Black and Blue with Envy, parts 2 and 3
So I'm putting in two parts at once here because part 3 is so short. Hopefully the payoff was worth the wait!
Link to part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/q9citg/black\_and\_blue\_with\_envy\_part\_1\_a\_ballbusting\_bet/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/q9citg/black_and_blue_with_envy_part_1_a_ballbusting_bet/)
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2.
Now that she was in, Paige was taking charge of the situation. ‘So. Joel. Can you stand against the wall over there? Yeah. Makes it harder to flinch. Perfect. Now. Who’s going first?’
Joel and Hannah shared a glance. ‘Well… I guess since Hannah is… a little better suited to this, maybe you can go first, Paige?’ Joel chose his words carefully, but he need not have bothered. Paige’s eyes narrowed and she placed her hands on her hips.
‘Oh, so I’m the weak one then? I bet you don’t talk so tough with your balls in your throat.’ Joel shrank as Paige sized him up, but he realised she wasn’t just studying her target. Her eyes devoured him and she bit her lip. Did she have the same motive as he did?
He finally allowed himself to truly see Paige. It was true she was beautiful; her low-cut one-piece swimsuit allowed every curve of her fair, elegant figure to burst through the tight, electric blue fabric. But Joel didn’t feel anything for her. His adoration of Hannah ran much deeper than just physical attraction. He was actually willing to endure what came next for her. He steeled himself and clasped his hands behind his back, but he was shaking.
Paige stepped forward. She started to take aim, her back foot resting on its toes, poised to strike - And stopped. ‘Wait. This isn’t fair’.
Joel exhaled in relief -
‘Hannah has shoes on. I don’t’.
Joel returned to panicking.
‘And since Joel agreed to take Hannah’s kick, she can’t take hers off. One sec.’ She disappeared, and returned wearing glossy black pumps. The toe wasn’t solid, but it was definitely harder than Paige’s bare foot. She once again took her position in front of him, raised her fists and tensed her muscles. Time slowed down as Joel watched her leg swing back, then snap out and lodge her foot squarely in his groin with a *thwap*. Pain shot through his entire body. His eyes watered, his knees buckled and it took all his willpower to stay standing.
Paige stood back, arms crossed, and admired her work. ‘How’s that for the weak one, bitch?’ she taunted.
Meanwhile, Hannah was aghast. She hadn’t anticipated how pathetic Joel would look holding his crotch and groaning. ‘Paige, I don’t know if I can do this. Look how bad you hurt him…’
‘Are you kidding? He’ll be fine in a minute. Don’t back out on me here, I’ve never had a really good competition before!’ Paige’s apparent lack of sympathy to Joel struck Hannah as unusual. But she was right. And Hannah probably wouldn’t get another chance to do this. Reassured, she helped the whimpering boy to stand up straight.
‘There, there. Hey. Look, just one more and then you don’t need to hurt anymore okay? I’m here.’ She didn’t really believe her own words, especially considering she was the one about to hurt him. But as 5Joel recovered, she found herself already in stance, ready to unleash the raw power contained beneath her pleated skirt and canvas sneakers.
Joel’s senses were returning to him now. The pain was still there, but he didn’t feel sick anymore. Hannah cocked her head to the side in question. He grimaced and nodded, moving his feet apart. And once again, a perfectly-aimed foot sprang up and slammed into his testicles, with all the energy and enthusiasm of someone who was gleefully unaware of how much damage she was causing. His body felt like it was on fire, but he couldn’t give in. He put one hand against the wall to steady himself.
‘Hey! No fair!’Paige protested. Not wanting to antagonise her before her next attempt to break his manhood, Joel jerked his hand away and nearly toppled over. He stumbled in circles groaning. His head was spinning, but he knew what awaited him if he stayed standing. He looked up at Hannah, who was stifling a giggle, and his thoughts began to clear. She was so beautiful that he didn’t care that she was amused by the debilitating pain she’d caused him.
At long last, he was able to straighten his spine and lock eyes with Hannah. Now it was his turn to ask a silent question and hers to confirm with a smile that he’d earned his reward. Joel was so ecstatic that for just a split second, he forgot about the pain.
‘Okay, that’s round one done! My turn again!’ Paige brought him back to painful reality. ‘Let’s try something different this time.’ She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she strode over to Joel and pressed her chest up against his. He glanced over her shoulder and was reassured to see Hannah frowning at Paige’s advances. It looked like jealousy, like she felt Joel belonged to her. But there were more pressing matters at hand. Paige grasped his shoulders as she pressed her knee gently into his groin and nudged it around, searching for her target. Despite the pain, and his many other conflicting feelings, Joel couldn’t resist the stimulation of a woman rubbing against his cock. Paige’s eyes widened as she felt him stiffen against the top of her bare thigh.
’You fucking weirdo!’ She grinned. She’d counted on this. ‘You’re going down.’ She lowered her leg and extended it as far behind her as she could. Joel quivered as he locked eyes with Paige. Her stature did little to negate her commanding presence. She blew a silent kiss, then thrust her hips forward and with a high-pitched ‘Unh!’ drove her knee up into Joel’s throbbing genitals.
The blow hit him like a sledgehammer. It was as if Paige’s knee had powered through his crotch and up into his stomach, taking his testicles with it. Actually, he wasn’t even certain he still had testicles. All he felt was indescribable agony.
Paige dislodged her knee and stepped back, heart pounding, allowing Joel to finally reach for his battered gonads as he crumpled to the ground. Mercifully, he felt two solid, though swollen, orbs.
Paige bent over him, holding her crotch in mock sympathy. ‘Oooh, did that hurt your big strong balls? Tiny little me?’She turned to Hannah. ‘Told ya. He’s a wimp. And I’m a better kicker than you. Admit it.’
Hannah wasn’t smiling. ‘Yeah… you win…’ But she knew the truth: She hadn’t kicked full force. She had just wanted to prove a point. Paige’s knee had made her realise how much damage her kick could have done, and she was hit with a wave of guilt. ‘Is he gonna be okay?’
Paige smirked. ‘He’ll be fine. He’s just being a bitch. But remember this...’ She pulled Hannah in and whispered. ‘He’s *my* bitch. And if you so much as touch him… I might have to stop going easy.’ She strode off back to the party, leaving Hannah stunned and Joel still groaning on the ground.
Hannah helped the poor boy to his feet. He was such a sweet guy. To tell the truth, she’d been into him for a while now and had just been waiting to make a move. And it seemed like he wanted it too. But Paige didn’t seem to care what either of them wanted.
She helped Joel limp into the house where he collapsed on the couch, still barely alert. He managed a few words.
‘I did win, right?’
‘...Yeah. It turns out you *are* tough, hey?’ She forced a laugh. ‘I know what I promised, but… I’ll be back, OK?’
Hannah left in a hurry before Joel could protest. She dreaded bringing Paige’s wrath upon the boy.
3.
The night went on. After about an hour on the couch, Joel felt composed enough to venture back into the backyard. No one seemed to have noticed his absence; the party was progressing as expected. Hannah was sitting in the same spot by the pool. He hobbled over, still painfully aware of the tiny collisions between his thighs and balls with every step he took. She looked up and he smiled, but she didn’t return it. She looked troubled.
‘Hey, are you feeling OK? You were pretty out of it.’
Joel took a seat next to her. ‘Yeah, heaps better. In fact, I was kind of wondering… Well, I won the bet, and…’
A look of panic washed over Hannah. Joel’s heart sank. Had she only said what she did to get him to accept the bet?
‘Look, Joel, maybe not right now, there’s a lot going on…’ Hannah trailed off, suddenly deep in consideration. Eventually, she reached a decision. She closed her eyes, pulled Joel in and kissed him.
Joel was startled, but her lips on his were a comfort like he’d never felt before. He reciprocated, and they were floating for a few moments before Hannah pulled away with a jolt.
‘I’m sorry… I shouldn’t - Oh God.’ She was looking straight through him. Joel spun and found himself locking eyes with Paige. The once-cheerful blonde girl was staring daggers in their direction.
‘Joel, we can’t… I’m so sorry. Fuck. I have to go.’ Hannah stood up and disappeared into the crowd of party-goers. Joel did his best to follow her but within seconds found himself completely lost and confused. He wandered back into the house, trying to make any sense of the insane events of the past few hours. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed in the dark. The euphoria of the kiss combined with the agony of three kicks to the nuts was playing havoc with his mind. But his rest was short-lived. His door swung open.