kickthem
04-21-2010, 04:19 PM
Ballbusting Emporium
Greg was nervous as he eased open the door to the non-descript building. He checked the address again – 6729 Elm Street. It was correct.
‘Yes,’ he told himself. ‘You are going to do this. You know it’s what you want.'
Taking a deep breath, he walked down the dimly lit hallway until he found the door he was looking for – Suite 145, BB Services, Inc.
He entered a small, sparsely furnished reception area. Four plain chairs occupied the space along one wall. A simple desk resided in front of the rear wall. No one was there at the moment. A windowless door was located behind and to the left of the desk.
Greg noticed a button on the desk top, behind which was a sign stating “Ring Bell for Service”. Swallowing, he pressed the button.
A moment later the door behind the desk opened and an attractive young woman emerged. She was brunette, about 5’-7” tall. She wore a light-colored blouse with a black skirt that ended a couple of inches above her knees. Greg noticed her legs were long and shapely and his eyes were drawn to the classic-styled stiletto-heeled black pumps she wore on her feet.
“Good afternoon, sir,” the woman greeted him with a warm smile. “My name is Judy. How may I help you?”
“Um-um…” Greg stammered. “I – I saw your ad on the Internet and I, uh, thought I might like to try one of your services.”
Judy gave him a knowing smile. “And what service might that be?” she asked.
“I, ah… I’d like to have my balls busted,” he said softly.
“Of course,” Judy said. “We offer a wide variety of ballbusting services. The basics are kicking, kneeing, punching and squeezing. We also offer more involved methods, including several types of stretching. Have you decided on the manner in which you’d like to have it done?”
“I, ahhh… I thought that kicking would be something I’d like to try.”
“Excellent choice,” Judy said. “We have a number of very talented ladies who specialize in ball-kicking. You may choose from sensuous to extremely cruel and vicious. Do you know the level at which you’d like to start?”
“Not really,” Greg said. “You see, I’ve had this fetish for a while… That is I’ve had a fantasy about having my, uh, balls kicked, but I’ve never known anyone I could ask to do it.”
“Your situation is very common,” Judy told him as she pulled out an application form. “Many men have fetishes that go unfulfilled because they are too embarrassed to ask their girlfriend or their wife to help them. That is to be expected. And that’s why we’re here. We can fulfill your fetish and fantasy with no worries on your part. We
don’t judge you.”
“I see,” Greg said, feeling a bit more comfortable now.
“So tell me,” Judy continued, “how should the woman who kicks you be dressed?”
“Well,” Greg said, “pretty much exactly like you are.”
“Why thank you,” Judy smiled at him as she wrote some information on the form. “And would like to be kicked with shoes or barefoot?”
“With shoes.” Greg’s voice was very low and thick.
“And what kind of shoes would you prefer?” Judy asked.
“Pumps,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Black pumps with stiletto heels.”
Judy wrote down his responses and then looked up at him and smiled warmly. “Please, Greg, don’t be nervous or embarrassed. We are professionals here. We do this all the time. We enjoy our work.”
A weak smile formed on Greg’s mouth. “Well, it’s really difficult to say this kind of stuff in front of people,” he said. “I – I’ve never told anyone I was interested in having my balls kicked.”
Judy reached across and placed her hand on top of Greg’s. “I know it’s hard the first time,” she soothed. “But if you’ll relax and let us do our job, I know we’ll make you happy.”
Greg nodded and said, “Thank you, Judy. You are very kind. I would like to ask, though, do you… do you kick the customers, or are you the office manager, or…”
Judy grinned and said, “My primary job is to greet customers and get them set up with one of our pros. But, on occasion, if we are exceptionally busy, I will perform the service for a client.”
“I see,” said Greg.
“Do you have any other questions?” Judy asked.
“Um, I guess just the price.”
“We have a number of options,” Judy explained. “You can purchase a basic package of five kicks for $25.00. The next level is 12 kicks for $50.00. And our best deal is 50 kicks for $100.00. We don’t recommend this package to novices. All kicks must be taken in the same session. If you get to the point where you feel you can’t take any more, you do lose the remaining kicks. We offer each package in three intensity levels – light kicking, solid kicking, and full-force kicking. Again, we don’t recommend the full-force level to a novice. The price is the same no matter what intensity level you select. And you can change the level during the session. For example, if you purchase the 12 kick package in light kicking, if, after taking a few kicks you decide it isn’t intense enough for you, you may take the remaining kicks at a higher level. So,” Judy concluded, “are you ready to make a selection?”
“I think so,” Greg nodded.
“Good. Let me show you our portfolio.” Judy opened a drawer and retrieved a book. “This has pictures and data on each of our ball-kicking pros. Look through it and let me know who you would like to kick your balls.”
Greg took the book and opened to the first page. There was a photo of a stunning blonde. The data given said her name was Helga and that she was 5’-10” and weighed 145 pounds. Greg examined the photo and saw that her legs were long and muscular and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body. She wore open-toed pumps with four-inch heels. He could feel a tightness begin to develop in his crotch as he imagined her foot connecting with his balls.
On the next page was a photo of a petite brunette. Her name was Stephanie and she was only 5’-2” and 100 pounds. Her legs rippled with muscle. She wore strappy sandals with three-inch heels.
Next was another blonde. This was Melissa and she was 5’-7” and 130 pounds. Her legs were long and slender, but beautifully toned. Her feet were adorned with classic black pumps with four-inch stiletto heels.
Page four showed an auburn-haired beauty named Claire. She was 5’-5” and 120 pounds. She had incredibly long legs for her height. On her feet was a pair of elegant mules with three-inch heels.
Greg’s heart nearly stopped when he saw page five. The photo was of a raven-haired beauty named Lisa. She was 5’-9” and 135 pounds. In Greg’s mind her legs were absolute perfection. Long and muscular, but not like a body builder’s; just developed to feminine perfection. She wore black Mary-Jane pumps with four-inch heels.
“I’d like Lisa,” he said as he handed the book back to Judy.
“I thought you’d pick her,” Judy said with a knowing grin. “What package would you like to try?”
“I’d – I’d like the 12 kick package at the solid level,” he stammered. His cock was nearly fully erect in his pants now as his anticipation level grew.
“Excellent choice for your first time. How would like to pay?”
“I – I have cash,” Greg mumbled as he fumbled for his wallet and fished out the proper amount.
“Thank you so much, Greg,” Judy said. “I know you’ll enjoy it. Just so you’re aware, feel free to tip your kicker when she’s done. It is absolutely not required, but showing your appreciation for a job well done will lead to very enthusiastic encounters on future visits.
“Now, Lisa is with a client for about another 15 minutes, but I’ll take you back to a room and get you set up.”
She led Greg through the door into the private area. There was a long hallway with several doors along one side. As they walked down the hall muted sounds could be heard from behind one of the doors. Judy paused and said, “Helga is with a client in here. We can’t open the door and watch, but we can listen if you’d like.”
Greg nodded and they waited.
Shortly there was a loud SMACK followed by an agonized groan. Greg heard cruel female laughter and then a voice ask, “Was that one hard enough for you?”
“Sounds like the client switched intensity levels,” commented Judy.
Greg cringed as another SMACK could be heard. This time it was followed by an even more pitiful moan.
“Think you can take four more like that?” the female voice challenged.
As Greg and Judy listened, there was silence for a few moments. Then the familiar SMACK followed by the agonized moan. Greg cringed as he pictured the woman’s foot flying into the man’s unprotected balls.
After a moment there was another SMACK, another moan, and this time a thudding sound.
“Wow!” said Judy. “She must have really nailed his balls that time. It sounds like she put him on the floor.”
Greg could only imagine what the client was experiencing. He was starting to get really nervous. ‘Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,’ he thought to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by yet another SMACK. This one was followed by the most pathetic moan of all – one that continued for a while before all was quiet. Then, “One more to go,” the female voice said. “You’re not going to quit on me, are you?”
Greg heard a rustling noise as he presumed the client was getting back to his feet.
“N-no,” a weak male voice answered. “I – I’ll take the last one.”
“Excellent!” the female voice said, the excitement noticeable in her tone.
There was another moment of silence, followed by the loudest SMACK of all.
This time there was only a barely audible squeak of agony as the male collapsed to the floor in a pitiful heap.
“Whew!” Judy breathed. “That was really intense.”
Greg just stared at the door.
“Come on,” Judy said. “There’s something I want you to see before we get you set up in a room.”
Further down the hall there was a room with a glass viewing panel. Inside Greg could see a naked male and a fully-clothed female. The female had her hand intricately wrapped around the man’s balls.
“This is a one-way mirror,” Judy explained. “We can see them, but they can’t see us. The woman doing the squeezing is Tammy. She has amazing talent, as you will soon see.”
Greg stared dumbly as he watched Tammy manipulate the man’s balls, whose cock was so erect it looked as though the skin would burst. Her hand kneaded the balls as though they were an unfeeling wad of putty. Quite the contrary, they felt every bit of pressure that was being exercised on them. The man was half bent over, a look of intense agony on his face. Perspiration flowed freely from his brow.
Greg and Judy watched the action for about a minute when without warning a huge geyser of sperm erupted from the man’s throbbing cock. This was quickly followed by several more. Tammy kept squeezing and kneading the balls, coaxing even more sperm from the tortured balls. The poor man looked as though he was about to pass out.
“P-please, Tammy… th-that’s enough!” the man begged. “Oh, jeez, it hurts…”
“Now, now,” Tammy soothed. “I want to be sure we’ve got it all out. I’m going to squeeze really hard now.”
“Oh lord, noooo…” the man gasped as Tammy’s hand clamped down even more firmly. As she squeezed, the man’s cocked jerked a couple more times and ejected a little more sperm.
“See? I knew you had a little left. There, I think that’s got it all out now.”
Tammy let go of the man’s balls and he collapsed to the floor, gasping. She turned to the window and grinned at Judy and Greg.
Greg was so stunned at what he had just seen that Judy had to shake him to get his attention.
“Come along, Greg. We’ll head down to your room now.”
Feeling a bit queasy, Greg followed Judy down the hall to an open door. She led him inside the room and explained his options.
“Okay, Greg. Today you have selected Lisa as your kicker. You will be completely naked and she will remain fully clothed. You have the option of standing free while she kicks your balls, or you may choose to be bound to our special rack.”
Judy pointed to a device near the back wall of the room. Greg looked at it and mumbled, “I –I think I’ll stand free today.”
“All right,” Judy said. “Some men like to have their hands bound behind their back so they aren’t tempted to block a kick. This is especially true of first-timers such as yourself. Remember, you can stop the proceedings at any time just by asking, but you will forfeit however many remaining kicks you have without a refund.”
“I think… I think having my hands tied would be a good idea,” Greg agreed.
“Fine,” said Judy. “Lisa should be in in about five or ten minutes. Get undressed while you’re waiting. Lisa will take care of everything when she arrives.
“Remember, Greg, we want you to enjoy yourself. If at any time things become too intense, you may stop. But I don’t think you’ll do that. Lisa is really good with novices. She’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“Th-thank you, Judy,” Greg said softly.
“Stop by on your way out and let me know how it went,” she urged.
“I will.”
“Great. Well, I’ll see you in a little while.”
Judy left and Greg nervously begin to strip. His fingers trembled as he undid the buttons of his shirt and unzipped his pants. When he had finished undressing, he sat down in the room’s only chair and waited.
It was very quiet in his room. In the background he could hear faint smacking sounds, no doubt the result of female feet impacting defenseless balls. He could hear musical feminine laughter and soft moaning.
Then Lisa walked into the room. She was a vision of loveliness. She wore a sleeveless blouse with a loose, pleated skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. She long legs were displayed in sheer taupe colored pantyhose. On her feet she wore the same Mary-Jane pumps as in her photo.
“Good afternoon, Greg,” she greeted as he got to his feet. “I’m Lisa, as you know, and I’ll be kicking your balls.”
“Hello, Lisa,” Greg said. “I – I’m looking forward to it… I think.”
She laughed. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Judy has told me what you’ve ordered for today, so we can get started. You’d like me to tie your hands behind you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Okay.” Lisa went to a small chest of drawers and removed a length of rope. She positioned Greg’s hand behind his back and skillfully secured them.
“There we are, all set,” Lisa said. “Please stand in front of me, Greg, and spread your legs to about shoulder width. This will let you balls hang free and leave plenty of room for my foot.” She looked him directly in the eyes as she spoke.
“You’ve got twelve kicks at the solid level coming. That’s not at all unreasonable for a novice. Your balls will ache when I’m done, but not so much that it will be unbearable.”
Greg looked down and studied Lisa’s high-heeled feet. They looked so beautiful, yet he knew they were capable of inflicting intense pain given the opportunity.
“And remember, Greg, you can change the intensity to a higher level at any time.”
He glanced up at her and nodded, then returned his gaze to her feet.
“I see you really like looking at my feet,” she said.
“Yes, Lisa. They are beautiful.”
“Would you like your first kick now?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
Lisa move into position and swung her right foot directly into Greg’s dangling balls.
smack
Greg grunted, but was surprised that it hadn’t hurt as much as he anticipated.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Lisa interrupted Greg’s thoughts. “It didn’t hurt that much. That is true. Individual kicks at the solid level aren’t particularly painful. But the effect is cumulative. After three or four a dull
ache will begin building in your gut.”
“Oh,” Greg said.
“Ready for number two?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
For a second time Lisa’s right foot swung in a smooth arc and landed directly in Greg’s balls.
smack
“Ooooph,” Greg muttered. This one hurt a little more, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
“Again?” Lisa asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
Kick number three land just as accurately as the first two.
smack
“Ummph.” Greg noted that Lisa was accurate in her prediction. Even though the kick itself didn’t hurt too badly, the effect of all three combined was starting to build.
“How about three in a row?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Greg agreed.
Three times in rapid succession Lisa’s foot slapped into Greg’s tender balls.
smack… smack… smack
“Ohhhhhhhh…” Now it was starting to really hurt. The ache in Greg’s gut was becoming very intense. If his hands hadn’t been tied, he would have clutched at his balls in an effort to ease the discomfort.
“I told you what would happen,” Lisa reminded Greg. “It hurts quite a bit, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yesss…” Greg gasped.
“You’re not going to quit on me, though, are you?”
“Oh no, ma’am,” Greg answered. “It hurts, but it’s a good hurt.”
“For the next three,” Lisa suggested, how about if I give you a kick, wait fifteen seconds, give you another kick, wait thirty seconds and give you the third kick?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Greg agreed.
Lisa’s talented foot delivered three more kicks in the described manner.
smack… … smack… … … smack
“Huuuuuummmmphhhhh…” Greg groaned deeply as Lisa delivered the last of this group of kicks. His gut really ached now and his balls were starting to swell.
“You’re doing very well for a novice, Greg,” Lisa complimented him. I’ve had guys quite after only three or four light kicks. It takes a real man to start out at the solid level and take them all. You’ve got three left. Think you can handle them?”
“Yes, Lisa. I will not quit,” Greg replied.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Lisa said. “We’ll do the last ones one at a time. You can tell me when you’re ready for the next one.”
“Okay,” said Greg.
“Ready now?”
“Yes, ma’am. Give me number ten.”
Lisa smiled and delivered kick number ten.
smack
“Wheeeeewwww!” Greg gasped. He gritted his teeth and said, “Give me number eleven right now!”
“Yes, sir!” Lisa said gleefully.
Kick number eleven was on its way and landed with pinpoint accuracy.
smack
“Whooooaaaaaaa!” Greg let out a deep, agonized moan. Then, a devil-may-care feeling washed over him and he said,
“Lisa, I want you to give me the last one full-force, please.”
“Are you sure?” she said with an evil grin on her face.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Absolutely sure.”
“You’ve got it,” Lisa told him. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Greg stood before this beautiful woman – a woman who was about to kick his aching balls as hard as she could. He took several deep breaths and said,
“Lisa, please kick my balls with everything you’ve got.”
Lisa moved back and carefully measured her steps. She looked at Greg and he nodded slightly, confirming he wanted her to continue. Lisa strode forward and swung her leg in a perfect arc, accelerating her foot dead-center into Greg’s balls.
SPLATTT
The sound of Lisa’s foot slamming into Greg’s balls was sickening. Greg straightened up, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed onto the floor, ***********.
*****
Later, Greg awoke in the same room. There was an ice bag in his crotch against his balls. Lisa was sitting in the chair.
“Good. You’re awake,” she said.
Greg tried to sit up, but the room began spinning. He felt nauseous.
“Don’t try to get up, yet,” Lisa cautioned. “Take a few minutes to get your bearings.”
Greg took a few deep breaths. His balls throbbed with an agony the likes of which he had never before felt. Slowly, he sat up.
“Lisa… oh my… my balls… What did you do to my balls?”
“Relax, Greg,” she said calmly. “Your balls will be fine in a couple of days. I’m afraid, though, that you will be more than a bit uncomfortable for a while.” She smiled at him. Her legs were crossed and she gently swung her foot back and forth. Greg’s eyes were drawn to it. The motion soon became hypnotic and he relaxed, though his balls still ached.
“That’s better,” Lisa said as she saw the tension leaving Greg’s body. She continued to swing her foot back and forth.
“Oh, Lisa,” Greg said softly. “I can’t believe I let you do that to me. But, somehow, after a few days, I know I’ll want to come back for more.”
“Thank you, Greg,” Lisa said. “It makes me feel proud to know I have done my job so well.”
Gingerly, Greg moved to his hands and knees and eased his way over to Lisa. With deep reverence, he took her foot in his hand, the foot that had so devastated his balls, and then lowered his head and placed his lips on the toe of her shoe. His eyes closed as he paid homage to the object of his desire.
After a bit Lisa gently pulled her foot away and said softly, “Time to go, Greg. I have another client scheduled.”
Reluctantly, Greg got to his feet and gingerly got dressed. As Lisa was ready to go, Greg opened his wallet and tipped her $100.00.
“Thank you so much,” she said with genuine feeling. “I hope to see you again some time.”
“Oh, you will, Greg answered. “You will…”
*****
On the way out, Greg saw Judy seated at the front desk. She smiled when she saw him and giggled when she noticed he was moving with small, careful steps.
“I trust your session went well?” she asked.
Greg returned her smile and said, “It couldn’t have been better.”
Greg was nervous as he eased open the door to the non-descript building. He checked the address again – 6729 Elm Street. It was correct.
‘Yes,’ he told himself. ‘You are going to do this. You know it’s what you want.'
Taking a deep breath, he walked down the dimly lit hallway until he found the door he was looking for – Suite 145, BB Services, Inc.
He entered a small, sparsely furnished reception area. Four plain chairs occupied the space along one wall. A simple desk resided in front of the rear wall. No one was there at the moment. A windowless door was located behind and to the left of the desk.
Greg noticed a button on the desk top, behind which was a sign stating “Ring Bell for Service”. Swallowing, he pressed the button.
A moment later the door behind the desk opened and an attractive young woman emerged. She was brunette, about 5’-7” tall. She wore a light-colored blouse with a black skirt that ended a couple of inches above her knees. Greg noticed her legs were long and shapely and his eyes were drawn to the classic-styled stiletto-heeled black pumps she wore on her feet.
“Good afternoon, sir,” the woman greeted him with a warm smile. “My name is Judy. How may I help you?”
“Um-um…” Greg stammered. “I – I saw your ad on the Internet and I, uh, thought I might like to try one of your services.”
Judy gave him a knowing smile. “And what service might that be?” she asked.
“I, ah… I’d like to have my balls busted,” he said softly.
“Of course,” Judy said. “We offer a wide variety of ballbusting services. The basics are kicking, kneeing, punching and squeezing. We also offer more involved methods, including several types of stretching. Have you decided on the manner in which you’d like to have it done?”
“I, ahhh… I thought that kicking would be something I’d like to try.”
“Excellent choice,” Judy said. “We have a number of very talented ladies who specialize in ball-kicking. You may choose from sensuous to extremely cruel and vicious. Do you know the level at which you’d like to start?”
“Not really,” Greg said. “You see, I’ve had this fetish for a while… That is I’ve had a fantasy about having my, uh, balls kicked, but I’ve never known anyone I could ask to do it.”
“Your situation is very common,” Judy told him as she pulled out an application form. “Many men have fetishes that go unfulfilled because they are too embarrassed to ask their girlfriend or their wife to help them. That is to be expected. And that’s why we’re here. We can fulfill your fetish and fantasy with no worries on your part. We
don’t judge you.”
“I see,” Greg said, feeling a bit more comfortable now.
“So tell me,” Judy continued, “how should the woman who kicks you be dressed?”
“Well,” Greg said, “pretty much exactly like you are.”
“Why thank you,” Judy smiled at him as she wrote some information on the form. “And would like to be kicked with shoes or barefoot?”
“With shoes.” Greg’s voice was very low and thick.
“And what kind of shoes would you prefer?” Judy asked.
“Pumps,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Black pumps with stiletto heels.”
Judy wrote down his responses and then looked up at him and smiled warmly. “Please, Greg, don’t be nervous or embarrassed. We are professionals here. We do this all the time. We enjoy our work.”
A weak smile formed on Greg’s mouth. “Well, it’s really difficult to say this kind of stuff in front of people,” he said. “I – I’ve never told anyone I was interested in having my balls kicked.”
Judy reached across and placed her hand on top of Greg’s. “I know it’s hard the first time,” she soothed. “But if you’ll relax and let us do our job, I know we’ll make you happy.”
Greg nodded and said, “Thank you, Judy. You are very kind. I would like to ask, though, do you… do you kick the customers, or are you the office manager, or…”
Judy grinned and said, “My primary job is to greet customers and get them set up with one of our pros. But, on occasion, if we are exceptionally busy, I will perform the service for a client.”
“I see,” said Greg.
“Do you have any other questions?” Judy asked.
“Um, I guess just the price.”
“We have a number of options,” Judy explained. “You can purchase a basic package of five kicks for $25.00. The next level is 12 kicks for $50.00. And our best deal is 50 kicks for $100.00. We don’t recommend this package to novices. All kicks must be taken in the same session. If you get to the point where you feel you can’t take any more, you do lose the remaining kicks. We offer each package in three intensity levels – light kicking, solid kicking, and full-force kicking. Again, we don’t recommend the full-force level to a novice. The price is the same no matter what intensity level you select. And you can change the level during the session. For example, if you purchase the 12 kick package in light kicking, if, after taking a few kicks you decide it isn’t intense enough for you, you may take the remaining kicks at a higher level. So,” Judy concluded, “are you ready to make a selection?”
“I think so,” Greg nodded.
“Good. Let me show you our portfolio.” Judy opened a drawer and retrieved a book. “This has pictures and data on each of our ball-kicking pros. Look through it and let me know who you would like to kick your balls.”
Greg took the book and opened to the first page. There was a photo of a stunning blonde. The data given said her name was Helga and that she was 5’-10” and weighed 145 pounds. Greg examined the photo and saw that her legs were long and muscular and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body. She wore open-toed pumps with four-inch heels. He could feel a tightness begin to develop in his crotch as he imagined her foot connecting with his balls.
On the next page was a photo of a petite brunette. Her name was Stephanie and she was only 5’-2” and 100 pounds. Her legs rippled with muscle. She wore strappy sandals with three-inch heels.
Next was another blonde. This was Melissa and she was 5’-7” and 130 pounds. Her legs were long and slender, but beautifully toned. Her feet were adorned with classic black pumps with four-inch stiletto heels.
Page four showed an auburn-haired beauty named Claire. She was 5’-5” and 120 pounds. She had incredibly long legs for her height. On her feet was a pair of elegant mules with three-inch heels.
Greg’s heart nearly stopped when he saw page five. The photo was of a raven-haired beauty named Lisa. She was 5’-9” and 135 pounds. In Greg’s mind her legs were absolute perfection. Long and muscular, but not like a body builder’s; just developed to feminine perfection. She wore black Mary-Jane pumps with four-inch heels.
“I’d like Lisa,” he said as he handed the book back to Judy.
“I thought you’d pick her,” Judy said with a knowing grin. “What package would you like to try?”
“I’d – I’d like the 12 kick package at the solid level,” he stammered. His cock was nearly fully erect in his pants now as his anticipation level grew.
“Excellent choice for your first time. How would like to pay?”
“I – I have cash,” Greg mumbled as he fumbled for his wallet and fished out the proper amount.
“Thank you so much, Greg,” Judy said. “I know you’ll enjoy it. Just so you’re aware, feel free to tip your kicker when she’s done. It is absolutely not required, but showing your appreciation for a job well done will lead to very enthusiastic encounters on future visits.
“Now, Lisa is with a client for about another 15 minutes, but I’ll take you back to a room and get you set up.”
She led Greg through the door into the private area. There was a long hallway with several doors along one side. As they walked down the hall muted sounds could be heard from behind one of the doors. Judy paused and said, “Helga is with a client in here. We can’t open the door and watch, but we can listen if you’d like.”
Greg nodded and they waited.
Shortly there was a loud SMACK followed by an agonized groan. Greg heard cruel female laughter and then a voice ask, “Was that one hard enough for you?”
“Sounds like the client switched intensity levels,” commented Judy.
Greg cringed as another SMACK could be heard. This time it was followed by an even more pitiful moan.
“Think you can take four more like that?” the female voice challenged.
As Greg and Judy listened, there was silence for a few moments. Then the familiar SMACK followed by the agonized moan. Greg cringed as he pictured the woman’s foot flying into the man’s unprotected balls.
After a moment there was another SMACK, another moan, and this time a thudding sound.
“Wow!” said Judy. “She must have really nailed his balls that time. It sounds like she put him on the floor.”
Greg could only imagine what the client was experiencing. He was starting to get really nervous. ‘Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,’ he thought to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by yet another SMACK. This one was followed by the most pathetic moan of all – one that continued for a while before all was quiet. Then, “One more to go,” the female voice said. “You’re not going to quit on me, are you?”
Greg heard a rustling noise as he presumed the client was getting back to his feet.
“N-no,” a weak male voice answered. “I – I’ll take the last one.”
“Excellent!” the female voice said, the excitement noticeable in her tone.
There was another moment of silence, followed by the loudest SMACK of all.
This time there was only a barely audible squeak of agony as the male collapsed to the floor in a pitiful heap.
“Whew!” Judy breathed. “That was really intense.”
Greg just stared at the door.
“Come on,” Judy said. “There’s something I want you to see before we get you set up in a room.”
Further down the hall there was a room with a glass viewing panel. Inside Greg could see a naked male and a fully-clothed female. The female had her hand intricately wrapped around the man’s balls.
“This is a one-way mirror,” Judy explained. “We can see them, but they can’t see us. The woman doing the squeezing is Tammy. She has amazing talent, as you will soon see.”
Greg stared dumbly as he watched Tammy manipulate the man’s balls, whose cock was so erect it looked as though the skin would burst. Her hand kneaded the balls as though they were an unfeeling wad of putty. Quite the contrary, they felt every bit of pressure that was being exercised on them. The man was half bent over, a look of intense agony on his face. Perspiration flowed freely from his brow.
Greg and Judy watched the action for about a minute when without warning a huge geyser of sperm erupted from the man’s throbbing cock. This was quickly followed by several more. Tammy kept squeezing and kneading the balls, coaxing even more sperm from the tortured balls. The poor man looked as though he was about to pass out.
“P-please, Tammy… th-that’s enough!” the man begged. “Oh, jeez, it hurts…”
“Now, now,” Tammy soothed. “I want to be sure we’ve got it all out. I’m going to squeeze really hard now.”
“Oh lord, noooo…” the man gasped as Tammy’s hand clamped down even more firmly. As she squeezed, the man’s cocked jerked a couple more times and ejected a little more sperm.
“See? I knew you had a little left. There, I think that’s got it all out now.”
Tammy let go of the man’s balls and he collapsed to the floor, gasping. She turned to the window and grinned at Judy and Greg.
Greg was so stunned at what he had just seen that Judy had to shake him to get his attention.
“Come along, Greg. We’ll head down to your room now.”
Feeling a bit queasy, Greg followed Judy down the hall to an open door. She led him inside the room and explained his options.
“Okay, Greg. Today you have selected Lisa as your kicker. You will be completely naked and she will remain fully clothed. You have the option of standing free while she kicks your balls, or you may choose to be bound to our special rack.”
Judy pointed to a device near the back wall of the room. Greg looked at it and mumbled, “I –I think I’ll stand free today.”
“All right,” Judy said. “Some men like to have their hands bound behind their back so they aren’t tempted to block a kick. This is especially true of first-timers such as yourself. Remember, you can stop the proceedings at any time just by asking, but you will forfeit however many remaining kicks you have without a refund.”
“I think… I think having my hands tied would be a good idea,” Greg agreed.
“Fine,” said Judy. “Lisa should be in in about five or ten minutes. Get undressed while you’re waiting. Lisa will take care of everything when she arrives.
“Remember, Greg, we want you to enjoy yourself. If at any time things become too intense, you may stop. But I don’t think you’ll do that. Lisa is really good with novices. She’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“Th-thank you, Judy,” Greg said softly.
“Stop by on your way out and let me know how it went,” she urged.
“I will.”
“Great. Well, I’ll see you in a little while.”
Judy left and Greg nervously begin to strip. His fingers trembled as he undid the buttons of his shirt and unzipped his pants. When he had finished undressing, he sat down in the room’s only chair and waited.
It was very quiet in his room. In the background he could hear faint smacking sounds, no doubt the result of female feet impacting defenseless balls. He could hear musical feminine laughter and soft moaning.
Then Lisa walked into the room. She was a vision of loveliness. She wore a sleeveless blouse with a loose, pleated skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. She long legs were displayed in sheer taupe colored pantyhose. On her feet she wore the same Mary-Jane pumps as in her photo.
“Good afternoon, Greg,” she greeted as he got to his feet. “I’m Lisa, as you know, and I’ll be kicking your balls.”
“Hello, Lisa,” Greg said. “I – I’m looking forward to it… I think.”
She laughed. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Judy has told me what you’ve ordered for today, so we can get started. You’d like me to tie your hands behind you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Okay.” Lisa went to a small chest of drawers and removed a length of rope. She positioned Greg’s hand behind his back and skillfully secured them.
“There we are, all set,” Lisa said. “Please stand in front of me, Greg, and spread your legs to about shoulder width. This will let you balls hang free and leave plenty of room for my foot.” She looked him directly in the eyes as she spoke.
“You’ve got twelve kicks at the solid level coming. That’s not at all unreasonable for a novice. Your balls will ache when I’m done, but not so much that it will be unbearable.”
Greg looked down and studied Lisa’s high-heeled feet. They looked so beautiful, yet he knew they were capable of inflicting intense pain given the opportunity.
“And remember, Greg, you can change the intensity to a higher level at any time.”
He glanced up at her and nodded, then returned his gaze to her feet.
“I see you really like looking at my feet,” she said.
“Yes, Lisa. They are beautiful.”
“Would you like your first kick now?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
Lisa move into position and swung her right foot directly into Greg’s dangling balls.
smack
Greg grunted, but was surprised that it hadn’t hurt as much as he anticipated.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Lisa interrupted Greg’s thoughts. “It didn’t hurt that much. That is true. Individual kicks at the solid level aren’t particularly painful. But the effect is cumulative. After three or four a dull
ache will begin building in your gut.”
“Oh,” Greg said.
“Ready for number two?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
For a second time Lisa’s right foot swung in a smooth arc and landed directly in Greg’s balls.
smack
“Ooooph,” Greg muttered. This one hurt a little more, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
“Again?” Lisa asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
Kick number three land just as accurately as the first two.
smack
“Ummph.” Greg noted that Lisa was accurate in her prediction. Even though the kick itself didn’t hurt too badly, the effect of all three combined was starting to build.
“How about three in a row?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Greg agreed.
Three times in rapid succession Lisa’s foot slapped into Greg’s tender balls.
smack… smack… smack
“Ohhhhhhhh…” Now it was starting to really hurt. The ache in Greg’s gut was becoming very intense. If his hands hadn’t been tied, he would have clutched at his balls in an effort to ease the discomfort.
“I told you what would happen,” Lisa reminded Greg. “It hurts quite a bit, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yesss…” Greg gasped.
“You’re not going to quit on me, though, are you?”
“Oh no, ma’am,” Greg answered. “It hurts, but it’s a good hurt.”
“For the next three,” Lisa suggested, how about if I give you a kick, wait fifteen seconds, give you another kick, wait thirty seconds and give you the third kick?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Greg agreed.
Lisa’s talented foot delivered three more kicks in the described manner.
smack… … smack… … … smack
“Huuuuuummmmphhhhh…” Greg groaned deeply as Lisa delivered the last of this group of kicks. His gut really ached now and his balls were starting to swell.
“You’re doing very well for a novice, Greg,” Lisa complimented him. I’ve had guys quite after only three or four light kicks. It takes a real man to start out at the solid level and take them all. You’ve got three left. Think you can handle them?”
“Yes, Lisa. I will not quit,” Greg replied.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Lisa said. “We’ll do the last ones one at a time. You can tell me when you’re ready for the next one.”
“Okay,” said Greg.
“Ready now?”
“Yes, ma’am. Give me number ten.”
Lisa smiled and delivered kick number ten.
smack
“Wheeeeewwww!” Greg gasped. He gritted his teeth and said, “Give me number eleven right now!”
“Yes, sir!” Lisa said gleefully.
Kick number eleven was on its way and landed with pinpoint accuracy.
smack
“Whooooaaaaaaa!” Greg let out a deep, agonized moan. Then, a devil-may-care feeling washed over him and he said,
“Lisa, I want you to give me the last one full-force, please.”
“Are you sure?” she said with an evil grin on her face.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Absolutely sure.”
“You’ve got it,” Lisa told him. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Greg stood before this beautiful woman – a woman who was about to kick his aching balls as hard as she could. He took several deep breaths and said,
“Lisa, please kick my balls with everything you’ve got.”
Lisa moved back and carefully measured her steps. She looked at Greg and he nodded slightly, confirming he wanted her to continue. Lisa strode forward and swung her leg in a perfect arc, accelerating her foot dead-center into Greg’s balls.
SPLATTT
The sound of Lisa’s foot slamming into Greg’s balls was sickening. Greg straightened up, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed onto the floor, ***********.
*****
Later, Greg awoke in the same room. There was an ice bag in his crotch against his balls. Lisa was sitting in the chair.
“Good. You’re awake,” she said.
Greg tried to sit up, but the room began spinning. He felt nauseous.
“Don’t try to get up, yet,” Lisa cautioned. “Take a few minutes to get your bearings.”
Greg took a few deep breaths. His balls throbbed with an agony the likes of which he had never before felt. Slowly, he sat up.
“Lisa… oh my… my balls… What did you do to my balls?”
“Relax, Greg,” she said calmly. “Your balls will be fine in a couple of days. I’m afraid, though, that you will be more than a bit uncomfortable for a while.” She smiled at him. Her legs were crossed and she gently swung her foot back and forth. Greg’s eyes were drawn to it. The motion soon became hypnotic and he relaxed, though his balls still ached.
“That’s better,” Lisa said as she saw the tension leaving Greg’s body. She continued to swing her foot back and forth.
“Oh, Lisa,” Greg said softly. “I can’t believe I let you do that to me. But, somehow, after a few days, I know I’ll want to come back for more.”
“Thank you, Greg,” Lisa said. “It makes me feel proud to know I have done my job so well.”
Gingerly, Greg moved to his hands and knees and eased his way over to Lisa. With deep reverence, he took her foot in his hand, the foot that had so devastated his balls, and then lowered his head and placed his lips on the toe of her shoe. His eyes closed as he paid homage to the object of his desire.
After a bit Lisa gently pulled her foot away and said softly, “Time to go, Greg. I have another client scheduled.”
Reluctantly, Greg got to his feet and gingerly got dressed. As Lisa was ready to go, Greg opened his wallet and tipped her $100.00.
“Thank you so much,” she said with genuine feeling. “I hope to see you again some time.”
“Oh, you will, Greg answered. “You will…”
*****
On the way out, Greg saw Judy seated at the front desk. She smiled when she saw him and giggled when she noticed he was moving with small, careful steps.
“I trust your session went well?” she asked.
Greg returned her smile and said, “It couldn’t have been better.”