Rebecca the Prankster

[Joe S]

Rebecca walked in the door to the sound of the shower running. Ryan wasn’t expecting her so soon, but she’d managed to hit every green light on her drive home, which, considering the long day she’d had, was a very pleasant surprise. A smile spread over her lips as an idea popped into her head. How fun would it be to play a little prank on her unsuspecting boyfriend?

Quietly, she slid her bag to the ground and tip-toed lightly across the hardwood floor, no small feat in the three inch black heels she had on. Somehow, she managed not to clack too loudly, reaching the bathroom door just as she heard the shower turn off. Listening as Ryan hummed, a tune that sounded vaguely like Wrecking Ball, she waited as he finished toweling off before quickly brushed his teeth, gargled and rinsed. Her muscles tightened as she saw the bathroom door knob turn and felt the hot rush of steam as the door opened.

“BOO!” She screamed, jumping in front of him.

He let out a girlish scream and pitched forward past her. She reveled in the brief moment of absolute terror in his eyes before his mind registered it was only Rebecca. She couldn’t stop herself from breaking into hysterics.

“What the fuck?!” Ryan managed as he leaned against the hallway wall holding his chest. “It’s not funny. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Oh baby. I’m sorry. It was just too perfect. You should have seen your face!” She doubled over into another fit of laughter.

“Christ,” he muttered and then, with a calmer heart, he too saw the humor in the situation and joined in with a soft chuckle. “You really got me good there.”

She looked over at him as he straightened up and took in his still damp body. He had on a pair of tight fitting gray briefs and nothing else. His six-pack abs were still red from seizing up in a spasm of panic, but she admired them anyway. Her eyes drifted lower and she noticed the large bulge in the pouch of the briefs. She could see the outline of his semi erect penis, but it was the size of the heavy twin orbs that really caught her attention. They strained at the fabric looking as if they wanted to burst free. Clearly, they were still swollen from a few days ago when she had coyly lured him into a hug and then rammed her knee straight up into his balls, catching him completely off guard. She winced now, taking in the lingering damage, but found herself quite turned on by the effect she’d had on them. If the size of the swelling had any correlation to the amount of pain he’d suffered, she was very pleased with herself for delivering such a brutal and agonizing bust.

“I’m not sure I like that look in your eye,” Ryan said, noticing Rebecca staring between his legs.

“Your balls are so big and round. I just want to feel them!”

Before thinking it through, Ryan blurted, “You should. I can’t believe they’re still so swollen.”

Rebecca didn’t give him a chance to reconsider, reaching down and grabbing one in each hand. Bouncing them lightly she couldn’t help herself saying, “Wow. They’re so full, yet very spongy.”

She gripped them tighter, and it felt like holding two tennis balls.

“Careful,” Ryan winced as a short burst of pain shot through him.

Rebecca looked up into his eyes and broke into a mischievous smile. She saw panic break out and squeezed him harder. He groaned and she gradually increased the pressure.

A deep, aching pain started coursing up into his abdomen as she squeezed his balls harder and harder. His legs nearly buckled.

“Am I hurting you too much?” Rebecca cooed. “I can stop if you want.”

“Please. You’re killing me.”

She squeezed harder and felt him writhing against the wall, desperate to break free. “I’ll stop if you promise to let me kick them once, very hard,” she whispered into his ear.

The pain was so unbearable that Ryan couldn’t help but answer, “Just once. Oh please…let go.”

Rebecca released him from her grip and Ryan immediately doubled over and covered his groin, breathing heavily. She stepped back and let him gather himself.

“Maybe this will help you feel better,” she said and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.

He looked up and watched her fingers move nimbly, teasing him as they revealed her beautiful cleavage. Rebecca’s white bra struggled to contain her full breasts, as they crested atop the cups, and Ryan momentarily forgot about the ache in his testicles as he gazed greedily at how her bra pushed her breasts together making them look round and firm.

Tossing her shirt aside, Rebecca wiggled out of her skirt and then kicked it away with the tip of her shoe. She let Ryan ogle her and even shook her hips provocatively. Ryan let go of himself and grabbed her waist, pulling her toward him. Her breasts pushed against his chest and she felt his erection growing against her thigh.

He leaned in kissed her, letting his hands drift to her butt, squeezing it firmly with both hands. In return, she ran her hands down his chest and stomach, enjoying his hard body.

After a few seconds, Rebecca pulled away.

“You can’t distract me that easily,” she said as Ryan looked at her with feigned innocence. “I let go and now you have a promise to keep.”

He gulped hard and she could see him trying desperately to think of a way out.

“You’re stuck now, buddy boy. But don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon. You’ll be curled up at my feet trying not to throw up and wishing you didn’t have those manly organs.” Rebecca added some air quotes around ‘manly,’ adding to her mocking tone.

“C’mon Bec. You don’t have to do this. I’m still hurting from that squeeze,” he pleaded.

She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. “Are you a man or a mouse?”

While he wanted to answer ‘mouse,’ he thought better of it. “A man,” he said meekly.

“You sure sound like a mouse to me.”

“I’m a fucking man,” he said sharply.

“That’s better,” she goaded. “I only kick men in the balls. Now spread your legs.”

Reluctantly, Ryan slid his legs a little wider than shoulder width apart, arms hanging loosely at his sides, his eyes still pleading for a pardon.

“Try thrusting your pelvis forward a little,” Rebecca commanded, mentally lining up her strike.

As he did, she stepped back and raised her leg slowly. She cradled his package with the top of her toes and Ryan flinched, standing up on his tip toes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, bouncing his balls lightly with her foot.

In answer, he settled back on his heels forcing his center of gravity low to the ground.

Rebecca purred, “Doesn’t my high heel fit perfectly between your legs?”

Looking down, Ryan had to admit it was very sexy to see her three inch heels nestled in his groin.

Lowering her leg, Rebecca said lightly, “There’s such symmetry to how a woman’s foot looks buried between a man’s legs. It’s like your balls are just begging to be kicked. Don’t you agree?”

A year ago, Ryan would’ve disagreed in a heartbeat, but after being with Rebecca for so long, he was now fully in line with her way of thinking. He did see the pure physical beauty in seeing a woman drive her foot, especially when that foot was in a high heel, into the V between a guy’s legs. It was the ensuing pain that caused him concern.

“The pain she delivers is just part of it, baby,” she answered, reading his mind. “You know that.”

He nodded.

“And I have a feeling the pain I’m about to deliver will be absolutely exquisite,” she continued, with an evil twinkle in her eye. “Let those heavy balls of yours hang low. I want them to take the full impact.”

She watched as Ryan braced himself, gritting his teeth as his muscles tensed. She admired his perceived physical strength, his broad chest, rippling abs and thick arms and laughed to herself how it was all a façade. He was about to be crushed – in more ways than one – by a petite girl with a quarter of his muscles. She wiggled her hips, causing her boobs to bounce heavily, drawing Ryan’s gaze to them. Taking advantage of this momentary distraction, Rebecca quickly lined up her targets, stepped back and launched her foot toward his groin.

She kicked his balls squarely, driving the swollen orbs into his pelvic bone, as the force of the kick lifted him a good six inches off the ground.

Ryan screamed out in agony as his balls absorbed her punishing kick. He pitched forward, hands flying to his groin. Rebecca caught him by the shoulders, letting his face fall into her soft cleavage and then she eased him to his knees.

He immediately curled into the fetal position, holding his busted balls. The sharp intensity of the pain was incredible. He could hardly breathe. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he moaned and groaned, rocking back and forth.

Rebecca watched him intently, as he struggled in sheer agony. She knew her kick was good and true, and it made her flush to see the hurt it caused him.

After several minutes, she could see that Ryan would not be recovering quickly, so she went into the bathroom and grabbed a drink of water before checking email on her phone. She gave it 15 minutes before checking back on him.

He was still in the fetal position when she returned, but was breathing much more normal now. She tapped his forehead with her toe and leaned over him.

“How ya doin’?” She asked as he looked up at her.

“The nausea finally passed, but the pain is still throbbing all through my body,” he managed.

“And how bad do your balls hurt?”

“They are aching tremendously. The stabbing pains have subsided, but I feel like I have bowling balls between my legs. My whole body is still jelly,” he admitted. “That might be the worst kick ever.”

Rebecca laughed. “Sounds like the best kick ever if you ask me. Glad to hear I got ‘em good.”

Ryan closed his eyes and took another deep breath, still trying to gather himself.

Reaching down, Rebecca took one of his hands from his ground and ran it slowly from her knee down to her foot. He opened his eyes and looked at her foot in his hand, amazed that such a dainty thing could produce such terrific pain.

“Do you want to break it?” She asked as he gazed at it thoughtfully.

“Surprisingly, no,” he answered.

“Really,” She said, astonished. “You’re not mad or embarrassed that this little girl just crushed your nuts, leaving you wracked in utter misery?”

He let go of her foot and sat up, leaning his back against the wall, continuing to cradle his testicles. “It’s still a blow to my ego every time you bust me, and the pain always makes me a little hot,” he looked down at his hands as they held his balls, “but now, weirdly, it feels good to know that this throbbing ache is because a beautiful woman saw fit to kick me in the balls, to remind me of her power and strength.”

“Aww, baby,” Rebecca cooed, beaming radiantly, “that’s the nicest thing could say. You just made my day. I got to kick you in the balls and get flattered!”

Ryan looked up at her and returned her smile. “Like you say, girls should always win.”

“Girls always win. That’s what I say,” she said, tapping his testicles with the pointy toe of her shoe. “He can be as big and strong as he wants, but when she kicks him in the balls, he falls and she wins.”

 

[Smoo]

Aww, great story!  Simply but well told and a fun read!  Great job!  *two claws up*

[Chefda]

Awesome story. I really enjoy reading stories featuring Rebecca. Her playful teasing and impish manner are a big part of what make these stories work, in my view. =D

[Laura Mulvey]

Ryan is an amazing bf, and I hope he's getting some serious head once he's feeling better.