A Friend in Kneed

[Terry Tepper]

So since my wife discovered my enjoyment of ballbusting, we have had quite a few adventurous nights.  She is not always in the mood for that particular variety of fun, and so sometime there are long dry spells, which only make the next busting all the more sweet, when out of the blue she decides to have some more fun at the expense of my nuts.

This story takes place during one of those longer dry spells.  

My wife was taking some after-hours classes after work, and I'd been spending some of my evenings hanging out with our neighbors, who'd we'd grown rather close to in the year since they had moved in.  Mike and Alyssa were a few years younger than us and they been married for about 3 years compared to our 6.  We often hung out in one of our back yards, drinking beers or bar-b-queueing in the warmer months.  It had usually been the four of us, and we tended to either all chill together or else slip into the normal divisions of guys and girls that is pretty common when couples hang out, but with my wife spending more nights doing homework or catching up on sleep, I had started to form a trio with Mike and Alyssa.  One weekend my wife decided to crash early because of a project she had to work on early the next day, but feeling guilty for abandoning me, she encouraged me to see if the neighbors were around.  I texted Mike and found out that they were planning to hang out at home and watch a movie, but he invited me to hang out for a bit.

I kissed my wife goodnight and walked over to the neighbors' house, bringing a bottle of brandy that was a favorite of Alyssa's as a "thank you for letting me intrude on your weekend" gift.  When I got there, I learned that the movie they had hoped to watch wasn't working, but we popped open the brandy, threw on some garbage action flick and started taking drinks whenever a something in the movie was smashed during a fight.  We were laughing and enjoying ourselves, and getting more than a little tipsy too. 

About halfway through the movie there was a fight between some guy and one of the female leads that was full of over-the-top martial arts, but as they fought, Alyssa started cheering, "Kick him in the nuts!"  every time there was a pause in the fight.  The more the fight went on, the more excited she got, yelling a series of things like "smash his balls!"  and "squash his grapes".  I had heard my wife make similar comments watching guy vs girl fights in movies, but never quite with so much glee.  Mike was sitting silently, but I had to hide the fact that I was getting a bit turned on  Of course, being a trashy action movie, eventually the actress smashed her knee into the bad guy's balls, dropping him to the ground whimpering, and when she did, Alyssa threw up her hands and cheered.  Mike seemed a little annoyed and said something like "they make it seem so simple in movies. It wouldn't be that easy in real life."  Alyssa wasn't going to let him have is pride.  "You wanna bet?  Only one way to find out."  After she said it, she made little kicking movements with her foot.  She was wearing shorts and a v-neck fitted t-shirt.  Her feet were bare.  

Mike told her to forget it, but Alyssa pushed the point.  "How am I supposed to know how to defend myself if you don't ever let me try?"  Mike blew off the comment, but Alyssa said, "I bet Terry would let (his wife) practice on him, wouldn't you?"  I was very uncomfortable being caught between the two in what was an awkward couple moment, but I admitted I have let her try.  This was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Alyssa became about ten times more interested.  At his point, the movie was completely ignored as she - and I - were completely caught up in the conversation.  "You're wecome to practice on Terry's nuts if he wants to volunteer," Mike said.  Now I could really feel my temperature rising and my heart beating fast.  Alyssa just gave another playful poke toward Mike's groin with her foot and said, "you're no fun."  Then she got up and poured herself another drink.  

As much as I wanted to prolong it, the moment had passed, and anything I could say would likely be extremely awkward and might make its way back to my wife, so I decided to keep quiet. As the movie went on I kept hoping privately that something else would happen to renew the topic, but nothing did.  Finally, as it was getting later, and Mike had been up since before dawn for work, he started dozing off, and eventually he got up, mumbled some words about needing to crash, and went upstairs.  I told him goodnight, and was getting ready to go, but Alyssa told me I could finish watching the movie with her if I wanted.  I agreed and sat back down.  She joked about us both being ditched by our spouses, but didn't make much more of it.  

There was only about 15 minutes left in the movie, and when it was done, I brought my drink in the kitchen and was getting ready to go.  It was around 12:30, which wasn't very late for me, but we'd been drinking a lot and Mike was already in bed.  Just as I was getting ready to go, Alyssa hit me out of the blue with a question.  "So, do you really let your wife practice hitting you in the balls?"  The smile on her face as she asked me sent my heart racing and adrenaline pumping through my veins.  

"Yeah, I've let her try some moves out," I said, trying to play it cool.  

"Mike never let's me try," she continued.  "I've never had to really defend myself, but I always wondered how hard it would be if I had to.  I've asked him to teach me, but I think he's afraid he'd look weak.  It's cool that you let her"

I was reeling at this point, but since she'd hit the subject head on, I couldn't resist pushing it along.  "I know it's important for a woman to know how to defend herself, and it's really not like the movies," I said.  "And I don't mind looking weak, I mean that part of me is really fragile, but that's no secret."

"You mean your nuts?" She asked with another smile.  She was leaning against the counter and one of her barefeet was making little circles in the air just above the floor behind her.

"Yeah."  I must have been sweating by then.  

She just smiled at me, and I tried my best to think straight through the haze of alcohol.  I wished my wife had been with me, and I wondered what this might have turned into if she had been.  Finally, Alyssa spoke up.  "Have you ever let other women practice with you, or just your wife?"  She was really going for it, but I still could hardly believe things were going this way.

"Do you want to try it?"  I asked, trying to make it seem like a simple question.  "Just so you know how to do it right?"

She was almost giddy.  She nodded and asked, "Would you really let me try it?  I might hurt you."  Something about how she said it made her seem more excited than concerned.

"I don't mind.  They can actually take a lot of abuse without any real damage, and the pain is temporary."  She didn't need any more convincing.  Immediately she started planning out her attack.

"I don''t know if I should use my foot or my knee.  Is it okay if I try both?"  I told her it was, and I stood in front of her with my legs spread.  She held her leg out in front of her and lined her foot up with my groin.  She giggled one last time, then pulled her leg back and let it fly.  She had clearly been wanting to do this for a long time, and she let her kick go with all the intensity she had been storing up.  She slammed her foot hard up into my testicles.  I was wearing jeans which provided some defense, but I still felt the sharp pain deep in my stomach, which then immediately turned into a queasy ache, but with the stiff denim it wasn't enough to drop me.  I hunched over and groaned and she clapped her hand i front of her mouth and doubled over quietly laughing.  She asked if I was okay and I told her I was.  She then wasted no time in placing her hand on my shoulders.  "Now the knee!" she said, like we were about to try a new flavor of ice cream.  She drove her knee up into my balls with the same force she had used before.  My already aching nuts sent another burst of pain and this time I was brought lower, doubling over and bringing my hand to my crotch.  I breathed slowly for a few seconds before I could stand.  Alyssa was barely holding back her laughter and had a smile bigger than I'd ever seen her wear.  

After she had a moment to calm herself, she looked a bit surprised.  "You didn't fall," she said.  "I thought you'd definitely go down with a hit like that.  DId I miss or something?"  I told her she definitely didn't miss, but I explained that the jeans did help dull the attack a bit.  This was the wrong thing to say.  "Can I try it without the jeans?"  This was making me less comfortable.  My wife had told me before her views that women should know what it felt like to smash a guy in the nuts, and I know she was okay with me letting someone else do that much - especially someone who was trying to learn self-defense, but taking my pants off was not really a part of that understanding.

"It's not big deal," Alyssa pleaded.  "I've seen you in your underwear before, you know."  She was right.  There had been several times, times my wife and I crashed on their floor, too drunk to stumble home, one time we went swimming in a nearby river, and even one misguided and abridged game of strip poker.  In the end, my drunkenness and her eagerness got the better of me.  As soon as I dropped my pants I realized I'd made a mistake.  Alyssa had seen my in my underwear before it was true, but that was always in standard boxer shorts.  That night, I was wearing a tight-fitting pair of silky boxer-briefs, the kind my wife called my nut-huggers.  They did not leave much to the imagination, and with excitement somewhat cooled by the awkwardness of partially undressing, I was not at my most impressive.  Drunk as she was, this was not lost on Alyssa, and she laughed delightedly as soon as I stood up.  She made a joke about whether it was too cold in the house for me, and for a change I wished that I had been more aroused no matter how embarrassing that would be for it's own reasons.  

I started to pull my jeans back on, but Alyssa immediately apologized and helped me take the jeans completely off.  She was now shamelessly staring at my package, and she reached her hand out and with her long nails gently traced along my balls.  "This makes a much better target," she said.  This was too much and again I started to become aroused.  The just made Alyssa laugh once more, and she apologized, then told me, "We'll take care of that," and drove her knee up hard into my grapes.  Without the protection of the jeans, and with the tight undies holding the in place, this time her knee slammed into my jewels, and my left nut was crushed between her knee and my pelvis, for an instant it was like I could feel it flattening out, and the pain that surged through my body was intense.  I dropped to the ground and both hands clutched my balls.  Alyssa clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her laughter.  I lay their for a minute or so and Alyssa asked if she had hit me too hard.  I told her no, that I was okay, and to prove it I forced myself to get up.  She helped me back to my feet and tried to hide a huge smile.  "If you're really okay," she asked, "Can I try one last time with my foot?"  My balls were throbbing from the last hit, but I had taken far more abuse in the past, so I told her I could handle another hit.  I spread my legs a bit, and the moment I had gotten into position her foot came flying up again.  Her kick slammed into the bottom of my nuts and again smashed them against my own body.  This time I fell forward onto my knees, and hunched over, groaning from the burst of pain as I clutched at my nuts.  This time Alyssa didn't hold back her laughter, and if I hadn't been distracted by the searing pain or the urge to vomit I probably would have worried about her waking Mike.  I soon rolled over onto my side.  In the past I had taken much more abuse, and I'm not sure if Alyssa was particularly talented at busting balls or if she just had a wave of beginner's luck, but the two hits she landed without the protection of my jeans had me  curled up on the ground with my hands shielding my damaged balls.  

After laughing for a while, Alyssa poured herself a glass of water and stood next to me, leaning against the counter and playfully tapping me with her foot.  I ended up laying there for about 10 minutes until I finally felt like I could stand up.  At this point it was getting late.  Alyssa asked me if my wife ever kicks me like that.  I told her that she does.

"How often do you let her practice on you?"

"As often as she wants, though it's been a while since she's had the urge."

"Wow.  I should ask her for some pointers," Alyssa said with a smile.  "Maybe she could teach me a few moves."  The thought of my wife coaching Alyssa on the best way to bust my balls was definitely too much for me to handle at that point in the night.  I told her that my wife would probably be happy to teach her, but that for now I had to go.  

I limped home, wondering whether Alyssa would still be as excited by all of this once she sobered up, or if this would just be an embarrassing drunken episode that we both pretended not to remember.  I got home and fell asleep, still feeling the ache in my nuts. 

The next day I mentioned to my wife what had happened, and she smiled.  She actually seemed excited by it.  She told me that she was glad I had helped Alyssa learn how to protect herself, and that when she had the chance, she'd be happy to show her some of her own techniques.  Just then I was determined to find an excuse for us all to get together and I hoped that Alyssa would still be curious to try more self defense.  Eventually, at least part of that wish would come true, but I'll save that for another story.

[Melinda the Ball Breaker]

I really enjoyed reading this, great job. I love when woman discover the joy of Ball Busitng.

[Arnold O]

That was a really excellent story, thank you for sharing it. I'm really looking forward to a part 2! 

[Rich]

Very hott story! Damn what a missed opportunity to have some fun with her "making sure they still worked" after the hard busts, sounds like she was more than up for it lol 

[Alan S]

Thanks!  Yes it does.  I am curious to hear the next story of it happening again sorta haha.  Great story!

[Terry Tepper]

I'm glad you enjoyed the story.  It is one of my favorite memories.

For some reason the story was truncated when I first published, but I've added the full ending, which hopefully answers your questions.

[Alan S]

Great story!  She def had wanted to do that for a long time.  I'm curious what happened after the knee.  Did you fall and she laughed?  Did she gloat at all?  

Also, I'm guessing this didn't happen again, or did it?