Learning to Love It

As she pushed him back against the wall, Dan’s mind flashed back to the first time he ever met Lana. He was at a house party and a girl friend of his had introduced them. He was definitely impressed with Lana’s looks, but after talking for awhile, he was even more taken with her mind. They shared a lot of interests and even when they disagreed, Lana made intriguing supporting points. Conversation came easy and laughter flowed. So Dan was shocked by the events that unfolded when it came time to say goodnight.

Lana called a cab and asked Dan if he wanted to join her on the porch as she waited for her ride. He walked outside with her and they talked a little more. Lana had her back to the street, so it was Dan who noticed the cab pull up. As he turned to let her know it was here, he was surprised to see her swing her leg forward toward his groin. She drove the top of her foot into his balls catching them square and smashing them up into his pelvis. He let out a gasp and doubled over, grabbing his testicles with one hand and the porch railing with the other. His knees went to jelly and he could barely stay upright.

He felt Lana’s hand on his shoulder and he let her guide him to his knees. His mind was reeling. What the hell was going on? He pitched forward and let his head rest against the railing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a piece of paper land next to him. He heard Lana say, “My ride’s here. When your balls stop hurting, give me call. Might be a few days, though.” And then she giggled and walked off, leaving Dan alone to cradle his crushed nuts.

Fortunately, no one left the party for a little while, so Dan was given some time to make his recovery. At least enough of one to rejoin everyone inside without it being obvious that he was suffering some testicular agony.

The next morning, Dan was concerned when he awoke to find his boys were still quite sensitive and that they appeared to be a bit bigger than usual. After showering, he put on his snuggest pair of briefs in an attempt to hold them in place so they wouldn’t bang against his legs and cause more pain.

Over coffee he replayed the night but he just couldn’t get his mind around Lana’s exit. He’d never been kicked in the balls before and always thought girls only kicked crass idiots, not someone they’d willing given a phone number. He was still pretty angry about it, but at the same time, he really felt an emotional and intellectual connection with her – not to mention the physical spark.

Then it occurred to him, maybe she was just fucking with him and had really left him a fake number. He decided dial the number thinking he could just hang up if she actually answered. As the phone rang, he could feel his nerves unsettle.

Then a female voice came on the line. “Hello?” It was definitely Lana and Dan quickly hung up. He was truly surprised it was her. Now he didn’t know what to think. She did want him to call her, and yet she had ruthlessly ended their night.

He was interrupted by his own phone ringing. It was Lana’s number. He had to answer.

“Hello?” He asked hesitantly.

“I just got a call from this number. Did you call?” Lana asked.

“Uh,” Dan stammered, “yeah, it’s Dan from last night.”

“Dan!” She exclaimed with surprise. “Your balls don’t hurt anymore?”

“They do, but I had to call anyway. Too many questions.”

“Oh good,” she said, sounding relieved. “I thought I got you pretty good and it would’ve been a shame to know you recovered so quickly!”

“What?!” He blurted.

“Slow down,” she commanded. “First let me say that I really, really enjoyed talking last night. I thought we showed great chemistry. Second, and I’m taking a chance by saying this, but if you want to get together again, you should know I do that a lot.”

“You kick guys in the balls for no reason?” Dan was shocked.

Lana giggled, “Oh no, there’s always a reason. And if this little fact doesn’t scare you away, we can get into it deeper tonight, if you’re free for a date.”

Dan paused a few seconds, considering a response. “Well, I’m free and I guess I would like to see you again, but…”

“But what?”

“But only if you don’t do that again.”

“If by ‘that’ you mean kick you in the balls, don’t worry, I won’t. Just know that it will happen again if we start seeing each other.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that, but damn, you’ve got me curious. Let’s get dinner tonight.”

They sorted out the details and met for dinner, and true to her word, Lana stayed away from his testicles. She did, however, enlighten him on her position on ballbusting – as she referred to it – and he was a bit stunned.

She went on to explain that she was not a raving feminist bitch out to destroy men. Instead, showing a man his vulnerability so clearly by busting his balls, was really helping him be a better man. It was her opinion that men were always wrestling with themselves in their need to be manly. This often led to them being domineering and insensitive. By causing acute pain in his testes, a woman can help him overcome this false show of bravado. Dan could still be a strong man, worthy of female respect, but without the detrimental masculine pride-thing.

Dan wasn’t really sure how he felt about her thought process, though it did make a little sense to him. They moved on to other topics but at the end of the evening, Dan found himself drifting back to the ballbusting topic on his drive home.

Lana was beautiful and had shown herself to be smart and sensitive (if not testicle-friendly) and he decided to give her a chance. Clearly his balls weren’t in much pain now. How quickly we forget.

They continued to see each other and built a very stable relationship. Over the next four months, Lana only busted him twice. Once, after he came home from work and was short with her, she kneed him in the balls. She explained that he was misdirecting his anger and frustration, taking it out on her, so he needed to remember who he was talking to. The second time, she let him know it was coming.

“Do you love me?” She’d asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you respect me?”

“Of course!”

“Then I want you to show me by letting me kick you square in the balls. A strong man can accept the pain and by letting me kick you, it will demonstrate that you respect me and that you understand the power I have as a girl.”

Dan did love her and he wanted to make her happy, and if that meant busting him, so be it. He braced himself and she delivered. She got him square and it dropped him to the ground. He could not believe the intensity of the pain. He grabbed his sac and rolled on his back, drawing his knees to his chest. After a few seconds, he looked up at her through watery eyes and saw that she was smiling radiantly. Her eyes were practically glowing. Despite the agony he was in, it melted his heart. She knelt down to comfort him, gently stroking his head as he tried to recover.

He did eventually recover, but it took almost 30 minutes. Plus he walked a little funny for a few days. Still, Lana seemed quite eager later when they got into bed. And strangely, he found himself visualizing her kicking him as he climaxed. It even felt a little erotic to him.

Over the next few months, Dan found himself reliving Lana’s brutal attack on his nuts, especially when they were having sex. It was definitely starting to get him off.

So when Lana came home from work in a bit of an angry mood, Dan wasn’t so hesitant to grant her wish.

“Goddamn boss,” she huffed, throwing her satchel to the floor. “He totally took credit for an idea I had, right in front of corporate!”

“That sucks,” Dan sympathized.

“It more than sucked. That man needs to be taught some manners.”

“Maybe you should’ve kicked him in the balls,” Dan laughed.

Lana stopped in her tracks. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day. Except it’s a little late now. Unless…”

“Unless what? You going to go hunt him down?”

“No, I have a better idea. Why don’t I pretend you’re him and kick you in the balls? It’s been a while and I’m pretty sure you could stand to get your balls busted. You can feel the power a girl has in his place.”

“Let’s not get crazy,” but inside he was smiling.

“No, let’s get crazy.” She smiled deviously. “Danny boy, I really want to unleash this frustration. Let me at those balls of yours!”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Lana girl.”

And that’s when she pushed him back against the wall.

And in that moment, as Dan reflected back on their time together, he decided he really did want to let her put his balls in utter agony, to really know the power she had. Was he ready for the crushing pain? Probably not, but he was ready to let his helplessness wash over him and to see Lana revel in causing him such tremendous agony.

He let himself fall against the wall and flexed a little at the knees. He was a bit taller that she (even in her high heels), so lowering himself would give her a better chance to drive up and through.

She noticed his effort and her eyes met his, smiling. “Oh this is going to feel good…for me. You, not so much.”

And with that, she put her hands on his shoulders and drew her long right leg back. Dan continued to hold her gaze. He felt Lana’s hands push down on his shoulder as she brought her leg up. She kneed his balls so hard that it lifted him off the ground. In that split second, his testicles flattened like pancakes from both his body weight and the force of her knee. Dan thought his balls might rupture.

Lana’s follow through was so violent that she had to take several steps to maintain her balance. As she caught herself, she watched as Dan seemed to hang suspended with a tortured look on his face. Her heart raced and adrenaline rushed through her as she anticipated his collapse. She didn’t breathe.

And then he dropped. In one fluid motion, Dan’s knees hit the ground and his hands flew to his groin as he pitched forward and curled into a tight ball.

He moaned, gurgled and coughed, and then moaned some more. Part of Lana winced at the terrible noises he made, but most her just felt really, really good. She had hurt him…she, a girl, had just leveled her boyfriend with a single well-placed knee.

As Dan continued to rock back and forth on the ground, Lana went over to her bag and retrieved her cell phone. She had to take a picture of this. As he rolled over on his back, Lana snapped a pic and caught him with his eyes squeezed shut, tears trickling down both cheeks, his hands cupped protectively over his groin.

Lana couldn’t help herself. She posted it to Facebook with a status update saying, “I don’t think he’ll ever underestimate the power of a girl’s knee J”

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