Swimsuit Modeling is a Surprisingly Painful Job

It really started when I was playing soccer in the park.  It was a hot day, so I had taken my shirt off.  You know me, I like showing off for the girls, and it’s just not that big a deal to play in some running shorts, soccer shoes, and nothing else.  It helps keep me cooler on a sweltering day, and if some girls notice, then good for them.   I mean, it’s always mostly guys on the field, but there are often some cute girls in the stands watching.  As it turns out, there were a couple this time and after the game, one of them approached me.  She was looking a little out of place because she was wearing a pantsuit, which isn't what people watching soccer games on a hot day usually wear, but she looked pretty good in it.  She was slender and pretty with olive skin and had her black hair back in a ponytail.

She came right up to me and said, “Hey, there!  You seem pretty comfortable with your body.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“You’re in very good shape.  Have you ever considered modeling?”

“I mean, I’ve never, like, looked into it, but I’m okay with the idea.”

“I work in commercial photography.  We’re doing a swimwear shoot next weekend, and we’ve had some problems finding male models for it, and I think you’d be great.  Would you be interested?”

“Well, maybe.  How much does it pay?”

“Well, we could offer you about $215 per hour for the shoot.”

“Wow, that’s pretty good.”

“It’s pretty standard for swimwear modeling.  I’m offering you a little less than I would an experienced model, but a little extra since we’ve had some trouble finding male models.”

“Like, what sort of problems have you had?  Is there something I need to know?”

“Well, first off, I do want to be clear about this, our client is a company which sells very skimpy swimwear.  That can be a little bit of a problem by itself because some guys aren’t comfortable wearing something that might show their package clearly.  Some guys just want to model board shorts, not tiny little banana hammocks.”

“It’s that kind of skimpy?  Is this mostly swimsuits for, like, gay guys?”  (In my defense, I didn’t say that I wouldn’t do it if it was, but, yeah, I kinda wanted to know if this was gonna result in a whole bunch of dudes ogling my junk.)

“No, the company actually mostly makes skimpy, sexy swimsuits for women.  They just also have a small line of suits for guys.  We’re going to have around six female models and two males. Some of the suits are matching pairs made for couples, too.”

“Okay, that sounds pretty cool.”

“It’s actually the fact that they make sexy suits for women which is causing the problem.  The client is very picky about their female models.  A lot of our normal models are very thin with narrow hips, and the client more wanted a sexy sort of curvy.  They like girls with small waists, but wanted more butt and hips and chest than a lot of fashion models have.  So to satisfy them, we wound up booking some models who have done more work in adult modeling rather than fashion modeling.  Some of the male models were worried that doing a photo shoot which included girls who had done some stripping or porn would hurt their career.  Oddly, the couple of female fashion models we do have weren’t really concerned, but the guys were.  Maybe it’s because they get more shit about their career choices?  I’m not really sure.  But that’s been the problem.  I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal to you, as you don’t really have a career yet.”

“Yeah, sure.  I don’t have anything against working with strippers.  Sure.  I’ll do it.”

“Okay, I’m headed into the office right now.  I was stopping by to see my cousin Julio play.  Give me an email address or number I can text you at, and I’ll send you the contract and time and place details."

So I did, and she sent me the details.  It was gonna be out at some beach by a lake running from like 5am until 10am since they could only reserve the location in the morning.

We wound up talking on the phone beforehand.  She emailed me some model releases and waivers and a contract to sign, and we got that all squared away.  The night before, I shaved all my private parts nice and close, and in the morning, I dragged myself out of bed at a crazy early time, and went off to go be a swimwear model.

When I got to the lake, which was like a thirty-five minute drive, the sun wasn’t even up yet.  That’s how early we’re talking.  At least it was already warm.  The girl who had scouted me was there helping run things.  She was some sort of production assistant or something.  She showed me the trailer they had for changing and bathrooms.  And then she introduced me to the other dude, a significantly buff light-skinned black guy, and the girls.  The girls were amazingly hot even though I couldn't see them that well in the light coming out from the trailer windows.  I mean, like I knew that swimsuit models aren’t generally ugly, but these girls all had really tight bods with narrow little waists, wide hips, but also good-sized tits and nice pert round asses.  Mostly tits-wise they looked like mostly D or DD cups, but one of the girls was tall and looked like she had at least some G or H-cups or maybe something even bigger.  They were crazy big.

There were six girls total.  The first one I noticed was a black girl with fairly dark, even coloration.  Second was a very pale red-head.  The third was a very tall girl who was the one with the enormous chest.  She had dark hair and olive skin.  She looked like she was maybe hispanic or native American, but it’s pretty unusual to see either of those who are almost six-foot tall, so maybe mixed race?  Fourth was an east-asian girl of some sort.  I think she looked Thai maybe, but she might have been Chinese or Filipino or Vietnamese or something else.  Then there were a couple of girls who looked like tanned blonde white girls, one with curly hair in a ponytail and one with it long and straight.  They were all pretty stunning.  When I got a good look later, I felt pretty sure that they all had natural tits except for the blonde with the straight hair.  Hers looked like pretty obvious bolt-ons, but everybody else’s looked real.

And when the girl who recruited me had described the swimsuits on the phone to me she had used the term “microbikinis,” and she wasn’t kidding.  These were some tiny fucking bikinis.  They all seemed to barely be holding onto those titties, and they were all tiny little thongs.  Plus the camel-toe action on those suits was real, too.  I really could have just stopped and stared at everything on display.  It’s probably good I didn’t since I was already feeling a little horny, and I was pretty sure that they didn’t really want me popping a big ole boner during the photo shoot.

Fortunately, in terms of that issue, they had a busy schedule of shooting, so I couldn’t stop and stare, but had to settle for doing some quick glancing and then I got hustled into the trailer with a tiny little thong of my own to change into.  I got out just as the sun was rising, and everyone was off shooting with different photographers.  I got shown where to go and met my photographer for the first session.  I tried my best to look sexy and show off the suit.  It’s a good thing that I’m not ashamed of myself and a good thing I'd shaved because it was a really little tiny thong with a pouch which only just held everything in.

It was kind of neat being a model. The girl shooting me with the camera gave me all sorts of different directions, and I tried my best to comply. Her assistant had a big reflector and would move around to get the light a little different.

After that first one, they sent me back to change into the same suit in a different color. I wound up doing shoots for that same suit in four or five different colors. It got a little dull doing the same poses and things, but I reminded myself that that's why I was getting paid.

Then I switched to another suit. This one was really narrow with a pouch which was separated. My cock went up and my balls went down. The top was just wide enough to hide a cock, and the bottom really was a little small for my big nuts, but I managed to squeeze them in. I was paired with a different female photographer for this one, she was a little cuter and more flirty with me than the previous one. She'd say things like "Looking good" and "Show me that cute ass". She had me change into several different colors of this one, too.

When I had changed between colors of the first swimsuit I had done it at the trailer, but the timing had worked out that I was the only one there each time. For this suit, though, I kept winding up having to wait since there was often someone else changing when I got there. The first time, when I was in the green version, waiting to change into the white, while I waited, I wound up looking over towards the tall extra-busty girl’s photo shoot where she was looking amazing in a very miniscule gold metallic bikini and was really showing off, and I starting to get a stiffy.  But, fortunately, I had enough time to calm myself down before I was done changing.

But when I was in the white version of the swimsuit, waiting to change into the red one, I wound up standing outside the trailer for a while.  After a bit, then the black female model came and waited behind me. She introduced herself as Letitia. She looked lovely. She had smooth dark skin and, like all the girls, an amazing figure. She had smooth thighs which were fairly slender, but with enough plumpness that I wanted to put my hands on them.  And her hips were nicely wide but they went in very sharply to a very narrow waist with a smooth, flat stomach.  She was really pretty and had her hair in long braids. We made small talk, but I couldn't help but glance at her tits. They were very pert and pointy despite being about D-cups and her posture really pushed them out.  It took work for me to not just stare at her big, proud, pointy tits. I could feel my suit getting tight as my cock got hard just from glancing at her. I really should have jerked off that morning before I came to the shoot, but it was so early, I didn’t think about it.

Then the two girls who had been changing in the trailer both came out. The tall ultra-busty brunette came out first.  I was at ground level and the trailer was up a few feet because of the tires with just like a set of five or six wooden stairs coming down to ground level. When I heard the door open, I looked towards it and wound up looking right at her little tiny bikini bottoms, which were so small and tight that you could see the shape of her lips individually.  And I could clearly see all the bare areas she had shaved where her bush would have been visible otherwise.  Honestly, I felt a little embarrassed looking right at her mound, so I turned my gaze upward quickly.  But seeing her big round tits wobble in a tiny little bikini top as she walked down the trailer stairs didn’t help matters.  I was getting very hard, and she clearly noticed.  As she passed me she said, “Someone’s having a good time!”  The girl behind her was the asian girl who surprised the heck out of me by giving me a knowing smile, saying “looking good!” and giving me a sudden pat on my balls as she passed by.  That was enough to get me from being almost hard to just being completely throbbing.  I’m not used to random cute girls being quite that familiar with me sexually, and honestly, it was really hot.

I got changed into the red suit and tried to calm myself down while I did it, but it was to no avail.  Any attempts to tell my cock to stop throbbing just because some cute girl had patted my balls just resulted in me thinking about how much my cock was throbbing.  And stuffing it into another tiny little swimsuit meant handling myself quite a lot which didn’t help either.  When I came out of the trailer, I had the red suit on, but I’d really had to stuff myself in there and I was still throbbing.  Letitia took a look at me and smirked.  “Looks like he’s not behaving.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that this is how they want me for this suit.”

“Have you tried squeezing your balls?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, go with enough pain and that usually affects things.  Well, except for guys who are into that.”

“I don’t think I could squeeze them that hard.”

“Want me to do it for you?”

I didn’t know if that sounded sexy or just painful, but I figured I could handle a little pain and needed my boner banished.  If a girl wanted to do it, that sounded reasonable.  “Okay, sure.”  I stood in front of her and pushed my crotch a little towards her.  She squatted down in front of me. As she goes to the squat, I couldn't help but notice her tits give a nice bounce. And then once she was squatting her thighs were then wide apart and her barely covered crotch now seemed much more inviting exposed. Then she took hold of one of my testicles with each of her hands, cupping them. So far, none of this was doing the slightest bit to lessen my erection.

Then she pressed her thumbs with their sharp nails covered in pretty pink nail polish one against each of my nuts. And then she gave me a huge toothy smile and dug her thumb nails deep into my testicles. The pain was immediate and immense! It felt like she was skewering my balls! My guts were cramping up and my legs were soon wobbling. I tried to scream in pain but only made a weird little sound in my throat. I grabbed her wrists, but it was no use. My vision got a little blurry, and I could feel my legs beginning to give out, when suddenly she stopped. My relief was immense. Without even thinking, I said, "Oh, thank you, thank you."

Really, I was thanking her for releasing my balls, but she just smiled and said, "Any time!" and headed into the trailer. As I watched her sexy, thong-clad ass sway its way up the steps, I realized that it had worked. Even though the view was very nice, my cock was definitely uninterested for the moment. It had gone completely floppy and seemed to want to stay that way.  I headed over to my shoot and apologized for the delay at the trailer.  We shot that swimsuit, and then I did one more shoot with the same one in dark gray.

My third suit style of the morning had just a tiny little pouch that I could barely squeeze myself into and then a pair of thin straps which lead to a thong back.  It was really tiny, with the top of the suit just at the top of my shaft and the pouch just barely reaching the edges of my scrotum.  If I had missed any pubic hairs when I’d shaved, they would have been totally visible with this suit.  I started in the yellow version of it.  When I was coming back from the trailer having changed into the dark green version, I passed Letitia going the other way who looked at it, smiled, and said, “If you get a hard-on in that one, I bet you’ll pop right out.”  Her comment made me think more about the possibility, but I managed to keep things under control.

The dark green version went fine, and I managed to keep things under control during the change to the light blue version even though I wound up standing outside the trailer waiting with the two blonde girls.  I think it helped that I’ve never been a fan of fake tits, I can't help but think about surgery when I see them, and surgery is not sexy.  So having her there helped keep any potential boners in check even though I’m sure she would have had the opposite effect on a lot of guys.

After that one, it was time for a break.  They had a lot of photographers for the session to get the most they could out of the location in the early-morning golden-hour light.  But we were past that now and the plan was to pair up some models for shots.  For some of them they were just going to put pairs of girls together, but they also had some guys' suits which matched with some of the girls' suits.  The photographers were getting together, though, to compare shots and decide who would be best together and which suits they should match up with which models.  So we were told that we had about twenty minutes.  They then brought out some snacks on a little table near the trailer, so the models had all congregated there.

When I approached, Letitia waved me over and started introducing me around.  She clearly knew most of the other models.  I was still in the suit with the little tiny pouch.  I wound up in a conversation with Laetitia, the Asian model (Lisa), the tall, busty girl (Tanya), and curly-haired blonde (Hailey). Everything was going fine at first. I was enjoying the view of the girls in their tiny bikinis, but keeping it under control. But then Lisa said something like "Ugh, I hope this doesn't take too long. The other suits were fine, but this one makes my nipples itch." And then she started massaging her breasts, concentrating on the area around her nipples.

I started to get hard and then I realized that I was starting to get hard, and I thought about all the girls seeing it and instead of making me embarrassed, that just sounded exciting, so before I knew it, my cock was straining hard against the confinement of that tiny pouch. So far as I could tell, none of the girls had noticed at this point.

But then Tanya said, "You could just take it off. No one here will care."

"You know, you're right," she said and untied it from behind her head and let the strings fall. Her boobs were terrific, somewhere around DD cups with pointy brown nipples. The sight of them was enough to increase the pressure in my penis yet more until finally it managed to push its way so that just the head was starting to peek out from under the bottom of the left edge of the pouch. And given that little glimpse of daylight, it suddenly had room to grow, and the pressure resulted in it quickly stiffening and pushing out from the suit. In just a few seconds, I had a firm boner sticking out of the left side of my suit where anyone could see it.  I didn’t know what to do.  I felt more embarrassed than I’d expected, but I worried that if I put my hand down to cover it or try to tuck it back in, I would just draw more attention to it.  I decided to try to just play it cool and ignore it, like it was no big deal.  And for maybe a couple of seconds, that worked.

Hailey was the first one to notice. I saw her look and then her eyes got a little wide and then she smirked and said, "Well, it mattered to somebody.”

Everyone else followed her gaze and in just a moment all of them were chuckling out loud. I felt even more embarrassed now, but I also felt a little excited to have all the girls staring at my dick.  Lisa was the next to say something “You might have some problem getting into suits if you stay like that.”

Feeling a little over confident from having just been doing the modeling and perhaps being a little dumb due to being horny, I decided to go for it.  “Well, maybe one of you ladies can help me out with my problem.”  As soon as I said it, I wondered if I’d gone too far, but then I didn’t really have much to lose, really, as I didn’t really expect to see any of these girls again.

It was Hailey who spoke up. "There's a technique a friend of mine taught me for handling erections in this sort of circumstance. I'd love to try it out on you if you don't mind."

"Sure," I said, grinning like an idiot. This hot, topless, busty blonde chick was gonna handle my erection. That sounded great.

She took a couple of steps so that she was right in front of me, then she grabbed my cock head and she gave it a strong squeeze which felt great. And then before I suspected that anything was amiss, she kneed me right in my nuts really forcefully. I just gasped in pain and collapsed to the ground.  I heard the girls giggling at me in the background, but I was focused only on the agony permeating my poor nuts. I had been hit in the balls before, but never nearly so hard as that.

I spent the remainder of the break time lying there curled in a ball on the grass near the food table. From time to time I'd hear one of the bikini models chuckling at me.

Eventually, an assistant came around with the assignments for the next shoot. I heard her ask Tanya where I was. I had started to recover, so I rolled over when I heard my name. Tanya gestured to me, "he's over there on the ground still cradling his nuts," she said with a smirk.

"Did you do that to him?"

"I mean, I'd love to say I did. He looks great curled up in pain like that, but it was Hailey, not me."

"Well, you might get a chance to later. The second shoot this afternoon will involve the two of you.  You're wearing our dominatrix swimsuit, and he's wearing the target suit. But here's your current assignment."

I pulled myself off the ground and went and changed into my new suit.  It was a sort of tanga suit in an Aztec pattern, which are suits which are sort of modeled after a loin cloth.  This one, like a lot of them, had two layers of cloth folded over, but, unusually, instead of just covering, it had a sort of cock-ring sized hole in the inner layer.  So instead of just being over my genitals, I had to insert them between the two layers.  It was pretty narrow, so that was probably good since otherwise I would have likely sprung free at some point.

When I got to the location, I found that I was partnered with Letitia and she was also wearing a tanga bikini with the same pattern.  We had the same flirty photographer I’d just had as well as another female photographer that I hadn’t met.  She was a little older, but she looked really cute like maybe she’d been a model when she was younger.  Both of the assistants holding the reflectors were relatively attractive younger girls as well.

First we took some pictures with just the two of us there at the edge of the water, posing near each other and a couple where we were holding hands.  Then the flirty photographer said, “Pretend you’re an Aztec warrior and you’re capturing her!”  So, after a quick moment’s thought, I bent over, grabbed Letitia around the waist and threw her bodily over my shoulder.  She kicked and shrieked in excitement.  I think she was maybe a little annoyed, but really she was mostly just playing along.  I think they got some good pictures of me carrying her over my shoulder.  After a few minutes, I set her back down.

And then the photographer said to her, “Okay, now what if you were an Aztec warrior woman and you were capturing him.”  I looked at her, wondering what she would do, when suddenly she reached out and her hand wrapped around the bottom of my swimsuit grabbing me very solidly by the balls!  I sort of squeaked a little in surprise, but then she started walking, dragging me behind her by my nuts.

I had never had anyone grab my nuts and pull like that before. It was very painful. It felt like she was really tugging on the cords which connected my balls to my body. I got into motion following her quickly. I heard the photographers and their assistants laughing. One of them shouted "Yeah! Girl power!"

I tried my best to keep up with her, but not overtake her because I didn't want to ruin the shoot. I managed to keep up enough that it didn't feel like she was gonna rip them off, but still we weren't completely in sync, and there would be an extra tug every time she started her step before I did. It wasn't agonizing, but it was consistently painful.

She dragged me up the beach and then turned around and dragged me back down. One of the photographers said, "Can you pull him that way?" indicating a different direction. "I want to get a different angle."

"Sure," Laetitia replied, yanking my nuts suddenly to the side. All this pulling on my balls was really straining the cords, and my legs wanted to collapse, but I managed to keep them working. It's a good thing I did, too, because she tightened her grip as she pulled me in the new direction and walked in long strides at a good pace.  If I had fallen, I feel like she might have pulled them right off!  When we reached the edge of the grass, she turned me around and pulled me right back to where we started.  I was so relieved when she finally let go.

Once my balls were freed of her grip, I found I could finally speak.  Prior to that, I really didn’t have the breath for it.  “Ow.  That really hurt.  I thought you were gonna tear them off!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, smiling.  “I’m sure it would take more than that.  I wasn’t really trying to pull them off or anything.  I just needed to make sure I could kidnap you back to my village to be my sex slave.”

“Well,” I said, imagining myself actually being her sex slave, “that does sound like a pretty good excuse.”

“I’ll be nice to them now, though,” she said, and she reached down and began to fondle my balls much more gently.  Something about the way she talked and the way she was touching me really got me going.  As this pretty, brown-skinned girl in her tiny bikini touched my nuts, I very quickly found myself getting quite hard.  “Oh, good,” she remarked, “a willing sex slave.”

“Uh, yes, ma’am,” I answered.

She smiled at me, but then she addressed the photographer, “Is this erection okay?”

“Sure.  No problem.  Erections are perfectly fine as long as he isn’t going to pop out of the suit.  With this style where they’re held upward, that shouldn’t be a problem, not with this particular one or the next one, the target suit.  So just keep doing what you’re doing.  Your chemistry is great.  We’ll take a few more shots like this and then we’ll reposition a little so that we can see both suits better.”

“Oh, good,” she said.  “It’s nice to not have to worry about it.  I like how eager you are.  When I did this shoot last year, all the male models were gay, so it’s nice to have someone who appreciates how good I look in this bikini.”

“You do look pretty amazing.”

She smiled at me, and kept playing with my nuts gently, but didn’t touch my hard cock at all.  I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to touch her, and so I just stared, and then after a minute or so, the photographer started giving us some other orders about how to stand.  We did some shots where we were sort of arm in arm.  And they had me put my arm around her shoulder.  It was nice, but I was no longer quite as rigid by the end of it.

When time was up, the two of us started to head to the trailer to change for our next shoots, but the cute, flirty photographer waylaid me.  “Hey,” she said, “just to give you a heads-up, the next suit, the target suit is for ballbusting fetishists.”

“What’s ballbusting?” I asked.

“It’s guys who get off on having their testicles mistreated.  Like they like getting their balls kicked or punched or squeezed: stuff like that.”

“Oh, um, wow,” I said.  That really didn’t sound like my bag.  I’d just had my balls squeezed and kneed, both experiences struck me as really painful.

“It seemed like from your little ball-yanking adventure there that maybe that isn’t really your thing.  You still need to model the suit, but we don’t need to have real action shots.  Like, you can just pose and the girl will put her foot up to your balls as if she’s kicking you, but she doesn’t really need to kick you.  I mean, we’d rather they were real.  The facial expressions guys make when they get kicked in the junk just can’t really be faked.  So if you’re willing, we’d love to have some actual ballbusting, but if you’re not willing, we can just do poses.  So, while you’re changing, think about it and when we start shooting, let me know, okay?”

“Uh, sure, I guess,” I said and headed to go change.

When I got to the trailer, Letitia was already inside changing for her next shoot.  The only model waiting outside was Tanya, the tall girl with the astonishingly large bosom.  She was wearing a very tiny red bikini which was doing a very poor job of containing her assets. I had trouble not staring at her big tits basically spilling out of that tiny bikini top.

As I approached, she said, “Oh, hey!  My schedule says I’m shooting with you next.  This is gonna be the one where I’m in the dominatrix suit and you’re wearing the target one.  I’m really looking forward to it.  How about you?”

"I don't know. Getting kicked in the nuts really hurts, so the shoot sounds like it would be pretty painful. They said it's up to me whether we just pose like you're kicking me or if you really kick me. I think I'm probably going to opt to just do the posing."

"Aw, that's too bad. I was really looking forward to busting your nuts some. I find it really sexy to have a strong, handsome guy like you whimpering at my feet and holding his balls."

I was almost afraid to ask, but my curiosity was too much. "Do you kick guys in the balls a lot?"

"Well, it probably won't surprise you to learn that with tits like these, I sometimes do some adult modeling, mostly just topless and nudes for big titty sites, except that then I got offered a job for a ballbusting site. I'd never heard of the fetish before that, but looking at it, it seemed like it would be okay. I mean, they were offering good money for me to spend half an hour punting some guy in the junk and they didn't even require nudity. So, I gave it a try, and it was so damn fun.

"There's just something about the feeling of power I have over a guy when his nuts are at my mercy, and especially when I give him a good strong kick and he collapses moaning on the floor. Like, I had thought that maybe I'd feel bad for him, but I don't. Instead it's surprisingly hot watching his agony. The pained faces and the little moans actually get me going a little.

"But most of the guys I kick for the website, they're, well, they're like pudgy or older. I don't get to kick guys who look like, well, male swimsuit models. So I really want to do this for real, not just pose. So how about we make a deal? I do something for you and you let me kick your balls for real."

"Well, maybe. What are you offering?"

"Well, I've noticed you looking at my tits a lot. How about when the changing room is free, I let you play with my boobs and suck on my nipples?  I don't think we can do much now since they're waiting for us, but maybe five minutes or so now and then a longer time after the shoot? Would that be worth getting your balls kicked?"

I'd been looking at busty girls in tiny bikinis all day, and I probably wasn't really thinking right, as I was already feeling really horny, but I jumped at the opportunity. "Oh, yeah, that sounds amazing."

She gave a really broad smile and said, "Alright! It's a deal then!"

Just then the door to the trailer opened up and Letitia and Lisa came out.  Tanya and I headed in.  Letitia looked back at both of us going in together and sort of raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

Tanya did not waste any time. "We should do this before you change so you don't risk getting precum stains on the new suit," she said, pulling off her bikini top and looking expectantly at me. I took a quick moment just to stare. Freed of their confines, I could see that her breasts were a little less round than they had appeared. There was just a little point to them and her nipples were distinctly puffy. I thought that her nipples looked especially sexy. I've always liked puffy nipples, and these were dark brown and also were what they call inverted nipples which reminded me of the nipples of one of my first girlfriends.

“Why don’t you sit in this chair?” she suggested.  When I did, she stood in front of me so I could just lean forward and put my face right in her tits.  I couldn’t resist doing a quick motorboating first.  Then I took her huge right breast in my hands and brought my mouth to her nipple.  I licked it briefly and then took it in my mouth and began to suck on it.  The huge tit I was sucking on was so close to my face that I couldn’t focus my eyes on it, so I wound up looking at her other bare breast while I sucked on that one so that I had a feast for my eyes as well.

Over the years, I’ve made it with some very attractive women, but I’d never gotten to play with such a huge pair of boobs on a slender girl before.  My cock was completely rock hard.  I switched my attention to her other nipple, and then, after a while, switched back.  After a couple of switches, I used only one hand to hold the breast while stroking my cock with the other.  I didn’t want to cum, but I was so horny that I couldn’t resist touching myself.  I kept at this, sucking one and then switching to the other, until she told me that time was up, to my great disappointment.  Really, I could have kept doing that for hours if she'd let me.

Instead, I found the target suit and stuffed my big throbbing erection into it. It was a mostly white suit which had a sleeve to hold my penis upwards and a pouch at the base which narrowed a little and then spread out to hold my balls in place separate from my cock.  There was also a sort of built-in rubber ring around the base of my cock and balls. I had trouble squeezing into that, especially with an erection. I wound up having to push my balls through first and then sort of bend my hard cock some to get it through. Once it was in, the pressure acted like a cock ring and  just made my erection harder.

My balls then were basically forced into the pouch that was there for them with only a tiny bit of adjusting needed. The pouch was only just big enough for my testes, which are definitely a little on the large side, but they fit. The ball pouch part was red and then there was a series of three red circles of increasing size around the ball area. Some of the circles were cut off partially by the lack of material due to the leg holes, but the pattern was clear.

Looking in the mirror at myself, I could definitely see it as a big bullseye with my nuts at the center to very clearly give the message "hey, ladies, this is where you should aim!" I found my heartrate racing with anxiety just from wearing a suit like this. It seemed inevitable it would result in someone causing some substantial pain to my vulnerable danglers.

I was still rock hard, partially because aside from the one look at myself in the mirror, I'd been watching Tanya as she took off her previous bikini bottoms and then put on the dominatrix swimsuit. It was a black suit made of some sort of stretchy material which had a shiny look kind of like polished leather (although it definitely wasn't leather, of course). It was a one piece slingshot suit and there were pointy metal studs in two rows starting on either side of her crotch and moving upwards onto the straps so that they continued across her boobs.

The straps themselves did not do a very thorough job of concealing her boobs in any way. The nipples were covered, but there were good expanses of the flesh of her generous breasts both in the center and at the outside. The suit didn't squeeze her breasts together, so her tits didn't really come together to form cleavage in the center. Instead I could really see the natural shape of them as the swimsuit just lay across them.

Plus there was quite a lot of side boob. All in all, she looked extremely sexy. She turned toward me, gave me a broad smile and said, "Wow! That suit looks amazing on you!”  She leaned in and gave my balls a quick caress.   “That target makes it all look so fun.  Let's go hurt your baby-makers!"

I found her enthusiasm frightening, and the thought of her really hurting my balls was now genuinely starting to make me nervous.  I could feel my heart beat faster, and I felt a little flush.

We left the trailer and the blonde girl with the fake boobs whose name I never learned, the other guy, and Hailey were waiting outside for their turn to change. They raised their eyebrows to see the two of us exiting together, probably especially because I was still hard in my suit, but no one said anything.

Tanya strode eagerly over to the same part of the beach I'd just been at, as I followed behind. She was clearly more eager to do this than I was, but also once I got behind her I could see what a nice ass she had. Her swimsuit was a thong and her big, pert cheeks looked amazing in it as they swayed side-to-side. Following the wiggle of that fine ass, before I knew it we were back with the two photographers I had been shot by the previous session.

The flirty one approached us. She faced me and asked, "so, what did you decide about ball busting?"

Before I could answer, Tanya interjected, "He's agreed to let me do it for real!" She sounded very excited.

"Okay, that's terrific! We'll get better shots that way. Plus it's always fun to watch a guy get hit in the balls!"

I was very nervous about this. My heart was racing, and my palms were feeling sweaty. My cock was still rock hard, though.

The photographer continued, "Why don't we start with some kicks? You should stand here with your legs spread and your hands on your head. And then you can come in from the side with an angle like this so we get a good view of you, and then kick him in the nuts. Be sure to do a countdown before you kick him so that I can have the best odds of getting the shot right as it connects. I will switch over to multishot mode to increase my odds. Amy's in video mode, so in worst case, we can take stills from that. But she's mostly shooting that way because the customer would likes a few short videos of the suits in action, especially with couples."

I took my position, nervously spreading my legs. The photographer gave me some additional instruction. "That's basically right, but let's see a little more cockiness. Push those nuts forward as if you're proud of them and sure that nothing can hurt them."

I was proud of my big nuts, but I was entirely certain that Tanya could and would hurt them. But I tried my best to get into the role, and thrust my crotch forward and tried to get a confident expression on my face. I looked over at Tanya. She, of course, looked extremely sexy in that black slingshot swimsuit which revealed so much of her incredibly sexy body, but beyond that, she also looked giddy. She was smiling broadly and seemed to be squirming just a little from what appeared to be eagerness.

"Okay," the photographer said, "let me get a quick couple of still shots. Okay, that's good. And there we go. Okay, now, Tanya, give me a countdown from three and then kick him in the nuts.  Oh, and remember when she goes to kick you, you have to stay in position.  No flinching!"

I hadn’t even really thought about that, but I tried my best to steel myself against it, so that I wouldn’t move.  I tried to focus on keeping my hands on my head and hoped that the pain wouldn’t be too bad.

I heard Tanya begin her countdown.  “3 … 2 … 1” and then she swung her leg forward, quickly.  I probably could have dodged to the side a little, but I managed to keep my composure and not flinch.  I saw her foot smash into the bullseye of my targer and for just a moment, I thought it hadn’t been that bad, but then the pain hit me.  It hurt so very much so very suddenly and I just collapsed to the ground, holding my balls and moaning.  I could hear both Tanya and the photographers laughing, and I lay there holding my balls.

After a couple of minutes, I heard the flirty photographer address me.  “Okay, buddy.  That’s enough.  You need to get up so we can try it again.  I didn’t get the shot I needed.”

I groaned, in agony from the thought that I was going to have to take another kick like that.

She heard me and responded, “Don’t worry, I’ll ask Tanya to go a little easier on you.”

Slowly, I pulled myself back up to my feet.

“Okay,” the photographer said, once I was on my feet, “we need to give that another go.  Same position: hands on your head, look proud of your nuts.”  When I was a little slow to do that, she added “Come on, this is part of what we pay you the big bucks for!”

I managed to assume the position, although it was definitely more difficult to stick my balls out like I was proud of them when I knew for sure what treatment they’d get.  Also, my previously rock-hard cock was no longer rigid.  It hadn’t shrunken completely, still having some volume, but it definitely wasn’t stiff any longer.

“Remember our deal,” Tanya said, and gave her tits a little squeeze.  Despite the danger to my balls, I could feel my cock stiffening again.

“Okay, let’s try that again,” the photographer said, “maybe a little less force this time. You don’t need to put him on the ground every time.”  She chuckled a little to herself, though, adding “It was pretty fun to watch, though.”

“Okay,” Tanya said, “3 … 2 … 1.”  And with that, she kicked my poor balls again.  It might have been a tiny bit less hard than the previous time, but it certainly wasn’t much gentler.  I howled when the kick landed and collapsed to the ground again.

Again, I heard all three girls’ laughter.  They were very amused by my pain.  I just lay there holding my aching balls.  They hurt so bad and the pain was radiating up into my gut, making my stomach cramp.  I heard the photographer talking to Tanya.  “I got the shot that time.  It’s a good thing because I don’t know how many more of those he’s gonna be able to take.”

“It’s okay.  His balls are tougher than he thinks they are.”  Then she turned to address me.  “Okay, time to get up now.”  She gave her tits a squeeze to remind me of our deal.

I struggled to my feet once more.  “Ugh.  I guess I’m ready,” I said.  My balls still ached a little, but the sharp pain had faded.  “What are we doing this time?”

“Let’s do a knee this time,” the photographer said.  “I like things where she looks dominant since that’s the dominatrix swimsuit, so how about she sort of grabs you by your neck and then steps in and knees you in your nuts.”

“That sounds like fun,” Tanya replied.  “How about he stands here, and I stand here?” she asked, motioning to a couple of spots.

“Looks good.  Okay, so you just need to stand there and then after she grabs your throat, you can grab her arm which is grabbing you and then she’ll step in close and go for your nuts.”

She was to my left, and once we were set, she reached over with her left hand and grabbed my throat.  She didn’t really dig in with her nails or anything, so I could have slipped away from the throat-grab if I had wanted to, but instead, I took hold of her arm with my two hands, as if I were trying to free myself.

Then I heard her start counting down, “3 … 2 … 1”, and she stepped in and swiftly brought her leg right up into my crotch.  The geometry and anatomy of the situation was such that she’d had to stretch forward just a little to reach, but she’d actually overdone it.  Her knee hit me in the taint and only her thigh hit my balls.  I grunted a little from the blow, but stayed standing.  She maintained her grip on my throat, but pulled her knee back to the ground.  I thought I’d gotten away without a real smash to my tender testes until I heard her start to countdown again, “3 … 2 … 1” and then she brought it forward again.

This time she was on target, smashing her kneecap right into my balls, pushing them against my pelvic bone.  They had nowhere to go, and distended out. There was a sharp sudden pain and I felt a little light-headed for a moment, but it was a really quick blow and not as hard as her kicks had been.  I had grunted out loud when the blow landed and was a bit unsteady, but her grip on my throat and my hands wrapped around her arm were enough to keep me upright.  Inside, I was actually a little relieved.

I said, “How was that?”  Expecting the photographer to answer, but instead I heard, “3 … 2 … 1” and suddenly Tanya kneed me again, just as on-target but this time harder and faster.  My nuts were smashed between her hard knee cap and my own pelvic bone and there was nothing that they could do expect to suddenly and quickly press outwards, the force of the knee working against the elastic properties of the outermost layer of the testicle itself as it violently flattened under the pressure of her knee. For a moment, a fear of rupture entered my head, but this was displaced suddenly as waves and waves of agony permeated my whole being and I lost all ability to think.

I not only collapsed, but also curled up into the fetal position, holding my testicles and whimpering in pain.  I feel like I was insensible for a while, but maybe it wasn’t as long as I think because when I became aware of my surroundings they seemed to still be talking about the knee.

I only sort of became aware of the photographer mid-sentence saying “... good ones of all three knees.  Should we maybe try squeezing next?  Perhaps you can avoid putting him all the way down if you’re just squeezing with varying pressure.  You should still be able to get some pretty good reactions.”

“Sure.  That sounds like fun.  I always like flattening some balls with my hands.”

The thought of that worried me, but, honestly, it did sound like there was no way it could be as bad as the knee I’d just taken.  Oddly, my earlier experience where Letitia had squeezed my balls hard enough to get me to beg her to stop did not enter into my head at the time.  When I looked up at Tanya, she was facing towards me and away from the photographer and was using both hands to play casually with her nipples.  She gave me a wink and continued to squeeze and tug at the nubs of her nipples through her bathing suit.  I could, despite the pain, feel my cock coming to life again.

This girl so much embodied a mixture of sexy teasing and intense pain, that my response to her felt just as contradictory.  She scared me, but in a very sexy way.  Slowly, I rose to my feet once more, ready to, against all rational caution, let her wrap her hands around my nuts and squeeze.

The photographer arranged us so that we were facing each other and being shot in profile. Her huge tits were almost, but not quite, touching my chest. When she reached her hand out and grabbed my balls, I felt a strong mix of arousal and terror. Her body was just ridiculously sexy, but her wide smile made her look equal parts pretty and scary from where I stood. I loved having her hold my nuts, but I also knew that soon, I was gonna regret it.

The photographer moved around, starting to take pictures from some different angles. "Okay, you can start squeezing whenever you want."

Tanya did not hesitate. Her thumb and index finger were wrapped around the top of my scrotum, trapping my balls, and once she got the signal, she immediately clamped down with the rest of her hand, squeezing my two balls together against each other. It was immensely painful and my knees became weak. I started to slowly collapse downwards, but as I did, she pulled up on my balls.

Not only did she pull them up enough that I had to keep standing, she kept raising them until I was on tiptoes. I was completely stuck there. My legs wanted to go down, but any time they relaxed, even a little, the tension in the cords which attach my nuts to my body would increase and it would hurt so badly that I’d instinctively go back on my tiptoes.

Then she started to pulse her squeezes, delivering even more force. She'd squeeze extra hard for a moment, I’d start to collapse a little, the pain of the stretch would make me straighten back up, and she would laugh.  Soon, I was just writhing there, every tight squeeze making me go down a little and back up.

She laughed at my predicament.  “It’s so much fun making you flop around like a fish on a hook.”

The photographers were giggling as well, as they moved around, shooting from different angles, and zooming in and out some.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the flirtier one who was taking the still pictures said, “Okay, I think I’ve got enough.”

“Are you sure?” Tanya asked.  “Because I can keep doing this.”  With that she gave me another hard squeeze, and chuckled at my reaction.

The photographer laughed, too.  “Yes, I think we’ve got all the shots that we need.”

“Okay,” Tanya said, giving me one more hard squeeze, and then finally releasing me.

With the squeeze released, the more immediate pain was gone, but it still felt like she had mauled my balls.  I finally was able to collapse to the sand and kneel there cradling my poor nuts in my hands.  All the girls laughed a little with surprise as I collapsed.

I found, though, to my surprise, that I was finding something about all the attention a little arousing.  As much as I didn’t want anyone to hurt my poor aching testicles any more, there was something about having three girls all focusing so much on my junk and all seeming to have a good time which tickled a little something inside me that I hadn’t known was there.

Tanya looked down at me kneeling there, holding my aching nuts, and smiled.  “Maybe I should kick him from this position.  It looks like he’s having trouble standing.”  She turned to me and stepped forward so that she was only maybe a foot and a half away.  “How does that sound?  No more standing?  And, I bet the view is pretty good.”

She had noticed that her barely-covered breasts were just above my eye level when I was down on my knees like this, and once she brought my attention to it, I couldn’t help but stare.  From slightly underneath, they looked huge and very round.  I could see how much they splayed across her ribcage, emphasizing their size.  I could feel my cock stiffening as my eyes traced her cleavage, running down the cleft between her breasts and to the round underside of them.

“Yeah, it’s a good view,” I said.

She smiled.  “Time to pay for it.”  And then she stopped for a moment and turned to the photographers, “if that sounds like a good plan.”

“Sure,” the main photographer answered.  “He could be begging you not to kick so hard.”

“Oh, that sounds fun.  I like that.  ‘Please, Mistress Tanya, have mercy on my poor balls!’  Or should it be the opposite: ‘Please, Mistress Tanya, kick my balls harder?’”

“Definitely the first one,” I said.

“Either way, you should get your hands up in a good begging position.”

Reluctantly, I removed my hands from my balls.  My balls actually felt okay, right at that moment.  There was a very dull ache, but it wasn’t too bad.  Still, they somehow felt so tender and vulnerable.  I felt like one more good kick could just destroy them.

I put my hands together before me.  “Please, Mistress Tanya, have mercy on my poor tender nuts.”

She grinned down at me.  “This is too much fun for me to be all that merciful.  But don’t worry.  I do this all the time.  I promise I won’t damage anything.”  With that, she started a countdown.  “3 … 2 … 1”.  And then she kicked with her right foot.  The top of her right foot caught me across both balls. I screamed in pain, totally overwhelmed by the force of the kick. I covered my balls with both hands and rocked there on my knees, moaning in agony.

Tanya just chuckled. "I guess I wasn't very merciful."

The flirty photographer was also still laughing when she said quote that was great but can you do it again I'd like to shoot it from a different angle?"

"All right," Tanya said to me, "hands up. Time to beg some more."

I kept my hands where they were and just looked up at her pleadingly.

She stepped in closer to me and ruffled my hair with her fingers. She whispered to me quietly, "Hey, I know it hurts, but you can do this. I'm not going to break anything. It's just a little temporary pain. Just think of the boobies. Aren't they big and soft looking? Wouldn't you like to play with them again?”

Despite myself I nodded.  She smiled and continued, “Well then, take your hands off your balls and beg me to be merciful."

She stepped back, and I did what she had told me to: slowly and with great hesitation, I removed my hands from my groin and clasped them in front of me. "Please, Mistress Tanya, be merciful."

"Okay," she said, sounding quite friendly, and I relaxed a tiny bit. "3… 2… 1!”  She kicked me just as hard as the first time, once again accurately smashing into both balls with the top of her foot. I screamed in pain and keeled over in the sand as the girls laughed at my extreme reaction to such a simple blow.

"Oh my balls, my balls," I moaned.

Hearing that Tanya broke out in a fit of giggles. "Yeah, Mistress Tanya is bad at mercy." Turning to the photographers she asked, "How was that?"

"Excellent. I got a couple good shots of the kick and of him falling over holding his nuts. What shall we do next? We're almost out of time."

"I was thinking I would just sit on him and punch his nuts. That way we don't have to worry about whether or not he's recovered."

"Sounds good."

She came over and knelt down beside me.  She took hold of my wrists and pried my hands off of my still tender testicles.  Looking back, I’m sure I’m physically stronger than her, and I can’t help but think that I should have been able to resist.  Somehow, though, the pain from that last kick had really sapped a lot of my strength from me, and when she pulled up my wrists I could barely fight back.  She seemed to have no problem prying my hands away, and then she straddled my stomach facing towards my crotch.

Her big soft butt, largely exposed by the thong back of the swimsuit she was wearing rested on my lower chest.  Despite all the pain I was feeling, once she was atop me and so close to my face, I couldn't help but admire her form.  Her wide hips easily straddled me, and led to such a narrow waist just above. Her rib cage was narrow enough and her breasts large enough that I could actually see them peeking out around the sides from behind just a little. Instinctively I put my hands on her waist as I would have a girl who was riding me reverse cowgirl.

"Are you good with this angle?" she asked the photographers.

"Yeah. Are you going to give a countdown for each hit?"

"No. I figured once I started, I'd just do a series of punches. Is that okay?"

"Sure."

Actually, that didn't sound okay to me, but before I could object he started her countdown. "3… 2… 1…" When she reached one, she punched me hard, her right hand was clenched in a fist when it landed a hard blow to my right nut. Before I could even react to the wave of pain working its way through my body her left fist landed just as hard, walloping my left nut.  She continued like that alternating blows, her right fist slamming into my right testicle and then her left fist smashing my left testicle. They were trapped by the suit, easy targets for her small but forceful fists, as they pummeled my privates over and over.

Soon, I was writhing under her, trying to somehow escape. But it was no use. I had so little strength that I could not move her off of me and neither could I manage to squirm out from underneath.  I’m sure I managed to move myself some, but not enough to even change the effectiveness of her aim and she continued to pound my poor testicles one at a time. I just grunted, moaned, and squirmed futilely as blow after blow landed on my poor tender balls.

Finally, she relented and then climbed off me. I curled into a tiny ball, holding my gonads and whimpering softly. Even the thought of future boobies was very little consolation for the absolute agony that filled my tender testes.

"Wow! You really did a number on him," the photographer remarked, chuckling.

"Yeah, but it was so much fun. Plus, I know he can take it. Did you get some good shots?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"What should I do to him next?"

"Actually, we're all out of time.  I just got a text from Daniel that Laetitia is all ready and they’re just waiting for you to come join her for your two girl shoot.  You’d better go get changed.”

Tanya looked disappointed. "Oh.  That’s too bad.  This has been my favorite shoot so far.  I thought we’d get to keep at it until Lisa and Alexis got here, at least.”

“Sorry.  Lisa and Alexis should be here soon, though, so you aren’t really missing out on much time.”

I heard enough to think that I should probably go find out what my next shoot was, as well, but instead, I just lay there on the ground, holding my balls.  Eventually, though, after laying there for long enough, I heard Lisa’s voice.  I turned and looked over there.  I sort of realized then, that I wasn’t as incapacitated as I had though myself to be.  The initial pain had been enormous and it had really lingered, but over time, it had sort of faded down so slowly that I hadn’t really noticed it receding.  My balls still hurt, mind you, but it was more of an ache now, not an acute pain.

I managed to sit up, and go walk over to talk to people.  The photographer was talking to Lisa and to the redhead whose name turned out to be Alexis.  They were wearing the swimsuits for their next shoot, which turned out to be "school girl" micro bikinis.

Basically, they were white micro bikinis except that they also had little pleated plaid skirts. The skirts, though, were only maybe four inches long. They really didn't cover anything much.  The bikinis looked a lot more like what a stripper would wear than what someone would actually wear to the beach. But I didn't mind.

Both girls looked extremely hot. Seeing them side by side in the same outfit I wound up really comparing their bodies to each other. Lisa was just a little taller and a little more cut. Her waist was definitely smaller than Alexis's, but they both had the same sort of round hips. Alexis's tits were just a little bit larger and rounder, but both girls were up in roughly the Double D range. Their tops were barely holding things in, just covering the nipples and not much more.

Their bottoms were just as skimpy, tiny isosceles triangles in the front connected by strings to a thong back. Both girls had nicely protruding, well rounded pairs of ass cheeks. And they each had long sexy legs. Lisa's were more fit and cut like a dancer's. Alexis's we're softer and more feminine looking, but I would have been very excited to stick my face in between either pair of thighs.

As I approached the two girls who were talking to the photographers, I have to admit I was more thinking sexual thoughts about the two of them, especially the two of them together, then I was remembering the pain in my balls.

When I reached where they were, the flirty photographer addressed me. "I'm glad to see you up and around, my brave ballsy model!"

"Uh, thanks," I replied.

"I was just taking the girls about how you'd agreed to allow real busting in your shoot with the target suit despite not being a ball busting fetishist."

"Uh, okay."

"They were really impressed."

"Yeah. It really takes, well, balls to put your nuts on the line like that just to make the shoot the best it can be," Lisa said. "That's a lot of dedication. I'm glad I'm getting to shoot with you."

"Oh, well, thanks," I replied, blushing a little.

"Me too," Alexis chimed in. "I'm looking forward to this shoot with you.  We saw Tanya at the changing trailer and she says you'd been great. "

I realized that this meant that I was shooting with the two of them next. This thought came into my head that maybe with their naughty school girl outfits, we'd do some sort of scene where I get to spank them. "Yeah, doing this with you two is going to be terrific."

"Oh, good. Can I reveal a little secret?"

"Sure," I answered and the other two girls nodded.

"I've never kicked anyone in the balls before. You're going to be my first. Isn't that exciting?"

"Uh, yeah," I stammered as the penny dropped. I was still wearing the target suit, and they were not the sort of naughty school girls who needed a spanking, they were the sort of naughty school girls who are going to kick school boys in the balls on the playground. And it was my balls they were planning to kick.

And, as I replayed the conversation we just had in my head now with a greater understanding of what they were thinking, I realized that I basically just given them permission to do it and told them that I thought it would be terrific.

While I was still trying to figure out if I should say that this was all a misunderstanding and beg them not to hurt my poor tender testicles, Lisa surprised me when she said, "by the way, when we talked to Tanya she mentioned something about having enticed you into agreeing to it with some sort of boob related reward. Would you like us to flash our tits in between shots?"

Even if they weren't quite as enormously chesty as Tanya, both girls were quite busty, especially relative to how small their waists were and what svelte figures they had as a whole.  I could already feel my dick hardening just at the thought of the two of them flashing their tits together just for me.  And although it was probably a terrible idea, I found myself saying," Yeah, that would be great!" thus irrevocably giving them permission to hurt my gonads in return for some flashes of their boobs.

"Here," Lisa said, "I'll even advance you one." And with that, she pulled up her top, causing her boobs to move upward for a moment and then fall down, her brown nipples suddenly exposed. I took a close look. Her areolas were each a couple of inches across and slightly oval shaped with just a little puffiness and with very long nubs.

"Oh, me, too," Alexis said, and pulled her top up, too, setting off her own sudden tit drop. Her nipples were smaller and pink.  Her areolas were very round and flat, but she, too, had very long nipples.

I enjoyed very much my eyeful of both sets of breasts. I quickly had an erection filling out the pouch of my suit.  The girls were also clearly looking at each other.  Alexis spoke up first, "I wonder whose nipples are longer," she said, and grabbing her breast in one hand, cupping her nipple area, began to advance on Lisa.

"No, not now," Lisa said, quickly pulling her top back down. "Checking that is gonna be really sexy. We should save that to be a reward after he's let us kick his nuts for a bit."

"Oh, okay. That's a good idea," Alexis said, nodding in agreement. She pulled her bikini top back into pace as well. "So what sound we do first?"

"Well," the photographer said, "I was thinking that we'd sort of do some little stories. Mostly I was thinking of a pervert and two school girls. Like, basically, he'd do something pervy and then you'd kick him in the balls for it."

"That sounds fun," said Lisa.

The photographer continued, "For the first one, I was thinking one of you would bend over and 'accidentally' show off your ass. He would stop and ogle really obviously. Then the other girl would kick him in the balls from behind while he was distracted."

"That sounds amazing!" Alexis said. "Who's doing which part?"

"Well, I thought we'd do it twice, once with each girl doing each thing."

"Okay! I think Lisa should kick first so that I can learn what to do by watching her.”

"That's fine with me," Lisa said.

I wasn’t really in love with the plan, but it was really only the ball-kicking part I disliked, and I was pretty much stuck with that, so I went along with it.  The photographer directed us about where to stand and we took our positions.  Alexis did a very nice job bending over, and I definitely didn’t have to pretend that I was enjoying the view of her ass in a thong sticking out from under that extremely short skirt.  I was sure to ham it up, though, bending forward to get a good view.  I suddenly felt a hard kick from behind slam into my balls.  I grunted hard and collapsed to the ground, holding my nuts.  They were clearly still tender from before.

“That was a great kick,” I head the photographer say, “but I didn’t get the picture of it.  I didn’t realize you were going to do it quite that soon, so I wasn’t ready.  It’s kind of hard to time these action shots, so could you do it again, but this time count down from three before you do the actual kick?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Lisa said.  “I hadn’t thought about that.  I’m used to just posing and waiting for the pictures to be taken, but this is quite different.  I’ll do it your way this time, well, if he ever gets up again.”

“He will, he just needs a little recovery.”

I could see Alexis looking down at me now.  “Does getting kicked in the balls hurt that bad?”  I wasn’t up to answering questions, but fortunately, Lisa and the flirty photographer jumped in to answer.

“Oh, yeah.  It really hurts guys a lot,” Lisa said, with a smile.

“Yeah, it’s really painful for them,” the photographer agreed.

“Oh, should I not be finding it funny, then?” Alexis asked.

“No, don’t worry about it.  That’s why it’s funny,” Lisa said.

“What do you mean?” Alexis asked.

“Well, it’s because it hurts them so much, but it doesn’t actually damage them.  Like, you give a guy a hard kick in the nuts, and he collapses and moans in pain, but really he’s fine.  That’s why it’s funny, because you get such a big reaction for a little kick and no actual damage.”  She looked down at me. "Speaking of that, you're fine, so it's time to get up and take another kick. We're gonna do the nipple length comparison once we finish both versions of this scene. You don't want to miss that, do you?"

She was right. I could feel my dick stiffening in my suit just thinking of them pressing their nipples together. I was still sore, but the pain wasn't acute. I dragged myself up off of the sand and tried to mentally prepare myself for another kick in the crotch.

We got back into position, Alexis bending over and me ogling her fine round ass. I made sure to keep my feet spread somewhat apart as I did my exaggerated looking. Soon I heard Lisa countdown 3 2 1 and then I felt her foot smash solidly into my nuts from behind. I collapsed to my knees in the sand, holding my nuts and moaning in pain. The kick had been just as hard as the previous one.

I could hear the girls chuckling and then the photographer confirming that she'd gotten the shot.

"Ooh, so it's my turn now," Alexis said, sounding delighted. "How hard should I kick?"

"Well," Lisa answered, "you want a firm kick, enough to get a reaction, but you don't want to kick too hard. We're not trying to injure him, just to get him down to the ground."

"What happens if I kick too soft or too hard?"

"Well, if you kick too soft, you'll just have to try it again. If you kick too hard, you'll put him out of commission and we won't be able to get as many shots as we're supposed to."

"Oh, I guess I'd better try to be gentle then."

"Yeah, but, I mean, don't be too gentle. Then it's no fun.  Ideally, you want to kick hard enough to get a funny reaction from him, but soft enough he recovers quickly."

"Okay. I'll try." She turned and addressed me. "Are you ready?"

I wasn't really eager for another kick in the balls. My nuts were still sore and tender, but I was able to get up, so I agreed to. I was hopeful that Alexis wouldn't kick too hard.

Lisa got in position, sticking her butt out for me to ogle.  I did my best to show how much I was enjoying looking.  I stood with my legs a little further apart this time.  I wanted Alexis to have an easy time finding the target since it was her first time.  Even though I didn’t really want more ball pain, it somehow still felt important to me that her very first ball kick go well.  Spreading my legs a little extra, though, made me feel a tiny bit like I was being slutty, showing off my balls to her.  It was a weird feeling that I hadn’t really felt before.  Honestly, feeling like that was kind of hot.

I heard Alexis begin her count down “3 … 2 … 1” and then I felt the most gentle tap on my nuts from her foot.  I managed not to laugh, but I did smile some.

“You need to kick him harder than that!” Lisa said.

“Sorry,” Alexis said.  “Can I try again?”

“Sure,” the photographer replied, “You’re all still in position, so just count down and do it again.”

“Okay,” she said.  “3 … 2 … 1” and this time I felt a slightly harder strike.  I winced a little, mostly in surprise, but then I recovered fairly quickly.  It wasn’t really nearly as hard as most of the kicks had been.  “Was that hard enough?” she asked.

“Closer,” Lisa said.  “Why don’t you give it one more go?”

“Okay,” she said.  “I think I can do it this time.”  She adjusted her stance a little and then counted down.  “3 … 2 … 1”, and this time it definitely felt like a kick to the balls.  I grunted out loud and leaned forward as my tender balls felt a sharp sudden pain.  The kick had gotten me squarely across both balls.  With the level of tenderness I was experiencing, even though it hadn’t been that hard, it was enough to get a reaction out of me.

Still, she wasn’t quite satisfied.  “Aw, he’s still standing,” she said, sounding sort of pouty.  “I’ll try once more.”

“Nope,” the photographer said, a little sharply, “I got good pictures of both of those last two.  He may not be rolling around on the ground, but he had good facial expressions.  It’s time to move to the next shot.”

“Aw,” Alexis grumbled, sounding distinctly disappointed that she hadn’t gotten the chance to hit my nuts hard enough to make me collapse.  I didn’t really feel very bad for her, even if the pouting look did make her look very sexy.

“For this one, I was thinking that the three of you could be standing side by side with him in the middle, and then he grabs both of your asses, and then the two of you each reach down and take hold of one of his nuts and squeeze.”

“Oh, that sounds fun, too,” Alexis said.  “I’ve never squeezed a ball before.  I mean, I’ve squeezed a ball, but not, like, a guy’s ball.”

We got into rough positions and then the photographer repositioned us a little bit for lighting and angle reasons.  We were in a line, but there was a little space between us so that it would be more obvious that I was grabbing their asses.  Then she backed off and gave us the queue to action.

We sort of pretended to talk for a moment and then I swung both hands back a little and, with a bit of a smack to it, I grabbed Lisa’s left butt cheek and Alexis’s right cheek, really giving each a good squeeze.  I mean, I didn’t have to do that part.  I just needed to look like I was touching them, but if I’m given an opportunity to get a good grip on a couple of nice buttocks, I don’t see any reason not to.  When my hands hit their butts, each of the girls let out a little noise of surprise and startled a bit.  And then, after just a moment, Lisa swung her hand down and expertly and forcefully grabbed onto my right testicle.  And just as she did that, I heard Alexis say “3 … 2 … hey, wait, are we supposed to be grabbing already?”

Lisa gave me one good squeeze, just enough to make me gasp, and then let go.  “Yeah, I thought so,” she said.  “Do we need to count down?”

“I don’t think you do,” the photographer said, “I can see the timing of things pretty well, so I know when to snap pictures.  Plus if I’m a little slow, you’ll still be holding his balls when I take the picture, so it should still be good.”

“Okay, sorry,” Alexis said.  We went back to our positions.

The photographer once more instructed us to start.  This time I waited a couple of beats before grabbing their asses because it had been fun surprising them the previous time and I figured I should try varying the timing if I wanted to surprise them again.  It worked.  I got a little jump out of each of them again.  Honestly, the little startled reactions were a lot of fun.  I liked having them react to me, plus there was a little titty-jiggle each time.  My cock was starting to fill out my suit again, as I took a nice handful of each girl’s ass.

This time, they acted in sync, each girl grabbing onto a ball at the same time.  I got to have my own little startled reaction as they each managed to get a hold of one.  And then, they started squeezing.  Alexis’s squeeze was pretty gentle, but Lisa’s was extremely strong, really digging into my nut.  I started to grunt, and gasp immediately, and as I wiggled some, instinctively trying to lessen the pain, she gripped harder to make sure that she had a solid grasp.

As she clamped down with more and more force, I wound up collapsing to the ground as a result of the pain.  Her grip was so strong that I kind of collapsed downwards, but swung in her direction, her arm acting as a pendulum.  Alexis followed for a moment or two, but soon the testicle she had been holding more gingerly had slipped from her grasp.  As I got lower, Lisa bent forward, keeping her hand well clamped on my testicle, until I got far enough down that it seemed likely that she would topple over if she kept holding on, at which point she finally released me.

I landed on the soft sand, feeling much better now that my testicle was out of her surprisingly firm grip, but it was still tender from the experience, and I lay there for a few moments on the cool sand.

“You squeezed harder than I did, didn’t you?” Alexis asked Lisa.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Are we going to do it again?”

“No,” the photographer answered.  “I think we’re good.  Let’s move on.”

“I keep missing my opportunities to cause some real pain,” Alexis said, looking pouty again.

“Don’t worry,” the photographer reassured her, “we still have time for several more shots.  For the next part, I thought that maybe we would move more towards playground bullying.  Maybe the two of you are just mean girls going for his nuts because you find it fun.”

“It does seem fun,” Alexis said.

“So,” the photographer continued, “I was thinking that one of you could be grabbing him from behind, maybe wrapping your arms up around his shoulders, to hold him in place for the other one to knee him in the balls.  We can try it both ways like we did the first one.  Oh, and you should count down again for this shoot.”

"Sounds good!" Alexis said.

"Should I knee him first again?" Lisa asked.

"Sure."  Alexis moved behind me. I want sure she was going to know what to do, but she quickly grabbed me in a Full Nelson. Because of our relative sizes she wound up pursuing against me in order to get a good grip, and that meant her soft breasts were pressed into my back.

Just as I was noticing that and starting to enjoy the sensation, I realized that Lisa was in front of me already. She gave me a broad smile and started counting down. "3.. 2.. 1"  The Full Nelson caused my face to be pointing downward so I watched as her knee slammed into my battered balls.

I grunted from the impact. She had gotten them squarely and with a good amount of force. My legs wobbled a little, but Alexis held me up firmly.

"I didn't get that one well. Can we try it again?" the photographer asked.

I groaned in frustration. But Lisa piped up, "Sure! No problem!"  She gave me another big toothy grin and pulled her knee back into position. I could almost feel the pain in my balls already when she began her countdown. "3.. 2.. 1" and she once more launched her knee right into my crotch.

This hit was just as effective as the last, inflicting yet more pain on my tender testes. I groaned in pain and tried to grab my nuts to comfort them, but Alexis had my arms locked up tight, and I could neither grab my crotch nor double over from the pain.

The girls looked expectantly at the photographer who was checking her camera. "Yeah, that looks good!"

Alexis released me, saying, "My turn!"

I managed to stay standing after she let me go, but I did lean way over, putting my hands on my knees to keep myself up.  By that point, the immediate sharpness of the pan had passed, but my nuts still were hurting pretty badly, and it took some effort to not just collapse.  When Lisa took hold of me, I actually felt a little relief because I knew she would help support my weight.  She had a little more trouble getting me in a full nelson.  I suspect that Alexis had done it at some point before, but Lisa hadn’t.  Plus Lisa was an inch or two shorter than Alexis.

After a little bit of adjusting, though, she did finally have her arms in the right place, and I was there locked in her grip.  Oddly, I relaxed a little once I was in her grip.  It was somehow easier to stand, and now I had a different pair of tits pressing against my back which I found to be, well, very nice.

Looking at Alexis, she looked positively bubbly.  She had a beaming smile.  Just seeing it sort of cheered me up a little.  There’s something infectious about having a very pretty girl looking right at you with a big smile on her face.  Seeing her reminded me of how hot she was and how lucky I was to have one hot girl pressing against me while I looked at another one.  I could even feel the pain in my balls slowly receding, and my erection beginning to return.  Lisa sort of kicked my legs apart a little, and I just went with it, spreading them.

“I’m not going to miss my chance this time,” Alexis said.  “You’re going to feel this one for real.”

Her bright smile sort of meant that her words didn’t soak in right away.  My mind just sort of regarded them in the manner of “oh, well, that’s nice, good for you”, before I realized that she was saying that she was going to hurt my already aching nuts even more.  Before I could protest, I heard her start her countdown.

“3 .. 2 .. 1.”  And then she stepped forward and brought her knee up into my balls so quickly that I could barely follow it with my eyes.  The impact was enough that just from the force of the hit between my legs, I staggered back, throwing Lisa a little off balance.  But it wasn’t just the general force to the crotch area which was causing me trouble.  Her knee had smashed right into my testicles and as the sensation caught up to me, I yowled in pain and my legs collapsed from under me.  Lisa tried to hang on, but wound up having to let me go in order to maintain her balance.

I collapsed to the sand, my hands moving instinctively to try to protect my poor aching nuts.  I was in so, so much pain.  I just shut down and ignored the world.  Later I got to watch the video which was being shot, so I know that Alexis clapped her hands in delight, as I fell, and I know that both of the models and both of the photographers laughed in surprise at how sudden my collapse was.

But at the time I wasn’t aware of any of that.  In my world, there were no pretty girls in bikinis, no photographers, just two aching testicles and a whole world of pain centered on them.  I could feel my stomach cramping.  I thought that I would probably just stay there forever.

At some later time, the girls each took hold of me by one of my elbows and tried to gently pull me up.  I could feel them pulling, but initially I wasn’t moving.  However, they were quite insistent, continuing to pull and also saying “Come on!  Get up!”

Finally, I both gave up trying to resist their cajoling and managed to barely stand on my feet despite the how tender and pained my poor balls still felt.  Once I was on my feet, Alexis took over, putting me in a side headlock.  Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a side headlock before, but it generally means that your head is sort of locked there against someone’s chest.  My older brother used to do it to me when I was younger.  But, by comparison, this was distinctly different.

The biggest difference between how this felt when my teenager brother would do it and having Alexis lock my head in the same place is that Alexis has boobs.  Specifically, she has nice big, soft titties and when she put her arm around my neck the result was that my face was smashed right against one of those tits of hers.  She was still wearing her bikini top, of course, but it was pretty skimpy, and all that side boob it wasn't covering was just pressed right against the top of my face.

She pulled me over just a bit, positioning me. This bright me a little off balance, so I wound up spreading my legs apart to give myself a wider stance so that I wouldn't fall. I heard the photographer say, "That's perfect," but the meaning of it didn't really off my awareness.

At least, not until I heard Lisa say "3.. 2.. 1" and suddenly felt her knee strike my testicles. It wasn't that hard a hit, but it did catch me unprepared, so I grunted in pain and tried to move around. Alexis had me in a very firm headlock, though, so there wasn't anywhere I could go. Instinctively, I also tried to cover my nuts with my hands, but my torso was almost horizontal and I didn't really have anything I could grip except my aching nuts themselves, which I didn't want to pull on. So I had to try holding my arms up to shield my balls and I soon found that I was unable to do that for very long. It's hard to hold your arms horizontal for very long without any support. Soon my arms began to shake and then I had to give up on my attempt at shielding them.

In the meantime, I heard the photographer saying to Lisa, "No, that just didn't look right. Why don't we try a kick instead?"

"Sure!" Lisa had said.

So, when I let my arms fall, almost immediately I heard "3.. 2.. 1" and Lisa kicked my balls from behind. I think she was still going somewhat easy on me, but it was hard enough that I gasped from the pain and squirmed in the headlock, and tried to cover my nuts again.

Attempts to shield myself failed for the same reason as before, but the squirming in the headlock was actually kind of nice. It meant that my face was rubbing against her boob, which I definitely enjoyed. I made a little plan to next time do intentionally what I had just done accidentally that time. My nuts might have been in pain, but that didn't stop me from wanting to enjoy myself in other ways.

Next, though, it turned out to be time for the girls to switch places. Once Lisa came over to take over, only then did Alexis release me. So, basically, I went from being squished against Alexis's left boob to being squished against Lisa's right boob when possession of my head was exchanged with one very brief moment during the exchange when I actually had one squashing me from each side. My aching nuts did not stop me from being rock hard at this point.

As I was enjoying my position there against Lisa's lovely, soft breast, I heard an excited-sounding Alexis being to count down "3.. 2.. 1"  And then she kicked me in the balls so hard that it lifted my back end up off the ground just a little.

I shrieked in pain and collapsed to the ground. My head left Lisa's grasp as my legs lost any ability to support me and I fell forward. I lay on the ground moaning in pain and cradling my aching testicles with my hands. Through the fog of pain, I could hear Alexis laughing with delight, but this time, no one else was laughing.

It took a bit for the pain to recede some. I felt my testicles to make sure that they were still intact. They were fine, but so, so sensitive. Even just touching them myself to make sure they were whole was painful.

At that point, all I wanted to do was to lie there on the cool sand and wait until my testicles no longer hurt. Unfortunately for me, though, after a bit, the girls and the photographers didn't want to wait any more. The girls had gotten down in their knees beside me, and they took hold of me and rolled me into my back. The idea of resisting them didn't occur to me at the time.

Lisa took hold of my arms and pulled them away from my crotch and then climbed onto my chest, sitting on me in the school girl pin position with her folded legs pining down my shoulders and her barely covered pussy tantalizingly close to my face.  She was leaning forward using her hands to hold my arms above my head. In retrospect, I don't know why I let her get me in such a vulnerable position, probably it was just that I was exhausted from the stress of all the ball busting and still highly attracted to her.

Alexis straddled my stomach facing the opposite direction and right away took hold of my nuts. Just her grabbing them made me gasp and start to squirm a little.

“Wow!” she said.  “Are they that sensitive?”

“They’re really tender from the kicking,” I said.

“Oh, oops.  Sorry!” she said, sounding more amused than regretful.

As she held them in one hand, she used her other hand to prod and poke them, causing me to groan and fidget underneath them.  I couldn’t really move much, though.  A school girl pin might not seem like that big a deal, but having a person’s full weight on my chest and another on my stomach really made it hard to move much.  I mean, these were relatively thin girls, but I’m sure that they were each somewhere over a hundred pounds.  So squirming a little was about all I could do.

After a little bit of the prodding, Alexis said to the photographer, “Okay, I’m gonna switch to squeezing now.”

I swallowed hard, afraid of how much it was going to hurt.  “Please,” I said, “not too hard.”

“Don’t worry,” she said.  And then her hands clamped down hard on my nuts.

I was immediately in agony.  I whimpered in pain.  My gut clenched from the referred pain and the whole of my torso tensed up.  My legs were the only part of me which was free, and they just sort of thrashed about.  I did it without thinking, instinctively my legs just moved about, as if trying to find some position which would relieve the pain.  But, of course, no matter how they moved, her hands stayed just as attached to my aching testes, crushing them between her fingers and her palms.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she let go.  I felt such relief.  My legs finally collapsed back into a resting position and my guys unclenched.

“And now I’m going to do some punching,” she announced.

“Sounds good,” said the photographer.

Alexis gathered up my balls in her left hand and cocked her right hand up above.  “3 .. 2 .. 1” she counted down and then delivered a punch to my trapped right nut.

I was anticipating another round of hell, but, fortunately, this punch wasn’t actually that hard.  I mean, my balls were still tender, and I grunted when she hit, but compared to the squeezing, it wasn’t really that intense.

“Okay, I got a good shot,” I heard the photographer say.

“Let me try one more,” Alexis said, “I think I can get him harder.”

“Sure, go for it.”

“3 .. 2 .. 1,” she counted and then she punched my balls probably twice as hard as the previous time.  It was enough to really make my gut clench and make me yelp in pain.  This time she chuckled to hear my response to her assault.  “Yep, that was better.”

She climbed off of my stomach.  And then Lisa got up off of my shoulders.  For a moment, I thought we might finally be done, but then Alexis sat down where Lisa had been.  I looked up at her, and of course, she looked terribly sexy, just as Lisa had before her.  She was looking down at me and smiling.  “I wish I could make you eat my pussy,” she said, “but we’re in public, and plus I kind of have to keep the swimsuit on to model it.”

The photographer had overheard what she was saying.  “You can slide down onto his face more if you want, though.”

“Oh, that does sound fun!”  She repositioned herself so that she really was sitting on my face with her pussy lips right against my lips, separated from them only by a thin piece of spandex.  My erection quickly started to grow from having her pussy right there.  I could feel it and smell her arousal.  Just as I reached full mast, Lisa sat down on me.  When Alexis was on that side, she had sat on my stomach, near my belly button, but Lisa sat further down towards my hips, and as she sat down, her weight ended up just resting on the head of my now hard dick.

I found myself suddenly really intensely horny.  I wanted to fuck these two girls so badly.  Instead, though, Lisa took hold of my aching nuts in both hands and started to squeeze.  Her grip was almost as bad as Alexis’s had been, and soon my guts were clenched, my legs were thrashing around, and I was whimpering in pain, this time right into Alexis’s pussy.  She grabbed me by the hair and started grinding her pussy against my mouth.

At that moment, I honestly had no idea what I was feeling.  I was in so much pain, but also so horny, I just felt like my brain was short-circuiting.  But, really, it isn’t like there was anything I could do differently anyway.  I writhed a little and moaned in pain.  Every little movement I made with my head or every little sound I made with my lips just wound up being a form of rubbing against Alexis’s barely covered pussy lips.  My cock was throbbing with arousal while my balls were in terrible pain from the pressure Lisa was putting on them.

Finally, she let them go, very much to my relief.  I let out a brief sigh of relief, again, with my lips right against Alexis’s bikini bottom.  But my relief was short-lived.

“Okay,  I think I’m just going to try a bunch of punches without counting down each one.  Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

Lisa grabbed my balls with her left hand and then suddenly I felt her fist hit me in my trapped nuts.  The first blow wasn’t that bad.  I jerked a little and grunted, but it was more out of surprise than pain.  The second punch was harder, though, enough to force a reaction out of me.  The third punch was even harder, and soon I found myself moaning and my legs starting to move again.  She punched several more times, getting more and more forceful.  I was soon moaning non-stop into Alexis’s pussy as Lisa’s little fist smashed into my nuts again and again.

Suddenly Alexis did a little extra squirming and her whole body sort of shook foot a moment or two. I suspect she had an orgasm, but it's hard for me to be sure.

Shortly afterwards, Lisa finished up her barrage of punches by giving me one extra hard punch to finish things. The other punches had not been light, but this one she seemed to put her whole weight behind, just absolutely squishing my nuts between her first and her hand. The pain was so intense and my body so desperate to escape the agony that I bucked suddenly, throwing the girls a little off balance, but not actually getting myself free.

I continued to loan and writhe under them for a moment before Lisa got up off me. Alexis shifted and I thought she was climbing off me, but actually she leaned back, twisted some, and punched me hard in the balls as well.

I grunted in agony and my legs came together and my knees came up as I tried to curl into the fetal position. Alexis gave a cheerful laugh, clearly amused by my response. "That one was just for fun," she said as she finally climbed off of my face and stood up.

I curled up into a ball, finally being at able to grab my tender orbs with my hands.

"I think it'll be a while until he gets up," Lisa said. "Maybe we overdid it."

"Well, we only have time for one more shot," the photographer said. "And I've got an idea of what we could do which doesn't require him getting up."

She came over to the girls and dirty if whispered and pointed until they understood the plan. I think she wanted them to take me by surprise.

As I lay there on the cool sand, curled into my ball, I realized that the two girls had come over. Suddenly, each girl grabbed one of my ankles. Alexis had my left, and Lisa my right. They lifted them up into the air and out away from my body, causing my legs to make a vee shape. It required some effort on their part because I didn't really want to uncurl and have them attack my poor, tender testes yet again. But by this point, I was exhausted from all the pain. Having your muscles clenched from pain a lot is more exhausting than I had realized. So they did manage to overcome my resistance.

Still, though, I had my hands covering my nuts. Alexis used her for to try to nudge them away. "Come on. It's the last position. Just this and then you're done."

"No, please," I said.

"Come on, please," she said in a pleading tone of voice.

I shook my head and didn't move my hands.

“Come on.  It’s the very last position.  How about this: let us do this, and I’ll flash my tits afterwards.  Maybe Lisa will, too?” she asked, looking at Lisa.

“Sure.  I’ll give him a tit flash.”

The thought of both of them showing me their bare breasts did sound enticing.  I had gotten a quick look at Lisa’s earlier, but they were pretty nice and another look sounded nice, and I hadn’t seen Alexis’s yet.  Slowly, I withdrew my hands and tried to ready myself for whatever last mean thing they were going to do to my nuts.

“Thanks!  Okay, put your hands on your head to make sure you don’t change your mind,” Alexis said.

I did what she said.  Then they repositioned themselves slightly, and then each lifted one of their feet.  It suddenly occurred to me what they were planning: a double nut stomp.  They were each going to stomp one of my nuts.  I’d never had that happen before, but I could tell that this was going to hurt.

I heard them count down together.  “3 … 2 … 1”, they counted, mostly in sync with each other, but not entirely, and then they stomped.  They didn’t quite go at the same time.  Alexis’s foot came down faster, getting my left nut hard.  Lisa’s was slower and less accurate.  It sort of glanced off of Alexis’s foot and slapped my right ball a little.  The stomp on my left ball set me to moaning.  It had just gotten crushed right against me and it hurt so bad.

My guts clenched up and my body tried to roll around in pain, but with each of them having hold of one of my legs, I didn’t really get anywhere.

“We didn’t really get him at once,” Alexis observed.

“I can stomp a little quicker this time,” Lisa said.  “Let’s give it another go.”

“Okay,” Alexis said, cheerily.

Together they started their countdown, still a little off sync, with Alexis saying three right before Lisa.

 As they began their countdown, the logical thing for me to do would have been to use my hands to cover my nuts and attempt to protect them, but somehow my pain addled brain decided to sort of wave my hands in front of me as if I was trying to stop something which was about to run into me and say “No, please!”  But they were undeterred.

“Two,” they said, this time almost together.

“No,” I pleaded.

“One,” they said, both exactly at the same time and smiling broadly, happy that they’d figured out their coordination.  And then as one, they brought their feet down together, hard and fast, each smashing one of my poor trapped testicles flat.  I howled in pain, and started to thrash.  But they each still held one of my legs up in the air with both of them still holding my ankle firmly.

Seeing my reaction to the stomp, they each smiled wider and laughed, despite themselves, and then they let go of my legs, first Alexis and then Lisa as well.  I rolled into a ball, holding my poor testicles, praying that no further assault on them would come.  My whole world was just an aching, cramping pain which was both in my balls and in my gut.  I shut my eyes and rocked back and forth a little, hoping that the pain would lessen.

A couple of minutes later, I felt one of the girls touching my shoulder.  I opened my eyes a little, and it was Lisa touching my shoulder.  They were both kneeling on the sand in front of the direction I was facing.  I was confused for a moment, but then they smiled and lifted their tops, exposing their boobs for me.  I realized that they were fulfilling their earlier promise.  It was nice getting to see their nipples.  Alexis had larger pink ones, and Lisa’s were still smaller and brown and the nubs were nicely erect.

I stared while I could, but after just a bit, they each put their tops back into position, covering their nipples again.  And then they got up, and headed back toward the area with the changing trailer.  I just lay there.  My nut pain had faded enough that I was able to focus on tits for a few moments, but without the distraction, I couldn’t help but notice how much it still hurt.  I closed my eyes again and waited for the pain to dull while the world went on around me.

I had been lying there for a pretty long time, probably ten minutes or so when Tanya came over.  "Hey," she said.  I opened my eyes when I heard her.  "You missed the wrap up meeting, so I figured I'd come find you and give you your box."  She had switched to street clothes, a t-shirt and shorts, but she still looked sexy.  The t-shirt was tucked into the shorts, so it still showed off really well just how small her waist and big her boobs were.

"What did I miss?"

"Oh, not much. You three were the last shoot to finish up. The girls changed and then when you weren't there, they went ahead and closed up the changing trailer. That's why I have your box. The wrap up meeting was pretty quick, just thanks for doing a good job, expect an email with raw images tomorrow, checks should be cut on Monday so expect them in the mail this week and let her know ASAP if yours hasn't arrived by Friday. Standard stuff."

She was holding a clear plastic bin with my street clothes as well as all the swimsuits I had worn. I saw that and asked, "We get to take the suits home with us?"

"Yeah, no one sells used swimwear, so they give us the ones we modeled. It's one of the perks of the job."

"Nice."

She smiled at me. "So, I still owe you some time playing with the girls. I looked up a motel near here if you want to follow me in your car."

"Uh, sure," I said, suddenly feeling eager to collect my reward.  I pulled myself up off the ground. My balls were feeling much better now, but still aching. With no place to change, I put my clothes on over the target suit.

As I dressed, she remarked, "Looks like Alexis and Lisa got you pretty good, too. Did they promise you any rewards?"

"Just a tit flash at the end. The photographer took my giving you permission as a blanket statement. By the time I realized that, she'd already told the girls, and they were all excited. I felt like I couldn't say no."

She chuckled. "So, because you didn't want to hurt their feelings, you let them hurt your testicles?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"That reminds me. I put the card of the ballbusting fetish site that I model for in your box. They're looking for new models, and I told them I'd see what I could do. I gave the card to all the girls as well. Several of them seemed like they really enjoyed hurting your nuts."

"Yeah, they sure did," I said, my balls still feeling sore.

She chuckled.  “You were a good sport about it.  It was a lot of fun busting your balls.  Very sexy.”

“Sexy? Really?”

“Oh yeah.  The shoot made me so horny.  I would totally have fucked you right then if there’d been some way to do it without us both getting fired.”

Just the thought of fucking her was enough that my cock was sticking up inside its suit again.  Going to a motel with her was starting to sound like a better deal than I’d realized.

I had my clothes on at this point and had picked up my box. We headed to our cars.  She said, "Okay, follow me."

She wasn't that careful a driver to follow, sometimes making me rush through a yellow light, but there was no way I was gonna lose my chance for another good grope of those big titties and, well, it sounded like maybe more.

We got to the motel. It was a little rundown place near the highway which had no problem renting us a room for the day. The room looked clean but smelled vaguely of weed.

To be honest, the first thing we did when we got there was to take turns using the bathroom. She went first and then I had a big pee and drank a bunch of water. I think I'd let myself get a little dehydrated during the shoot. After my turn she went into the bathroom again and when she came out, she was wearing only the tiny shiny gold bikini that I'd seen her in before.

"You like?"

Of course I did. She had an amazing figure and this bikini hid just enough of her body to tease me. I could feel my cock stiffening again.  “You look amazing!”

“Let’s get these clothes off you,” she said, grabbing the edge of my shirt and stepping in to pull it up.  I helped pull it over my head and then unbuttoned my shorts.  I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them.  I still had the target suit on underneath, and Tanya was looking eagerly at my crotch.  “Oh, I’d forgotten you were still wearing that.”

“I haven’t had the chance to change, but I can take it off, now.”

“That’s okay.  Keep it on for now.  I like seeing you in it.”  Suddenly she gave me a little swat to the balls.

“Ow,” I said, surprised, as I bent a little at the waist.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she said.  “I just wanted to see how tender they still were, plus it’s sexy getting a reaction out of you.”

“Well, I guess that’s okay, but it really hurts,” I said, not wanting to tell her that she couldn’t do something she found sexy, but also not wanting to encourage her to continue to abuse my nuts.  I stepped out of my sandals that I was wearing and, now that I was nearly naked, wanted to switch my focus back to her body rather than mine.  “Your tits look amazing in that top.”

“Thanks.  It does show an awful lot of them, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.  It does a nice job of showing enough to tantalize without quite revealing everything.”

“Does that mean you want me to keep it on?” she asked with a teasing tone to her voice.

“No, I would much rather see you take it off.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, drawing it out.

“Please take it off for me.”

“Well, okay, since you’ve been such a good boy and let me hurt your balls so badly, I guess I will for you.”  She removed it slowly, sort of doing a little strip-tease where she even shook her boobs at me some.  I was so excited to see her naked breasts again.  She was nicely built even without factoring in her huge boobs, but as she did have them, her figure just took my breath away.  Seeing her topless was already enough to get my cock just pulsing in its sleeve in the target suit.

I was almost afraid to ask, but I wanted it so badly now that I had to.  “Can I play with them now?”

"Sure,” she answered, very casually, “but I'm kind of tired of standing, though.  So let’s do this over here." She climbed onto the bed and then crawled across it and lay down. I don't know if you've ever seen a extremely busty woman crawl across a bed, but it's a sight to behold. Her huge tits hung down beneath her with her puffy nipples looking even puffier than usual as they were at the bottom of her breasts and the weight of them seemed to push her nipples out further, and as she crawled, her big hanging tits jiggled and shook. And that was nothing compared to the big jiggle when she flopped down into the bed.

Those were some huge natural titties, and I could not wait to get hold of them again. When she patted the bed next to her, indicating that I should be there, I practically leapt onto the bed.

We were both lying on our sides facing each other. My left hand had a comfortable grip on her big, soft right tit. My right hand was under me, so it was really awkward getting hold of her left tit with it, but boy was I trying. It was amazing just getting to grope such massive breasts. I was extremely hard in my suit. My erection was straining against the spandex. She reached down with her free right hand and began to stroke my cock along the length of it.

"Oh, God," I exclaimed. I was kneading her huge tits in my hands, feeling their softness, firmness, and weight in my hands, enjoying their size by squeezing them with my fingers spread wide, feeling the flesh of her tits between them and looking at how much bigger than my hands they were.  I was so horny right then that even her light touch to my cock felt like it was almost too much.

She giggled a little at my response. "Feeling sensitive, are we?"

"You're amazingly sexy, and yeah, by this point I'm about ready to blow."

"Well, we can't have that. Not yet, anyway," she said. And then she reached further down, and grasped my testicles and squeezed them together, against each other. It was a sharp, brief squeeze and it made me gasp. She giggled at my response. "Just to take the edge off."

We continued like that for a while. I got to touch and squeeze and caress her huge, soft, natural titties, and while I did she would give my throbbing erection two or three gentle strokes all the way up and down the length of it, and then she'd give my nuts a sharp squeeze and giggle when I gasped.

I don't know how long we kept that up, but it seemed like forever. I just couldn't get enough of her tits, and she seemed to be enjoying keeping me near the edge, stroking me closer and then squeezing me back.

I honestly felt like we might just keep doing that forever until she eventually said, "All this teasing is driving me crazy. Please suck my nipples!"

It hadn't occurred to me that I might be teasing her, too. But with an invitation like that, of course, I did not hesitate. I moved my mouth down to her big puffy right nipple immediately and began to suckle at it eagerly. In the process of lining up my mouth to her chest, my crotch had moved outside of her reach, so instead she put her hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. Then, after a moment, she applied some gentle pressure, pushing my face into her soft breast.

Even without any stroking, my cock was still pulsing against the spandex. I was lost in the bliss of the experience of suckling at her enormous tit while hearing her make little noises of pleasure, Indicating that she was clearly getting off on this, too.

After several minutes of that she suddenly pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. She leaned forward over me and pushed her left nipple into my mouth instead. Taking her cue, I sucked on that one just as eagerly. She shifted her weight such that she was pressing her whole left boob against my face and then she shifted her crotch back and started rubbing her pussy against my hard cock, dry humping me through the target suit.

She left out soft little moans. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to be able to come just from nipple stimulation and dry humping. I was getting very close, myself, although all the rubbing of my cock head through spandex was also beginning to irritate it.

After several minutes of sucking on her left nipple, she dragged it away from my eager mouth, turning her torso so that her left breast pulled away from me with her nipple eventually popping away from the suction my desperate lips were providing, but just as that happened, her big right boob smacked into the other side of my face.

She was still so close down that she just dragged her breast across my face, pressing it against me as she moved it sideways until her right nipple reached my mouth. Of course I sucked on that nipple once it was pressed against my lips.

After a couple of minutes, she switched back, pulling her right nipple away, smacking my face with her heavy left breast, dragging it across my face until I was sucking on that nipple instead.

She switched back and forth every couple of minutes like that. I'm not even sure for how long. I just know that I was getting more and more desperately horny, that the dry humping was making me feel like I was going to come in my swimsuit at any moment, but I didn't, and also that my cock head was getting more and more chafed from the rubbing.

Finally, she sat up, pulling her breasts away from me entirely. "I need you inside me. Do you have a condom?"

Well, I felt like an idiot. When I had been planning things out, I'd just been worrying about this as a job. Despite the fact that I knew that I'd be spending all day with hot girls in very little clothing while showing off my own very nice body, the idea that this might lead to a hook up had never occurred to me. So despite having a big box of condoms at home, I hadn't brought any with me.

"Uh, no."

"Well, then, I guess you'd better eat me out."  She untied the strings from the side of her bikini bottoms and let them fall. Then she slid forward, leaving them behind. I sort of felt like her intention was just to slide all the way up my body and onto my face, but of course, I have shoulders and arms, so those got in the way of her legs. So once she got that far up, she had to do a sort of awkward climbing over my shoulders. Honestly, it was terrific watching it from beneath her.

She had shaved bare, so I had a very good view of her snatch. Her pussy lips were a little swollen and bright pink. Her juices were dripping. She hadn't been kidding when she said she was wet. Her pubic area and stomach were nicely toned and flat. Above that her huge tits shook as she climbed over me, shaking and quivering in that way that only hefty natural tits do.

As she finished her adjustment, her pussy descended towards my mouth and I awaited it eagerly. I only wanted two things in that moment, to make her cum like crazy and then to ejaculate myself. Once my tongue started working on her clit, it didn't take long for her to start making all sorts of fun noises of arousal.

Within a few minutes, she came with a screaming orgasm. I kept at it, though, and several more minutes later, she had another one. After that second one, her posture seemed to slacken some, and I thought she might have had enough. I gave my tongue a rest and just lay my head back a little.

To my surprise, she learned backwards, turning her torso, and grabbed my nuts in her left hand. She gave them a good firm squeeze. I yelped in pain. She smiled down at me and simply said, "Keep licking."

I did as I was told, and she eased up on the squeeze, but didn't release them. Any time I slowed for a moment or paused to catch my breath, she would increase the pressure again. As she started to build to her third orgasm and her noises got more intense, so did her grip. I'm not sure she was aware of it, but the closer she got to orgasm, the harder she squeezed. Finally once she came, she released the pressure.

When she stopped squeezing, I also relaxed and stopped licking. My break lasted about ten seconds before she gave them another good squeeze and said, "Keep going. I didn't tell you you could stop."

This pattern repeated several more times. Each orgasm was harder to coax out of her than the previous. Finally, after the one which took a solid twenty minutes of licking, she decided that she'd had enough. She climbed off of me and moved into more of a snuggling position.  Her body was parallel to mine with her head on my left shoulder, her arm on my chest, her breasts against the side of my chest, and her left leg across my left leg.  My cock was still rock hard, and she reached over and started playing with the head of my cock.

“That was delicious!  Thank you.  I needed that so bad.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, automatically.

“I bet you’re getting pretty eager to cum, too.”

“Yes, please,” I said.

“It’s been a lot of fun dragging this out, but I guess you’ve earned it.  Some good nut beating and getting me off quite well, even if it did take a little extra coaxing,” she paused to pat my nuts gently and giggle quickly, “so, you’re choice, hand job, blow job, or tit job.”

I had never had an opportunity with someone so busty before, and although I kind of wanted a blow job because, well, I pretty much always want a blow job, I knew I would regret it if I didn’t choose the tit job, so that’s what I went with.

She said, “sure,” and gave me a smile.  She went and looked in her bag and found some lotion to use as lube while I went ahead and finally freed my cock from the swimsuit.  All the rubbing of the head through the suit had left it very red and somewhat tender to the touch.  I worried a little, but I figured that feeling big soft boobs on it would probably be okay.  She had me sit on the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor.  She lubed up my cock with the lotion she’d found before slowly sliding her tits down either side of my throbbing erection.

She squeezed her boobs together, trapping my cock in between and used her hands to move her breasts up and down.  My cock wound up resting against her rib cage as her big boobs pressed against it there.  Initially, it wasn’t very forceful.  It felt nice and soft, and the situation was just extremely sexy, but it wasn’t really giving me a strong enough sensation to push me towards orgasm quickly.  But then she started squeezing them in together against my cock more forcefully.  As my cock slid up and down in the valley of her cleavage, I could feel my cock head starting to get more and more irritated just from the skin-on-skin contact, but I could also feel an orgasm building.

And that’s when her phone rang.  Immediately, she disengaged from the tit job and pulled it out from her bag and answered it.  I could only hear the tone of the other half of the conversation, which sounded extremely upset, and her half which went something like, “She did what?  Why?  Okay, okay.  I’m on my way.  Don’t do anything.”  She started pulling clothing on, already about halfway through.

When she hung up, she said to me, “Sorry, my sister is out of town, that was the babysitter.  My niece did, well, I didn’t understand, but it’s an emergency.  Sorry!”  By this point she was adequately dressed, if not neatly dressed, and slipping her shoes on.  As she headed out the door, she called “I don’t want to leave.  Sorry to leave you hanging.  Call or text me.  I’ll make it up to you!”  And with that, the door was swinging shut behind her and I was left sitting on the bed with a throbbing erection now just bobbing in the air with no big soft breasts to engulf it.  I didn’t even get a chance to call out to her that I didn’t have her number.

I wasn’t mad.  It didn’t seem like a plan or anything.  It definitely seemed like a genuine emergency.  But I certainly was disappointed.  My hard cock demanded attention, so I headed to the bathroom to have a wank over the toilet (I didn’t want to make a mess in the room).  But I found that my cock head was even more sensitive, especially something about the way I usually jerked off seemed to be irritating it around the edge more than the tit job had, so every little stroke was painful, and it also felt like such a letdown.  One moment, my cock was between one of the largest, nicest pairs of boobs I’ve ever even seen and now, just moments later, I’m having a lonely wank in front of the toilet.  That’s just too big a change to feel good about.  It really did sort of fuck with my head-space.  My cock didn’t really want my hand any more.  It still wanted those big soft tits.

I realized also that a lot of time had elapsed since I’d drunk all of that water, and without anything sexy happening to me in an immediate way, my need to pee was suddenly butting in.  So, I decided to delay my masturbation at least until after I had peed.  But once I peed, I didn’t feel quite as horny.  Oddly, having a bunch of liquid propelled out at high speed from the penis seems to sometimes sharply decrease my interest in ejaculation.  It’s like somehow what happened was physiologically close enough to the thing I’d wanted to do that the urge maybe didn’t go away entirely, but at least decreased significantly.

So, in the end, I didn’t masturbate.  Since I had the motel room for a bit more, I put on some clothes, went out to the car, found my underwear, and changed back into that so that I wouldn’t just be wearing the target suit forever.  After dropping off the room keys (hers was still on the dresser where she’d put it down, thank goodness), I drove home.  The motel had been in the wrong direction for me, but it was okay.  I didn’t have anything else scheduled.

I got home, had a sandwich and decided that I felt like a nap.  The combination of all the posing and the come down from all the stress hormones from getting my balls hurt over and over again had left me feeling pretty wiped out.  It was only late afternoon, but I figured I’d nap for a bit and then go out to a bar or something in the evening.  I was more wiped out than I thought and wound up sleeping until like 10:45pm, when I woke up feeling kind of weird and groggy.  At that point, I’d already missed text messages from my friends about going out, so it just didn’t seem worth it.  I watched a little TV and played some video games and ate some food and at like 2 am, my body decided it was bedtime again.  This time I slept until late morning and woke up full of energy and also with some absolutely raging morning wood.

I had a quick pee, but the hard on came right back afterwards.  I had slept in just my boxer briefs, but I have an apartment to myself, so I just headed over to my computer to look at some porn.  When I got there, I happened to notice that I had some email.  It included the raw pictures from the shoot.  And not just the pictures of me: the pictures of everyone.  They’d just stuck them in a shared Google drive folder and shared it with each of us.  It was great looking through the pictures.  I downloaded the whole thing to my hard drive just in case they were gonna remove it at some point.

I started, of course, by looking at myself to make sure I looked pretty good, and, honestly, I did.  My muscles looked nice and my package even looked quite impressive.  I don’t know if I’ll really have a career as a swimwear model, but I did at least look good in this shoot.

But, of course, once I knew I was good, I switched over to the girls.  I actually started out by looking through Hailey’s shoots.  She was the only of the five girls with natural tits who I hadn’t been in a photo shoot with, so I kind of felt more curious about her.  I liked her blonde curly hair, and she looked amazing.  She had sort of a big rib cage where her tits really stuck out really visibly, but still with a very small waist beneath it.  She also had an especially nice ass.  The day before when I couldn’t just stare, I knew she was hot, but the individual details hadn’t really jumped out at me.

As I looked at those pictures of her wearing the tiniest of tiny bikinis, showing off her figure so well, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock driving me to further horniness.  After the end of her solo photo shoots, I hit the first of her multi-person shoots: a two girl shoot with her and Tanya.  As hot as Hailey was, Tanya’s tight body with enormous tits just eclipsed her immediately in my mind.  Seeing the two of them together was hot, but in my mind, there was no doubt who the hotter one was.

I had sort of been planning to save Tanya for my “dessert” so to speak, but now with her there in front of me, I couldn’t convince myself to look at anyone else at that time.  So I looked through her photos from the beginning.  She looked amazing in each and every tiny little bikini, and on top of that, there was at least one nip slip in each set.  Those tiny bikinis were just not that good at keeping her massive tits covered, and it was thrilling to see.  Finally, towards the end, I got to her ballbusting shoot with me.

I thought I would probably just cringe my way through watching that one, but as I watched her toy with my tender testicles with such a combination of cruelty and obvious delight, as I heard her and the photographer laughing together as I rolled around on the sand holding my nuts, I felt different.  I imagined that, looking at it from the outside, I would just feel sorry for that poor guy I saw getting his balls repeatedly busted by her, but, instead, I felt almost jealous of that guy.  There was something about the way she looked at him and used his testicles to manipulate him was, well, kind of hot.  It was only mean in a playful way, and she was clearly having a lot of fun.

The pictures from that shoot were hot.  The look of mischief in her eyes was so hot, and she was looking right at his balls in almost every picture whether or not she was in the process of hitting them.  But the movies were so much hotter.  You could see and hear how much fun she was having and even sometimes see her biting her lower lip just a little to try to reign in her arousal.  That guy in the video didn’t feel like her victim, he felt like her sex toy, just a toy that she was playing with in a mean way.  And, of course, that guy in the video wasn’t really a separate person, he was just me from the day before.  So what felt a little like jealousy instead just served to color my memories, giving me a new sexier light to see them in, helping me appreciate them in retrospect.

I found myself rewatching the videos of her hurting my balls several times with my cock throbbing in my hand.  And then I went to my box of swimsuits from the day before, took off my boxer briefs, put on the target suit, and started stroking myself through that.  When Tanya hurt my balls in the video, I would give them a little squeeze or pat in real life, not enough to hurt myself, but enough to remind myself of how vulnerable they are.  Soon, I wound up masturbating myself through the suit, and eventually cumming in it.

That night I wound up wearing the Aztec suit while watching Letitia pull me around by my balls.  At the time, I was so caught up in the sensation that I didn’t pay much attention to her attitude towards it, really.  Plus, from the pictures I could see the expression on her face clearly.  She had a huge fucking smile when she was dragging me around by the nuts.  I couldn’t tell if she looked more empowered or aroused, but both of those emotions shown in her face.  I came in that suit, too, and threw the lot of them in the washer.

The next morning, I got the target suit out of the dryer and wore it while watching the two girls in schoolgirl outfits bully my tender balls.  Lisa and Alexis were terribly sexy and I wound up cuming in the target suit yet again.  The whole rest of the week went like that.  I looked at a lot of the other pictures, but every time my finisher was one of the videos of girls abusing my balls.  Each time before I came, I started to think that ballbusting was really hot and I should get my balls hurt by girls more.  After I came, though, it always felt like a terrible idea.

But finally, on the next Saturday after it had been a full week of it, I went into the box which I still had sitting on the floor, and I found the card that Tanya had left me.  I called and left a message with them.  “Hey, I got this card from Tanya.  She said you were looking for new models both to kick and, um, to be kicked.  I think I’d like to try it.”

The End