(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.