An Old Girlfriend, Part II

By the time they got back to the apartment, Ryan still wasn’t feeling any relief from the pain emanating from between his legs. As Rebecca opened the front door and helped him to the couch, he started feeling a little worried. Usually, when Rebecca kicked him in the balls the pain subsided to at least moderate or even mild discomfort after 15 minutes. Since she had been very generous lately when it came to busting his balls, he had a pretty good gauge of how much pain there should be and how long it should last.

He collapsed on the couch with a forearm over his eyes and his other hand in his groin. Rebecca left him there as she fetched yet another bag of ice. Ryan considered that the pain might be lingering longer because he’d taken two solid kicks in less than 24 hours, but still, it had been at least 45 minutes at this point.

“You don’t look so good,” Rebecca observed as she stood over him with the bag of ice.

“Ya think?” The retort was accented with a grimace.

“Hey, don’t be smart,” she admonished. “I only want to help you feel better now.” She began pulling off his shoes before undoing his belt and helping him out of his pants.

“Wow,” Rebecca’s eyes grew big as she pulled down his boxers. “They look a little larger than usual.”

Ryan looked down and saw, much to his chagrin, that indeed his testes had gone from regular sized eggs to Grade A jumbo eggs. He also noted that they were very bruised, and had turned to a deep maroon in color.

Rebecca knelt down and put a hand on his forehead, sweeping the hair from his brow. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth while letting her full breasts rest against his chest. Setting the ice bag on the couch, she gently moved the length of his dick out of the way so she could apply the ice directly to his swollen nuts.

“You must be in some serious pain,” she said when her actions failed to get even the slightest rise from him. She placed his hand underneath her breast letting him feel its heaviness, something she knew was guaranteed to get him hard. But nothing happened.

“You wouldn’t believe,” he said, realizing that even Rebecca’s big boobs in his hand couldn’t take his mind off the pain. “I feel like dying. I just wish I could pass out.”

“Do you mean that?” She asked, an idea springing to mind. “I think I could make that happen.”

Her tone scared him a little, but he was at the end of his rope. “Yes. Just make it stop.”

In a flash she had her left hand noosed around the top of his sac, squeezing his testicles tight. She didn’t want to give him a chance to wimp out.

Ryan gripped the side of the sofa and closed his eyes, wishing he had something to bite down on. If her idea didn’t work, he really might die on the spot.

Seeing Ryan brace himself, Rebecca balled up her small fist and punched his balls as hard as she could.

Ryan heard the flat thwack as her fist smashed his trapped testes and then everything went black.

Rebecca was nearly thrown from the sofa as Ryan bucked wildly as her fist connected with his balls. But after one spasm, he went limp, completely out cold. Her plan had worked.

She smiled at her resourcefulness and then replaced the bag of ice wondering if the temporary relief would be worth the fresh pain he’d feel when he came to.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Rebecca awoke to Ryan moaning from the living room. He sounded freaked and it made her jump out of bed and rush out to him.

She flipped on a light and saw that he was cradling himself with both hands, a look of sheer panic on his face.

“My balls are fucking huge!” He blurted.

He was right. He no longer had jumbo sized eggs. In fact, they weren’t even shaped like eggs anymore. Instead, Rebecca saw that they now looked like plums and had turned a deep purple.

“Oh shit,” she muttered. “We better get you to the hospital. I guess that punch wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

Quickly, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants for him afraid that regular pants might be too constricting. Slowly, Ryan pulled up the pants and let Rebecca support him as they walked to the car.

Once at the hospital, Ryan again leaned on her petite, feminine frame as they entered the emergency room. Rebecca helped him into a chair and went to the counter to check him in, stating only that he was suffering from trauma to his groin.

A short wait later, a doctor called Ryan’s name and the two of them got up to meet her.

“She’s a woman,” he muttered and Rebecca could hear the distress in his voice.

“She’s a professional,” she responded, and then in an attempt to calm him, added, “At least she’s pretty good looking.”

The middle-aged blonde doctor, a MILF by college boys’ standards, led them into a small room and told Ryan to have a seat on the table and remove his sweatpants.

“I understand you’ve had some testicular trauma. Let me guess, you tripped down the stairs?”

Rebecca was stunned as she saw the woman shoot her a quick smirk.

Ryan stammered, not sure what to say as the doctor pushed his legs apart to get a better look at the damaged area.

“Whoa, you’ve got major swelling going on here,” she observed as both balls filled her cupped hands. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad would estimate the pain?”

Ryan barely considered before answering emphatically, “Eleven.”

“Hmm,” the blonde doctor mulled over his response. “That’s pretty bad. So what happened? And be honest because it could make a difference in treatment.”

Again Rebecca swore the woman smirked in her direction.

“Well, I, uh – “ Ryan couldn’t get the nerve to come clean with the truth.

“It’s okay,” the doctor coaxed. Pointing in Rebecca’s direction she asked, “Did she kick you in the balls?”

Ryan’s jaw went slack and Rebecca barely stifled a giggle at the woman’s brazenness.

Noticing the color rising up his neck and into his cheeks, the doctor said, “Don’t be embarrassed. You’d be surprised how many men end up in the ER with testicular trauma because of a woman.” She then let a small laugh escape her lips.

“It’s not funny,” Ryan suddenly came to life.

“Oh, so she did rack your nuts,” and then addressing Rebecca, “What’d he do, sweetie, that you had to kick him in the balls?” The doctor was sure she’d get the truth from the girl.

Rebecca related the whole ex-girlfriend situation, how first she’d kicked him in the balls for breaking up with his ex without giving her the chance to, and then how the next day, by some miraculous fate, the ex had run into him and delivered her own kick to his groin.

The doctor nodded, jotted a few notes and then cupped Ryan’s testicles again.

“Unless you two kick like a mule, this swelling seems a little abnormal. Did anything else happen?”

Rebecca and Ryan exchanged a furtive glance and Rebecca felt compelled to finish the story, which left the doctor shaking her head in disbelief.

“So let me get this straight. You thought it would be of help to knock him unconscious by punching his already distressed testicles? And he agreed to it?”

“Yes,” Rebecca answered sheepishly.

“Well, bravo young lady. And kudos to you, young man, for letting her try out such a crazy idea. This might be my favorite story of all time. It takes a huge pair – and judging from the size of these – “ she gave his plums a light bounce, “you’ve got ‘em. Or you do now, anyway.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but join the doctor in gleeful laughter at the thought of Ryan’s newly enlarged balls. Ryan, on the other hand, was too indignant, mortified and embarrassed to say anything.

“Well, I have good news and bad news, Ryan,” the doctor composed herself. “There’s no permanent damage and the swelling is temporary as long as you continue to ice them.”

Finally finding his voice, Ryan asked, “What about the bad news?”

“The bad news is that you’re going to be in a fair amount of pain for a while, and you’ll probably walk with a limp for at least a week. The swelling won’t go down overnight. But again, you will eventually be fine.”

With the diagnosis and treatment complete, the doctor had Ryan put on his pants and ushered the couple out the door.

Before letting them go entirely, the doctor grabbed Rebecca’s arm and said loud enough for Ryan to hear, “I’d give him at least two weeks, but after that, you can feel free to kick him in the balls again. In fact, I’m prescribing you to. Remind him how you had to drag your ass out in the middle of the night just because of a little pain in the testes and then give him some real pain. Don’t hold back. Just kick him in the balls as hard as you can. Doctor’s orders.”

With that, she smiled and wished them goodnight.

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