The Penalty Shootout (Part 1)

Matt woke up on his knees, and found his arms handcuffed behind his back - and more concerningly, his legs each tied to a different soccer goal post, 12 yards either side of him as a tight-bodied, bratty looking blonde girl with thick thighs stood in front of him.

"Oh good, you're awake!" Laura said cheerily.

"I'm sorry I had to slip you something but don't worry, you were only out for about half an hour. I just needed to make sure you remained as...eager as you were at the bar."

It was coming back to him. He'd met Laura, who mentioned she played on the college soccer team, and who had asked if he was ready and willing to help with a team morale exercise.

He looked around and saw ten other beauties, all wearing their high socks and cleats like they would for a game, but in their underwear rather than shorts and jerseys. What the hell was going on?

"I probably should explain," she continued.

"We have a yearly tradition once our first team is picked. It's called the penalty shootout - but we uh, bring our own ball, or balls."

It was at this point that Matt realised the particular location he'd been placed in - he'd been positioned so that the centre of his body was right on top of the penalty spot, as he again looked to see his legs tied to the posts, unable to move.

"Each year, we have to display the kind of ruthless attitude that will serve us well for the season ahead - and sadly for you, that requires a male volunteer.

"But don't worry, you'll be well compensated after we're done," she added with a wink as she glanced down at his erect penis.

Despite the situation, 11 half-naked women was too much to ignore.

Laura then blew a whistle. "Ellie, you're up!"

A short, tattooed girl with jet black hair walked forward eagerly and patted him on the head.

If Matt wasn't entirely certain of what was about to happen, all doubt was removed as Ellie quickly took three steps back, and skipped forward before unleashing her foot right into his exposed testicles.

Matt's world was on fire. He'd been hit in the nuts before, who hadn't? But a full-blown punt from a soccer player, with no way to escape or roll around in pain? There was no way to prepare for that.

Laura walked over to the now-slumped over boy, who was still groaning in pain.

"Yeah, so this is that morale exercise I was talking about. But you're doing great so far!" The whistle blew again, and a slim, yet muscular Japanese girl with a tight brown ponytail came forward.

"Oh yeah, Akane's our Japanese import for the season - we actually stole her from the karate program after seeing her in action. Good luck!" Laura brushed his shoulder reassuringly and gave a thumbs up to her teammate.

The good news for Matt was that the worst pain he'd ever felt was gone. The bad news was it was superseded by an even greater pain, Akane letting out a scream as her kick smashed his nutsack into oblivion.

The pain was so overwhelming that even the erection that had survived the first kick was now disappearing.

"We can't have that! This is supposed to be fun for everyone," Laura said as she walked backed over and began stroking off her unwilling victim. For a few blissful seconds the sheer anguish gave way to pleasure and he was back to full mast.

"Phew, now let's get on with this. Heather, your turn!"

The whistle went again, and while Matt had begun to become disoriented by pain, he knew what that sound meant.

Heather was tall, olive-skinned and one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen - but none of that mattered right now. She giggled to herself as she paced out her run-up, but then smirked evilly and shook her head as she walked back towards him.

"Let's try this instead of a regular punt, shall we?" She said as she placed her hands on his shoulders, and pulled one leg back in the air ominously.

Instead of kicking like a soccer player normally would, Heather opted to toe punt his balls from a standing start. The firmest and sharpest part of her soccer cleat pinned his left testicle up again his body, causing unfathomable pain - easily the worst so far.

"Heather!" Laura yelled in mock indignation before pulling a yellow card out of her bra and showing it to her teammate.

"What? I got the ball," Heather replied, before patting Matt on the cheek and walking away.

"I'm sorry about that, every team needs a few thugs on it though," Laura said, almost sincerely, as she once again pleasured him back to an erect state.

This time, the pain was so great that the good feelings couldn't overpower it and Matt could only feel a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

"On the bright side, you're nearly halfway there," she said as she put the whistle to her lips.

To be continued...