Foul Balls

Foul Balls

By Caligula

All characters are 18+. All characters are step-family but as a narrative choice and for story flow purposes are not referred to as such in the body of the story.

School Accidents Part 9 - Foul Balls

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Yazmin Vazquez watched as her son took a baseball right to the nads. Along with all the other women in the stands she reflexively cupped her own crotch. Her perfectly manicured toes curled in her sandals and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she let out an “Ooooooo!!!” She looked left and right at the other mom’s and saw identical reactions, each woman in turn looking at Yazmin and the other attended mothers, each returning the look of amusement on Yazmin’s face.

* * *

A few moments earlier…

It was the next-to-last game of the season, and it was gals vs guys. Manuel Vazquez was the best pitcher on the boy’s team and the guys were ahead by one point. It all came down to this last pitch as Tracy Eaton stood at home plate and took some practice swings with the bat. Tracy was the best hitter on the girl’s team and already had two strikes against her. All Manuel needed to do was throw one more strike and the game was over, or someone tag her as out in the event she actually hit the ball.

Manuel wound up his arm for the pitch, checked the runner that was on first base, and then let the ball fly towards Tracy and home plate. Tracy hit the ball dead on and sent it flying at roughly 90 miles per hour…right into Manuel’s testicles. She heard the collective gasp of the crowd as she threw the bat to the ground and started running around the bases, hoping she and the other girl already on first base could circle the field and score before the guys could recover enough to stop them.

* * *

Yazmin watched as her son Manuel bent over, clutching the ball that was stuck firmly in his crotch and holding it in place with his hands. She grinned broadly, finding her son’s reaction funny as his face took on a look of utter despair and he slowly sank to his knees, never letting go of the baseball that was lodged in his crotch. He toppled over onto his side like a tree felled by a lumberjack, and let out a wailing howl that was quickly drowned out by the jeers from the women in the crowd, including that of his own mother.

“Foul ball!” yelled Yazmin through her laughter.

The laughter was replaced by cheers from the mom’s as they encouraged Tracy in her run around the bases. Even Yazmin urged her on.

“Go Tracy! Score! Score! Score!” she shouted while standing up and fist pumping the air, her son’s predicament all but forgotten.

Manuel was in agony…his nuts on fire as he squealed on the ground. He laid there in too much pain to move with his mother in plain view as she cheered on his rival, Tracy. Why is she not rushing over to help me, his fevered mind asked. Why is she cheering?!?

The other girl rounded home plate, followed closely by Tracy to score the winning points in the game. The two girls high-fived and hugged each other, jumping up and down in celebration.

“You’re out!” shouted a voice, subduing the mini-celebration the girls were having.

The umpire, Miss Hitchens, approached the mound where Manuel still twitched in the dirt. “I said you’re out. The boys win,” she declared.

The coaches of both teams, as well as Tracy, Yazmin, and a few of the other mothers all approached the pitcher’s mound and circled up as Manuel squealed like a girl beneath them. He recognized his mother’s pedicure as she stood near his quivering body.

“What gives?” asked the girl’s coach, Miss Layla. “What do you mean she’s out and the boys win?”

The boy’s coach, Miss Kerry, also spoke up. “While I’ll take the win, I’m curious as well. It seems like both girls crossed home plate.”

“Miss Hitchens looked down at Manuel as he squirmed at their feet. “He caught the ball and held on…so she’s out,” she said with a nod towards his crotch where he still gripped the baseball tightly against his groin.

Yazmin nudged the baseball with her shoe in irritation, knocking it up against her son’s balls like it was nothing and eliciting a fresh whimper from Manuel. “You can clearly see he didn’t ‘catch’ the ball,” she stated in an attempt to overturn the umpire’s decision and hand the win to the girls. “It just wedged between his legs.” She emphasized the point by cupping her hand between her own legs and jerking upwards, mimicking the baseball as it impacted Manuel’s boy bits.

Miss Hitchens took her own shoe and pressed it up against the baseball and pressed down, rocking it from side to side in an attempt to dislodge it from between Manuel’s legs. It just made him grip the ball even tighter as the umpire crushed his nuts as she twisted her foot back and forth on the baseball.

“See? He’s really holding onto that ball,” she stated matter-of-factly. She shrugged. “Them’s the rules. The boys win.”

As the other ladies walked away Yazmin rolled her eyes in disgust and put her arm around Tracy to console her, all while her son lay on the ground in the fetal position whimpering just inches away from their shoes. Tracy seemed really upset.

“I’m so sorry Tracy,” Yazmin said. “We all know you should have won the game. When you hit the ball I think we could all feel it in the stands!”

“Ball…ball…” cried Manuel, looking up to his mother for help. In response she shuffled to her left to block Tracy’s view of his face and keeping her own back to her son so they weren’t distracted by his blubbering. She continued.

“I know you blame yourself, and you shouldn’t. It was just dumb luck that you sent that baseball flying into my son’s nuts causing him to clench down on it. And just remember,” she said with a kind smile,” he may have won the game, but he lost something far more important…”

“Balls…balls…” Manuel tried again.

“…his dignity.” She finished.

“My balls. Mom…my balls…OooooOooo” he trailed off in a high-pitched blubber.

“As far as I’m concerned, we all know that was a bad call by the umpire, and if my son is proud of a cheat of a win like that then he’s lost his dignity.”

Tracy smiled a bit at the encouraging words, looked down at Manuel as he wriggled feebly, and back up at Yazmin.

“I guess he did lose his…”

Manuel finally released the baseball and it rolled away and came to rest between Yazmin’s and Tracy’s feet. They both looked down at it and then at each other and smiled.

“…dignity,” finished Tracy. She looked down again at Manuel. “Sorry I nailed your son in his nuts.”

“Don’t be. It was just an accident, after all.”

“Well anyway, I guess I better go join the rest of my team and get showered up.”

Tracy ran off the field leaving Yazmin to help Manuel to his feet as he stumbled like a drunk to the boy’s locker room. Yazmin picked up the baseball that had crushed her son’s nads and tossed it up in the air, catching it on the way down. She remembered the look on her son’s face when he realized where the ball had hit him, and she chuckled to herself…and felt a tingle between her legs. The tingling grew more intense as she watched him stumble away in small shuffling baby steps. She threw the ball over her shoulder to hear it land with a thud and followed after her son.

* * *

As Yazmin entered the boy’s locker room she saw all the boys and their mothers having a conversation with Miss Kerry, their coach. She and Manuel joined the group. The other boys winced seeing Manuel still bent slightly at the waist, while their mothers all grinned and a few rolled their eyes.

“Now that we’re all here…” said Miss Kerry with a pointed look in Manuel’s direction, letting him know he was holding up the team meeting. “How are your nuts, Manuel?”

“He’s fine,” answered his mother for him. In fact he felt far from fine, but he felt too queasy to speak up. He was afraid if he opened his mouth that he’d throw up, further humiliating himself in front of all the moms.

“Now I know that win was unexpected, but that ties us with the girls. The final game of the season is in a few days and we need to go balls-to-the-wall to win it,” continued the coach. The moms snickered at her balls-walls comment, glancing at Manuel and shifting their eyes to his groin area. The guys all looked down uneasily, wishing they could be elsewhere.

Yazmin still wasn’t happy with the umpire’s call though. “I’m never going to be happy with how this game turned out,” she said.

“I know Manuel got hit in his nuts but…” started Miss Kerry.

“Oh not that,” interrupted Yazmin with a dismissive wave of her hand in her son’s direction. “It’s the bogus decision to rob the girls, and Tracy specifically, of her win. I briefly spoke to Tracy after the game and it’s really shaken her confidence.”

The other mom’s all gave pouty lips and there was a chorus of “poor girl” and “I feel so bad for her”. Manuel was annoyed that none of them seemed to have the same level of concern for his future breeding possibilities. Yazmin went on.

“I don’t understand how this even happened anyway. My son’s athletic cup should have prevented his reaction to clutch the baseball to his nads. Like this…”

Before Coach Kerry could stop her, and in front of all the other moms and sons, Yazmin grabbed onto one of Manuel’s shoulders, took a step forward, and kneed her son right in the balls as hard as she could. Rather than feeling the hard plastic of a cup, her knee felt the soft rubbery bumps of two testicles as they were trapped between her leg and his unyielding pubic bone. She felt them compress as she held her knee in place for a moment, and then felt them return to their normal shape as they pushed back against her tanned kneecap.

Yazmin’s eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the difference between nuts and plastic, and she lowered her knee as Manuel crossed his eyes and let out a high-pitched whine as he slowly fell to the ground. The tingling had returned between Yazmin’s legs, and she realized she was feeling a little slick in her crotch at having just busted Manuel’s balls. She raised one eyebrow as she looked to Coach Kerry for an explanation.

“Sorry. You didn’t give me time to explain…we don’t allow the boys to wear cups in the inter-gender matches. We feel it gives them an unfair advantage.” Coach Kerry finished up her explanation with a lopsided smile and a shrug. One of the other mothers clearly didn’t believe her.

“You’re joking right?” she asked before gripping her own son by the shoulders and kneeing him expertly in the balls. The young man doubled over and clutched his manhood. He looked pleadingly into his mother’s eyes as he gracefully slid down towards the ground, mother and son not breaking eye contact until he fell onto the floor whimpering.

“Oh my,” the woman said. “You weren’t joking. I felt actual balls when I kneed him.”

The other guys on the team placed their hands protectively over their own crotches and looked nervously to their own mothers, but no other knees were forthcoming…although each boy noted the playful smile on each of their mom’s faces.

The meeting broke up and each boy departed with their mother, the one whose mom had kneed him even after hearing he wasn’t wearing a cup reaching out to her for physical support. She chuckled at him and said, “walk it off, champ.”

Only Yazmin and Manuel were left behind as they waited for the school nurse to arrive. After realizing he had taken a 90 mile per hour baseball to the nads without a cup, Yazmin agreed to let the nurse check out Manuel’s berries. She didn’t see what the big deal was, but Coach Kerry had insisted.

* * *

The beautiful school nurse walked into the boy’s locker room and assessed the situation…a disinterested older woman sitting on a bench with her legs crossed playing Candy Crush on her mobile phone, and a moaning boy on the ground clutching his pearls…mother and son. And based on the way the son was carrying on, it was another groin injury. She rolled her eyes.

“Hello, I’m Nurse Sheila,” she said while extending her hand to the woman, who had put away her cell phone and rose to meet the newcomer.

“Hi, I’m Manuel’s mom. My name’s Yazmin,” she replied with a friendly smile.

“HI MANUEL! WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?” asked Nurse Sheila in a very loud voice.

“The problem isn’t his ears,” said Yazmin with a chuckle, “It’s his huevos,” she said slipping into her native Spanish. “…I mean balls. It’s his balls.”

“Well I know a lot about huevos,” replied Nurse Sheila playfully, “so let’s see what we can do. Can you help me lay him on his back on one of the massage tables please?”

They assisted Manuel onto one of the low narrow tables where the teammates received rubdowns in case of a pulled muscle. Nurse Sheila’s eyes grew wide as she looked to the boy’s groin. His tight baseball pants did nothing to hide his genitals, and she could see how swollen his testicles were as they bulged obscenely in the tight sportswear. She tugged downwards on his pants and his cock and balls sprang free with a plop, his cock hanging limply to the side while his swollen nuts looked like two…baseballs, resting on his groin. Yazmin thought they looked like overripe fruit given the mottled bruising that had formed across his stretched sack. His ballbag was pulled so taut it looked like the nuts within would burst free at any moment. Once again Yazmin’s womanhood responded.

“He took a baseball to the nuts,” Yazmin added helpfully when she noticed Nurse Sheila’s open-mouthed stare.

“Well that would explain the swelling and bruising. They’re huge!” Sheila said appreciatively. “I’m going to need to squeeze his testicles and feel for ruptures, which is going to cause quite a bit of pain given how plump they are. Would you mind pressing down on his shoulders to keep him from thrashing about?”

“Of course I’ll help. He’s my son, after all,” answered Yazmin.

Yazmin was dressed rather provocatively. She was wearing a loose fitting skirt and an equally loose button-down shirt with no bra. Her breasts were large and perky and from the right angle you could occasionally get a glimpse of her nipples. She approached Manuel and as she pressed down on his shoulders, she leaned forward which had the unintended consequence of giving her son a perfect view up her shirt.

Manuel’s eyes grew wide as he was gifted with the sight of his mom’s underboob, and as she shifted slightly he caught peeks of her nipples as the fabric of her shirt moved with her body. His body started to react despite the pain in his balls, and his mom and Nurse Sheila watched in surprise as his limp penis slowly started to stir to life. Like a snake hypnotized by a snake charmer’s flute, his flaccid tool uncurled itself and began to slowly rise and writhe as it grew in size.

“Well that’s a good sign,” said Nurse Sheila.

Yazmin suddenly realized she was the cause of her son’s erection, but there wasn’t anything she could do given she was holding him in place. She watched as the nurse cupped her son’s big balls in her hands, eliciting a tiny shiver from Manuel. Whether it was Sheila’s cold hands or the tenderness of his nuts that caused the shiver, or both, she didn’t know. But then things took a turn as Nurse Sheila started to squeeze the balls in her hands, kneading them looking for ruptures.

Manuel’s penis drooped back into a lifeless state and his breathing became more intense. His mouth opened but only long hoarse breaths issued from his lips and even the glorious sight of his mother’s jugs wasn’t enough to get him through the pain.

Yazmin watched as the nurse twisted and yanked on her son’s nuts, pinching the nutmeat between her fingers, and she became aroused again.

Manuel, even in his dazed state, saw that now it was his mother who was getting hard. He watched as her nipples became erect and perky, rubbing against the soft fabric of her shirt. They are so hard, he thought to himself…so hard, so perfect. And then the squeezing was gone as Nurse Sheila rendered her verdict.

“Well…it seems the right testicle does have a rupture in it, although the left one might be okay. Hard to tell for sure.”

Rupture? Manuel felt panic seep in at the word rupture, but as he looked up his mother’s shirt it appeared her nipples were even harder.

“So what do you recommend,” Yazmin asked in a husky voice. She felt the slickness between her legs again.

Sheila released Manuel’s nuts and gave them a reassuring pat, causing him to shiver yet again.

“I suggest we pop at least the right one. The left one is really up to you…”

The room became silent except for Manuel’s pained whimpers. Yazmin looked at her son’s engorged nuts…his huevos. They were his most prized possessions…his trophies. Then she smiled as that gave her an idea. She pulled Nurse Sheila aside and quietly asked about an alternative to popping. Manuel couldn’t hear what was being said between the two women until the end when Nurse Sheila spoke up more loudly. He also didn’t see the snipping motion his mother made with her fingers.

“Sure I can do that. It’s a little more involved as we normally just pop them, but it’s not a problem. In fact it’s good practice for me,” said Sheila thoughtfully and with a smile.

Yazmin returned to Manuel and went back to holding down his shoulders. She didn’t even spare him a glance as she was busy watching Nurse Sheila take out a syringe and fill it with a liquid.

“Anesthetic,” she explained to Yazmin.

She inserted the needle into Manuel’s right ball and injected some of the liquid, eliciting a higher-pitched whimper.

“My ball!” he squealed.

“Both testes?” asked Sheila.

“Yes please,” answered Yazmin.

Sheila repeated the procedure with the second gonad and released his ball with a gentle caress.

“Now I’ll need you to really hold him still. There shouldn’t be any pain, but he’ll buck to try and stop me,” said Nurse Sheila. “Have you ever seen a mechanical bull at a pub? Like that.”

“Oh…like a mechanical bull eh?” Yazmin thought about it for a moment and thought the best way to break a bucking bull was to ride it. She shifted her body forwards, spreading her legs as she straddled her son’s head, and lowered herself into position. She was so glad she decided not to wear panties today as she lowered her pussy onto Manuel’s face. Her cunny was already wet from watching the nurse poke her son’s nuts with a needle, and it slid easily around on his face. It felt soooo good.

Nurse Sheila seemed oblivious to what was going on under Yazmin’s skirt and only nodded her approval of her method of restraining Manuel. “Ready?”

“Just a moment,” replied Yazmin. “Let me get a better position.”

“Of course.” Again things went over Sheila’s head and she thought she was just jockeying for a better position to keep her son from bucking.

Yazmin was only thinking about how her pussy wasn’t positioned just right. She knew she could do better, and this would be an orgasm not to miss. She lifted her right leg off the floor slightly and shifted her hips to the left a tad bit until she felt Manuel’s nose tickle her moist clit.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said dreamily with a faraway look in her eyes, her breast heaving up and down with each heavy breath.

Manuel was muffled and pinned to the table, aware of his mother’s naked shaved privates gliding effortlessly from his nose to his chin and back again. She’s not wearing panties! Even the needle in his balls, he thought, might have been worth this. Then he heard Nurse Sheila and his mother speak, although it was hard to hear exactly what we being said as his mother’s thighs squeezed his head and covered his ears.

“I need you to give me verbal permission,” said Sheila as she picked up a scalpel.

“As his mother, I give you my permission to cut off his nuts…”

Did he hear that right? Did his mom just say the nurse could cut his balls off? He tried to cry out, to stop them, to tell them no…but he just ended up yelling into the wet spot between his mother’s legs, making her eyes cross in pleasure at the frantic vibrations making contact with her pussy. She moved her hips back and forth slowly, trying not to make it obvious to the nurse what she was doing…getting off on her son’s face as she had him castrated.

She slid back and forth easily, rubbing against his nose, mouth, and chin and enjoying the different sensations each brought her. Oh fuck she was so wet! She knew she should feel guilty, but they were just his balls, his trophies, and she was going to put them to good use.

Sheila cut two small slits in his nutsack, and the skin was so tight that both balls spilled eagerly out his scrotum almost like they were looking forward to getting cut. Yazmin gasped slightly at the sight of her son’s bare nuts and bit her bottom lip as she continued to discreetly thrust her hips back and forth, left and right, oohhhh that circular motion feels good. His muffled cries only further stimulated her, especially when her clitoris brushed over his mouth and the vibration of his voice was like a battery-operated sex toy.

Nurse Sheila held up his right ball; the one with the rupture in it.

SNIP!

Yazmin felt Manuel buck as the nurse chopped his nut off, but he was unable to stop them given he was held fast by his mother’s pussy and ample ass. Her gyrations became more desperate as she felt herself close to cumming, and knew when that second ball came off that she’d cum like a fountain.

“The other nut,” she said breathlessly, “Don’t forget the other nut.”

Nurse Sheila unceremoniously dropped the right testicle into a tray and picked up Manuel’s left ball.

“Are you sure about this one? I’m pretty sure this one will be okay,” asked Sheila once more.

Manuel begged to keep his ball, but it only came out as a muffled yell into his mother’s muff.

“I’m so-o-o-o-o sure,” she said in a ragged staccato as she was hit with a rush of adrenaline signaling her orgasm was only moments away. “Both huevos. Take both huevos! Ay dios mio!!!” she cried out slipping back into Spanish.

Yazmin watched as Sheila brought her scissors up and placed Manuel’s ball cord between the blades. She lifted her leg slightly as her body tensed up as her orgasm started to kick in. Her toes curled and flexed and the pleasure started from there and worked its way up her legs and into her thighs. As Sheila closed the teeth of the scissors Yazmin’s orgasm leapt from her thighs into her pussy and she came all over her son’s face.

SNIP!

Yazmin’s whole body shook as she rubbed out the last of her orgasm on Manuel’s nose and mouth and the post-nut clarity gently eased itself into her mind and body. She felt warm and satisfied, and was grateful when Nurse sheila didn’t even bother looking up but instead grabbed the tray with Manuel’s nuts and headed to the adjoining room.

“I’ll be right back!” she said in a chipper voice.

Yazmin eased herself off her son’s face and looked around for something to wipe herself with. She was still so slick with her juices and oh my…it was all over Manuel’s face too. She spotted a towel and shoved it under her skirt, mopping up the sticky mess. Then with the same towel she wiped down her son’s face, although it just seemed to make it worse given the towel was now soaked in her nectar.

Oh well, she thought. Might as well let him enjoy it, since he’s not likely to make another woman cum given he doesn’t have any nuts.

Manuel was essentially out of it. He was no longer aware of what was happening. Between getting his balls smashed by a baseball, his mom kneeing him in the nuts, then taking his boy bits away from him, and the vague memory of her womanhood making it hard for him to breathe as she rode his face, he had mentally checked out. So he wasn’t aware when Nurse Sheila walked back into the room with a plastic specimen jar filled with his gonads.

“They were so big I had a hard time stuffing them into the jar, but I just shoved really hard and they eventually both fit. I think I made the rupture on the right one a bit worse though,” she said.

Yazmin accepted the jar of nuts and jiggled it roughly. Wow his huevos are really crammed in there!

Nurse Sheila returned to Manuel’s ballbag in order to sew it closed when Yazmin said out loud, “Shame we can’t stuff something inside the sack so it doesn’t look so pathetic.”

“Oh well fake balls aren’t uncommon when a guy gets a castration due to something like testicular cancer. Just a shame we don’t have anything to put in there,” replied Sheila.

Yazmin looked quickly around the locker room while holding her jar of nuts and her gaze fell on two baseballs sitting side by side, and she smiled. “Well…”

* * *

The day of the last baseball game of the season found Yazmin and Manuel entering the girl’s locker room in search of Tracy. Yazmin’s eyes lit up when she found her favorite baseball player sitting on a bench and lacing up her cleats. Tracy noticed them both as she rose to join the rest of her team on the field.

“Hi Miss Vazquez!” she said excitedly. And then with less enthusiasm as she was still smarting from her loss from a few days ago, “Hi Manuel.”

“Hi Tracy!” replied Yazmin with a hug. “Manuel, don’t be rude…say hello to Tracy.”

“Hi Tracy,” he said meekly. His voice had become very high-pitched and he sounded more like a chick than a guy. It made Tracy laugh.

“Oh my god what happened to your voice?” she asked. His mother answered for him.

“Well Manuel’s nuts had to be removed because of the baseball you hit him with the other day…and well, without his nuts he’s a permanent soprano now.”

She said it like it was nothing. Like she was explaining the recipe for a cake, or talking about the best place to get a mani-pedi. Tracy giggled.

“Oh wow! Sorry about your nuts!” But the flippant way she said it made it clear she didn’t really care.

“Don’t be silly,” Yazmin chided her gently. “In fact that’s why we’re here. I have something for you. Given you’re the girl who broke his nuts, and since it was Manuel’s fault that you didn’t get a trophy for last week’s game…well we wanted you to have this.”

From her purse Yazmin pulled a trophy. It wasn’t super fancy but sparkled with gold accents. It had a little plaque at the bottom that read:

TRACY EATON

GIRL POWER TROPHY

She handed it over to Tracy, who marveled over it.

“A trophy, for me? Oh wow thanks! But what are these?”

Tracy ran her hands lovingly over the two golden orbs that were affixed to the top of the trophy. They were ovoid shaped, one standing straight up and down and the other resting lopsided against its twin. The lopsided right one had a small gash on the side that tickled Tracy’s fingers as she ran them over it.

“Those are Manuel’s huevos…his nuts! I had them gold plated and made into a trophy for you,” said Yazmin with pride.

Manuel’s mouth hung open. It was bad enough his mom took his manhood away from him, but she had his balls turned into some kind of jewelry and gave them to his school rival?!? He had no clue what his mother had done with his balls after the nurse removed them but he could never have imagined this. His face was red with embarrassment as he watched Tracy stroke his balls, and he wished in the worst way they were still attached to him so he could feel her hands as they played with his testes as she was currently doing.

“Cool!” Was her only response. She had just been handed his balls and ‘cool’ was the best she could muster? But then Tracy looked down to Manuel’s tight fitting pants and saw two huge bulges protruding from his groin area.

“Not to be rude, Miss Vazquez, but if these are his nuts…what are those?” Tracy pointed to the two bulges, deepening the red in his face.

“Oh I gave him fake balls!”

“No way!”

“You don’t believe me?” Yazmin asked with a grin.

She turned to her son and grabbed one of his shoulders, took a step forward and kneed him in the crotch really hard.

Tracy expected him to fall down crying, but nothing happened. His mother’s knee was clearly making contact with the two huge bulges in his pants as Tracy could see them spread out across the top of Miss Vazquez’s knee. But Manuel didn’t grab himself, fall over, and start saying ‘my balls…my balls’…nothing. She watched as Miss Vazquez lowered her knee and then pistoned it upwards again; this time Tracy was aware of a clunking sound as the two ‘balls’ bounced off each other and off the knee. But still Manuel didn’t react.

“Wow!” Tracy seemed mesmerized. “Can I try that?”

Manuel was shaking his head no but Yazmin was ignoring him. “Of course, dear!” She motioned his classmate forward.

Rather than kneeing him, Tracy kicked him square in the balls with the toe of her cleats. Once again she heard a clunking sound, and while her kick made Manuel rise up on his toes, he didn’t fall over and start crying, or puke, or anything.

“I made my brother cry with a kick like that!” she said proudly.

“I bet you did, young lady,” said Yazmin with a laugh. “Keep on kicking!”

Tracey gave his crotch four more kicks before bending at the waist to inspect the two bulges she had just kicked.

“So, what’s in here, if it’s not nuts?” asked Tracy.

Yazmin laughed. “Two baseballs! Hahaha! I had them sewn up inside of his empty nutsack.”

She and Tracy both laughed heartily, much to Manuel’s shame. The bulge was so pronounced it would cause questions wherever they went, and his mother apparently had no reservations about telling everyone he was now a eunuch with two ridiculously sized fake balls.

“I’m worried we won’t win today though,” added Tracy more somberly.

Yazmin put her arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ve taken care of that,” Yazmin said with a wink. “Because I had his nuts removed, Manuel can’t play in today’s game. So you’re pretty much guaranteed a win!”

Manuel’s mouth dropped open again. I knew I heard Nurse Sheila say my left nut was going to be okay, and mom had her cut it off anyway just so the girl’s team could win this week’s game. It wasn’t fair!

“You’re the coolest! Thanks again for the nuts! Gotta run so I don’t miss the start of the game!”

Tracy ran off and Yazmin finally caught sight of her son’s injured look and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t sulk, Manuel!” she scolded him. “After her loss the other day Tracy needed a real confidence boost, and I knew having your nuts removed would prevent you from playing in the game today. In my opinion it was a small price for us to pay for the cause of female empowerment.”

“But you could have just pulled me out of the game today. You could have just told Coach Kerry that I wasn’t feeling well. You didn’t have to cut my balls off,” he said in his new soprano voice.

Yazmin tilted her head to the side, thinking about what her son had just said.

“Huh…I didn’t think of that. Oh well…too late now, right?”

Her smile returned to her face and she walked up to Manuel with a ‘so sad…too bad’ pouty look, put her hand in a comforting manner on his shoulder and then…

WHAM!

She kneed his fake balls again, causing him to flinch, and she started laughing.

“I’ll never get tired of doing that! Hahaha! Now come on so we don’t miss the game. I want to see Tracy knock some more balls out of the park!”

The Ricky Rabbit Show

The Ricky Rabbit Show

By Caligula

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Sam loved the Ricky Rabbit Show. The Ricky Rabbit Show was an adult cartoon focusing on the comedic exploits of the son of Roger Rabbit, Ricky. Ricky Rabbit lived with his mother, Jessica Rabbit, and his two twin sisters, Rita and Ramona. Rita and Ramona looked just like their mother, the hottest cartoon character in existence if you asked Sam. Ricky thought looked just like his father…a white rabbit, and a horny white rabbit at that. Sam guessed he couldn’t help it, given he was a rabbit. Weren’t they known for excessive breeding?

It was Ricky’s horniness that was the focus of the show, and how he constantly perved on his mother and sisters. He was always spying on them, peeking thru keyholes and such as they showered, or dressed, or did yoga. He was always brushing up against them, or offering to help them with their exercises and his big eyes would bug out comically as he stared at their crotches. He’d drool as he stared and his little carrot was constantly erect in his overalls.

Sam loved the show. He’d force his mother, Sasha, and his sister, Becky, to watch it with him. Where Sam loved the show, his mother and sister felt it was disrespectful to women and didn’t like the way it encouraged bad behavior in boys and men. Sam was excited because tonight was the premiere of the new season, and he couldn’t wait to see what Ricky did to get off to his mother and sisters tonight. He had heard that the show had a whole new production crew behind the scenes…all women supposedly. Ugh, he hoped they didn’t ruin the show with all this ‘female empowerment’ that was all the rage in Hollywood right now.

* * *

Ricky sat down in front of the TV as his mother and sister shuffled into the room. They didn’t really want to watch but it was a Sunday night and there wasn’t anything on the television worth their time, so they indulged Sam in his male fantasies. The final commercial ended and the shows intro and theme song started.

“Ugh here we go again,” said his sister Becky while rolling her eyes.

“I know,” replied their mom Sasha. “At least it’s only thirty minutes…less with commercials.”

“SHHHH!!!! No talking!” said Sam in an irritated voice.

Sasha gave her son an exasperated look. “One of these days, young man, you’re going to get what’s coming to you,” said their mother.

The theme ended and the title of the episode flashed on the screen: The Easter Bunny’s Eggs Get Cracked. Sam and his mother and sister all looked quizzically at the screen. That was an odd title, they all thought at the same time. The show started as normal, with Jessica Rabbit toweling herself off after her shower and Ricky on the other side of the door with his eyes pressed to the keyhole. Sam was loving it, and especially loving that his sister and mother hated it. But then something different happened. Ricky’s sisters Rita and Ramona snuck up behind him, and Ramona kicked him right in his balls from behind. Ricky’s big balls flew out of his pants and went right thru the keyhole and became lodged on the other side of the door.

Sam sat up in shock at what had happened to Ricky, whereas Sasha and Becky suddenly became interested in the show for the first time, raising their eyebrows in delighted surprise.

Ricky was squealing in a high pitched tone as his sisters high-fived each other and ran off to somewhere else in the house. On the other side of the bathroom door, Jessica had finished drying off and wrapped the towel around her and reached out for the doorknob. Instead she accidentally wrapped her delicate hand around Ricky’s balls and twisted like you would a doorknob, causing a cartoonish crunching noise to come from the nuts in her hand. As she twisted she pulled, stretching Ricky’s ballbag, but the door wouldn’t open. Then she remembered the door opened the other way and so she pushed, shoving his eggs back through the keyhole and opening the door. Ricky though to make a hasty retreat after having his balls kicked, twisted, pulled, and pushed…but before he could leave the door came flying open and the doorknob nailed him right in the balls with another satisfying crunch, and he watched as his mother sauntered away sexily down the hallway with stars circling around his head.

The scene cut to commercial.

“Wow that was awesome!” shouted his sister.

“So much better than last season,” added their mother.

“It was so great that his sister kicked him in his nuts for spying like that,” said Becky.

“And that his mother twisted his balls thinking it was the doorknob. Hahaha!” laughed Sasha while giving Sam a wicked grin.

“Yeah the crunch noise was hilarious,” replied Becky. “I guess this show isn’t that bad.”

“So far this episode sucks,” said Sam in a surly tone.

“Oh don’t be such a spoiled sport, Sam,” said Sasha. “It’s just his balls.”

“Well they shouldn’t be using his, you know, like a joke in the show. It’s not right,” replied Sam, still sour and scowling.

“Why not?” asked Becky. “It’s totally funny.” Neither his mother or sister seemed to legitamitely understand why it made Sam uncomfortable.

Sam started to respond but the show started again and his mother shushed him. “SHHHH!!! No talking!”

He crossed his arms and frowned as his mother and sister leaned forward, now more interested in the show. Ricky was now in the kitchen as breakfast was being prepared, and was ogling his mother’s ass as it swayed back and forth as she stirred whatever was in the pot over the stove. He immediately got a noticeable boner in his overalls. He stood in front of the cabinetry to get himself a bowl, and this time it was his sister Rita who walked up to him and pulled out one of the drawers directly in front of Ricky. The drawer smashed into his weiner and there was a loud crack as his boner bent in half right in the middle, causing Ricky to shriek.

“Oops! Sorry Ricky! Did I break your carrot? Let’s not forget your eggs!” said Rita.

She flicked her hand up and hit Ricky in his crotch from underneath and his balls flew up out of his overalls and landed in the open drawer. Jessica had finished what she was doing on the stove and walked past her children.

“What have I told you about t leaving drawers open, Rita?” she asked. Then Jessica reached out and slammed the drawer closed, with Ricky’s nuts trapped inside. There was another loud crunch as Ricky squealed some more and fought to free his gonads. It went to commercial again.

“Oh wow his sister broke his dick,” said Becky with a laugh while nudging Sam in the ribs.

“And then his mother crushed his easter eggs in that drawer,” added Sasha while also laughing.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about it,” said Sam quietly. He clearly wasn’t enjoying himself.

The rest of the episode involved more kicks to the balls from his mother and sisters, and ended with Ricky on his back on his mom’s bed. Jessica Rabbit was in a dominatrix-type outfit instead of her usual red sequined dress, sitting on Ricky’s chest with her feet in his mouth and dangling his carrot on a string in front of his face. Rita and Ramona snuck up behind their mother and Rita grabbed Ricky’s balls, stretching them a comical distance from his body while Ramona pulled out a large rat trap that had the word ‘ACME’ written on it. Ramona placed the rat trap under Ricky’s balls and then Rita let go of his sack, causing their brother’s balls to drop onto the trap and the thick wire closed shut on his gonads.

SNAP!!! CRUNCH!!!

Ricky’s eyes bugged out of his head like two old-time car horns as his mother smiled down at him from her position on his chest, and his sisters peeked out from over her shoulders to laugh at him. Then the scene went to black with a big ‘THE END’ and a high-pitched voice that said “Th-th-th-th-that’s all folks!”

Sasha and Becky laughed and clapped.

“I can’t wait for next weeks episode,” said Becky.

“Me too. We’ll all watch together, as usual. It’s so much fun!” said Sasha.

“I won’t be watching anymore,” said Sam as they all stood up. “The stupid women running the show now suck.”

“Oh you’ll be watching it, mister,” said Sasha. “Your sister and I watched this show with you for two whole seasons where Ricky Rabbit did nothing but perv on his mom and sisters, so now that the tables are turned you’re going to watch it with us.”

Ricky felt a sharp pain and looked down and saw his sister’s bare foot creeping out from between his legs. She just kicked me in the balls! He looked up to his mother’s face and she was laughing, and he looked back down and his sister wiggled her toes at him from between his legs as if to say ‘hello balls’. He started squealing in soprano and fell to the floor.

“Hahaha he sounds just like Ricky!” teased his sister.

“I think you broke his Easter Eggs,” laughed his mother.

Bitches, thought Sam. They don’t know how much this hurts. How can they stand there laughing at me? Becky just kicked me in the balls, and my mom is laughing!

Later that day it happened again, and this time it was more similar to the show. Sasha was in the bathroom having just showered and Sam was bent over peeking thru the keyhole. She deserves this, he thought as his member grew. And then he felt that pain again…that nut pain.

Becky saw her brother spying on their mother and suppressed a giggle as she tip-toed up behind him. He was so engrossed in watching this mother towel herself dry that he didn’t realize that dangerous situation he was in.

CRUNCH!

Becky’s kick lifted him onto his toes and she ran off, just as their mother opened the bathroom door. Sasha heard the crunch though the door as she finished wrapping the towel around her and swung the door open. The doorknob hit Sam square in his balls and pinned him to the wall.

CRUNCH!

Sasha thought of herself as Jessica Rabbit in that moment, and decided to ignore her son’s pleas for help and she walked off to her room as she wiggled her hips from side to side as she walked. I hope he gets a good look, she thought with a self-satisfied smile.

I can’t believe they just did that! I’m not a cartoon rabbit and they keep hurting my balls! This time Mom hit them too, and she didn’t even care. She just acted like it didn’t happen and walked off. Her ass did look good swaying back and forth like it did though…

The next morning they were in the kitchen together and Sam was hoping his mother and sister were both over the episode and done attacking his manhood. He sat in his chair at the table when his mother turned around after getting herself a cup of coffee. Her robe was hanging loosely open down to her navel, below which was tied closed. While he couldn’t see nipple, he could clearly see the round globes as they peeked out from behind the red furry robe.

Mom really IS Jessica Rabbit! He got hard in his pajama pants. He didn’t notice his sister snickering as she sat across from him eating her breakfast. Sasha walked up there son seductively and bent over with her cleavage on full view, right in his face. He sat there crosseyed as he tried to bring his eyes into focus enough to appreciate her perky breasts. Then his mother poured her steaming hot coffee very slowly into his lap, cooking both his penis and his balls.

Sam gritted his teeth against the pain as his voice rose several octaves, thinking his mother must have a bottomless cup of coffee because the scalding liquid just kept coming.

“Oops! Did I just spill my coffee into your lap?” Sasha teased. She looked over at her daughter. “I think I just hard-boiled his eggs.”

Becky laughed. “How’s his carrot?”

Sasha did a quick glance between her son’s legs and then looked back at Becky and pouted her lips. “His carrot is wilted, I’m afraid.”

Sam brought his knees together and his hands went to his groin as he tried to get out of the chair and get to the sink to get some cold water. He made it a few steps before his sister got up from her seat.

“I’ll help you, Sam! You need a towel to dry you off!” she claimed. She intercepted him at the counter and swiftly pulled out one of the drawers, smashing it into his balls.

CRUNCH!

She grabbed the towel with a laugh and held it to his balls, squeezing more than dabbing. Sasha brushed her daughter’s hand away and knelt in front of her son, grabbing hold of either side of his pajama pants and boxer shorts.

“Best let me check out the damage, Sam,” she said to him with a smile and a wink. She also made eye contact with her daughter and gave a short nod of the head.

Sasha yanked down Sam’s pants and underwear in one quick swoop. His penis and testicles were red, and his boy berries looked swollen to a ridiculous size. She saw Becky get on her knees behind him and Sasha grabbed her son’s ballsack and lifted it high, tugging his nuggets away from his body and causing him to groan pitifully. Becky then brought he hand up and revealed a rat trap. She had written the word ‘ACME’ on it in marker, and brought it up under his gonads. Sasha then released her son’s balls and watched as they landed on the rat trap, triggering the cold metal wire than came crashing down right in the middle of both of his nuts.

SNAP!!! CRUNCH!!!

Sam’s voice wavered in a soprano vibrato as his eyes crossed once again and he slowly sank to the floor, hands covering his balls, which were still caught in the metal jaws of the rat trap. Sasha and Becky both stood up laughing, as Sam dropped to the floor.

“Wow he REALLY sounds like Ricky Rabbit now,” joked Becky.

“He really does,” laughed his mother.

They both laughed so hard that Becky finally dropped to her knees and then rolled around next to her brother mocking him. “My balls…my balls,” she teased.

Sasha couldn’t stop laughing at the two of them. It was just too funny. She was certain they hadn’t done any permanent damage, so it was all in good fun.

Becky finally got off the floor and as she and her mother walked out the kitchen door, leaving Sam to figure out how to get the rat trap off his balls, they said over their shoulders, “Th-th-th-th-that’s all folks!”

Star Trek: The Last Generation

Star Trek: The Last Generation

By Caligula

*

Counselor Deanna Troi was in the lounge known as Ten Forward onboard the Starship Enterprise enjoying her favorite thing in the whole wide galaxy...chocolate ice-cream. People often gave her a curious glance or an amused smile at the expressions she sported on her face with each bite. While everyone assumed she just had a passionate love for chocolate, it was deeper than that. The cocoa acted as a mild aphrodisiac when mixed with her half Betazoid and half Human heritage.

But she was suddenly hit with a much deeper feeling...somewhere on the ship a male had just experienced a huge wave of embarrassment bigger than she had ever felt before. Being half Betazoid meant she was partially telepathic and could read the emotions of others. This feeling hit her so much harder than chocolate that her toes curled in her boots and her eyes glazed over and she appeared to be cross-eyed.

Her euphoria was interrupted while enjoying this new treat as the comm badge on her chest let out a little whistle. She tapped it, slightly annoyed.

"Counselor Troi here," she answered in response to the hail.

"Deanna, it's Beverly. Can you come to medical please? I need your assistance," replied the voice.

"I'm on my way."

* * *

Deanna walked briskly through the corridors of the Enterprise and quickly found herself standing in the medical lab of the giant ship. There she found Dr Beverly Crusher and her son Wesley, and she immediately picked up on Wesley having been the source of the embarrassment she had sensed in Ten Forward. His feelings must be very intense indeed to affect her so profoundly over such a great distance. Given her intense reaction to his feelings, she was of course intrigued as to the reason for her requested visit.

"Hello Wesley," she said as she nodded a greeting in his direction.

"Hi Counselor Troi," he answered while not making direct eye contact with her or his mother.

"You wanted to see me Beverly?"

"Yes Deanna," replied the red-haired doctor. "I've asked Wesley here to help me with some of my research and he's quite unwilling to assist his dear mother."

"Wesley, is this true?" asked Deanna.

"Yes...you just wouldn't understand," he replied sheepishly.

"I'm sensing a great deal of embarrassment from Wesley," said Deanna. "What is it that you've asked him to do?" Deanna was secretly enjoying the feelings emanating from Wesley.

"I'm doing research on male anatomy and all I've asked him to do is to take some kicks to his testicles from me to test pain levels, effects on testosterone levels, possible long-term damage...just so much useful information."

"I see," replied Deanna. "And Wesley, how does this make you feel, that your mother wants to kick your testicles?"

"Embarrassed I guess. And frightened. She mentioned long-term damage...what if..."

"Oh Wesley!" interrupted his mother, "I'm a doctor! I'm sure I can fix anything that might get broken."

"Your mother makes a good point, Wesley. Being a doctor, and your mother, I'm sure she has analyzed all the possible risks to your testicles and has decided this is mostly safe." said Deanna. She was distracted by several purring little lumps of fur laying on Dr Crusher's office desk. "Beverly, are those tribbles?" she asked as she approached the desk and picked up two of the little cooing creatures in one of her hands. She suddenly realized that sitting there together they looked like two furry little human balls resting in her delicate grip. The cooing sound they made was very soothing.

"Yes, those are tribbles. I first started out examining the tribble reproductive cycle as they are known to breed so fast that they are considered an invasive species on most worlds. What I discovered was that tribbles have both male and female reproductive organs, and so all you need to do to keep them from reproducing is to squeeze their tiny little balls until they POP! It's quite effective and harmless. Their "balls" are so small that they can be difficult to find, but their small size also means they can be burst by just pinching them with your fingers. It's very humane."

Deanna was sure it wasn't as painless for the tribbles whose balls were being smushed, but didn't want to discourage her friend Beverly from gleefully popping little tribble balls whenever she felt like it. In support of her theory that Dr Crusher's method of tribble population control was not as humane as the good doctor thought, the tribbles all started to chitter and squeal in a high-pitched tone as Beverly got closer to them. They only calmed down once Deanna placed them back on the table and Beverly had moved away. Deanna was finding herself aroused by the fear rolling off the tribbles, and was brought back to reality by the feelings that were dripping off Wesley in light of his mother's discussion of popping balls.

"Wesley," she said, "I can feel your embarrassment but I can assure you as a counselor that these feelings are normal given your mother's particular request and her talk of castrating tribbles."

"I just don't want to do it," he replied. "I don't want my mother, or any woman really, to kick me in my man parts."

Deanna could tell Beverly was frustrated.

"So you see Deanna, we're at an impasse. I want to kick Wesley in the balls but he won't let me do it!" said Dr Crusher.

Deanna thought for a moment and then hit on the perfect solution. She smiled. "Well Beverly, you do outrank your son. As a Starfleet cadet he can't refuse an order from a superior officer."

Both Deanna and Beverly smiled at each other, and then looked at Wesley with those same eager grins.

"She's right Wesley. I would have preferred you volunteer but as you won't...I order you to submit your testicles to my tests." said Dr Crusher to her son.

Wesley's shoulders slumped, and ever the dutiful Starfleet cadet answered, "Yes ma'am."

"I'd like to stay and watch if you don't mind," added Deanna. "This way I can monitor his feelings as you bust his balls."

"That's great idea Deanna! I'd love to include a psychological breakdown of the effects of busting balls," replied Beverly. "Okay Wesley, come stand in front of me here. I think I'll start with a good old-fashioned kick in the balls."

Wesley meekly complied, being bound by his Starfleet oath and his mother's rank. He couldn't believe this was happening, and in front of Counselor Troi no less. He had always had a crush on Deanna Troi, and having her probe deeply into his feelings as his mother kicked him in the balls made him want to shrivel up...well, into a ball. He guessed he'd be doing that soon enough anyway for real after his mother kicked him. He looked down to his mother's Starfleet regulation boots and cringed.

Beverly stood in front of her son, smiled and said, "Where no man has gone before..." and kicked him square in his balls. She watched Wesley's expression, waiting for the pain to kick in. She wasn't dissappointed as his lips puckered and his face generally scrunched up, and he let out a squeal that sounded very much like the high-pitched squealing of the tribbles. She had completely forgotten to take his medical readings with her tricorder until Deanna chimed in.

"I'm sensing great shame and humiliation from Wesley," said Deanna Troi. "He can't believe his own mother just kicked him in the balls." She found she was developing a wetness in the "V" of the crotch of her uniform having just watched her friend kick her son in the testicles, helped tremendously by the feelings pouring off poor Wesley. She hoped her Starfleet bodysuit did a good job of absorbing moisture so her arousal wouldn't become apparent to either Beverly or Wesley. She was then hit with some new unexpected feelings...coming from Beverly. "Beverly," she said with a sly smile," I'm sensing feelings of empowerment from you: empowerment and righteous self-satisfaction."

"Well I have to admit it was quite powerful feeling, to kick a man in his testicles and watch him collapse to the ground. I think after this I'm going to be known as Dr Crushem. Hahaha!" She returned the smile and scanned Wesley with her tricorder. "According to this he's in extreme agony, on a level even greater than childbirth."

Dr Crusher and Counselor Troi both laughed at that.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe," said Beverly.

"Are you sure your tricorder is reading correctly?" asked Deanna. "Maybe you need to run a diagnostic on it."

"I seriously doubt that a little kick in the balls like that is more painful than childbirth for a woman," replied Beverly.

Wesley believed it though. This was the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life. He wished his mother had stuck to neutering tribbles.

"Please," he squeaked, "please mom...please give me a hypo spray for the pain"

"Wesley, you know that would defeat the purpose of the experiment. You'll be fine, after a fashion. We'll just wait until you can stand up again," replied his mother.

It turns out they waited a good while for Wesley to "man up" and get up off the floor.

"I want to take a tricorder reading as the next strike to his testicles happens. Deanna would you mind kneeing Wesley in the balls while I scan?" asked Beverly.

Deanna couldn't believe her luck...or Wesley's. "I would be honored to knee him in his testicles." Deanna approached the young male and put one of her hands on his shoulder to steady herself. "I'm sensing that your son is attracted to me, and that attraction is making this even more embarrassing and humiliating for him. He isn't sure how he's ever going to be able to look either of us in the eyes again after this." Deanna may have been half Betazoid, but she knew Wesley was 100% Betamale. He would never command a starship. He'd be lucky to move up above the rank of ensign. Poor Wesley, she thought. But that thought also made her even more heated between her thighs, especially knowing one of those thighs was about to hurt this young man she had watched grow up in his sexual organs. Her own sex organs throbbed in rhythm with Wesley's still aching gonads.

"That's an interesting observation, Deanna," said Beverly. "So the male appears to be impaired psychologically for a much longer time than he is physically from a blow to his testes."

"Yes I would say so," added Deanna. "What I'm picking up on is a permanent decrease in Wesley's self-esteem as a direct result of you kicking him in the tribbles."

They both laughed.

"Alright Deanna, I'm ready. Go ahead and knee Wesley REALLY hard."

Deanna slowly lifted her knee, practicing her aim. She left her kneecap snuggled up between Wesley's legs, his balls resting on her leg. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and Deanna swore she would orgasm soon. Oh that look. The power she had over her friend's son was intoxicating. She lowered her leg back down and then pistoned her knee back up as hard as she could, compressing Wesley's eggs up against his body. His eyes bulged out from the sockets and his hands went to cup his groin, but his hands couldn't reach his boy bits because Deanna's knee was still planted firmly in his crotch. The soft tight fitting bodysuit did nothing to protect Wesley's balls, and Deanna could feel them squishing against her knee.

"Excellent!" shouted Beverly. "I got a really good reading that time."

Deanna lowered her leg and watched Wesley as his eyes locked with hers and he warbled in a soprano song as he slowly slid to the ground, his hands finally able to nurse his two tiny human testicles.

"This is fun. What's next?" asked Deanna.

"For our next test we'll need to go over to the holodeck. I have a program prepared that will really test Wesley's testicular limits," stated Beverly casually, oblivious to her son's whimpering.

* * *

Once Wesley was able to stand they all went to the holodeck and Beverly explained the next test.

"So a human female can only kick so hard. There are species out there in the galaxy that have much more strength than your ordinary Starfleet officer. I think it's wise to test the limits of the human male reproductive capacity to protect itself and stand up to extreme abuse," she said.

"Well that sounds logical. After all, they don't make Starfleet regulation protective cups for our officers and it would seem like a major weakness to the Federation...all the balls," replied Deanna.

"Computer...load Crusher program NUT CRACKER," called out Beverly to the ever-present and ever-listening computer.

There was a slight sizzle of the air and standing before them was a VERY large chested Amazonian Klingon female warrior. Her skin was the color of bronze and her boobs the size of cantaloups. Wesley was captivated by how enormous her breasts were and how generously they busting out of the top of her armor. What Beverly and Deanna noticed were the strong legs of the Klingon woman standing before them, and especially her boots. They looked like they belonged on a medieval suit of armor, encased in metal...except on the top of the boots were what looked like rhinoceros horns, also of metal. Deanna's pussy tingled even more and she was sure at this point that everyone could see the wet spot that was surely defiling the front of her uniform.

"Program loaded," stated the computer coldly.

"Okay Wesley. Go stand in front of the Klingon for me so she can ball kick you," said his mother.

"But mom, Klingons are ruthless warriors, even the women. There's no way I could stand up to one of her kicks," he said with a bit of panic in his voice.

"You aren't supposed to stand up to it Wesley. I'm here to monitor your pain and resilience...the resilience of your balls."

"I'm sensing a great deal of fear from Wesley. More so than when it was just you or I kicking his balls. He's feeling very emasculated right now, and he's concerned that he might lose one of both of his testes," stated Deanna clinically after interpreting Wesley's emotions.

"Emasculated. That's fascinating," said his mother. "Who would have thought you could totally break a man's will just by kicking him in the nuts!"

"It's a very common fear among men of all races...not just humans," said Deanna.

"Well hop to it Wesley. We don't have all day. That's an ORDER young man!" commanded his mother with a grin.

Wesley stood uncertainly in front of the Klingon woman, strangely turned on by this domineering female warrior that was about to ballbust him.

"Wesley is feeling aroused. He's turned on by the image of a strong woman. Even though he fears for his testicles and what this woman will do to them, he feels his rightful place is under her boot," clarified Deanna.

Wesley hated that she was telepathic. It turned up his shame a hundred fold to have her speak out loud his private feelings and translate them into his darkest thoughts...all in front of his mother. How humiliating for his mother to know he desired strong domineering women, regardless of what they do to him.

"Computer, start program," said Beverly.

There was a chirp and the Klingon stepped forward and kicked Wesley in the balls with the toe of her lethal looking boot. Wesley gasped sharply and stood up on his tiptoes, not that it would make any difference. But then nothing happened. Wesley exhaled and looked at the hologram. Of course it didn't hurt. It was a hologram. He even managed a little smile.

Beverly slapped herself on the forehead. "Silly me. Computer, deactivate holodeck safety protocols and rerun program."

Wesley's eyes grew wide in terror.

"Holodeck safety protocols disabled," stated the computer.

Deanna's pussy started gushing nectar.

And then the Klingon once again kicked Wesley in the nuts. This time though her kick connected with a solid thump, and Wesley was lifted by more than his tiptoes as the warrior's boot lifted him a good 12 inches off the ground.

He collapsed immediately and started throwing up, much to the disgust of the holographic Klingon.

"Computer, end program," ordered Beverly.

The Klingon disappeared and Beverly, Deanna, and the vomiting Wesley were left alone on the holodeck. Deanna mused on the symmetry of Wesley throwing up matching her own body expelling liquids thru her vagina. Wesley was out of pain, and for her it was out of pleasure.

"That...was amazing," she finally managed to say.

"Yes! That Klingon was really effective, don't you think? I'm not even sure Wesley still has balls after a kick like that."

Beverly took another tricorder analysis of her son. "If I'm reading this correctly, both balls are still intact but...oh my Deanna..."

Deanna's pussy was becoming sore from the need to orgasm. "Oh my...what Beverly? What's wrong with his balls?"

"Well she apparently kicked them up into his body. Wesley's balls are both stuck up inside of his pelvis!" Beverly seemed more excited than concerned. "This is great news. These test results are going to make for a fascinating thesis."

Deanna was even more turned on to hear her friend express how "great" it was that her own son's balls had been kicked up into his throat, almost literally. She looked down at the squealing Wesley. "So how do we get the balls back?"

"I should be able to yank them back down into his scrotum provided some of the spermatic cord is still hanging down into his sack. It's a simple enough procedure."

* * *

They had Wesley transported directly to sickbay, as he was too crippled to get there on his own despite his urgent need for medical attention. Deanna watched with eagerness as Beverly unzipped the fly of Wesley's uniform and snaked her hand inside.

"Yep there's one of the cords..." she stated. "Now just a little tug..."

Deanna heard a "schlorp" sound as Beverly pulled the first nut back into place. She then found the second spermatic cord and with a "schlump" it joined it's twin back in the "safety" of Wesley's gonad pouch.

Wesley was once again trilling sharply like the frightened tribbles, grateful his balls were still balls but also very aware now of his inherent weakness as a man. The human race had defeated poverty, hunger, and war on planet earth, but it hadn't fixed the urge of a woman to occasionally put a man in his place by kicking his balls. His mother had given him a hypo spray that allowed him to get up and walk, but did nothing to alleviate the pain. He stood there facing his mother and Counselor Troi, finally noticing the wet spot and camel toe between Troi's thighs. Was she getting turned on by this?

Deanna of course picked up on Wesley's realization that she was turned on watching him have his nuts crushed. He didn't have to be telepathic to know what the sweet wet spot on her uniform meant, or her hard nipples clearly visible through her top. This was one observation that she didn't share with Dr Crusher though.

"Now just for one last thing..." started Beverly.

"Mom...no!"

"I've always wanted to know what this would do..."

And with that Dr Beverly Crusher whipped out a phaser and shot her own son right in the nuts. She held the beam there, baking his balls for a few moments longer than what was really necessary, but her motherly instinct was tossed aside in the excitement of the moment.

She finally took her finger off the trigger and Wesley toppled over onto his side, drooling from the corner of his mouth, eyes crossed, and silent except for a wheeze so high on the sound spectrum that it could mostly only be heard by dogs.

"Oops," said Beverly. "I thought I had that on stun."

And then Deanna finally orgasmed.

"I wonder if the replicator could replicate Wesley a new set of balls to replace the ones I just vaporized," mused Beverly with a smile.

Deanna orgasmed again. Some things were better than chocolate.

The Pool Party

The Pool Party

By Caligula

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Jenna was having a little backyard poolside get-together for herself and her girlfriends. Her son, Troy, was acting as their cabana boy for the day...serving drinks and snacks, fetching dry towels when needed, and even applying lotion. That last bit he didn't mind. Not one bit. The only issue was his mom and her friends were hot as fuck, and he enjoyed rubbing his hands all over their oily bodies too much.

The women were currently in the pool playing around and getting silly, splashing each other and laughing. One of the women, Jasmine, wanted to kick it up a notch.

"Come on you bitch!" said Jasmine to Jenna. Her tone was playful, despite using the word bitch. "Shoulder wars!"

The women clapped as Emma called out.

"Me and Jasmine!"

"I'll partner up with Becky!" shouted Lara.

That only left Jenna. "Troy, get your ass in here! We're playing shoulder wars and I need a pony!"

Troy climbed into the pool and approached his mother as Jasmine climbed onto Emma's shoulders and Becky mounted Lara. 

"Kneel down Troy so I can get on your shoulders," said his mother with a giggle. Troy got on his knees in the shallow end of the pool and his mother approached him from the front. She was wearing a tiny blue bikini that was too small for her huge tits, and his eyes travelled from her boobs down to her barely covered snatch. Her hips moved from side to side as she walked slowly towards him, causing her bikini bottom to sway back and forth like a hypnotist waving a shiny bauble.

Jenna reached her son and stood before him, his face inches from her bikini-covered vagina. She was so close that his eyes were crossed in their attempt to focus. She looked down at him for a few seconds, momentarily considering mounting his shoulders backwards like this. That would certainly make for an interesting game of shoulder wars, she thought. Ultimately she decided against such a brazen move.

"Turn around, Troy. I can't wrap my legs around your head with you facing this direction."

Troy gulped and was glad for the cold water, as it was helping keep him from getting a boner. He reluctantly turned around and shivered as his mother wrapped first one leg and then the other around his neck, squeezing her thighs together tightly as her cooch came to rest against the back of Troy's head. She let her legs dangle in front of him and hooked her ankles together to help her stay in place.

"Up little pony!" she commanded with a playful giggle.

Troy rose up carefully, uncertain of his balance and not wanting to fall.

"Come on pony...prance for me," Jenna said.

The other women watched and laughed as Troy, hesitantly at first but then with more vigor as he became more certain of his footing, started to trot around the pool like a pony with his mother in the saddle and telling him where to go.

"Turn right pony. Turn left pony. Faster pony!" she called as she giggled.

The bouncing up and down on Troy's shoulders felt good. With each bounce her coochie rubbed up against the back of her son's head creating a satisfying rhythm.

"I think I want to ride the pony next," said Jasmine with an envious tone.

"Same here," said Lara.

"Winner gets the next pony ride!" shouted Emma.

Emma and Lara, with their riders Jasmine and Becky, advanced on Jenna and Troy. The goal of the game was to knock the rider off their pony's shoulders and into the pool water. Last couple standing was the winner. As the three pairs came together there was squeals of laughter from the women as they all fought to unseat the other riders.

Becky and Lara were the first to go down, more so because of Lara's poor balance rather than anything done by the remaining two pairs. Jenna and Jasmine locked hands, laughing as they each tried to knock the other from atop their pony. Water splashed everywhere as Troy and Emma struggled to not fall over. 

Rather than hooking her legs under Troy's arms and bracing her feet behind him for leverage like Jasmine had done with Emma, Jenna's feet dangled in front of Troy crossed at the ankles and were swinging to and fro. Troy's height and his mother's long legs made it so her feet were positioned directly in front of his groin as the women grappled. Then Jasmine got a good shove against Jenna, and Jenna would have fallen had she not shoved her bare heels backwards into her son's body for support...right into his balls.

Troy let out an 'oompf' as his mother's heels were grinding into his nuts. No one paid him any attention though as they were focused on the battle royale happening atop his and Emma's shoulders. The women all laughed as Jenna and Jasmine grabbed at each other, occasionally squeezing the other's boobs as the latched on trying not to be shaken free and dumped into the water.

Jenna's crossed feet kicked wildly and she kept slamming her heels into Troy's balls over and over. He wasn't sure if she was aware she was kicking him, or if she was just too wrapped up in winning her contest against Jasmine to take notice. Either way her feet kept swinging back and blasting him in the balls with a steady beat, like the hammer of a clock striking the gong as the clock chimes noon. Troy was starting to feel sick as his mother's feet kicked and kicked.

Jenna then made a bold move to get the upper hand and as she rammed her feet into Troy's balls for what felt like the 50th time and kept them pressed there. She then leaned forward and used his nutsack for leverage as she raised herself up, digging her heels into his balls and almost standing on them as she fought with Jasmine.

"I've got the high ground bitch!" Jenna yelled between fits of laughter; her son's sexual organs being squished under her feet.

Troy thought for sure he'd throw up if his mother didn't move her feet soon. Could she not feel his balls thru the loose fabric of his swim trunks? She was totally squashing them! Jenna's feet then slipped, allowing Troy's balls to regain their normal shape and causing Jenna to return to her seat around his neck.

"Well I've got the low ground bitch!" shouted Jasmine playfully in return.

Jasmine loosened her legs from behind Emma and brought them forward, and then kicked Troy hard in the balls with her instep.

Troy let out a loud bellow and toppled over, dumping his mother into the water and losing the game. Jenna popped back up quickly, laughing hard.

"Hey!" she shouted. "You kicked my pony in the balls! Who said nutshots were allowed?"

"You never said nutshots WEREN'T allowed," teased Jasmine in return.

All of the women were laughing as Troy hobbled over to the side of the pool, holding his balls and facing away from everyone so they couldn't see his embarrassment.

Emma pointed at Troy. "I think your pony's a gelding now. Hahaha!"

Jenna looked over at her son as he held himself and tried to fight the pain and she laughed some more.

"I guess a gelding has their uses...better behaved...easier to control," said Jenna with a mischievous grin.

"Improves the gene pool," added Becky with a snicker.

"It will definitely make him better at shoulder wars," laughed Lara.

Jenna kept smiling. "At least Jasmine won't be able to cheat again by kicking his balls if he's a gelding."

"Hey I didn't cheat! Kicking your pony in the nuts isn't cheating!" responded Jasmine through her musical sounding laughter.

The women got out of the pool and went to sit in their barstools around the tall patio table, leaving troy alone in the pool to nurse his family jewels. After a few minutes his mother called out to him.

"Troy...after you find your balls be a dear and get us some drinks will you?" she asked with obvious amusement.

Troy slowly dragged himself out of the pool and went to the little tiki bar they had in their backyard and made everyone a frozen fruity drink filled with alcohol, rum, and topped with little toothpick umbrellas. He gingerly made his way over to the women, making the short hike back and forth to the bar a few times as he brought each woman their drink and returned to grab another. His mother was the last to receive hers and Troy stood before her, extending his arm to give her the pina colada in his hand. His eyes lingered once again on her swimsuit and her body. Little beads of water glistened on her skin and rolled down her body as gravity carried the droplets across her curves and between her tits.

Jenna sat there on her barstool with her legs crossed and had definitely noticed her son's eyes seemed to be stuck on her breasts. I can't really blame him, she thought. My tits ARE really awesome. But still...

What neither Troy nor Jenna noticed was Jasmine sneaking up behind Jenna with her own frozen drink in hand. As Jenna sat there amused by her son being so mesmerized by her body, Jasmine reached around and dumped the contents of her icy drink right between Jenna's perky boobs. The cold beverage caused Jenna to shriek and thrust her leg out, and she ended up kicking Troy square in his balls with her bare foot.

Jenna lept out of her chair, shivering. "Oh you bitch!" she said with a smile and a laugh, appreciating the joke.

Troy let out a bellow that sounded like a bull mooing as he slowly started to fall to the ground.

Oh shit my drink, thought Jenna! She quickly reached out and took her pina colada from Troy's trembling hand as he continued to moan and gradually fall. His gaze went from Jenna's eyes, to her breasts, and finally to her bikini bottom as his slow descent brought him in line with each of these highlights of his mother's body.

All five of the women laughed as Jenna shoved Jasmine backwards into the pool, and then grabbed a towel to wipe off the frozen drink from her sexy body. No one really seemed to care that Troy had been kicked in the balls again; not even his mother.

"Holy shit that drink was cold!" shouted Jenna. "I'll get you back Jasmine...don't worry!"

Jasmine surfaced from the water, flipping her wet hair from front to back and lifting herself out of the pool looking very much like she was a model in a beer commercial.

"What was cold was how you kicked your son in the nuts. Hahaha!" said Jasmine.

Jenna laughed along with her, looking down briefly at Troy as he rocked back and forth on the ground moaning. The other women chuckled as well, especially as Lara kicked her own foot high into the air in imitation of Jenna, followed by Becky doing an impression of Troy by groaning loudly, crossing her eyes, and grabbing her crotch while hunching over.

"Oh now come on ladies," said Jenna through her giggles. "It was just a kick in the balls. He'll be fine. You all know how guys like to overreact when kicked in the family jewels."

Jasmine refreshed her own drink since Troy wasn't moving from his spot on the concrete patio, and the ladies took their seats again. The ladies spent the next couple hours chit chatting with each other as Troy whimpered on the ground surrounded by their feet and toes.

Jenna occasionally glanced down at her son, amused that he was still down there clutching his gonads after so much time had passed. I must have really kicked his balls hard. I'll have to let him rub some oil on me to make it up to him.

Jasmine had similar thoughts. "Time for a tan! Do you think your son can swallow his nuts back down long enough to oil us up?"

Jenna smiled down at him and poked his cheek with her big toe. "What do you say, Troy? I need some baby oil rubbed on," she teased him. "Help me out?"

Jenna extended the bottle of baby oil towards him. That got Troy's attention and he managed to get to his knees, and with great difficulty was finally able to stand...although he was bowed slightly at the waist and knees.

"Do me first," said Jenna.

She stood there smiling innocently and Troy squeezed the bottle of baby oil so hard the cap popped off and a stream of oil squirted out the top. The symbolism wasn't lost on the women and Jenna raised an eyebrow as she looked at him as if to say "really?"

Troy recovered his composure and poured a generous amount of the slippery liquid into his free hand. He placed the bottle down and walked up behind his mom and started to apply the liquid all over her back, working his way down to her buttocks and legs. He then moved to her front and picked up the bottle of oil, but was stopped by Jenna.

"I'll take it from here, little pony." She didn't feel THAT bad about kicking his nuts. Troy watched as his mother squirted the slick liquid all over her tits and rubbed it in, moving down her abdomen, in between her thighs and even getting her fingers slightly under the bikini bottom to make sure she didn't miss a spot, and down her legs. Her body glistened in the sun, and she wondered if Troy's balls were as blue as her bikini. Or maybe they were just black and blue after getting bruised by her foot. Either way it was funny.

"My turn!" said Jasmine while adjusting her bikini top.

Troy looked over his shoulder at her incredible body and was super eager to get started. Maybe Jasmine would let him do her front, unlike his mom. Jenna reached down and grabbed the bottle of oil to hand to him, but her hand was super greasy from all the oil and as Troy turned to face her the bottle shot out of her hand like a rocket and nailed him right in the nads.

He bent over and squeaked, sounding like a squeezed dog toy, and his face contorted into a grimace. Jenna laughed first followed by her friends.

"Sorry Troy," she said without sounding too sorry. "You didn't need that ball, did you?" She laughed.

Too injured to help, Troy could only watch as his mother's hot friends took turns oiling each other up like some sort of 1980's teen sex comedy film. He spent the rest of his afternoon limping around the patio, serving cheese and crackers to the women, and preparing drinks. He watched their shimmering bodies as the sparkled in the sun, their oiled-up bodies reflecting the sunlight and making each of them look like some sort of mythical goddess.

None of them really cared that he continued to limp due to them busting his balls, and just ignored his lopsided walk like it was normal. After all, they couldn't know how much it hurt so they just disregarded it. When he wasn't serving the women he sat behind the bar holding an icepack on his nuts and just watched them sunbathe. He especially kept looking at his mom, replaying in his mind how she stood in front of him in the pool before she climbed onto his shoulders. He supposed it was worth getting his balls busted in exchange for that view. He just wished they hadn't busted his balls as many times as they did.

Jenna had a final surprise for her friends when she pulled out a bottle of chilled champagne.

"Troy honey, bring over some glasses for us," she said.

Troy did as instructed and stood in front of his mother and her friends as she struggled to release the cork from the bottle. Jenna twisted and pulled but the cork just wouldn't come free. She gave one last yank and with a loud POP the cork came out of the bottle like a bullet and they all watched as it shot Troy in the balls.

Rather than a deep moo sound like he made earlier, he now sang a different tune, mostly in soprano. He sang a lovely operatic solo as he stood there in shock.

Champagne gushed out of the end of the bottle in a tiny explosion causing the women to scramble to fill their glasses.

"I guess your son won't be having a good a time as this bottle of bubbly is," laughed Jasmine, referring to the bottle of champagne looking like it was having an orgasm as the alcohol spewed from the tip due to too much pressure.

The girls all thought that was funny, especially Jenna. She looked at Troy, who was now on his knees and still belting out a world-class high-pitched vibrato. She wondered for a moment what that must have felt like, taking a champagne cork to the nuts at high velocity, and then realized it didn't matter.

"Maybe he needs a little alcohol to take the edge off," suggested Emma wickedly.

Jenna thought about it for a moment as she watched her son topple onto his side.

"My balls...my balls," he cried.

"I don't think so," said Jenna. "Champagne doesn't seem to agree with him."

They all laughed.