A Single Kick

[Joe S]

The man stood, facing the woman. His eyes took in her graceful curves, they way her satin bra created deep cleavage and her panties hugged the sensual arc of her hips. He saw the toned muscles of her thighs and calves, accentuated by her strappy heels. She was certainly a male’s fantasy of femininity, in underwear and high heels. He marveled at her auburn hair and how it stood out in stark contrast with her milky smooth skin. She had full lips that she made into a small smile and her eyes were sultry and seductive.

He could feel the blood rushing to his penis and made no effort to stop it from sprouting up against his boxer-briefs. His testicles hung large in the pouch of his underwear. He let his arms dangle from broad shoulders, willing himself to relax. His well-defined abs tensed and then eased as he exhaled a deep breath.

He watched her smile grow as he did.

As she motioned with a hand, he obediently spread his legs wider, watching her size him up. He waited anxiously for her to spring into action. He let himself feel the heaviness of his testicles and wondered about the forthcoming pain. He anticipated how her foot would feel as it drove his balls into his pelvis. He yearned to have her bring him to his knees in a way that a woman should. He wanted to experience her power and understand his weakness.

As she cued him to spread his legs wider, her gaze intensified, sizing up the exact place she was going to kick. She saw the bulge of his cock grow and she wiggled her hips in an unconscious effort to help it along. Following the path of his eyes, she inhaled deeply, causing her breasts to rise as well. She let them bounce lightly with a sharp exhale and saw that his erection had cleared a path to his balls.

She was about to crush his testicles. She knew it. He knew it. And yet, his eyes displayed a ravenous hunger for her body, focused only on his male desire to fuck her, utterly unconcerned with the pain he was about to endure. Her grin widened and she relished the thought of how she was manipulating him so easily. Oh greedy eyes, she thought, you’ll be showing fear in a minute. And then pain.

In her mind she saw it, the way he tensed as she drew back her leg, the anxious gulp as she swung it forward. And then she could feel it: the hard smack of her foot connecting with his balls, the weight of his muscular body as her kick lifted him off his feet and then the small pain shooting up her foot, a price she gladly paid knowing his pain was so much greater. And then the fall, she thought, her favorite part. Her eyes gleamed and danced with the anticipation.

He felt his cock grow as he watched her ass shaking, going nearly slack-jawed when she bounced her boobs; he could almost feel the soft weight of them in his hands. He wanted her, like an animal, and he couldn’t stop himself from leering. He saw her eyes come alive, unleashing beauty like he had never seen. Had he ever wanted anything more, he wondered. And I could take her, like candy from a baby.

Suddenly, she sprang into action, swinging her leg back in a long arc, extending her arms for balance. His mind snapped back to reality as he realized what was about to happen. The leer on his lips disappeared and his face went ashen and his eyes grew large. Everything inside him screamed to close his legs or jump back, but he realized he needed this and forced them to remain open. In just a few short seconds he had gone from appreciating her as a woman – a person, to ogling her like a piece of meat. He needed her to break his balls, to purge him of his careless thoughts.

The woman stood facing the man, his large frame making hers look even more petite and vulnerable. She drew back her leg and kicked him in the balls.

As she drove her foot deep into the V of his legs, a feminine grunt escaped from the force of her kick. She only heard the satisfying smack as she smashed his sack. His testicles compressed against his pelvis but did not cushion the top of her foot and she felt the small burst of pain up her leg. Her follow through lifted him several inches off the ground and then her foot came back to earth. She steadied herself and watched. She didn’t want to miss a thing.

Though his feet hit the ground, he didn’t stay standing. A second loud smack punctuated the air as his knees hit the ground. She saw it in slow motion. She heard him moan and gurgle almost immediately, as his feet hit the ground. His face went red and she was able to catch a glimpse of raw fear before his eyes squeezed shut. In one fluid motion his body sank to its knees as his arms moved reflexively to clutch his balls. She loved the drop. She loved bringing a man to his knees, the way it cut him down to size. Who towered over who now, she thought.

She watched him rock back and forth on his knees, head dropped down, hands holding himself. He moaned and coughed; tears leaked from his eyes. His agony was apparent and she hoped his balls hurt even worse. She hoped they burned and ached, radiating pain that wracked his whole being.

He closed his eyes just before her foot connected, but not before he saw the intense concentration of her furrowed brow and focused eyes. He knew she was not holding back and that she intended to hurt him badly. Then he felt the crunching of his nuts, a feeling of weightlessness as she drove him off the ground. He didn’t feel himself drop to his knees or the tears escaping the corners of his eyes. He only felt as if his testicles might explode, the gut-wrenching, twisting agony pulsing from his loins. He wanted to scream, but only moans and gagging came out.

He clutched desperately at his balls, trying fruitlessly to stop the spreading pain. Seconds felt like hours and he feared the torturous sensation might never subside. He could only think, my balls, oh my god, my balls.

Finally, the initial shockwave passed and he was able to take deeper and deeper breaths. Still cradling his tender testes, he slowly raised his bowed head and opened his eyes. He saw her standing over him, letting her full breasts hang in front of his face. It felt like she was taunting him with her womanly charms. And she had every right to, he realized. She was standing and he was not. She looked calm and collected while he rocked on his knees, in utter agony. She held the power and he must accept his helplessness.

He looked at her with humble eyes that spoke of his newfound respect for her. She smiled, her eyes showing concern, but no sympathy. She leaned in closer and cupped his chin gently, looking directly into his eyes. He wanted her more than just moments before, only now he understood she was not his for the taking. He was hers.

As she held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes, she was pleased to see the broken look in them. She held his gaze, enjoying the respect he granted that she commanded.

“You are indeed a man,” she said. “A real man. You let a girl break your balls and crush your ego. I hope your balls hurt tremendously and I hope the pain lasts for a long, long time. And I hope every time you see a woman, you imagine her kicking your balls, and that you relive this pain all over again. The respect and humility I see in your eyes tells me you will, and I know that your masculinity will give you the courage to accept it if she does kick you. A man is strong when he takes the pain a woman gives him with a hard kick in the balls.”

With that, she took her hand from his face and, mercifully, let him crumble to the ground and into a fetal position. He lay there rocking, still feeling the pain, still clutching his balls, curled up at her feet. And she was content to watch him hurt.