What could have been P2 (ffffm)

This is part two to my other story, sorry it took me so long. Considering continuing the series, but not sure how much I’ll be interested in writing and would hate to leave someone hanging.

Part 1:
https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/c8gvcUYz5o

With a break underway and the worst yet to come, I decide to go give my balls a proper check up in the bathroom, I drank some water from the sink and stared at myself in the mirror.

My face was sweating, like I just gone for a jog but flush, I looked…dare I say good for my condition. My balls on the other hand had grown in size, bruising hadn’t set in but they were turning a darker red. The inside of my thigh also seemed to have taken quite a bit of damage. I rolled them in my finger and both seemed fully intact albeit sensitive.

I pissed, flushed, washed my hands and headed back out to hopefully wait it out a little longer. Yasmin, Jodi and Taylor were missing just Sarah remained.

“You’re doing pretty well, I’m surprised dude!”

She was so oddly upbeat about the situation.

“Thanks I guess. This is honestly worse than I expected but like it’s been what a half hour and I’m up $250? We’ll see how it ends but I feel like instead of getting kicked metaphorically in the nuts by a job for 50yrs, getting it literally isn’t so bad”

“Yeah I’m a bit worried about you honestly, Jodi’s strong but Taylor you should be terrified”

“I am, she’s been practically silent, just staring…”

I could hear footsteps coming back.

“Times almost up ball boy!” Y teased

“Don’t rush the magic” I retort.

Yasmin plops down on the couch next to Sarah and Taylor resumes her seat. She has a slightly warmer glow about her, maybe not a smirk, but the intensity is somewhat reduced. Jodi remains standing and then stretches herself by reaching her toes with ease.

I can’t help but stare a little bit and feel a twitch in my cock, glad it’s still working for now, Jodi looks at me with a playful smirk and a bit of an eye roll.

A phone alarm goes off.

“Times up! Get kicking Jodi!” - Y

“Ok…spread your legs, hands behind your head, you so much as flinch and I’m punching you too.” - Jodi says in a playful but not fucking around way.

I do as I’ve been told, as I’ve done 10 other times today, assume the position.

She gives me a firm pat to find my nuts.

Lines up her kick, it’s a nasty one, full leg back like she’s going into a lunge, lifting her foot forward and extending her knee at the end of the kick with the top end of her foot landing perfectly just behind my balls.

“Hmmm lean forward”

I do as I’m told, she lines everything back up, the top of the foot now lands exactly on my balls.

“Nice recommend T” Jodi says…Taylor smirks, bordering on a smile.

“Leave something for me though, I don’t want to regret giving you all my tricks” T finally breaks her silence and reveals what I kind of had assumed. She had been studying me like an opponent, using the previous 10 kicks to learn and the next 5 to perfect her technique before going up against my balls.

I inhale deeply and try to space out a little bit to lower my heart rate.

Crack, the top of her toes collides violently and with a speed I hadn’t felt in any of these previous kicks. The pain was so overwhelming it took a second to register and I absolutely collapsed, I’ll admit I basically flailed, kicked and rolled on the ground moaning, if the words I were saying were coherent it was purely explicatives.

“WOW! That was fucking AWESOME!” Yasmin squeals in delight.

“Oh my god Jodi, that was insane” Sarah exclaimed, she seemed honestly a little concerned for me I think.

“Back up” Taylor said calmly and with the knowledge of what was to come.

“I can’t, I physically can’t yet, please please don’t kick that hard again, I don’t want to need an ambulance”

“Don’t listen to him J, fucking wreck those nuts or I’ll do it, it’s my money and my kicks!” Yasmin barked

Jodi was annoyed at the loss of autonomy, I think.

The pain had dropped from a 10/10 to a barely manageable 7 (doctors prescribe opioids at this pain level!).

Jodi made me resume the position, lean forward and again practiced her kick, this time however her toe found its way back behind my balls in the warm up…a token of mercy?

Thud, my balls take another horrendous blow and I collapse again immediately but the pain is also apparent in my perineum.

There was no thrashing on the ground this time.

“What the fuck was that Jodi?!” Yasmin shouts

“He’s on the ground, I nailed him and I kicked as hard as I could, maybe his nuts are going numb?” Jodi replies

“You lost the rest of your kicks, I’m taking them, plus I want to try this new technique” Y exclaims

“Fine Yaz, whatever” Jodi sits back down and Y jumps back up.

“Up bitch boy, I’m wrecking those fucking nuts. Taylor’s going to be kicking mush when I’m done”

I get back up, I think Yasmin’s over excitement is going to work in my favor honestly. I assume my position and Y tilts me forward even more than I did with Jodi.

Thwack, the part above her heal sends my nuts up against my body making a smacking sound that was very audible. I drop immediately and start moaning, putting a little extra pageantry on it.

“Fuck yes back up bitch!” She yells down at me.

I slowly get back up and she immediately starts lining herself up again.

“Yaz, slow down and take a practice kick” T chimes in before she launches her next strike.

“Oh good call!”

She lines her foot up but looses focus on her kicking technique instead adjusting her kick to direct alignment with my balls as opposed to her stance.

She makes good contact and it was a hard kick, I put up the same theatrics as last time and she orders me back up.

“Try having him stay on his knees” T chimes in again.

“I won’t kick as hard though” Y replies

“Field goals go further than punts, they’re measured differently though. Just trust me” T’s sports knowledge appears to include American Football, lovely…

“Fine on your knees. Now”

“I am dumb for a lot of reasons but like, how?” I remark buying more time. Yaz realizes she doesn’t really know and looks to Taylor.

Taylor gets up, stands directly in front of me and puts her hands under my arms and directs me up, kneeling straight up, then she kicks my left knee and right knee to indicate apart. Takes a step back and admires my posture then sits back down.

“Practice kick Yaz, don’t waste it” T reminds her.

Yaz lines things up. For some reason this a hell of a lot easier, my perineum far less a target as the kicks trajectory is flat at contact as opposed to upwards. Thankfully the contact appears as though it’s going to be spread across the whole of top of her foot.

Thump! I was wrong..fucking so wrong. Instead of the top of her foot she landed a fucking toe kick (again!) directly into both of my fucking nuts. Queue the thrashing.

“Fuck my toe again you bitch!” She punches me in the back and stomps on my ass. That barely registered with me as I was too busy with the throbbing and the nausea and the fear my nuts were gone after this to give a flying fuck.

“I’m fucking out, you can have your stupid money back, I can’t do this anymore”

T looks pissed. Jodi and Sarah are on the same page though, clearly thinking I’ve taken enough. Yaz hasn’t joined the conversation yet but clearly she gets final say. Her money after all.

“Absofuckinglutely not, you can give the money back but Taylor is getting her 5 kicks. You’re fucking lucky I’m still going to count them as nut kicks instead of pussy kicks”

“Guys, like…maybe we should finish this off another day?” Sarah tries to find the reasonable compromise.

“No chance, my toe hurts and he’s going to go into hiding with my money if we let him off the hook”

The pain at this point is down to a reasonable 9/10 at this point, I’m sweating and borderline feverish.

“How about another break? We’ve still got a ton of time?” Fucking Jodi…

“Fine, oh and nobody is asking you”

Maybe 8/10 now…I weirdly get up on the couch without standing and sit there hands in my crotch and head down focusing on my breathing.

Sarah brings me a glass of water and rubs my back. “You’re going to get through this! It’s insane what you’ve done honestly, I thought you’d have puked or passed out by now”

“Honestly…me too, but grand finale is coming up I guess…I’ll be saying good bye to these unless Taylor finds some mercy in her.”

“I won’t” Taylor says.

“Well, bye guys!” I say into my lap, a little gallows humor.

Yaz returns with ice for her toe.

“Got an extra?” I ask

“After Taylor’s done and you feel like icing your pussy, sure but not while you still have balls, 5min left, feel free to go to the bathroom and give them a proper good bye.”

I opt to stay here, Sarah’s presence is oddly comforting in this moment…she even pats my thigh and rubs it a little bit, honestly higher than I was expecting, my dick twitch’s again. I can tell Sarah wants to say something but can’t…is she fucking into me? Am I about to get castrated before the FIRST girl to take initiative and show me interest in something other than homework? Well fuck me.

Beep beep beep

Yaz’s timer goes off.

“On your knees, here, like I showed you” Taylor remarks. “Facing me idiot”

All the other girls had me facing the couch she had me facing parallel…I would soon find out why…she took a few practice kicks and then stepped back, one two three steps…did that soccer trot and full extension stopping exactly short of my balls.

“Please don’t, please Taylor”

I hold my position though she draws herself back and in a slow motion that would make an incredible POV came towards me.

My balls exploded in pain, unlike anything I’d yet experienced. I honestly hate ooeple saying “110%” or 15 out of 10. But this kick explained it to me. I unlocked levels of pain and agony I couldn’t comprehend existed. I just collapsed and laid there unable to move, feeling as though I was going to puke. I managed to my knees , head to the floor, fists clenched trying to stave off throwing up.

“Get a garbage can” T says as she walks away

I can hear Yaz hustling, to get it, as it’s dropped before me.

CRACK, my balls receive a devastating blow from behind as my head collapses into the trash can, honestly probably looked kind of funny but thinking back on it I could have suffocated with that damn plastic liner. I roll to my side fetal position and empty the minimal contents of my stomach into the trash can.

“Gross but also fuck yes Taylor!”

Honestly throwing up…kind of helped free the pain in my stomach, I was surprised, I rolled into my back arching my legs up to avoid giving Taylor another angle and put my hands over my balls for good measure.

“Hahaha couldn’t pass up that shot” Taylor exclaimed

I rolled back onto my side, realizing the potential target now rolled onto my stomach legs tightly together in what I can only describe as the trend of the time…planking (I guess I’ve outed myself as a millennial now).

“What do you want to do T?”

“Give him another minute”

I paid no further mind and continued trying to come down to a more manageable pain level of 12/10…

“Go get it” T says

“Go get what?” I peak my head to the side

“If you resist. I will break your ribs and bloody your fucking face so bad you won’t be able to see for a week” T tells me…I can’t imagine what’s coming is good but that does sound worse. I look up and Yaz has fluffy pink handcuffs and a box of Saran Wrap.

The cuffs predictably get put on my wrists.

“Stand up now.” T tells me and takes the box of Saran Wrap. She looks around “Yaz, do you have like a post or something? To keep him upright?”

“We could check the gym”

“You guys have a gym in here?” There was envy in Taylor’s question, how dare someone so indifferent to athleticism have a facility in their own house.

“Never mind let’s go” Taylor drags me like I’m doing a perp walk and we all follow Yaz downstairs and down a hall to a decent gym and in the middle is a fully loaded and barely used power rack.

“It’s perfect” Taylor moves me to the middle of the front posts.

Kneel. I do as I’m told.

“Actually, back up”

I do as I’m told, she pulls my shorts and boxers down in one motion and steps on them between my legs, my cock exposed over my now substantially swollen balls.

Honestly, I was sporting a decent semi so I looked like more of a shower than I usually do. I caught Sarah lingering, not sure if it was my cock or balls she was looking at and then she made eye contact and smirked.

T returned with a basket of athletic bands, throwing one over the top bar and then under my arms.

“Kneel”

I kneeled, it was a lot of tension, pretty unpleasant but not unmanageable. She tugged at the band, seeming satisfied it would hold my weight when I tried to collapse. Next the Saran Wrap around my torso, locking the band and my hands in place. Then finally more bands above my knee just barely, holding my legs apart.

“Close your legs”

I tried, I could get about an inch on one side but not the other.

“Weak abductors”

“I’ll get right on it, probably be on steroids soon now too and yolked”

“That’d be good for you” I think I actually saw a chuckle from her.

You know the routine by now, devastatingly foreshadowing practice kick, line up, full practice kick.

Three steps back.

We both inhale.

Thwack!!! My body convulses, able to move enough to make a commotion but not enough to do anything useful. Three steps back…

Thwack…I convulse more limply, pain is in every crevice and every nerve going back generations of male relatives. Starting to get a little fuzzy.

Thwack…darkness

Bright bright lights almost immediately…a wet towel on my face and when I saw wet I mean soaked, Sarah toweling off my forehead. I was on the ground of the gym unbounded. My ballsack the size of a large orange borderline grapefruit. I feel pain in every movement. Fuck…fuck fuck fuck. Taylor’s on a bench admiring her handy work.

Jodi and Yaz nowhere to be found. I try to stand up, wobbly

“Just sit for a bit, your body is coming out shock, lot hormones flying around” Taylor tells me.

I take her advice, honestly, I don’t hate her for what she did, it was the bed I made. I look at the gym clock, I’ve got about 15min. Yaz returns with ice and I promptly apply it, remove it because fuck it was cold and hurt to touch. I decide to go looking for my njts. Jodi comes in too. They’re all watching a look of bemusement, and concern.

One, ball, present, softer than usual and severely swollen. Two balls, the other the same.

“Still there!”

“You’re kidding?” Yaz exclaims

“Honestly, they’re resilient, and aside from your shitty kicks Yaz I don’t think they got pinned in between the pelvis with mine, I did some research and that’s how the ruptures happen.” Taylor explains.

“Ok well time to get going? I have some cleaning up to do before my parents get home.”

“I need a ride…I can’t walk”

“I’ll drive you” Sarah says

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If I should keep going let me know, I’m thinking of taking a more sensual ballbusting tangent with Sarah or go more intense with this being found out amongst the school and my summer being one of a lot of pain