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It’s not that I’m scared of the pain. Heather has been scrambling my eggs quite regularly for the last six years. I am used to a little nut pain. However, it has always been Heather, never anyone else. A man coming up behind me to wrack my balls just doesn’t seem right. Yet, as wrong as it may feel, my dick is harder than ever.
‘Looks like the little guys scared,’ I hear Julie say to her husband. It’s only then I notice I’m shaking.
I hear Mike draw his foot back and I close my eyes. For a moment there is nothing. Mike is hesitating. I wonder if he is as nervous as I am. Then, I sense the abrupt movement behind me, just a fraction of a second before the top of Mike’s sneaker collides with my balls, sending the two, meaty orbs flying upward into my stomach.
I lurch and let out a little gasp as he pulls his foot away from my groin. The blow is not nearly as hard as Heather’s, but it’s still a nice, solid kick. I let the pain wash over me. The hurt feels so good. I feel my nervousness dissolve.
‘One!’ my wife calls out.
‘Good shot, but I know you can do better!’ Julie shouts. ‘Come on honey, really bust him good!’
I know he can too. I get back into position and raise my butt even higher to give Mike better access my sore balls.
He draws back and comes forward harder this time. His aim is slightly off. The toe of his shoe ricochets off my right egg, sending my whole package swinging. It doesn’t hurt as bad as the last one, but I let out a girly cry none the less, and crumple onto my side clutching my aching balls. The sight of me writhing there naked makes them all start laughing, which is exactly what I was going for.
Masochist that I am, nothing turns me on more than people laughing at me. Something about the thought of people finding my suffering funny is the ultimate humiliation. I crave it. To that end, I learned to be something of a thespian. It’s not that I fake pain, I just learned to be more vocal about it. For instance, if Heather is shoving a thick sewing needle down my cock hole, what’s funnier? If a grit my teeth against the pain? Or, if yodel like a Swiss maid while flapping my arms about wildly? In that instance, Heather had to stop twice because she was laughing too hard.
The chuckling slowly subsides, and I scrape myself off the ground. Mike starts dribbling again, and we resume the game. Mike fakes one way and goes another for an easy lay-up.
It’s 4-0 and we’re back at the top of the court. I thrust my genitals out for the check, praying that Mike won’t clobber my cock again. He smiles and shakes his head, still amused by just how much of a painslut I am.
Thankfully, he aims for my balls. They make a loud smacking sound and sting horribly as the basketball squishes them into my thighs. Mike recovers the ball and pushes towards the hoop. Once again, I make a pathetic attempt to play defense, my big, red nuts jiggling violently the whole time. It is no use, within thirty seconds Mikes has sunk a jump shot.
As we walk back to the 3-point line, Julie runs out and whispers something in Mikes ear. I wonder what it is. No doubt it will be some unpleasant surprise.
Play starts with another check into my sore cock. The ball catches the right side of my hard-on, causing it to swing about wildly and probably taking some skin off. It hurts like a bitch. I groan and double over for a second, but Mike doesn’t go for the basket. Instead, he moves off to the side of the court where his wife is now standing. She also appears to have taken off her flip-flops.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they have in mind. I play along. To be honest, I’m incredibly excited to see what Julie can do.
I follow Mike to the side of court, pretending all the time to just be playing defense, unaware of their devious plan. Although, I make sure to keep an extra wide-legged stance.
Finally, when they feel I’ve been lured into their trap, Julie makes her move, coming up from behind me. Her shot is long. Her ankle collides with my balls, while her foot drives my wang into my stomach. I let out a little scream of pain and surprise to encourage her and stumble forwards, making sure to still keep my legs wide open. She takes the second opportunity and drives her foot into my nuts yet again. This time she is spot on. I feel my eggs squish against her beautiful toes. It feels wonderful in a gut-wrenchingly painful sort of way. I let out a pathetic little whimper, before collapsing to the ground. If I’m twitching now, it’s not for show.
‘Bull’s-eye,’ I croak. Apparently I am quite the comedian, because this really sets off the laughter. When Mike is done wiping the tears from his eyes, he dribbles around me and sinks and unopposed shot. Then he and Julie do a double high-five over my naked body as I lie there in the fetal position.
I think they realize I need a moment, so the two of them move off to the side of the court where Julie begins giving Mike a back massage while telling him what a great job he is doing. Heather slowly walks over to where I am laying. She has a big grin on her face.
‘So, how’s it going, Brad?’ she asks, squatting down next to me.
I’m not sure quite how to answers to that. Wracked with pain, yet horny as hell, would be the accurate response, but instead I just respond ‘good.’
‘Looks like it,’ she says, taking her finger and rubbing it in circles around my engorged cock head.
This puts a smile on my face, a stupid grin to match her own.
‘These must be smarting though,’ she stops playing with my cock and jams her left hand between my legs. I let out a little squeal of surprise. Her hand finds my meaty sack and drags it out from between my legs. She pulls my eggs up away from my body as far as they will go, holds them there a rather uncomfortable moment, and then lets them fall into the back of my left thigh with a soft splat.
‘They’re so red,’ she says, softly patting them. ‘They’re going to get redder, you know.’
‘I know,’ I reply, looking into her eyes.
‘They’re going to get soooo sore,’ she continues in her sexy voice.
‘You’re going to hurt them bad aren’t you?’ I ask through gritted teeth. Heather’s pats are gradually turning into slaps on my sensitive nut sack.
‘I’ll try my best, but I’m just a little girl. I’m going to need that big, strong man over there to help me. He seems like quite the gentleman. I’m sure he doesn’t mind helping a weak and innocent girl like me beat her perverted husband. In fact, he’d probably enjoy it.’
‘How many times are you going to have him crash his foot into my naked, swollen balls?’ I whimper. Between all this talk and the constant ball slapping, my penis has begun to pulsate with excitement.
‘Until you sequel like a pig,’ she answers. She gives me a kiss on the forehead and stands again.
She blows into her whistle and points at me. ‘Offsides! Two point penalty.’
Mike laughs, ‘That’s a football penalty, Heather. Not basketball.’
Heather blows the whistle again. ‘Questioning the ref! That’s a technical penalty. Three points.’
Mike smiles, ‘Technical foul, not technical penalty.’
The whistle sounds yet again. ‘Four points!’
I let out a loud, pathetic moan, causing everyone to laugh at hapless, little Brad. In reality though, I’m quite excited to let Mike wallop me yet again.
‘So, what will it be?’ asks Heather.
‘Kicks.’ As if there was ever a doubt.
I get on my hands and knees and begin to crawl to the free throw line.
‘Hold on a second,’ says Julie. ‘My husband came all this way to play basketball with you, the least you could do is be polite.’
‘Kicks, please,’ I say with a little smile.
‘No, no, I want it in a complete sentence, and you address Mike.’ She turns to Heather, ‘I use to be a teacher, by the way,’ she adds with a smile.
I don’t believe that for a second. I still say super-model, but I see where she is going with this. I crawl over to Mike’s feet.
‘Mike, would you please smash my balls with your foot?’ I really didn’t think things could get any more humiliating for me, but they have. My face is bright red and I’m loving it.
‘How would you like them smashed?’ asks Julie sternly.
‘Hard,’ I let out a whimper for effect. ‘Please smash my balls hard, Mike.’
‘Sure Brad, no problem. Hold on one second though.’ He then proceeds to slam his right foot down on my back.
‘Darn laces keep coming undone,’ he mumbles. He leisurely unties his shoe laces and then ties them again, all the while using my naked body as a footstool.
By the time we move to the free throw line, Mike walking and myself crawling, my cock is so hard it hurts. I set up on the free throw line just like before. I get my rump high in the air and spread my legs wide, allowing my hefty, red ballsack to just dangle there, low and completely exposed, between my thighs.
Mike positions himself behind me. ‘So, what exactly do you want me to do again?’
‘Please kick me in the balls, Mike,’ I whine.
My wish is granted. Mikes foot collides square into my eggs with considerable force. For all I wanted this, the sheer amount of pain comes as a surprise. I gasp and my eyes water up a little. I let out a low moan as a compliment to Mike’s improving ball-wrecking prowess.
‘Nice one!’ Julie shouts. She and Heather then both give him a short round of applause.
‘That’s one,’ Heather declares.
I pull myself back up into good nut-punting form for kick two.
It’s a little off center, but it’s still a doozy. The toe of Mike’s shoe drives into my right egg and the air goes out from my lungs. Mike is definitely improving I realize as I lay there on my side coughing.
‘Two!’ Heather shouts, followed by more clapping from both of the girls.
I drag myself up as the girls continue to applaud my tormentor. My nuts are still throbbing as I present them to Mike.
My poor jewels don’t get more than a second’s respite before Mike’s size 13 shoe comes crashing into them yet again. Catching them with the flat of his foot, they are both compacted against my pelvic bone until they finally escape by squishing out from either side of Mike’s large foot.
I let out yodel, followed by several soft whimpers, as my whole body trembles with pain. The girls applaud.
‘Final one,’ Heather says when she has finished clapping.
‘Yup,’ says Mike. ‘And Brad, in basketball good sportsmanship is important, you should try to be a little quieter while I’m taking my penalty shots.’
I smile and let out a chuckle, but then quickly return to character. ‘I’m sorry Mike, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,’ I say in my most groveling voice. ‘Also, how’s you foot doing? I know you’ve taken some pretty hard kicks. I would hate to think it was hurting you.’
‘Thanks for asking, Brad. It’s doing fine. I think all the cushioning helps.’ Upon saying that, Mike brings his right foot under my big balls and lets the two massive orbs rest on his foot. He then moves his foot up and down, as if weighing them. To my utter embarrassment, my cock begins to pulse with excitement.
‘Oh my god!’ Julie squeals. ‘He likes it!’
Julie and Heather break into a fit of hysterical giggling as they watch Mike continue to play with my balls. After toying with them for almost a minute, he lets them drop back down, so they are once again hanging low between my open legs.
‘Ok, final one then,’ Mike says, drawing his foot back.
It’s his hardest by far, but it’s off target. He connects with my battered testicles just below his ankle, allowing my sexual organs to slip away in only moderate agony. It seems rather anti-climactic. So as not to disappoint everyone, I let out a girly wail and let the force of the blow send me flopping onto my stomach. Applause follows.
They let me lie there a moment, while both Heather and Julie drape themselves on Mike and tell him what amazing job he did pummeling me. The girls then begin throwing the basketball at my sprawled-out, naked body to make me get up. They seem to be having a lot of fun with it, so I play along, whining and whimpering, pretending that I am in too much pain to stand. This goes on for about five minutes, until my back, butt, and legs are covered in big red circles from where the basketball was chucked at my body.
When they are finally done using me for target practice, I slowly get up. A breeze comes through the fence. It feels wonderful on dirty, naked, and abused body. In particular, it feels great on my engorged cock; the head of penis feels delightfully cool. I look down to discover the cause; my cock-head is smeared with slime. I’ve become so excited that I’ve started to drool.
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