Nick's Challenge
by Bastige

"Come on," I called to my husband, "Bring those balls over here."

He strolled over, a big grin on his face, and patted my growing belly,
like he always did. I snaked my hand up into one pants leg of his loose
boxers (the only thing he was wearing), found his balls, and closed my
hand around him. He let out a little sigh. I squeezed a little, and he
stroked my breast with one hand.

"Looks like I didn't damage these things too much," I purred, patting my
pregnant tummy. "They did their job just fine."

"Yeah," he murmured, caressing me as I kneaded his manhood. "Hey, he
said, "So I hear Sandra's got a new boyfriend."

"Yeah!" I smiled. My friend Sandra had always been pretty unlucky in love
before. "His name's Nick, I think you'd like him. You and he share some
interests."

"What interests?" my husband asked.

In response, I squeezed him again, a little harder. "Oh," he said.

"So tell me," he asked, "How did they get together?"

I told him the story.

* * *

It was about two months after Sandra had beaten the crap out of her
domineering, awful ex-boyfriend. I had told a coworker of mine, Nick,
about the martial arts classes she teaches. Nick had done a lot of
martial arts, taekwondo in particular, and when he heard how good Sandra
was, he couldn't wait to come spar with her. So I said sure, come to the
class! But I warned him to watch out - Sandra is surprisingly quick and
deadly. He just laughed...his mistake!

Nick came to class, and at the end, he and Sandra sparred. There were
only a few other people left in the gym, all of them women. Nick was
good, but his style was very different from the quick, effective movement
that Sandra taught us (which was based on her knowledge of jujitsu and
kenpo). Nick had a lot of high, flashy kicks that looked spectacular but
that I knew would be useless in a real fight. I thought it was only a
matter of time before Sandra's foot hit him in the cup and taught him a
fun little lesson.

But when it came, nobody was prepared for what happened. Nick did one of
his big, high, flashy kicks, and I guess Sandra had finally had enough,
because she snapped a side kick directly into his groin. But instead of
the sharp "crack" of her foot hitting a cup, there was almost no sound at
all. Nick staggered back, a look of shock on his face, and instantly
grabbed himself between the legs. He folded up at the waist and stared at
Sandra, obviously fighting not to go down. He lost that battle in about
five seconds, and collapsed onto the mat as Sandra dropped out of her
stance and ran over to him. Then realization finally hit me - the idiot
hadn't been wearing a cup at all! He had come to martial arts practice
with nothing protecting his nuts!

All the women in the gym were scrunching their faces in pain. Nick was
curled up on the mat, making pitiful whimpering sounds, as Sandra hastily
examined him. Then Sandra turned and asked everyone to go home, except
for me. I knew she didn't want them to see what she'd have to do next.

When the other students had left, Sandra reached down and slid off Nick's
pants and underwear. She moved his hands away from his balls - he was so
weak from the pain that he didn't even try to resist - and called me over
to have a look. Yep, she had busted him good, I realized - his balls were
already swollen. Tears were just pouring out of the poor man's face. 

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Sandra asked.

I reached over and felt his balls. He cried out and weakly grabbed my
arm. Feeling around, I realized that everything was in the right place.

"No," I said, "I think he'll be fine, he just needs some ice. We lucked
out."

Sandra ran and got an ice pack, and we applied it to Nick's balls. I
noticed that Nick's penis was pretty nice...though not as nice as yours,
of course.

Anyway, after about ten minutes on the ground, Nick rolled over and
pushed himself to his hands and knees. Sandra tried to hold the ice pack
against his balls but he just shook his head. With a supreme effort, he
got to his feet and took a few staggering steps, then rested his hands on
his knees, refusing to go back to the floor. After a couple minutes, he
straightened up as best he could and started walking around, one slow
step after another. Every few steps he'd gasp in pain and move his hands
down toward his balls, but he'd force his hands away and keep going.
Eventually, after convincing himself that he could walk again, he sat
down and put the ice pack back on his balls. During this whole time, of
course, he was naked from the waist down, but he had other things to
worry about.

Eventually, Sandra asked him if he needed a ride home, and he insisted on
driving himself. We helped him get back into his pants, and supported his
arms as we walked him to his car. After he had driven off, Sandra and I
had a drink in the back.

"I felt so awful," Sandra admitted, "but wasn't he a fool not to wear a
cup? I mean..."

I snorted a laugh. "Yeah, not to mention doing all those high kicks."

"But hey," Sandra went on, "what did you think of..."

"What?" I asked, smirking.

"You know...the package?"

I laughed. "Looked good to me," I said. "What did you think? Was he
cute?"

Sandra just blushed and took a drink.

Nick took the next day off work, and when he came back to the office he
was walking bowlegged for a few days, but I managed not to tease him.
Three weeks after the intiial incident, he confided in me at lunch that
he wanted a rematch with Sandra.

"Go for it," I said. "You're welcome to come back to class. I'm sure
she'll spar with you again. Just wear a cup, all right?"

"But it's humiliating," he growled. "A lot of those students saw me get
my nuts cracked, and Sandra saw me..."

"With your dick hanging out?" I finished, giving him a big grin.

"Yeah..." he sighed.

"It's OK," I assured him. "Just act like nothing happened."

So Nick took my advice, and came back to class. No one said anything, and
Sandra just smiled and talked to him like nothing weird had happened
before. At the end of the class, they again decided to spar. This time,
the other students took the hint and left before the bout. 

As before, Nick threw a lot of flashy high kicks. It was almost like he
was trying to prove that nothing had happened last time. He was quick -
as quick as Sandra - and stronger, but every time he went for one of
those high kicks he left his most vulnerable area open to a
counterstrike. But this time, Sandra wasunderstandably shy about hitting
him there - after all, last time had been a near brush with permanent
injury. Of course, he was wearing a cup this time, but still, she wasn't
taking any chances. So Nick was allowed to do his ridiculous kicks, and
Sandra just blocked them as best she could instead of doing the obvious
counter.

But finally it got to be too much. Nick kicked high again and again,
wilfully ignoring last time's lesson. Almost as if he wanted to prove he
could beat Sandra without protecting his groin. So this time, Sandra went
for a compromise. When he threw a high kick, she stepped to the side and
slapped him in the groin with her open palm.

Immediately she recoiled, and immediately Nick folded, grabbing himself
with a shout. He didn't drop this time, but stood doubled up, holding his
balls in pain.

"You idiot!" Sandra yelled at him, unable to restrain herself. "Why
didn't you wear a fucking cup, AGAIN?!"

I rolled my eyes. Nick was such a fool! How could Sandra think he was
cute?

While Sandra paced and fumed, Nick staggered over to the wall and leaned
face-first against it, one hand still cupped around his balls, the other
slapping the wall. 

Sandra came over to me and just sighed. "I'm not taking him to the
hospital," she fumed. "He can lose a nut for all I care."

I gave her a hug and calmed her down. To cool her off, I offered to spar
with her, which we did while Nick recovered. After about ten minues, he
came over to us, and sheepishly extended his hand to Sandra. 

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's OK," sighed Sandra, and clasped his hand.

"At least I didn't end up naked this time," he joked. She laughed. 

"Why don't you two go grab dinner?" I suggested. "I've got to go home to
meet my husband." And, I added mentally, to do a little ballbusting of
our own.

Nick and Sandra looked at each other. "OK," they said in accidental
unison.

The rest of this is just what Sandra told me, so it's secondhand.
Apparently they went to dinner, and hit it off great. Nick may be a macho
idiot when it comes to martial arts, but off the mat he's a really sweet
guy. Finally, after a glass or two of wine, Sandra asked him why he
refused to wear a cup. He answered that he thought he ought to be able to
win without one. Sandra asked him what it would take for him to wear a
cup, and he said he didn't know.

So Sandra thought back to things I had told her over the years. She made
Nick an offer - she would fight him wearing nothing at all if he would
wear a cup. She had seen him naked, she reasoned, so he should get the
chance to see her, as long as he was willing to give up his pride.

Not surprisingly, Nick accepted.

So they went back to Sandra's place, and she brought him a cup that she
had, and made sure he put it on (even "cup checking" him herself!). They
cleared out a space - just like we used to do! - and, just like she said
she would, she stripped totally nude. 

You've seen Sandra naked, so I know you know how hot she is, which must
have distracted Nick. And he's such a nice guy, I'm sure hed have major
problems with hitting a naked woman! So when they started fighting, Nick
pretty much got his ass handed to him. He didn't throw any of those high
kicks anymore, despite the fact that he was now somewhat protected.
Sandra made sure to "cup check" him a couple more times as they sparred.
Each time he'd double over and go into full retreat, out of pure force of
habit. It took him a while to get used to the fact that though his balls
could get hurt, one hit would no longer immediately devastate him.

Anyway, according to Sandra, she eventually decided to take Nick down.
Nick is a good fighter standing up, but Sandra knows jujitsu too, so it
was no contest. I'm sure Nick was pretty surprised to have himself taken
to the floor and immobilized by a stark naked woman! She put him in an
arm bar that he had no hope of escaping, and with her other hand she
pulled down his pants and stuck her hand inside his cup and grabbed his
balls (yes, we girls tell each other the details, get used to it!). He
was apparently both terrified and aroused out of his wits. 

So Nick said "I surrender." 

Sandra said "I've got your balls, big guy, what do you think about that?"

And he said - and I quote - "Please be gentle with them."

Which of course melted Sandra completely. After that I'll spare you the
details, but she kissed him, etc. And that was how Sandra and Nick got
together!

* * *

My husband was panting heavily, leaning on the chair for support. His
dick was tenting out his boxers so hard I thought they would rip. I
fondled his balls as I finished the story. As I did, he ejaculated,
without me even touching his penis.

After he cleaned himself up, he came back in, naked now. He walked over
and kissed me, and said "That story was so hot."

"As far as I know, it's true!" I responded, kissing him back.

"Will you..." He hesitated. "Will you kick my balls?" It had been quite a
while since we had gone that far.

I nodded. "Go stand in front of me," I told him, leaning the chair
forward.

He stood in front of me, his magnificent manhood beginning to twitch its
way upward again. 

"Put your hands on your head, and spread your legs," I instructed him. He
did this. I slipped off the tank top and panties I was wearing, so I was
naked too. Now his dick was fully erect again.

"Come forward..." I told him. "A little more. Now a tiny bit to the
right. Good. Now stand there."

He stood in front of me, his balls hanging down between his spread legs,
looking at me with a mix of love and apprehension.

"I'm going to kick you in the balls now," I told him. "Your balls are
perfectly positioned right above my left foot. When I kick you, it's
going to hurt a lot, but I want you not to go down, even to your knees,
OK?"

He nodded. 

"Also," I added, "you can't make a sound, and you can't cry either. Got
it?"

He nodded again.

"Now close your eyes," I told him. He did. His lips were pressed tight
together, every musce of his beautiful body tense as he waited for my
foot to hit him in his most precious, vulnerable body part. I thought of
how much I loved him, how great a father he'd make, all the good times
we'd had together.

Then I snapped my foot up into his balls. As I hit him, he ejaculated
again, covering my swelling belly with his warm semen. True to his word,
he didn't cry out or make a sound, though I could tell it was painful.
His knees wobbled and bent, but he forced himself not to go down. 

"You can open your eyes, silly," I said.

He opened his eyes, and slowly, he leaned over me. Our naked bodies
touched. He reached one hand, not to hold his balls, but to rub my belly
again. Then he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, long and slow.

"I love you," he said.

He lowered his balls onto my bare knee, and I gently massaged all his
cares away.