Busting Brad's Balls

by Malicia Paine

  "Yes. I do," I said defiantly.

  "Well, you're out of your mind," he said.

  "Care to make it a wager?" I asked.

  He narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously, and then took a drink from his beer.

  "Are you serious?"

  "I'm deadly serious," I said, extending my arms and taunting him, swaying my bikini-clad hips back and forth. "You think you can take me no problem? I say prove it."

  "Oh, I'd like to take you," he said. "Just not in the way I think you mean."

  "Oh really? And what way is that?" I asked.

  He looked embarrassed and adjusted his crotch again. Obviously there was a raging erection down there.

  "I kind of want to have sex with you," he said sheepishly.

  "Only kind of?"

  "Okay…really badly," he admitted.

  I smiled triumphantly. Now I had him right where I wanted him.

  "Well," I started. "If you can manage to beat me in a wrestling match, then you can…have me!"

  "Are you serious?" he said.

  "You keep asking me that. What makes you think I'm not?"

  "I just don't want to hurt you, that's all. I like you."

  "You don't have to hurt me," I said. "You just have to pin me down for ten seconds. And look at me. Would you really want to pass up an opportunity to wrestle with this? And if you win, Brad. Then you can do whatever you want with me. You could tie me up…You could tease me…You could fuck me…all night. Until the sun comes up."

  "Really?" he said.

  "Really. Whatever you want. I even have a pair of handcuffs you could use to restrain me if you like. Not that a big guy like you would need them of course. But you could. I think I'd even like that. And you could do anything you want."

  "I don't really see how I could turn an offer like that down," he said, adjusting his crotch again. Look greedily at my goodies.

  "But if I win, I get to handcuff you."

  "Fine," he said. "But you won't win."

  "Don't be so sure," I said.

  "Really? How do you expect to win?"

  "I just need to keep you on the floor for ten seconds, right?"

  "Right. But I don't see any way you could achieve that."

  "We'll see. Ready?"

  He shrugged, put down his beer, and then got to his feet. Then got into his wrestling stance.

  "Ready," he said.

  ****

  Brad came straight at me, which I was more or less expecting, and so I timed my kick perfectly and got him square in the nuts!

  With his momentum, he continued forward, but it was pretty easy for me to pirouette out of the way and sent him slumping to the ground.

  I had kicked him as hard as I could. I probably shouldn't have, but what can I say? I really wanted to win! Winning meant I got to handcuff him. And toy with him…assuming that was okay. Him in handcuffs meant a lot of fun for me, and a lot of pain for him!

  I looked down at him and got ready to hold him and count, but then I realized he wasn't even conscious anymore. I'd actually caused him to pass out with a single kick! That fact made me incredibly wet! He was so powerful, and to take him down with one kick like that, well, that made me feel incredibly powerful. And perhaps a little guilty. I would have to make it up to him somehow. Well…maybe. We'll see. For now, I'd won the wager, so I went to my room and brought out my box of toys.

  Here's what was in my box of toys, among other things. I have a number of vibrators, for my own personal use—and believe me—they get a lot of use, because I get horny a lot. I guess a life of celibacy does that to a girl my age. But I have a lot of other toys, things I'd bought in the hopes of finding the right partner. The handcuffs, of course, you know about. But I also have other things there. On a whim, I bought a penis gag. Please don't judge me or laugh at me, but one of my ultimate fantasies is getting a guy to make me come over and over again with this strapped to his face, possibly while I play cruel games with his cock and balls.

  Of course I would still need Brad's consent for this. He'd merely agreed to being handcuffed for the night. Everything else would have to wait until he awoke.

  I took out the handcuffs, and then went to lock up Brad. I stopped and decided I wanted him topless for this, so I pulled off his shirt, and then I took the handcuffs and locked Brad's hands behind his back.

  Then I got a got look at him, and the sight of him nearly took my breath away! I'd seen him in his spandex outfits before, and that didn't leave much to the imagination, but now that I got a good look at him topless, I was positively elated. Brad was gorgeous! Every muscle seemed to be perfectly chiseled into his powerful frame. Perfects pecs. Perfect abs. And he was all mine! I just want to rub myself up against him and lick and kiss him. But first, I needed to wake the poor boy up. Hopefully he wouldn't be too cross with me.

  Then I shook him awake.

  "Hey," I said, when he finally opened his eyes.

  "What happened?" he asked, a little disoriented.

  "Well, we made a bet," I said. "We had a wrestling match, and you lost by knock out."

  "You kicked me in the balls," he said.

  "Yeah," I said.

  "That's cheating!"

  "You never said I couldn't cheat," I said with a wry smile.

  He tugged at the cuffs behind his back, suddenly noticing them.

  "Did you put handcuffs on me?"

  "That was part of the deal, remember?"

  "Yeah, I remember. But you cheated!"

  "Shh," I hushed, and then kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back. That was all I needed to know. He was still mine. "Are you mad at me?"

  "Not anymore," he said. "Where's my shirt?"

  "I took it off. I like looking at you like this. You're really fucking hot."

  "Ugh, so are you," he moaned, still looking a little uncomfortable.

  "Are you all right?" I asked.

  "I don't know. My balls still ache like a motherfucker."

  "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to kick you so hard. I didn't think you'd seriously just pass out like that."

  "Neither did I," he said. "No one's ever done that to me before. God, they still hurt."

  "Want me to check on them for you?"

  "I guess. Just please, don't do that again."

  I smiled in place of answering, and unzipped his pants. Then I pulled down his boxers and inspected his privates. His cock sprang free, and I could see that it was still mostly erect.

  "Ooo, someone's excited."

  "There's a hot girl in a bikini whose face is so close to my cock I can feel her breath on it. Of course I'm excited."

  I smiled. I then reached down and felt for his balls in his scrotum… one… two. Both seemed to be there. Both were still egg-shaped. I gave them a slight squeeze.

  "Ow," he yelped.

  "Sorry," I said. "I couldn't help myself. I think your balls are perfectly fine. They certainly feel fine to me."

  "Well they don't to me," he said.

  "I'm sorry," I giggled. "How can I make it up to you?" I whispered this last part, and then slowly lowered my mouth to his cock without breaking eye contact. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

  "Probably," he said shyly.

  "What?" I said. "Be specific."

  "I want you to suck my cock."

  I smiled, and was then only too happy to oblige.

  ****

  I've never actually sucked a man's cock before. Not a real one, anyway. I had watched a lot of porn though, and then I had practiced alone with that penis gag. In fact, one could argue that the penis gag was my first artificial boyfriend. I used to practice sucking it, imaging I was helping some beautiful boy get to the brink of orgasm, and then riding him until we both came together. Then I would ride my penis gag on the training dummy I kept in my room, and come, and come, until I felt satisfied and put it all away. Then I would feel really empty. Because really, it's a fantasy I always wanted to share with a real guy. Would Brad be my guy? He was certainly into i
t right now.

  Sucking a real cock is different, I'll say that much. For one thing, there's a real man behind it, and he makes noises—delightful, sexy pleasured noises. Desperate noises.

  Then suddenly I stopped, and just looked at Brad's cock, and then back at him in mock indignation.

  "Hey!" I said.

  "What?" he asked, his breathing still heavy from the throes of pleasure, and I could feel him trying to thrust his cock back up into my mouth, but shackled as he was, he was in no position to do so.

  "I won the bet. You should be the one pleasuring me," I said. "Bad. Bad, bad, Brad.

  Those last four syllables were each pair with a light slap on his balls with one hand, while the other gripped them and held them exposed. I'd abused balls before. But never before had I had so much precision and control. Or an erect cock in my face. I liked having Brad like this.

  "Ow, ow, ow, please stop."

  "Sorry…I got a little carried away…" I said. Though I didn't let go. "It's just so easy, and your balls are just so…vulnerable!"

  He tugged at his cuffs again, and gave me a look that I didn't quite like. It looked a little violent. Like he maybe wanted to hurt me.

  "Take these off me," he said.

  I suddenly felt a little twinge of fear. Things weren't going well, I thought. Had I fucked this all up? And if I let him go, was he going to try to get even and hurt me? Or worse…rape me?

  No, not Brad, I thought. There had been a few close calls in the past, but I'd always been able to fight them off. And Brad would never do that, would he? And anyway, he wouldn't dare try. He already knows how hard I can kick.

  "You agreed to this, though."

  "But you cheated," he said.

  "So if I beat you without cheating, you'd be fine with this then?" I asked.

  He stopped for a moment and seemed to consider this.

  "I guess."

  "Well then relax because I didn't cheat. We said ‘no rules’, remember?"

  "I don't remember you saying ‘no rules’," he said.

  "I'm pretty sure I did," I said, and gently stroked his cock. "I said ‘no rules’."

  "I said I didn't want to hurt you."

  "I know. And I said you didn't have to. All you had to do was pin me. But I didn't say you couldn't hurt me. Just that you didn't have to. And I never promised not to hurt you. Though I am sorry…I really didn't mean to kick you so hard. Do you think you can forgive me?"

  Before he could answer, I gently took his cock back into my mouth again, and slowly gave him very sensual head, never breaking eye contact, my eyes saying to him that though I was maybe being kind of mean, I really did want him to enjoy himself.

  "Yeah, okay."

  I took his cock out of my mouth.

  "Cool," I said with a smile, and promptly tucked it back into his pants for now.

  ****

  "Oh, that's mean!" he said, as I zipped up his fly.

  But he still had a big smile on his face.

  "I'm just getting started," I said, and then kissed his lips, while gently grinding my moist, bikini-clad crotch against his throbbing erection.

  "Oh…Jess…" he moaned.

  "I bet you wish you could take me right now," I said.

  "I do," he admitted.

  "Tell you what, Brad," I said. "I'll challenge you to a second game. If you can win that, I'll take those cuffs off you, and my original offer still stands. The cuffs come off you, and they go on me. You can torture me all night if you want to. Or you can force me to suck your cock all night if that's what you want. You can even fuck me, but you'll have to promise to be gentle."

  "Of course," he says.

  "Sure, you say that now," I said with a smile. "But you don't know the rules of the game yet."

  "Okay, so what is it?"

  "Well, you say it's not fair, that I cheated. If you knew low blows were allowed, would you still have challenged me?"

  "Probably," he said. "I'm not sure."

  "You would be allowed to kick back of course."

  "All right…" he said, seeming a bit confused.

  "So I challenge you to a game of roshambo."

  "You mean, like, rock, paper, scissors?

  "No…Roshambo. You kick me in the crotch, then I kick you in the crotch. First person to give up loses."

  "I'm pretty sure that's not what roshambo is."

  "I'm pretty sure you’re in no position to argue."

  "Fair enough."

  "So come on, Brad. I'll even give you the first shot."

  "I've said this before. I don't want to hurt you."

  "Really? After I kicked you really hard right in the nutsack? You don't want your revenge?"

  "Can't my revenge just be to fuck you?" he asked.

  I smiled. "If you win it can. But then again, what makes you think I won't enjoy that as much as you?"

  "You think you would?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

  "Of course I would! You're fucking hot, Brad! I kind of want to just fuck you right now."

  "Cool, well…let's do that then," he said eagerly.

  God damn it! I thought. I shouldn't have admitted to that. I wanted him to work for it. To have to earn it.

  "God damn it, Brad," I said. "You changed the subject. If you want to fuck me, Brad, you have to play my game. I'm not going to help you. You have to win. You have to take control. If you can do that, you can do anything you want."

  "Okay," he said.

  "Can you stand?" I asked.

  "Can I stand?" he scoffed. "Of course."

  And without needing his hands, he stood.

  "Ready?" I smiled.

  "Wait," he said.

  "What?"

  "I want some rules this time."

  "Okay."

  "And I want to know what you get if I lose."

  "You're not confident you'll win this time?"

  "Not at all," he said.

  "Good," I said. "It means you're smarter than you look."

  "Yeah…thanks…I guess."

  "If I win, here's what I'm going to do, so you're not confused about my plans for you this evening. If I win, I'll be locking your feet together, and then I'm going to put this on you."

  I held up the penis gag.

  "What's that?" he asked.

  "It's a penis gag, Brad. And I'm going to ride it while it's on your face."

  "Oh," he said slowly. "You know, we can just do that if you want. You don't have to kick me in the—"

  "Oh, come on, Brad. I promise I won't kick you as hard as I can this time. I'll only kick you with twenty percent power. And you get to kick me as hard as you want."

  "Are you sure? I can kick pretty hard."

  "I bet you can. But I don't think you'll hurt me."

  "And you promise no harder than twenty percent on me?"

  "I promise. And if you win, you get a willing sex slave for the night. Sound like a deal?"

  "Okay," he said.

  "Okay," I said. "You get the first kick."

  "Okay, here goes," said Brad.

  ****

  Brad took a few steps in and then kicked. And though he’s a strong guy, I could tell having his hands locked behind him like this was playing with his ability to balance, or kick at full power. Or maybe he was simply holding back. Maybe he truly just didn’t want to hurt me. But come on! Like that was going to happen!

  "Ooo," I said, trying to downplay the pain. I have to admit, it did hurt a little bit. And there might be a bruise later, but there might be one by the end of the night anyway, if he got his way with me. But he really couldn't do to my pussy what I could do to his dangling testicles. Come on, everyone must know that!

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  I smiled. "Of course. Are you ready for yours?"

  "Okay," he said, wincing.

  I smiled with satisfaction at the anticipation. He looked so frightened. So apprehensive. I psyched him out a few times.

  "Will you just do it already," he snapped
finally.

  "You asked for it," I said, and snapped my foot forward and gave him a little snapping toe kick to the balls. And as promised, it was only twenty percent. Well, maybe I cheated again. Maybe it was more like thirty.

  Okay, maybe fifty.

  He tried to stand and look brave for a moment, but then his legs started to wobble.

  "Oh, shit," he said, and dropped to his knees.

  "I'm sorry," I said again. "Are you okay?"

  "Oh god," he said. And then his face grew more and more pained.

  I got down on my knees too.

  "What are you feeling right now?" I said, our faces so close we were almost kissing. "How does it feel? I want to know."

  "Oh god, the pain just keeps building. What the hell? It's like it's getting worse."

  "I'm sorry," I said, not really sounding particularly sorry. Sorry, but not sorry. Seeing him like this was making me so wet! "You could kick me again now if you want."

  "God, no. No, I'm done," he said.

  "That's really all you can take down there? That can't be very convenient."

  "It's usually not an issue," he groaned.

  "It is tonight obviously," I said. "Well, I won."

  I got up and went to my toy chest, and produced the ankle cuffs, which I secured on him. For extra control, I was sure to loop them through his handcuffs, so that he was effectively hogtied—or hog-chained, if you will.

  "Hey, you just said they'd be cuffed together. You didn't say you'd do this."

  "They are merely cuffed together. Just through your handcuffs, that's all."

  "You're really sneaky, Jess, you know that?"

  "I know," I said with a smile. "Now open wide."

  He did as he was told, and opened his mouth, and in went the short end of the penis gag. It had two different sizes on either side of it—effectively a small cock and a big cock. I decided that—although I hadn't specified—I wouldn't be mean and shove the bigger end down his throat tonight. Besides, the bigger cock was to go in me, just the way I liked it!

  ****

  "Comfy?" I asked, when I'd finished securing the penis gag behind his head.