Truth, dare or ball-ache

Truth, dare or ball-ache

By Havldavl

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

After sleeping in on this Saturday morning, I went downstairs in nothing more but my boxers to grab something to eat. Nearly a year after I had moved out from home for college, it was nice to be back for a couple of weeks and not have to take care of groceries and cooking all the time by myself. My parents had left for vacation and I was at home with my one year older step-sister Tiffany. 

When I opened the fridge, I was welcomed by the sweet scent of fresh chocolate brownies. Amazed, I opened a large plastic container and found enough brownies to get me through a very delicious and unhealthy weekend. I didn't think twice before getting a plate and squatting in front of the fridge to stack brownies on it. Sleeping for nearly 11 hours had made me hungry like a bear after hibernation.

Just when I had closed the box and began pushing myself back up, a bare foot snapped up between my widely opened legs from out of nowhere. Unable to react, I watched it smash into my groin with an obscene clapping sound of low and freely hanging testicles being kicked. With a stupid, surprised grunt, I instantly fell down and almost dove into the untouched veggie compartment head-first, while the plate shattered on the tiles. 

Quickly following the emasculating rush of intense testicular pain, the memories of the countless times that my bitch of a step-sister had defeated me this way, made me blush. After being away from home for nearly a year, all the humiliating experiences had slowly faded from my submitted mind. The moment, my tender balls screamed their disapproval with my step-sister's rough touch into my abdomen, all the suppressed emotions returned. 

"LOL, I missed this." I heard her mocking me, giggling. "Hands off my brownies, I made them for my friends." The comment made me wonder, if I was actually the only guy in the world who was regularly honored with mean surprise kicks into his weak spot by Tiffany. The casualness of her busts spoke a very different language.

From my knees, I fell onto the side and rolled into fetal position, cupping my balls with both hands while porcelain splinters dug into my rips. I nearly didn't feel them, given the relentless waves of unfair male agony that kept me pinned down. When I glanced up, I found Tiffany bending down over me with stretched legs, carefully collecting the unharmed brownies from the floor. 

She was wearing nothing more than panties and a top that was so tight and short that she may have bought it when she was 12. It visibly struggled to contain her large boobs, especially while she bent right over me. Her nice, tight butt pointed up, supported by bare, narrow and seemingly endless legs. Although it was a beautiful sight, her graceful, female body was also awfully taunting, while my muscular male body had been rendered useless with a single, swift kick.

With a brownie in between her teeth and another few in her hands, Tiffany sat on the edge of the kitchen table and smirked down on me. 

"You're such a baby. Either I got stronger a lot, or your little balls have become even weaker." I felt the heat increasing in my face and ears again, while my step-sister stood over me and continued mocking me after busting my balls. Fighting down the ache, I forced myself back onto my knees, facing my sis, and ordered my thoughts. She had mentioned her friends...

"Your friends are coming? Who? And when?" 

"Sally, Amy and Lizz. Tonight." she casually responded while chewing on a bite of brownie.

Amy... hearing her name instantly had me hooked. The girl had been a newcomer at school when I was in a long-term relationship with Tina. While I had been happy with my girlfriend, it had been the little, exotic hottie Amy who had occupied the majority my fantasies for years. Now, as I had been single for some time, meeting my secret high school crush seemed very appealing.

"What are you girls doing?" I tried my best not to sound as weepy as I had been previously while straightening my back in confidence.

"I don't know... Talk, play some games, get drunk..." Her eyes rested on mine, calmly, but with a dangerous glance. She had sensed my curiosity and was ready to turn it against me.

"Do you mind, if... if I join you?" Instantly, her mouth parted in a wide, suggestive smirk.

"Which one is it? Amy?" Tiffany laughed, very aware of my intentions. Despite her frequent cruelties exclusively targeting my sexual organs, we were actually quite close. I nodded.

"Humm... I could try to set you up. But this is gonna cost you."

"What?", I instantly blurted out, excited. I was ready to accept anything. Her mean grin made me wonder, if I had been to optimistic.

"I don't wanna hear you complain today, whenever you get your balls kicked. If I'm up for it, you will take it, and you will take it like a man."

"No way." I was clearly not ready to trade my balls for the girl of my dreams. What good would she be to me if I got my balls broken by my step-sister in the process?

"Too bad." She jumped to her feet and walked away.

"Wait... I... isn't there anything else?" Still on my knees, I became aware of how needy I sounded.

"Dude, what is your problem?" she sounded rather annoyed, but I was sure that it was an act. "It's not like I'm gonna kick you any less if you don't take the deal. I just don't wanna listen to your whining all the time." 

I tried to respond, but I was speechless. Her admission was so direct and mean - she had planned to make the best of the little time that we spent together by busting my balls a lot, and didn't even bother to tell me. When I failed to speak with my mouth open, Tiffany continued pitching her idea of the day.

"Look, you didn't even listen to my end of the deal. You can not only join us, but I will make sure that you will see Amy naked and that she will kiss you. Trust me! Anything else is up to you." Hearing her speak out the words "Amy" and "naked" in conjunction made my heart race and my imagination run wild. I had often urged my mind to paint images of the cute, petite Latina girl with long, dark curly hair and the most amazing curves that I had ever seen on a woman, without any restricting clothes. Even if it wasn't going to lead to anything, having this actual image in my memory was an amazing prospect. 

"Okay, deal!" I blurted out. As the pain in my balls had decreased to a dull ache, I finally managed to push myself up to my feet and hold out my hand to shake on it. Embarrassed, I realized that the fantasy of a nude Amy had made my cock hard in an instant. Ill-constrained by my loose boxers, Tiffany saw it right away.

"Eww, disgusting!" she simply said while grabbing my hand and yanking on it with surprising strength. Stepping forward to keep my balance, I watched my step-sister rapidly get in between my legs to launch a cruel knee thrust into my already aching nuts. Even though I saw it coming, there was nothing I could do.

Her long, sexy, bare leg perfectly caught both of my testicles and lifted my heels off the floor for a moment. While the previous kick had been painful, the knee thrust was absolutely devastating. Falling forward like a tree, my face plunged right into her large tits, before I sunk down and made another two involuntary contacts with her lower belly and the thigh that had just flattened my balls.

"Ooouuughhh... FUU...", I began to scream when my knees landed on the kitchen tiles.

"Nah... ah... ah...", Tiffany interrupted me while waving her index finger in front of my face. "No complaining!"

...

After a few drinks, the constant, dull ache in my groin finally started to fade into the background. Seven times, Tiffany had surprised me with a kick or punch in my balls today, until her friends finally arrived. Every time, I had clenched my teeth and "taken it like a man", whatever that meant in this context. 

Now I had my dream girl Amy right across from me, even more beautiful as I had imagined her after nearly two years. Tiffany had decided to declare our little party a pajama party. While it had sounded like an amazing idea at first, the four hotties in such revealing clothes in combination with only two loose layers of cotton to restrict my cock, came with the constant risk of some serious embarrassment.

Amy was obviously wearing no bra, only a white gown that barely reached to her red panties and left her beautiful legs fully exposed. Lizz and Sally had picked the same combination, while my step-sister had gone for a belly-free top and cut-off pants. The display of bare legs, unsupported tits and tight butts was amazing.

"Dare!" I heard Amy say and snapped out of my dreams. It was my chance to get the girl to do whatever I wanted. I had already came up with at least a dozen things that I would love her to do.

"Take a quick shower with all your clothes and come back." I said, grinning. I had figured that this was not too invasive as a demand, but would still be very rewarding, given her white gown. After disappearing for a few minutes, Amy came back dripping wet, a bit hesitant to leave puddles all over the floor.

As expected, the gown had massively gained in transparency, giving me a much better idea of the sensual miracles that awaited me under the cotton. Also, her wet hair made her even more pretty, somehow. Not disappointed at the least, I shifted my position a bit to keep my growing dick hidden in between my thighs. Amy sat back down on the floor in front of me, teasingly lifted her chest a bit and smiled at me warmly. 

"Happy?" she simply purred. I loved, how sex-open the girls had become after a couple of drinks. Our little game of truth or dare had been full of amazingly naughty demands and questions.

"Next!" Tiffany cheered to my right and spun the empty bottle in our center. It halted at Lizz.

"Truth"

"Okay...", my step-sister pretended to think for a moment, glancing over to me with a dangerous smile. "How many guys have you kicked in the balls in your life?" I felt my stomach twisting as my sister began drawing the drunk girls' attention to my testicles. I stared at her with an angry face.

"Oh... different guys or overall kicks?" Lizz responded with not a hint of restraint or hesitation.

"Guys."

"Let's see... should be six?"

"Woah... you're a bitch." Amy exclaimed, her face a bit shocked.

"Why? What about you?" Lizz addressed Amy.

"Never. Not one. Doesn't it really hurt?" Her dark eyes found mine and I felt my face blush again.

"Ohhhh you are such an angel!" Sally teased Amy, laughing, exposing her as the only girl in the round that was innocent of making naughty use of guys' sensitive testicles. I loved her even more for that innocence. She looked at me again with a sympathetic smile.

"What about you? Ever got your balls kicked by a girl?" It took me a moment to understand that Sally was addressing me.

"Ehh..." I hesitated. All the girls looked at me expectantly. I decided to ruin their fun. "You can ask me if it's your turn and I choose truth." Sally, Lizz and Tiffany booed in unison.

"Okay fine." Sally said and twisted the bottle. It made exactly three and a quarter turns, making it a valid twist, and pointed right at me. I looked up, shocked, and met Sally's triumphant grin.

"Truth or dare?

"Instinctively, I nearly picked dare to not give her the satisfaction. But I noticed in time the threatful way she had emphasized the word. It surely would've been a bad idea right now.

"Truth", I complied.

"Okay, so... Have you ever been ki..."

"Ohh come on, Sally", Tiffany interrupted her with a very telling expression. "We all know the answer to this question, can you please make it a bit more exciting?" Lizz and Sally giggled. I threw another murderous glance at my sister.

"Okay... ehhh... what was your most humiliating experience of getting kicked in the balls?" I swallowed. At least half a dozen incidents with my step-sister came to mind, but one or two instantly stood out. I looked at her. It was clear that she wouldn't allow any embellishment or understatement.

"Okay... ehhh." another blush was inevitable when I tried forging words from the terrible memory. 

"Tiff once started a huge debate in our class about if guys or girls are actually stronger. For weeks or months, she continued rambling about how I was her bitch because I was physically inferior to her. When I felt like it was getting out of hand, I bought a protective cup - knowing exactly what she had in mind - and challenged her for a decisive fight. It was like a... ehh... circle on the high school yard kind of thing. She knew about my cup, of course. I wasn't really prepared to punch her right away, so she somehow got close, yanked down my shorts, grabbed the bottom of the cup, pulled it away and..."

"SNAP!" Tiffany blurted out, laughing, while gesturing how she released the cup to snap back into position. To my surprise, I heard Amy let out a faint giggle, as she moved her hand in front of her mouth. Lizz knew that story, of course. It was the sad beginning of nicknames like "Sister's Sissy". 

"I never told ya how I performed that move so perfectly, right?" Tiffany said, still laughing. I shook my head. "Lizz, tell him." Confused, I looked at the blonde to my left.

"Tiff found your dumb cup even before you grew the balls to challenge her." Lizz explained with an amusement that still felt hurtful. "So we met a couple of times, developed the move and she trained it like two hundred times. I had that thing snap into my crotch a lot, and boy, I don't know why you're crying so much about it." The girls giggled, as Lizz placed a hand on her smooth crotch, her panties well visible as she was sitting cross legged.

The rush of shame and the memories of the moment made me freaking blush again. I remembered being pinned down with all the girls - and some guys - in our and other classes laughing at me. "Humiliation" simply couldn't grasp it. I looked over at the dripping Amy and saw her avert her eyes. There was some kind of naughty glitter in them that I had never seen there before.

We continued, and Amy dared Lizz to let me spank her five times. I couldn't believe my ears. Judging by Amy's warm smile, it was her way of feeling bad for me and re-adjusting the balance of power between them girls and me.

Lizz bent over a chair and I slapped her tight butt five times, not very hard but enough to make it a bit sore and pink. When she turned around, I expected anything but the wide, triumphant grin that she had put on. 

"Guess what? My turn!" she cheered. We sat down and she focused on spinning the bottle. She wouldn't be able to pull off the same trick shot as Sally, would she?, I thought. It span, one, two, three times and stopped pointing right at the opposite side, where Amy sat. I sighted, and realized the danger too late.

"Amy, please don..."

"Dare!" she blurted out too soon.

"I dare you to kick a guy in the balls today. About time that you get to enjoy that, too, my dear." Lizz took a moment to enjoy Amy's reaction, much less shocked and refusing as I had liked.

"Who should I kick?" Amy said, her seemingly innocent eyes resting on me, very much implying the obvious.

"I suggest using the only pair of balls available - if Tiff hasn't broken that one already..." Lizz said, grinning over at my step-sister who silently enjoyed the cascade of events that she had effortlessly kicked off. The dynamic in between the tipsy girls was actually scary. "Also, you have to kick hard. If Tom here doesn't go down, you have to take off one piece of clothes and do it again."

A moment later, I positioned myself in front of Amy who was still dripping wet, the dark nipples still well visible on her large boobs that defied gravity. Her beautifully curved hips and bare, long, graceful legs suddenly looked like a deadly weapon. She looked right into my eyes with a faint, excited smile that she either didn't bother to, or couldn't hide due to the effect of the booze. 

"Are you ready?" Amy asked. I spread my legs and nodded. Despite all the surprise busts from my cruel sister, it was extremely hard to really offer my balls to a girl for a kick. Trembling in anticipation I locked my hands behind the small of my back to not involuntary block her kick. I really didn't want to provoke the three ball-busters that observed our every move. Also, admittedly, I loved the intimacy of that moment between Amy and me. Maybe it was the booze, but opening my legs for a barely dressed girl, I loved, to access my balls for her first kick, somehow felt extremely arousing.

Luckily, Amy launched her attack before my growing boner transformed my pajama shorts into a tent. Her leg swung up swiftly, but she stopped most of the momentum and her foot only bumped into my balls with medium speed and little force.

I felt the familiar moment of defeat, when my balls got caught and flattened in between the girl's bare foot and my pelvic bone, but the pain that followed was by far not as bad as I was used to from my step-sister. I let out a soft moan, cupped my balls with both hands and bent over. My knees trembled for a moment, but I stayed on my feet. Dang, that was easy, I thought. I looked up triumphantly into Amy's shocked, disappointed face.

"Why the fuck would you not fall down?" she hissed at me, half-whispering conspiratorially. Suddenly, I felt stupid. She had only tried to offer me an easy way out. And I had betrayed her. 

"You know the rules, Amy. Take off something and try again. Are you not doing Jiu Jitsu?" Tiffany grinned, obviously amazed by my male stupidity. I could read it in each of the girls' faces. My simple, male mind had stopped working in the prospect of boobs, and my weak, male genitals would get the bill.

I looked back at Amy right as she pulled her gown over her head and her amazing boobs fell out, beautifully bouncing in joy of the release. I stood there, frozen, soaking in every detail of the girl's perfectly curved body that was only covered by her red panties. Wet as she still was, she radiated pure, intensive erotic. 

"Nice! Get his cock out of the way." Sally commented on my rapidly inflating cock, stretching the cotton out far enough that the distinct bulges of my testicles became visible. I was so caught up and overwhelmed in this moment, that I didn't even process the amazing kick that Amy performed.

Distracted by her jiggling boobs as she twitched, I was fully surprised by her foot smashing into my groin at full speed. Whatever my step-sister had ever put me through, my high-school crush topped it. The pain exploded in my balls like a supernova, quickly radiating deep into my stomach and fully incapacitating my body. 

I sunk down and rolled into a tiny ball of defeated man while I heard the cheers and giggles of the drunken girls, very, very far away. After the previous arousal and the intimacy of the moment between Amy and me, her actual kick felt so incredibly cruel. It was insane, how much I was at the mercy of every woman in my perimeter only because I was carrying this sensitive pair in between my legs.

Somewhere far away, I heard Tiffany's voice saying something about a kiss. A moment later, wet, dark, curly hair fell around my head like a curtain just before I felt Amy's soft lips on mine. I remembered the deal and couldn't believe how stupid I had been to get involved in my sister's stupid games.

Just when I thought that the worst of the pain had passed, another wave of pure, concentrated agony emerged from my balls and made me pass out. Finally, my mind escaped this cruel world of female power and domination and the pain they had brought upon me.

...

I woke up in my own room, on the floor in front of the bed. Judging by the throbbing pain in my balls, the kick couldn't have been very long ago. I carefully touched them and was relieved to find them both intact. 

Suddenly, I noticed the presence of another person. I rolled onto my back, expecting Tiffany, but was delighted to find Amy sitting on my bed, still only wearing her red panties.

"Are you okay?" she asked sweetly, but didn't give me any time to answer. "Damn, I never knew I could make a guy pass out with a medium-force kick. These balls must make you feel so helpless and inferior around a woman." I moaned before finding the strength to respond.

"Tell me... I have Tiff as a step-sis..." 

"Heh - I heard that you are not allowed to complain today!" she grinned, while playfully kicking my rips. I looked up past her bare legs at her tits, as she was leaning over me from the bed. From this position, it was easy to imagine her fully nude.

I tried to make sense of why she was here in my room. As if she had read my thoughts, Amy got up, stepped right over me and positioned herself in the center of the room, smiling from excitement and surely some arousal. She grabbed her red panties on both sides and pulled them down an inch or two, teasing me with what she had to offer.

"Now, if you want me to take this off, too, I suggest you take that next kick like a man and stay on your feet!"