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n.
Highschool: Socks'n'balls
Diana
and Chris had been dating for about two years now, since sophomore year, and in
that time they had grown together as they learned about what it meant to be in
a stable relationship. While their peers were switching partners every three
weeks, Diana and Chris were learning how to compromise, trust, let go and renew
their love day by day by day.
Diana's
issues were centered around which college she should ultimately go to and what
career she should be seeking, while Chris was working on his athletics (and
whether he could get to the Rio Olympics in track and field), and overall
identity as a person. Part of that identity was sex and Chris had two things he
wanted to explore: socks and ballbusting. Ever since he was a child he'd wanted
girls in fluffy socks to kick him between the legs for all they were worth. He
wanted to feel pedicured toes punt him squarely in the nuts, or heck, even pop
a ball or two! I mean why not, right? Chris loved Diana, and he loved so much
about her. Her sweet smelling brown hair, her limpid hazel eyes, her cherry red
lips and her overall fashion sense. And every month Chris bought her a new pair
of fuzzy socks which he insisted he apply to her each and every time he got her
a new pair. But he never told her why, and it wasn't until just recently that
he divulged the rest of his fetish to her. He had to be certain that it didn't
warp or pervert their relationship.
It
was on a warm summer day during the school break that Chris opened up to Diana.
They were sitting in the park. There was a cool breeze and they were sitting
together under a huge old maple tree.
"Diana,"
he started, tentatively, "I wanted to talk to you about something."
Diana
gave him a smile and looked up from her novel. "Sure, what is it."
"Well,
you know all those socks I've been getting you?"
"Yeah."
"Well
they're for a greater purpose, and not just because I know you like new
socks."
"A
greater purpose? What do you mean?"
"Uhm,
what I mean is for a long time now I've been wondering what it would be like to
have you kick me in the nuts with them on. I mean, I know it sounds strange,
but to me, at least, it also sounds sexy. And since it's not intercourse,
neither of us could get in trouble for doing it. I could stand there, my legs
spread wide, fully clothed and you could punt me square in the nuts and I'd
love it! Seriously."
Diana
cocked her head and looked at him for a few moments, and then slowly a smile
broke over her lips and she actually laughed. A rich, wonderful laugh. "Chris,
I have something I need to tell you too. For the longest time now, I've been
wondering what it would be like to ram my toes into some guy's poor nuts. I
hadn't considered what I'd be wearing when I did so, but fuzzy socks sound just
fine to me."
Chris's
eyes went wide. "You're joking."
Diana
shook her head. "Nope not at all. I've seen so many movies where guys get
pegged in their privates and it always gave me an illicit thrill, although I
never knew why. Until we had health class and I learned about those delicate
little things you have between your legs. And then it dawned on my that I've
always wanted to see them destroyed. Or at least owned."
Chris
gave a cry of joy and hugged Diana fiercely. She returned the hug. It would
seem that they were truly made for one another. Fast forward a month, still in
summer break, and Diana and Chris were to be found at Diana's house when her
parents had gone away on a second honey moon. During the daytime the two
lovebirds had a house all to themselves, and they made the most of it. They
started off with simple experiments. Chris would kneel before Diana and take
her naked feet and gently slip on some lovely fuzzy socks, the colors varied
each time, and then he would slip off his pants until he was in his boxer-brief
underwear, put his hands behind his head, spread his legs and let his
girlfriend go to work on his nuts.
Diana,
for her part, liked to tease Chris a little by walking up to him and gently
rubbing his crotch, just to see him get a little excited, then she'd back up,
aim, and fire a good solid foot right into his plums. Chris would let out an
"Ooof" and sway a little, sometimes drop, then get back up and let
her have another go. Sessions could last anywhere from ten minutes to almost a
half-hour before the pain got too bad for Chris to continue. Then they'd take a
break, maybe go for a dip in the pool, or have a make-out session which
involved a lot of French kissing. But being well behaved, it never went as far
as sex.
At
one point, on one of the days, Chris asked her to squeeze one or both of his
testicles during their sessions, and it let Diana become more intimately
familiar with what a guy carries between his legs. As she squeezed and kneaded
his nuts, Chris told her about the epididymis, the prostate, the seminal
vesicles and what it was like to have a penis. She listened with rapt attention
and explored his privates through the thin material of his underwear.
What
was most fun was kicking Chris from different positions. Standing up, on his
knees, on his hands and knees, in the pool, etc. And what Chris particularly
enjoyed was putting on a new pair of colored socks on Diana for each position.
Peach colored for standing, rose for on the ground, purple for on the stairs,
and so forth.
By
the end of that weekend, Diana had come to feel like she sort of owned Chris,
or at least his nuts, and she was eager to take it to the next level.
Fast
forward another two weeks, and it found Diana and Chris together in the town
library working on personal research. They used books, they trawled the
internet, trying to find out all the things you could do to a man's balls and
bring him pain. They discovered needles and weights, and presses/vices and
filling the ball with saline, and all sorts of cruel and delicious tricks.
Chris was a little leery of doing any permanent damage to himself so young in
his life, but Diana felt that they should at least try to do something more
interesting than plain kicking.
So,
Diana toddled off to Walgreens to buy some hatpins (does anyone even wear hats
these days?) That weekend her parents had gone off to see relatives, but Diana
said she wanted to stay at home. So they let her. Chris came over and Diana
showed her the setup. A wooden chair, lots of straps, a gag made of two balled
up fuzzy socks and some rubbing alcohol. Chris got undressed, and a little
nervous, and then he let himself be tied to the chair. Diana shoved the socks
into his mouth, and set about sterilizing the pins and his nuts. This was the
first time she'd seen his balls. And his dick. And she watched how he got a
boner from her handling his privates. She stroked and then smacked his wiener a
bit just to see it bob. 'Man, men's bodies are truly a wonder' she thought to
herself. Then she held up the first sterilized pin so he could see it, and then
watched him watch it as she slid it into his big, fat left nut. There was an
explosion of air from his nostrils. Then a second pin. Then a third. His left
nut looked like a shishkebab. Then it was time for his right ball. First one
pin, then another, and then a third and fourth. She was skewering his balls,
and man did it hurt, but despite the pain, Chris maintained his erection. And
just to be extra cruel, Diana decided to flick the exposed pearled ends of the
pins with her fingers. Chris jumped and moaned in his throat after each one.
Then Diana pulled out the pins, and doused his whole sack with more alcohol,
and wrapped his scrotum up in gauze. However, later in the day, when he'd
recovered, she had him put some more socks, pink ones this time, and she kicked
and slapped the dangling jewels that she'd perforated only that morning.
That
evening Chris asked for something special. He asked Diana to kick him while he
jacked off and then came. She agreed since she'd never seen an ejaculation
before, and was intrigued by the idea of sticky white stuff spurting out of his
body. Chris reverently slipped Diana's feet into some baby-blue cashmere socks
and then sank to his knees and began to stroke himself, looking up at her. She was
SO beautiful and she was enjoying herself SO much. It was just too perfect. He
stroked and as she looked down at him, she began to methodically punt his
cahones. THUNK THUNK THUNK. Chris started out slowly but then went faster and
faster, and in response Diana went faster with her kicking. Oh, the pain, it
was terrible, yes, but sweet too. Like a broken tooth.
"Oh
My GOD Diana, i'm going to cum, kick me harder!" WHAM WHAM WHAM was the
response. And in a few minutes Chris's whole muscular, sexy body shuddered, and
his sperm spurted onto the white carpet. Diana watched in fascination. When the
last little dribble of cum seeped from his cock-head, Chris collapsed in a heap
of pleasurable torment, and Diana bent down to cradle his head.
"There,
there," she said. "If you thought that was something, just wait until
we graduate. You're going to give me one of your balls in celebration!"
