The Road to Discovering My Fetish

So I've been lurking here on this forum for a couple of years, but I've decided recently that I should do my part to contribute. I've posted a couple of busts that I've had and recently gotten involved in the chat room, trying to get to know some of the members here. I figure I would like to share how I discovered that I like having my balls busted and what I think is my personal psychological understanding of it.

It all started when I was a kid, probably about 9 or 10 years old. When I would visit my cousin, she always picked movies for us to watch that had a nutshot or 2 in it. Every time a guy got busted, she would laugh really hard and tease me about it. I would get upset that they never showed a girl getting hit in the crotch, and she would just laugh and say it doesn't hurt girls because they don't have balls.

When we were about 13, she had been teasing me particularly hard one day. I got fed up and told her that it couldn't hurt as bad as the movies make it look. She said it absolutely does. We went back and forth for a little while until finally she asked me if I thought I could take it. I was nervous, but I didn't want to lose face in front of her, so I said yes. She told me that if I could stay standing after one hit, I could have a free shot at her crotch and we'll see who is the stronger sex.I told her, "You're on!"

I stood in front of her with my legs spread. I remember I was wearing nothing but my swim trunks because we had just gotten back from swimming. She told me I had one last chance to back out and admit girls were stronger. I told her to give me her best shot. She didn't disappoint. She reared back her leg and punted me with the top of her foot, hitting both of my balls dead on. I knew it was going to hurt, but nothing could have prepared me for my first kick in the balls.

I felt my testes compress between her foot and my pelvis, then re-inflate as her foot dropped. At first, there wasn't a whole lot of pain. I bent over and grabbed my balls out of instinct, but was thinking to myself that it wasn't too bad. Then, the real pain hit. There was a sharp pain in my balls that almost immediately radiated up into my abdomen. I started to feel like I was gonna be sick, but had to take a dump at the same time. Time seemed to slow down as I fell to my knees, then over to my side in the fetal position. My cousin stood looking down at me for a minute with her hands on her hips and a big grin on her face. She then squatted down beside me, rubbed my back for a minute, and said, "You know, I didn't kick you anywhere near as hard as I can." She then got up and walked away laughing. I lay on the ground for a good 30 minutes before I was able to get up, and was limping the rest of the day.

For the next few years throughout our teens, my cousin liked to hit my balls by surprise. At first I hated it, but as time went on, I found myself getting aroused whenever she did it. I even started going out of my way to leave myself open so she would hit me more often. Mostly she would just backhand me, but a few times she snuck up behind me and kicked me. Those were my favorite. I would even egg her on by backhanding her in the crotch, just so she would make fun of me for having weak guy balls. At this point I should mention that I had a crush on my cousin from a young age. She was a very pretty girl with brown hair and very intensely blue eyes. Her hitting me in the balls only made my crush on her that much more intense. Thinking back on it, I think she got off on it too because she never tried to stop me from hitting her in the coach.

Things finally came to a head when I was almost 17. It was my junior year in high school and my cousin was visiting us over spring break. I came home from work one day, thinking I was home alone. I gathered up my clothes and walked to the bathroom in my boxers. We always kept the bathroom door closed because we had a cat that like to lift the toilet lid and drink out of it, so I didn't think anything of it being closed this time. When I opened the door, there was my cousin coming out of the shower, completely naked. I had never seen a naked girl in real life before, and she was a stunning sight to see. I'll never forget it. The image is still as clear in my head as the instant I saw her. Long, brown hair was still wet, draped around her shoulders. She had sized C breasts with perfect brown nipples the size of silver dollars. She was really thin, but with perfect curves. Her nicely trimmed, brown bush sat between nicely curved hips, still dripping wet from her shower.

What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. She looked at me with those bright blue eyes and sort of sauntered over to me, not even trying to cover herself. She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me back against the wall. She then looked me in the eyes, smiled, and slammed her knee up between my legs. It was the hardest she ever kicked me, but she wasn't done. I felt the familiar feeling of my balls being compressed against my pelvis. However, when I bent over, she reared her knee back and struck again even harder. This time, I felt my balls trapped between her knee and the wall behind me. This was an entirely new sort of pain, more intense than I'd ever felt. She reared back and kneed me again, one, two, three more times. On the final knee, she ground my balls against the wall for a few seconds before finally letting me go.

I slowly slid down the wall to the floor and keeled over on my side. The pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, but I immediately felt myself getting a raging boner. My cousin knelt beside my head and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and her pussy was right in my face. I could see through her pubic hair that she seemed to be getting aroused herself. She knelt there in front of me for a minute, again making no attempt to cover herself. Then, she grabbed be by the hair and pulled my head up so that I was looking into her eyes. She seemed to be angry for a second, then broke out in a huge grin. "I hope you got a really good look, cousin,"she said. Then she got up, went back into the bathroom, and closed the door.

When she came out a few minutes later, she helped me up and helped me to my bed. I lay down and checked my balls, not caring that she was looking. They had already swollen up to twice their normal size. She looked at my balls, laughed and said, "serves you right, perv." A few minutes later she came back with some ice and tossed it none too gently on my crotch. That night I couldn't help myself. The memory of what happened was so arousing. Seeing my hot cousin naked and getting my balls nearly destroyed was just too much. In spite of my confusion and shame, I jacked off several times to what had happened. Those were by far the most intense orgasms I had ever had up until that point. It was then that I realized that I had a fetish for getting hit in the balls.

I think the reason that I found it so arousing to be busted by my cousin was the fact that I had such a heavy crush on her. It was a taboo lust, and her hitting me in the balls was a sort of way of her denying me ever having anything sexual to do with her. I didn't think about it at the time, but I'm pretty sure she got off on busting me as well. She never got mad when it would smack her in the crotch, but would always hit me much harder when I did so. After that first time she hit me in the balls, she would always manage to bust me every time we saw each other. I think she knew I was leaving myself open for her to hit me too. She only busted me a few more times after that. We've only seen each other a few more times since we graduated high school, and she hasn't busted me since we were teenagers. I've long since gotten over my crush on her. However, that memory of her being buck naked, nearly destroying my testicles, and then putting her pussy inches from my face is still one of my all time memories for the spank bank.

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