Sparring With Abby; Part 2

Some time had passed, and my friendship with Abby had developed to a point I could never have imagined. We were no longer sparring partners at the gym-- Margaret had assigned us both new opponents, as she regularly did every month or two-- but we had grown so close that I spent more time with her than any other person in my life.

Even though we were no longer officially training together at the gym, we continued to spar together in our free time, usually at Abby's house, and, at this point, usually both fully naked. After we tried it for the first time, Abby just could not get enough of it, and I couldn't get enough of giving Abby whatever she wanted. She was so hot that it hurt; it made me feel achey just to look at her, even with her clothes on. And I had somehow found myself in a situation where I got to shamelessly look at her naked body on a regular basis-- each time, I was completely overwhelmed all over again.

There was of course a price to pay for this real-life fantasy, which was that when we sparred Abby would routinely rack my balls. I did my best to protect myself, but the truth is that she was a better fighter than I was, and I could only hold her off for so long. It had become obvious that hitting my nuts brought her immense joy. When we first started sparring together, she would hit me there regularly, but it seemed to be a very practical matter; she was determined to emerge victorious, and making sure to get me in the balls hard was a pretty good way to ensure that would happen. But as we developed into closer and closer friends, Abby made little effort to conceal how delightful she found it to smash my babymakers. Sometimes it seemed like sparring together was really just a thinly disguised game, in which she was seeing how long I could put up a defense before she landed a devastating foot to my ballsack.

Getting it in the balls so often was awful, but I was more than happy to accept it in tandem with such an incredible intimacy with Abby. As we started regularly sparring naked, it would come to seem unnecessary to put our clothes back on afterwards, and we were soon spending a lot of our time together naked, even if we were just hanging out. I wanted her more badly than I could ever begin to tell you.

She talked all the time about how much she valued me as a friend, how much she didn't want to compromise our amazing friendship, how I was like a brother to her. But at the same time, she had become very handsy with me; it was obvious that she found me attractive, especially with my clothes off. She would often make excuses to touch me, and more and more she would touch me with no excuse at all. She would frequently, in a seemingly casual manner, reach out and touch my arm, my shoulder, my back, my chest; and as she grew more comfortable, my hips, my butt, and even, eventually, my genitals.

I found this behavior mind-numbingly confusing, even if I wasn't about to complain. She went on and on about how important it was that we were just friends, and then practically in the same breath she would hug me full-on, fully naked, her soft breasts pressing into my bare chest, while reaching down to cup my package in her hand. I could not wrap my head around it.

Following her lead, I would sometimes, tentatively, try to touch her too, putting my hands on her shoulders, her bare back; even, if I was feeling bold, her hips or her breasts. Sometimes she would accept these touches wordlessly-- or even, sometimes, respond with a soft moan of pleasure-- but at other times she would gasp playfully, say something along the lines of "Colin! That's so naughty!" and then land a backhand to my sack. Sometimes she would hit me light and playfully, just hard enough to get some feeling down there, but other times she would unleash a vicious sack tap, hitting what seemed like as hard as she could, causing me to double over or crumple to the floor, my testicles positively aching. She didn't seem to appreciate or understand the difference; she would laugh giddily either way. It was a disorientingly unpredictable situation; I never knew how she would react to any slight action on my part, and there didn't seem to be any pattern. But I wanted her so badly that I was almost always willing to risk it.

One day in particular is burned indelibly into my memory. We were at her house, as we often were, and we had finished sparring. She had hit me in the balls a few times throughout the fight, as she virtually always did, but other than one really solid kick, they had mostly been glancing blows, and I was feeling like I had avoided the worst of it. Abby seemed to have a slight air of disappointment about her; although maybe my memory is only adding that detail in retrospect.

We were still naked, and as I stood to catch my breath, Abby sat down on the edge of her bed, right in front of me, so that her head was level with my crotch. She avidly crawled her gaze up and down my front-- it seemed like she was particularly interested in my body today-- and reached out her hands, running her fingers along the sides of my torso. I was still a bit winded from sparring, but any physical attention from Abby could never fail to send a jolt through my veins. Then, looking down again at my fully unclothed genitals, she spoke.

"What does it feel like to have your testicles hit?" She asked in a perfectly casual tone.

The question made me gulp, but I tried to remain outwardly composed. "Oh, um, well--" I stammered, feeling my face redden. "It, uh, you know; it feels awful."

She frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly-- her thinking face. "It hurts a lot?"

"Uh, yeah," I confirmed uncomfortably. "I would say it hurts a lot."

"Like what?" She pressed. "Like, does it hurt as much as when your funny bone gets hit?"

I almost felt like laughing. "Oh my God," I said with some indignation in my voice. "It's not even close. Compared to getting hit in the balls, a hit to the funny bone doesn't even register. That's like asking if stubbing your toe hurts as much as getting run over by a car."

"Well what does it feel like?" She asked. "How would you describe it?"

"I mean, I don't know," I said, scratching the back of my head. "It's a really unique experience. I guess the closest I can think of is, it feels a lot like getting hit really hard in the stomach, only way, way worse."

"Oh my God!" Abby said animatedly. "I once got hit in the stomach by a volley ball; it hurt so badly! I almost don't think anything could hurt worse than that."

"Yeah, well," I said, a tiny bit irritated, "I've been hit in the stomach, and I've been hit in the balls, and getting hit in the balls hurts so much worse that it's hardly even worth comparing them."

"And it hurts like that regardless of how hard you get hit?" she asked, with genuine curiosity in her voice.

"Well, not exactly," I said, still a bit uncomfortable with the conversation. "When you get a soft or even a medium hit to the balls, it hurts really badly-- your balls and even to some extent your stomach ache terribly, and it feels awful. But when you get hit really hard, like a full-force kick, it's a whole other level. It's like your entire body just becomes a conduit for the most intense pain it could be possible to feel. It's like pure, distilled agony is coursing through your veins."

"Wow, that's really fascinating," Abby said, with sincere interest.

'Uh, I guess," I said, shifting my weight nervously. I was still standing, naked, directly in front of Abby as she sat on the bed, and I was feeling particularly on display, especially as she would periodically glance down to take unapologetic glimpses at my crotch.

"So let me get this straight," Abby continued in a very matter-of-fact voice. "You're saying if I hit you like this--" and with startling quickness she lifted her arm and landed a firm backhand into my naked ballsack. She connected very solidly, with a good amount of force, and a loud 'smack' reverberated in the room.

"Ohhhhh," I groaned, doubling at the waist and then quickly sinking into a miserable squat. Her hand had connected with perfect accuracy, and that familiar, terrible feeling was resonating from deep within my balls. "Ohhh, my balls," I moaned.

"--you're saying if I hit you like that," Abby continued nonchalantly, "It doesn't really hurt?"

"Ughh, that's not what I was saying at all," I groaned from the floor. "This hurts so badly."

"Oh, okay," Abby said thoughtfully. "I guess I misunderstood you." She had gotten up from the bed and was now standing over me as I curled up at her feet.

"But still," she went on. "I'm just trying to understand the distinction. Here, stand up," she said, putting her hands on the sides of my torso to help bring me to an upright position. Although it was still hard to stand, Abby's hands on my naked skin was an irresistible motivating factor. "I just want to get this straight. If I get you there like this--" and before I could react in any way, Abby took a half step back to gather her momentum, and then quickly launched her right foot into my crotch, connecting with my jewels with all the force her martial-arts-trained body could muster, a soft grunt of exertion escaping from her pretty mouth "--it hurts a lot worse?"

I collapsed in an agonized heap on the floor. She had kicked so hard. And this was no layperson's kick; she was a highly skilled martial artist, well trained to focus the maximum amount of force possible from her agile frame into each strike. This kick would have broken a wooden board cleanly in two-- I'd seen it happen. But instead of a piece of wood at the receiving end of her foot, it was my utterly unprotected testicles, the most vulnerable part of me; the part of me that was vulnerable to even a light flick from a finger, let alone a kick like this.

I curled in a pitiful ball at her feet, devastated by the pain. Not so long ago, when receiving a truly merciless nutshot was still a novel experience for me (i.e., when I first met Abby), my body would, after a couple minutes, be so overwhelmed by the pain that my sense of feeling would sort of shut off, and I would experience a kind of paralysis that was at least tolerable. But, perversely, after spending so much time with Abby and getting racked so frequently, it seemed that my body had developed some sort of tolerance, such that it would no longer go into shut-down mode, leaving me fully sensible and sensitive to every last minute of the awful pain. My muscles were shaking with the pain; I ached deep down, somewhere even deeper than my testicles, deep in the core of me, at what I could only imagine was my soul.

"So getting hit like that hurts worse?" Abby asked again, her only noticeable reaction a mild curiosity.

"Ohh, God," I whimpered, my voice shaky and high-pitched. I hardly registered what she was saying. I had moved out of a fetal position, and was now on my forearms and knees, my forehead pressed into the carpet, my butt raised slightly in the air.

"Hello, Earth to Colin?" Abby called out in mock impatience. She reached down beneath my butt and playfully slapped my smarting balls from behind. "Are you hearing me?"

"Ahhh!" I shrieked. She didn't hit me that hard, but I was so tender that any hit at all was unbearable. I tried to fall back to the floor but Abby had taken my balls in her hand to prevent me from going anywhere.

"Can you let go?" I asked meekly.

"Just answer my question first," she said.

"What was the question?"

She laughed, rolling my balls around in her right hand. "I was just trying to confirm that getting kicked hard like that hurts worse than getting sack tapped."

"Uh, yeah," I replied reluctantly, nervous about her grip on my nuts. "It hurts worse."

"Cool, gotcha," Abby said, as if I had just told her what the weather was supposed to be tomorrow. She gave me one little squeeze and then let go of my nads.

I lay on the floor in a heap, overwhelmed with pain. Abby was talking to me but I couldn't really focus on what she was saying. I could tell just from the tone of her voice, though, that she found the situation intensely amusing.

Then she began to do something she had done a couple times before after a particularly devastating kick, which was to tease me sexually. She knelt down and gently rolled me onto my back, speaking cooingly to me, and her voice started to come back into focus.

"... going to be just fine. I'll bet we can speed up the process with some gentler attention."

She ran her hands softly up and down my chest and my stomach as she spoke, her fingers making it a little further below my waist with each stroke. She had done this sort of thing once or twice before, but she seemed now to be losing her composure a bit; I could see her swallowing visibly as she ran her fingers over my body, and her breathing had become more audible.

"Maybe you'll think this is weird of me to say, but I think you look so cute when you're on the floor," Abby said, her voice becoming slightly breathless. She was feeling my torso more firmly. "God Colin, some girl would be so lucky to have you; you really have an amazing body."

"Oh, uh; thanks," I said uncertainly. My nuts were still hurting plenty bad, but the pain now had to compete for attention with the amazing sensation of Abby running her hands up and down my body. She reached down without hesitating and grazed her fingertips over the exposed underside of my penis, which I had told her once (in confidence) was one of my favorite ways to be touched sexually. I tried to stifle a moan of pleasure as I quickly got rock hard.

"Jesus, Colin." Abby said, a tinge of hoarseness in her voice; it was obvious that she was getting turned on. "You have an amazing cock." As she said it she started stroking me with more pressure, and she reached down with her other hand to gently fondle my balls while she did so. Her eyes were locked onto my crotch.

She was driving me crazy, and I did not fail to notice that she seemed, right now, to want it as bad as I did. I felt like there was an opportunity here that rarely presented itself.

"Abby, do you want to have sex?" I asked as she continued to stroke my cock.

"Ohh," she hummed, biting her lip. "I just... I just think it will complicate things, and I..." she was breathing heavily. "I don't want it to complicate our friendship."

"It doesn't have to," I said, trying to maintain a calm tone of voice while my head was swimming with how amazing it felt to have her hands all over my genitals, her breasts inches from my face as she leaned over my body. "Don't you think it would feel so good to have my cock sliding in and out of you?"

"Ohh. Yes," she said, her voice trembling. I had never seen Abby like this, and it was adding to the thrill I felt from her touch.

"We'll both really like it," I coaxed. "And we'll still be best friends. It doesn't have to change anything."

Abby sat up, shuttering, as if to collect herself. "Ohhhh Colin," she said longingly. "Okay. I want to." My heart leapt in my chest. "But with one condition: I don't want you to cum."

I wasn't expecting that, and I wasn't sure how to react. "Uh, what?" I asked. "Why?"

"I just feel like that's a line where it really feels different," she said. "Like, you're my best friend, and you happen to be really hot, and have a really nice cock, and I just feel like it would feel so nice to feel you inside me-- and I think that can make sense, for friends to do that for each other. But if you cum it feels more serious, like then we're really doing something that friends don't do."

I did not think this made any sense, but I sure as hell wasn't about to put up any argument when I had already gotten this close.

"Okay, that's fine," I told her.

Abby let out a deep breath. "Okay, good."

"It's just, you know--" I squirmed a little bit, rubbing my arm. "I'm not, uh, always great at-- you know, like, stopping it at a certain--"

'It's okay," Abby cut me off, putting a soft finger to my lips. "I'll take care of it."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but again, I wasn't about to argue. Abby went over to a drawer and pulled out a metal baton she had from when she ran track and field. The vague and mildly alarming thought that she wanted to peg me ran briefly through my head, but in retrospect, its true purpose should have been obvious. Either way, I forgot about it almost immediately.

She came back over to me and lowered herself onto the floor, then slowly lay down on her back, propping herself up with her elbows, looking at me with big, lustful eyes.

"Okay," she said. "I'm ready."

I paused briefly to consider this surreal moment. Abby, who I was more attracted to than anyone else in the world, was lying on her back on the floor in front me, naked, biting her lip in impatient anticipation of receiving my cock. She looked more amazing than she ever had; I guess that's the nature of things.

I knelt down between her legs and got on my knees, right in front of her. I slowly moved my hard dick forward until it was touching her labia. As soon as the head of my cock grazed the outside of her, she gasped, way louder than I could have expected. She was like a compressed spring, ready to go off. I slowly slid my cock all the way inside her.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned loudly as I entered her. "Ohhh, Colin; wow."

I slowly worked up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her. She was making blissful whimpering sounds beneath me. I took her left breast in my hand, and she moaned loudly. I had copped a tentative feel of her amazing boobs before, but only hesitantly, unsure and afraid of how she would respond. This was the first time I had felt them with total freedom, and I couldn't believe how soft and good it felt in my hand. I rubbed her nipple in a circular motion underneath my thumb and she groaned with pleasure. I suddenly became preoccupied with the thought that I was holding Abby's boob in my hand; and not only that, I was using it as a hand-hold to make it easier to hold her down and fuck her. It was all too much.

"Ugh, Abby, I'm pretty close to--"

"It's okay," she said, looking up at me with an expression of pure reassurance on her face. She reached down beneath the tangle of our legs with the hand that was still holding the baton, and quickly brought the end of it up into my balls.

"Ooooo," I cried, in shock; I had absolutely not seen that coming. I braced myself to be overwhelmed with pain, but she hadn't actually hit me very hard, and it only hurt a little bit; the pain was easily subsumed by how good everything else felt. And, sure enough, while I had felt like I was right on the edge of cumming a second ago, I didn't anymore.

"Just let me know whenever you feel like you're close," she said choppily as I continued to thrust into her. "And I'll give you a little tap."

"Okay," I agreed. My balls were a little sore, but it seemed like an infinitely small price to pay in order to keep fucking Abby for longer than I otherwise would have been able to. Thirty seconds later I felt close all over again. "Ohh, geez, I'm, uh... you know." Abby smiled up at me and hit my balls with the baton again. I grunted with the impact and thrusted even harder in response, causing her to squeal.

I needed it a lot; everything about this was so hot. I probably asked her to tap me five times in the next two minutes. Otherwise I would never have been able to control myself.

"Ohhh, Colin, you feel so good," she said with lust in her voice as I changed up my rhythm.

"Mhm," I grunted in response. With a glimmer in her eye she reached down and swung the baton into my nads, a bit harder than before.

"Ohh," I called out. "What was that for?"

"I could tell that me saying your cock felt good turned you on too much," she said through a big grin. She wasn't wrong. I gave her a good hard thrust in return and she gasped, the grin instantly wiped off her face.

I had grown a lot more confident since we started, mostly on account of knowing I wasn't in much danger of cumming by accident. I slowly slid my shaft out and started to gently tease the outside of her, barely brushing the head of my cock back and forth against her labia.

"Ughhh, Colin, what are you doing?" Abby said with vexation.

"Teasing you," I replied matter of factly, continuing to just barely rub my cock head against her opening.

"Ugh, no, I don't want you to tease me," she moaned. "I want you to thrust into me nice and hard."

"Hmm, maybe later," I said coyly. I was enjoying immensely how frustrated and wanty I was making her.

She made a face at me while reaching down between my legs, and then smacked the baton into my balls, much harder than before. This was not a gentle tap to discourage cumming; she had absolutely smashed my nads with the heavy metal baton.

"Ohhh, fuck," I cried out, falling forward into an unintentional thrust. I thrust into her a few more times out of fear, but my balls really hurt a lot, so I pulled half-way out of her hoping to take some time to recover.

"Ugh, Colin, no! Don't stop!" she said with frustration. She reached her hand back in between my legs and hit my sack with the baton again, even harder than the first one. My balls had tightened up in my scrotum, as they usually did when I had sex, so they were held firmly in place and had no hope of escaping her merciless hit.

"Ahhh!" I cried, in enormous pain. My balls hurt badly, but I started thrusting into her again out of fear she'd keep hitting me.

"Mmmm," she cooed contentedly. "That's a good boy."

I now felt more apprehensive, and somewhat physically hampered by the throbbing in my balls, but I was still plenty capable of enjoying sex with my dream girl. I gave her some slow thrusts, letting every last millimeter of my cock put as much pressure as possible on her silky insides.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good," she said breathlessly. Then without warning she reached down and gave my balls another hard slap with the baton.

"Oww!" I called out, my balls stinging. "What was that for?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure... I just kind of... wanted to. Um--" She gave my ballbag another solid whack.

"Ohhh," I moaned, my balls truly aching now. "Abby--"

Again she slammed the baton into my unprotected balls.

"Fuck," I choked out hoarsely, and collapsed on top of her.

"Sorry Colin," Abby said pantingly. "We can rest for a moment if you need to."

"Yes please," I said. I lay pressed against her, my dick still buried inside her, my chest pressed against her soft breasts. My balls hurt so badly, but underneath me Abby continued to writhe slightly even though we were supposedly resting, moving her hips in a circular motion, trying get my cock to create more friction inside of her.

"Can I be on top?" She asked, after barely any 'resting' time at all.

"Sure," I said. Even with some battered balls, I was still elated at each new sexual development.

She eagerly slipped out from underneath me, turned me over onto my back, and climbed on top of me. She eased my cock inside her, and was soon riding me fanatically. It was an amazing view of her; I could see her whole naked torso at once, her breasts bouncing, her firm stomach, her lithe flanks, and I had a perfectly clear view of her face, the face I found more beautiful than any other, as it processed each new paroxysm of pleasure. Her hands were all over me, running through my hair, touching my face, rubbing my chest and my stomach. She had quickly worked herself into a state of desperation up there.

"Oh God, Colin," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I'm really close. I think I'm-- Oh God-- I'm gonna-- Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh--"

As she started to cum, she quickly reached down between my legs and took hold of my balls, and as she grinded even harder against my cock, bringing herself over the edge, she started squeezing. At first it was not much more than a firm grip, but as her orgasm grew in intensity she began squeezing harder and harder. As she reached her climax-- her face thrown towards the ceiling, her eyes closed, her mouth open and yelling in short, staccato yelps-- her hand had closed around my balls in a death grip. I was becoming terrified, as the pressure on my testicles was unbearable, and if anything it seemed to be increasing. I tried feebly to free myself from her hand, but it was no use. Her orgasm lasted a ridiculously long time; it must have been thirty seconds, but it felt like forever and a half. Eventually she started to slowly come down, breathing heavily and making quiet little yelping sounds to herself, and as she did she slowly loosened her grip on my jewels. I immediately curled up into a fetal position, cupping my balls, and Abby-- oblivious as far as I could tell, her eyes closed in bliss-- happily snuggled up to me, spooning me contentedly.

"Ohh, Colin," she cooed, a dreamy quality in her voice. "That was amazing."

"Mm," I replied. I wasn't really able to speak, but I did agree with the premise, even if my balls hurt too much at the moment to say so. Luckily for me, Abby was too dazed to require any attention, and she peacefully spooned me as I slowly recovered.

After some time had passed I started feeling better, and I rolled over onto my back, resting my hands on my chest. Abby propped herself up on one elbow next to me, smiling hugely. Despite the abuse my balls had taken, I was still ecstatic beyond all description that this was happening, and I was still extremely turned on. Abby started absentmindedly playing with my penis with her free hand.

"Oh," I said softly, quickly getting maximumly hard again; I was beginning to feel the tension in my body from being so turned on for so long without any release.

"Uh, I thought you said we weren't going to cum?" I asked uncertainly.

Abby gave me a look like I was crazy. "What?" She asked indignantly. "I said I didn't want *you* to cum."

"Huh?" I asked, perfectly confused. "I thought you said cumming makes it feel too much like it's pushing the boundary of friendship."

"Colin, just think about it," she said, as if I was being incredibly slow. "How am I supposed to not cum after you thrust your cock into me so much, and after your naked body has been on top of me, rubbing against me, for so long? That would be crazy-- you turned me on way too much for that. What I said before is that if the boy cums, it makes it too serious; that's not something friends would do with each other. Like, that's something I would do with a boyfriend. But I value you as my best friend too much for that."

She continued to play with me as she spoke, and my cock was positively twitching underneath her hand. I was, undoubtedly, more sexually worked up than I had ever been in my life, and I wasn't sure what to do with this knowledge that I wouldn't get to cum.

"Yeah, I guess I get that," I said hesitantly. "It's just that, you know-- I'm really turned on too. And, you know, I would love it so much if you made me cum."

Abby smiled at me, as beautiful as she ever was. "Oh Colin," she said. "That's really sweet. I don't want you to feel sexually frustrated-- but I think I can help make it go away without compromising our friendship." And just as she finished saying this, she took her hand off my penis and quickly slapped my balls with an open palm.

"Ahh!" I squealed, caught by surprise, even though by now I probably shouldn't have been. Still lying on my back, I lifted my legs up as if in a supine fetal position, but I failed to comprehend that this didn't actually protect my testicles, which now were now a completely unobstructed target framed by my bent legs. Abby slapped them two more times, each harder than the last.

"Ohhhh, fuck," I cried miserably. I tried to roll over, but Abby was now holding my legs, preventing me from moving. She was laughing unrestrainedly.

"Geez, I always forget how funny this is. I wish you could see the look on her face when I hit you; it's hilarious!" And to punctuate her point, she slapped my nads again, the hardest one yet.

"Jesus fuck," I moaned hoarsely, in the throes of agony and trapped in this position where Abby had complete access to my balls. Without saying anything, she hit them twice more, this time with a closed fist.

"All right, let's see how that does for you," she said, putting a bow on it with a final stinging slap to my ballsack before letting me curl up and roll over. "Hopefully by the time you recover from that, you won't still be horny. If you are, I can help you out some more."

It sounded like two equally terrible options. Never in my life had I experienced such wild vicissitudes between utter pleasure and utter pain. At the moment, my whole being was subsumed in agony. But as I looked up from the floor at Abby-- a pleased look on her beautiful face as she stretched her naked body, bringing her arms over her head and yawning, so that her breasts rose to the top her chest, and then fell back down with a bounce when she released the stretch-- I thought to myself that I would do it all again, no question; and I would keep doing it, too, if I had the chance.