An Unfortunate Tennis Match

Hanna had just finished taping up her racket for practice when she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. As she looked up her eyes went wide. A new boy had walked in, carrying his own bag of rackets which he set down next to the nearest bench. Tall with an athletic build, Hanna was having trouble keeping her eyes off of him. It didn't help that when he sat down next to his bag, his bulge was clearly visible through his thin white tennis shorts. Hanna started to go red in the face as she felt her own groin start to feel a bit less dry. Lost in her own thoughts, she jumped as she felt something jab into her ribs.


“Enjoying the view are we?” A female voice blurted out, evidently trying to stifle laughter.


Feeling her face go even redder with embarrassment, Hanna quickly turned to her side. A wave of relief came over her as she realized it was her doubles partner Julie that had poked her. Hanna had been so preoccupied with her own thoughts she hadn't heard her walk over. A brunette with a fiery personality, Julie was often the attention of the boys that came by the tennis club. You couldn't blame them, as she had a body that even made Hanna take notice sometimes. Wide hips, round butt, perky C-cup breasts and a stunning face to match. It didn't help that Julie completely played into it with how she dressed most days, the current outfit being a pair of skin-tight gray leggings and a sports bra that was probably a size too small. Hanna often had to fight off feelings of jealousy when it came to her friend's body, not that her own was anything to scoff at. Standing at 5'11 with an athletic build, her long legs and firm butt definitely played in her favor, but like most athletic girls she lacked in the chest department. This fueled her mild jealousy of Julie – while not built well for the sport, she had a classic feminine figure that boys went nuts for. Hanna couldn't help but be envious of the attention she received from the opposite sex.


“Shut up! People are going to hear you, I don't want you broadcasting to the entire club!” Hanna said as she returned her attention back to her rackets.


“Well maybe make it a bit less obvious when you're feasting with your eyes then champ. Although I'm not sure if I can blame you... he's quite a specimen” Julie said, brushing her hair back. “Usually I'd take a crack at him, but after what happened on my most recent date with a boy from this club I think I'll probably pass for now.”


Hanna began to giggle, remembering the story her friend was referencing. Another player named Mark had asked Julie out for drinks after one of their practices and had gotten a little bit too handsy with her at the bar. His palm had barely begun to feel what was under her tennis skirt before he received a swift knee to the family jewels. Hanna had watched the entire exchange from across the room, sighing to herself at the boy's stupidity. You don't mess with a girl as confident as Julie, she thought as she watched Mark cradle his groin. She couldn't help but find it a bit funny. These tennis boys walked around with their chests puffed out all day, and all it took was one quick knee from her friend to turn this one into a quivering mess. “Is it a surprise to you that I'm good at hitting balls, Mark? I thought that would be obvious given we play each other weekly. If you forget again, I won't be so nice. I'll be using your balls for my next practice” Julie said as she lifted her skirt slightly. Despite the pain he was in, Mark couldn't help but look up at Julie's camel toe perfectly outlined in her white compression shorts. She gave herself a quick slap between the legs, almost as if she wanted to rub in the humiliation she had caused him before sauntering away.


“I think the boys' balls would probably appreciate that,” laughed Hanna as she snapped back to the present moment. “Who is he though?”


“His name is John, he's actually quite a good player. Junior national champ I think, about to turn professional. You should see if he wants to play!” Julie said with a twinkle in her eye.


Hanna paused, her face starting to turn red once again. She would love to play against John as it would be great practice. She herself was a state champ, not quite on his level but she would at least be able to hang with him. The tennis wasn't the issue though – she was hesitating because she thought he was cute. Julie picked up on her friend's body language and took charge. “Hey John! Come over here!” Julie shouted across the court.


“What are you doing?!” Hanna blurted out as she turned to Julie with a look that was a mixture of anxiety and anger.


“Just getting the ball rolling. I know you, you think he's cute and you'll spend the next 6 months crushing on him without saying anything. Well not this time, I have a plan.” Julie said. “Just trust me.”


John walked over to the bench the two girls were sitting at. “What's up Julie?” he said.


“John, this is my good friend Hanna. She's the current girls state champ and she'd like to play a match with you to test herself. Would you be interested?”


“Maybe another time Julie, I just finished training for the day and I'm exhausted.”


“Well you didn't let me finish my proposition John. I was going to say you should make it a little more interesting. If Hanna wins, you take her on a date. If you win... well let's just say I'll show you a good time” Julie said seductively, pushing her breasts together with her arms as she leaned forward. “Seems like a win-win for you, no?”


John looked over at Hanna. While not the most well-endowed, she was still gorgeous. Long, muscular legs and an athletic butt all highlighted by the fact that she was only wearing black compression shorts. He felt himself grow a bit hard as he glanced between her legs quickly. Hanna noticed the slight increase in the size of his bulge and began to get excited. Clearly he thinks I'm attractive, she thought to herself.


“Well when you give me an offer like that, how could I refuse?” John said as she shifted his eyes away from Hanna's groin.


“Great, it's a bet!” Julie exclaimed. “Go over to your side of the court, I want to talk strategy with Hanna before the match.” John walked over to the other side of the court, just leaving Hanna and Julie.


“Julie, what are you doing? He's better than I am, you're just gonna end up blowing him in the bathroom! There's no chance we end up going on a date if it means I have to beat him out here first.” Hanna said with a tinge of disappointment.


“Don't you think I thought of that? I have a way to even the odds girl. You just play as normal and I'll take care of the rest. Oh, and if I give you the signal to serve at his body, do it okay?” Julie said as she jogged away. Hanna stood there, realizing she really had no choice but to trust her friend. She watched Julie as she ran by John and 'accidentally' backhanded him straight in the nuts. Julie feigned surprise and concern as she pretended she didn't know what she had just done, as John collapsed onto the ground holding his now aching testicles. Hanna giggled to herself as she realized what her friend's plan was.


“Oops, sorry John!” said Julie as she placed her hands over her own crotch, feigning sympathy. “I meant to tap your stomach, are the boys okay?”


“Y-yeah, they're fine. I think” said John as he struggled back to this feet.


“I guess after all this tennis practice my hands just gravitate towards balls. Let me check them real quick before your match” she said as she reached down his shorts and grabbed his balls gently. Julie felt him get a bit aroused from her touch, grazing his shaft as she withdrew her hand. She enjoyed being a tease, and hopefully it would distract John during the upcoming game. “They seem intact, good luck in your game!” she said as she pranced away, making sure her ass jiggled as much as possible to throw him off even further.


Finally, the match started. Despite John's clearly hobbled movement due to his aching balls, he was still able to handily win the first of the three sets by a score of 6-3. Catching her breath in between sets, Julie came over to Hanna to adjust their plan.


“He's too good, Julie” Hanna said as she wiped off her face. “I can't beat him even with what you did to him.”


“Well, just means we have to up the ante. I've always told you if you want to control a boy, you either do it with his dick or his balls. You handle the former, and I'll take the latter. By that I mean distract him with your body in between points. It'll work, trust me. I know you saw him staring at your crotch earlier.” Julie whispered to her. Hanna was uncomfortable with the plan, being rather shy naturally. However, she was also highly competitive and that was starting to take over. She walked back to the line to begin the second set.


As John was getting ready to serve, she started adjusting her sports bra, giving him a glimpse of her breast. Even from across the court she could see his eyes widen. She grinned to herself, knowing she had him. She spread her legs out wide, wider than she normally would have to return a serve. John got an ample view of the compression-clad groin he had been staring at earlier. Unable to focus he served several balls in a row into the net. It was working, Hanna thought to herself.


She found herself serving for the set soon enough. She was slightly worried as her distraction technique hadn't worked nearly as well when she was the one serving. She walked up to the line to serve, weighing her options.

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WHACK!
A noise like a cracking whip came out of nowhere. A tennis ball rocketed in from the other court, smashing into John's already battered testicles with tremendous speed. He collapsed onto the ground, heaving for air that didn't seem to want to come. Hanna looked over at the other court, only to see Julie winking at her. She had done it on purpose! Hanna wanted to win, but this seemed like a bit much. John hadn't done anything wrong, and he certainly didn't deserve a full speed serve to the junk. Hanna rushed over to him as he lay on the ground.


“Are you okay?” she yelled as she approached. “That was quite a shot you took there.”
John was still struggling to get air in. “I'm okay,” he wheezed. “Just give me a minute and I'll be ready to go.”


“If you say so,” Hanna said struggling to contain her laughter. “Maybe we should grab some new balls after this set eh?” Her statement surprised her. A minute ago she had felt so bad for him. Now it was like something else had taken over, like she was enjoying the situation. She was normally intimidated by boys like him, athletic and handsome. But seeing him on the ground, cradling his nuts and struggling to get air in, made her feel strangely... powerful. She had taken similar shots to her own groin in the past and had felt almost nothing, despite only wearing tight Nike compression shorts most of the time (which offered little padding). Seeing him on the ground like this made her very aware of the power she had over men, if she utilized their weaknesses properly. She suddenly understood why Julie was so confident with boys. She knew they couldn't control their dicks, and dressed in a way that allowed her to manipulate them at will. If they got to out of hand, she immediately went for the two dangling bits below. Hanna walked away with a newfound clarity of the world, checking back to see if John was watching her strut away. He was! Even with his nuts nearly shattered, he couldn't resist checking him out. She had never felt this powerful.


Given John's state, she easily won the set. Julie came over once again to talk. “I think you've got him sis,” she giggled, “I bet his sack looks like it has two actual tennis balls in it at this point. So I'll give you the option, do you want to end this now or play it out normally?”


“What do you mean, end this now?” Hannah said, not knowing what her friend meant.


“I can give you an opening, and you can take your own shot at his balls if you'd like. I seriously doubt he'll be able to walk if he takes another, he'll have to forfeit.” said Julie.


Hanna was shocked she found herself considering it. Normally such a thing would never cross her mind, but something had changed. She was hungry for the feeling of power she had over John earlier in the match. “Let's do it,” she said, much to her own surprise. “What's your plan?”


“Oh, don't worry about it. Just aim your first serve at his body. Well not quite his body, if you know what I mean.” said Julie as she tapped her own crotch. Hanna nodded, barely containing her excitement. She walked back to the court to begin the set, it being her serve this time. She bounced the ball a few times, and let loose one of the hardest serves of her life straight at John's midline.


What Hanna wasn't able to see was that Julie had moved to behind the court. She had somehow changed from her leggings into a short tennis skirt, in itself enough so cause a distraction. John couldn't help but stare from the other side of the court. Suddenly, she yanked off her sports bra, pretending she was changing into one that was drier. All John saw was her beautiful chest finally bouncing free in the air. His eyes were so glued to the scene that he hadn't noticed Hanna begin her service motion. He barely even heard the crack of the ball. His gaze still locked on a smiling, topless Julie, he never had time to brace for the tennis ball that had just bounced off the ground and slammed into his already swollen sack at full speed. His eyes bugged out of his head, still somehow focused on Julie until he collapsed onto the ground.


Hanna couldn't believe her eyes. She got him! Or them, she thought to herself as she tried not to laugh. She jogged over to the other side of the court. “Well that's an ace if I've ever seen one,” Hannah said, “how are the boys feeling?”


John couldn't even get words out this time. Tears were forming in his eyes, his body locked into the fetal position. Julie walked by in her fresh bra and winked at Hanna as she exited the courts. She had left the two of them alone on purpose, and Hanna was going to take advantage of it. “Oh come on tough guy, how bad could they be? Come on, let me check like Julie did.” said Hanna as she reached between his legs. He resisted at first, unwilling to let go on his bruised balls, but he didn't have the strength to fight her off forever. Eventually she pried his hands away and put her hands down his shorts. Her hand brushed by his rather large member, and she felt herself start to go red. To make sure he couldn't see her face, she quickly sat on his chest facing away from him. She grasped his balls in one hand and gave them a feel. They were extremely swollen, almost the size of tennis balls like Julie had guessed. Suddenly a new urge took over Hanna as the power she had felt before came back in an even more intoxicating way. She had this strong young man's testicles in her hands. She had total control over him. Unconsciously she started to squeeze, causing John's eyes to pop out of his head. He was still unable to speak, and her grip was growing tighter and tighter around his plums.


“P-please, s-stop,” he managed to wheeze out. Unfortunately for him, Hanna was lost in a trance. She wouldn't have heard a cannon fire next to her head with how focus she was on John's balls in her hand. Her grip grew tighter and tighter, putting John into excruciating pain. His balls felt like they were about to burst. In a last ditch effort to save his testicles, he gathered all his strength and slapped Hanna on the back. Like being woken from a dream, she realized what she was doing and quickly let go. John's body crumpled, his balls saved at the last minute. Suddenly aware of what she had done, she quickly leaned forward and started to gently stroke John's shaft. Given she was sitting on his chest, this gave him a perfect view of her ass and the groin he had been staring at early. Despite the damage to his balls, the combination of what he was seeing and Hanna's stroking caused his dick to rise just the slightest bit.


“Okay, there we go! Exam complete, balls are structurally sound and your equipment still works!” she said, hoping he would believe that squeezing his balls so hard was actually part of a test. She helped him to his feet and supported him as he hobbled off the court. “I'm assuming you'll agree that I won, unless you plan on risking any more damage to your nuts.” she said with a wink. He nodded his head quickly, concerned for the safety of his manhood. “Well then, if I remember correctly we have a date. Let's head up to the bar and grab a drink with Julie to start.” Hanna said as the two of them slowly walked off the court, John hobbling due to his injured testes. Hanna grinned, her mind already swarming with ideas about to try out this new power of hers.