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A Girl Learns To Bust Balls
by Justoneguy (1997)
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A girl finds out that guys aren't so tough after all.
(mf-teens, youths, oral, 1st, v, tor)
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My name is Janet, and at the time I'm writing this, I'm
nineteen years old. Ever since the first time I saw a
guy smacked in his balls, I knew I was hooked on it,
but I never thought it would go as far as it has. That
first time was when my best friend Kim kicked a guy
there in the fourth grade.
His name was Sam, and he had really been getting on our
nerves, always coming around and bugging us. Kim said
she knew a way to get him to leave us alone for good,
so I said go for it. She walked up to the guy, who
stood in a superior, confident stance, and kicked him
right in the crotch. He went down at once.
I asked my friend what had happened, and she explained
that guys were sensitive down there. Fear kept me from
trying it for some time, though.
Finally, I got the nerve one day when I was a 14 year
old freshman in high school. I have two brothers , one
older, Jerry (16 at the time) and one younger, Joey (13
at the time). My older brother had just gotten his
first girlfriend and was constantly tying up the phone
talking to her.
One day I grabbed the phone to call my friend Kim, but
it wasn't long before Jerry walked up and demanded that
he be allowed to call his girl. I refused, after all,
I'm not going to give up the phone just so he can
sweet-talk some bimbo.
After a few minutes of arguing, I stopped responding to
his demands, that's when he slammed his hand on the
receiver, cutting off my conversation. He grabbed the
phone and dialed his girlfriend. I was furious, and I
started to walk away...
But then I got an idea I couldn't resist acting on. I
turned around and eyed his package in his loose-fit
jeans. Then I kicked out and caught him square in his
nuts. He let out an "Oooofff!"
He didn't fall right away, but kind of stumbled a few
steps, doubled over, then he fell on his side. His
hands cupped his balls; tears formed in his eyes. His
girlfriend kept demanding to know what was going on.
That's when I was really hooked.
The next week, I kept trying to think of ways to smack
a guy. There had to be some way to put myself in that
position. Finally, I decided that the easiest target
was Joey, who was small for his age, so I was bigger
than him. He was a nice kid, with the family's short
brown hair and brown eyes.
Joey and I always play fought when we were younger, and
I started it up with him. He slapped my arm and I'd
flick his leg, that kind of stuff. Only, this time I
had a plan. He slapped at me, and I moved so it grazed
my boob. It didn't hurt, but I made him think it did. I
acted pissed, "Don't do that again."
Joey laughed, thinking it was a joke.
"Accidents do happen," he said. That's when I attacked
him, grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his
back. Like I said, he is younger and small for his age,
so I didn't have any problem holding him there. I was
standing behind him, holding his arms behind him with
one hand. He was still laughing, thinking it was part
of the game. I swung my arm around his shoulder, my
fist striking his crotch through his loose jeans.
He stopped laughing at once, and his knees went weak. I
held him up by his arms for a second, then let him
slump to the floor. He fell to his knees, his hands
cupped under him, holding his nuts. He was crying,
rocking back and forth. The most amazing thing to me
was how soft Joey's crotch had felt to my fist. I had
kicked Jerry, so I hadn't noticed it then, but it must
have been true of him too.
Guy's crotches are soft and vulnerable, not strong.
Although they make guys strong. The thought fascinated
me. My brother Joey was holding his weak, soft balls in
pain -- but these were the same balls that would some
day make him a man -- strong and give him pleasure. I
love my brother, so I started to feel bad. After he
recovered, he said that he had never been hit there
before, but that his friends had warned him that it
would hurt if he did. I plead ignorance and swore I
didn't know it would hurt him so bad.
The next time was years later, last night as a matter
of fact. And it's also the time I went too far. I was
at a club by myself. It was in the town about two hours
from my house, that way, no one there would know me and
tell my parents I was partying.
A group of high school guys came in, and I thought one
was really cute. When he went to the bathroom, I
followed him to the door and spoke to him on his way
out. He said his name was Josh. I was still a virgin
and was looking for a guy to make it with. This guy was
nice, not too muscular and a cute face. He offered to
take me to his friend's apartment across the street. I
agreed, and he went to tell his friends.
When he returned from the crowd, he led me to the door.
I made no bones about what I was after -- sex. He told
me he was seventeen and after I told him this was my
first time, he admitted that he was a virgin too. We
walked up to the apartment.
Josh didn't waste any time. He pulled his shirt and
pants off. Then I lowered his boxers and together we
fell to the carpeted floor. The first thing I noticed
was that Josh was uncircumcised. I had only seen my
brothers naked before, when we were younger -- and they
were both circumcised.
My first reaction was that it was gross -- skin sliding
around over the head. I wanted and had always imagined
a guy's dick skin being tight. Well, it was a minor
complaint, I told myself. And even an uncircumcised
dick can give me what I want.
I started to rub it, trying to ignore the moving skin,
finally deciding to hold it back at the base. His dick
was about six inches long and curved slightly up. I
rubbed the length with my hand and he groaned. I was
still fully clothed, and was starting to wonder when it
would be my turn.
Then I found something to occupy my thoughts. I cupped
Josh's balls with one hand. They were tight in the sac,
which was wrinkled and drawn up close to his body. They
were not loose like I remembered when I hit my 13 year
old brother's nuts. But Josh seemed to enjoy it when I
held his sac, so I did. After about five minutes of me
rubbing is dick, he looked at me and asked shyly, "Will
you suck my dick?" He obviously had never had a blowjob
and wanted one badly. I had never given a blowjob, and
didn't think I was the best one to be his first... but
I said okay.
I bent over and put his penis head in my mouth. Josh
groaned. The taste of that plump dick head and the
feeling of nasty foreskin moving against my tongue was
too much... I pulled my mouth away. It didn't matter
though. Just those few seconds inside my mouth were
enough to get Josh off. He groaned loudly and started
rubbing his own dick (I had stopped when I took it out
of my mouth) as globs of his sperm shot out on the
floor.
Good, I thought, now maybe I can get some. But Josh
just said thanks. "What're you going to do?" I asked.
"Go back to the party, I guess," he said, still
breathing heavy.
It was too much for me. I grabbed his tight sac hard
and pulled. Josh was shocked. He cried out. His dick
went soft at once. I watched his red penis head retreat
back into that nasty foreskin. His sac was starting to
get loose now, and he was begging for me to let go. I
did, but only to hit his nuts with my fist.
Josh started to cry, tried to get up, but I launched my
foot at his balls and he fell again. I pried his hands
off his balls, where he had been holding them. His sac
was now very loose, like I imagine Joey's had been. I
smacked them with the back off my hand, those oval
jewels that had provided Josh with his moment of
pleasure a moment before. They had made him strong --
caused his muscles to grow and his voice to sound deep
-- now they were making him weak.
I hit them again.
"Please," he sobbed. "I'll do whatever you want. Just
stop."
I bent over him. "The first thing you should do is get
yourself cut, you nasty dick shit," I said. With that,
I dug my nails into his fleshy extra skin, causing his
foreskin to bleed slightly. I stood up and put my foot
on his left ball.
He looked up at me, pleading, his face terrified and
crying.
I transferred my weight to his ball. After only a
second, I felt it pop. It was only then that I realized
what I was doing, what I had done. Josh had passed out,
from the pain. I guess. His body was limp, his sac
looked half empty.
I bent down and moved the mush of one of his nuts
around between my fingers, trying to comprehend what I
had done. I looked at his other ball. I had gone too
far already, but I had to do it... I had to feel it in
my hand, the same way I felt Joey's soft crotch when I
hit it.
I grabbed his remaining ball and squeezed -- hard. It
took both hands, but it popped in my fist. My god, it
was amazing. I looked at Josh, sweaty mess that he was
now, laying on the floor in the same spot that a moment
ago he had been moaning from pleasure in. I had taken
his manhood from him.
Even if he did have hormone treatments or whatever, he
would never have balls again, never have to protect
them in sports or moan as a girl holds them during sex.
I left for the parking lot. I was still fully clothed,
so I didn't waste any time. I imagined what the scene
would be like when his friends got back to the
apartment and found their friend laying on the floor,
his uncircumcised penis laying over his crushed sac.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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