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Hey there! The name's Gracie. You may have seen me hanging around town before -- I'm a pretty avid sun-bather, so you can usually find me lounging on some beach or other, trying to work on my tan. Even if you haven't met me, though, you may have heard of me, as my reputation tends to proceed me, particularly among certain segments of the male population.
Most guys I meet remember me for two reasons. First of all, I'm not ashamed to say that I've got a pretty nice body. Like the rest of the girls in my family, I was gifted with some pretty generous assets, particularly in the chest area -- "big and beautiful," as they say. Given that I tend to spend large amounts of time lying around in a bikini, it's safe to say that I turn a fair number of heads.
Of course, that's not the only reason that I'm memorable to your average guy. See, I happen to find a certain part of the male anatomy strangely irresistible -- specifically, the two nuggets that hang between every guy's legs. Aren't they the funniest little things? I've never actually seen one outside a guy's sac, but I always imagine 'em like hard-boiled eggs -- a big, squishy shell surrounding all those little spermies inside. For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by balls: the way they dangle in that loose sac, the way they roll around when you weigh them in your hand, and especially the way they flatten when you slam your foot up into a guy's crotch.
I don't know when I first figured out that a solid kick in the nads could make any man crumple, but I do know that it's been it's been a staple of my life ever since. It never gets old, sidling up to an unsuspecting guy and thundering a knee up into his spuds, watching the expression on his face as he realizes just how much trouble he's in. It's good stress relief, and it's funny as heck, watching some poor schmoe curled double around his babymakers, groaning up a storm. My day is always made a little brighter if I can floor a guy or two before the evening -- and it's made even better if I can convince a guy to come home with me for a longer playdate :) It might sound a bit frightening to your average man, but I promise, it's all in good fun. I just want to bruise your berries up a bit, not break 'em.
Then again, accidents do happen. I usually don't try to pop a guy's nuts, but I'm not the most delicate thing in the world, and sometimes when I'm not paying attention...well, let's just say it doesn't take a lot to do some damage. A playful stomp has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion.
It probably doesn't help that I have lots of experience -- I did plenty of friendly nut-crackin' as a teenager, and it never seemed to cause any harm beyond a few minutes spent in the fetal position and achy balls when I got the guy off later. Heck, by the time I was old enough to be legal that had practically become a tradition: I'd punt some guy in the nads, then give him a blowjob afterwards as an apology. That way he got his kicks and I got mine.
Now that I'm older, though, I have to be a bit more careful who I bust. After all, all it takes is one well-placed kick to burst a ball or two. It's disappointing, frankly -- makes it a lot more difficult for me to enjoy myself :P I want the guy's nuts to stick around so that I can smash 'em again!
One of my more memorable accidents happened a few years back, when I was just barely an adult -- not yet twenty, I don't think. I'd gone out for a nice afternoon soak in one of the hot springs nearby. It was one of my favorite places to go on a nice fall day -- a secret spot that only me and a few friends knew about, where we'd go to relax and unwind. When I got there on this particular day it was completely deserted, and as a result I decided to turn it into a skinny dip. I took a moment to slip out of the bikini that I'd come in, hanging my top and bottom on a nearby tree branch, then lowered myself into the pool. Lemme tell you, there's little else that can make a gal feel as refreshed as a good, topless soak. I must have spent a good hour there, sprawled out, naked as the day I was born, and I probably could have stayed there all afternoon, but eventually I decided it was time to get moving again. I still had some errands to run before I headed home, and besides, I was starting to get a bit hungry. After one last moment to enjoy the hot water, I climbed out.
Now, one of the other nice things about this spot is that there's a beautiful waterfall just a short walk away. It's a good spot for picnics and things like that -- and as I said, almost no one knows about it. I considered slipping my bikini back on and jumping in for a minute -- but then I figured, screw the bikini. I could just take a quick splash in the nude. I mean, how often do you get to shower naked in a waterfall?
So I left my bikini for the time being and took a short walk over to the waterfall. It's another really gorgeous location -- there's a gap in the trees, so on a sunny day it looks like something out of a painting. The water's much colder than the hot spring, of course, but it's refreshing in its own way. I hopped in and took a moment to enjoy myself, rinsing down all my various curves, bending to wash some of the dirt from between my toes. It's a very freeing feeling, being naked in nature -- or at least it was, until I heard a branch snap loudly behind me.
I turned and looked suspiciously, my hands instinctively moving to cover myself. What was that? I thought I heard another rustle, so I took a step closer, peering into the bushes, but I still couldn't see anything. I looked for another moment before giving up and returning to my shower, but even then, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched. I could just feel eyes roaming across my body, and the sensation was not a nice one.
Quickly I finished washing and started to walk back, hoping to get back in my clothes and get out of there as soon as possible. I turned the corner on the path that led towards the hot spring and was relieved to see that my bikini was still there -- at least it hadn't been stolen. The last thing I needed was for my mystery ogler to leave me stranded without a scrap of clothing.
But then there was another twig snap -- quieter than the first one, but much clearer, now that I was listening for it. Heck, it sounded like it was only a few yards behind me, back where I had turned off of the path. I shivered to think that someone might be watching me from that close, but if there was someone there, there was nothing to do but confront him or her. Leaving my clothes for the moment, I turned around and took a few more steps back toward the path, glancing around the corner, and--
--and walked smack-dab into whoever had been watching me. He was just a teen, apparently -- a black-haired kid, maybe a couple years younger than me, in a t-shirt and shorts. At the moment his muzzle was smooshed up quite conveniently against my bare chest, his eyes crossed at the faceful of tits in front of him. His torso was pressed up against mine as well, including something…stiff…pressing up against my upper thigh.
I have to say, even though I'd suspected there was a peeping tom around, it was a little jarring to actually run into the perv -- and it certainly didn't help that I was still in the nude, with his erection jabbing into my leg. So of course, I did the first thing any girl oughta do in those circumstances: I brought my knee up as fast and as hard as I possibly could.
The face that had been gazing dreamily up at me from between my breasts instantly contorted in pain, the boy's eyes widening in shock. With a high-pitched squeak he fell to the ground, his hands flying to his crotch as he crumpled into a twitching pile -- though not before I managed to lodge my toes in his ballsac a second time, my foot colliding with his groin with a solid thump. He let out a guttural groan, rolling over onto his side as he clutched his aching pair.
With a bit of distance between us I managed to get a better look at the kid. As I'd suspected, he looked to be a few years younger than me -- not quite an adult, but definitely past puberty. In fact, judging from how his pants were down around his ankles, he definitely had teenage hormones. His cock was currently poking out from between his legs, still hard despite the recent testicular trauma. He didn't look half-bad, actually -- back in my high school days, I might have considered fooling around with him a bit, one-on-one.
Apparently he wasn't my only visitor, though. Suddenly there came a loud rustling from the bushes on my right, and I turned in time to see a second mystery intruder step out into the open. I expected another kid, but to my surprise out came someone closer to my own age: a much more muscular guy, a good six inches taller than me, with a head of dirty blonde hair. If the first guy had been cautious about being discovered, this guy seemed almost eager to be seen. And with good reason -- the length jutting out from his groin was no small piece of meat. His size even extended below, to the heavy spunk-makers that dangled pendulously between his legs,. They were one of the biggest pairs I'd ever seen, and I'd seen (and felt) quite a few pairs in my time.
I'd been put in a momentary trance by the sight of this new guy's massive junk, but that was soon interrupted by his angry outburst. "Hey, you can't do that!" the blonde exclaimed angrily, walking towards me and his fallen friend. "What the fuck did you do to my buddy?"
I glanced down at the moaning form crumpled at my feet. "What's it look like? If you ask me, you and your 'buddy' here deserve a lot worse than that for peeping on a lady without her knowledge."
The musclehead growled, stepping closer to me. "Boohoo. It's your own fault for tromping around naked. Now get the hell out of here and leave us alone, or I'll give you something real to cry about."
Heh…even with his friend groaning on the ground in front of him, he seemed blissfully unaware of what he was getting in to. My gaze flicked down to his groin again, those swollen balls hanging loose in his sac. I smirked. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, big boy -- hurt me?"
He took another step closer, nostrils flaring in anger. "You bet I am, you big-titted bi--oogh!"
I paused, my toes still embedded in the guy's crotch. "Now now, that's no way to speak to a lady -- especially one you've just been ogling." I lowered my leg, letting his bulging nutsac fall back into place. "Now come on, apologize."
He quivered in place, his face turning red as he fought to stay standing. "Ohh, you…you fucking cunt…"
I frowned. "That's not much of an apology. Besides, I expect you to kneel while you're asking for forgiveness." With that I snapped my leg forward, smashing my foot up into his plums once more.
He let out an agonized cry and fell, joining his friend on the ground. "Anngh! Oh fuck, my fucking nuts--"
"Oh dear, did I do that?" I grinned, dropping down to my knees beside the smaller kid I'd floored earlier. "Well, let me make sure I didn't break anything."
"Unngh," moaned the boy, fighting to keep his legs clamped shut and his hands over his balls, but it was simple work to pull his knees apart and yank his hands away. Gleefully I grabbed hold of his fuzzy nutsac, earning another moan from him as I trapped his gonads in my fist. Now, maybe it's 'cause I was used to handling slightly older guys nowadays, but this kid's stones just seemed puny, especially in comparison to his well-hung friend. Still, they certainly seemed to hurt him plenty as I gave 'em a few friendly squeezes, watching his whole body writhe in response.
"Man, these things are like raisins," I chuckled. "Are you sure you've gone through puberty yet?"
"Let go, please," he whimpered. "It hurts!"
"Well yeah, it's supposed to." I isolated his left nut between my fingers. "I want this to leave an impression. If you want to see a girl naked, then go find yourself a girlfriend -- don't go spying on people. Understood?" I gave his spud a good strong squeeze to show him who was boss."
"Oh gawd!--" he moaned, his body spasming weakly on the ground.
"Understood?" I repeated, turning up the pressure another notch. The poor teenager squealed in response, and I grinned down at him confidently, until suddenly…
"I UNDERSTAND I UNDER--"
Splurt.
The male let out a shrill squeak, his legs twitching frantically for a moment before he went slack and just started mewling. I blinked once or twice, surprised at the strength of his reaction, before realizing that the rubbery little sphere I'd just been playing with was suddenly a lot less…spherical. At first I assumed it had just squirted out from between my fingers, but as I probed my victim's package, I was hard-pressed to find more than one swollen nut. That didn't seem to be the only thing sloshing around in there, though…there was also something a lot like jelly. Last time I'd felt something like that was when I'd accidentally neutered my (ex-)boyfriend a few months ago.
"Did I just…?" I murmured.
"My nut!" croaked the boy, finally regaining his voice. "Oh my god, what did you do to my nut?!"
"Uh…heh heh." I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that -- most guys can take a lot more pressure than that. But I guess that's why you have two, right?"
The kid locked eyes with me for just a moment before his whole body went limp, his nervous system finally succumbing to the flood of pain signals from his groin. "Heh," I chuckled, looking down at the unconscious male. "Whoops."
In all the excitement, I'd almost forgotten about my other victim, but apparently he had been paying attention. "Holy shit!" he shrieked. "What did you do to him!"
I looked back over my shoulder at the man still doubled over on the ground. "Oh calm down, it was an honest mistake. Besides, it's not like he didn't deserve it."
"What do you mean?!? He didn't deserve that!" The blonde glared daggers at me. "All we wanted was a good look at your tits, you stupid bitch -- you didn't have to fucking castrate him."
"I didn't castrate him," I replied indignantly, "he's still got one left. Besides, I was just teaching him some manners. It sounds like you could use a lesson, too."
I could see the fear in his eyes as I began climbing back to my feet. "W-what are you doing?" he stuttered, trying weakly to scuttle away from me, but his legs still refused to support his weight after his earlier nut-cracking.
"Well, your friend here was definitely the more polite of you two, so I think it's only fair that you get just as rough a punishment as he did. It's only fair." I grinned down at him. "Don't worry, I'll leave you one."
His eyes grew wider with panic. "No, please -- you can't do that! I need them both! I-I'm a stud!"
I grinned. "Not anymore, you're not."
He tried to squirm away, but it was easy enough to just grab him by the ankles and spread his legs wide. I gave him a quick snap kick to knock his hands away from his groin, then brought down all my weight in a solid stomp between the legs. The guy let out something between a frantic shout and a squawk, his legs kicking reflexively as his spunk-makers were flattened into the hard earth. Still, the rubbery orbs held firm, squirming between my toes in an attempt to escape.
"My balls!" he keened, his arms wrapped around my calf in an effort to pull my leg away. "Oh god, I'm sorry, not my--"
"Should've thought of that earlier," I grumbled, raising my foot again and slamming my weight back down on his fragile nut. This time was more effective -- we both heard the 'pop' as his left ball burst, the spunk-filled orb squashed beyond its limits. He let out a long, high wail of pain, and I paused for a moment to grin down at the half-male, enjoying the feel of his former testicle sloshing between my toes--
--but apparently I had underestimated my strength again, as almost immediately afterward there came a second, even louder 'pop', the blonde's hips spasming in place as suddenly my foot came to rest on solid ground. The male had time to give off one more high-pitched squeak before his eyes rolled back into his head, his body going limp on the ground.
"Dammit, that's my second mistake in five minutes." I lifted my foot, flexing my toes. "Apparently I need more practice. Sorry about that."
But the former male was well beyond hearing, sprawled out dumbly on the ground. And with what looked like a rope of spunk splashed across his stomach, too. Maybe he'd cum just as I'd popped him? But no, that didn't make much sense…I shrugged. I guess it was from earlier, when he'd been peeping from the bushes -- I must not have noticed when I'd started racking him. Either that, or the little perv had enjoyed me grinding his nuts into goo.
Anyway, now I was running late -- I might as well get going. I gave one more glance down at the pair of unconscious men, appraising my work for a moment before turning to retrieve my clothes. Three out of four wasn't bad.
Most guys I meet remember me for two reasons. First of all, I'm not ashamed to say that I've got a pretty nice body. Like the rest of the girls in my family, I was gifted with some pretty generous assets, particularly in the chest area -- "big and beautiful," as they say. Given that I tend to spend large amounts of time lying around in a bikini, it's safe to say that I turn a fair number of heads.
Of course, that's not the only reason that I'm memorable to your average guy. See, I happen to find a certain part of the male anatomy strangely irresistible -- specifically, the two nuggets that hang between every guy's legs. Aren't they the funniest little things? I've never actually seen one outside a guy's sac, but I always imagine 'em like hard-boiled eggs -- a big, squishy shell surrounding all those little spermies inside. For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by balls: the way they dangle in that loose sac, the way they roll around when you weigh them in your hand, and especially the way they flatten when you slam your foot up into a guy's crotch.
I don't know when I first figured out that a solid kick in the nads could make any man crumple, but I do know that it's been it's been a staple of my life ever since. It never gets old, sidling up to an unsuspecting guy and thundering a knee up into his spuds, watching the expression on his face as he realizes just how much trouble he's in. It's good stress relief, and it's funny as heck, watching some poor schmoe curled double around his babymakers, groaning up a storm. My day is always made a little brighter if I can floor a guy or two before the evening -- and it's made even better if I can convince a guy to come home with me for a longer playdate :) It might sound a bit frightening to your average man, but I promise, it's all in good fun. I just want to bruise your berries up a bit, not break 'em.
Then again, accidents do happen. I usually don't try to pop a guy's nuts, but I'm not the most delicate thing in the world, and sometimes when I'm not paying attention...well, let's just say it doesn't take a lot to do some damage. A playful stomp has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion.
It probably doesn't help that I have lots of experience -- I did plenty of friendly nut-crackin' as a teenager, and it never seemed to cause any harm beyond a few minutes spent in the fetal position and achy balls when I got the guy off later. Heck, by the time I was old enough to be legal that had practically become a tradition: I'd punt some guy in the nads, then give him a blowjob afterwards as an apology. That way he got his kicks and I got mine.
Now that I'm older, though, I have to be a bit more careful who I bust. After all, all it takes is one well-placed kick to burst a ball or two. It's disappointing, frankly -- makes it a lot more difficult for me to enjoy myself :P I want the guy's nuts to stick around so that I can smash 'em again!
One of my more memorable accidents happened a few years back, when I was just barely an adult -- not yet twenty, I don't think. I'd gone out for a nice afternoon soak in one of the hot springs nearby. It was one of my favorite places to go on a nice fall day -- a secret spot that only me and a few friends knew about, where we'd go to relax and unwind. When I got there on this particular day it was completely deserted, and as a result I decided to turn it into a skinny dip. I took a moment to slip out of the bikini that I'd come in, hanging my top and bottom on a nearby tree branch, then lowered myself into the pool. Lemme tell you, there's little else that can make a gal feel as refreshed as a good, topless soak. I must have spent a good hour there, sprawled out, naked as the day I was born, and I probably could have stayed there all afternoon, but eventually I decided it was time to get moving again. I still had some errands to run before I headed home, and besides, I was starting to get a bit hungry. After one last moment to enjoy the hot water, I climbed out.
Now, one of the other nice things about this spot is that there's a beautiful waterfall just a short walk away. It's a good spot for picnics and things like that -- and as I said, almost no one knows about it. I considered slipping my bikini back on and jumping in for a minute -- but then I figured, screw the bikini. I could just take a quick splash in the nude. I mean, how often do you get to shower naked in a waterfall?
So I left my bikini for the time being and took a short walk over to the waterfall. It's another really gorgeous location -- there's a gap in the trees, so on a sunny day it looks like something out of a painting. The water's much colder than the hot spring, of course, but it's refreshing in its own way. I hopped in and took a moment to enjoy myself, rinsing down all my various curves, bending to wash some of the dirt from between my toes. It's a very freeing feeling, being naked in nature -- or at least it was, until I heard a branch snap loudly behind me.
I turned and looked suspiciously, my hands instinctively moving to cover myself. What was that? I thought I heard another rustle, so I took a step closer, peering into the bushes, but I still couldn't see anything. I looked for another moment before giving up and returning to my shower, but even then, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched. I could just feel eyes roaming across my body, and the sensation was not a nice one.
Quickly I finished washing and started to walk back, hoping to get back in my clothes and get out of there as soon as possible. I turned the corner on the path that led towards the hot spring and was relieved to see that my bikini was still there -- at least it hadn't been stolen. The last thing I needed was for my mystery ogler to leave me stranded without a scrap of clothing.
But then there was another twig snap -- quieter than the first one, but much clearer, now that I was listening for it. Heck, it sounded like it was only a few yards behind me, back where I had turned off of the path. I shivered to think that someone might be watching me from that close, but if there was someone there, there was nothing to do but confront him or her. Leaving my clothes for the moment, I turned around and took a few more steps back toward the path, glancing around the corner, and--
--and walked smack-dab into whoever had been watching me. He was just a teen, apparently -- a black-haired kid, maybe a couple years younger than me, in a t-shirt and shorts. At the moment his muzzle was smooshed up quite conveniently against my bare chest, his eyes crossed at the faceful of tits in front of him. His torso was pressed up against mine as well, including something…stiff…pressing up against my upper thigh.
I have to say, even though I'd suspected there was a peeping tom around, it was a little jarring to actually run into the perv -- and it certainly didn't help that I was still in the nude, with his erection jabbing into my leg. So of course, I did the first thing any girl oughta do in those circumstances: I brought my knee up as fast and as hard as I possibly could.
The face that had been gazing dreamily up at me from between my breasts instantly contorted in pain, the boy's eyes widening in shock. With a high-pitched squeak he fell to the ground, his hands flying to his crotch as he crumpled into a twitching pile -- though not before I managed to lodge my toes in his ballsac a second time, my foot colliding with his groin with a solid thump. He let out a guttural groan, rolling over onto his side as he clutched his aching pair.
With a bit of distance between us I managed to get a better look at the kid. As I'd suspected, he looked to be a few years younger than me -- not quite an adult, but definitely past puberty. In fact, judging from how his pants were down around his ankles, he definitely had teenage hormones. His cock was currently poking out from between his legs, still hard despite the recent testicular trauma. He didn't look half-bad, actually -- back in my high school days, I might have considered fooling around with him a bit, one-on-one.
Apparently he wasn't my only visitor, though. Suddenly there came a loud rustling from the bushes on my right, and I turned in time to see a second mystery intruder step out into the open. I expected another kid, but to my surprise out came someone closer to my own age: a much more muscular guy, a good six inches taller than me, with a head of dirty blonde hair. If the first guy had been cautious about being discovered, this guy seemed almost eager to be seen. And with good reason -- the length jutting out from his groin was no small piece of meat. His size even extended below, to the heavy spunk-makers that dangled pendulously between his legs,. They were one of the biggest pairs I'd ever seen, and I'd seen (and felt) quite a few pairs in my time.
I'd been put in a momentary trance by the sight of this new guy's massive junk, but that was soon interrupted by his angry outburst. "Hey, you can't do that!" the blonde exclaimed angrily, walking towards me and his fallen friend. "What the fuck did you do to my buddy?"
I glanced down at the moaning form crumpled at my feet. "What's it look like? If you ask me, you and your 'buddy' here deserve a lot worse than that for peeping on a lady without her knowledge."
The musclehead growled, stepping closer to me. "Boohoo. It's your own fault for tromping around naked. Now get the hell out of here and leave us alone, or I'll give you something real to cry about."
Heh…even with his friend groaning on the ground in front of him, he seemed blissfully unaware of what he was getting in to. My gaze flicked down to his groin again, those swollen balls hanging loose in his sac. I smirked. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, big boy -- hurt me?"
He took another step closer, nostrils flaring in anger. "You bet I am, you big-titted bi--oogh!"
I paused, my toes still embedded in the guy's crotch. "Now now, that's no way to speak to a lady -- especially one you've just been ogling." I lowered my leg, letting his bulging nutsac fall back into place. "Now come on, apologize."
He quivered in place, his face turning red as he fought to stay standing. "Ohh, you…you fucking cunt…"
I frowned. "That's not much of an apology. Besides, I expect you to kneel while you're asking for forgiveness." With that I snapped my leg forward, smashing my foot up into his plums once more.
He let out an agonized cry and fell, joining his friend on the ground. "Anngh! Oh fuck, my fucking nuts--"
"Oh dear, did I do that?" I grinned, dropping down to my knees beside the smaller kid I'd floored earlier. "Well, let me make sure I didn't break anything."
"Unngh," moaned the boy, fighting to keep his legs clamped shut and his hands over his balls, but it was simple work to pull his knees apart and yank his hands away. Gleefully I grabbed hold of his fuzzy nutsac, earning another moan from him as I trapped his gonads in my fist. Now, maybe it's 'cause I was used to handling slightly older guys nowadays, but this kid's stones just seemed puny, especially in comparison to his well-hung friend. Still, they certainly seemed to hurt him plenty as I gave 'em a few friendly squeezes, watching his whole body writhe in response.
"Man, these things are like raisins," I chuckled. "Are you sure you've gone through puberty yet?"
"Let go, please," he whimpered. "It hurts!"
"Well yeah, it's supposed to." I isolated his left nut between my fingers. "I want this to leave an impression. If you want to see a girl naked, then go find yourself a girlfriend -- don't go spying on people. Understood?" I gave his spud a good strong squeeze to show him who was boss."
"Oh gawd!--" he moaned, his body spasming weakly on the ground.
"Understood?" I repeated, turning up the pressure another notch. The poor teenager squealed in response, and I grinned down at him confidently, until suddenly…
"I UNDERSTAND I UNDER--"
Splurt.
The male let out a shrill squeak, his legs twitching frantically for a moment before he went slack and just started mewling. I blinked once or twice, surprised at the strength of his reaction, before realizing that the rubbery little sphere I'd just been playing with was suddenly a lot less…spherical. At first I assumed it had just squirted out from between my fingers, but as I probed my victim's package, I was hard-pressed to find more than one swollen nut. That didn't seem to be the only thing sloshing around in there, though…there was also something a lot like jelly. Last time I'd felt something like that was when I'd accidentally neutered my (ex-)boyfriend a few months ago.
"Did I just…?" I murmured.
"My nut!" croaked the boy, finally regaining his voice. "Oh my god, what did you do to my nut?!"
"Uh…heh heh." I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that -- most guys can take a lot more pressure than that. But I guess that's why you have two, right?"
The kid locked eyes with me for just a moment before his whole body went limp, his nervous system finally succumbing to the flood of pain signals from his groin. "Heh," I chuckled, looking down at the unconscious male. "Whoops."
In all the excitement, I'd almost forgotten about my other victim, but apparently he had been paying attention. "Holy shit!" he shrieked. "What did you do to him!"
I looked back over my shoulder at the man still doubled over on the ground. "Oh calm down, it was an honest mistake. Besides, it's not like he didn't deserve it."
"What do you mean?!? He didn't deserve that!" The blonde glared daggers at me. "All we wanted was a good look at your tits, you stupid bitch -- you didn't have to fucking castrate him."
"I didn't castrate him," I replied indignantly, "he's still got one left. Besides, I was just teaching him some manners. It sounds like you could use a lesson, too."
I could see the fear in his eyes as I began climbing back to my feet. "W-what are you doing?" he stuttered, trying weakly to scuttle away from me, but his legs still refused to support his weight after his earlier nut-cracking.
"Well, your friend here was definitely the more polite of you two, so I think it's only fair that you get just as rough a punishment as he did. It's only fair." I grinned down at him. "Don't worry, I'll leave you one."
His eyes grew wider with panic. "No, please -- you can't do that! I need them both! I-I'm a stud!"
I grinned. "Not anymore, you're not."
He tried to squirm away, but it was easy enough to just grab him by the ankles and spread his legs wide. I gave him a quick snap kick to knock his hands away from his groin, then brought down all my weight in a solid stomp between the legs. The guy let out something between a frantic shout and a squawk, his legs kicking reflexively as his spunk-makers were flattened into the hard earth. Still, the rubbery orbs held firm, squirming between my toes in an attempt to escape.
"My balls!" he keened, his arms wrapped around my calf in an effort to pull my leg away. "Oh god, I'm sorry, not my--"
"Should've thought of that earlier," I grumbled, raising my foot again and slamming my weight back down on his fragile nut. This time was more effective -- we both heard the 'pop' as his left ball burst, the spunk-filled orb squashed beyond its limits. He let out a long, high wail of pain, and I paused for a moment to grin down at the half-male, enjoying the feel of his former testicle sloshing between my toes--
--but apparently I had underestimated my strength again, as almost immediately afterward there came a second, even louder 'pop', the blonde's hips spasming in place as suddenly my foot came to rest on solid ground. The male had time to give off one more high-pitched squeak before his eyes rolled back into his head, his body going limp on the ground.
"Dammit, that's my second mistake in five minutes." I lifted my foot, flexing my toes. "Apparently I need more practice. Sorry about that."
But the former male was well beyond hearing, sprawled out dumbly on the ground. And with what looked like a rope of spunk splashed across his stomach, too. Maybe he'd cum just as I'd popped him? But no, that didn't make much sense…I shrugged. I guess it was from earlier, when he'd been peeping from the bushes -- I must not have noticed when I'd started racking him. Either that, or the little perv had enjoyed me grinding his nuts into goo.
Anyway, now I was running late -- I might as well get going. I gave one more glance down at the pair of unconscious men, appraising my work for a moment before turning to retrieve my clothes. Three out of four wasn't bad.
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