James at the Office

James reached out towards them, and Jenny smiled as he did. "It's okay. You can touch my boobs. I don't mind if you do it," she giggled.

Just as he could almost touch them, suddenly another voice broke in. "James! You are spending too much time staring at your coworkers! You have work do to!"

His daydream was shattered. Cindy, his hot new boss was yelling at him. He blushed bright red. Jenny, sitting across the room, laughed at his embarrassment.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Sometimes I think that your genitals are the only part of your nervous system that's actually paying any attention to your surrounding."

"Sorry," he added, sheepishly.

"You know what? I'm gonna put that to the test. Your nuts are on the line today. You're supposed to have 100 totals done by the end of the day. For every one which is missing or which has a mistake in it, I'm gonna kick you in the nuts."

"What? You can't do that!"

"Oh, of course, I can. Didn't you read the text of your two-year contract? It specifically says that your boss is allowed to use corporal punishment on you in the event of unsatisfactory performance. So you better have those totals done and done correctly if you don't want to get a taste of my heels."

She strode away, leaving him shaking in fear. He'd never been kicked in the balls before, but he'd seen to done to other guys many times, and it looked agonizing. He tried not to think about it and just work on his totals, but thoughts of her destroying his vulnerable manhood kept floating into his head.

"Oh boy are you in trouble!"

"Hi, Jenny," he said, looking up, trying not to let himself be distracted by Jenny's figure and failing. Jenny's big, pointy tits rarely left James' mind and when she was this close, his mind usually pretty much just shut off. She was a slender, pretty girl with a rack which was clearly disproportionate and appeared to defy gravity to an extent which amazed, astonished, and aroused James.

"There's no way you're gonna get that done, especially without mistakes. She's definitely going to kick those big nuts of yours."

James had not realized that Jenny had noticed that his nuts were large, and that knowledge combined with his attraction to her and her close proximity lead to him swallowing very nervously and also an immediate erection.

Not getting any verbal response, Jenny continued, "Have you been kicked in the nuts before?"

"Uh, no."

"Wow! Really? Never?"

"No. I'm really nervous about it."

"Oh, you should be. It hurts guys a lot. I'd feel bad for them if the whole thing wasn't so hilarious."

"What do you mean hilarious?"

"Oh, you know, it's just funny seeing a guy get punted in the plums and then rolling around on the floor. There's just something about it that makes me glad to be a girl, unlike you poor fellows with your fragile balls."

"Please Jenny, could you help me out? I think I can probably get enough done if I can stay focused. Maybe you could double check my math for me, to make sure I don't get any wrong?"

"Ha, nope. This is your problem. And honestly, I kind of want to see her kick you in your balls. I like you, but that's gonna be really funny."

"Oh, God," he felt so nervous.

"Plus, if I were really gonna help, the best thing I could do would be to put my coat on and hide these puppies away so you'd stop being so distracted."

"Wait, you know that I've been, um, looking?"

"Dude, you are not subtle. It's fine, though. You're cute and I like you. You can stare all you want as long as you don't let my girlfriend catch you when she comes to pick me up. She's the jealous type."

"Um, okay."

"It's cool. I know I've got great tits. You can enjoy the scenic view of my mountains all you want. You know, as long as you don't mind getting your balls kicked by Cindy."

"Oh, God. I'm gonna get destroyed."

"Yup! Good luck!" And with that, Jenny went back to her desk. But James erection was as hard as ever now that he knew he had permission to look and now that he'd just talked to her about her boobs and about his nuts.

That afternoon, he tried his best to stay focused, trying to keep his eyes off of Jenny's generous assets, although it was hard now that every time he looked over, she gave him a little smile and pushed her chest out a little. The thought of having his nuts beaten made his heart pound with nervousness. He tried his best, though. And he was working on number 96 when he heard the telltale clack-clack sound of Cindy's heels coming his way.

"Well," he thought to himself, "five isn't so bad. I guess I could handle five kicks to the balls. I guess." His heart was racing.

"So," she said, as she approached, "how did you do?"

"Um, ninety-five completed."

"Well, that's almost adequate. Five kicks is still a good amount, though. You'll probably not enjoy that. And let me run the one's you've submitted through the AI to check for any errors."

James swallowed hard. He thought he'd done them all correctly.

"Twenty-seven errors it counts. Twenty-seven. Fortunately, you're only getting penalized per total and several of those were in the same totals. So thirteen totals with errors, for a total of eighteen kicks to your balls. Stand up and spread your legs."

"Do I really have to?" he looked up at her nervously, shaking slightly with fear. She was a very fit, attractive woman in her forties who kept her dark hair in a very severe bun.

"Yes. Yes, you do. And right now or things will get much worse for you."

James gave in and stood up. He was tall and slender with broad shoulders but was not muscular. His angular face looked nervous, especially his deep green eyes. He was almost a head taller than his boss, but it was still clear who was in control. This woman was going to be kicking his manhood. He spread his legs apart, and he closed his eyes, afraid of what was coming.

Her foot lashed out immediately and landed true, smashing against his big balls. He screamed in pain and collapsed to the floor, his nuts were in agony. It hurt even worse than he imagined. As he writhed on the floor, he heard peals of laughter. He opened his eyes just a little. All the men from the office seemed to have evaporated, but the women were there watching. Jenny was front and center, her pretty face smiling and laughing at his agony.

"That's one," Cindy said. "Time for you to get back up."

"Please. It hurts so bad."

"It's supposed to. Now I'm your boss giving you an order to get back up. So you had better do it or there will be worse consequences."

Slowly James managed to get to his feet and as soon as he was there, the top of her black high-heeled shoe smashed right into his poor aching balls, sending him immediately back to the floor in a howling mess. The girls laughed uproariously.

Over and over this went on, she would threaten and cajole him to stand back up, and when he did once more her foot would find his poor tender nuts. In truth, she wasn't kicking as hard for the later blows, but by the point it didn't hardly matter because they were so tenderized by her first kicks. Each new kick felt to him like it was going to destroy his poor battered testes. But all of his pained faces and writhing in pain just evoked chortles of utmost amusement from the women of the office as they looked on. Jenny seemed to smile so widely and laugh so enthusiastically that she seemed like she was going to perhaps pull a muscle from her laughter alone.

Finally, he managed to rise on legs with barely the stability of a pair of noodles and take his eighteenth devastating kick to his poor nuts, now bruised in several places and swollen to twice their normal size. With this kick, he was finally able to stay down and just clutch at his injured groin and moan. He heard the clacking of his boss's heels this time as she walked away, leaving him there on the floor. The show was over, and the other women headed home at the end of their day. Jenny, once she managed to stop laughing, went and fetching him an icepack before she met her girlfriend at the front entrance to get a ride home.

James just lay there on the floor holding the icepack on his swollen testes for perhaps an hour before dragging himself up and heading to his car. Each step jostled his injured nuts, and it was a long walk through the parking lot to his car. He felt better once he was seated in his car until it got in motion and then every little bump in the road caused another little wave of discomfort in his thoroughly tenderized testicles.

This had been the most painful afternoon he'd ever had, and he kept thinking to himself that he would do whatever he could to avoid having anything like this ever happen to him again. And yet, he couldn't help wondering why, every time he thought about his boss punting his balls while Jenny looked on and laughed, he would get an especially stiff boner.