BallsBounty Chapter 3: More Painful than Helpful

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

Juanita stayed in the dorm next to theirs, so it was a pretty quick walk. I decided to take the stairs up to her room rather than the elevator figuring I'd be less likely to be alone with any girls. When I got up there, there were a couple of guys talking in the hallway.  I asked them if they knew where Juanita's room was and they pointed me around the corner and gave me a room number. That segment of the hallway was shorter and there were a couple of girls hanging out in that part of the hall.

One was a slender blond girl in tight jeans and a very tight blue sleeveless t-shirt. I could see clearly that she wasn't wearing a bra and that she had small, pert, pointy breasts with, at that moment, hard nipples. The other girl had curly light brown hair and was also wearing jeans. She was wearing a tube top over her much more substantial bust. She had a narrow waist and her bare midriff showed off her toned stomach. They were looking my way when I rounded the corner, and I could sort of see a spark of recognition in their eyes as though they were trying to remember if they knew me and from where.

Normally I might have tried to make conversation with them as they were pretty hot, but instead, I had a feeling that I knew where this was going. So I quickly brushed by them, hoping to get to my destination speedily and with some semblance of safety.

I knocked on what I had been told was Juanita's door. It was answered by a short, but very cute, black girl. I was a little surprised, as I had been expecting Juanita, but quickly realized it was probably her roommate who had answered the door.

"Hey," I said. "Is Juanita home? I'm Ed. She's not expecting me, but she knows me.  We were in Linguistics together last semester and there's something I really desperately need her help with."

"Oh," she said, "um, she's not here. But she ought to be back in, oh, I don't know, 15 minutes or so. If you wait in the lounge, I'll send her to you when she gets back."

"Okay. Thanks." But as I started to turn to go that way I saw that one of the girls was looking my way and smiling in an eager way. "Uh, wait. Is there any way that I could wait in here?"

"Why?"

I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I'm worried that those girls are going to kick me in the balls."

"What? Why would you think that?" She looked past me out into the hallway. "That's Brooklyn and Tammi. They're harmless," she said in a nice loud voice, much to my dismay. "Plus I don't really know you like that. So wait in the lounge," she continued, with an air of irritation.

"Yeah, okay," I said, sheepishly. But as I turned to go. Brooklyn and Tammi were smiling toothy grins at me like sharks eager for their meal. I started to turn back, but it was too late. Juanita's roommate had already shut the door.

There was no one else in that part of the hall other than the two of them.  I'd passed the floor lounge on the way in, so getting back to it without going out the emergency exit meant going back by them. My balls were still extremely tender and I really didn't want them kicked any more right then. In other circumstances I would have been eager for two hotties to punt my junk, but it was really getting to be way too much of a painful thing.

Looking at them looking at me, it was clear that we all knew the score. So I covered my nuts with both hands and tried to go past them down the hallway. The busty one knew just how to handle that, though. Right as I was moving past them, she suddenly reached out, grabbed my nipple, squeezed it and twisted. It hurt a lot and instinctively I brought both hands up to grab onto her wrist and try to make her stop. As soon as my hands were off my groin, though, her knee smashed right up into my nuts. It was a quick hit but solid, her kneecap having hit my testicles directly and pushed them right into my pubic bone.  My tender balls were engulfed in extreme pain. My legs got very wobbly, and I collapsed to the floor.  Instinctively I grabbed my balls with both hands as I moaned and collapsed onto the hallway carpet.

Once again the kick was so hard that I was actually completely out of it for a few moments. But the sound of the picture snap from her cellphone brought me back to basic awareness of the world, although I still wasn't expecting to be moving any time soon. After the camera picture sound next I heard the girls arguing.

"You got to go first last time we did this. Now how am I supposed to get a kick in?"

"Well, you saw how he was covering his nuts. I didn't want us to wind up not being able to get him at all. You never want to do the titty-twister. So if I'd waited for you he'd be in the lounge by now."

"Well, okay, but still, I want a turn. I could use the fifty bucks, plus, you know, it's fun."

"Well, I do have one idea I could try." She jostled me just a little using her foot. "Hey, guy, do you like big boobs?"

"Yeah, definitely," I answered, confused.

"I'll let you feel me up if you let my friend kick your nuts."

I thought about it for a bit. In the end, I couldn't say no. I mean, despite all of the pain and the worry about damage, there was still a part of me that found this whole thing hot. And although I'd just gotten to do some very pleasant ogling of Alyssa’s very nice boobs, that was still a long way from touching some. This girl was cute with a great body and a nice rack and heck yes I wanted to feel her up.

"Yeah, okay. But can we do the kick in the lounge?"

"Sure, but we have to do the feeling up in my room."

"Sure. It's a deal."

So I followed the girls to the busty girl's room. (I never found out which girl was named Brooklyn and which was named Tammi.)  And then the less busty one waited outside while the busty one and I went in.

She invited me to sit down on her bed next to her.  When I was seated she pulled her tube top down and her big round breasts with their little pink nipples popped free.  Then she said, "Okay, two minutes, enjoy."

I felt a little awkward doing this with a stranger, but I got over it quickly. And soon my hands were on her big soft breasts first just squeezing them generally, but then pinching and playing with her rubbery nipples. My cock got so hard inside its bandages enjoying touching her chest. Knowing the price I was going to pay later just made the whole thing sexier.

And then, before I knew it, my two minutes were up, and it was time to pay the piper.  She pulled her top back up, and I followed her to the study room like a prisoner being marched to the gallows. Her friend was there waiting for us and seem to be almost drooling in anticipation. I found that simultaneously very worrying but also, honestly, pretty hot.

I stood there with my legs apart and waited for her to deliver a kick that I expected would be about as hard as any I'd gotten that day. And sure enough she lived up to those expectations. The kick came hard and fast and without mercy, and when it landed my nuts screamed in pain and I went immediately to the floor. I'm not really sure how long I laid there on the floor moaning softly in pain holding my crotch. I'm certain it was at least long enough that she got a picture although I have no recollection of that.

What I can tell you for sure is that I was still lying on the carpet when Juanita came into the study lounge. I wasn't completely out of it by that point but I also wasn't really quite ready to get up. Honestly, I'd hoped for a few more minutes to recover before she showed up because I had a sneaking suspicion that I was going to have to take a kick in the balls from her, too, in order to secure her cooperation.

Then once I saw her I figured I'd better say something.  “Hey, Juanita. Remember me from Linguistics? I really need your help!”

“Yeah, I remember you. Why are you on the floor?”

I managed to roll up to a sitting position.  “Well, it's actually all kind of connected. There's this really weird thing that happened to me. Now, I'm not supposed to know this, but I do, but, like, I'm on the front page of BallsBounty. Someone, I don't know who, put up $5,000 worth of reward on me. Like, I really don't know who. I have no idea who would do this or why. And I'm just trying to find out who posted it and why and what to do about it. I mean if I've upset somebody I'd at least like to know what I did.”

“So why come here to me?”

“Well, my friend, the one who told me that I was on the app even though she wasn't supposed to so that I know why so many people have been kicking my balls today, she let me look to try and figure out who it was. It's some user named HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple, but I have no idea who that is. But she only has like half a dozen friends on BallsBounty, and my friend let me check them out on the app and when I saw the user called PatearHuevos, I recognized you. So, please, do you know who HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple is? I'm on the floor because of the kicks I got from Tammi and Brooklyn. That's eight kicks today, and I don't think my balls can take too much more.”

“Sorry, I haven't used that in a year or more. I don't remember the username of anyone.”

“Are you sure? Could you at least give it a look and see if maybe it jogs your memory?”

“Si.” She pulled out her smartphone. “Wow, you were not joking. 50 bucks is a lot of money for a kick!” But then she seemed to spend a little bit of time looking at the app. “No. I have no idea who that is. I wish that I could help you more, especially because of what it's going to cost you,“ she said, giving me a sly look.

By this point I knew what was coming. “Okay,” I said, slowly climbing back to my feet. “I know what you need to do.  Can I have a moment or two more to recover?”

“I guess so, but I have to go to dinner soon. And I have plans with friends tonight, so not too long.”

“Thanks.“

I sat there for a moment or two and then the silence started to feel awkward so I figured I should make a little small talk. “So, How’ve you been?”

“Oh, I am doing well. How are you doing? I know you’ve been kicked in the balls a lot, but other than that, how are you doing?”

“Oh, I'm fine. Semester's going well.”

“Libby seems to be good now.  I don’t think she is in love with you any more.  I don’t think she misses you. I hope you don’t miss her.”

I'd forgotten that she was a friend of my ex. “Yeah, I mean, I'm not with anybody new yet, but it's not as if I spend a lot of time pining over her.”

“What is pining?”  Juanita’s English was very good, but there was still some vocabulary she didn’t know.

“Oh, it just means thinking about someone a lot and missing them.”

“Okay.  That's good that you are not missing her. I have not seen her much this semester. I have heard that she is dating some guy who is new. I have not met him yet.”

“That's cool.”

“Are you ready now?”

“I guess so,” I said, going ahead and standing up.  I spread my legs and faced towards her. She wasted no time. As soon as I was in position she reared her foot back and smashed it forcefully right between my legs. I was still so tender from the last hit and probably the cumulative effects of everything that day that I went down in a heap right away.

Next she posed in front of me for the selfie to show the proof of the kick. I heard the camera snap and then I could see her using her smartphone waiting for the picture to finish uploading. As she was looking at it she said, “Interesting.  That is odd.”

“What is?” I managed to squeak.

“The app shows me that I have a mutual friend with HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple. We are both friends with TallSuperHottie. I don’t remember who that is, but let me check if there are pictures.  No.  There are no photos from that account.  I have no idea.”

I already knew that TallSuperHottie hadn't posted any proofs of kicking. But she didn't know that I knew that so I appreciated that she was trying to be helpful. “Thanks,” I squeaked.

“No, thank you,” she responded. “I really enjoyed doing that.  It is fun to kick boys like you in their eggs.” She gave me a smile as she departed.

I stayed on the floor of her study lounge as she went back to her room. A couple of minutes later I managed to pull myself up off the floor, worried that if I stayed there too long some other girl would find me and nail me in the nuts too. Not sure what else to do I headed to the cafeteria to have dinner. I figured that in such a big public place nobody would be able to get me.

And, believe it or not, that time, I was actually correct. I made it through all of supper without getting kicked in the balls once. I sat at a table by myself and just tried to think through my predicament. At first it seemed to be like my time with Juanita had just been a total dead end. But as I thought about it I realize that the fact that both she and Hindenburg uncertainty principle were friends with TallSuperHottie could actually be useful information.

And as I thought some more, I realized that I hadn't really done everything I could to find the identity of HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple’s friends. Sure I had tried looking for pictures, but I hadn't tried looking at their friends. I mean, obviously you could push that off and look at friends of friends of friends of friends forever and probably not get any useful information but maybe I could identify at least one of her friends by looking at who their friends are.

To do that, though, I'd need the cooperation of someone with the app. Juanita had sounded like she wasn't going to be in. And Alyssa and Cynthia had said they had plans as well. I headed back to my dorm room, hoping that now that I knew the basics that either Stacy or my RA would be willing to help. Fortunately I didn't get trapped in the elevator with any ball kickers. Unfortunately, neither Stacy nor my RA was around.

I hung out for about a half hour waiting to see if either of them would appear. And then it occurred to me that I did have one other option: Brian's ex. She'd given me her location and invited me to come see her. She'd always seemed reasonable, so I figured I could probably strike a deal.

BallsBounty Chapter 2: Answers and Questions

Previous Chapters: 1 Having failed to find any answers, I just lay in bed and let my balls heal up before the next assault. After an hour or so, they felt pretty normal and I discarded the remains of the ice bag. At this point it was around lunch time, and I was getting hungry. I kept some luncheon meat and cheese in the fridge in the shared kitchen, but I was a little worried that I might get another kick in the balls if I went to get it. So I kept waiting for a little while, but then, as I got hungrier, I decided that I was just being silly.

So I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and ate it, and it all went fine. Nothing happened during that part. But then after I was done when I was heading back to my room, I saw my RA. She was short and stacked with dark curly hair and olive skin. Really she was pretty cute, but she was off limits to me since she was my RA so I'd never really considered any romantic possibilities with her or anything like that. But I always did give her tits a good ogle when I got the chance. This time I didn't, of course, because she was looking right at me. But I did still note that she looked great in the sleeveless white turtleneck top and long, tight maroon skirt she was wearing.

"Hey, Ed. There was an incident which happened in the hallway last night, and I need to talk to you about it. Are you free?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," I said. My mind raced, trying to think of what she could be talking about.

"Here, join me in my room for a moment."

I followed her in, and she closed the door behind us. "So," I asked, "what's this all about?"

"Well..." she began. And then I saw that her foot was starting to swing back. My eyes got wide and I started to close my knees, but I wasn't fast enough. Her foot rocketed forward, ramming right into my nuts at full force. Although I thought I was pretty well recovered earlier, I quickly realized how wrong I had been. My tender testes screamed in agony inside me, and I let out a strangled cry of pain as well. I wound up on my knees in front of her my face contorted in agony.

"Perfect," she said as she took a selfie in front of me.

"My poor balls," I moaned. "What did I do to deserve that?"

"Oh, I'm sure you've got a pretty good idea what you've done," she said with a knowing twinkle in her eye.

"Not a clue," I replied.

"Oh well. I'm sure you'll work it out."

Feeling sure that she wasn't going to tell me anything, I headed back to my room, moving very slowly, still partially hunched over. When I got there, I just lay on my bed and waited for the pain to subside. I'd been there about twenty minutes when I heard my phone buzz.

It was a text message from Alyssa. I was pretty surprised to hear from her. We'd been in a project group the previous semester: me, her, and her roommate Cynthia. Cynthia was pretty cute, an average height black girl with really smooth, pretty ebony skin and a pretty face. She had decent-sized tits and a nice pert ass. She wore a lot of tight jeans which showed off her booty, which I always liked.

So Cynthia was definitely pretty nice looking, but Alyssa was out of this world. She had pale skin and short, curly blonde hair. Her face was basically cute, but her body was incredible. She was tall and had narrow shoulders and a teeny tiny little waist and then these big wide hips and a big round ass.  Despite being the white girl she was the one with what people sometimes call "ghetto booty". And, up top, despite her small rib cage, she had a huge pair of knockers, too. She liked to wear really tight tops which showed off how big her tits were relative to the rest of her torso.

And what was extra hot was that she would talk about them. She would say things like "I need to finish this up and get home so I can set the girls free. They hate being cooped up in this bra" or "I'm here! It's titty time!" And one time she even said, "Maybe instead of doing all this work, I can just show the professor my tits and get us an A that way." And I asked, "You really think that'll work?" And her answer was, "Well, it did for Mr. Collier in high school, but then he had a huge reputation for being a boob-hound and a pervert."

When we were working on the project together, she flirted with me all the time, but she had a boyfriend back home, so that's all it was. But still, it was nice to have such a hot girl flirting with me all the time. So anyway, I was surprised to get a text message from her since I hadn't heard from her since the end of the previous semester. And then I was even more surprised when I read it: "Ed, I could really use your help. My boyfriend's scheduled a day with friends on the lake for when I get back from school next month and I bought some new very small bikinis. I want to surprise him with one, but I can't figure out which one is sexiest. Can you come over this afternoon and I'll try them on for you and you can give me a man's opinion?"

So, of course I texted her back saying, "Absolutely! I'll be right over." And she replied, "Great!"

I got halfway down my hallway when my common sense kicked in. When something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. It came to me what was probably going on. So I stopped, went back to the protection of my room and texted her, "Are you going to kick me in the nuts?"

She replied very quickly with, "Would I do that to you?" rather than an explicit no. I now felt completely sure that she was planning to kick my nuts for the same reason that mysteriously was motivating everyone else.

So I texted back, "I'll come over and let you kick me in the nuts on two conditions, 1: you really do try on sexy bikinis for me 2: you tell me why everyone is trying to kick me in the nuts"

After a couple of minutes I got a text back from her, "Okay, I agree, but only if Cynthia gets to kick you, too."

I texted back, "It's a deal."

So I left the relative safety of my room and headed back across campus towards their dorm room. I was really kind of eager to see Alyssa in a sexy bikini and have her kick my balls. I mean, if you'd told me the day before that Alyssa wanted to dress up sexy for me and kick me in the balls, I'd have been over the moon. As it was, I was worrying about whether or not I'd make it to the end of the day with my balls still intact, but I still couldn't help but feel excited about this one. Plus I was finally going to find out what was up.

As I walked across campus I kept an eye out for anyone who might be targeting me. So far everyone had kicked me in private with no one else around, but I wasn't sure if that would continue. I was about halfway there when I ran into my friend Brian's ex. She smiled when she saw me. "Ed! Just who I was looking for. I'm having the toughest time with this Physics problem and I could really use your help. Can you come back to my dorm with me and give me a hand with it?"

I had forgotten her name, but I hadn't forgotten her. She was this really cute punk-rock looking Indian-American girl that Brian had been with for about six months before they'd gotten in a big fight about whether or not he was a sexist (he is, but doesn't want to confront that fact, so yeah, I don't have a lot of sympathy for him on that front. She wasn't even like drawing a line in the sand saying she wouldn't date a sexist or anything, she just wasn't willing to tell him that he wasn't one, and he got all pissy about that. He's a good friend, but I always wind up feeling sorry for his girlfriends).

I would definitely describe her as really cute. She had a little bit of a soft figure but was really strongly hourglass-shaped and with nice tits. I mean, not big like Alyssa or Zepz, but definitely a good handful. She was, like usual, wearing jean shorts and a leather jacket over a tank top which, like usual showed just enough cleavage to be interesting. And like usual, she was wearing combat boots. It was those that had lead to me fantasizing in the past about the possibility of her being a ballbuster. She often didn't wear a bra, and I'd jerked off more than once to the idea of seeing her tits jiggle as she smashed those hard, heavy boots mercilessly into my balls again and again. Admittedly, though most of that fantasizing took place before the first time I'd actually gotten busted and learned that my balls aren't actually as tough as I'd imagined.

And now that the opportunity was there, given how much smashing my poor testes had already had and were going to have soon, I just couldn't do it. "Oh, I wish I had time, but I'm on my way over to a friend's dorm room and they're waiting for me, so I really can't take a detour."

She looked a little disappointed. "Well, is there any chance you could stop by this evening?  I promise I'll make it worth your while," she said with a little hint of flirtation to her voice, which I wasn't really expecting at all.

I couldn't bring myself to just flat-out say no. "Maybe, if I have time."

"Okay, well, my room is 203 Hamilton, and I'll be there all evening studying tonight. I've got to bring my physics grade up! So if you can stop in at any point, it would be highly appreciated."

"I'll try and find time."

She smiled at me and we went our separate ways.

When I got to Cynthia and Alyssa's place, it was Cynthia who opened the door. Cynthia was wearing tight jeans, like usual, but she was also wearing a tight, low cut top and pointy red high heels and she had makeup on. It looked like she was planning on going clubbing.

Taking her all in, I said, "You look very nice. Are you going out on a date after this?"

"No, silly. Now come on in before someone sees you." I let her usher me in the doorway and then, closing the door behind us, she continued, "Because you know it's coming, it's easy for us to do videos instead of selfies. So I figured that I should look good for it.  Hey, Alyssa, Ed's here."

Their room was always very neat, but not that huge and initially I was surprised to not see Alyssa there, but when Cynthia called her, she came out of the bathroom where she'd apparently been changing. When she came strutting out, I was floored. She was wearing a teeny tiny little blue sparkly bikini and black strappy high heels. And when I say "teeny tiny", that is exactly what I mean. The bottoms are just a couple strings and one thin strip which basically just barely covered her pubes and her labia. Her top was just strings and these two little triangles of fabric which only covered her nipples. And given how big her breasts are, it was a visual feast of cleavage, side-boob, and under-boob. And when she took a couple of steps towards me, her whole chest shook, just becoming a landscape of big jiggling mountains. Just looking at her, my cock was so, so hard, just struggling against the gauze I had wrapped it up in. I managed to speak, though, simply saying, "Wow!"

"Yeah, pretty sexy, huh?" she replied. "I think this one's probably the winner, but I'll show you the other one, too, after the kicking. Speaking of which, we should do that first. I think Cynthia should kick first."

"Uh, sure," I said, trying to look vaguely calm on the outside despite the fact that my stomach was doing flips from the anticipation of getting my balls kicked by these sexy girls. Alyssa strutted across the room and picked her phone up of her desk. In the process, I got to see that the back side of her bikini was just as scant as the front: one little slender blue triangle between her big, round ass cheeks. Honestly, the way she looked right then, she could do anything she wanted to my balls and you'd hear no complaints from me.

She directed me to go stand over by the bed and then Cynthia would approach me and just kick me right in the balls. To make it look like we hadn't planned it, she suggested I should be talking when the kick came. So my line was, "Oh, hey, how are you?"

So Alyssa stayed recording and I stood there and Cynthia came striding up and I said, "Oh, hey, how-" and her foot rocketed into my crotch, the point at the toe end of her shoe slamming right into my left testicle with a good deal of force behind it. I jumped up, howling in pain, grabbing at my tender testicle. And then I wound up sort of falling over onto the bed and holding my crotch as I rolled around in pain. She'd really gotten that one so exactly worth the point of her shoe that it felt really brutalized. I was in so, so much pain.

"Wow," I heard Alyssa say to Cynthia. "You really got him good. That may be tough to beat. But I'll try my best once he's up again."

I laid there for a couple more minutes and then Alyssa started to get impatient. "Come on, I need my turn as well. Umm, here, look at my boobs. I bet that'll help you feel better."

When I looked, I saw that she had her hands on top of her head and she was shaking her chest gently back and forth causing her breasts to slowly undulate. It was a magnificent sight, her big tits shaking and jiggling gently. As I watched, I kept expecting a nipple to slip out from behind it’s triangle, but she was shaking with just enough force to jiggle everything, but not enough to set her nipple free.  And she was correct, as my cock got harder watching that, my balls started to not feel so bad. So I struggled back to my feet ready for another kick.

Cynthia had the camera this time. We sort of reversed things so that the other side of the room was in the background so it wouldn't look like we'd shot both videos in the same place. This time my love was to be "Wow! That's a great bikini!" (which, of course, it was).

I stood there, legs shoulder-width apart and Alyssa was facing me and sort of bouncing a little on her toes while wearing her tiny bikini which looked pretty amazing, especially how her breasts were bouncing, too. It even looked like one of her boobs was finally starting to bounce free of her top, but before that could come to fruition, Cynthia called, "Action!"

And I, in character, looked Alyssa up and down and said, "Wow!" and then she delivered a perfect front snap kick with the top of her foot slamming right into my balls with astonishing speed and force. I instantly collapsed on the ground holding my poor battered balls and moaning in pain. "Oh my balls! Oh God, my balls!" They hurt so bad that at the time I really thought that she might have broken them. I spent the next ten minutes lying on the floor cradling my balls insensible to the world around me.

When I finally felt aware of the world outside my testicles, I heard the two girls talking. Cynthia was saying, "So I guess I'll just delete this one, then?"

And Alyssa replying, "No! You don't need to delete it just because we can't upload it. I still want a copy and Ed might, too."

"I might want a copy of what?" I asked as I rolled over to face them. They were standing, though, and I was still lying on the ground.

"Ed, I see you're back with us. I have some bad news. It seems my nipple slipped out during the kick. So we can't use the video because the site doesn't allow nudity. So I'm gonna need to kick you again. I'll switch to the other bikini since I'm less likely to fall out of that one."

"We only agreed to one kick, but I'll do it if you send me copies of all the videos and if we talk about what's going on first so that I have some recovery time. You kick really hard!"

"I had seven years of Tae Kwon Do!" she said with a smile. "As for what's going on, that's really simple. There's an app called BallsBounty. It lets girls pay other girls to kick guys in the balls. A girl posts a bounty and then other girls kick or punch or knee the guy in the balls and then they take a picture or video as proof and then they get paid. Get up off the floor and I'll show you."

I managed to climb up to hands and knees and then to climb up onto her bed and sit on the edge of it. She sat down beside me and pulled out her phone. "So, it's organized by city, so you'll only see people near you. But guess who's the number one bounty in the city right now? That's right," she said as she pulled up the top bounties list for our area, "it's you! Some user called HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple has posted a $5,000 bounty for your balls. Each girl who kicks you gets $50 and up to 100 girls can collect. $50 is the maximum bounty per kick that the app allows. Most people just post like $5 per kick and only just a few kicks. So this is pretty unusual. You must have done something to make her pretty mad. You didn't rape anyone did you?"

"No! I would never!” I said, clearly taken aback.  Seeing that she didn’t look that serious about it, I continued, “I honestly don't have any idea at all who this would be. I haven't really done anything to anyone. I mean when I broke up with my last girlfriend, Libby, she was pretty pissed about it, but that was about a year ago, and I doubt she's still angry enough to spend $5000 on it. And since then, other than spending a lot of time going out with a girl who wasn't really that into me, I haven't really done anything dating-wise. I haven't gone out with anybody in at least a month and I haven't even hooked up with anyone since I broke up with Libby."

"Wow, so you really don't have any idea. Well, let's see what we can find out about this HindenbergUncertaintyPrinciple girl. Hmm, her profile picture is just a picture of her cleavage. So we know she has big tits. Let's see if she's uploaded any proof photos or videos that we could maybe recognize her from. Hmm, looks like just one picture. Well, she got that guy pretty good. Huh. More cleavage, but her face is cut off on this picture.  That hallway looks familiar."

"I think it's the one in the student center near the bowling alley."

"Yeah, the one in the basement which leads to the bathrooms. So, we know that this girl is a student here who has big tits and a willingness to show them off."

"And that she isn't you."

"Right!" she smiled at that. "Let's try looking at her friends list."

She only had five friends on BallsBounty. Two of them, TallSuperHottie and AnnieTokley had cartoons for profile pictures and hadn't uploaded any proof pictures or videos. The other three had real pictures and had each uploaded a proof picture of two. EvilSmurfette had blue hair and I was sure I would have remembered if she'd been walking around campus. Alyssa checked and you could see that she was from a different area.

TerribleTerrapin looked kind of familiar to me, maybe, but the combination of her name and the University of Maryland sweatshirt she was wearing in her profile picture made it unsurprising that she was also not in our area. But the last girl, PatearHuevos, I recognized. She was the girl from Mexico who'd been in my linguistics class the previous semester.  I didn't remember her name, but I had had a lot of friends in that class, so I was sure one of them would remember.

I started texting friends. I found out pretty quickly that her name was Juanita. So then I tried to find out if anyone I knew had her number. While I was waiting for a reply, Alyssa asked me, "How are your balls doing?"

"I think they're all right."

"Okay. Time to try the video again then," she said with a smile, and she went into the bathroom to go change into the other bikini. I got a good eyeful of her ass in the thong as she walked away from me. I felt a little regret. I'd been paying so much attention to the BallsBounty app that I'd not spent much time enjoying the view of her in that tiny bikini and now she was gonna change.

While she was changing, I got the text I was waiting for with info about what dorm Juanita lived in. It had the floor, but not the room number, but that was good enough. Most people would be home after classes on a Monday, so I could easily go there and ask around.

When Alyssa emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a red bikini. It wasn't as small as the other one, but it was still very sexy. The top had actual cups to cradle her breasts so the bottom and outside of her tits weren't really visible, but there was still an enormous amount of cleavage on display. It seemed like maybe there was even a push-up effect because her big tits looked even bigger than before.

The bottom was also more modest, covering her pubic area pretty thoroughly. But when she did a little turn around to show it off, I could see that this bikini bottom was also a thong. After getting a good eyeful of the whole thing, I could feel my cock throbbing in its wrapping once more.

"So," she asked, "what do you think?"

"You look really sexy in this one, too."

"Well, we'll see if you feel the same way after I boot you in the balls while wearing it," she said, smiling a wicked smile. "Time to pay the price."

So I got up off the bed. I could still feel some soreness in my testicles from the last kick, but it was only a very dull ache. The idea of Alyssa giving me another kick sounded very hot, but the last one had been so forceful that I was more than a little nervous. My heart was beating in my chest as much from fear as arousal. I managed, though, to overcome it and take my position in the middle of the room standing with my legs slightly spread.

Alyssa got into position and Cynthia started recording the video on her phone. After a moment I realized that I should say my line like before. So once more I began with, "Wow! That's -" until I was interrupted by Alyssa's foot slamming into my unprotected testicles with tremendous force. I feel too the floor and curled up into a ball. I grabbed my balls they just hit so very badly. I didn't even say any words or moan.  I just lay there silently gasping for air. It had been another very exactly delivered front snap kick.

For the next while I just lay there clutching my balls unaware of anything other that the mighty testicular pain which had engulfed my body. Quite some while later I realized that Alyssa was sitting on the floor next to me and stroking my hair. I let out a quiet moan and rolled over a little so that I could see her. She was still wearing the bikini and getting a fresh view of that made my cock twitch a little, helping the pain in my balls recede from my consciousness.

"How're you doing?" she asked with a real sound of concern in her voice.

"I'll be okay eventually."

"So, everything's still in one piece? Well, two pieces, I mean."

I was pretty sure there'd been no lasting damage, but I gave them a quick feel to be certain. They felt bigger than usual and a little tender to the touch. "Everything is still intact, but they feel tender and I think they're swollen."

"Can I see?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said, flirtatiously.

"Sure," she said, and, much to my surprise, she took her top off right then. Obviously I had gotten to see a good portion of her breasts when they were in the skimpy bikini top, but still, getting to see the completely without any covering was even better. Her areolas were a nice shade of pink and came to good points. I couldn't help but imagine how nice it would be to suck on them.

Fair was fair so I stood up and pulled down my pants and then my underwear. My balls were very red from the impact of the kicks and were definitely a little bigger than usual although not hugely swollen.

"Wow! Those are red! Cynthia come look at how red we got them! What's with the gauze?" she asked, noticing how my penis was wrapped up.

Cynthia did come over and look while I answered Alyssa's question. "During an earlier kicking, my penis got scraped pretty bad by the heel of the girl's shoe."

"Ouch. How bad is it?"

"It's okay. It's just a scrape. It stings, but it's nothing like the pain in my balls."

"Heh, sorry about that," she said, although I could tell that she wasn't, really.

Cynthia chimed in, "Wow, those are pretty red. How many girls have kicked you today?"

"You're the fifth and sixth ball busters. You're the first ones to tell me why, though. What are the rules of this BallsBounty thing anyway?"

"Oh, they're pretty straightforward. The people who run the site are trying to keep it secret from guys and, like, the police since it could probably be considered, like, conspiracy to commit assault or something. So, in general, no kicking guys where other people, other than BallsBounty members, are gonna see, no using real names for your account, no telling guys why they're being kicked. I think that's it. Do you remember any others, Alyssa?"

"Try not to cause permanent damage. So like no stomping with golf cleats or cutting them off with a knife or anything like that. Although they were fine with that girl who used a taser. Some people thought that that was across the line. Oh, and, of course, no nudity. I think that's just partially because they don't have any good way to make sure that everyone is 18, and they don't want to host anything which could be considered kiddie porn."

"Well, thanks for relaxing those rules a little for me. It was driving me nuts not knowing what was going on."

"Sure," Alyssa responded. You've always seemed like a good guy and it seemed unfair to let you get your balls crushed a seventh time without giving you some clue why was going on. I wish I could tell you who had put the bounty on your balls."

"That's okay. Hopefully Juanita will be able to help me with that. Actually, I ought to get over there. I can probably catch her before she goes to supper."

"That sounds good. Let us know if we can be any help. Oh, though I should warn you that we're gonna be seeing that new Avengers movie with Laura tonight. So after supper, we won't be much help."

"Sure. Have fun."

Continued in Chapter 3

BallsBounty Chapter 1: Unexpected Kicking

The first time I was kicked in the balls was towards the end of my freshman year of college.  It happened because I told Libby that I was dumping her. Libby was tall, thin, pretty, and blonde, and we had lots of good sex while we were together, but she always talked down to me and treated me like an idiot just because I wasn't as organized as she was. When I finally decided that enough was enough and that asking her to be nicer wasn't working, I just came over to her apartment and knocked on her door. When she answered the door, she was wearing a black tank top which showed off her very nice cleavage, a cute tan tennis skirt and some black Mary Janes. She looked pretty hot, really, which I’ll admit, did make it more difficult to break it off. 

But I steeled myself and told her that I was breaking up with her. She called me an asshole, and then, before I had any idea what she was up to, she quickly swung her leg back and kicked me hard and fast right between my legs, smashing my balls extremely painfully with her foot. I had never been kicked there before by a girl, and she managed way more power than I had guessed she could, and it hurt so much worse than I had expected. My stomach cramped up as I crumpled to the floor in pain and just lay there holding my crotch and moaning. I heard her say that I'd never find another girl as hot as her who wanted to date me and then she closed the door, leaving me there on curled in a ball on her doorstep.

Eventually, I got up, dragged myself home, and told everyone in my favorite ballbusting chat room about it. They were all very jealous. And I may have been a little pissed at her, but honestly I got off so hard when I jerked off that night that I easily forgave her for kicking me in anger. 

It was kind of funny that she had done that because when we were dating I'd asked her if she'd kick or punch me in the balls as part of foreplay, and she'd told me that it was weird and that she'd never do it. I guess she only believed in non-consensual ballbusting.  Go figure.

Until that point in my life, I'd been fascinated with having my balls kicked, and I'd watched ballbusting porn and even attempted some self-busting, but I'd never had anyone else play rough with my danglers. It was quite a shock, but it definitely fueled my fantasies for the next while.  I especially found myself imagining that her roommate, Zepz, had joined in too.  Zepz was a brunette who was also tall, slender, and pretty (even if her face wasn't as stunning as Libby’s), but much curvier in the hips and way, way bigger in the chest. I would have loved for her to have given me a kick, too.

It wasn't hard to imagine Zepz giving me a kick because she'd threatened to a couple of times while I was dating Libby and because she'd told me about a few of the times when she'd kicked guys.   Generally, it was guys who had let their hands wander without her permission, but it also involved some surprise busts on friends just to see their reaction.  So thinking about the two of them double teaming me was sort of a logical extension of my fantasy, if you can really call ballbusting fantasies logical. 

Anyway, this is not mostly the story of the first girl ever to kick my balls. That was hot, but, well kind of normal compared to what happened later. This is the story of the second through twenty-third girls to kick or punch or knee or otherwise be mean to my testicles.

It all started about a year later in the last couple of weeks of classes before the end of my spring semester of my sophomore year. Since the first time, I'd not had any more ballbusting and Libby's prediction had at least basically come true. I hadn't really dated anyone since we'd broken up. 

One of my high school friends who was a year younger than me (and who I'd long been interested in dating) had started at my university as a freshman that year, and I'd spent a few months trying to get things started with her. She'd been really frustratingly noncommittal about everything, neither wanting to really do anything romantic with me nor to rule it out completely. For months after we went out on our first date, well, the first thing that I would have called a date, she was still saying things like, "I think I like you like you, but I'm still figuring myself out." She was so hot and so smart and so happy to spend time with me and yet, so very wishy-washy about "us". 

So that was how I wasted most of my year chasing something that always felt on the verge of being something, but never came to fruition. Anyway, our story picks up after I'd given up on the possibility of anything happening with her. Specially, it begins on a Monday in April after I'd spent all weekend cramming for the last organic chemistry test before the final. I was exhausted, cranky, and frankly kind of horny as I had spent all weekend studying rather than doing much sleeping or any masturbating. But when I walked out of that exam sure that I'd made at least a 90, I knew it was all worth it. 

To my surprise, just as I left the exam, Whitney called out to me and motioned me over to her. Whitney had very pale skin with strikingly dark eyes and long black hair. She was lovely and she always wore these very tight sweaters which clung to her really pert, pointy tits and tight little miniskirts which showed off her toned legs and her nicely round ass. She was the hottest girl in that whole lecture, and, honestly, I was surprised she knew my name, much less had cause to call me over. 

So, of course, I went trotting eagerly over to her.  I was both hopeful that this maybe meant that she liked me or something, and well, I was extra horny, like I said, so right then I was willing to do most anything a cute girl in a miniskirt told me to.   When I got there, she said, "Hey, can I ask you something in private?" 

"Yeah, of course," I replied and gladly let her lead me down a side hall which just led to a couple of closed office doors. Once we got a bit back from the intersection with the bigger hallway, she pulled me into a doorway and then, after glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she pulled herself close to me. She leaned right up close to me and whispered into my ear, saying, "I just--" And that's when she suddenly kneed me hard and fast right in my groin. I felt the top of her knee just smash forcefully right into my poor testes crushing them against me. My stomach lurched from the massive pain that knee had inflicted on my gonads. My legs became shaky, and then I collapsed to the floor.

She did a little happy dance above me. And then while I still lay on the floor clutching my groin, she pulled out her cell phone and posed above me and took a selfie complete with a big grin. 

After a minute or so, I managed to squeak out a question. "Why did you do that?" 

She answered promptly with an excited tone of voice, "Oh, I guess you don't know yet. Does that mean I'm your first?" 

"What?" 

"Has anyone else busted your balls in the last couple of days? Any other knees, kicks, or punches below the belt in the last few days?" 

"No!" 

"Wow! Then I am your first! I've never been first before! I was only second like once! I'm almost always like fourth of fifth once they've already figured out the score. That's amazing. First! I'd better go get this posted." 

"What's going on? Why did you knee me in the crotch? Why did you take a picture? What are you talking about?" I was feeling well enough to ask some questions, but not well enough to get up off the tile floor yet. 

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "I'm sure you'll figure it out pretty soon. You know, while you can still reproduce!" And with that, she bounced off happily leaving me still trying to compose myself after the blow to my balls. 

After a few minutes, I managed to pull myself together and get up off the floor. I kind of wound up with a raging erection, but I tucked it in my waistband and headed back towards my dorm.

I was figuring I'd jerk off and then write a blog post about this mysterious busting by a super-hot girl. I got to the dorm without anything else unusual happening, but then as I got in the elevator, a girl dressed in jogging clothes rushed in just as the doors were about to close. I had seen this girl around before, but I didn't know her name. I'm pretty sure she lived in my dorm and I'd seen her out jogging before. 

She was asian, I think Chinese or Chinese-American, and had nice tan skin and long straight shiny black hair. She was really pretty and although she wasn't very tall, had a nice slender figure but with curvy hips. Right then she was wearing a matching light blue spandex jog bra and shorts. They showed off her midriff and legs and shoulders. She wasn't hugely busty, but she had enough up top that the sports bra top she was wearing showed off a little cleavage. She was wearing white sneakers and light blue ankle socks. On the whole she looked really sexy clad in such a tight and somewhat scanty outfit, and I was sneaking quick looks but being careful not to stare as the elevator began to rise. 

I glanced away and just as soon as I did, I detected motion on her part out of the corner of my eye, but as I began to turn to look at her again, I felt the toe of her sneaker slam into my testicles at full force. My nuggets were still tender from the previous kick which had only been about 10 minutes before, so I was really overwhelmed by the pain and collapsed on the floor with a grunt. 

When I looked up at her, she had her phone out and was snapping a selfie with me on the floor in the background. At this point, as much pain as I was in, my brain was still clearly telling me that something very odd was going on. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out. In a couple more moments the doors opened again, this time for the floor where I lived, and I managed to crawl out onto the floor in front of the elevator doors. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall to witness my humiliation and pain. 

In a couple more minutes, I managed to pull myself up and limp towards my room, figuring that I'd lie down when I got there. But just as I finally reached the end of the hallway where my doorway was, I heard a feminine voice call to me from behind. When I turned, I saw that it was Stacy who had called out to me. 

Stacy was this extremely cute redhead who lived on my hall. She had a fondness for button-up blouses and tennis skirts that I always thought made her look really hot. She had very curly hair and very cute freckles all over her pale skin (or at least the parts of it I had seen). She had a good hourglass shape and some nice pert tits which were usually pushing out her blouse. I always thought that she was totally hot and also a really cool girl, but I'd never asked her out because she'd had a string of boyfriends and by the time I had found out that she'd broken up with one, she'd started dating a new one. 

That day, she was wearing a red plaid skirt and a white top and black work boots which really gave her what seemed like an accidental punk rock schoolgirl look. 

"Hey, Ed! You're just the guy I wanted to see! My window is stuck again. Can you help?" 

"Sure! No problem!" I said, not wanting to show how hurt my balls were. I figured that I could hide my pain for a couple of minutes while helping her out. Given that I'd just gotten it right in the crotch twice in a row from pretty girls, you might wonder why I wasn't suspicious of her intentions. Well, it was largely because I'd done this exact same favor for her several times before. The windows in her room really were prone to getting stuck. I'd just helped her with one the previous week, so it didn't seem odd at all.  But you might be able to guess where this was going. 

I tried my best to straighten up and walk normally as I went to her room. She lead me inside her room and indicated the window in the middle. That one was the easiest to get to since there wasn't any furniture in front of it. I went over to it and squatted down a little so that I could get my hands under the frame with my arms oriented upward. In the process, I spread my legs apart, not thinking anything of it until I suddenly felt her boot slam into my groin from behind. 

Unlike the previous couple of groin assaults, this one did not hurt my balls at all. That's because she kicked too far forward and instead of getting my balls, the big rough sole at the toe of her boot had smashed against my dick and scraped down the length of it. 

I was initially more stunned than anything, but after just a moment I found myself yelling out, "Jesus Christ!  My fucking dick!" It had taken a moment, but the kick had really caused me some serious penis pain. 

"Oops!" I heard her say.

And then, as I was reaching down to check to see if my penis was injured, she kicked me from behind again. This one landed straight and true and smashed the hell out of my already tender testicles. I let out a howl of pain and fell to the carpet. I curled up in the fetal position and didn't move at all. 

Still I was aware of her saying to herself, "The second one was much better. After all, it isn't called 'dick bounty.'" And then taking a selfie of herself and me. 

Then after a bit I heard her leave and then return. "Hey, Ed. Sorry," she said sounding a little sheepish. "I got you some ice." She helped me sit up and put the bag of ice on my crotch. "It'll help reduce the swelling." 

Despite the tremendous pain I was in, I managed to ask "Stacy, you're the third girl to kick me in the balls today. What's going on?" 

"Sorry. I'm not allowed to say. It's against the rules to tell you. But I will tell you that you've got a lot more of this coming." 

She let me recuperate for a while longer there on her floor, and then she helped me up and walked me back to my room with her arm around me to support me as I hobbled. 

When I got in the room, she asked, "Are you going to be alright?" 

"I think so. It was just pretty rough because I had been kicked on the elevator just before you got me. And I am a little worried about my dick. It's still stinging." 

"I don't mind checking it out for you." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. It's the least I can do," she said with a smile. I leaned against the wall and she grabbed a chair and sat down in front of me. She undid my belt and then unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. "Oh, geez, there's blood in your underwear." 

I felt distinctly nervous as she pulled it down to take a look. There was a bunch of blood on my penis. The sole of her boot had scraped my dick pretty badly. There was a long red scrape and then a patch of skin along the shaft had come loose and the skin underneath was bleeding. She went and got a paper towel and wet it in the sink in my bathroom. 

After she wiped the blood away, she said, "I think it's okay. It's not as bad as it looked at first, and I think the bleeding has already stopped.  Does it still work okay?" 

"I won't know until something happens to give me an erection. But it's probably fine. I think it was just a surface injury." 

"Well, let's make sure," she said and much to my surprise and amazement, she learned in and took the head of my cock into her mouth and began running her tongue around the sensitive rim of the head. Well that definitely got things going, and I soon found myself rock hard. 

Once I got all the way up, though, she took her mouth off of me. "Yep. Definitely still works. And you're a little bigger than I would have guessed," she said with a smile. "I'm going to get the gauze from my first aid kit, though. It is still bleeding just a little and it'll keep that bit where a layer of skin has come loose together."

So she went back to her room, leaving my erection bobbing in the air. I tried to jack myself off real quick while she was gone, but whichever way I grabbed it, I felt a really intense pain. The kick had left it so tender that I couldn't find any way to grip it that would actually have worked. I may find ball pain sexy, but dick pain is a boner killer. 

She was back with the gauze pretty soon anyway. She wrapped it a few times around the length of the shaft and was about to cut the gauze when I said, "Wait a moment. You said I was in for more of this, and I don't want to get my penis injured. Maybe we should wrap the gauze around my waist and use it to keep my dick up and out of the way." 

"Sure. That sounds like a good idea." So she did. I couldn't help but feel like my balls were a little extra vulnerable without my dick hanging in front of them. But I knew I was making the right decision.  There was no way I wanted to take any more damage to my penis. 

Once she had me all taped up, she left and I lay on the bed and used my laptop while keeping the bag of ice on my balls. I wanted to try and figure out what was going on, so I started searching the internet. I searched for "random girls kicking balls" and "many girls kicking balls" and all I really found were ballbusting videos and stories which were kind of hot, but not at all helpful. "Secret ballbusting" didn't really help either. After a while I gave up. It just didn't seem like the internet was going to help me solve this one.

Continued in Chapter 2