u/BBLatins

That afternoon, a friend and I set up a double date with two girls to watch a movie, and honestly, they weren't all that interested in what we were watching.

Beatrice was wearing a little blouse that accentuated her cleavage. She was short, busty, and had a tiny waist. She was super hot, but nothing compared to Danielle. Danielle was my crush. She was a gorgeous blonde, tall, with strong legs like a good dancer. She had small breasts, but an incredible ass that mesmerized me whenever I saw her walk. She was wearing those tight jeans that really highlighted her rear.

Suddenly, on screen, one of the actresses kicked the main character in the balls, and he did the typical routine: he opened his eyes wide, slowly moved his hands to his crotch, and dropped to his knees on the floor, knocked out by the pain. To be honest, it was terrible acting...

"Why does it always happen like that?" Andrew asked. "There's no way a little kick down there knocks you out like that. Movies always exaggerate"

"I've crushed plenty of guys' balls, Andy, and they always end up on the floor just like that", Danielle said.

"The funniest part is the look of fear on their faces" Beatrice replied with a mischievous little smile... "you can see how terrified they are that it'll never get hard again after a good knee to the groin".

"Naaah" I replied. "There are way worse pains than that. I'm sure most guys are just acting"

"Have you ever been kicked down there", Beatrice challenged me.

"No, but...

"Then don't talk about things you don't know. I could leave you crumpled on the floor with one little kick to the balls".

"You wish"

At that moment, Danielle paused the movie.

"Let's make a bet", she said. "You each take a kick from us. And if you fall, you have to take a kick from the other one"

"And if we don't fall?", I challenged her.

"We'll send you a nudes pack from each of us, as long as you swear not to share it with anyone... But, Andrew, you're going down".

The bet was impossible to refuse. I had jerked off a thousand times thinking about Danielle's ass. The chance to see her naked was my dream.

"What are the rules?", Andrew asked, who didn't sound so convinced.

"Danielle kicks Andrew, I kick Bastian", Beatrice said. "You stand with your backs turned, hands on your head, and each of us gets one kick. If you dodge, you lose. If your knees touch the floor, you lose"

"Deal!", I shouted before Andrew could back out.

"Im first", Danielle said, super excited.

Andrew gave a look of early regret, stood up, and walked over to his execution. And I saw the whole thing...

He stood with his back to Danielle, spread his legs, and put his hands on his head. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes...

Danielle took three steps back, gathered momentum, aimed, and slammed her right foot right into my friend's balls.

CLAAAAAAP! The sound filled the room.

And it all happened in a split second: from where I was standing, it was as if Andrew's body just shut down from the blow. First, his eyes flew open, his knees snapped together, and immediately after, they hit the floor. Then his torso collapsed into a fetal position. He didn't even put his hands out to break his fall.

Andrew didn't scream or groan. He just twisted his mouth and, once on the floor, started weakly kicking his feet against the ground like a kid throwing a tantrum. He clutched his scrotum while tears ran down his face. Just watching it made my own knees buckle together; I crossed my legs and cupped my own balls.

About 10 seconds of silence passed before Beatrice broke into laughter. She stood up, high-fived Danielle, and they both did that little jump girls do when they celebrate. Meanwhile, Andrew was still on the floor, twitching his legs and whimpering.

"Get up, Andrew, you're next for mine", Beatrice said. But the poor guy couldn't even stand up.

"Please, dont..." he begged.

"A bet's a bet, Andrew", Beatrice said, trying to pull him up, but he was completely dead weight.

"I think we need to let him recover. Honestly, I kicked him right up into his throat", Danielle laughed.

"Then you're up, Bastian", Beatrice pointed at me.

In that instant, pure panic struck me. All the arousal that had led me to accept the bet vanished in a single second. I looked at Andrew on the floor, and my stomach dropped to my feet: he was curled into a perfect ball, trembling, with white knuckles from clutching his crotch, letting out muffled groans that sounded like a wounded animal. The guy couldn't even catch his breath; every gasp of oxygen triggered a gag of pure agony. What the fuck had I done? A few fucking nudes weren't worth this. No pair of cheeks, no matter how perfect Danielle's were, justified putting my testicles through a public execution. I was about to open my mouth to say I was backing out, but my pride froze my throat.

"Danielle's a dancer, maybe Beatrice isn't as strong", I desperately consoled myself. "And if Beatrice doesn't knock me down, I'm safe... I get saved from the second kick".

"Leave him infertile", I heard Danielle say, right before letting out a malicious giggle that sounded like a death sentence to me.

Beatrice took my hand and led me like someone walking to the gallows. I surreptitiously pulled my pants down a bit, hoping the denim would cushion the blow. I put my hands behind my head, stared at the floor, and waited.

"Shit, shit, shit", My mind was screaming.

I heard Beatrice take two steps back and gain momentum. I saw her foot appear between my legs at full speed and my knees clamped shut out of sheer panic, but her instep stopped just millimeters from my crotch.

Then, she walked around to my front and pulled my pants back up properly.

"Spread your legs Wide", she instructed with complete coldness.

I took a glance at Andrew, who was still writhing in his own sweat, and swallowed hard.

Beatrice stood behind me again. She took two small steps back. I closed my eyes. She took aim and...

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! BEATRICE'S FOOT HIT RIGHT ON THE SACK.

"OMG!!!", Danielle gasped, but nobody could hear her over my scream.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!

My reaction was immediate: my feet lifted off the ground, my eyes rolled back, and my hands flew down. I took a few desperate little hops, but it was useless. The impact sent an electric shock straight up into my abdomen, like a red-hot iron rod shoved into my gut. My breath was cut off instantly; I tried to inhale and only a pathetic whistle came out. My head started pounding, and my mouth filled with cold, bitter saliva.

The pain buckled my knees, and I dropped to the floor, yielding to the urge to collapse against the ground to hold back the nausea. My embarrassment and the desire to see Danielle dissolved into pure agony. I would have rather never seen a naked woman again in my life just to extinguish that inferno between my legs.

"My balls, God, my balls! They're gone! You broke my fucking balls, Beatrice, holy shit! I'm such an idiot, what the fuck did you do?! You broke my balls!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Danielle burst out, holding her stomach from laughing so hard.

Beatrice was choking with laughter, pointing her finger at me while I writhed next to the social corpse that was Andrew. They looked at each other, high-fived, and cracked up seeing two arrogant guys reduced to a pair of crying fetuses on the rug. To them, the spectacle of our humiliation was a thousand times better than the movie.

Danielle squatted next to me, breathing heavily from laughing, and whispered in my ear: "I see the way you look at my ass, sweetie. You better recover, because mine is really going to send you to the hospital".

To be continued.