said with a shrug. "Fresh air and peace and quiet. It drives me crazy. I haven't seen a decent concert in months."

She looked at Roy. "Thanks for hanging out with me though. If I had to hang out with my parents all night I would scream."

"No problem," Roy said. He watched her hand reach back into the popcorn bowl. Her fingernails were painted black with little white skulls on them. "I'd be bored too if I was alone."

Kelsey laughed. It was a nice sound. She shifted again, and the front of her hoodie billowed out. For a split second, Roy swore he saw the outline of a massive curve pushing against the cotton. It was gone in an instant as she adjusted her position.

On the screen the female lead spun around. She lifted her leg high and slammed her heavy combat boot right between the bad guy's legs. The sound effect echoed through the speakers. A dull thud that sounded like hitting a piece of raw meat with a bat.

The bad guy grunted. He bent forward slightly. He held his stomach for exactly one second. Then he stood up straight and punched the woman in the face.

Kelsey threw a piece of popcorn at the television.

"That is so stupid," Kelsey said. She shook her head, her dark hair falling over her face. "That makes no sense."

"What?" Roy asked. "He's the bad guy. They always can take a beating."

"She just kicked him right in the nuts," Kelsey pointed at the screen. "I saw that. That was a direct hit to the balls. Hard. Look at him. He is still standing. That is fake."

"It's just a movie, Kelsey," Roy said. "Maybe it just stunned him for a second. Maybe he has a high pain threshold or something."

Kelsey laughed. She turned to look at him. "Please. A kick like that to the balls? A guy would be crying on the floor. He wouldn't be throwing punches. He would be puking."

"I don't know," Roy said. "I think guys can take a hit if they are ready for it. Adrenaline helps. It hurts sure, but it isn't the end of the world."

Kelsey looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She tucked her hair behind her ear. "You think you could take a kick like that and keep standing?"

Roy shrugged. He looked at the guy on the TV who was now shooting a gun while running. "Maybe. It hurts, but guys act like it's the worst thing ever. Movies exaggerate a lot of things."

"Boys are so dramatic about their balls," Kelsey said. She grabbed another handful of popcorn. "But they are also so fragile. It's funny. I bet if I kicked you like that you would pass out."

Roy laughed. He doubted she could kick that hard in those baggy pants. She looked small and soft hidden under all that fabric.

"It wouldn't be that bad," Roy said. "I've been hit in the nuts before. You just walk it off."

Kelsey smirked at him. She pulled her legs up onto the couch, sitting cross legged. "You keep telling yourself that, Roy. If someone actually crushed your balls against your body, you wouldn't be walking anywhere."

"I'd be fine," Roy said.

"Sure," Kelsey said. She turned back to the movie. "You are tough."

Kelsey paused the movie. She turned her body on the couch to face him. A playful grin spread across her face.

"Put your money where your mouth is, Roy," she said.

"What are you talking about?" Roy asked.

"Let's test your theory right now," Kelsey said. "I will kick you in the balls. Just like that actress did. If you can stay standing, I will show you my tits."

Roy's eyes went wide. He stared at her chest. The giant hoodie hid everything, but the idea of finally seeing what was underneath made his heart race. He had imagined her naked many times since she moved in next door.

"And if I fall down?" Roy asked. He felt confident. He could handle a little pain for that reward.

"Then you have to give me foot massages every day for a week," Kelsey said. She kicked her feet up in the air, showing off the thick soles of her skate shoes. "I skate a lot. My feet get sore. You have to rub them for an hour every single day."

Roy laughed. Foot massages seemed like a small price to pay if he failed, but he knew he wouldn't fail.

"Deal," Roy said. He stood up from the couch and planted his feet on the carpet. He adjusted his sweatpants and puffed out his chest. "Gimme your best shot."

Kelsey stood up too. She dropped the remote on the cushions. She walked over to him, her baggy pants swishing with every step.

"Oh I will," Kelsey said. She stopped right in front of him. She looked up into his eyes. "Are you ready to lose, Roy?"

"I'm ready to see your boobs," Roy said.

Kelsey stepped closer to him. She tapped the toe of her chunky skate shoe against his ankle.

"Spread your legs," Kelsey ordered. "I can't kick you properly if your legs are closed."

Roy moved his feet apart on the carpet. He took a deep breath and held his arms out for balance.

"Good boy," Kelsey said. She lifted her leg slowly. She pressed the sole of her shoe against his crotch, nudging his testicles gently. She moved her foot around, pushing his sack left and right to find the perfect spot. "Just need to see where the target is."

Roy looked down at her foot. He felt the rubber sole against his balls.

"Okay, got it," Kelsey said. She lowered her leg. She bent her knees slightly, getting into a stance like she was ready to drop in on a skateboard. "Get ready to kiss the floor."

She winked at him.

CRACK!

Kelsey’s leg snapped up in a blur of motion. Her movement was smooth and fluid, like she kicked guys in the balls all the time. Her heavy shoe rocketed upward and slammed into his bulge dead center.

"OOOOOOOOHHH!" Roy screamed. His voice shot up so high it cracked.

His eyes bulged out of his head. His hands flew to his groin but stopped in mid air. He tried to lock his knees. He tried to stand straight. He really wanted to see her boobs.

"That looked like it hurt," Kelsey giggled, watching him shake. "Stay up, Roy. Don't you want to see my boobs?"

"I... I..." Roy squeaked.

A massive wave of nausea rolled through his stomach. He started sweating. His balls throbbed with a pain he had never felt before. They felt like they were on fire.

"Stay up!" Kelsey cheered. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out. The baggy hoodie shifted, teasing him with the movement underneath. "Stay up and you can even touch them!"

Roy tried to nod. He tried to be strong. But his legs had other ideas. His knees turned to jelly and smacked together.

"Aww," Kelsey pouted. "Is your tummy hurting? Do your ouchy balls hurt?"

"MY BALLS!" Roy shrieked. "MY BALLS!"

He collapsed forward. His face buried into Kelsey’s stomach. He grabbed her waist, holding onto her for dear life as his legs gave out completely. He screamed into her hoodie, his body shaking violently.

"Uh oh," Kelsey laughed. She wrapped her arms around his head, mushing his face into her soft belly. "Somebody fell down. Looks like I broke your little nutties."

"I CAN'T! IT HURTS!" Roy sobbed into her shirt. "YOU KICKED THEM SO HARD!"

"Did I?" Kelsey asked innocently. She rubbed his back while he cried against her. "I barely touched you. Are you telling me you lost?"

Roy couldn't answer. He just slid down her body. He hit the floor and curled into a tight ball, clutching his swollen ballsack. He rolled back and forth on the carpet, wheezing and whining.

Kelsey looked down at him with a big grin. She sat on the couch right above his head.

Kelsey leaned forward on the couch, looking down at the ball of misery on her floor. Roy wheezed and choked, his hands squeezing his sack tight.

"You are so dramatic," Kelsey said. She reached down and patted his lower back. The patting was slow and rhythmic, mocking him with fake comfort. "I didn't even kick you that hard."

"YOU CRUSHED THEM!" Roy screamed into the carpet. He kicked his legs out, his heels thumping against the floor. "MY POOR BALLS!"

Kelsey laughed. She ran her hand up and down his spine, feeling him shake under her touch.

"I was holding back too," Kelsey said. She kicked her legs up onto the coffee table, crossing her ankles. "That was like a gentle tap. I have kicked guys way harder than that."

Roy rolled onto his back, clutching his groin, his face red and wet with tears. "Holding back?"

"Yeah," Kelsey smirked. "If I used my full strength, you wouldn't be crying. You would be passed out."

She poked his stomach with her big toe. He flinched and groaned, curling back up.

"I can't believe you thought you could take it," Kelsey teased. "You talked so much trash about walking it off."

"It hurts," Roy sobbed. "It hurts so much Kelsey."

"Aww," Kelsey cooed. She leaned closer to him, her hair falling over his face. "Is this your first real kick, Roy? Has a girl never really smashed your nuts before?"

Roy shook his head frantically, sobbing.

"I thought so," Kelsey giggled. "You looked so confident. You wouldn't have taken this bet if you knew how it felt. You think you can still walk it off if you rest a little?"

"I can't," Roy whined. "Please make it stop."

Kelsey slid off the couch and sat on the floor next to him. She crossed her legs and watched him roll back and forth. His face was scrunched up in agony.

"You look so silly down there," Kelsey said. She reached out and brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. "All that talk about walking it off. And now look at you."

Roy gasped for air. "I... I was wrong," he choked out. "I was so wrong."

"I know," Kelsey giggled. "It hurts way more than you thought, right? I heard it feels like your stomach is trying to come out of your mouth."

She rubbed his shoulder gently, feeling his muscles tense up every time a wave of pain hit him.

"Yeah," Roy sobbed. "It feels like they are gone. It feels like they exploded."

"They are still there," Kelsey said. She poked his side with her finger. "They are just very, very sad right now. But hey, you know what it feels like now. If not, maybe you would have really pissed a girl and got a full strength kick."

Kelsey watched him curl up into a tighter ball. He was sobbing into the carpet, his whole body shaking. She actually felt a little bad. He looked so pathetic down there.

"You poor thing," Kelsey said softly. She rubbed his lower back in small circles. "Look at you. You really can't handle a little ball pain."

"It hurts," Roy whimpered. His voice was muffled by the floor. "It hurts so bad."

"I know," Kelsey said. "But you learned your lesson. Guys are weak."

She patted his head. She looked at his red face and his tear-filled eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy. A very dumb, very hurt puppy.

"You really wanted to see them, didn't you?" Kelsey asked.

Roy nodded slowly, still clutching his balls. "Yeah."

Kelsey sighed. She grabbed the bottom of her massive black hoodie. "I guess I can be nice. You are suffering a lot down there."

"What?" Roy lifted his head slightly.

"Look fast," Kelsey said.

She whipped her hoodie and her shirt up in one motion. Two huge, pale breasts bounced out into the air. They were heavy and round with pink nipples. They jiggled from the sudden movement, looking soft and perfect. Roy's eyes went wide. He forgot to breathe for a second. The pain in his groin was still agonizing, but the sight in front of him was amazing.

"Boom," Kelsey said.

She let the fabric drop back down instantly. The heavy breasts disappeared back under the dark layers of her clothes. The show was over in less than a heartbeat.

"Did you like them?" Kelsey asked, grinning at his shocked face.

"Yeah," Roy gasped. He dropped his head back to the floor, overwhelmed by the sight and the pain in his balls.

"Good," Kelsey said. "Don't say I never gave you anything. Now get ready for those foot massages."