An Evening with Friends

[Terry Tepper]

Since our initial foray into ballbusting, my gf has quickly grown to appreciate how much it turns me on, and better yet she has found that she really enjoys the reactions she can get by beating on my nuts when she can tell I'm getting excited.  It is now very common for her to punish my balls when we are fooling around, but so far there has really only been one time that she smashed my nuts when there was an audience present.  

She had only busted me once or twice at this point.  The whole concept that I was actually aroused by having her punish my balls was still hilarious to her.  One weekend we decided to have friends over - Julie and Dave, a couple that lived nearby whom we had hung out with many times in the past few years.  My gf knew the woman from work, and her husband and I got along well enough to enjoy spending time together.  It was not uncommon at the time for us to get together and drink heavily, and for the visiting couple to crash on an inflatable mattress and drive home sober the next day.

This particular weekend, I had been recovering from a bit of a bug, and though I was feeling much better, I decided I not to drink too heavily, so I limited myself to a few beers over the course of the night, leaving me with barely a buzz while the others were all thoroughly drunk.  It wasn't unusual for things to get a little overly friendly when we were all drinking together - sitting on laps, tickling or fake-kissing the other man's gf.  It was always just goofing around, certain lines were never crossed, though I did get turned on by some of Julie's fake advances.  On this particular evening I was deep in some conversation with Julie, and my gf and Dave started pretending to make out to get our attention.  They were laughing and not really kissing or anything, but my gf climbed on top of Dave on the couch and they were making fake moans between spurts of laughter.  She was wearing a low-cut top, and while she was only joking around, I noticed that the way she was positioned, her shirt and bra both hung down low, giving me - and Dave - a view of her breasts and nipples whenever she would turn her shoulders a certain way.  From the way Dave had fixated his stare - even though he kept laughing and fake-moaning - he had noticed too.  For some reason, this made me feel extremely excited.  Being pretty sober, I was in a different state than usual, but I played along, coming over and lifting my gf off of the couch and "rescuing" her.  In the midst of all this, a beer spilled on my gf's shirt, and given that it was getting late and we had already decided that Julie and Dave would be staying over, she decided to get changed for bed. 

I went back to talking to Julie, while Dave sat next to us on the couch, essentially passing out, though he would occasionally offer his own comments or jokes, without really moving or opening his eyes.  Julie and I went into the kitchen because she wanted another beer, and my gf came back down and joined us.  She was now wearing a pair of boxer shorts (over her panties) and a yellow "wife-beater" shirt that was thin enough to make it extremely obvious that she had already dispensed with her bra.  Looking at the clear outline of her breasts and nipples and her smooth-shaven legs and bare feet got me instantly aroused, and I wondered if she was drunk enough to want to fool around later even though there would be guests in the next room.  I was wearing a t-shirt and exercise shorts - not the most convenient clothing when being aroused in front of my gf's friend, but I managed to hide it (at least that's what I told myself) and soon my brain was distracted by the conversation once again.  Eventually the conversation evolved into Julie and I teasing my gf for some of her more entertaining quirks.  Julie had been joking about something my gf does at work when she is stressed, and I was laughing along and providing her with other examples.  I made one comment about how she sometimes walks funny, and she said "You'd better watch it, or you'll be walking funny too".  As she said this she gestured toward my groin with her hand.  Julie thought this was hilarious and I flushed as both women laughed at the threat to my balls.  

At this point I had been busted by my gf and she knew full well how much it excited me, but I had never thought about that very private excitement being exposed to someone else.  I felt panic and shame and my heart pounded in my chest at the conflicting feelings of excitement and embarrassment that my gf's light threat had caused.  Once again, being the only one sober may have caused me to take things a bit more seriously than anyone else, but I felt an urge to reassert myself.  I tried to play off her comment as an attempt at distraction, and tried to steer the conversation back toward teasing my gf, but when I did so this time, Julie didn't back me up.  Instead, she turned to my gf awaiting her response.  She looked at me and said, "what did I say?"  As she did this, she took a few steps toward me, and raised her knee in a quick, jerking motion, stopping just short of actually hitting my nuts.  Caught off guard, I flinched at her fake-out, and Julie laughed again.  Still desperately trying to save face (and still failing miserably), I looked at Julie with a smile and said, "that's okay, she knows better than to really try something like that."  

I was trying to seem dominant despite the obvious reference to my biggest weakness, but my gf was having none of it.  As soon as the empty threat had left my lips, she moved again, but this time instead of a fake-out, she brought her bare knee up into my balls with a merciless force that crushed my nuts against my pelvis.  I managed to stay on my feet, but I hunched over at once and groaned in pain.  Both women burst out laughing as I leaned against the kitchen table with one hand while the other reached down my shorts and cradled my abused nuts.  As she laughed, Julie said to my gf, "Damn, that was awesome."  I could hear the self satisfaction in my gf's voice as she replied, "thanks!"  Both girls continued to laugh as I stood with my hand down my pants, tending my throbbing balls.  "Oh, suck it up, I didn't hit you that hard," my girlfriend teased, but I wasn't up to responding just yet.  Then I heard Julie ask, "Do you think you broke something down there?"  My gf laughed again and said "I didn't even hit him that hard."  The she walked over to me and asked "are all your little bits okay?"  As she finished the question, she slid her hand down my shorts and grabbed me by the balls.  I let go instinctively.  She made no efforts to be careful in her movements, and so as she grabbed me her arm pulled the front of my shorts down and partially exposed me to Julie's view.  I was mortified, but too preoccupied with the new threat to my delicate nuts to do anything about it.  My gf took each one of my orbs in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze - still enough to make me cringe.  "one... two" she announced to Julie.  "He's fine."  Then to me she said "be a man" and gave me a gentle slap that was embarrassing, though it only made me flinch.  She wasn't quite drunk enough to be slurring her speech, but I would not have ever expected this kind of display from her if she had skipped the last few drinks.  Unfortunately for my balls, she was feeling extra cocky.  "I should give you my other knee for being such a baby."

I didn't like the sound of that last comment, but apparently Julie did.  She laughed once again and said, "Do I get a vote?"  I looked at her, hoping to elicit some pity, but she seemed so excited by what was going on that I doubted there was much chance of that.  My gf smiled, but she didn't seem like she was really going to bust me again.  I hoped that she was drunk enough to have gotten bored with this and that the moment had passed.  I thought she might settle for teasing me a bit more and then moving on with the night, but I did not expect what happened next. "Your turn," she said to Julie.  I looked from my gf to our friend with shock.  Had my gf just encouraged another woman to kick me in the nuts?  That couldn't possibly have been what happened.  Julie didn't seem to think it so impossible, however.  In fact, she seemed to bristle with excitement at the suggestion.  "Would it really be okay?"  I realized to my increasing humiliation, that she was directing the question to my gf.  Apparently, my gf had now been officially recognized as the owner of my testicles.  "Sure," she answered with a tone of voice that seemed to say "why would I mind?"  

I really could not believe this was happening, but Julie then walked up to me.  I had stopped hunching over by now and was standing up straight, but my balls still ached.  I covered myself and said "forget it" as she got closer, but there was a part of me that was really turned on.  My gf suddenly got interested again, and she told me "stop being rude to our guest!"  She stepped next to me and smacked my hands away.  I told her I didn't want to get kicked again, but she again told me not to be such a baby, and that if I didn't let Julie try one kick, she'd make me feel a lot worse later.  I wasn't sure whether that was a real threat, but quite honestly I was quickly getting more turned on by the whole situation, so I used this as an excuse to act trapped, and I moved my hands and stood in position for Julie to take a swing.  She smiled at me and laughed a little bit.  Then she said, "you're fun."  I opened my mouth to respond to her, but before I could get the words out she swung her leg back and brought her foot flying forward and up into my unprotected balls.  I let out a loud "oomph" and though I didn't fall down, I crouched so low I was practically sitting, with both hands between my legs.  Again, I reached into my shorts to tend to my nuts. Julie and my gf laughed at me again, and Julie didn't back away.  She reached her sneakered foot forward and poked at my groin with her toe.   It only tapped the outside of my hand, but despite this I flinched, which added to my humiliation and to the girls' amusement.  "Wow, those things really can't take much, can they?" Julie asked mockingly.  My gf piled on, "I know, right?  I barely hit him."  Watching them their laughing at my weakness, my gf's breasts easily visible through the thin shirt and her nipples hard - perhaps with the cold, but I hoped with excitement about what was happening, I felt incredibly excited.  My balls ached, but I didn't want this to end.

As if sensing my feelings, Julie looked back to me, "Are you all done already?"  With feigned defiance, I remained in my crouching position, but moved my hands away from my balls.  Not wasting an instant, Julie gave another quick snap kick to the nuts, and this time I rolled to the ground, laying on my back and reaching both hands down my shorts.  The girls' drunken laughter reached a new level, as Julie leaned on my gf for support and my gf held her hand over her mouth.  After my gf recovered a bit, in one last move of humiliation, she leaned down and lowered my shorts to check my testices.  This time there is no doubt that Julie could see me exposed.  "You'll be fine."  She said, and they both moved back into the living room, still laughing, and leaving me alone on the kitchen floor to recover.

After the excitement of the moment had passed, the more lasting humiliation begin to set it.  Both girls had been pretty wasted, and I hoped that they would not remember the incident in the kitchen, but this hope was dashed very quickly the next morning when my gf woke up, and after a few comments about her head hurting and needing to drink less, she glanced at me laying next to her and said, "how are your little fellas feeling?"  I told her I was fine and got up to get her a drink of water and escape any further prodding on the subject.  We had breakfast with Dave and Julie, and nothing more was said about my injured nuts.  Unfortunately, that would not be the end of it.  The following Monday my gf told me that Julie had asked about me at work - specifically that she had asked if my balls were okay.  I'm sure they had a good laugh about it.  Julie hasn't hit me in the nuts since that first crazy night, but I do still get teased every now and then when we all hang out together and start goofing around or recalling funny stories.  Sometimes, when Julie is barefoot and we're all hanging out together, she catches me staring at her feet.  When this has happened, she usually gives a little flick of her ankle, and a wink, and I am usually grateful not to be wearing running shorts.

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 I just realized that this story has been up here for two years, and that no one has made a single comment about it. I love it. I've enjoyed it  so many times that I have a screenshot of it.  I loathe to think that any part of it could be even a little bit exaggerated; your girl getting you in your off buttons in front of your friends is so hot.