Penalty Kicks
"There in the third row. Zoom in."
Luis instructed his cameramen and technicians to focus on a trio of the bustiest fans in the stadium. As the director of videography for the FIFA world cup, he had a keen eye for the sexiest audience members. He knew how to get the most views per game.
"Stay on them. Get them jumping if someone scores."
Just minutes later, the Americans scored off a corner kick and the stands exploded. The three girls in on his screen went wild.
"Perfect. Play it back in slow-mo."
After the replay of the goal, the camera cut to the girls, their boobs bouncing up and down in slow motion. The curvature of their cleavage so well defined at the peak of their bounce. The generous jiggling of flesh. Their breasts strained at the thin material of their tops.
Luis watched the live feed and saw the jumbotron catch the girls' attention as they saw themselves. At first they looked excited, then annoyed as they saw the focus of the shot. They searched the crowd and made eye contact with Luis through the camera.
"Halftime boss. Be back in ten." Luis technicians left the small production room on the upper floor of the stadium.
"See you soon." Luis turned back to the live feed and saw his group of babes had left the stands.
"Camera 3 stay on those seats for the second half please."
Instead, the camera gave a small hop and then panned down to the ground. Luis thought he heard a muffled thud on his earpiece.
"Camera 3? Do we have eyes on John on 3?" A moment of radio silence.
"Hi Luis, this is Camera 2. John is lying on the ground, clutching himself. Maybe a stomachache? We'll check on him."
"Please do, we need him today." Luis stood over the control board and continued panning through camera feeds for a juicy rack to zoom in on.
He heard the electronic key card tone and the door open behind him. "Boys, you're back early," he said without turning around.
"Well hello there." He started at the feminine voice and spun around. The three sexy USA fans stood before him, even more generous in proportion in person.
"I'm sorry, you can't be in here. How did you even get in?" Luis nervously eyed each of them and what they were holding.
On the left, a tall blonde with a green jersey tied tight in a knot below her tits, which spilled out of a deep V. She held a security badge card. "We convinced a guard to let us borrow this." She winked.
In the middle, another blonde that could've been her sister. Her hard nipples poked through a thin bikini that showed cleavage, side boob, and underboob. She held... Was that a taser??
"And this. If you even think of running away, we'll fry your dick and balls off." She stepped forward and pressed the taser uncomfortably into his crotch, applying pressure. Luis gasped and buckled forward.
On the right, a toned brunette with the perkiest tits he'd ever seen. And he could see them. Up close, her top was sheer and her boobs begged to be ogled, to be squeezed. "So you're going to do what we say, mister pervy cameraman." She held a go-pro body camera used by referees for in match footage.
"First, you're going to connect this camera to the live feed."
"Please, I'm sorry if I focused on your tits. Let's talk this out." Luis stammered.
"Do it now, or we'll show you what we did to your other staff to get all these toys." The blonde with the taser pushed it harder into his testicles, making his knees buckle inwards.
"Ahh, okay okay." Luis turned to the control board and connected to the go-pro. The girls' faces lit up to see themselves on the jumbotron.
The brunette panned between their faces. "Hey Seattle, we're USA's biggest fans!" The girls wooed. "But you might know us better by our chests."
She focused on the first blonde's rack and the second blonde reached over and gave her boobs a squeeze, making her laugh. "Thanks to this asshole."
Now the camera was on Luis, looking white in the face. "Ladies, if you're sick of being objectified on camera, then do we have a halftime show for you."
The first blonde came and held Luis' arms behind his back. "Please don't do this!" He pleaded.
The second blonde squared up with him and then looked to the camera. "Time for some penalty kicks!"
She drew her foot back and really let him have it. Snap kick right in the nuts. Toes pointed, top of her sneaker smashing into the bottom of his balls and crushing them flat. He screamed and fell limp, held up by his arms.
After a short delay, a faint eruption of female cheering from the audience drifted through the walls. The girls shared excited glances.
"Now my turn!" The blondes switched places. Luis on his knees now, feeling sick to his stomach.
The first blonde bounced on her toes and her breasts followed. It was almost enough to distract him from the inevitable. Her leg rose in a high arch and sailed towards him. She flexed her foot upwards and drove her soccer cleat into his left testicle.
"OOHHHH!" Luis curled into a ball as the girls laughed at him. His balls ached deeply and pain pulsed through his entire abdomen. These girls looked so soft and sexy, so harmless through a lens. How could they so completely dominate him, take advantage of the weakness between his legs, with such joy?
"One to one! Let's see the results after the first round." The brunette leaned down and undid his fly, pulling his swollen nuts out of his shorts. She squeezed each one individually, as he winced and moaned.
"Still intact! Keep going, ladies."
The busty blondes took turns tormenting Luis and putting on a show. They pulled him up to standing and kicked his balls until he fell back down. They kicked and stomped his exposed genitals when he lay on his back. When he covered himself with his hands and refused them, they pulled at his hands and threatened him with the taser. They straddled him on their hands and knees and kneed him in the groin until he stopped moving.
Finally, the door opened. Music to Luis' ears. A large security guard walked in and the girls were disappointed to see he had not only a taser, but a gun.
The blonde in the bikini that had now shifted quite off center made sure to get one last hard kick in. As Luis moaned, they turned to face the guard.
"Turn that off right now. And drop the taser." He put his hand on his holster.
The girls looked at each other helplessly but did as they were told. The guard grinned. "Now I'm going to have to frisk you."
He approached the first blonde and undid the knot on her top with one hand, the other still on his gun. She gave him a death stare as he began to fondle her big tits one at a time. "Enjoy this last time you can ever get hard." She hissed.
"Ma'am if you so much as move a muscle, I'll - AGGHHH." A black boot appeared in his crotch from behind and his eyes went wide with shock. He grabbed his groin and slid to the ground to reveal a female guard behind him in the doorway.
The girls looked hopeful, but hesitant. The first blonde covered herself with her hands.
"All clear up here." The female guard said into her earpiece, winking at the girls. She walked over with the sole purpose of giving Luis her own kick in the nuts, as he lay shaking.
"I'll give you ladies some time to finish up here." She gave her colleague a grisly stomp to the testicles on her way out, shutting the door behind her.
The blonde took the downed guard by the legs and pressed her foot in his crotch. The other two each grabbed one of Luis' balls and began to squeeze with renewed vigor. They switched the camera back on, broadcasting it all to the stadium and the world.
Luis instructed his cameramen and technicians to focus on a trio of the bustiest fans in the stadium. As the director of videography for the FIFA world cup, he had a keen eye for the sexiest audience members. He knew how to get the most views per game.
"Stay on them. Get them jumping if someone scores."
Just minutes later, the Americans scored off a corner kick and the stands exploded. The three girls in on his screen went wild.
"Perfect. Play it back in slow-mo."
After the replay of the goal, the camera cut to the girls, their boobs bouncing up and down in slow motion. The curvature of their cleavage so well defined at the peak of their bounce. The generous jiggling of flesh. Their breasts strained at the thin material of their tops.
Luis watched the live feed and saw the jumbotron catch the girls' attention as they saw themselves. At first they looked excited, then annoyed as they saw the focus of the shot. They searched the crowd and made eye contact with Luis through the camera.
"Halftime boss. Be back in ten." Luis technicians left the small production room on the upper floor of the stadium.
"See you soon." Luis turned back to the live feed and saw his group of babes had left the stands.
"Camera 3 stay on those seats for the second half please."
Instead, the camera gave a small hop and then panned down to the ground. Luis thought he heard a muffled thud on his earpiece.
"Camera 3? Do we have eyes on John on 3?" A moment of radio silence.
"Hi Luis, this is Camera 2. John is lying on the ground, clutching himself. Maybe a stomachache? We'll check on him."
"Please do, we need him today." Luis stood over the control board and continued panning through camera feeds for a juicy rack to zoom in on.
He heard the electronic key card tone and the door open behind him. "Boys, you're back early," he said without turning around.
"Well hello there." He started at the feminine voice and spun around. The three sexy USA fans stood before him, even more generous in proportion in person.
"I'm sorry, you can't be in here. How did you even get in?" Luis nervously eyed each of them and what they were holding.
On the left, a tall blonde with a green jersey tied tight in a knot below her tits, which spilled out of a deep V. She held a security badge card. "We convinced a guard to let us borrow this." She winked.
In the middle, another blonde that could've been her sister. Her hard nipples poked through a thin bikini that showed cleavage, side boob, and underboob. She held... Was that a taser??
"And this. If you even think of running away, we'll fry your dick and balls off." She stepped forward and pressed the taser uncomfortably into his crotch, applying pressure. Luis gasped and buckled forward.
On the right, a toned brunette with the perkiest tits he'd ever seen. And he could see them. Up close, her top was sheer and her boobs begged to be ogled, to be squeezed. "So you're going to do what we say, mister pervy cameraman." She held a go-pro body camera used by referees for in match footage.
"First, you're going to connect this camera to the live feed."
"Please, I'm sorry if I focused on your tits. Let's talk this out." Luis stammered.
"Do it now, or we'll show you what we did to your other staff to get all these toys." The blonde with the taser pushed it harder into his testicles, making his knees buckle inwards.
"Ahh, okay okay." Luis turned to the control board and connected to the go-pro. The girls' faces lit up to see themselves on the jumbotron.
The brunette panned between their faces. "Hey Seattle, we're USA's biggest fans!" The girls wooed. "But you might know us better by our chests."
She focused on the first blonde's rack and the second blonde reached over and gave her boobs a squeeze, making her laugh. "Thanks to this asshole."
Now the camera was on Luis, looking white in the face. "Ladies, if you're sick of being objectified on camera, then do we have a halftime show for you."
The first blonde came and held Luis' arms behind his back. "Please don't do this!" He pleaded.
The second blonde squared up with him and then looked to the camera. "Time for some penalty kicks!"
She drew her foot back and really let him have it. Snap kick right in the nuts. Toes pointed, top of her sneaker smashing into the bottom of his balls and crushing them flat. He screamed and fell limp, held up by his arms.
After a short delay, a faint eruption of female cheering from the audience drifted through the walls. The girls shared excited glances.
"Now my turn!" The blondes switched places. Luis on his knees now, feeling sick to his stomach.
The first blonde bounced on her toes and her breasts followed. It was almost enough to distract him from the inevitable. Her leg rose in a high arch and sailed towards him. She flexed her foot upwards and drove her soccer cleat into his left testicle.
"OOHHHH!" Luis curled into a ball as the girls laughed at him. His balls ached deeply and pain pulsed through his entire abdomen. These girls looked so soft and sexy, so harmless through a lens. How could they so completely dominate him, take advantage of the weakness between his legs, with such joy?
"One to one! Let's see the results after the first round." The brunette leaned down and undid his fly, pulling his swollen nuts out of his shorts. She squeezed each one individually, as he winced and moaned.
"Still intact! Keep going, ladies."
The busty blondes took turns tormenting Luis and putting on a show. They pulled him up to standing and kicked his balls until he fell back down. They kicked and stomped his exposed genitals when he lay on his back. When he covered himself with his hands and refused them, they pulled at his hands and threatened him with the taser. They straddled him on their hands and knees and kneed him in the groin until he stopped moving.
Finally, the door opened. Music to Luis' ears. A large security guard walked in and the girls were disappointed to see he had not only a taser, but a gun.
The blonde in the bikini that had now shifted quite off center made sure to get one last hard kick in. As Luis moaned, they turned to face the guard.
"Turn that off right now. And drop the taser." He put his hand on his holster.
The girls looked at each other helplessly but did as they were told. The guard grinned. "Now I'm going to have to frisk you."
He approached the first blonde and undid the knot on her top with one hand, the other still on his gun. She gave him a death stare as he began to fondle her big tits one at a time. "Enjoy this last time you can ever get hard." She hissed.
"Ma'am if you so much as move a muscle, I'll - AGGHHH." A black boot appeared in his crotch from behind and his eyes went wide with shock. He grabbed his groin and slid to the ground to reveal a female guard behind him in the doorway.
The girls looked hopeful, but hesitant. The first blonde covered herself with her hands.
"All clear up here." The female guard said into her earpiece, winking at the girls. She walked over with the sole purpose of giving Luis her own kick in the nuts, as he lay shaking.
"I'll give you ladies some time to finish up here." She gave her colleague a grisly stomp to the testicles on her way out, shutting the door behind her.
The blonde took the downed guard by the legs and pressed her foot in his crotch. The other two each grabbed one of Luis' balls and began to squeeze with renewed vigor. They switched the camera back on, broadcasting it all to the stadium and the world.
