The Grinch who Stole Ballbustingmas

Every Sue down in Sueville loved Ballbustingmas a lot
But the Grinch who lived just South of Sueville, oh, he did not.
He hated Ballbustingmas and the whole Ballbustingmas season
Although no one in Sueville quite knew the reason.
Perhaps he believed that girls shouldn't hit balls,
Or maybe he was ashamed because his were so small,
Or maybe he was just a chauvinist asshole
Who wanted men to always be the ones in control.
But whatever the reason, his balls or his views,
He stood there on Ballbustingmas Eve hating those Sues.
There were naughty Sues and nice Sues, some short and some tall.
Oh, he resented them, the sexy ones most of all.
No boys lived in Sueville. They just visited special
To get their balls busted for Ballbustingmas festival.
He looked down at the town from his house in the hills.
He hated the decorations put up in Sueville.
There were big dioramas of guys getting kicked and punched in the balls.
And the statues of laughing women he hated most of all.
He knew down in Sueville they were making preparations
So that they'd be ready for tomorrow's celebrations.
He knew the girls were folding their socks and shining their shoes.
And in bed they'd all dream of the balls they'd abuse.
Then in the morning they'd awake and go and they'd see
Who Miss Claus had left for them under the tree.
Next those boys' packages they would quickly unwrap,
And they'd begin their fun with a forceful sack tap.
Then they'd kick and punch just like they’d been dreaming.
But, oh, those poor boys would they ever be screaming.
That was his least favorite thing. He hated the noise,
All the screams that ball kicking would coax from those boys.
It was so noisy it disturbed his nice morning of quiet.
And they said the guys volunteered, but he didn't buy it.
No man would put up with such testicular pain.
He knew they must be getting tricked again and again.
He wished he could make Ballbustingmas just disappear.
And suddenly he had a wonderful awful idea.
Maybe if he snuck into the village of Sues,
And took away all their stockings and even their shoes
And he took their dioramas and their decorative balls,
Maybe Ballbustingmas would not come at all.
That would be amazing and great thought this man.
So he thought and he thought and came up with a plan.
He got a red dress as a Miss Claus disguise
Just in case he should be spotted by some sleepy Sue's eyes.
And to carry his haul, well, he had simple good luck;
From his work he could borrow a big red dump truck.
Once midnight arrived and all the Sues were in bed,
He drove the truck into town just like his plan said.
He gathered the dioramas and the big hanging balls.
And into the bed of the truck went it all.
But he knew that taking public displays was just not enough.
Inside the homes was the important Ballbustingmas stuff.
So he got a big sack and into a house he did sneak.
He was even quieter than a mouse. He made not a squeak.
He snuck into the bedroom of each of the Sues.
He pilfered their stockings, their socks, and their shoes.
He found their ball crushers, their humblers, their vices.
He even stole their electric ball shocking devices.
He took every paddle, every flogger and bat.
He took their whips and even their hairbrushes at that.
He put all their toys in his oversized sack
Till he thought there was none left for nut smashing attacks.
He thought he was finished, when what did he see?
Why he had forgotten the Ballbustingmas tree.
This was, he thought, the most important part of his plunder.
He must take the tree. That way Miss Claus could not leave any boys under.
So into his sack he attempted it to shove,
When he suddenly heard a quiet noise from above.
Quickly he froze unsure what to do.
Up on the stairs was little Cindy Lou Sue.
She was the youngest of that house’s teenaged daughters.
And she was up to get herself a quick glass of water.
She was still quite tired, still rubbing her eyes.
She hadn't yet seen through his grinchy disguise.
“Miss Claus,” she asked, “is that really you?
Why are you taking our tree? What did it do?“
The Grinch came up with a plan quite keen.
He figured he could fool her since she was only eighteen.
“Yes, it's me, don't worry my dear.
It's nothing important. You've nothing to fear.
I need to take your tree for the quickest repair.
So go back to bed, head back up the stairs.”
But hearing what he said, down the stairs she came.
“It's really Miss Claus,” she said, repeating the name.
“I'll help with the tree, it seems a tight fit.“
“Okay, thanks dear. Wow, you've got really nice tits.”
The Grinch didn't mean to say that, but it just slipped out
When he got very distracted by all the jiggling about.
Cindy Lou was wearing a top which was really quite scanty.
She always slept in just that and some panties.
The top covered her big wobbly jugs by not very much.
And the Grinch was too tempted so he reached out and touched.
Instantly she knew that something was not right.
So she rubbed her eyes and reexamined the sight.
“Hey, you're not Miss Claus! You're just some dude.
I can't believe you had the gall to touch on my boob!“
Reaching under his dress, she grabbed hold of his balls.
And then up the stairs for her sisters she called.
“Wake up, Sally Lou and Peggy Lou, too!
I caught me a pervert and need help with what I should do!”
Also dressed quite scantily and with big jiggling tits
Her two older sisters were downstairs in just a quick bit.
“Oh Sally Lou and Peggy, I'm so glad you're here.
This man was trying to make our tree disappear.
I've got him by his scrotum so he cannot escape
But please check in his bag to see what else he did take.“
Sally Lou opened the bag and saw all of their toys.
“He's taken all our best stuff for ballbusting the boys.”
“Why did you take this?“ asked an angry Peggy Lou.
“You don't even like ballbusting, so what good’s it to you?“
He did not like the question and so the Grinch scowled.
But a squeeze of his nuts brought an answer.  He growled,
“It's not right to torment the balls of a man.
I'm stealing Ballbustingmas, that is my plan.
You have no more things to torture the balls
So this year Ballbustingmas won’t come at all.“
Sally Lou was indignant and also quite mad.
“You're a mean grinchy man and your thinking is bad.
You think Ballbustingmas is all about toys?
You think we need these things to torment the boys?
We can bust balls with our hands and our feet.
It's easy to do, they are really quite weak.
But talk is cheap, so here's what we'll do
The three of us now will prove it to you.
We'll make you cry without any device
And then we'll get the toys and do it all twice.
It’s your just punishment for trying to steal.
Me and my sisters won’t even stop when you squeal!”
Peggy Lou grabbed his arms from behind,
Her boobs touched his back so he did not mind
Until the kick came and he tried to get free.
But as much as he struggled, it wasn't to be.
Cindy Lou kicked while Sally Lou watched.
Then Sally took her turn assaulting his crotch.
She kicked and she kicked as the Grinch struggled and groaned.
Then Cindy Lou she punched and punched soon making him moan.
Then Peggy Lou released him and he fell to the ground.
He just lay there grabbing his balls and making some sounds.
But two girls grabbed his legs, held them up in the air,
And then Peggy Lou she stomped you-know-where.
She stomped and she stomped till he begged her to stop,
But then she kept going.  She stomped quite a lot.
Then Sally helped him up, put him in a headlock.
He had just enough breath for a moment to talk.
“Please let me go girls, I cannot take it much more.
Don’t rupture my testes which I do so adore.“
“Don't worry,“ said Peggy, “we are very exact,
You'll still have both testicles there in your sack.
Although by the end you may wish you did not
We are going to hurt your poor balls quite a lot.“
Peggy Lou she squeezed tighter mashing his face in her tit
And his cock felt excited if for only a bit.
And then the other two girls they kicked from behind,
And even soft breasts could not ease his mind.
They battered his nuts with kick after kick after kick.
And a few errant shots even smacked up his dick.
They kicked and they kicked for quite a long while.
The girls they had fun.  The Grinch did not smile.
When they let him go, he fell to the floor,
But soon Cindy Lou picked him up for some more.
She held his body right up with a very tight squeeze,
And the other two girls alternated with knees.
Soon he was screaming loud as he could get,
And all the three girls were getting quite wet.
Once their knees were worn out and their legs were so sore
They tied the Grinch up right there on the floor.
And then while he watched and held onto his balls for a bit.
Each girl found a seat and started stroking her clit.
They each jilled themselves off as they watched him in pain.
And once they did it that once, they each did it again.
It was sexy to watch those girls dressed just so scanty.
As they did those fun things right there under their panties.
The Grinch’s balls they still hurt, but he had an erection
Till the girls went and picked from their best toy collection.
Then the ball vice was squashing his balls very flat.
Peggy picked up her cattle prod, gave them a zap.
He detested those toys how they hurt him so bad.
When he first saw the humbler he actually felt glad.
It was two pieces of wood; he was not much in fear.
When the girls caught his balls in, its use became clear.
It stretched his poor testes and trapped them in place.
His ass had to go up and so down went his face.
He did not like having his ass in the air.
His nuts felt so vulnerable stuck way up there.
He wiggled quite helplessly. His balls were well caught.
And then the girls beat them, oh yes, quite a lot.
They beat them with crops and floggers and paddles.
They used all their implements of testicular battle.
And then they tried every pair of socks and of shoes,
Kicking those poor testes until they were bruised.
At this point they'd been ball busting for hours.
The girls had had fun, their mood no longer was sour.
They tied him up so that he would keep.
And then they jilled off again and then went to sleep.
They woke in a few hours to angry neighbors with drama,
About why the three girls had pulled up dioramas.
(Since the truck with the displays was in front of their home
And none of the neighbors had yet read this poem.)
So the girls explained about the Grinch and his plan,
And then showed the neighbors the ball-busted man.
The neighbors were glad to see his nuts in such pain
But they each wanted a turn to hit them again.
Their displays had taken them each lots of work,
So they all wanted a turn to beat up the jerk.
They went after his balls since it’s the best way
To get revenge on a man on Ballbustingmas Day.
They used their feet, their hands, and their knees
To get some pay back, as much as they pleased.
When they were done back inside went the girls
And saw something special and new to the world.
When they had awoken to the neighbor’s cries
They had skipped right past Miss Claus‘s surprise.
Under their tree (which was still on its side)
They found a big box, but what was inside?
They had expected some balls attached to some teens,
But instead it was an automated ballbusting machine.
And inside Miss Claus had written a note
“You girls have done great at hurting his scrote.
But I can tell your hands and your feet are getting quite sore.
And this Grinchy fellow needs to be busted much more.
Just strap him in and engage it: it'll beat on his crotch
And you can all just enjoy yourselves as you watch.
And if you’re wondering why I gave you no extra balls,
Don’t worry girls, I haven’t forgotten at all.
As strange as it sounds, this grinchy man here,
Once properly beaten will come back every week all the year.
So even though the three of you will just share this one,
I promise you plenty of ball busting fun.”
So they strapped him in, his legs were locked in tight.
And then they looked at the controls and set them just right
The machine had a mallet, a switch, and a strap.
And once turned on with all three it attacked.
Soon the Grinch he was just howling and screaming.
The machine was giving his nuts quite a reaming.
The girls sat and watched and enjoyed it so much.
Soon all three were giving their moist snatches a touch.
For hours they watched as his agony doubled.
You'd think now he would be regretting this trouble.
But the truth is that now all this astonishing pain
Had grown so big it took over his brain.
His poor aching balls were still in this place
But his mind had gone traveling into sub-space.
And when hours later they stopped the machine
He had been completely changed by where he had been.
“I see now,“ he said, “how it can be glorious to suffer.
My balls seemed so fragile, but now seem much tougher.
I see now they're here for the amusement of girls.
There's no better use for them here in this world.
I know now it’s so sexy to suffer for you,
My balls you can beat till they’re black and they’re blue.“
The girls they were pleased and they made him a deal.
If he came back next week and promised never to steal,
If he didn't take dioramas or take all their toys,
They'd give him a safeword like other ball-busted boys.
And if he took all the abuse they would heap on his crotch
They'd let him jerk off while the three of them watched.
They say that his balls grew three sizes that day
From all the girls punching and kicking that way.
But one thing that's true, all of Sueville did hear it,
The Grinch is now full of Ballbustingmas spirit.
And as he limped back to his house on the hill
The Ballbustingmas feeling his testes did fill.
And he was glad the girls had made perfectly clear,
They'd happily celebrate Ballbustingmas every day of the year.
So though he hurt so bad he could just barely speak,
Once he healed up his bruises he'd be back the next week.

Charlotte

Note: Someone asked me if I would write them a short ballbusting story using a name they provided.  I don't promise to do this for other people, but I hadn't finished anything in a while, so I said I would.  I asked him for the name and a brief description of the girl.  He gave me a name, but didn't give me a brief description.  But the name is the same name as a girl I knew back before I was married who I thought was really cute, so I used her appearance instead.  He had also asked for some tying up, so that's why that's included.  Anywhere, here's a short ballbusting vignette with the name Charlotte.  I hope you enjoy it.

I'd been infatuated with Charlotte since I'd first seen her.  He long legs looked lovely in the short jeans shorts and the white tank top had framed her pert little titties so well and been just short enough that I could see just a little tantalizing half inch of bare skin.  But aside from enjoyable glances I'd never really gotten an opportunity to interact with her until our senior year when we wound up in gym class together.

The incident really started the week before when we were playing volleyball.  I could spike the ball pretty hard and fast and I accidentally hit her right in the chest.  It apparently struck her right in her tit because she yelped and covered her breast with her hand.  And then she started to massage it, probably trying to lessen the pain.  But watching her doing that, as I stammered that I was sorry, I also definitely got an erection watching her massage it.  I felt embarrassed because I was pretty sure that people would see it, so I tried to tuck it subtly into my waistband and kept playing.  I'm sure she saw it though, based on what happened the next week when we had a free day outside.

It was warm and sunny and after I did a few laps around the track, as required, I wound up lying in the grass next to the bleachers chatting with a friend.  Without meaning to, I dozed off.  When I woke up my friends were gone and Charlotte was standing between my legs while three friends of hers stood nearby.  I think that they were there to form a little wall so that the coaches couldn't see what was happening.  I realized that my legs were splayed open and when I tried to close them, I discovered that while I slept, someone had used a couple of jump-ropes to tie my ankles to posts under the bleacher benches so that I couldn't close them.  Looking up at Charlotte I could see that although she looked as pretty as ever in her tight gym shorts and very tight t-shirt, she had an angry smirk on her face, and I realized that she had planned this whole thing, but I didn't know what she was going to do.

"This is what you get, you perv!" she said and then she kicked her foot forward, hard and fast, right into my exposed testicles.  I gasped in pain and instinctively tried to close my legs, but the ropes prevented much movement at all, so I just thrashed a little.  The agony was radiating up through my gut.  And just as I realized that I needed to protect myself with my hands, she kicked again before I could get them there.  This kick was even harder.  My balls were blazing orbs of agony and my gut clenched and I could even see stars for a moment just from the raw force.  The pain paralyzed me and that gave her an opening to kick once more just as hard, devastating my poor tender balls.  I jerked in response to that one and managed to move to a position on my side where she couldn't get me and to cover my balls with my hands.  I lay there in pain until the end of the gym class when a friend of mine untied me and helped me limp onward to my next class.

Paying for Boobies in my Face

This is the true story of my Saturday night last week.  I need, however, to set the stage.  By the time this even rolled around, I was extremely horny.  It really started a couple of weeks before.  Over the last two weeks, I'd had sex with her twice and only been allowed to cum once.

As I've gotten older, she has started teasing me for longer so that I could be hard and eager when we had sex, but then I wound up walking a razor's edge.  Too little teasing and I wasn't staying hard, too much and I was cumming too quickly and not satisfying her.  After struggling with this a while I wound up turning to my new favorite recreational drug: sildenafil, street name: Viagra.  I had resisted for a while partially because of the cost and partially because I wasn't having generalized difficulty getting hard, just problems staying hard enough during sex.  But once it went generic, I decided to give it a try.

Well, let me say, it completely takes care of any problems getting hard or staying hard.  I feel like a teenager again.  It was funny, the first time  I tried it, the way my wife tested if I was really staying hard was to first slap it back and forth for a while and then punch the shit out of my balls for a bit.  When I was still hard, she was pleased.

However, by this point she had gotten pretty used to teasing me all week.  We have a signal now.  I'm a night owl and she's an early bird, so she's always awake before me.  I had talked about how it's fun to sometimes be woken up at times when I need to be woken up by having her rub her boobs in my face.  (For anyone who hasn't seen our videos, she wears a size 36M at this point, so they are definitely big soft boobs.)  She wound up deciding that this would be a good teasing signal to let me know that I wasn't allowed to cum.  Initially, she seemed to make a decision about when she should and shouldn't let me cum.  Now, she mostly just does it every day.  Sometimes I wake up with her pressing them right against my eyes and nose, other times sort of dragging them back and forth across my face so that the weight of them flops against it.  However she does it, it's terribly sexy and always gets me going to a moment or two.  And then because it's early in the morning, I tend to fall back asleep.  Still, though, it's a sexy way to start out a day of not being allowed to orgasm.

But the difficulty with this is that she's now made it a habit to do this every morning.  And that meant that with the Viagra, I was being teased for like a week or so and then when I would finally get a chance to be inside, I was rock hard and felt lots of sensation and then came in no time flat.  So to solve that problem, we turned to my new second favorite recreational drug: benzocaine, street name: anbesol.  It numbs the skin.  It doesn't make it so I can't cum despite what some of the sexy teasing stories suggest, but it does definitely dull the sensations sufficiently that I rarely have any trouble staying in control.  So viagra to make me rock hard and anbesol to keep me from cumming.

They're a pretty potent cocktail and now she can ride me to her heart's content.  And then once she is content, she either gives me permission to cum or sometimes she just climbs off and says she's done in which case, I don't get to cum.

So I'd been allowed to cum on a Friday and then she'd teased me until the next Friday when she'd ridden me, but not let me cum.  And then Sunday, she rode me again and this time let me cum, but just once because Monday morning, I was back on denial.  When I've been denied for nine days, I've usually pent up enough that I could easily cum more than once.  Being allowed only one wasn't denial, obviously, but I was pretty horny again by just a day later.  And then I'd been teased a whole additional week after that.

So Friday night rolled around and before I put the kid to bed, I sneakily asked my wife if I should do anything to prepare for the evening.  I expected that she might tell me to take some viagra and do some numbing once the kid was asleep, but instead she told me to put on my cock ring.

A while ago, I found a silicone cock ring which fits me very well.  Normally, my balls tend to be able to sort of escape down under the loose skin in my groin area, but the cock ring which goes around the base of the cock and balls keeps my testicles out and exposed.  We had done the same thing before with a metal cock ring, but the silicone one is soft enough that if she punches me, there's no risk of her hurting her hand.  So after I put the kid to bed, I put on my cock ring.

She came up about a half hour later, once the kid was asleep, and when she came in, told me to get naked.  I stripped down and lay on the bed.  She took her clothes off and climbed onto the bed on her knees.  I was so teased that at this point, I was already rock hard in my cock ring by the time she got her clothes off.

And then she said to me, "How much do you want to have my boobies in your face?"

I replied, "A whole lot."

"Oh, a whole lot, well, I think I can work with that."  And saying that, she came and knelt beside me and punched me hard in the nuts.  With my poor nuts trapped there, each blow was huge.  After just a couple I was fighting the urge to bring my legs together.  And after a couple more, they kept rising up off the bed, trying to come together, although I managed to keep them apart.  She hit me in the nuts about a dozen times each punch hard and solid.  There was a part of me which was surprised enough by how hard her punches were that I just wanted to give up right there.  But I found myself resolving inside that I must allow her to beat them as hard as she wanted.  And once I decided that, I was more able to take the remaining blows because I found it sexier, even if no less painful.

After she finally relented, she came over and dangled her large breasts into my face, rubbing them against the upper part of my face: my eyes, nose, and forehead, being careful to keep her nipples away from my lips in order to tease me.  I slowly stroked myself as she rubbed her heavy breasts against my face, knowing that I was not allowed to cum yet.

After a couple of minutes, she pulled back and said.  "I bet you'd like them in your face again."

"Yes, please," I said.

And then, once more she began walloping my balls, punching them forcefully with a closed fist, usually landing a knuckle in about the middle of the testicle.  My legs rose back up above the bed trying to close as my face contorted in pain.  But I kept them apart, still vulnerable to the blows she was landing on my increasingly tender nuts.  She once again punched them forcefully about a dozen times.

And then, once she was done, she shifted over and once again put her boobs back in my face.  This time she pressed them against me, pushing them back and forth across my upper face, squishing her right breast right against the side of my face and holding it there for a bit before rotating her chest, causing her right breast to shift off and her left breast to instead push against my face.  She was pushing hard enough that whichever breast was pressed against me actually felt hard due to the pressure as it spread out against my face.

After a two or three minutes had passed, she drew back again.  "I bet you'd like them back in your face some more."

"I would," I replied.

And once more she began to punch my balls hard and even a little quicker this time.  The higher pace made it harder to resist, but I was so horny at this point, so thoroughly teased that even as the pain got more intense, I didn't find it as hard to keep my legs open.  She laughed as my face controted in pain and my legs tried to come together.

"That's quite a reaction I'm getting," she commented.

I was so, so hard, letting her pummel my tender orbs while her big breasts swung back and forth with every punch.  Finally after a dozen or so punches, she relented and my legs collapsed back to the bed.  She climbed forward once more and this time, as she dangled her breasts, she brought her nipples tantalizingly close to my lips, sometimes even briefly brushing them across my lips before pulling them away.  I touched myself very gently.  I was so close to the edge.  Her teasing me with her nipples was having the desired effect.  I wanted so badly just to suck on the point of her teat.  Once or twice I even managed to get the nub of her nipple just into my lips before she pulled it away quickly.

When she pulled her breasts away again, I knew that at this point I was so wound up that she could do anything she wanted to my poor balls.  I thought that she was going to just ask me again if I would like her breasts back in my face.  And, well, of course, I did and, of course, I would let her continue pounding my balls and watching my reaction as much as she cared to.

But instead she surprised me by asking me "Would you like to cum?"

Of course, I said "Yes, please!"  I was a little worried that it was going to be a trick, that she might only be asking if I wanted to, not allowing me to.

And as she started punching my balls even more painfully (I'm not sure if she was punching harder or if I was just getting more tender), I wasn't sure, but I knew I must let her abuse my nuts if I were to have any chance of cumming.  She did not land quite so many blows that time, perhaps just eight or so.

But then she took a moment's breather and asked "And would you like to cum with boobies in your face?"

"Yes, please."

She resumed punching, this time smashing my vulnerable testicles about a half dozen times with her hard fist, chuckling as I convulsed in response, my legs once more in the air, trying to close.

And then she stopped again.  "Would you like to cum with a nipple in your mouth?"

I knew my answer, of course, but I also knew that this was the last question, and I wondered how many punches this would cost.  "Yes, please."

Once more another six hard punches delivered one after another by her right hand, only separated by brief pauses for me to writhe and her to chuckle.

And then she stopped and leaned over towards me, bringing her right nipple down to my mouth.  I sucked it eagerly and began stroking with my right hand on my cock.  In less than thirty seconds, I was shooting great streaks of cum across my own stomach and chest.

When I was done, she sat up and got me a towel.  "It's a lot of fun playing with you," she said, smiling.

"It's fun being played with," I replied.  "Thank you!"
 

Break Those Eggs!

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Getting Mark Busted

I don't know if I should take credit or blame for it, but either way, it definitely falls squarely on me.  I set the whole thing up, and I'm not ashamed of it.

You should understand the background, though.  Mark's my friend.  Well, he's not just my friend, he's my best friend.  We've been best friends since we were like three.  And, yes, I know, a guy and a girl being best friends is weird, but it's how it is.  And because he's been a big part of my life since I was a preschooler that means two things: 1) dating him would be hella weird.  It would feel like incest.  And I know he feels the same way about me.  I know this because 2) we know fucking everything about each other.  No really, fucking everything.  And, yes, that includes sexual stuff.  Getting sexy with each other would feel really fucked up, but talking about it as friends, well, it's great because we've been completely open with each other.

And it has benefits, too.  We get to be like a secret agent with the opposite gender for each other.  My current boyfriend, John, Mark helped set me up with him.  He knows that John's into spanking and I'm into being spanked (nothing more serious than that, though) and that John really was a good guy and not just after pussy, and he told John what cologne to wear to catch my attention.  And I fucking love John and there's no way I would have wound up with him without Mark helping.

And so I owe Mark, and I know things about Mark.  Like I know that he likes big titties.  I mean, most guys are intrigued by big titties, but Mark fucking loves big titties.  And I know that he fantasizes about ball busting, but that he wusses out about actually doing it.  Like he dated this girl Julie for a while and I know that he never told her he was into it, even after she told him that she was gonna take a self-defense class.  He watches ball busting videos on the internet, but when you give him a choice, he wusses out every time.

So, I've been trying to set Mark up with Noelle for like forever.  She's all hourglassy with these big ole titties.  So big, that I'm not even jealous because although they look sexy, they also look like a pain in the ass.  Who wants to have to special order bras?  Not me.  Anyway, tall girl, long legs, big tits, totes hot.  No boyfriend.  Likes ball busting.  Or at least, I know she used to kick guys in the junk in middle school.  Like, a lot.  I don't know, but my guess is she stopped doing it not because she didn't want to, but because she got in trouble for it or was worried that she'd get in trouble.  She gets good grades and shit now.  I heard she got into, like Brown, and probably doesn't want to have suspensions and crap on her high school transcript.  That's what I think.  I bet she still would totally love to kick some balls.

Okay, so I said I've been trying to get her together with Mark forever.  So you might be like, "what does she think of him?  Does she like him or hate him or what?"  She doesn't seem to know who the fuck he is.  It's like he's invisible to her.  I say, "Hey, what do you think about Mark?" and she says "Who's Mark?"  Like, not one time, like six times now.  I've pointed him out and she's been like "I don't know."  And I'm like "I don't know as in not your type or what?"  And she's like "Just, I don't know.  Maybe.  I'm not sure what he's like."  So I'm tearing my fucking hair out here.

But John's dad owns this awesome place at the beach that he uses for entertaining clients and John can use it sometimes.  So this weekend, it's time to have a few friends down.  Nothing crazy, just a bunch of 18-year-olds hanging out by ourselves, pretending to be more adult than we really are.  John's cool, but he doesn't have a lot of friends, so I got to do all the inviting people.

So Mark, obviously, and Noelle and a couple other girlfriends of mine, Janie and Ava (who are both, you know, cute-ish, but not ta-dow like Noelle) both so Noelle won't feel like this is a set-up (which it totally is) and so that maybe if Mark totally strikes out with Noelle, maybe he'll have some other luck.  And then also my friend Maria and her boyfriend Marcel (yes, she's doing her thing with the cute exchange student).

So, we get there, Friday night, everything is pretty cool.  We ordered pizza and everyone just hung out.  There's a pool table there and the boys got involved in some serious pool playing while us girls gossiped and did our nails.  Yes, we're cliche, sue us.  Then we all watched Anchorman 2 together.  And then bed time.  I was sharing a room with John, of course.  Maria and Marcel were all shacked up.  And Janie and Ava were in the room with the twin beds.  There was one actual bedroom left, which Mark let Noelle have, and then Mark had the sleeper-sofa up in the loft room.

I got a chance to talk to Noelle as I was helping put sheets on her bed.  And I was like, "What do you think of Mark?" and she was like "Which guy is he?"  And I wanted to be like "there's only three guys here and only one without a girlfriend, dumbass", but I was more tactful than that.  Still, it was clear that Mark was not penetrating her reality bubble.  Sometimes you have to smack the brainy ones across the face with something to get them to notice it.

Next morning, after everyone gets up and breaks their fast (see, I paid attention in English class, I totally know where the word breakfast comes from), Ava's all like "hey, let's go bikini shopping!"  Janie and Maria were all like "Woo!"  And I could see the little jealous daggers coming form Noelle's eyes because her rack meant that there's no way she could wear anything sold in normal stores.  So I was like "Imma chill here with my girl Noelle."  Marcel got convinced to go along to ogle Maria as she tried on bikinis, and me, John, Mark, and Noelle stayed at the cottage.

John was watching some sports team sportings it up with their sportsball.  I think he said his team scored a triple crown or something.  I don't know.  Sports isn't my thing, but he likes it and he's cute, so whatever.  And he was really caught up in it.  So when Noelle was like, "I think I'm gonna take a walk on the beach," I was like "why don't Mark and I go with you?"

So the three of us walked, and I think it was good.  Noelle actually talked to Mark and they seemed to like basically get on and stuff.  But then on the way back, when we were almost at the cottage, there was some guy walking down the beach wearing a little banana-hammock and Noelle and I both looked at each other, and then once we'd passed, we giggled.

"I don't know what some guys are thinking," I said.  "I don't usually need to see a guy's actual cock and balls when I'm on the beach."

"When I see a guy in a suit which hugs all their bits like that, it just makes me want to kick them right in their balls," Noelle said.  "It's too tempting a target."

I could see Mark starting to get turned on listening to her talk about it.  "Well," I said, "you should."

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"Definitely.  I can tell you really want to.  So you have to promise, any time today you see a guy wearing a little speedo or anything like that, you have to kick him in the balls.  Do you promise?"

"Okay, sure, I promise.  I'll do it."  I looked at her skeptically.  "I really will.  I promise to give him a good hard kick in the balls."  She looked at us, and we looked back.  "Okay, you don't believe me.  Give me a forfeit.  If I chicken out, what's my punishment?"

"Um," I thought about it for a moment.  "You have to go topless around the house for the rest of the weekend."

"Oh, serious.  Okay, I accept."

"Good."  I could see that all this talk had gotten Mark excited already, but I also knew that he had no idea of my diabolical plan (insert evil laughter here).  You see, I knew something about Mark that most people didn't, and something that he likely hadn't thought about.  Mark wears speedos.  He doesn't wear them by themselves, like that guy on the beach, but a lot of bathing suits for guys these days don't have lining in the shape of underwear and he doesn't like freeballing it under his bathing suit.  So he owns a couple of speedos that he wears under swimsuits like underwear.  So, to get Noelle to bust his balls, I didn't have to get him into a speedo: I just had to get him out of everything else.  Easy-peasy.

When we got back, the bikini shoppers were still off bikini-shopping, but John's sports team had won their sportsball game in a thrilling conclusion where their goalie got a hole-in-one to win the touchdown or something like that.  I really was paying attention at the time, I promise.  I just don't remember it now.  Anyway, we all had some lunch.  And then John was feeling like being active (watching a bunch of people run around while he sits on the couch tends to do that to him) and he suggested that we all go jump some waves and stuff.  That sounded great to me.

Everyone got changed.  Noelle looked va-va-voom in her very tight yellow one-piece and went along with my suggestion to let Mark sunblock her back and then to sunblock his.  (John and I sunblocked each other's backs because we are sweetheart like that.)  Mark was wearing one of his normal suits and I could tell that he had a speedo on underneath, even though I doubt anyone else noticed it.  We all headed out towards the beach strand when I realized that I'd "accidentally" forgotten my water bottle and towel.  So I went back into the house while everyone else went on.

I went up to Mark's room and stole his clothes.  Yup, I straight jacked them all.  Everything but the other speedo, anyway.  And I took them all down to the room we were staying in, and hid his clothes in the top of the closet behind all the blankets and pillows where I felt pretty sure he wouldn't find them.  And then I went out and joined everyone for a swim.

It was nice jumping waves together.  And when one of Noelle's boobs popped out of her swimsuit, Mark was all gentlemanly and pretended he didn't see it (even though he totally did).  After being in the water, we did go play in the sand some, and I made sure to throw a bunch of sand towards Mark so he'd wind up with a bunch in his bathing suit (all part of my plan).  When we headed back, we hit the outdoor shower stall to wash off the sand and salt.  Noelle went first and then I insisted that John and I go next since there were two of us, so it would be more efficient.  So Mark wound up going last, like I wanted.  Noelle was already inside, and John was heading in, but I hung around to talk with Mark some.  It was a small stall, and he had hung his towel over the side and after I waited a bit, he hung his trunks over the side, too.  I grabbed both his towel and swim trunks and yanked them right off the top.

"Carrie!  What the hell!  Give them back!"

"Nope!"

"Carrie!"

I ran off with them, also grabbing the other two towels which had been hung up to dry.  When I got upstairs I found that everyone was back, but paid them no mind, as I dashed up to my room to hide Mark's swim trunks and his towel.  And then I went and hung the other towels on rack up on the crow's nest.  It's actually a really good place to hang towels, but of course, that wasn't why I was putting them there.  When I came back to the main room, I noticed that Noelle was still in her swimsuit and talking with Janie.  I waited a moment or two, but once it was clear that Mark wasn't gonna come chase after me to get his trunks back, I headed back down to the outdoor shower.

"Carrie!  You're back!"  He sounded relieved when he saw me coming back down.

"Yup!" I said.

"You've got to give my trunks back!  Please!"

"Nope!" I said.

After peeking over the top and making sure it was just me, he opened the door.  I could see that he was wearing just his light blue speedos, and because I'd taken his towel, they wound up wet and clinging to him.  Really, you could see everything, including what big balls he had.  "Come on!  This is so embarrassing!"

"Yup!" I said.

"If I go upstairs like this, everyone's gonna see my junk in this tight speedo!"

"Yup!" I said.

"I don't want Maria and Janie and Noelle to --" I could see the penny dropping.  "Noelle would have to kick me in the balls," he said, surprised by the idea.

"Yup!" I said, smiling.

"I'm not ready for that!  I don't know her!"

"Yeah, but I know you think she's hot, you hardly take your eyes off of her."

"Yeah, but …"

"No buts.  You always wuss out."

"Does she like me, though?"

"I don't know.  She seems to have trouble remembering who you are.  This is going to fix that.  Instead of being 'that guy who she doesn't remember' you're gonna be 'that guy who she kicked in the balls at the beach house.'"

"But, I, well, …"

"No more excuses, mister.  You're gonna march right upstairs into the living room and get your balls kicked by Noelle!  Go!"  The force of my argument managed to convince him, I guess.  Anyway, he went.  I followed behind because, well, I was curious to see what happened.

I thought he might just make a break for his room or something, but he did actually use his pair to give him enough courage to not rush through.  But he did have to try to lessen the embarrassment some.  Once he got into the main room, he said, "Hey, Carrie took my trunks, did anyone see what she did with them?"

Once he said, that, everyone turned and looked.  Janie giggled.  Noelle stared for a moment at his crotch and then gave me a questioning look.  I smiled back at her and shrugged.  She took that as the go ahead and strode right over to him.

"Well," she said, coyly, "I think -" and then she kicked him hard right in the nuts.  He went down like a sack of potatoes.  Normally, seeing my best friend taken to the floor wouldn't make me celebrate, but, well, I knew how much he'd fantasized about it and now it had finally really happened!  The girls who were in the room at the time watching, Ava and Janie, both giggled a little when she kicked him.  Noelle stood over him and smiled for a moment or two, probably celebrating a job well done.  And he just lay there moaning.  That had clearly been a nice solid kick.  Then she went off to change.

While Mark was still on the floor, I went to go find John who was reading in our bedroom after having gotten changed, and I told him about my plan.  Telling him about the ball busting made him wince, but he understood it was really all in Mark's best interest, so he agreed to go along with it and not loan Mark any clothes.  I didn't need to get Marcel to make any similar promises because he was mad skinny and there's no way any of his clothes would fit Mark.

When I got back to the main room, Janie and Ava were helping Mark up off the floor and he was telling them about the promise and about how I'd taken his trunks.  I was coming down the stairs and they hadn't really noticed me yet.

Ava asked the logical question, "Why did she do that?"

"Uh, I don't know," Mark answered, hesitantly.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and they noticed me.  "Because I thought it would be funny."

"In fairness," Janie said, "it was pretty funny."

"I'm gonna go get dressed," Mark said, not knowing the full extent of my evil plan (insert evil laughter again).  He headed upstairs to the loft area where he was sleeping and where he expected his clothes to be.  I followed him up the steps, knowing that he would soon have questions for me.

"Um, Carrie, where are my clothes?"

"I'll never tell."

"No, come on, I already got racked by Noelle."

"Yeah," I said, "Once."

"Oh, come on.  Once is plenty.  I mean," he switched to a low whisper so that the people in the main room down below wouldn't hear, "that was really sexy, but I don't need more than that."

I whispered back, "If you want her to remember you, busting your balls over and over is far more memorable than just doing it once.  Plus, this way you'll have lots of good memories to masturbate to later if she winds up not being into you."

"Please!" he said.

"Nope," I said.

Just then, the door to Noelle's room opened and out she walked (her room was the other one on the second story next to the room John and I shared).  She was now wearing some tight shorts and a t-shirt which she had tucked into them.  It showed off her figure really well.  I mean, those titties, damn!

"Oh, hey," Noelle said, looking at us whispering to each other.

"Hey," Mark said.  Something about the way she was looking at him worried Mark.  I could see him start to fidget a little.  "Well," he continued, "I guess you really did live up to your promise.  You saw a guy in a speedo and kicked him in the balls."

"I don't think that was my promise," she said, coyly.  "I think I said that any time I saw a guy in a speedo, I would kick him in the balls.  And what do you know, I'm seeing you again."  She began to advance on him.

Rather than run, he just sort of held his hands out, "Look, it's okay, you don't need to."

"Oh, I think I do.  I said I would."  She was now within easy striking range and was clearly just dragging it out to torment him.  "Don't worry.  I won't break them.  I'll just scramble them a little."

"Oh, please," he said, but despite his protestations, I could see that he was starting to get hard, and I bet that Noelle noticed it, too.

Suddenly, she brought her leg up and snap kicked him right in the groin.  He said, something like "Oh, my babymakers" and slowly collapsed to the ground.  She broke out into a broad grin.  He stayed down on the floor sprawled out for a long time after that one and Noelle headed downstairs to talk to the other girls.  I stayed up with Mark for a while to make sure he was okay.  Once it was clear that he was okay, just in a lot of pain, I headed down too.

The girls were talking about the ball kicking.  Janie and Ava were asking Noelle questions like how she had the guts to do it (she said she just did it and didn't worry about guts) and what it felt like (kind of amazing, she said).  I realized that it was getting late and that I needed to run to the grocery store to get supplies for supper.  I didn't really want to miss more ball-kicking excitement, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do and I had promised to be in charge of making supper.

To my surprise, though, Noelle volunteered to come along and help.  I figured (using my awesome figuring ability) that she wanted to talk some about Mark and ball-kicking and stuff because I was guessing that Ava and/or Janie had told her about me taking Mark's trunks.  So once we got in the car, I just launched right in.

"So," I said, "clear on which one Mark is now?"

"He's the one who I just kicked in the balls, right?"

"Yeah.  What do you think of him?"

"He's got really big balls and he took the kicks pretty well."

"I thought he went down pretty easy."

"Yeah, well those were good kicks in the balls.  Boy's balls are really sensitive.  But he didn't try to run away or dodge or attack me."

"That's true, I guess.  No survival instinct, I suppose."

"Heh," she chuckled.  "I like guys who let me do what I want to them.  Do you think he likes me?"

"I think so, yeah.  He's into busty girls."

"Well, I've got that covered.  Are you trying to set us up?"

I kind of wanted to lie, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it in response to being asked the exact question.  "Duh."

"And getting me to kick him in the balls is part of some master plan of yours?"

"Well, kind of, at this point.  The initial plan was just to get you together at the house this weekend and hope that you'd hit it off.  But after our conversation during the walk, this totally seemed the way to go."

"Is there some other reason, I mean, other than getting me to pay attention to him, is there any other reason you want to see him get his balls kicked?"

"Well, kind of."  I felt awkward revealing his fetish to her, but I also don't like lying, you know?  So, for the moment the plan was to try to be totally vague.

"Kind of?"

"Yeah."

"Is it really just because you think it's funny like you told the girls?  I have a hard time believing that's why."

"Well, yeah, it isn't."

"Hmm, are you getting revenge on him for something?"

"Well, no."

"Hmm, running out of options here.  Let me think.  Is it a turn on for you to see his balls get kicked?"

"No, eww!  He's like a brother to me.  Is it a turn on for you to kick his balls?"

"Uh, that's kind of a personal question."

"I know, but I've answered all your questions.  And I think I know the answer to this one, I just want to know for sure.  I'm not gonna tell anyone."

"You promise you won't tell Mark?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Well, okay.  Yeah, it is a little bit of a turn-on for me.  I mean, it's just kind of exciting exercising that sort power over a guy."

"See, that wasn't so bad to admit.  It's not my thing, but I don't think it's any big deal."

"Wait, is Mark turned on by getting his balls kicked?"

"Well, uh, …" I couldn't quite bring myself to tell her about his fetish.

But, she's no dumb cookie, she worked it out from the fact that I didn't answer.  "Oh my god!  I had no idea he was into getting his balls kicked.  I didn't know that there were guys who liked that."

Just then we pulled up the grocery store.  As we headed across the parking lot, she continued, "so, is it like a big turn-on to him?"

"Uh, I really don't want to talk about this around other people.  Can we wait until we're back at the car?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but there's so much I want to know."  She looked like she was about to burst at the seams and before I knew it, it happened.  It's just how my luck goes.  I was finally on the verge of hooking Mark up with a girl (a girl with big boobs who's into busting his balls, no less) and suddenly she exploded into pieces due to the sheer power of her unsatisfied curiosity.

Okay, fortunately, that didn't really happen, but I swear it looked like it was gonna.  I couldn't help visualizing her as an expanding balloon full of confetti.  So anyway, we grocery shopped and talked about other things.  And then when we finally got the groceries bought and paid for and loaded into the car, and the moment we got into the car, she was right back on it.

"So, is it a big turn on for him?"

"It's definitely his biggest fetish."

"Is he only into girls kicking him in the balls or is it anyone?"

"Just girls.  Preferably pretty ones."

"What happens when he gets kicked in the balls?  Does he get a boner?"

"I don't know.  He's pretty well always wussed out before."

"Then how does he know he likes it?"

"He watches ball busting porn videos and stuff."

"How do you know what kind of porn he watches?"

"We're really close friends.  He knows what kind of porn I watch, too."

"Wow.  So ball busting porn is porn where people get kicked in the balls?"

"Yeah, kicking and punching and stuff like that."

"What's it like?"

"Oh, I haven't watched any.  I just know it's his thing."

"Do you think that kick from me was a turn-on for him?"

"Oh, definitely.  He told me he thought it was sexy."

"Really?  Wait, when did he say that?"

"When he was begging for his clothes back after the first kick.  He said something like 'that was really sexy, but one was enough.'"

"Oh, do you think I shouldn't have kicked him for a second time, then?"

"No, I think he was just wussing out again.  I mean, I'm sure his balls were still sore.  He was down for like ten minutes after that first one, but he's pretty tough.  I'm sure he'll be fine."

"I bet he'll be all better by the time we get back.  I should kick him again."  She was smiling a nice broad, toothy smile by this point, like a busty shark.

"Yeah, he'll probably like that.  Well, not so much like it, as, well, later jerk off thinking about it."

From there, conversation sort of meandered elsewhere until we got back to the beach cottage.  Mark had managed to make himself scarce.  I'm not sure if he was hiding up in the crow's nest or in a bathroom or where, but we didn't see him.  I thought that Noelle would go looking for him, but instead she volunteered to help me make supper.  Maybe she wanted to give his balls a little time to recover in case she'd been too rough on him.

We cooked supper and finally when it was supper time, Mark appeared.  He was still wearing his speedo, but he'd found the towels hanging up on the crow's nest and borrowed my towel to wrap around himself so that he wouldn't be wearing only a speedo.

After supper, we were just hanging around talking and Noelle said to Mark, "Well, I see you've found something else to wear,  Too bad, I was looking forward to kicking your balls again."

Mark blushed.  "Yes, well, I, well, I had to wear something.  My balls still feel kind of tender from before."

"I don't know," I said.  "You might get another chance."  I gave Noelle a little wink.

Then I turned to Mark.  "Hey, Mark," I said, "I see you're borrowing my towel.  I'd like it back."

"Sorry," he said, "I'm still using it."

"I'm afraid I must insist.  I need it right now."

"No, please, I need it."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be okay without it."  I suddenly grabbed the towel and snatched it right off him.  He wasn't expecting that at all.

"Eek!" he squeaked.

Noelle was now looking at him eagerly and began to advance towards him, but he started to retreat.

"Oh, look," Noelle said with a grin, "a guy in a speedo!"

Mark kept backing up until eventually his back was against the wall.  "Please," he said, "not too hard."

I think she did take it a little easier on him, but it was still a pretty swift kick right to the crotch.  He wobbled for a moment or two before falling over this time rather than going straight to the floor, but he still wound up on the floor.  Noelle turned back towards the rest of us with a huge fucking grin on her face.

We were all looking at her, and I think she was starting to feel awkward about that, so she headed up to her room.  I didn't see her for about the next while.  Other people were just hanging around and chatting and what not.  Some of the others were doing the washing up.  It was about five minutes before Mark pulled himself together and got up.

He came and grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out on the porch to talk to me.  "This is too much!  Come on!  You've got to give me my clothes back!"

"No, I don't."

"But my balls hurt so much."

"You'll thank me in the long run."

"Pfft!"

"Come on, dude, you're gonna wind up masturbating while thinking about today for like the next month, minimum."

"That's not the point."

"She likely will, too, you know."

"What?"

"On the trip to the grocery store, she sort of told me that she kind of got off on kicking balls."

"You didn't tell her that I'm into it, did you?"

"I tried not to, but she forced me to."

"She forced you to?" he sounded quite skeptical.

"Yup!  Anyway, the cat's out of the bag.  That's probably part of why she's busting you so much: because she knows you like it."

"It hurts so much, though!"

"You've been fantasizing about this for years!  You've just got to relax and enjoy it."

"Easy for you to say."

"Yup, it is."

He headed back inside.  He wound up talking to Maria and Marcel while they were cleaning up the kitchen.  He couldn't wear anyone else's clothing and towels seemed to be out and he couldn't find his, so he asked them to think if there was anything else he could do.  Marcel suggested that he could make a toga from a bed sheet.

Upon hearing the idea, Mark shouted some thanks as he headed upstairs.  He opened up the sofa bed he was sleeping on and started to take the sheet off.  But the sheet was attached to the mattress and so he had trouble getting it loose.  He was making some progress, but then one end got stuck on a spring.  So he wound up on all fours, trying to see underneath to see where it was caught.

Just at that moment, Noelle happened to slowly and quietly open her door and I think she saw Mark there, because she tip-toed up behind him.  She must have seen his balls dangling there as he was on his hands and knees, because without saying anything to warn him, she reared her foot back and then kicked him really hard right in his nuts.

The hit must have really smashed them thoroughly because he howled in pain and then fell over onto his side.  He curled up in a ball and just sort of twitched there.  I think it occurred to Noelle that she might have overdone it, because she did ask him if he was okay.  He didn't answer.

Not knowing what else to do, she got one of the pillows and put it under his head and then she sat down on the carpet beside him and started to stroke his hair and make soothing sounds.  Woohoo!  My plan to get them together was definitely in full effect.  I am awesome!

It was like ten minutes later when he finally did something other than moan in pain.  After doing some other stuff (I don't remember what, but something really important I'm sure or I wouldn't have done it).  I'd gone up to keep an eye on them and make sure he was okay.  And so I asked Noelle, "Do you think you overdid it?"

And she said, "Probably."

And he squeaked out "Definitely."

"Are you all right?" Noelle asked.

"I think I will be in a while," Mark said.  "I mean, everything feels intact.  In a lot of pain, but all in one piece."

"Well, two pieces, I hope," I added.

"Yeah, two pieces."

"Oh crap," Mark said, "you're seeing me in a speedo again.  Does that mean that you're gonna kick me again?  I'm not sure I can take that."

"No," she said, "this is still the same seeing as the first time.  I saw you wearing a speedo, I kicked you, and then I continued to see you.  There hasn't been a break.  I do have to go pee, though, so you should probably finish whatever you were doing to cover yourself up."

As she went off to pee, I helped him get the sheet off.  I offered to help him with the toga, but he insisted that he knew what he was doing.  The others downstairs were choosing a movie and John called for me to come down and support him on his choice, so Mark and I headed downstairs.

I don't remember what the argument was.  John wanted something and Maria wanted something else and I was very "whatever!" on the whole thing.  But I do remember that Janie asked us to move one of the couches.  She said she'd gotten a stiff neck after the previous night's movie from having to have her head craned, so Mark and I agreed to move the couch.  As we were about to pick it up, Noelle came down the stairs.

I could tell that she'd taken off her bra because her boobs were jiggling like crazy under her t-shirt as she came down the stairs.  Mark just stopped and stared.  Noelle just smiled at him.  Once Noelle was downstairs and the massive booby jiggling all finished, Mark returned his attention to the couch.  We picked it up, but as we did, his toga slipped off and was around his ankles in no time.  Apparently, he didn't do the knots that well.  He tried to grab at it with one hand as it fell, but his reaction was not nearly quick enough.

"Oh no!" he said, as he quickly put down his end of the sofa.  He used his hands to try to cover up his groin, both for ball defense, and because he had a pretty obvious erection.

"Oh, yes!" Noelle said, advancing towards him.

"Please, go easy!"

"I can't.  I promised I'd give a hard kick in the balls to any guy wearing a speedo.  Now move your hands out of the way."

"But …" he stammered, clearly afraid to move his hands.

She leaned in close enough that the others in the room couldn't hear and whispered "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you later."  And then she gave her chest a little shimmy.

Well, that was enough to do it, and Mark moved his hands out of the way.  He was still hard and she glanced at it, definitely interested, and then she swung her leg back and kicked his balls hard.  This time he sort of collapsed in slow motion, his legs giving out from under him.  He lay on the floor, curled up, silent, his face in agony for about five minutes.

Noelle helped me finish moving the couch and then we sat on it and talked about other stuff some.  Finally, Mark managed to slowly pull himself up.  He was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch Noelle and I were sitting on.  Not that I was like looking or anything, but I could see that he wasn't hard any more.

"Please," he pleaded to me, "please give me my clothes back.  I can't take it any more."

I put my thinking muscle to thinking about his request, since he really did seem to be taking a pretty heavy beating, and you know, he's my pal.  I didn't want him to wuss out but he'd already taken several nut shots from her, so this didn't feel like wussing out so much as getting some mercy.  But before I could answer, Noelle piped up, "There is another way, you know."  That got Mark's attention and she turned to her as she continued.  "You could be a guy not wearing a speedo."

"But I don't have anything else to wear," he replied.

"No, no.  You could be a guy -not wearing- a speedo," she repeated with a little more emphasis.

"But I said -" and then it hit him.  "Oh.  Oh!  No!  I couldn't do that!"

"Your choice," she said.  "But don't blame me if you don't use your out."  She was smiling a broad, toothy smile at him.

"But everyone would see me, what would they think?"

"Oh, I'm sure they'd understand in the circumstances."

"But …" he stammered again.  He clearly wasn't thrilled with this idea either.

"Well," she said.  "I think I'll close my eyes for a minute or so.  And I guess we'll see when I open them whether or not I see any guys in speedos who I have to kick hard right in the crotch."  And sure enough, she closed her eyes.

Mark had a look of utter panic on his face.  "What do I do?"

"Well," I answered him.  "Seems like it's up to you: stripping or more ball kicking.  Given how little you've already been wearing, I would probably just go for it, but it's up to you."

"Hmm," Noelle said, "I suspect that I'll be opening my eyes any second now."

"Oh no!" Mark squeaked and he grabbed the sides of his speedo and pulled it right down and stepped out of it.

Janie giggled from across the room.  "Why is Mark naked?"

Noelle opened her eyes and answered, "Well, if he's not wearing a speedo, then I won't have to kick him in the balls.  So he's decided that letting his junk flop about is preferable to having it wind up battered and bruised.  Oh, though it is pretty red already.  Come here, Mark, I should check for damage."

He complied and approached her.  She leaned in from the sofa to get a close-up view of his balls.  She handled them gently, moving them around so that she could look at the bottom and back sides.  And suddenly Mark was getting hard again.  After what was definitely a nice, long examination, Noelle finally said, "Yup, they look okay.  Here, why don't you sit here on the couch and I'll get you a throw."  She gave his balls just a little tug to pull him towards the couch.  He went with it and sat down.

She found a nice big throw blanket in the chest which was serving as an end-table for the couch and tossed it over him and then snuggled up to him underneath it.  The rest of the group had finally finished the movie argument and came over to get things started.

I joined John on a different couch for our own snuggly-wuggling, and we watched the movie.  I don't remember the name, but it was a stupid summer film about someone trying to save their uncle's carwash or something.  Lots of girls in bikinis and bare-chested guys and even a couple of sex scenes.  John used this as an excuse to do a little extra subtle groping that other people wouldn't notice.

But from what I could see of what was going on under the blanket, it looked like Noelle and Mark were taking things a little further.  I can't say for sure since my X-ray vision was on the fritz, but it looked like she was playing with his genitals a lot and that she was letting him feel her tits.  This was confirmed in part by the fact that he kept making little noises from time to time which sounded like moderate discomfort or arousal, so I bet she was squeezing his balls some.

When the movie finally ended, I was about to discretely suggest to John that we should go have some alone time in our room when Noelle stood up from under the blanket, straightening her shirt a little (thus further confirming my theory, aha!), and said, "Come upstairs with me, Mark, I have something I really want to show you in my room."

"But, uh, I've, um, sort of got a situation, and I'm, you know," he said and then whispered the last word, "naked!"

"I know," she said, matter-of-factly, "come on."

"But -" he started to say until she reached under the blanket, grabbed him by the balls and started to pull.  He got up off that couch in record time, leaving the blanket behind.  His hard cock waggled in front of him as she pulled him across the room and up the steps, leading him by his nuts the whole way.

After they closed the door of her room behind them, I didn't see them again that evening, but since their room is next to ours, I did hear them.  I mean, John and I, I'm sure were making a little noise of our own, but oh boy did I hear her.  She had around six loud orgasms that night.  She is not good at being subtle.  And a lot of the time, I heard moderate ouchy sort of sounds in Mark's register, so I'm willing to bet that she didn't give his balls a total pass that evening, either.

The next morning, I gave Mark his clothes back and we all packed up and drove home.  That would pretty much be the end of the story, except that on the drive back, they were in the back seat of John's car together.  I was riding shotgun and John was driving.

As soon as we got started and it seemed like I was looking out the window, she started playing with his crotch.  I could see because the sun shade was down but at a slightly funny angle, though, and it had one of those make-up mirrors with a sliding cover which had been left open.  And so when I glanced at it, I could see Mark's lower torso and legs and groin.  So although he couldn't see my eyes, I got a good eyeful of what they were doing in the back seat.

He had an erection from the moment she touched him, and she was alternating between rubbing the whole area and then clamping in and squeezing just his balls.  The ball squeezing was hard enough to make him squirm, but he managed to keep quiet.  Except that once towards the beginning, I heard him whisper to her, likely quietly enough that he thought I wouldn't hear, "Not too much.  They're still tender from the, you know, blue balls from last night."  So I was kind of amazed that she'd blue balled him, but I guess that's sort of another form of ball busting.

Anyway, she alternately rubbed and squeezed him for the whole three hour trip.  She even engaged me in some unrelated conversation, unaware that I could see what she was up to.  Finally, when we were about ten minutes from home, she turned up the pace of the rubbing, and his body was in an odd position.  I shifted around in my seat a little and I could see that she had pulled his head against her chest as she rubbed his crotch.  And after a couple of minutes of that, he made some quiet, but distinctly orgasmic sounds.  John was paying attention to the driving, but even he heard it and asked, "What was that Mark?"

"Uh, nevermind, nothing!" Mark hurriedly answered.

When we got out of the car, Noelle had a big grin on her face like a cat which just ate a bird, and Mark had a big wet-spot on his shorts.  As Noelle climbed into her car to drive away, she simply said to Mark, "Call me!"

So, yeah, it's all my fault.  I did it.  I set them up.  So if Mark winds up shooting blanks or humiliated in front of the whole school or with the world's worst case of blue balls or some combination of those, I will take the blame.  I mean, Noelle, too, obviously.  But I set them up.  And if he just winds up in the sexiest relationship of his young life, blame me for that too.  I may sometimes be a mean friend, but I am a good friend, although his testicles may not wind up thinking so.  We'll see.