u/Feetnote90

Here's the part 1

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1uos8qp/a_kick_ill_never_forget_part_1/

Alessandra wanted to try too... but even when she's standing in front of me like Deborah did earlier, she couldn't land a proper front kick. She wasn't athletic at all, it was obvious from her stiff movements and lack of flexibility.

Alessandra hadn't tried punching like Deborah did, but after seeing her kick on my cock and balls, she decided to join the game.

My stupid little hard-on twitched excitedly in my underwear despite how much of a bitch she was. She loved nothing more than aiming for boys' balls if it meant getting involved.

I watched as her white sneaker tried to reach my crotch. I remembered that time on a school bench, mimicking Goku's pose for collecting Genkidama energy, until she turned from the front row and snapped, "Stop being an idiot". She chucked an eraser at me... which somehow nailed right on one of my testicles with perfect force.

The pain made me slump over onto the desk; Alessandra and her friend cackled at me: my scrotum still throbbing where that damn eraser had buried itself into sensitive flesh.

"Why don't you kneel? Or better yet—lay on your back", Alessandra suggested after struggling to land a proper ball-crushing kick.

"Fine, if you insist...". I laid on my back, legs spread, giving her a clear shot at the crotch.

"'This way it's easier", Alessandra giggled. Deborah added, "Jesus Christ, you're gonna destroy 'em".

Alessandra lifted her foot and took aim. I inhaled sharply to brace for impact.

BOOM. Her sneaker came down hard on my genitals; the heel shattered everything in one brutal strike.

But that wasn't enough for her. After the kick landed, she balanced on that same shoe still crushing me, raising one leg like she was trying to stand tall at the top of my wrecked balls and my flattened dick.

A grotesque scene: this bitch actually perched there for a few seconds as if posing... grinding what little remained of that stupid weak erection into pulp underfoot.

My groan was drowned out by their laughter. The moment Alessandra stepped off me, the pain hit, then I felt something dribbling out of my dick.

I just barely managed to cup my hands over my balls, curl up on one side, and shove my jeans forward, hiding the evidence.

"You're so fucking dead", Deborah cackled. "Your balls are officially pulp", added Alessandra.

The "demonstration" ended there. By the time recess finished, I had made it to a bathroom stall, wiping my soaked underwear as best I could.

For the rest of the school day? Sticky underwear. And during Art History class? Alessandra kept shooting me that smug little smirk, like she knew exactly what she'd done.

"How's your balls?", they asked before leaving school. "Fine", I muttered. In following days? No one mentioned it again, like they forgot all about that 'training session'.

Unfortunately, I never forgot. It wasn't my first time getting my balls crushed or trampled, but that moment with Alessandra? A goddamn blessing for the pathetic little dick of mine.

She had no idea that on top of bragging about her blowjobs and banging 4-5 classmates, she’d also made me come. That kick followed by her full weight grinding down? Better than a handjob... probably even better than sex.

How could I ever forget...

"Wait... Shit.

I just came again.

End

What I am about to share with you happened when I was in 5th grade of the high school (I specify that it was a high school, so that others do not get confused). It was one of the last days of school and out of approximately 20 classmates, only 5 of us remained (those who still had to be called for an oral exam in Art History).

All of us was 18 years old.

We were 3 boys and 2 girls. During the break, the other two boys left, and I stayed in class to talk with them - Deborah and Alessandra (I’ll call them that for convenience).

"So you've been practicing combat sports for 5 years?", Deborah asked me.

"Yes, exactly. I've also participated in several competitions", I replied.

"Cool. Could I ask you to teach me a few moves?", Deborah said.

I nodded and stood up, inviting her to mirror my guard stance. I corrected her form mistakes, then showed her some punches, encouraging her to mimic the technique.

After demonstrating a few punches, I showed her the front kick. I stood in front of her to check the execution, but her foot's toe just grazed my balls.

I flinched slightly on instinct; thankfully, my jeans absorbed most of the impact, though it was weak.

"Oops, sorry", Deborah blurted out. Alessandra watched with interest.

"Don't worry about it", I said. "This helped me realize you didn't throw it right because you should've aimed for your stomach and used your heel".

"But this move is more effective on balls!", Deborah insisted.

Alessandra added: "Great technique for making pancakes outta balls".

"If you think it's more effective on balls, then use it on balls", I said as the two girls burst out laughing at Alessandra's pancake comment.

A slight hard-on had formed from Deborah's weak kick and their teasing.

I demonstrated again: Deborah should lift her knee high, then push her leg like a spring, aiming to hit with the sole of her shoe.

"You should get back into position", Alessandra said.

"...you're right". I agreed and stood in front of Deborah with my legs apart.

This time, Deborah's kick was better. She played sports and had enough flexibility for that kind of move. It wasn't perfect, but effective.

Did she aim for my stomach? No. She decided to go straight for the balls again.

Her red low-cut Converse sole slammed into my crotch: the heel struck dead center on the balls while the upper part crushed my hard-on."

Between their laughter, I doubled over. My jeans absorbed some of the impact, but the kick was stronger than before.

"Direct hit", Deborah giggled.

"Scrambled eggs!", Alessandra added with a snicker.

Once I readjusted myself, I complimented Deborah on her form, though she had just wrecked me.

Alessandra wanted to try too...

End of part 1. To be continued...