Family Jewellers, Chapter One

Chapter One: The Four Fetishes

Jay’s older step-sister, Talia, fanned herself with a sheet of paper, while sitting on the couch watching television with her younger brother Jay. Today, the AC wasn’t working. The two of them were too lazy to haul out the fan from the cupboard at the other end of the house.

Talia was older than Jay by one and a half years, she was in her first year of university while Jay had nearly finished highschool. It was a hot summer’s day with classes on break.

Talia had wavy honey brown hair, today she had messy bed hair, partly pulled into a ponytail with strands just in front of her ears. She had mischievous green eyes, accentuated by some dark lashes. Her frame was slender and her breasts had blossomed into some perky B cups by the time Jay entered teenagehood.

She was wearing a purple shirt that exposed some midriff at the front, showing some slight cleavage and peach fuzz that reached from below her waistline to her ribs. In the midday light, the short hairs shone like gold. She wore a pair of white cotton shorts, showing off her long bare legs, and some fuzzy purple socks. Jay occasionally stole glances at her ass from behind, her cleavage, her legs and especially her feet when she wasn’t looking. He felt ashamed about it, but, on days like these with no other distractions, who could blame him?

Jay, on the other hand, had inherited his mother’s blonde hair that covered half his ears. He was wearing a white t-shirt and some red shorts.

Talia Pulled her socks off her feet, “Damn it is hot in here.” She said and put her feet up on the couch and laid down with her head on a pillow as she checked her phone.

Jay glanced down and admired her feet, they were pale, but with a dark pink colouration around the soles, pads and bottoms of her round toes. They were so soft looking, no wrinkles at all, with nice high arches. Right now they were covered in a sheen of sweat from being trapped in her socks for so long. Her toenails still had a faded turquoise blue polish. And she was wearing a silver toe ring around the fourth toe of her right foot. 

“Are you going to stare at my feet all day?” She asked accusingly. Jay looked up at her face. She had put her phone away and had a smirk on her face.

Jay felt his stomach jump. Time seemed to slow down as he came up with a plan to save his dignity. “No, I was planning on doing this!” He said, darting his hands towards her.

Jay tickled her feet. If there was one thing they had in common, it was how incredibly ticklish they both were. Talia instantly started laughing and squirming around. Jay scooted closer to her and skirted his fingertips across her belly and sides. Uncontrollable giggling and laughter escaped her mouth. After several seconds, Jay relinquished control as she pushed him away and tried to tickle him back.

‘I wonder if she bought that’, thought Jay.

“You should watch it with my feet so close to your lap.” She said, eyes at his crotch with a wry smile.

“Yeah right.” he says, trying to brush it off. 

“I’m being serious, one little misstep and you and your balls will <i>probably</i> regret it.”

“You wouldn’t.” He retorted.

“Yeah I would, seems like the perfect way to stop you tickling me.” She teased. “Ohhh my poor balls!” she moaned, imitating testicular pain while holding her lower abdomen, close to her crotch. “Too bad for me though, you guys are always protecting yourselves.”

“Hmm I still think you wouldn’t.”

“Yeah? You don’t remember? I threatened to once and that sorted you right out.”

“Nope, and I don’t think that ever happened.” He retorted, his pride and pride as a man on the line.

“What about Kristine?” Talia asked. Kristine was Jay’s younger sister and Talia’s step-sister.

Jay replied, “Kristy and I would never fight like that.”

Talia perked up, suddenly interested in the conversation. “No girls racked up any balls at your school? Or threatened you?”

“No, I don’t think they did that to anyone, and quite the opposite in fact.”

“Huhhh?” Talia said, making her sound that indicated to him she wanted to hear more.

Jay recounted to his sister the time he wore tight blue speedos to swimming class at school. The athletes on the team all wore the same, but he was still made fun of by a few guys that wore loose swimming trunks. It was at a time when he had just come out of a breaststroke race and sat down on the row of steps. His friends were not there at the time and he only had a few classmates for company. Then some idiot dared the girl beside him to punch him in the balls.

“Punch him in the balls!” The guy blurted out behind him.

The girl quickly said no, looking away embarrassed. Jay left out the part where he kept his legs open in defiance the whole time, and realized afterwards that he felt more disappointed than relieved that she didn’t do it.

“Haha! Really?” exclaimed Talia, “she should have called me over, I would have done it.”

Now Jay was imagining in his memory Talia walking over to him in her swimsuit, and kneeling on one knee in front of him and slapping his speedo pouch. or better yet, simply kicking him, creating a wet smack for all to hear. Now he imagined himself curling up in sweet agony at her feet as she and her friends laughed at him.

“No time like the present, eh?” Talia teased looking across from him on the couch. Jokingly balling her fist and lifting her leg.

Jay grabbed her feet and arm and pushed them away to her side. 

Satisfied and now done with teasing him, Talia went back to checking instagram. Knees bent, her pretty feet out of his reach.

Jay let out a sigh of relief in his head. What an embarrassing subject to talk about. Maybe now he could calm down, forget about what happened by watching television, which had finally finished its commercials.

Jay was watching a movie called Chuno, a Korean film that appeared while he was channel surfing. it was uncommon for the two siblings to watch something together; but Talia was bored.

A scene came up where the main character, a warrior with a sword, approaches an unarmed woman wearing a traditional red dress. The scene was taking place on a rooftop. The man puts his sword away, unthreatened by the woman, only for the woman to bring out a knee-high boot from under her dress into the crotch of his pants. The man groans and yelps, only to fall off the roof and roll around in agony on the floor.

Talia sniggered at the scene. “What a coincidence eh, what's wrong? Having sympathy pains?”

Jay’s emotions came flooding back to him.

“No, thats just a dumb 90’s thing that everyone thought was funny for a time, I bet it’s not even that bad.”

“Care to find out then?” Talia asked incredulously.

Jay spoke without thinking, “go for it.”

She moved her left foot menacingly over his lap. “You know, this is called an axel kick.” The back of her heel thumped into his dick. Causing Jay to jolt a little. “How does that feel?” She asked, a disappointed look on her face.

“Uh, I dunno.” He said dumbly.

“Oh too bad I missed them, and hit something else,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “Well, maybe next time,” she said as she clasped her hands together.

“What, what next time?”

“Oh yeah, the next time you piss me off, Crunch!” She exclaimed.

“It wouldn’t make that sound,” he retorted

“Alright, alright, probably not a crunch,” she countered, shaking her head and smirking.

“I don’t want you doing that when I least expect it, can’t you do it now?” He heard himself say, thinking Talia wouldn’t go with it.

“Okay then, face me on the couch and put your legs at my sides.” Jay did as she asked. Talia lined her bare foot up, aiming it so the sole of her foot would slam into his testicles.

“Don’t you dare wimp out on me” she said, and grabbed his wrists firmly. “Ready?” She asked him with a gleam in her eye.

The anticipation was too much for Jay, Talia seemed to be enjoying this, ‘would she do it as hard as she could? Will her toes mash into the rest of my manhood?’ her leg looked to be tensed up quite a bit.

“Pancakes are ready!” Their mother Irin called out from the kitchen, and poked her head around the corner. The timing couldn’t have been worse. Or couldn’t have been better which way you look at it. Talia quickly moved her feet away to the floor to get up, trying her best poker face. Irin caught the movement, and saw Jay on his back facing her. Irin made a quizzical frown on her face, but ignored it.

“This isn’t over you know,” Talia whispered back at him.

* * *

The two walked around the dividing wall to find themselves in the kitchen. Irin, having returned to the kitchen, was putting things away.

Irin had almost nordic features, blonde hair and a strong face. If you didn’t know better you’d think she would sound somewhat Swedish, which she didn’t. She was fairly wide in the hips and butt, but not overweight. She has aged well and looked attractive, being in her late 40s. “Something on your mind Jay?” She asked.

“There was this scene in a movie, mum. And we were discussing how, a kick, you know, down there, would not be the end of the world.” Jay answered.

“Oh, so that’s what you two were up to,” she said quietly. “Playing footsies…” she said even quieter. Talia tried glaring at him, but would not attract his attention. Then an idea came to her as Jay went up to the table and reached out to put pancakes on his plate. “You know that really hurts a man right? I can’t believe you were actually wondering about that.” Irin said, stifling a laugh.

Talia leapt behind Jay, grabbing his arms below his armpits from behind in a variation of the nelson maneuver. “I know of an easy way to find out right now,” she teased, pressing herself against his back. “The kitchen table is about your height to your groin, ready for some egg sandwidges!” She said, while she was trying to push his crotch into the corner of the kitchen countertop.

“No!” Jay exclaimed with a nervous laugh, “Tals, get off me!” He tried not to let himself get near the corner of the table. There was some playful struggle until Jay managed to push back against her.

“Don’t actually do that Talia, that’s mean.” Irin warned in a lighthearted way. She was more concerned that they would knock something over, or that they would really hurt themselves.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” She smirked, letting go of him. Even after more than several years, she still refrains from calling Irin ‘mum’ in front of her. Despite how much Talia accepts and appreciates her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Irin inquired to Talia.

“Oh, right,” she said, putting some maple syrup on the pancakes and grabbing a fork.

“And…?” Irin inquired.

Talia sighed slightly, and was about to make a sarcastic apology to Jay. That was until she saw his amused smile. “And my baby brother has prevented the ‘end of the world’. He’s proven that no woman could ever take down the hero with a single strike,” She said. “Or maybe he’s more like the proud Achiles...” she reached out to poke him in the belly, but he turned so that she poked his side. “...Protecting his heel!”

“Well okay then,” Irin said, pursing her lips together in a half smile.

Talia took her plate of pancakes and left. Her bare feet making a slapping sound on the kitchen floor. Jay put some syrup and some icecream on his pancakes. He took his plate and was about to go back to the living room.

“Jay…” Irin called to him.

“Yes?” he said, as he spun around.

“I don’t want you to encourage her to do things like that. I’ve seen the way she acts around you sometimes,” She said, before continuing. “Once you overtook her in height, it’s as if she feels the need to reassert herself, you know, as the eldest amongst you three. You know she could send you to the hospital if she wanted to, by going for your testicles.”

“Really?” He asked, trying to act bemused.

“Yes really.”

“Tals was just playing around,” he said. “And she’s not that strong. Doesn’t she just stretch and do cardio?”

Irin asked instead, “What was the scene anyway that brought all this up anyway?”

“Uh, well, it was nothing really. The guy in the movie didn’t think much of a defenseless girl. But then she kicked him, not even aiming right in his baggy pants. But then he fell off a roof and rolled around in pain.”

“Well, there’s your answer.” Irin said. Jay had a look of embarrassment, but Irin must've mistaken his reaction for being unconvinced. “If you're really that curious and need to learn the hard way, I could show you how it feels. I won’t be as brutal as some girls out there can be, I can tell you that.”

Thinking, hoping the television was loud enough to drown out their conversation. “You’d do that?” He asked, feeling his mouth go slightly dry.

She blinked a few times. “It might be a bit of fun! And It would be nice to know I can still take down a man at my age,” she explained.

“Ah, sure mum. Go ahead,” He said.

“Pull your shorts up a little, it will help with my aim,” she suggested.

He looked down at her feet in her flip-flops as he did as she suggested. Irin put all her weight on one leg, and put the other leg back behind her, as if she were about to score a near post goal.

“Hang on, my poor legs aren’t quite up to kicking that high today. How about a knee instead?” He had no time to react as she stepped towards him. She held onto Jay’s shoulders and swung her knee between his legs.

On instinct, Jay moved his hips back, only to feel a soft, unfeelable impact to his baby-makers. “Ohhh” forming her lips into a perfect ‘o’ shape. “You moved back!” She said with a grin on her face. “stay still this time.” she said, pressing down on his shoulders lightly, as if to keep him in place.

Suddenly, he became incredibly embarrassed about how intimate this was. “Hang on, hang on, you’re right.” He said, stepping backwards.

Irin asked him “Afraid of your old Ma?” With a clearly disappointed look on her face. “See I told you that’s something you don’t want, who on earth would get a kick out of that anyway.”

“No, I mean, it looked like you were going to do it harder than you said you would,” he said.

“No I wasn’t, don’t you trust me?” She asked him.

“Not really,” he joked. He went to pick up his pancakes.

“I could so do it gently to you,” she quipped, pinching Jay's butt for his cheekiness. “Okay,” she said in a more grown up tone. “I’m going to be taking a few calls in the home office. So don’t make too much noise.”

Jay went to the small dining room that connected the kitchen from the living room. In the corner sat their two budgies, in a sizable square cage. Their names were Rollo and Mickey.

“You two don’t need to worry about sisters trying to humiliate you about your hangers do you? We’re not even sure what gender you two could be eh.” He said to Mickey, opening the cage door.

‘Don’t encourage her to do things like that, Mum said,’ He thought to himself. ‘I guess I didn’t try that hard to get out of her grasp when she held my arms from behind,’ he thought while stroking Mickey’s head with his finger. They were content staying in their cage today. These two birds weren’t very energized today.

* * *

Talia picked up one of her socks and slapped them across the couch at Jay. “What the fuck was with that about?” she complained with an annoyed pout.

“Don’t let Mum catch you swearing,” he jibed.

A cute looking frown formed on her face. She started flicking her sock directly into his face. “Hey!” he said, getting hit on the nose. He became somewhat irritated, they weren’t fresh socks either, but he was still smiling. She wacked the socks at him until he shielded himself with his hands.

“Must you tell the whole world everything that I do?” She asked.

“No, why?” He asked.

“I’m just curious,” she replied. She rolled her eyes, “hey, It's your fault for saying things like that. You’re lucky Mum was on your side,  From what I heard of your conversation, she thinks that’s funny too, something about fun she said?”

“No, she just told me not to let you… you know...”

Talia raised her eyebrows in amusement. “What? Ruin you? Shatter your dreams of Father’s Day?”

Jay sighed and got up to put their plates away in the kitchen.

“I still feel like I should do it,” she remarked, causing him to turn around.

“Uh… Tals… sure thing,” he said. 

“So you’re not going to pussy out again?“ She asked teasingly.

“You said you were going to do it with or without my permission. So why not?” He said, putting the plates back down.

“Haha, I did say that didn’t I?” She leaps off the couch in glee. “Okay, so I’m going to kick you this time, so get ready, I still think I can make you fall.”

“Wha…?”

“Stand right… here.” She said, pushing him into position in the middle of the room by his shoulders. “And spread your legs a ‘lil, I want the best shot.”

Jay developed a cold sweat as he did so, despite the heat. Feeling exposed with his legs spread in front of his sister.

Talia took a step backward, and then stepped forward, concentrating on his groin. Extending her bare leg and gracefully swinging her foot between his legs with some force. Swiftly catching both nuts with her instep and toes; imagining having a game of hacky sack in his shorts. Jay’s face had a look of shock as he let out a soft whimper and fell.

Talia Immediately started laughing her ass off as soon as he went to the ground. While doing a little hop-step to regain balance. “Nice! That felt like it was right on target.” She said between giggles, prancing about. Unaware of just how much agony he was in. “How do you like my feet now?”

To Jay, this felt like every bad feeling all at the same time. He Knew it would hurt, sure, it was a sensitive area. But her simple kick gave him no choice but to crumple to the ground, in the fetal position in agony. It felt like he was sick. It felt like the world was spinning, completely weak, as if worn out from jogging. And not to mention personally humiliated, devastated beyond belief with Talia’s laughter in his ears.

She kicked his bottom lightly, eliciting a gasp of shock that she had done so. He rolled on his back, moaning. “What have you done?” He whined. He cupped his sore genitals.

Talia loomed over him and sat on his chest facing him, her knees and legs keeping his arms against the floor, which were too busy clutching at his crotch. Talia’s hands darted toward his face. She covered his lips to keep him quiet, to stop his anguished noises. “Shhh! Mum will hear, be quieter,” She whispered in a more serious tone, but still loving every moment of it. “Do you want us to get busted?”

He gave her a dirty look, feeling helpless with all his strength seemingly gone. He licked her hand in defiance. Her eyes widened. “Eww, grow up a little, will you,” she complained, and wiped her hand on Jay’s shirt.

Jay gave her a cheeky smile through the pain.

“Will you do the same thing to my foot?” She asked with a shit eating grin. “You know it’s been on the floor!” And covered his mouth with her foot; forcing him to breathe in the musky, salty smell of her foot. He groaned into her foot, trying to shake it off, but she only pressed harder.

She sniggered at his reaction. After several seconds he just laid there, staring at Talia in silence.

“Are you going to make all that noise again?” She asked him gaily.

“Mmn Nmm” He murmured negatively.

Finally, she took her foot off his face.

“Get off me, it hurts so bad,” he pleaded, still feeling helpless.

She ignored his request. “Your nuts are probably fine, that wasn’t even my hardest kick, you baby,” she mocked. “Does it still hurt?” She asked curiously.

“It does, you have no idea,” he admitted.

“Awww” she said, making a face that could have been sympathy. “I know of ways to make you feel better though.”

On saying that, she tickled him. Tickled his under his arms, sides, armpits, nipples even, anywhere she knew he was ticklish.

“No!... hahahaha… no no stop stop AH!” He laughed, uncontrollably. She was relentless with a grin so wide her face began to hurt, as he squirmed around. Desperate to slide from her grasp. Eventually he managed to push her off himself when he got to his pelvis, and limped off to the bathroom.

Feeling giddy, Talia rolled over and reached for her phone and stopped the video recording. Astonished that he hadn’t noticed her phone placed on the low shelf; she had placed it there and set it on record while he was talking with Irin. “Yes!” She whispered to herself checking if the video was there, she had recorded his whole ordeal. She smiled to herself, just content to watch it later. Maybe they would both watch it together someday. Future blackmail or not, this would make a nice memento.

(John Ch.4) Envy and Running on The Beach

 In John’s hometown there was a tradition to go to the beach on one of their summer festivals. It was a hot day, and he wished to swim at some point, but John had grown out of his board shorts as he had not gone to the beach in many years. All he had was his school issued speedos that all boys at his school had to wear when on the swim team. He remembered this one time some bored students played whack-a-mole where they would smack a guy in the balls. Or when the girls used to tease the boys at how little to the imagination there was, or if any of them were getting an erection. He shuddered at the thought of walking through crowded pathways at the beach like that.

“I guess you’ll just have to wear your speedos from school.” His mother said.

“Don’t worry about it, John,” His sister said reassuringly but smugly. “No stranger is going to punish you out of the blue if they see you like this. And If we meet some of my friends, they'll still be worn out from two days ago when we practised on you.”

Once they got to the beach, they did the usual things you do. “I’m going off on my own for a bit.” John said, bored out of his mind, checking out the arts and crafts stalls, heading onto the sand. He passed by some volleyball, sand sculptures, until the crowds thinned and he came across a group of five discussing something.

A gorgeous girl in a blue bikini approached John from the group. She looked to be about his age. She had blonde hair tied in a ponytail behind her with an elastic, light freckles on her nose and cheeks, blue eyes and an incredible body, and she looked like she had recently gone swimming in the sea. John recognised her from a few events he had gone to, but hadn't seen her in a few years.

“Hey, I know you! John, wasn't it?” She asked, “Mine’s Jane.”

“Uh hi, what's up.”

“Well, my cousin and his friend were looking for a guy to be part of some dumb competition, do you want to join us?”

“Uh sure, what's the competition?”

“It’s just a race.” She said, hiding a smirk.

She then introduced him to her family, her male cousin, his friend, her female cousin and then her mother.

"Hi, welcome John, are you going to join in?" She asked.

"Ye-yes maam," He replied. He couldn't help but stutter. He was amazed by how adorable the girl’s mother was. She had the same features as her daughter, but more pear shaped and was wearing a sarong.

"Aw sweetheart, you're quite brave" she said to him, "Come up the line." He followed her to a line in the sand where the two boys were standing, getting ready to run to the finish line. The girls were gathered around behind them. John thought this was kind of strange, but he wanted to be a part of the group; so it didn't phase him.

“Ready,” he heard the mother say, “kick!, Go!”

When he heard her say kick, he felt Jane’s right foot thud right between his legs from behind.

WHACK! His eyes popped right open, and his jaw dropped. Jane had kicked him right in the nuts. He began falling forward, but managed to comically half run, half hop to the finish line,

His face turned red as he ran out of breath at the finish line. Some tears came to his eyes and he went down in the fetal position with his eyes closed. He began to hear laughter from everyone else. Every one of them was laughing, not a single one showing sympathy. This went on for about four minutes. John reopened his eyes and was staring at the girl's feet that just kicked him. looked up to see Jane looking down at him with a sheepish smile a foot away from him. He looked up to the right to see her mother laughing away at his pain as well. And her cousin also laughing with a hand down his shorts, nursing his nads. He could finally feel okay enough to sit back up. He could feel the pain in his stomach at this time.

“Sorry my dude, my cousin bragged that he could probably beat his friend in a race, even after being kicked in the balls. we just needed a control sample for our experiment. I hope your outfit didn’t put you at a disadvantage.”

"My balls," he stated in a higher pitched voice than normal that caused a burst of laughter once again.

Her mom did finally help him up after that and lead him to where they were set up. A few beach towels and an umbrella. She sat him down on a beach towel while she opened an icebox.

"You okay, John?" she asked with a silly smile on her face. You could tell she felt a little bad for him, yet thought it was totally hilarious. She handed him the cold drink, and he placed it against his balls.

"What's wrong?" She then had the nerve to ask. He looked up at her, confused.

"I got kicked in the nuts," he answered as she resorted back to laughter.

"I know, Jane didn’t tell you what would happen?"

"No," he replied, "This hurts and is humiliating." He felt a little upset with Jane now.

"I know," she said, "A kick in the nuts is funny for everyone except the guy that gets it. Which in this case, happened to be you!" She just had to keep rubbing it in even more. It was as if she was proud of what her daughter had done.

"Would you feel better if I helped you get Mike back?" she asked.

“Mike?”

“My nephew, it was his idea you know, he bragged he'd been hit there so many times he could ignore it and still win a race, which he did.”

"I guess it would make me feel a little better,” John said, “But I would rather get Jane back.”

“Oh yes.” She giggled. “I guess that would make sense, I think you’ll be very disappointed by the reaction though, for obvious reasons! Are you sure about it?”

John said yes, and she walked back to the rest of the family while he sat there with the ice pack for about 2 minutes. She came walking back in and looked over at him.

"Jane agreed to let you kick her in return."

"Really?"

"Yeah come on."

***

He followed her back towards the others, John couldn’t tell if Jane was blushing or mildly sunburnt as she looked down at ground. She patted his shoulder and then stood behind him as he got closer to Jane.

"Listen dude, I'm sorry about what I did," She said, "I'm gonna spread my legs and you kick me as hard as I kicked you and we'll call it even okay man?"

"Okay," He agreed, though he planned to kick her a little harder. She spread her legs for him. He got into his kicking stance and was about to lift his right leg when WHACK! Right from behind her mother kicked him in the nuts what felt like as near as hard as she could. His heels left the ground before completely dropping into the fetal position. Everyone laughed at his misfortune even harder this time. And he heard them giving her mother a high five.

"You're so stupid!" Mike told him while laughing, "You weren’t expecting that? even if you were doing it to me?"

John pulled his head up from the sand, looking up, Just then he saw Mike sneak up behind Jane and boot his foot right up into her crotch.

“Hey!” She exclaimed behind her, seemingly unaffected by the kick with a stupid grin. Her cousin then bolted off, running and giggling with Jane’s mother playfully chasing after him.

“Oh, your poor balls, ooh!” Jane mocked as bent over and wiggled her hips with her hands on her inner thighs, pretending to be in pain. And further mocking him unintentionally; as he looked up at her bikini bottoms to the deep and obvious crease of her vagina, the camel toe evidentially created by her cousin's kick to her crotch area. At that moment he was very envious of her lack of pain, and balls as he stared at her. He tried to get his breath back, but still felt awful, even with the distraction of Jane.

“John, are you alright?” she then asked, with sudden worry. “That looked like a fairly hard kick, harder than when Mike refused to clean his room.” She had a look of worry on her face. “Do you need to check on them? It’s probably fine, but I’d hate to see you in any real medical trouble,”

Without thinking, John lifted the waistband of his speedos to check on himself.

“Hmmm not bad, not too bad.” She said as she looked over him from the side, right down his open drawers. John turned bright red. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” she said, grinning ear to ear. “Will a look from me make up for it?” She looked about the near empty beach and then lifted one side of her bikini, exposing a breast for a few seconds.

John recovered enough to walk, and Jane’s mom bought him icecream to say sorry. John ate it with them in silence and had a game of catch afterwards. When he told them he had to catch up with his family, Jane elbowed him in the ribs playfully and said "Hope to do this again next year!"

“Where have you been all this time?” John’s mom asked him when he got back. “I bought you some boardshorts by the way. But you’ve been fine without them haven’t you?”

Neighborhood Girl

My name is Mack. And I had a neighbor that loved busting my balls.

Her name was Sara, and she was a year younger than me, I can’t help but smile as I think back on those teenage days. It was when we were 16, I wouldn’t have called her mean, but I definitely would say she had a sadistic streak to her. She was of the goth/punk variety, liked to play rough sometimes, and really had no boundaries when it came to humiliating her peers. It was at this time when we were hanging out at a small neighborhood park that she asked me something.

“I heard this thing about kicking a guy in the balls, I’ve never done it before, and I want to try it to see what it's like.” She said to me. “Spread your legs apart and put your hands on your head.”

I already knew what was coming, but followed her orders anyway. She was smaller than me so I told myself it wouldn’t be that bad. And I considered her a friend.

She really set her foot back and sent it flying into my crotch. I dropped to the ground and had trouble breathing while she stood over me.

“That was fun.” She said with a bemused look with her hands on her sides.

After that first time, she kicked me at least 3 times a week. Saying things like she wanted to perfect her technique, eventually it became almost routine.

She used every shoe she owned and barefoot. When she came home from shopping with new shoes, school shoes, dress shoes, sneakers, she always tried them out by kicking my balls.

The first time was more of a game. Like, look how easy it is to put me out of action. Over time, I found it hot how she seemed to care more about stubbing her toe than seeing me walk funny for the rest of the day. Talking about my nuts like they were her personal toys. And she would do it softer or harder, depending on her level of frustration that day. The anticipation, the exhilaration of it all, really became pleasurable to me.

And she never really asked for permission to do it, she just told me to “spread ‘em”, “Get ready!” or “Time for a game of kickball!” I know I could have said “No” at some point, but I subconsciously rationalised that she might hold me down and do it anyway. Besides, I distinctly remember how it made her cheer up. Eventually the thought of not letting her do it did not cross my mind.

When I left for college and she went to a different one, that all stopped. I haven’t seen her in two years now.

***

I've been back home from college for a day now. I have just driven back after completing an errand and parked at the curb of the road. That was when I noticed her walking up to me.

It was Sara. Round face, Pale skin, shoulder length black hair with a straight fringe. Some sort of black halter top that she wore over a white shirt, shorts and black leggings. Black eyeliner on dark eyes. Definitely going for the goth look.

When she got closer, I noticed a piercing on her left eyebrow.

“Hey Mack, haven’t seen you in years!”

“Same. What’s new with you?”

“Ahh, well, back from college…”

We then exchanged small talk, about our studies and other such things.

“Hey, Remember this?” She said, kicking her leg out near his pelvis.

I quickly moved out of the way. “Jesus, Sara, I didn’t think we’d be doing that stuff so soon or ever again.”

“You’re just out of practice.” She retorted with a grin.

“So, kicked any balls while I was away?” I asked.

“Nope, whenever I asked anyone if I could do some ball kicking, well, they were always shocked and said no. Not like you though, you’re cool like that.”

“What about you though?”

I replied, “Nope, never met anyone who wanted to bust my balls as much as you.”

“Yeah, well,” she said coyly. Then she looked at me excitedly, “hey, I have a lot of new shoes to try out on you, let’s go to my place.”

We began walking to her place, it was about 5 blocks away.

She spoke up. “I always wondered why you let me do this stuff on you, some guys claim it’s the worst feeling they’ve ever had.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, then she said, “I told one of my friends about kicking you in the nuts. She thought it was cool how you let me do it a few times, but then she was shocked that I tried out all my shoes for years and you never stopped me. And then she suggested you came to like getting kicked in the balls?”

“Liked it?” I informally inquired.

“Like, a sex thing, haha I know right?”

I tried to ignore that and wondered if some color had gone to my cheeks.

“Well?“ She punched my arm lightly for a response.

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked quietly.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,” she remarked. I started to feel really uncomfortable. “It’s okay, you can be honest with me, I won’t tell a soul. We’re friends right?”

“Right.”

“This is perfect, it just so happens I love the idea of kicking guys in their nuts.” Sara seemed to ponder on something. “I think it's kinda cute. Its kind of like how some girls have rape fantasies

“What?! No.”

“You don’t agree?”

“There’s not much similarity.”

“It’s exactly like it, I have all the control, I dominate you, and instead of risking pregnancy you risk losing quite the opposite.”

“Okay, okay I get the picture.”

“I could even tie you up if you like.”

“Thanks for offering, but no thank you!” I said, letting off a nervous laugh. We got to her house and I hesitated when we got to the stairs that led up to her front door.

“You’re not thinking of running away are you?” She asked as she walked up.

***

I guess the look on my face suggested I might run away.

We went through the hallway and entered her bedroom. She cleared some space and played something on her CD player. This felt a little forward, but then I noticed the rack of shoes.

“Okay stand there,” she said, taking a practice swing with the Reeboks she was wearing. Suddenly I felt her foot connect between my legs, not too hard though.

“Oof.”

Sara smiled the way she does. “Let’s start off with your old favorite, my boots,” she said, changing her shoes. These were some almost thigh high leathery grey boots. I bent over a little in pain as she tried them out.

She sighed a little. “Do you want to take your jeans off? You’ll feel it better and you want it to be as painful as possible right? I think that would feel better for both of us.”

“Haha, okay.” I said, taking them off. Thankfully I didn’t have a full erection, partly thanks to the pain.”

“Okay, next up… How do you like these new heels?” They were some basic looking pumps with an ankle strap, with a rounded but still pointed tip. black of course.

“They look nice.” I said.

“Thank you.” she said, before kicking me. This time I fell to the floor. I really started to ache this time, and felt that familiar cold, throbbing sensation as I looked up at her.

“How about I just stay on my knees?”

“Okay, but stand up for a second I want to try something out.”

Unsure of what she wanted, I got up, only for her to grab my shoulders and power her knee into my crotch.

“That was too easy, I can’t believe I never tried that,” she said laughing. “Okay, now you can stay on your knees.”

“You know I’m going to kick your nuts at least once a day until you leave again, I wonder if I’ll turn them into paste by then.”

“What no!” I exclaimed with a pained smile.

“What? I thought guys like you loved that sort of talk.”

“Well, sure, I guess it might be turning me on. But please don’t kick my balls everyday for real though.”

“How about you take your boxers off,” She said, surprising me.

“Are you sure?”

“C’mon I know you want to, it’ll… it’ll feel all squishy and stuff.”

“Tsk, yes mistress.”

“Just Sara is enough,” she laughs, “Okay, what’s next? Sandals?”

“Ummm okay, but this is the last one though.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, looking disappointed but still sympathetic. “Then we’ll save them for next time, ‘cause, I want to do it barefoot.”

…

Smack! The sound of her bare foot slamming into my exposed testicles.

“Ahhhh!”

After about 90 seconds of recovery, she wanted to keep going. “Okay, lets try something different,” she said, putting a finger against her lips in thought. “Lay down.”

“What? Lie on the floor?”

“Yeah, just lay down,” she blurted.

I gave a concerned look.

“Oh come on, just do it. I want to walk on them, I want to trample them too.”

I nervously and excitedly laughed, “alright,” I said, lying down.

“Thank you!” She squealed in delight.

“Let’s first start with something less squishy,” she chirped, “like your chest, then I’ll move myself down.”

“Move yourself against my bookshelf so I don’t lose my balance.”

She held onto a bookshelf to steady herself. I felt her shuffle down about five steps over my stomach and lower abdomen until she got to my groin, her face locked in a cheeky grin. Then the pain started.

“How does thaaaat feel?” She playfully taunted, stepping her feet into my poor aching eggs.

I reared my head back, grimacing and groaning as she played with her feet, taking little steps with both feet.

“Sara?!” A voice came from the hallway.

“Shit, dad’s home. Quickly hide.” She said, carefully stepping off and pulling me to my feet.

I got under the, thankfully thick, bed covers a few seconds before her father entered the room.

“Did you need something?” Sara asked.

“Nothing, I just heard something and wanted to know if you were home.” Her father replied before leaving.

Suddenly I felt her fist find its mark through the covers, right into my sore balls. I involuntarily groaned.

“Shhh!” She says while smiling.

“Did I hear something?” He said from the hallway.

“It might of been the music Dad.” She shouted. She whispered, “quickly, pull your pants up and get outta here.”

Quickly dressing myself, I escaped out the window.

The new game of I Spy

 Ayla sighed, bored. Her phone had run out of power, and they were driving towards her house to pickup their mother. Her three cousins had come quite a distance to spend a few days with them. Ayla had short, dark brown hair and wore red framed glasses. Dylan, Brandon and Ayla, the three youngest, were in the back seat, pressed shoulder to shoulder. Ayla was Brandon and Dylan’s cousin. Her sister, Courtney was in the passenger seat. And Dylan’s and Brandon’s much older sister, Kate, was driving. “I’m bored.” she said.

“Hey look over there, an abandoned windmill.” Dylan stated.

Ayla twisted her body to the right to see what her cousin was pointing at.

“Watch it!” Dylan exclaimed in alarm.

Dylan was wearing some baggy pants, and, she realised with a grin that she had accidentally pressed his testicles into the seat with the heel of her palm as she was leaning over. “What? Oh right, your balls.”

Dylan looked away in embarrassment with a slight grimace. “You just had to say it didn’t you?”

“Say what, Balls!?”

Dylan gave her a dirty look, determined to get back at her in some way. Dylan tried to play wrestle with Ayla, both had experience in martial arts and he was about to get her in a wristlock. “Stop it.” she said with a smile and made a motion towards his balls, he moved. Both shifted his position on the seat, closed his legs and shielded himself. This caused her to snigger at his reaction, as well as her older sister, Courtney, who had been watching in the passenger seat rear mirror.

“How about we play a game, like I spy.” Courtney suggested.

“Okay!” Brandon piped up.

Ayla looked at her sister through the mirror and shared a glance with her. “Yeah, but the rules are, if you say a wrong answer, I get to hit each of you in the balls.” She said to the two boys.

“What!? Why would we agree to that.” Dylan said, shaking his head.

“I bet you don’t have the balls to agree to it.” Courtney teased.

“I’m up for it,” Brandon said with a stupid grin, “I think Dylan’s just scared of her.”

Dylan gave in. “No… Okay fine, whatever.”

Ayla had to stop herself from getting excited, first getting the better of Dylan and now getting both her cousin’s to agree to a game like this? “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with B.”

“Bird?” Asked Brandon.

“Nope”, she said, punching Bradon in his balls, he let out the classic “OOhw” sound, leaned forward with his hands at his crotch, still with a stupid smile waiting to see Dylan get his turn.

“Is it Brake?” Dylan asked.

“Nah,” she said, taking a lightning fast jab at him before he could even think about blocking it.

“Bottle?” Asked Courtney.

“Hey that's not fair, she’s not part of this.” Dylan complained.

“Yeah she is, she just didn’t agree to our rule, it will be a bit difficult to reach over and hit Courtney in the balls anyway.”

“Box?” Asked Dylan.

“Nooo-wo”, this time Ayla reached down and grabbed his balls.

“Ayla, what the hell?” Dylan said, trying to pry her hand off while squirming around in alarm.

“What?” She said calmly, as if it wasn’t a problem, “I was getting tired of punches.”

“Uh, Balls?” Brandon said jokingly.

“No, ew,” She said, switching her grip to Brandon. Her grip caused him to sit perfectly still with a gasp and wide eyes, Ayla found it amusing how every guy seemed to have a different reaction.

“You would have thought Dylan’s balls would be bigger huh?” She teased, looking at Dylan.

“Button.” Courtney said, referring to a button on the radio or something similar.

“Yeah! You’re turn Courtney.”

“Okay, but if they get a wrong answer can you whack them in the nuts on my behalf for me?”

“Sure can!”

Dylan shielded his aching nads with both hands, “I’m not playing anymore.” He said.

Ayla was about to push his hands away when Kate suddenly burst into laughter. She had heard the whole thing while concentrating on driving. “That had to be the dumbest game of I Spy ever, Dylan, I can’t believe you agreed to that. Ayla, no more, we’re almost there, And I might want to have nephews someday.”

“I wasn’t doing it that hard,” Ayla replied.

“That’s good to know, but, I don’t want auntie to see my two dummy numbnuts brothers crawling around on the ground when we get there.”

Sister's Funniest Home Videos Part.3 (Final)

Jasmine, Damian’s fairly casual girlfriend with her dirty blonde hair, dark eyes and a strong chin, was walking up to Damian’s house. She was dressed in a white and grey dress, ready for a special event.

“Can you tell Damian to hurry up Sophie? The hot water bill doesn’t pay itself.” She heard Damian’s mother Latisha say, her voice coming out of a window that was open ajar.

Jasmine knocked on the door, and was greeted by Latisha, who welcomed her in.

“So does he know?” She asked her.

Latisha gave a knowing smile, “I don’t think so, I just told him we got tickets to see a game show, that’s all...” She said, preparing to leave.

She bent down to pat Henry, their dog, who greeted her with a wagging tail, she bent down to pat the Labrador.

She smiled as she remembered the first time she had come over to their home a week ago, and a week before the incident, which, by the way, wasn’t a big deal since they were already neighbors.

She remembered how his sister, Sophie, teased Damian about how Henry had forgotten about his balls after just a couple of days of his operation, causing Damian to become embarrassed and look away. Probably some in-joke she mused. But that was until an over-excited Henry smelled her all over and then pressed his nose up between her legs, which of course that didn’t hurt for her.

“Good thing you’re not a guy!” She remembered Sophie saying.

Then over the course of the afternoon, Sophie pretty much gave away how she hits him in the nuts as well, whether it was a playful threat to kick him in the balls again, or something subtler she couldn’t remember. But Jasmine did remember the smile and shrug he gave her when she heard this. Almost a smile of submission, especially with Latisha within earshot.

She couldn’t remember how it had come up, but his mother, Latisha had heard about how she busted his balls at school. As strange as it was, the two bonded in a small way over retelling their stories, eventually Latisha told her how he basically admitted to her, how he enjoyed getting hit in the balls. Which wasn’t too hard for Jasmine to guess anyway.

 

Damian was a fairly good athlete, and definitely someone you wouldn’t call a wimp, no one would believe he got floored by his little sister just for a laugh. During the few days after recovering from being busted at school and home he seemed to flinch a few times when he played as goalkeeper or if a football or shoe came near him, Jasmine noticed.

It was supposed to be just a prank caught on video, but she realised, exploiting and controlling such an intimate weakness and watching the reaction, only made better by the fact she would never know how it feels like, felt pretty good.

***

“Maybe if you wouldn’t take so long I wouldn’t have dragged you out by your ballsies!” Sophie said playfully, dragging out a stark naked Damian with wet hair, out by a grip around his nuts.

Jasmine stood up, breaking her flashback. “Sophie?” She said, eyes wide at the scene before her.

Sophie seemed to freeze up in shock, forgetting Jasmine might have been there. Damian used that distraction and tried to pry her hand off his sack, instead, Sophie came out of her stupor and reapplied her grip, eliciting a whimper from Damian.

“Oh no!” Jasmine said, trying and failing to hide her growing smile with a look of sympathy. “You’re balls must really hate your sister.” Jasmine teased.

“Nah” Sophie said, “look, he loves me”, She said. And formed the shape of a heart with her thumbs and forefingers around his two baby-makers.

Jasmine and Latisha burst out laughing, meanwhile Damian was already beet red in the face.

“Can you hold him at the base for me Sophie?” Sophie readjusted her grip.

“Remember this one?” Jasmine said, and lifted her dress up her leg so she could smack her knee into his bunched up balls.

“Teamwork!”

Latisha watched the scene with shock, amusement and surprising herself, curiosity. “Oh, why not?” Latisha said to herself, and strutted up to Damian. Also kneeing him in his sore nuts, causing him to groan.

Damian started to sink to his knees, partly to try and hide the beginning of an erection. Suddenly Latisha stepped in and grabbed his right testicle.

“Hang on, last time Sophie had you by the balls we took a photo of it, but I forgot to be in it! And Jasmine too!” Latisha said, “say squeeze!”

With no balls left to squeeze, Jasmine also gingerly took a hold at the base of his penis before the taking of the photo.

“Squeeze!” They all said in unison as Latisha took it, Jasmine doing the peace sign with her other hand and Sophie doing the same while sticking her tongue out. The shot was angled just above the crease of Damian’s exposed hips, but the women, dressed in nice clothing, had their arms reaching down and were clearly all squeezing his balls, and Damian was smiling quite nervously with his teeth clenched.

“Mom, this reminds me, You told me if we ever neutered Damian just like Henry, you could take one and I’d take the other. Like this! SQUICH!” pinching his left nut in her grasp and letting go. He gasped in pain.

“Ha Ha alright just like that to his other one? SQUICH!” Latisha opened and closed her hand around his right nut giving it a last squeeze before letting go. Damian stumbled back, and leant against the wall.

The women all glanced at Damian, their laughter finally dying down, and unsure if they had taken things too far.

“Are you three done yet?” he said, covering his privates with his hands.

“Yep,” Sophie said on behalf of the three. “Now hurry and change or we’ll be late.”

Damian sort of slipped away off to his room, and everyone took a few seconds to breathe.

“I can’t believe we just did that, I mean…” Jasmine said, flustered and alarmingly aroused.

“Well, it's one of the few chances we’ll get, his father, my husband will be returning soon, I think he’ll see the funny side of it, especially if we end up winning, but probably… that was fun, but a bit too much.”

“Well it was mostly his fault,” Sophie said. “he had a few seconds to keep away from my fast hands, but he sort of just let it happen.” she skipped off to her room for a moment.

“Should we tell him…?” Jasmine asked Latisha.

“I think we should wait, it might cure him of his little fetish.”

“And that didn’t?” She asked.

“Nah, I saw stuff like this all over his browser history, he’ll be fine. At some point he’ll admit he enjoys stuff like this to you, and you’ll be on busting duty.”

“I think I’m still going to check up on him.” Jasmine said. 

***

Damian was putting some good shoes on while sitting on his bed, he heard a knock at his bedroom door, followed by Jasmine saying it was her, he told her to enter.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Jasmine said, trying to be genuine. “It kinda got out of hand. Heh no pun intended.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me somehow”. He said, still feeling the after effects of the three females' knees and hands.

“Hmmm okay.” She said, leaning down to peck him on the lips.

Jasmine linked her arm into his and helped him to the car, where he did his best to recover.

***

When Damian asked what kind of game show they were going to, she just shrugged and said it was a comedy show and we were invited to come be a part of the live audience. Damian had agreed to go because he thought it would be pretty cool to be on TV. He was in for a surprise when he got there and found out what it was.

They got to the studio and took their seats in the front row just below the stage with Damian sitting between Jasmine and Latisha. Damian looked around at the set and thought it looked somewhat familiar. He turned to his mom and asked her, "Is this Funniest Home Videos?"

"Close," she said, "This is the spinoff show."

"Spinoff??" He was surprised.

"Yeah this is Funniest Home Groin Hits!"

"WHAT?" he began to ask her, but before he could finish my sentence the hostess walked out to begin the show. You could hear her black high heels clacking against the metal stage as she made her way to the front. Damian, now in a trance, followed up her nylon covered legs with his eyes to see her classy yet sexy black dress that revealed her shoulders, clavicle and a little cleavage. She had beautiful brown hair and a large grin on her attractive face. He recognised her as the hostess of the show they watched on television not too long ago.

"Welcome to The Funniest Groin Hits!" she exclaimed with a slight giggle to her tone, "I’m your host Samantha Fontaine, and we're like the original show, except we only show the videos that you actually want to see! We also do this show more fair; every video is eligible to win the 1,000 and $6,000 rewards. Everyone in the live audience has a device that allows them to vote for each video that makes you laugh. The video with the most votes at the end wins the contest."

Damian found a device attached to the arm of his seat. It had 3 settings to choose from. Not funny, funny or very funny. Damian thought to himself I guess I'll be using the not funny button for most videos up here. Latisha though, was very excited about the whole experience. She turned her eyes his way and said, "I can't wait for you to see my video! You should vote for it!"

“Now on to another note. Imagine how many more people would start hitting guys in the nuts intentionally, to send in to our show in hopes of winning. I guarantee the number has increased exponentially with this format.” She said. “Now I know most of us watching, love seeing guys getting whacked between their legs, seeing them double over, clutching themselves with the dumbest expression on their faces.” Her face got a little somberler. “But my producer has reminded you all not to go too far, and that any clips where the guy is restrained have been removed from the show.” The hostess then continued on, "So why don't we get started with our first few nutcrackers, let's go!"

It was different, and almost scary for Damian seeing the hostess in person, making her flirtatious remarks. “New balls please!” The hostess said as a tennis ball hit a man in a sensitive area.

The next clip had a woman pointing a laser pointer at a man’s crotch, a dog grazing his nuts making him fall to the ground.

As Damian waited for the third video to show up on the screen, He thought about how that was clearly intentional. Usually, the normal show tended to only show accidental ones, or if they were intentional they were very young kids that kicked their dads in the crotch and wouldn't know any better. Damian then remembered the time that Jasmine and some of her friends recorded him getting kneed in the balls, and turned to face Jasmine.

“We had thought about it, but it had to be unrestrained remember?” She said, answering his unspoken question.

The third clip then came on the screen.

It was a skateboarder getting ready to grind a rail and Damian knew exactly where this was going. However, he successfully grinded the entire rail and stuck the landing only for an off screen football to nail him right in the crotch. The camera panned out to show he landed between two guys playing catch. He fell off the skateboard and it went flying up in the air as the two guys game running up to him while pointing and laughing and asking the camera man if he got it. The hostess just shouted "GOOOOOOAALLLL!" and burst out laughing herself. 

After 3 clips were shown, the studio announced they were going to cut for commercials. It was also the first episode of the program, and so they were trying to make sure everything was working.

***

When the break ended the hostess stepped back up and asked, "Is everyone having a great time watching guys get their balls bashed? I know I am." The audience all cheered.

The next clip was alarmingly familiar, it looked just like the family kitchen at home, and then he noticed it was Sophie, in her ballet outfit and himself, in the clip.

“Hey Damian, what’s your favourite ballet play?” Sophie asked him. "The Nutcracker!"

The Made worse by the bulge of his ballsack clearly outlined in his shorts as he sank to the floor while Sophie balanced on one foot, keeping her ballet flats on his nutsack until he got all the way down on his knees.

He felt his stomach drop, and felt sympathy pains as he witnessed his own balls getting kicked. But then Damian started laughing at the absurdity of it all. And pressed very funny on the dial. His female relations looked somewhat relieved at this.

“Ohhh, ohh!” Sophie exclaimed, in the clip, holding her hands against her thighs in mock sympathy.

Sophie put one foot on his torso, and did a bodybuilder pose for the camera.

“It feels so bad, you got me good.” He heard himself say.

The rest of the night continued and Damian laughed at some of the videos, because someone getting hit in the nuts is funny and it probably always will be. Besides, the video didn’t have the greatest lighting, perhaps none of his friends will recognise him, or elsewise forget about it in relation to the other clips.

***

At the end of the show, it came down for the winners to be announced, first was the runner up.

It came to the end of the show where the hostess would announce the runner up cash reward, They played the video again. Damian had somehow forgotten about it.

It showed a young woman rummaging through her purse when she dropped some cash as she was ordering ice cream in a line. She went to pick it up, but that caused her handbag to swing back behind her into the man in line behind her. He was reaching his arms out like he was going to stop it, but was unsuccessful as it perfectly hit the man in the balls. He got wobbly knees and squatted down in agony as the woman turned and just started laughing and pointing at him, as well as the others there. "Did he order some crushed nuts on that?" the hostess commented.

The woman who sent the clip in was brought up on stage. Then the hostess asked the woman about the video, "So who are these people?"

"I don't know", She laughed, "I was just recording a video while waiting in line and it happened! I wonder what the poor guy is feeling if he’s watching this right now.”

"Well Some unfortunate guy got hit in his nuts and made you a fortunate woman," the hostess said as she handed her the small check, "Congratulations!”

“And for our winner.” The hostess continued as the woman went back to her seat. “Latisha and her daughter's ballet performance!”

Damian just sat there dumbstruck, regretting that he had ever pressed the very funny button on his own kick in the pants. He was then ushered to his feet. They came up on stage to receive their prize. The hostess regarded Damian with a sly glance.

“Now, you're not wearing your outfit right now, but could you give us a recreation?” She said to sophie.

The next thing Damian heard was his sister shouting “The nutcracker!” and her white sneaker suddenly impacted with his testicles. It wasn’t a crushing blow, but he lost his breath and his eyes watered it up as he stared off into the audience. 

All he heard was everyone's laughter as he started to drop to the ground. 

With a rush of adrenaline and desire to reclaim his dignity he suppressed the pain and stood up straight.

“Hey, you should be lying on the floor holding them, this isn’t in the script. Do you need one last kick from me?” The hostess said while raising her eyebrows with a wide grin.

“Nope, I’m alright.”

“Do you think everything’s intact down there?” The hostess asked him.

“Yeah of course I got balls of steel!.” Damian stated proudly.

The audience laughed and cheered. The hostess sort of smirked. Damian almost felt like he would ejaculate himself with fear as she tapped her high heels on the stage floor. But instead she left it at that and the family of three went back behind stage.

“Well let's find out shall w… yes?”

The producer stood next to the studio cameras, shaking his head and pointing to his watch.

***

The four were then ushered off the stage.

“And that's all we have time for folks,” Samantha the hostess said. “See you all next time!”

A stagehand, asked if he was okay. Damian simply nodded, and Sophie made a remark that she did it much softer than before for his sake and Jasmine’s. Damian would still be in pain for a while longer though. “Okay, this way.” The stagehand ushered them through a corridor.

“Thanks for going along with us hon.” his mother said and side hugged him. While Jasmine walked beside him holding his arm, in a surreal daze.

“I’m getting you all back for this.” He quietly said, half seriously in a surreal daze himself.

“Oh honey, I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy you that video game console you wanted with the prize money. And maybe a real hard protective cup.”

“Or some prosthetic balls!” Sophie said chiming in with her new catchphrase.

(Alternate Nightmare Ending): Damian woke up in a hospital bed feeling numb. “Surprise big brother, you’ve been neutered just like the dog! I kicked your nuts so hard they ruptured. I castrated you on television! The nurse let me keep your balls though, look!” And she held up a clear bag containing two orbs. “Mom said we can turn them into earrings, and you can give them to me as a birthday present. I'm gonna wear them so much. Just kidding! These are just walnut shells!”

Epilogue: 

Damian of course got checked out and sent him home to recover with some mild bruising. The next day at school was embarrassing as heck for Damian, but the boys and most of the girls treated him like a hero.

He ended up getting that ‘real hard protective cup’ from his mother and used it for a week afterwards in case any girls wanted to recreate the scenes from TV. But eventually even Sophie got over her obsession with his balls.