D&D Group Busters: Session 3 (Part 1)

(Hello, my friends! Sorry this took a bit longer than I was expecting, I had a family emergency come up. I promise though, that part two will be out by this time next week. Now, let’s get busting!)

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1u812aj/dd\_group\_busters\_session\_2\_part\_2/

Max woke up once again in his bed to the loud opening of Harlem Shuffle. It was Max’s first Saturday where that song filled him with a sense of dread. He loved D&D, but he hadn’t spoken to the girls after what Vanessa and Lily did to him last week. Adding on to that, his balls ached. This was partially because of how they were abused the week before, but primarily it was because he hadn’t gotten the chance to bust a load in two weeks and his balls felt so blue, he was convinced he could actually see them changing color. He’d been helping his sister’s boyfriend move all week again and the work was so tiring that he’d been falling asleep in her car on the way back to the house, leaving him absolutely no time for release. He’d been hoping to rub one out last Saturday, but things didn’t exactly go to plan.

After his little interaction with Vanessa in which Lily rammed the door into his left nut, he was floored for about 40 minutes. Daphne, Lily, and Vanessa had gone home, but Jennifer had stayed a while afterwards to chat with Sarah. Jennifer was going to leave when she realized Max’s car was still outside. She and Sarah looked for him and found him passed out by the bathroom. At first, they panicked and considered bringing him to a hospital, but he woke up when they began shaking him.

Max looked up at the two beautiful women hovering over him. Jennifer’s massive tits swayed in her black tank top as she bent down over him. He couldn’t form any coherent words due to the agonizing pain in his battered sack, but he was able to nod when they asked him if he was okay. Sarah asked what had happened, but Max was unable to respond without throwing up. All he could do was clutch his beaten groin and groan.

The day wasn’t however, a total loss. Even with the hard punch to his balls Maya had delivered that morning, the crushing abuse his nuts suffered at the table, and Lily’s unfortunately timed exit from the bathroom, Max was still grateful for that Saturday. This was because after all of that, Jennifer offered to drive him home.

Jennifer discussed the idea with Sarah once they’d gotten a general sense of what happened from where Max was holding and determined that it would probably be best if Max didn’t drive. Sarah said she could keep his car at her house for the week and he could pick it up next session. Jennifer then leaned down, her big, soft tits gently pressing against Max’s chest, and gave him a hug. “It’s okay…” Jennifer had whispered to him. “Jennifer’s got you… and whatever happened to your poor little nuts, I’m sure they’ll heal up by next week.”

“They always do, right Jen?” Sarah had asked, joining in on hugging Max.

“Well, almost always…” Jennifer responded.

The two girls had then struggled to lift Max. Not because he was particularly heavy, but because he was an awkward shape. The struggle led to Sarah lifting Max up by his arms while Jennifer tried to get a hold of his hips. As they shuffled around, Sarah’s hands slipped and Max’s face landed right in Jennifer’s soft cleavage.

That moment was burned in Max’s brain. Even now, as he got ready for D&D a week later, he could still imagine every tiny detail of that moment. Even though the moment had only lasted a brief few seconds, Max knew it as if it were years worth of knowledge filling his brain. He could picture the exact temperature of her warm flesh against his face. He could still practically feel the texture of the fabric making up her black tank top rubbing on his chin. But more than that, he knew how absolutely perfect those gigantic tits were. He knew how soft and pillowy and comfortable they were. Every time he’d tried to sleep in the last week, Max had struggled and fought with his bedding because nothing could compare to the comfort of Jennifer’s boobs.

Unfortunately, the moment that followed immediately after was also burned into his brain. Similarly, he could imagine every tiny detail and feeling as if it happened in slow motion of that too, even if he didn’t want to. He could picture the exact physics of how her breasts bounced with the sudden movement of her raising up in surprise. He could still feel her grip on his hips tensing to a violent squeeze that locked him in place. He knew the speed and mass of her rapidly moving knee and exactly how that multiplied to generate maximum force right between his legs. He could sense how each individual nerve in his testicles had reacted to the impact of her knee and how they’d sent signals of pure agony across his entire body, combining all the pain he’d endured throughout the day into a singular, seemingly endless moment. He knew that exactly 13.2% of all the sperm cells packed inside his junk had survived the disaster. He also knew that the moment his nuts hit his bony pelvis, the pain across his body multiplied by 4. He knew Jennifer had held her knee there and ground it against his balls for far longer than any woman whose attack was purely accidental would have. Finally, he knew the final words he heard as he slid down her body, the pain causing almost instant loss of consciousness.

“Shit! Sorry, Sarah. It was just instinct, you know?”

Max had woken up in Jennifer’s car, his head resting on her thick, powerful right thigh as she drove. Her fingers were running through his hair, softly caressing his scalp. When she realized he was awake, she reached her hand over and rubbed his mashed testes through his pants. Looking back, Max was fairly certain she was only trying to comfort him, but in that moment it had felt like her touch was setting his entire groin on fire. It was like a million bees were all concentrated in her hand and they were all stinging directly into his ballsack.

“Sorry about scrambling up your little eggs there…” Jennifer had said as she drove. Prompting nothing but a silent whimper from Max. “I mean especially after- uh… whatever it was that happened to them before. Sarah and I never did figure out what floored you in the first place. What was that?”

Max’s silent whimper’s became the most barely audible squeal, like something you’d hear during a hearing test intended to see if you can still catch higher pitches.

“Well, regardless of what it was, I’m sorry I messed your nuts up further. In fact, knowing how powerful my kicks are, I’m sure I did significantly more damage than whatever got you on the ground originally.” Jennifer then went back to stroking Max’s head. “Of course, you did get to rub your face around between my boobs, so… you know… probably worth it. Especially since I have it on good authority that my girls are quite spectacular. Not to mention, you were staring at them all fucking day. I’m sure that was like a dream come true for you.” Max had then felt her hand creep over and begin scratching near where Daphne had been scratching before, but not quite in the right spot. “So yeah… probably very much worth getting your nuts crushed.”

Jennifer had then gone on to explain what would be happening with Max’s car. When they got to Max’s house, Jennifer had to carry Max in her arms, not struggling nearly as much to carry him once he was lifted up. She had brought him inside and to his bed where he proceeded to nurse his demolished nuts for the rest of the day and the next day, much to the disappointment of Max’s sister who needed help with her boyfriend moving.

Fortunately, it was a new day! Max was going to play some D&D, get his car back, and everything was going to be amazing. On top of that, Max had gotten to see quite a lot of Jennifer last week and he was excited to see her again, especially if the last two sessions were any indication of the type of clothes she’d be wearing.

Max climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes. He walked over to his door, but paused right before opening it. He remembered last week and how his sister had greeted him. He didn’t think she’d try the same thing again, but he couldn’t be too sure. He grabbed the handle and turned it slowly, peering out through the tiny crack between the door and the door frame. There was nobody there.

Max let out a sigh of relief and opened the door, heading down the stairs to the kitchen. He looked around for his sister, who was supposed to drive him to Sarah’s house since he didn’t have his car. She wasn’t on the couch like she usually was, and Max didn’t see her anywhere in the kitchen. Finally, he gave up and opened up the fridge, looking for something easy he could make for breakfast before he had to head to D&D. The almost empty carton of eggs caught his eye. He pulled it out of the fridge, and closed the fridge door.

As soon as he closed the fridge, he was face to face with his sister, who had been standing there behind the fridge door like a horror movie villain. She had a wicked grin on her face that Max recognized all too well. Once again, she dropped down into a split and Max instinctively covered his crotch with his free hand. His fingers wrapped around his balls just in time as Maya’s knuckles slammed against his hand with what would’ve been devastating force. Max felt his balls squish in his hand from the impact. It still hurt quite a bit, even if he’d managed to block most of the force with his hand. Max felt his aching blue balls pulsating in discomfort. He looked down and saw Maya glaring up at him.

“Why the fuck did you have to block it?!” Maya yelled, as if Max was the one in the wrong here.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Max demanded, trying to emphasize how high up he was compared to his sister. “You’re the one who keeps trying to punch my fucking nuts!”

“That’s it!” Maya said as she grabbed Max’s wrist. “Now you’re asking for it! You didn’t let me punch them, now I’m just gonna have to make it worse for you when I finally do nail ‘em!” Maya started pulling Max’s hand away from his crotch while her other hand tried to make a grab at his nuts. She couldn’t get a good grip, but her thumb and index finger managed to pinch onto part of Max’s left nut.

“Ow! Fuck!” Max shouted, dropping the eggs onto the ground, which proceeded to shatter in their carton and leak onto the floor. Max ignored the breaking eggs and slapped Maya’s hand away.

“God dammit, Max!” Maya growled. “Do you have any idea how fucking expensive eggs are?! No! Because I’m the one who does the shopping around here!”

Max began to run away, but his sister had grabbed onto his right foot and he was taking her with him as he stumbled forward. “F-fuck off, Maya! I’m gonna be late for D&D!”

Maya managed to grab Max’s other foot, causing him to start shuffling slowly forward, trying to remain on his feet while she crawled up his body, using his legs as a ladder. “I don’t care about your nerd shit!” Maya got up to Max’s hips and her left hand wrapped around his front, latching onto both of his balls hard through his pants. “You broke my fucking eggs, and now I’m gonna break yours!”

Max yelped as he felt her hand latch onto his precious sack. He managed to kick her off of his legs and begin moving faster again, but her hand was still locked onto his balls. Max tripped over her and desperately tried to remain on his feet even as she was hanging off of his nuts. “Aaaaaarrrrggghhh!!!” Max squealed, still making his way across the floor, dragging his sister along with.

“Just give in, Max. I have you by the balls.” Maya managed to reach her other hand up and grab onto his sack with that hand too, now employing a crushing two handed squeeze. “If you drop to the floor now, I promise I’ll go easy on you…”

Max’s legs felt like jelly, but he had to keep moving. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he got to the wall, he just knew he had to get away from his evil bitch of a sister.

“Fine! Have it your way then!” Maya said with a smirk, letting go of his balls with her right hand and bringing it back. For just a moment, Max thought she was letting go, but then she rocketed her fist up to his nuts, which were still being clenched with her other hand. When her fist landed, there was nowhere for his poor little testes to go and he felt the full force of the impact, causing him to finally collapse to the floor in agony.

Max’s head spun, he felt like he was going to throw up. He felt his sister grab him by the hips and flip him over so he was face up. All he could do was lie there helplessly as he felt his sister’s grasp once again tighten around his balls and saw her right hand go back in a fist. “Nonono-“ Max tried to beg, but her fist was already sailing towards him.

WHACK! Maya’s fist slammed once again into Max’s sore, aching blue balls. But she didn’t stop there she brought her fist back again and threw it into Max’s groin once more. WHAM! CRACK! CRUNCH! Maya’s assault was relentless and Max’s balls felt like they were going to burst. Tears started streaming down his face and the only sound that came from him was quick, muffled whimpers. After what felt like an eternity, Maya stopped to check the time on her phone. “Well, shit… as fun as this is, I gotta get you to Sarah’s house”

Max let out a groan of protest. He was in no condition to be going anywhere, anytime soon. His entire body felt limp and it would likely be days before he could walk properly again. The tears in his eyes blocked his view of his sister as she stood up and bent over him. He felt her fingers grip his battered balls through his pants once more and felt a sudden, violent tug as she began dragging him towards the door by his balls. He felt his insides sloshing around with the movement. He couldn’t take the pain anymore and he finally turned his head to the side and felt his throat release. A powerful stream of vomit burst out from between his lips, soaking the right side of his face and spilling out all over the wood floor of his house.

“You disgusting fucking pig!” Maya shouted. She let go of his balls and raised her foot up, stomping down hard between his legs. Max felt his balls squash against the floor, a second, smaller wave of vomit bursting forth from his mouth again and leaving him coughing and dry heaving. Whatever had been left inside his body was now all over the floor and his cheek. “Well, would you look at that…” Maya said, more calm now. “Now your stomach is as empty as your brain!” Maya grabbed him by the left foot this time, and dragged him out the door without even bothering to grab his shoes.

Maya dragged Max out the door and into the backseat of her car, not wanting to get any vomit in her passenger seat. There was a fur covered towel in the back of her car which had been set down for her boyfriend’s dog. Maya got into the driver’s seat and started the car. She didn’t say anything to Max throughout the drive except for the occasional insult about how pathetic he looked with his face laying in dog hair.

When they finally arrived at Sarah’s house, Max was feeling better but was still in no condition to be walking. He heard Maya open the door and climb out of the car and immediately began to dread what she would do when she got to him. He saw the backseat door open next to his feet and felt his sister’s hands wrap around his ankles. Max slid across the dog hair covered towel as he was pulled from the car and thrown onto Sarah’s yard. He looked up and saw his sister staring down at him with a smirk.

“Have fun with your nerd shit!” Maya mocked before spitting on Max’s prone form. With that, she got back in the car and drove off, leaving Max laying in the grass.

Max managed to roll himself over and crawl to the front door. With great effort, he was able to push himself up so he was sitting upright on the doorstep. He wiped the remaining vomit off of his face and tried his best to make himself seem somewhat tidy. Finally, he grabbed the door handle and pulled himself to his feet. Walking would be incredibly difficult, but all he needed to do was get to his seat, something he could do quickly under the guise of trying not to be late.

Max took a deep breath before bursting through the door. The way he reached his seat could barely even be considered stumbling, much less walking. The most adequate description would probably be falling. He fell all the way from the doorway to his seat at the table, much to the surprise of the rest of the group.

Max looked around at the group. Sarah’s light brown hair was back in a ponytail with a green scrunchie and she was wearing her outfit from the day she’d showed up at Max’s house, the long green skirt that matched her eyes and the tight white t-shirt that hugged her chest and conformed to the shape of her breasts. Lily was in her black hoodie and a short, black skirt. Max wondered if that hoodie was glued to her body. He’d barely ever seen her without it. He just hoped she washed that thing regularly. Vanessa was wearing a white t-shirt that had been cropped, likely by her personally. The lower part of the shirt had been cut to show off her impressive abs and the sleeves had been cut off, though the sleeves seemed to have been cut a little too far to the point of showing off quite a lot of side boob. She also wore short maroon running shorts which, if she were standing, would likely show off the majority of her ass. Daphne was wearing a light blue sundress with floral patterns on it. The fabric was loose and thin, which gave off the appearance that the dress was simply draped over her naked form. The dress was also fairly low cut, revealing her excellent freckled cleavage.

Max was however, slightly disappointed. Despite her revealing outfits in the sessions prior, Jennifer was just wearing a loose black t-shirt with a white line design on the front. It was some kind pattern of wings and skulls with a cross in the middle. She wore the shirt so that it drooped down to the side, exposing her pale right shoulder. She also wore ripped, black jean shorts which clung tightly onto her legs, her thick, powerful thighs stretching out the tear holes.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Lily remarked, grinning at his disheveled state.

“Maaaaaxxx!!!” Shouted Daphne. She leaned in and gave him a tight hug. Her touch seemed to soothe Max’s aching body. Something about the warmth of her chest against his made him want this moment to last forever. After a moment, she let go and slid back into her seat. “I was so worried! Sarah and Jennifer told us all about how they found you on the floor last time! Are you okay? What happened?”

Max began to speak, but quickly stopped when he saw Lily glaring daggers at him. “I… uh… I fell… yeah, that’s what happened…”

“I take it that’s what happened to you outside just now too?” Jennifer asked, looking Max up and down.

“Huh?” Max tilted his head questioningly.

“Your clothes.” Jennifer gestured to Max’s chest. “They’re covered in grass stains. Did you fall when you were walking up to the door just now?”

“Uhh… y-yeah…” Max responded hesitantly.

“Your sister pushed you, didn’t she?” Sarah asked with a chuckle. “Your sister shoved you as she was dropping you off?”

“Uhhh… yep!” Max blushed with embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s what happened…”

Lily let out a snort. “What a loser… letting your sister push you around like that. You must be super weak, huh?” Her eyes drifted down Max’s torso and landed on the edge of the table, but Max knew what she was really looking at. Although it was obscured by Sarah’s smooth, wooden table, her eyes were lined up directly with Max’s crotch.

Max blushed as he was reminded of what Lily had done to him at the end of last Saturday’s session. As his mind wandered though, another memory came to mind. The mystery girl who had rubbed her foot on his crotch earlier last Saturday. He’d been trying to figure out who it had been and he’d come up with a theory. Max looked around the table again, at each of the suspects. Firstly, it physically couldn’t have been Sarah or Daphne as neither of them were lined up right and both had been away from the table at some point during that time.

The first real suspect was Jennifer. Although he’d initially hoped it was her while the foot was merely stroking his cock through his pants, those hopes had vanished when they had started stomping on his balls. Jennifer was definitely a possibility, especially since she’d mentioned previously having a boyfriend who she would consistently hurt the nuts of, and she’d kneed Max’s nuts later that day (even if that was an accident born of surprise). On top of that, the girl’s foot had started pressing into his balls exactly when he’d began looking at Jennifer’s chest, which Jennifer had admitted to knowing about him doing. That being said, Max was fairly confident it was not Jennifer. Her demeanor after finding him on the ground seemed incredibly genuine and she’d been incredibly helpful afterwards, far too helpful for someone who wanted to hurt him in secret.

Next, was Vanessa. She’d been heavily involved in Lily’s trap and would easily have been able to hide her reaction the best out of all the girls since Max didn’t know her very well. However, Max was pretty sure it wasn’t her either. She’d seemed so shy and working his crotch over with her foot under the table would be a major step for someone she’d just met.

Finally, there was Lily. Lily was Max’s main suspect. She had an overall distain towards men and certainly took issue with Max even if she tolerated him within the confines of their weekly D&D meetings. She was repeatedly malicious towards men’s genitals in and out of the game, going as far as to kick a guy between the legs for the simple crime of interrupting their last session. On top of all of this though, was the fact that she had seemingly intentionally slammed the edge of a door into Max’s crotch after the session and then just left him there to stew in his own pain. She matched all the profile requirements for the girl who had mysteriously ground her foot on his groin last session, but he couldn’t be completely sure it was her unless she tried it again.

“Should uhh…” Vanessa started off, her big eyes looking around the table with concern as if she wasn’t sure if it was her turn to speak. “Shall we begin?”

“Absolutely!” Sarah said excitedly. Her eyelids drooped as she lowered her head and raised up her hands. “You all wake up in a large, barred off room, a jail cell. The walls are made of solid stone and the bars are made of metal thick enough to stop a charging gorgon in its tracks. Outside of the cell, there’s a hallway with about six other jail cells, though you get the idea that there are far more jail cells in this area past the door at the end of the hallway to your left. In the jail cell across from you, there lies the largest orc any of you have ever seen, sleeping peacefully on the ground, surrounded by rats who seem freshly startled by each of his powerful snores. He wears a loincloth made of a thick hide you don’t recognize and has heavy pieces of armor. Instead of wearing the armor though, he’s using the large metal plates to prop his head up like a pillow. To the left of his jail cell is another cell, filled with about eight tiefling women with varying colorful skin tones. They’re dressed incredibly skimpily in feather covered outfits that resemble a peacock, giving you the idea that they are likely sex workers. Now while in this town prostitution is not illegal, prostitution on the streets outside of the confines of a registered brothel, is. The problem with this law is that it makes it very difficult to make money as a prostitute, as all registered brothels take a large cut of the money their workers earn, leaving the workers barely enough money to get by. To the left of that, there is another cell, but you can’t see who or what is in there. You can’t see into the cell directly next to you, but you can smell the stench of death emanating from it. To your right, there is a door leading to a small room labeled ‘confiscated equipment’ and to the right of that is a doorway leading into spiral staircase.”

“So are we just sitting here?” Lily asked, seemingly slightly annoyed.

“Yep!” Sarah confirmed with a smile. “Now would probably be a good time to role play and get to know each other’s characters.”

Daphne spoke first. “Well before we get into that, what does everyone look like? We sort of briefly went over that in the tavern, but we didn’t go super in detail. As most of you know, I like to make a drawing of the party, so this is kind of important…”

“Would you like to go first?” Max asked, prompting Daphne’s eyes to light up.

“Sure! So I’m a pink tiefling with short little horns and long, dark brown hair. I’m about 5’ 6” and have a skinny build, but I seem a little taller because of the horns. Also, I’m wearing these dark blue, three inch heels! I have various little armor plates covering my body, but not a lot so it doesn’t restrict movement. Just on the shins, forearms, and chest. Overtop of that is some elaborate, purple robes, purple matching my eyes and lipstick, with gold accents and bits of sapphire woven into the fabric! The robe itself has a big hood which I keep down, and goes to about my waist before separating off into six separate long strips of cloth, which leaves room for my long, pointy pink tail to move and sway freely out of the strips. The sleeves leave my shoulders and upper arms exposed, but loop back down and wrap around my forearms, covering the armor plates.”

“Perfect!” Max congratulated, grinning wide at how excited Daphne was to share her character. “My guy is a muscular human, about 5’ 8”, with about medium length, shaggy black hair and a short, dark beard. he has bruising on his face, biceps, and presumably the rest of his body even though you can’t see it. He wears ragged, torn old clothes He has these loose fitting dark gray pants with a variety of pockets, a belt, and a light tan tunic with the sleeves torn off and some brown wrapped around the chest. The belts have an assortment of clips for items, but nothing is on them. He also has these battered and bloody bandages around his hands, wrists, and lower forearms which he’s using as boxing wraps.”

“I’ll go next!” Announced Lily, before anyone could say about Max’s character. “My gal is a tall, sexy elf! She’s got short, blonde hair and wears this big, black cloak. On the inside of the cloak are twelve, shiny daggers-“

“They took your daggers” Sarah intervened, not wanting them to forget where their characters were.

“Fuck!” Lily growled. “Anyways, there’s supposed to be twelve shiny, amazing daggers. Under the cloak, she wears this black lace corset that pushes up her fantastic tits! She also has these black booty shorts- now I know shorts are inaccurate to this setting, but it gets hot out there and I refuse to believe it’s impossible to find some small black pants she can customize. Ooh! Also she has these black, spiked, platform boots. Anyways, that’s my character!”

“Oookay…” Sarah said after a brief pause. “Vanessa, you wanna tell us about your character?”

“O-oh… alright!” Vanessa said, settling into her chair and grinning, seeming to overcome the awkwardness from the start of the session. Well my girl is a small halfling, about 3’ 2”. She has this messy, light brown hair and a green cloak. Underneath the cloak, she has leather armor covering her all over, but she keeps the cloak closed up tight with some leather straps, so she kind of looks like those little hooded guys from Star Wars. Well, but of course my character has her hood down. She also has this spot on her back for her bow to strap on, but they obviously took my bow.” This comment triggered a slight, playful glare from Lily. “Oh, she also has these brown boots with straps that go up to just below her knees.”

Everyone at the table then turned to Jennifer, who seemed like she had spaced out. “Oh, am I next? Alright,” she began “so my character is a half orc who’s about 6’ 4” and has light gray skin. She’s got these long, dark braids and wears shiny, scaly metal armor over most of her body. She’s leaves her bulging biceps uncovered, but her shins, thighs, forearms, shoulders, and chest are all covered with thick, metal armor. Her breastplate specifically has uh…” Jennifer blushed slightly as she tried to formulate the words. “Okay, so this is gonna sound a little weird, but do you know boob armor? It’s like an armor chest plate that conforms to the shape of the wearer’s breast… like this…” Jennifer tugged on her black t-shirt, pulling it close to her body and shaping it around her absolutely gigantic chest. She pulled the middle of her shirt between her breasts, separating them and causing the design on the front of her shirt to disappear in a valley of gorgeousness.

Max couldn’t take his eyes away. He thought he’d be missing out on what was happening beneath her clothes today, but this display was leaving little to Max’s imagination, and what was left to his imagination was filled with the most vivid and beautiful images Max could ever dream up. His face was red and he could feel the burning in his cheeks practically melting the skin off his face, but he didn’t care. This view was worth every second of it.

“Anyways,” Jennifer took her hands away from her shirt, letting the cloth flop away from her body, but she didn’t pull the front of it from between her breasts, leaving a clear line of soft delightfulness for Max to gawk at. “A lot of people have complained that it’s unrealistic or impractical because it funnels attacks to the center of the chest, but that’s the most heavily armored part, so I don’t see the issue. Also regardless, it looks badass and my character has it. She’s also a bit of a… bustier woman, so she could use some extra space in that area”

“Woohoo!” Lily cheered, “Big boob squad for the win!” She gave Jennifer a high five before settling back into her seat.

“Shall we move onto roleplay?” Sarah asked the group. Everyone nodded along, but Max’s eyes were still taking over the flowing indents of Jennifer’s shirt as is it moved with her shifts in her seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off her chest. That is until he felt the familiar sensation of a foot creeping up his inner thigh.