How I Might Have Helped Create a Monster

[Jared]

While the phrase “I like to get hit in the balls” never came out of my mouth to her; I did create a bit of a monster with a girlfriend in high school. 

She was an athletic five foot four inch tall girl with dark hair and dark eyes who weighed about 110 pounds.  Her body was toned from hours of practice at cheer leading, track and volleyball.  She might have been a B cup but I barely noticed because it was too difficult to stop staring at her ass.  If I’d been an art student I would have wanted to sculpt a marble replica of her butt and believe me when I closed my eyes I could visualize the curves.  Of course I loved the spandex volleyball shorts but there was also this pair of denim cut offs that had gotten too tight and too short for her parents to allow out of the house yet somehow she got away with wearing them inside when I was spending time there.

One evening as we were sitting on the hood of my car in her driveway the subject of self-defense came up because a girl in a nearby city had been attacked.  While I was appalled by the idea of a girl being attacked, my girlfriend explaining to me how she’d slam her palm heel into a guy’s groin like she was returning a serve in a volleyball game was too much bait for me to resist.  My reply was “that would never work” which as I’d hoped she took as a challenge to show me it would.

I’d been jerking off to the idea of a girl wracking my nuts since about 5^th grade so this whole experience was like a fantasy coming to life for me.  Of course I’d never mentioned it to any girl because I didn’t believe that a girl was searching for a guy who wanted her to abuse his balls.  I knew girls who ball tapped for fun but didn’t think they sexualized it at least at that age.

The moment “that would never work” left my lips she hopped off the car hood and broke down in this defensive stance and said “do you want me to prove to you it would work” and my mind raced.  Not to seem too anxious I hesitantly said “if you’ll go in slow motion.”  She agreed and demonstrated her method with no speed and no impact either.  To say my dick was hard would be the understatement of a lifetime.  Her demonstration allowed me to guide her palm heel from her target that was straight in line with my balls to an angle that came from underneath them while counseling “not there…you want the palm heel to come from this angle” to which she responded ‘why?”

I started explaining why and was holding her wrist and guiding her palm repeatedly into your balls with increasing force and finally I dropped her wrist and blurted out “now you try.”  She slowly swung her hand under my crotch and met both of my blue jean covered balls with the heel of her palm in an upward motion and guided them into my pelvic bone.  I’m sure I almost came in my pants.  Because I didn’t want the moment to end I suggested “do it again but fast” and got the whole ‘are you sure because I don’t want to hurt you” from her.  Since we were already at the hand job stage of our high school relationship I said “if it hurts too much you can make them feel better” and I made the universal hand job motion with my fist.

Her first hit was really tentative but she did it and waited for my reaction.  It probably hurt a little but I was so horny and so glad this was finally happening that I just kept telling her to do it with more force. She smacked them about five or six times and the last one was enough that I bent over with my hands on my knees gasping for breath.  She was giggling saying “I told you it would work” and my response was “this is when you’d step around the guy and kick them in the balls from behind while they were bent over” so she did.  Her kick wasn’t really hard nor was it accurate but I acted like she’d hurt me enough that I had earned that sympathy hand job.

Talk about dreams come true.  It is dark on a very low traveled rural neighborhood street.  I’m leaning against the side of my car with my jeans down just enough for her to have access and I’m getting jerked off by a girl who just heel palmed and kicked my balls.  I shot about half way across the driveway.

The conversation that night led to very specific discussions over the next few days about what looks painful but isn’t and what looks like it wouldn’t hurt but does.  She never said “you like it when I use your balls against you” but my erections didn’t lie.

With me spilling my guts about what hurt and what didn’t; she progressed in about a month to a girl who in the blink of an eye could thrust her hand into my basketball shorts reach behind my balls and pinch my vas deferens between her thumb and pointing finger.  She knew just how much to pull downward where I thought my intestines would soon fall into my nut sack. 

Each of these how-to-wrack-a-guy sessions ended in a hand job and as time went on started combining squeezes, thumps and fingertip ball slaps with hand jobs when she noticed it made me cum so fast.

I hated when we broke up and wonder sometimes if anybody ever got more than they bargained for because she was led to believe by me that the pain of getting hit in the balls was soothed by an orgasm.

 

[zarko]

amazing

[tsm89]

Nice!

[Jared]

In her and my defense...things escalated quickly.  Certainly not at the speed-of-Mallory but fast enough for my pain tolerance.

[Mallory {The Boss}]

5 or 6 ball smacks and a medium kick?? NO FUCKING WAYYY did you deserve a hand job :/

[Jared]

Yep, as you can tell it is a vivid memory!

[Wallybev]

Awesome story!!!

[gamble]

Okay, damn. That is the best story I've read on this site. One of the best fantasy-coming-true stories I've read. Well done!