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.