The Nut Punt Girls

Hi all, this is my first attempt as writing a story! I hope you like it and let me know if you have any feedback :D

The following is a fiction. Even though this takes place in a high school, all students mentioned are seniors and have already turned 18.

THE NUT PUNT GIRLS

"Nut Punt! Nut Punt! Nut Punt!" The chorus of chanting female voices filled Mark with a mixture of rage and dread.

This was a frequent event at Stonepop High School. If a boy ever did anything to piss a girl off they conspired to issue a punishment called "Nut Punt". Three girls would hold the boy's legs and arms, and one girl would take a running start and kick the boy in the balls as hard as they could.

The mostly female staff always seemed to be elsewhere on campus when these punishments were doled out, so no one ever really got in trouble. One time a boy lost a testicle and some girls were questioned about it, but that was it.

This time, Mark made a sexist comment in first-period class and his fate was sealed. By mid-morning all the girls knew that Mark was going to get racked after lunch.

Courtney and Victoria held each of his legs. Courtney was tall and pale-skinned, with gigantic tits she liked to accentuate with low cut shirts. She once got a male teacher fired for accidentally looking down her shirt while she was leaning over his desk.

Victoria was a black girl with an athletic build and all the boys agreed she had the best ass in the school. There was a rumor she wouldn't let her last boyfriend have sex with her and would only let him lick her ass while she pleasured herself with a vibrator.

The kicker this time was Caina. A gorgeous brunette with striking green eyes and a slightly upturned nose, which gave her a perpetually haughty look. She played striker on the varsity soccer team and was already being recruited to play D1 in college. Today she was wearing a tight gray tank top and short bicycle shorts.

Victoria sucked her teeth. "Boy, you about to lose your nuts. Caina is the best player on our team."

"Fuck I'm sorry for whatever I said! P-please don't kick me!" Mark's hands were desperately clutching his genitals.

"Ummm, can someone move this loser's hands please?" Caina asked to the jeering crowd while checking out her nails.

Julia stepped out of the circle and walked behind Mark. Julia was so blonde her hair was almost white. She had a slight build, with small perky tits. She excelled at biology and had taken strong interest in the male anatomy. She whispered into Mark's ear, "If you don't put your hands behind your back right now, I'm going to pinch your vas deferens with a binder clip and stick a pencil up your urethra."

The violent specificity of the threat took Mark aback and he momentarily loosened his grip. Julia seized the opportunity and pulled his hands firmly behind is back.

The crowd cheered, drowning out Mark's cries for mercy.

"Mark! You have been accused of being a sexist waste of space. When this is over, you're going to know why pussy rules. I'm going to punt your nuts into your brain."

Mark's heart started pounding as the reality of his imminent pain set in. The crowd was suddenly silent, electric with anticipation. Caina moved into the starting position, as though she were ready for a race.

"This is really gonna suck for you, dude" said Courtney matter-of-factly.

Caina exploded out of the starting position and into a full sprint towards Mark. All three girls tightened their grips on Mark's limbs reflexively.

Caina's sneaker-clad foot swung forward, her powerful leg propelled by the momentum of her sprint. The top of her foot connected with both of Mark's balls, smashing them into his pelvis with so much force his body moved up and out of the girls' grips.

The pain was immediate and like nothing Mark had ever experienced. He truly felt as though his balls had been kicked into his stomach as a horrible bolt of agony blasted through his entire torso. He immediately let out a noise that was a mix between a dry heave and a sob. As the girls let go of him he took a few aimless steps forward and let out another sob/heave before his legs gave out from under him and he collapsed to the ground.

He couldn't breath. There was a sharp pain that felt like someone had stabbed two giant knives into him through his nuts up to his chest. There was also a blunt nausea that roiled in his guts, worse than any illness he'd ever had. The contents of his scrotum felt like they had been twisted up in a blender.

His hands automatically moved towards his privates, his body filled with a primal urgency to escape and protect itself. He writhed pointlessly.

He desperately wanted to get away from the pain but it only got worse. He was now sobbing as he rolled around. He could barely catch his breath as each second was punctuated with a sob and a dry heave.

He did not care about anything that was happening around him, or how he looked to the girls. The only thought in his brain was of how desperately he wanted to get away from the pain that was only getting worse.

In that moment, Mark was sure his balls were permanently damaged.

The girls were aware of none of this. Their bodies were filled with mirth, pleasure, glee, and joy. If another boy saw what happened, he would feel a sense of empathy for the pain, but the girls just saw an annoying loser sobbing his eyes out while writhing around on the ground. They didn't even have a concept of this uniquely male-oriented pain, and certainly didn't know, or care, about the severity of it.

"There ya go, nut-brain" declared Caina, with her hands on her hips as she looked down at Mark. "If I hear you were sexist again, I'll find you, drag you back here by the balls and do this again in my soccer cleats."

"Fuck I'm so glad I'm a girl" said Julia in a relieved tone as she turned back towards her friends.

Courtney just pointed at Mark's body and laughed so hard her tits jiggled. It was a loud, unrestrained laugh.

Mark rolled over on his side and threw up. The lunch he had just eaten now being ejected out of him in three powerful waves.

"EWWWW!" "What the fuck?" Girls moved back so they didn't get puke on their shoes.

"Nope, I'm done" said Victoria, as she abruptly did an about-face and power-walked away.

As the minutes passed the girls started leaving to go on with their days. Mark had stopped flailing, writhing and twitching and was now just curled up in the fetal position crying. His breath had returned to him but his entire abdomen was still twisting in extreme pain.

Everyone had already left by the time the bell rang, leaving Mark alone with his misery. He didn't feel like moving yet.

Suddenly Mark could hear someone talking on the phone down the hall, on the other side of the corner. He recognized the voice of Cathy, the PE teacher.

"...yep, his skateboard snapped and he smacked 'em right on the handrail... not sure, I just told him that was a 'him' problem and left... yeah he looked pretty miserable but - "

Cathy rounded the corner and saw Mark curled up next to his pool of vomit.

"Oh shit! Girl, I gotta go - I just found a boy with a 'problem' of his own! See ya!"

Cathy was a young woman, just out of college. She had a phenomenal body and perky tits that bounced when she walked. She was a former soccer player herself and was known for doing boys versus girls in class. There was a rumor that she had started the Nut Punt tradition when she was a student at Stonepop. Today she was wearing bright blue booty shorts, a sports bra, and had her blonde hair tied back in a tight pony tail.

"Damn, it looks like you learned a lesson or two today, huh?" She said chuckling as she walked over to Mark.

Mark groaned and "those girls... they kicked me in the balls."

"Uh, thanks for the information Captain Obvious!" Cathy said cheerfully as she squatted over Mark's face. Mark could smell the sweet scent of her, and even through the agony his brain sent out arousal signals and his cock gave the slightest twitch.

Cathy blew a bubble from the gum she was chewing and it let out a small \*pop\*.

"I can recognize the signs of a nut punt, buddy, I just need to check that everything is still intact down there."

Mark didn't register what she meant. "Wha- urgh... - what do you mean?" Mark managed to get out even as a fresh dose of pain was blooming from his groin.

But Cathy ignored him and reached down to start taking his pants off. Mark tried to move her hands away "wait don't I-"

"Stop that!" Cathy scolded him sternly. She quickly pulled his pants down so his genitals were exposed. She let out a snort of laughter at what she saw. Mark's smaller-than-average penis looked especially tiny next to his abnormally swollen testicles. Mark saw with horror that a deep purple bruise was already forming on his left nut.

Cathy held the tip of Mark's penis between her thumb and index finger of her left hand, holding her other fingers out as though she were holding a small tea cup. As she moved it out of the way, she used her right hand to grip Mark's balls around their base so they were forced up into the air within his tight sack.

"Ok!" Cathy was still chewing her gum. "I'm going to do a quick check to make sure nothing down here is ruptured! How does this feel?"

Cathy had let go of Mark's penis and was now using her left pointer finger to roughly poke around Mark's balls.

"AAAAGH" Mark's body bucked but Cathy's grip on his balls remained firm.

"Not great, huh? Yeah I didn't think so, but if there's a rupture here you wouldn't be yelling, you'd be adding another pile of puke to the floor." Cathy's cheerful tone was gone and had been replaced by a chilling coolness. Mark looked up at her and met her light blue eyes. A strand of blond hair had fallen into her face. Her grip around the base of Mark's balls tightened.

"You're lucky. It looks like everything is fine down there. But now you know. Getting kicked in the balls is no fun. If you ever think about pissing off a girl again, you're in for a few hours of nature reminding you you're the weaker sex."

Mark whimpered. He couldn't believe a teacher was talking to him like this and doing this to him. His face started flushing with humiliation.

"However," Cathy continued, "these little pain nuggets are surprisingly resilient, I've found. So it would take an especially mean bitch to make you lose one. Anyway, I gotta run but good luck on your recovery."

With that she flicked each of Mark's testicles and then slapped them with her open palm of her left hand, knocking them into the base she had formed with her right hand. This sent a fresh burst of pain into Mark's body as he wailed with surprise and pain.

Cathy walked away and started chatting on the phone again, leaving Mark laying on the ground with his small penis and bruised testicles exposed to the world.

Just then, Mark realized he was laying right in front of the door for the Feminism Studies elective.

TO BE CONTINUED...?