That's What Friends Are For, part 3

It was a little over a week later. Sophie had made plans to come hang out with my sister, but I was hoping that was just part of her motive. She said a cheery ‘Hi!’ when she came in, in her jeggings and grey form-fitting t-shirt, but she didn’t talk much to me for a few hours. I was losing hope until that afternoon she excused herself from a conversation with my mother and walked over to me. We made small talk for a minute before she lowered her voice. ‘I’m pretty stressed. Let’s go somewhere a little less open,’ she whispered. I nodded, heart suddenly beating twice as fast, as we headed for my bedroom.

‘What’s, uh, been happening?’ I asked as nonchalantly as I could muster through my growing excitement. I shut the bedroom door behind us.

Sophie sighed. ‘It’s my brother again. His stupid friends are constantly trying to perv on me like they think I don’t notice or something, and he thinks it’s hilarious. He even stole my towel while I was showering so I couldn’t leave the bathroom without them seeing me. I wish I could just crush their stupid… sorry. I just really need to blow off some steam.’

‘So, do you, want to…’

‘Yes! I mean, if that’s okay. Are you still sure? I don’t hurt you too bad?’

‘It’s fine. You can use me as a stand-in for all the boys you want to do this to.’ It wasn’t until after I said this that I realised how many boys that could be.

Sophie nodded. ‘Okay, but I won’t do it as hard as before. And please, stop me if I go too far. I like you! I don’t wanna, like, break anything.’ I was glad that my briefs were tight enough that my erection wouldn’t show through my board shorts as she lifted her knee and gently nudged my thighs apart, then planted her bare feet on the floor and her hands on my shoulders. In that moment I stopped being a friend she worried about and became an amalgamation of every pair of testicles that had ever caused her discomfort. Eyes suddenly flaming, she swung her leg back and slammed her knee into my nuts. Ignoring my moan, she pinned me against the wall and let knee after knee fly, lifting me off the ground with each strike. If I could, I would have fallen after the second hit, but Sophie held me up as she dealt ten, twenty, thirty crushing blows to my manhood, her aggression growing with each one.

After maybe 45 perfect knees I couldn’t take it anymore. ‘Stop, please,’ I gasped. Sophie instantly snapped out of her rage and stopped halfway through her hit, suspending me on her thigh. Horrified at what she’d just done, she stepped back and I collapsed, clutching my throbbing balls.

‘Oh my God, I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to just keep going like that! You must think I’m a fucking psychopath! I’ll never do that to you again, I swear.’

I tried to hide the excruciating pain. I didn’t want her to stop for my benefit. ‘It’s ok, it’s ok, you just need to do this more often, learn to control it.’

‘Wow, thank you so much. You’re the most understanding person I know. I can’t believe you’d let me do this, but it’s the best therapy I’ve ever had.’

I was starting to recover now. ‘Um, do you want to keep going? I’m happy to take a few more.’

Sophie’s eyes sparkled. ‘Oh, you’re the best. I swear I’ll control myself this time.’

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Sophie seemed open to this suggestion as she carefully placed her sole on my scrotum, forcing my now-swollen testicles apart. I jumped as she dug in with her heel, but I was grateful that she did, as her pink-polished toes were barely an inch away from discovering my rock-hard shaft.

After a minute she lifted off and gave my sack a few light taps with the top of her foot, clearly testing her own limits. The next few were harder, and the third set made me flinch with each one. ‘Is this okay? I’m not sure it’s working for me.’ Her genuine concern and her obvious delight in my pain were such a sexy combination.

‘Kick as hard as you like. I’m here to help you.’ Sure, I was getting something else out of it, but I was genuinely glad to be helping her.

Getting a new idea, Sophie took a few steps back from where I lay. Then she half-jogged forward and on the last step swung her big toe into my right nut. I wasn’t prepared for the sharp pain of a precision hit and I curled up again. I knew I’d be covered in bruises tomorrow.

Sophie helped me up onto my bed and sat down next to me. She sighed. ‘I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t like hurting a good friend like you, but at the same time it’s so empowering to control a man so easily. I love knowing that the thing that makes men strong also makes them weak. Still, I hate doing this to someone who doesn’t deserve it, you know?’

‘It’s okay. I know you don’t have any other way to let this all out. I’ll always be right here if you’re feeling down, okay?’

‘Thanks so much. If there’s anything I can do to pay you back, just let me know.’ She hugged me tightly, and I felt Sophie’s soft breasts press into my side before she got up and left my room. That hug alone was all the payment I’d ever need.

Our ‘sessions’ continued whenever Sophie needed a release, which turned out to be every few days. We usually had to make them short so my family wouldn’t wonder what we were doing. My sister had her suspicions, but Sophie always had an excuse for why she kept disappearing. I noticed that after a while, her two attitudes were starting to blend - She wasn’t scared to hurt me so much anymore, but she never lost control. She was starting to fully enjoy the power she held over men, even if she only exercised it through me. I was also getting less careful with hiding my enjoyment of the sessions, and she was picking up on it. Thankfully, though, she seemed too caught up in her ‘stress relief’ to mind. If her foot brushed against my erection, either she didn’t notice or she’d just ignore it.

And so that’s how I ended up lying on my bed with my testicles under Sophie’s boot. My day only got better from there.