Sneak peek - Piece by piece - A collaboration with Preun

He stared angrily at Alyssa, as she strutted around the house scantily clad in nothing but a singlet and running shorts.

It had been three weeks since Christie had broken up with him, and despite his diminished libido, he felt a slight twitch down there as he subconsciously imagined slipping a strap off her singlet.

Shouldn't she be wearing a bra?, he wondered.

He slowly crept a hand into his shorts for a feel around. After Christie broke up with him, he came to an arrangement with Alyssa. As long as he apologised to her for his initial treatment of her, she would stop hurting him in his intimate region.

He gently lifted his testes. They weren’t as plump and healthy as they used to be, but he was sure that they were healing. His ejaculations were not as watery anymore, and the constant sharp pains he felt when touching them had reduced themselves to a dull ache. In spite of that, this peace treaty had not come cheap.

Tiffany had been present when he made the truce with Alyssa as well, where he sat uncomfortably in his chair, wearing a pair of loose fitting underwear under his baggy pants. His urologist sternly warned him to keep things loose, and not to exert himself, after his first visit to her because of a recent incident with Alyssa. He had attempted to fight back, as Christie had urged him to, but it ended the way it usually did, with him on the ground gasping for air in tears. Except that this time, Alyssa put a bit too much into her kick, causing one of his testicles to pop on impact.

“You’re a lot stronger than her, remember that!”

He repeated those words to himself in his head during that confrontation, as he quickly retracted his fist and leapt back to close his legs together, a reaction to Alyssa, who had swung her foot up between his thighs swiftly. She paused right before colliding with his gonads, and put her leg down again, all in the time it took for him to shut them together. He let out a loud gasp. By now, he was extremely familiar with what would come next had her foot made contact with his sex organs.

“Just give it up, Dave. It’s been barely a day since Tiffany got you in the canteen. Consider this sympathy”, she said, shooting an eye down at his crotch, Dave still in shock. “Your sex life doesn’t have to end today. Although Tiffany almost ended it yesterday!”, she continued, giggling. A day earlier, Tiffany found out from one of her girlfriends that he had been spreading rumours about her giving him a blowjob for ten dollars. “I predict a big pile of ice packs in his future”, Tiffany whispered to her friend as she approached him, spinning him around by surprise and kneeing him lightly but sharply. He let out a loud gasp and jumped up, retreating and attempting to remain standing. He struggled to remain straight for a few seconds, stuttering and gasping, before he found his hands moving to cover his groin naturally. He slowly hunched over and moaned softly. Tiffany laughed at him, as he dropped to his knees and started puking. It was a light knee, but it struck him so accurately between both testicles that he could not handle it. But he always managed to get up in the end, he thought.

The shame was still stinging him, among other things, as he felt it momentarily. Taking her by surprise, he lunged forward, only to see her dart around him shockingly quickly. He turned and cocked his hand to take aim again, but that was all the time she had needed to thrust a career ending instep right into his unprotected balls. He gasped in shock, as he always did, and hunched over slightly. He reached his hands out for support, and to his surprise, she grabbed him by the wrists and kept him up.

While she usually took great pleasure in watching him collapse to the ground to cradle his bruised fruit, Alyssa had a different idea on that day. While she was aware that it caused him extreme pain each time she did it, she really wanted to teach him a lesson he would not forget today.

She pulled him forward, as he weakly resisted her. His fun bits were still extremely sore from the extremely hard knee TIffany had given him earlier, and he had stabbing pains from his left. As he tried to spread for balance, hunched over, he felt Alyssa’s knee touch his chest, as she slowly lifted her leg, her barefoot pressing against his fruit. He inhaled sharply the moment he felt her touch it. She started pressing her foot upwards, pressing in gently, yet deeply into his love bag. Her foot twirled and he felt her toes exploring, as she lifted it. As invasive as it was, he could imagine it feeling good on a normal occasion.

She dropped it quickly, before snapping it up sharply, her toes thrusting into him. He gasped, and and let out a few painful moans. As his legs bucked, he saw her push her hips forward, preparing to propel her knee right into his naughty bits.

A loud squelch filled the air, as his eyes widened, his thighs tightening around her bony kneecap. She gasped, taking several moments to realise what had happened. He tried to speak, but was instead only able to muster several whimpering gasps. She lowered her foot and took several steps back, to observe him. He always made those noises, she told herself.

His right nut was burning with pain, which was nothing he hadn’t endured before, but what scared him was that he couldn’t feel his left nut. His legs started shivering uncontrollably, as he dropped to the ground, curling up into a fetal position.

“W-what’s wrong with you?”, Alyssa stammered. “Get up! You’re being such a drama queen. I’ve kicked you tons of times and you always got up!”, to no response, as he laid in front of her, gasping for air. He realised then, that long ago when Alyssa had threatened to kick him full force, she hadn’t been kidding about damaging him so badly he wouldn’t be able to use it properly again.

“So, I heard that you finally made Alyssa mad enough to castrate you”, smirked Tiffany as she entered the room, plopping herself on the bed. “I’ve taught you well! After all this time, I’ve never popped a guy with a single kick myself”. She noticed how Dave had been eyeing her skirt, and had decided to seat herself in a compromising angle to rub salt onto his wound.

“It was only a slight rupture, and they fixed it at the hospital”, he corrected her begrudgingly, slowly putting his legs together. He noticed that she had also been trying to look into his pants, no doubt to inspect his damaged testicles. He flinched, despite being a good distance from her, as she cocked her knee to raise it over her other leg. “So you can’t handle it any longer, right?”, Alyssa said.

They came to an agreement eventually, that if he apologised to all of the girls he had hurt before, they would stop hurting him. Not to mention, Alyssa had been feeling some guilt over his recent hospital visit. While she wanted to teach him a lesson, she had no intention of sterilising her step-brother. They had expected him to get a solid knee to the groin from most of the girls, but it went smoothly to their surprise. Dave had even managed to hookup with some of them.

But little did they know, that this truce would be coming to a very abrupt and crushing end soon.

He continued feeling around, astonished as to how good it felt, despite the ache. Laying down, he started thinking about Christie, and some of his ex-girlfriends, but his mind kept wandering back to Alyssa, to his disgust.

That bitch, he thought, as his erection stopped. That morning, he had caught her taking money out of his drawer. Before this, he would have tried to hurt her for it, but by now, he knew violence was not the way. This might have been due to the fact that she had grown into an expert at hurting his sexual organs, and he did not know how to stop her, and it always hurt extremely bad each time she kicked him there. The thought crossed his mind in his anger, but remembering how she easily ruptured one of his testicles in their last fight cooled him down. That final kick she gave him made him realise how much she had been holding back all this time. “I’ll have to admit, you look pretty cute down on the floor holding yourself making those noises”, she joked, before realising how badly she injured him.

He instead confronted her, and she was as dirty at fighting verbally as she was physically.

“I just wanted to go out with Tiffany! I was going to put it back at the end of the day, anyway”, she shouted.

“Fuck Tiffany! She doesn’t even treat you as a real friend. She was always just following you around because she resented me for making her life hell!”

“Well at least she stood up for me when no one else did! You made mine hell too! Too bad it nearly costed your manhood for you to learn!”

“You’re not only a bitch, but you’re also a fucking liar!”, he hollered after her, as she walked away from him quickly, following her into the kitchen.

“Me? What about you? You’re not even what you used to be! At least I can have a proper sex life!!”, she said, as she opened the fridge to take out an egg. His face burned with embarrassment.

“Tiffany put you up to that, you know she hates men. She just wanted-”

He stopped talking and winced, as she knocked it with a fork, causing some yolk to spill. “Are you remembering Tiffany’s first knee?”, she threatened. “And my last kick?”, she finished, as she splattered it into the bin.

“She just wanted to make you stop hurting me. Be a man and admit it. Or maybe you can’t, because of what happened to you down there.”, she finished. “We know all about it. Girls. Talk. You remember Beatrice? That’s right. She didn’t blow you because she wanted to. She did it because she wanted to see what it’s like there after I was done with you. You can’t even produce a proper load anymore”. With that, she stormed into her room, slamming her door shut as Dave stood outside alone, too shocked to speak.

That had been hours ago, as he sat there thinking about her scorching words. Each time they replayed, he felt angrier and angrier.

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