What Could Have Been (99% Fiction, 1% Non) FM

This was over 20yrs ago, senior year of high school (all parties are over 18), the last week of school. There is only one true part to this story, what I overheard, the rest is what I wish I would have had the balls (and the luck) to do. All the writing is done from mobile and without the help of AI so my apologies if there’s anything off grammatically, just send me a dm for correction. I realize it’s rather long before the action happens but I like a build up, one of my favorite things about ballbusting is the lead up.

I was sitting in AP chemistry, tests had wrapped so we were pretty much checked out, this was the beginning of class, so everyone was getting settled and talking. Yasmin, a very petite Persian girl, was sitting directly next to me and her friend Sarah (cute white blonde) behind me.

Yasmin was one of the more popular girls, not because she was particularly attractive but because she came from money and flaunted it tastefully, she was cute don’t get me wrong, but she was also kind of a bitch and very clearly spoiled.

“You wouldn’t believe what I did yesterday, I wasted $20 at Starbucks getting like 4 drinks because I wasn’t sure what I wanted. None of them were right but whatever, it was fun having a drink carrier just to myself, so random” Sarah had said.

“That’s so lame, but reminds me of the time I spent $20 to kick this boy in the balls” replied Yasmin.

My cock twitched and my ears perked up.

“You did what? Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Honestly, I wanted to see if he’d let me, it was funny, better spent than your $20, I think he had a thing for me” Yasmin said very nonchalantly. In the timeline I’m living the story ends here, a memory, but what happens next is maybe another timeline somewhere.

“I’m sorry but I have to butt in here, you paid $20 to kick a guy once in the nuts?” I exclaimed

“Yeah, why you interested?” She looked at me showing no desire.

“If that’s an offer, I’ll think about it, I could use the money, and there’s way worse ways to make $20”

“Alright class today we’re just going to go over a few more items you can study up on over the summer if chemistry is something you want to pursue in college” blah blah blah, the class resumes the conversation ends. I think about how I left the conversation I don’t think I gave my kink away, but man I hope she’s offering, I don’t know why she would though, she’s not into me at all, we’ve barely spoken sitting next to each other almost all year.

I feel a kick at my left foot, and look up and to my left, a folded piece of paper in her hand, I look around (this was back when teachers confiscated notes) to make sure the coast is clear and take it. Causally but probably looked desperate. I open it subtly as I can on my desk “Let me know what you decide ###-###-####” it said. I pocketed the note and tried my best to pay attention, I looked over at her and she smirked.

I decided to play it cool, and text her that evening with my “decision”. What follows is the text back and forth.

Me: So what’s the offer?
Y: You tell me

Long pause as I think about chickening out or going all in or something in between.

M: How about $20/kick?
Y: oh you think you can take more than one?
M: probably?
Y: I want a bulk discount, 10 for $100, 20 for $150

Another very long pause as I mulled this over, having only done self busting I wasn’t sure I could take 2 let alone 10 or 20.

Y: You scared?
M: I mean I don’t know how bad it’s actually going to hurt, so 10 seems like a bit of a leap from one and also…$10/kick? Cheapskate
Y: 20 for $200
M: $250 and it’s a deal, not doing this anywhere at school though, needs to be a private spot, I’m not getting in trouble and having this be what I’m known for.
Y: maybe others would offer it as well? It could be your summer job
M: let’s see how this goes first
Y: k. I’ll drive you to my house after class tomorrow, wear shorts.
M: lol I’m terrified

The next day was hell, but normal, it was hot as our building didn’t have AC, Chemistry was the same as the day before, no mention of the deal we’d made. As the day started coming to end in my last class I realized I didn’t know where to meet her for the ride so I decided to send another text.
M: where are you parked?
Y: upper lot under the tree, red Lexus, meet there at 345, i have to meet with Mr Jones about a grade
M: Sounds good

School was out at 315, so I had some time to kill, the wait was agonizing, I decided to go outside wander around, sat on a bench and just played on my non-smart phone. Time moved by so slowly…

Finally at 340 I started my walk up to the car, I found it, was one of maybe 4 left in the lot, she wasn’t there but I was early and decided to just camp out on the ground under that same tree. 345…346…350…355 finally just before 4 she shows up over the hill carrying a largish purse (probably a designer bag) and backpack on her back.

“Thought you were going to back out” I said

“You’ll probably wish I did, stupid Mr Jones took forever to free up, but he made the change I needed”

“You kicked him too?!”

“Haha no, I’m not getting arrested on the last week of school, plus I have to save my energy”

“Fair enough, you live far?”

“Nope, get in, ignore the mess”

I get in the car and we head down she pulls into a Starbucks drive thru, typical, suspense was killing me. She orders a frappacino doesn’t even ask me if I wanted anything, pays and then we head back up.

Finally we pull up to a nice and probably 4000sq ft home well manicured, no cars in the driveway, just a dumpy Chevy Blazer and a Camry parked out front on the street.

She turns to me and hands me $250, three bills, she counts “one, two and fifty. You take this and you get 20 kicks today. My parents will be home around 6 so it’s going to have to be within the next hour. Deal?”

I take the money

“Good, now follow me”

She opens the door and the house is immaculate inside, clean, white tones, marble, a little tacky and smells almost lightly perfumed.

“Upstairs, we’re going to the bonus room, shoes off”

“You lead the way” as I kick my shoes off.

We head upstairs it’s so quiet and I can just hear my heart beating, a fantasy coming true, and I got paid, which provides a decent cover for my kink…

We get to the doors and she opens them up and my heart sinks…there’s 3 other girls. Sarah (the one from before), Taylor and Jodi. All sitting on this large angled couch (the kind that could sit like 8 people in an L shape)

“Uh I what the fuck is this?”

“I wanted to share my kicks, 5 from each of us”

“That wasn’t the deal”

“They’re my kicks, I get to do what I want with them”

I pause, a fantasy come true for sure…but I didn’t want this getting out to the whole school. Fuck. Plus…all three of those girls were attractive as hell but not petite and borderline frail like Yasmin…I know Taylor did track for the school but honestly all of them were fit as hell and much thicker in the legs.

“Alright, I’m going to start and do my five, then Sarah, Jodi and…Taylor will finish us off.” The expressions at the time:
- Yasmin: smirk, little devilish
- Sarah: gleeful amusement
- Jodi: curious, just staring into me
- Taylor: I can only describe it as…competitive, she had that look an athlete has before a tip off or a start.
- Me: dumbfounded, mouth breathing

“Over here so they can see how it’s done! I have the experience here” - Y
“Hahaha I think Jodi and Tay are the professional ball kickers though” - S
“Soccer balls…these are different, but I’m excited to try” - J

“Spread your legs!” She barks, honestly getting orders from someone so petite was kind of comical and while she’s bitchy she doesn’t really own the dominant side she was going for, but I complied…spread my legs standing, she took a couple practice swings with her shin lining up awkwardly with my balls…

She kicks, hard as she can and hits be right below the sack between my legs, honestly barely touching my balls. It hurt but not that bad. “Ah fuck” I said as well, I just got shin kicked and wanted to play it up a little bit so I held my nuts a bit.

“Move your hands!” She barked again, I complied, she kicked again this time the area between her leg and foot connected, this time decently with my balls, she definitely didn’t kick as hard but the contact hurt a lot more…”oh my god, that was a hard one” it didn’t drop me but I genuinely had to walk around a bit to recover.

“Three more from me and 15 from them! Hurry up”

I get back into my “position” she takes another practice swing this time pointing her toes up right at my balls and kicks, hard this time but absolutely flooring me, the pain was horrible, I collapsed grasping my nuts “oh fuck oh fuck you got the right one so bad” the pain was so uneven. “Well fuck you hurt my to, I fucking stubbed it on your stupid balls” apparently that hurt her too…she went into another room and came back out with converse sneakers. She put those on.

“Now get the fuck back up, idiot” now her orders had the legitimacy of proper rage behind them. I stood up slowly and assumed my position again, she took per practice shots this time lining up that spot between her leg and foot again and kicked hard, more landed on my thigh than my nuts but given the pain from the last one it hurt a lot, I doubled over.

“Get him with your toe again Yas!” Sarah exclaimed

“I’m not breaking my toe just to break his nuts” she snapped back

“Close your eyes this time, I think you’re moving” Y tells me

I do as I’m told and feel a sudden rush of pain flying up from my balls and collapse again, she had punched me, probably as hard as she could.

“What the fuck was that?” I eek out

“My fist, you’re lucky I’m going to count that as my kick and not just making us even for hurting my fucking toe”

With me still on the ground holding my nuts, she goes and sits down on the couch, pulls her shoe and sock off and looks at her toe.

Sarah stands up “My turn! Get up bitch!”

“I need a minute that last one wasn’t fair”

“Oh boo hoo, remember you’re getting paid for this. I bet some guys probably would pay us for this.” - S

“There’s for sure guys who probably pay for this, he might even be one of them!” - Jodi chimes in. I look around the room, just to orient myself, Taylor hasn’t moved, just watching…

Sarah comes over and pulls me up to a standing position, the pain lingers but is pretty manageable again. She pats my crotch area “well maybe he’s actually in it for the money, definitely not hard hahaha”

“Gross Sarah” - Yasmin

“Honestly not a bad idea to check, if he was into this we’d get to do this more often and you wouldn’t have to pay” - Jodi

“Honestly it’s more fun if he doesn’t like it, I’m not trying to get him off” - Yasmin

“Ok ball boy, spread em and move your hands”

Lines up her practice shots, her knee raised she flicks her foot toward my balls my hand shoot down to try and block them, she stops just shy of my nuts.

“Oh hell no, no blocking! Jodi, Taylor come hold his arms” Jodi rockets right up and heads behind me pulling my hands together behind as though I was being arrested. Taylor doesn’t move but finally speaks

“I’m going to keep watching from here, I’m learning a lot”

“I’ve got it handled Tay” Jodi calls out. She definitely wasn’t going to be able hold me up or keep my hands from blocking if I really tried but it was “helpful”

Sarah lines up the kick again and snaps her foot right into my balls, direct contact with the top of her foot to both of my balls. Wasn’t the hardest kick I’d taken that night but by far the most accurate, I grunt and double forward but Jodi keeps my hands behind my back and straightens me back up, Sarah lines back up and rapid fires three kicks into me before I finally break free of Jodi and block my nuts with my hands and take a knee “get up and take the last one” Jodi tugs at me and this time Sarah grabs me by the hair and yanks upward, I follow and in the process she kicks me again harder this time but the same snap kick style and I collapse again on the ground.

“Ten down, ten to go! Best for last too.” - Y

I turn my back to them, still on the ground and put my hand down my shorts to check on my balls, they’re both there, tender to the touch and hot but definitely not damaged. I would come to find that Sarah’s technique is the ideal for recreational and repeatable ballbusting, painful but very safe.

“How are we doing on time?” Taylor asks Yasmin

“Sarah was quick, we’ve got 45min and honestly probably an hour if we need it” Y replies

“How are the balls? I see you checking on them?” Y says to me

“They’re fine but fucking hurt, if we’ve got that much time I’m gonna take 10min though”

“Jodi, Taylor, you good with that?” Y asks

“Yup” - T

“Sure” - J

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I was planning on finishing in one story but this has gone on quite a bit longer, I’m going to write out part two as soon as I can. If there’s any feedback on the style I’d be open to it, story writing isn’t my profession. Feel free to post it or DM it and I’ll incorporate it if I can.