Basketballs Busted

Basketballs busted, by Kristen Bananas on September 25, 2013

i am not usually comfortable posting a story like this for everyone to see but this one is just too good to keep to myself.  :)  

Okay, so my bf's family is pretty close on one side and there are a few cousins that I see at his parent's house or other family functions a few times a year.  one of them is a younger cousin named Sarah, who is 18 in high school.  Sarah is a pretty girl, who is a little tall for her age and skinny.  She is somewhat of an athlete and plays soccer and has tried field hockey and other sports.  She is a sweetheart, but can be a little shy and I really want her to gain some self confidence.  Sarah saw me ball tap my bf once and I could tell by the look in her eye that she seemed intrigued.  it wasn't a very hard tap, but it was enough to make him double over and let out a quick moan.  she said, "I can't believe you just did that!" and I asked her why?  I tried to explain to her that it is her right to hit boys in the balls when they are being rude or disrespectful.  she smiled but said she couldn't do that.  I didn't want to give up on her but didn't want to make her uncomfortable either, so I let it go until the next time I saw her.  but we ended up at the same point.

but then came along this weekend and the perfect storm!  lol.  I knew that we would be seeing Sarah this weekend at my bf's parent's house for a get-together.  Also, my bf had done a couple of things that really, really annoyed me.  And to top it all off, Sarah's boyfriend had cheated on her with one of her friends and they had broken up.  I told her that she should really kick her ex in the nuts, and she said, "i know".  I was happy for her.  We had a little discussion about male vulnerability and I convinced her to take a practice bust on my bf.  she giggled and shook her head, but I could tell she was interested.  I asked one more time and she said, "are you sure?".  Of course I was.  and the best part was I already had a plan on how she could do it.  Sarah and my bf usually played a little basketball at his parent's house when the weather was nice.  Well, yesterday was a beautiful day and I told Sarah to challenge him to a game. I am not that great of an athlete and usually just watch.  Now keep in mind that my bf is almost double the size and age of Sarah. and he uses his physical strength to his advantage when they play, specifically he puts his back to her and almost pushes her to get close to the basket.  it annoys me, because it doesn't seem fair.  but he always tells me that he is trying to toughen her up.  okay big guy. 

so, his family had all different stuff set up for the party, including a volleyball net, grills, etc.  my bf finished playing a game of volleyball and that is when Sarah challenged him to a game of basketball, which he accepted with a smile (he wouldn't have been smiling if he knew how it was going to end up).  lol. The basketball pole is located in their driveway, which is on the side of their house away from most of the people. That was a good thing because I am sure Sarah would not have been comfortable doing any nut-cracking in front of a crowd.  Sarah and I had talked about the best way to get him, with a little advice from a friend, and decided it should either be a sneaky knee when they are facing each other trying to grab the basketball or a swift kick between the legs when he had his back to her and trying to push her around. We decided that the kick was the way to go.

so the game started and my bf let Sarah have the ball first.  my bf was acting all cocky and not really trying to stop her and let her take a shot, which she hit!  She was happy and she got the ball again.  This team tried harder and managed to steal the ball from her.  He scored a basket and had a big smile on his face. He got the ball again, and this time he turned his back to her and was doing his butt pushing move to get close to the basket.  I made eye contact with Sarah and knew this was her opportunity.  but she didn't do anything! I thought she was going to completely back out and my bf scored again.  He had a big smile on his face and it made me mad.  Why was he so proud of beating his little cousin in basketball?  So this time, when my boyfriend was dribbling the basketball back to where they started playing, I quietly told Sarah, "just think of Steve".  Steve was her ex.  and her demeanour changed.  she almost got a little bit of a scowl on her face and just then my bf started playing again and turned his back to her. 

and then it happened. It was so perfect because I was watching from the end of the garage so I was facing my bf and saw Sarah behind him.  Then I saw Sarah take a step back and everything was almost like in slow motion.  I saw Sarah's sneaker come up right between Joe's legs and absolutely smash his package. It was a perfect shot.  even better, he was wearing shorts because he was outside doing stuff all day and I doubt they offered very little protection.  at least that's what his reaction seemed to tell. lol.  Sarah's sneaker smashed into his balls and there was this strange "thwud" noise. his eyes completely bulged out and his hands quickly went to cover/protect his already pulverized nuts.  he stood perfectly still like that for a couple of seconds and we totally made eye contact.  he had a look on his face that was a combination of surprise, pain and a "help me" I am a lost puppy dog look.  it was priceless.  and then he just fell the ground.  and then there was the writhing and moaning.  he kept on making this, "oooohhhhh, ooooohhhhhh, oooohhhhhh" sound and was writhing around.  but the funny part that it was only his legs that were writhing around.  it was like he was trying to run or something while on the ground.  his back and his neck seemed to be a little arched back and his face was completely red.  and speaking of red faces, you should have seen Sarah! lol.  she also turned completely red, put her hand up to her mouth but also jumped up and down a couple of quick times and was like, "oh my god, oh my god".  I was worried she was going to feel bad or something, so I quickly wanted to reinforce her and told her, "great job Sarah!  what a perfect kick!"  she asked if he was going to be okay, and I said he will be fine and that it happens to guys all of the time.  the reality was, I probably should have told her that she didn't need to kick full strength, but it was obviously too late for that piece of advice.  lol.  my bf was on the ground and all of those muscles that he was using against her had turned to jelly, and along with his crushed balls was a crushed ego.

After a little bit, my boyfriend stopped writhing and I went over to give him a little comfort and rub his back.  he was definitely hurting pretty bad.  but I didn't want Sarah to feel bad, so I kept on fooling around with her and saying stuff like, " you really cracked his nuts good Sarah!  great job!" and laughing.  she seemed to be over the embarrassment and was in amazement of how effective her kick was.  and there was definitely a cute little smirk on her face.  My bf didn't seem to be able to speak very well.  he probably thought the worst was over but he was wrong.  because about a minute later, his aunt and other cousin came down to the driveway to get Sarah and let her know they were serving food.  of course when they got there, they saw me kneeling down next to my bf and Sarah standing over him, with him clutching his aching testicles.  She looked confused and asked what was going on.  I saw Sarah turn red again and I felt like she was about to tell her mom what exactly happened so I jumped in to save her and said the basketball bounced off of the basket and then hit my bf between the legs.  his aunt looked confused for about one more second and then she even smiled a little, I swear!  she was like, "oh okay, well then Sarah, go get him some ice from the fridge downstairs."  my bf didn't want ice, and attempted to say, "no, I don't need it" but his voice was too weak.  I heard him, but his aunt couldn't.  so Sarah left to get him some ice. his aunt told us to make sure he was okay and then we should come up to get some food when we were ready.  She then left and I heard his cousin asking his mom, "is he okay? is he okay?"  This was Sarah's little brother and he totally idolizes my bf.  he never saw him in such a weakened state. 

By the time Sarah got back my bf was able to talk, but seemed way too embarrassed to say much.  After a few minutes, we had to help him get to a couch in their downstairs to lie down for a little bit (he refused the ice).  It was pretty awkward on the walk over there, so I broke the ice with a little humor and told my bf that Sarah was just trying to toughen him up.  Sarah laughed, but my bf didn't.  he insisted that we leave him alone, so we left him on the couch, pretty much curled up with his knees almost to his chest.  

Sarah and I went back outside and bonded.  she told me she thought that was "so awesome" and she was going to definitely get her ex.  I was so happy to share a little lesson with her in girl power. 

So, I have an older brother (Who I won't name) who is 2 years older than me. Because of this he enjoyed to tease me whenever he could. So back whe I was 12 and he was 14, we were both downstairs in the living room as usual. We were watching tv earlier, but it turned into a 'tease-fest' and he was pulling my hair and overpowering me, just the usual stuff, I hated it. I was in quite an emotions state of puberty back then so I cried a bunch too.. (welp). But at one point he grew bored or something and went upstairs to shower. I just went back to watching tv, and I was finally having a breather. Like 10 minutes past and I could still hear him showering. The cartoon I was watching featured a guy, and that guy got kicked between the legs just then. He had the typical reaction, rolling around and whimpering. I laughed my butt off, it wasn't the first time I had seen it, but an idea came up inside my head. I wanted to try this out on brother-love!

So i snuck upstairs. I should let you know, we have a 3 story house. And when I got up I went hiding on our attic staircase. A couple of minutes later I heard the water stop. And heard him stepping out, and moments later he stepped out. He had only a towel around his waist and he walked into our walk-in closet. While he was rummaging around for underwear, I just snuck up behind him. I was so excited, I felt it in my stomach, my hands were shaking.. I was gonna do it! So when I stood behind him, I just kicked as hard as I possibly could right between the leg, he was wearing little protection, only a towel, and well... I got him good. I must have gotten lucky cause I remember distinctly feeling both balls get smashed! Even felt my big toe go up the towel and dig into one of his naked balls. I just stood there, hoping for something to happen, I mean I didnt know. All I knew that I got both of them and that it felt oddly satisfying feeling them flattening and bouncing back. And then it happened. He just crumbled down to the ground. Naked and crying at my feet. It felt like my mind was blown... a world opeend for me. I just laughed at him for about 5 minutes, I felt SOOO powerful. Ofcourse mom came up and told me not to do it again etc. But yeah, that was the first time :) It didn't get me wet or anything back then, but it was what got me interested in ballbusting :)

Barefoot Cheerleader

I had informed my cheerleader girlfriend that I had a severe foot fetish. She was more than pleased to oblige this fetish, as she really seemed to enjoy me kissing and licking her feet in every imaginable situation. However, as I was somewhat embarrassed by the more extreme side of this fetish, I was more reluctant to inform her of my great desire to have her torture my balls with her sexy bare feet.

As we were in high school at the time, parking was a major part of our relationship. Usually we would lie facing each other in the seat of my pickup as I worshipped her feet. I would always try to leave my balls as vulnerable as possible hoping she would catch on without me having to ask her to rack me. She did.

One night as I was "working" on her left instep, she placed her right foot squarely between my legs and began rocking her foot back and forth. What she didn't know was that my right testicle was positioned directly under her heel so as she rocked her foot she flattened my nut against my pelvis. I stopped licking her other foot and am sure that I had a look of ultimate fulfilment on my face. She must have noticed because she then placed her left foot in the same position and began to alternate the rocking. Seeing that I was obviously aroused, she stopped and looked deep into my eyes.

"What do you want me to do to your nuts?" I almost ruined my pants when she asked. There's something about a girl using the word "nuts" (especially when she has her foot in mine) that makes me go crazy.

I'm sure in the most schoolboy voice I replied, "Grab my ankles and flatten my nuts under your feet."

I had dreamed of being with this girl for about a year before we actually started going out, so when she pulled her feet from between my legs with a puzzled look on her face I almost died. But then a smile came to her face as she straightened up in the seat and told me to take of my pants. I couldn't believe that I was about to do this.

"Take off your pants," she repeated as if to say, "Come on, you wanted me to do this you chicken." I quickly stripped down to my underwear. Keep in mind that I had never been racked in any form before and certainly no girl had ever seen my jewels.

"Underwear too, I want to feel your bare balls under my feet when I bust them." I almost splooged again. I couldn't believe that she was actually looking forward to hurting me. Of course I knew that she really liked me or I wouldn't have followed her order so swiftly.

I don't know about you other "busted ones" but sitting spread-eagle and naked across from a sexy, fully clothed girl who is about to thrust her bare feet in to your nuts is the most erotic thing in the world to me. When she grabbed my ankles and pressed her cold bare foot against my balls I was in sheer ecstasy.

She sat there a few minutes looking at her bare foot in my nut-sack and then asked if I was ready. I could only nod. She straightened her leg and leaned back putting tremendous pressure on my crotch - mostly on my penis. Ironically, I wasn't that excited.

Seeing that my reaction was moderate, she moved her left foot between my legs readjusting as to make sure she had each of my balls under the middle of each foot. She leaned back again. Quite a bit of pain, but I had hurt myself more getting out of my truck with a tight pair of jeans on (you guys know what I mean). She shook her head in disbelief.

In a confused, playful voice she asked, "What do you want? Do you want me to push with my heels?!" I said yes. She released the pressure on my crotch and moved up in the seat.

With the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she pushed my balls to the top of my pelvis and then slid both bare feet up my scrotum trapping my balls under her heels. She used so much pressure to do this that it felt as though she were trying to push my nuts out the end of my sack. Still holding my nuts under her heels with her hands, she looked up at me with devilish smile and said, "This is gonna hurt."

" How hard do you want me to push?" she asked. Being really scared at this point, and not knowing how much pressure it would take to bust my balls, I said to this very athletic cheerleader with my balls under her heels,

"EASY!" (I know, I'm a wimp)

I have no idea what the hell her definition of "easy" was, but pain like I had never felt before shot to every inch of my body as she grabbed my ankles and straightened her legs. Wonderful! I had to grit my teeth. Seeing that I was enjoying this, after about a minute of holding me there she whispered in a seductive voice, "Harder?" I nodded.

As she was actually not applying too much pressure to cause even that much pain, she moved up in the seat again, repositioned my balls with her fingers, and grabbed each of my thighs. This scared the hell out of me because now she was pushing down directly on my nuts.

Looking right into my eyes, probably to see the reaction on my face to what she was about to do, she flexed her feet at the ankles and rolled forward in the seat. I swear that I could feel every indention in her bare heels as I thought she was about to bust my balls. She began to twist her heels into each nut causing the sweat to roll off my face from the intense pain.

When she asked me if I wanted her to push harder, I quickly grabbed her ankles to move her feet off my nuts. Without shouting or any excitement in her voice she said, "Move you hands." As soon as I followed orders, she asked again, "Harder?" I shook my head NO.

Slowly she reached out and grabbed my hands then placing them atop her feet again. She pushed harder. I thought I was about to pass out as she ground my nuts under her feet. I could not only feel the pressure she was putting on my nuts with her heels, but also the motion of each foot as I held tightly to her ankles.

"Look at my feet," she said. I watched as she applied even more pressure and twisting to my ever-flattening testicles. "I love you," she said.

She must have held me there for twenty minutes listening to me scream as she rolled my balls out from under her heels only to step on them again, grinding them back into my body. Then without a word, she pulled her feet away from my throbbing nuts and began to caress my lips with the ball of her left foot. I of course immediately grabbed my balls.

Having left me holding my sack in pain, and now with her foot in my mouth, she asked me, "Is that what you wanted?" I bit her toe.

My first rack

After a long period of foot worship, just as my testicles were beginning to stop throbbing after the previous nut-flattening episode, I paused for a few seconds to give my girlfriend a chance to ask, "What?" As this was my first time to experience some of my ball-busting fantasies, I replied point-blank, "Will you kick me in the nuts?" Without hesitating, she smiled and said yes.

I was extremely aroused, as she had no regard for the present pain in my groin, which she herself had just caused not 20 minutes earlier. Now she was more than willing to thrust her bare foot into my bare balls and cause me even more pain and humiliation. Needless to say, I did not hesitate to follow her orders as she put her feet together on the seat of my truck just inches away from my exposed jewels. With her hands on her knees and a most serious (still sexy) look on her face, she told me to get on all fours and spread my legs over her feet. I have often wanted to be able to move as fast as I did that night to get into that oh so vulnerable position . . . I never have.

She didn't just "wham" kick my balls. As my face was not too far from hers, she looked at me for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed me as if to say, "Thank you for wanting me so much that you're willing to let me kick your balls and humiliate you just so you can feel my touch." (that's what I was thinking, anyway) She lifted her left foot and held my testicles on top of her foot just behind Her toes. "How hard do you want me to kick you?" I remember her asking. I was quivering from fright or amazement maybe; it was mid November yet sweat was rolling off my body. I had never been racked before and yet I told her that how hard she would kick was up to her. She pronated her foot behind my balls and pulled her knee just under my chin, thus pulling my balls away from my body.

"Do I hold them out and kick them," she asked. I was too vulnerable. I had no idea what she was planning to do or how hard she was planning to do it. If she used her right foot to deliver a thrusting kick to my scrotum while still holding her foot behind my balls, she would smash them into her left instep. I could just imagine my balls being busted between her bare feet. If she delivered a front kick, no matter how hard the thrust, the impact would be tremendous. She had stretched my scrotum toward my abdomen like squeezing toothpaste from the bottom of the tube. Just the pain she was causing while holding me there caused me to wince. The possibilities were wonderfully erotic but fear took over and I answered, "No, just kick me."

I was watching her legs at this time as I could only feel her bare feet positioning my nuts for the strike. I glanced down between my legs as she lowered her left foot and raised her right foot gently under my balls slowly caressing them with the length of her foot.

"Is my foot cold?" she asked. Before I could answer, she lifted my chin with her hand bringing my eyes to the same plane as hers.

"Look at me," she said. It seemed like an eternity staring into her gentle brown eyes. I felt her lower her foot from between my trembling legs and then felt the explosion as she thrust her bare foot into my balls with what seemed like all the force she could muster in the short distance between my nuts and the vinyl seat of my pickup.

The blow was sufficient to double me over atop her legs. I had fallen to the seat with my throbbing testicles resting on the knee of her right leg. Even amidst the excruciating pain, her cool skin felt wonderful against my balls. She didn't move for a few minutes. She didn't say anything. She simply ran her fingers through my hair as she listened to me whimper. Then just as gently as the first time, she lifted my chin bringing my face close to hers. "Look at me."

As I straightened myself to gaze into her eyes again, she ran her left foot down the center of my chest resting it in the bend between my thigh and abdomen. She straightened her leg pushing my body away from her as if to set up a target. With her right foot, she spread my knees apart which I had closed just seconds after the first kick. She removed her hand from my chin this time and let it fall to the thigh of her right leg. I have never seen a more seductive smile than the one I gazed upon as she thrust her foot into my balls again, this time with even more force.

There was no rest period after the second kick. She stood me up in the seat again, this time grabbing both my arms just below my shoulders and racking my balls at least five or six times before I managed to roll myself into the floorboard. After just a little while, she pulled me back onto the seat and positioned me once again, my balls vulnerable above her bare feet.

"Can I kick your balls again?" she asked seriously. Even though I could feel the pain from my nuts in my teeth, I said yes. I wanted her to know that as long as she and I were together, she could do to me whatever she wanted, especially since she had more than fulfilled my deepest fantasies.

She lifted her right foot just behind my balls and pulled me toward her. She placed her hand on the side of my face and leaned up to kiss me. As she leaned back against the door, she smiled and said, "Another night."