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.