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.
