Andi Crushes Her Crush's Balls

Hey guys, this is a quick one-shot story but I'd be open to doing a second part if anyone wants it. Please leave any feedback you have, I'd really like to know what I can do better.

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Andi was loving karate.

It had only been a few weeks since she started but she was a fast learner. Being the shy, non-confrontational girl that she was, she was hesitant when her friend Katie had asked her to come along, but she was glad she did. Learning about the natural power in her body gave her a lot of confidence.

It was this extra confidence that meant that after a while she decided to try to make conversation with Sean. He was in Andi’s class at school but he’d never really noticed her. She noticed him, though. To put it simply, he was a stud. On the football team, same story as always - the quintessential high school heartthrob. When he’d started coming to karate lessons, it was Andi’s dream come true. But she needed something to talk to him about, and she kept drawing blanks.

One afternoon, before class, Andi had arrived early and was the only person at the dojo. She hadn’t changed into her karate gear yet, still clad in a simple black t-shirt and tight leggings. She was sitting on the bench at the edge of the mats when Sean walked over and sat on the next bench down. They didn’t even make eye contact, but her heartbeat started to speed up. This was a chance to talk to him one on one! Her mind raced and her eyes darted around to find a conversation topic. Her attention was caught by what Sean was holding - a hard, domed piece of plastic. It was - Oh God, it was his groin guard. Now she was thinking about his groin. Before she had a chance to decide whether this was a weird thing to talk about, she had already blurted it out.

‘Hey, you ever wonder how well those things work? Like, do they even do anything?’

Sean looked up in surprise. Evidently, he’d barely known Andi was there. ‘Oh, hey… Andi, right? Uh, you mean this thing?’ He held up the cup, uncertain where she was going with this.

Andi didn’t know where she was going either. She was sure she’d fucked everything up, but there was no going back now. ‘Uh, yeah! Do you really think it can stop it from hurting when you get hit down there? I bet it doesn’t even hurt that much anyway.’

Sean was defensive. ‘Well yeah, a girl would think that! You don’t have to worry about it.’

Andi’s common sense told her to shut up, but she doubled down. ‘You know what? I don’t think they test those things. They could be useless and you wouldn’t know until…’ She’d just had a terrible idea. This would probably be the best chance she’d ever have to make physical contact with Sean’s genitals.

‘Until… What?… Oh. Sure, but that’s not gonna happen much.’ Sean was visibly uncomfortable now, subconsciously pressing his legs together.

‘Do you really want to find out it doesn’t work in the middle of a fight? I think it would be better to know for sure. I could… help you’.

Sean had had enough. ‘It works fine! I don’t need to test it!’

Andi felt an unfamiliar twinge. Was she… actually *enjoying* making him squirm? She pressed further. ‘If you’re so sure the cup works then you won’t mind me testing it. What’s the matter, are you scared?’

That did it. Sean, 6 feet tall, the massive, muscle-bound footballer, wasn’t going to admit that he was scared of the small, mousy girl who had barely managed to speak to him. He was - he valued his testicles - but he valued his masculine pride more. ‘Ugh. Fine. But I’m telling you, this is pointless.’ He stood up and turned away from Andi to slip the cup in.

Andi couldn’t believe that had worked. Hell, she couldn’t believe she *wanted* it to work. But somehow the idea of pounding the source of the manliness that she was so drawn to was seeming more enticing by the minute. She stood up as well, pulling her brown hair into a ponytail and adjusting her glasses. She may have been small, but her physique was impressive - most notably the toned thighs that her leggings put on full display. She knew how strong she was, and now Sean did too - He eyed her up and down, trying unsuccessfully not to let himself be aroused.

Andi was squealing internally. It was obvious that Sean was into her. And here she was about to kick the crap out of the boy she’d been longing to get close to. ‘Come on, spread your legs or I can’t get a clear shot! Don’t you want the test to be accurate?’

‘Yeah, but do you have to kick, like, hard? We can still test with softer kicks, right?’

‘Nuh-uh, we’re doing this properly. And what are you even worried about? You’re protected!’

Sean took a deep breath and spread his legs. Andi assumed a fighting stance, one dainty bare foot back, fists raised in front of her chest, which seemed to be drawing Sean’s attention. Had he always been such a perv?

While Sean was distracted, Andi saw her chance to strike. She swung her knee up and snapped out her lower leg, smacking the top of her foot into the plastic covering Sean’s gonads, nearly lifting him off the floor. He doubled over with an *oof*, but remained standing. ‘There. How was that? You look okay.’ Andi stood back and observed Sean’s recovery.

‘Yeah… See… Hardly felt it’, Sean said between heavy breaths.

Andi clapped twice. ‘Great! Let’s try another!’

‘Hey, wait a -’ Sean didn’t get to finish his sentence as Andi grabbed his shoulders and slammed her knee into the fork of his legs. He bent over slightly again as Andi’s foot returned to the floor, then sprang up again as she pistoned her knee into his armoured manhood twice more. He clutched his groin and gritted his teeth, which Andi took as a sign that she’d at least done some damage.

After he was able to stand and speak normally, Andi wanted to know the results. ‘So? Did it hurt less than it does without a cup?’

‘Um… Yeah, definitely. I reckon it hurts way more without.’

Andi’s eyes narrowed. ‘You reckon?’

‘Oh! I mean, yeah, it does, definitely.’

‘...You’ve never been kicked in the balls before.’

‘No, I swear I have -’

‘How are we supposed to do a test with no control group?’ Andi shook her head. ‘Guess I’m gonna have to hurt you for real now. Sorry!’ She grinned. This just got even better. ‘You’re not gonna need that cup for this part.’

‘No fucking way. Why would I ever let you do that? I’m keeping it on’.

This was difficult, but Andi had a plan. Sean was flushed, and his eyes kept darting down to her chest and legs. She could use his sexuality against him. She tried a seductive smile - this was all still new to her - as she pulled Sean closer. ‘Hey, how about we make a deal? You take it off… and I take this off.’ She tugged at her t-shirt, lifting it just high enough for Sean to peek at her bra. Andi still couldn’t believe she was doing this - It was all her fantasies coming true at once. She admired the hunk of a guy before her as he weighed his options.

‘...Okay. I’ll do it. But you take the shirt off first.’

Andi smirked. She was going to make him regret that decision. She puled her shirt off over her head, exposing her cleavage, which was impressive for a small girl. She nodded to Sean, who hesitated before reluctantly removing his cup. ‘Do you really have to do this?’ he tried. ‘We can just go have some fun at my place if you want.’

A day earlier, Andi would have jumped at that chance. But this was giving her an indescribable rush that nothing else could come close to. ‘Come on. The sooner you spread your legs, the sooner I’ll be done.’

Sean obeyed. Andi stepped back and with all her strength let fly another snap kick that annihilated Sean’s unprotected sack. She felt his gonads distort, crushed between her midnight blue-polished toes and his pubic bone. He yelped in pain and dropped to the ground, where he curled up, whimpering. Andi lifted her foot and gently stepped on Sean’s side, silently declaring victory. ‘I guess you were right then! The cup really does work.’

Sean only moaned in response. Andi continued, ‘That was fun! And I’m glad we got it figured out. I guess that means that’s it for the experiment…’ - Sean breathed a sigh of relief - ‘...But here’s the thing. This is fun. So I’m going to keep kicking you. Just because I fucking want to.’ Andi could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. She’d discovered a whole new side to herself, and she was loving it. She rolled Sean onto his back, pried his fingers away from his crotch and punted him in the balls again. She held her foot in place, grinding her heel in, feeling the contours of his genitals though his thin pants. Sean grabbed her ankle and tried hard to pull it away, but his strength was being sapped by the sweet little thing who was gleefully demolishing his manhood.

After a few minutes, Andi relented. Sean was able to get to his feet, but the second he did, he was met with another knee between the legs. ‘I was almost forgetting, Sean! This is karate class! I should be practising my moves!’ Andi shifted on to her left leg, pivoted, pulled her right leg up to her chest and thrust it out to her side, connecting squarely with Sean’s groin and knocking him off his feet. She feigned a stomp, but stopped before she connected. Sean flinched. Andi giggled. Then she lifted her knee to her chest and stomped him for real, squashing his big testicles out to either side of her foot. She wiggled it from left to right, smiling when he winced.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. She only had a few minutes before the others would start showing up. She had to make them count. She knelt between his legs and cupped his scrotum in her left hand. ‘Andi, please -’ Sean started, but she ignored his terrified pleas and squeezed. Sean screamed, the pitch getting higher as Andi’s grip tightened. His eyes started to water. His whole body felt the immense pain. Andi was almost ecstatic. She squeezed with all her might and twisted his sack. Just as he felt like he was about to be neutered, she let him go and stood up.

‘Thanks, Sean! I had no idea how much fun this would be. I’ll let you get up now, we have a karate class in a few minutes!’ She pulled off her leggings and slipped into her karate gear as Sean slowly recovered on the ground. Now that he wasn’t in immediate distress, all the fear was turning to anger. When he was finally able to stand, he struggled towards Andi, balling up his fist. ‘You - bitch - I’ll -’ Andi spun around and with reflexes like lightning she balled up her own fist and gently tapped Sean’s nuts. He collapsed again.

At this moment, the doors opened and the other students began to enter. Sean slowly pulled himself up onto the bench and put his groin guard back in.

The class passed uneventfully. Andi and Sean were never paired up. On the way out the door, Andi hung back and tugged on Sean’s arm. Once everyone else was out of earshot, she said ‘Thanks again. That was fucking amazing! I feel like a different person.’ It was true. Andi had never been so confident in her life.

‘Fuck you’. Sean scowled.

Andi smirked. She cocked her hip to the side and rested her hand there. ‘Oh, would you like to?’

Sean opened his mouth to tell her to fuck off but stopped. He considered her words. ‘…Yeah, actually.’

‘Well, let’s head for your place, big boy! I hope those balls still work!’ She tapped his crotch playfully. This seemed like it could be the start of a beautiful thing.