A soccer game

The other team meandered onto the field slowly, talking amongst themselves. As the closer few girls got nearby he heard the taller one laughing to the other two, "...will at least take the boys on their team out. I used to kick my brother there all the time when he was being annoying and he'd be out of it for like 30 minutes"

Guesses of what they were talking about ran through his mind. It had to be about kicking boys in the balls, right? Were they planning on doing it in this game? A nervous excitement filled his abdomen. Could he get racked by one of these girls out in front of everyone? He hadn't been kicked yet. He imagined it often. Wondered how bad the pain could really be. He'd hit himself lightly in the balls to see before, but it wasn't the same. He looked the three girls up and down and imagined it now.

They were all slimly built and athletic but their soccer uniforms were tight on their chests. He could see the shape of them. All three had long legs coming from their short shorts. Tanned and muscular. He imaged two of them holding him up, forcing his legs spread while the other took aim. The crowd watching, waiting. Seeing what was about to happen and watching in suspense, waiting for the horrible act to be done to him and his sensitive area. The girl on his team annoyed she was losing a player but not helping herself from laughing at his pain.

No. He shook his head a little and tried not to get too carried away. The ball was on the field now. The game was beginning. He tried to focus on the play.

It wasn't long before a kick arced the ball across the field to one of the three girls near him. He ran towards it and intercepted it right in front of her. He ran it a short distance before passing to a team mate for it to be run back up the other end.

He looked towards her smugly. She looked mildly annoyed. Did she look down at his groin?

As the half time sounded he was disappointed she hadn't tried anything. He walked back with his team thinking about her. She really was beautiful. He was excited to at least be marking her again. Being close to her. Watching her shapely ass as she ran. The way her top hugged her body. Going not quite see-through as she sweated. Maybe he could come in contact with her. Make it look like an accident in the play. Feel her body. Touch that ass.

When they walked back on he went towards her smiling. Eyeing her up openly. She gave him a questioning look at turned away.

They were both running for the ball. He swerved a little, getting in front of her. As he reached the ball he slowed to gather it with his feet and felt her run into his back. He felt her hard shoulder and soft chest come in contact with him. Her momentum threw him off balance and he tripped forward over the ball. He spun around and saw her starting to take off the opposite way with the ball. He got in close. Got a foot on the ball and...yes... let his hand brush up the inside of her thigh as their feet fought over the ball between them. His hand quickly went up to the V in her legs and he felt her body jump as his fingers came in contact with her. He played it off like an accident, but looked up briefly to her face. He saw her eyes wide with shock or anger. Saw them focus on his groin. The overheard talk before the game had slipped his mind till now. He felt a rush as it came back to him. She looked angry. She looked right at his weak spot. Maybe if he just...?

He turned his body more face on with her. Spread his legs wider. Her eyes didn't leave his groin. He wanted the opportunity to present itself for her. And then he saw her step forward.

Shock spread through his body immediately. There was no crunching sound like in the movies he'd seen. Just a muffled thump. Quiet for the immensity it had on him. They both looked down and watched her bony knee lowering from the bulge in his pants. He looked back up to her face and saw her watching the emotions play across his own face, a smug smile lifting the side of her mouth.

The soccer game faded around him. With the swift movement of her knee all he was able to care about in the world was the sensations emanating from his dangling organs. His lower abdomen knotted up and air rushed out of his mouth in a wheeze. He couldn't breathe. He felt sick. Had he wanted this?

The shocked expression on his face gave way to pain and fear and a blush of shame colouring his face red. Fear swept through him. She had hit him hard. Much harder than he'd ever experienced before. He had felt his testicles take the full blow between her hard knee and his pelvis. There was no give to the bony surfaces. He imagined the distortion of the testicles of the rubbery testicles as they absorbed all that force. Had she permanently damaged him? Had he just had his balls popped in front of everyone? His life irreversibly changed with her casual little act?

Through the pain and shame anger rose. She had put him through all this for a soccer game? May have just left him as a eunuch for life to win a silly game for the local B grade competition? She probably wouldn't even remember the game in a few weeks - he might never father children. Never have sex. Lose his muscular body. Become a story people pity and joke about.

He was bending forward at the waist now. His legs felt weak and he thought he might throw up. But he wanted to take that confident little smile off he face. She knew she had done something terrible to him and she didn't care. She was happy with herself. He straightened back up and saw disappointment flash across her face. He hadn't gone down like that other girls brother. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction to see him sprawl unceremoniously holding himself. He would... he felt the thump again. Her hand was on his shoulder now. Knee held momentarily pressing his abused balls up into his own body a second time. The fight left him. He dropped to the ground only dimly aware of the hard hit to his head doing so. He couldn't make a sound.

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