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Tits for kicks! (Story)
🕑 Added 2023-09-27 22:42:13 +0000 UTC
“Yea, yea… I know you think my roommate is cute, but I think he’s seeing that girl he met in college.”
I was in my room, talking to my friend on the phone… and as always, she kept bring up my roommate Matt. He was a typical ‘stud’, tall, muscular and had scholarships from playing football in highschool, all the girls liked him, including my friends and I always had to hear about it.
“Plus, he’s a bit of a jerk. He’s actually spying on me right now. I heard him walk just outside my a door a second ago.” I whisper in to the phone, while slowly creep up to the door. Just as I reach out to grab the doorknob, I end my conversation and swing the door open. As expected, there was Matt, eavesdropping.
I just put my hands on my hips and look at him. “Funny seeing YOU here? Any excuse or just gonna walk away?” He looks down at his feet for a second before regaining confidence.
“Hey, I just heard you talking about me, is all. I was curious why that was.”
I shake my head as I walk back into my room. “You’re such an attention whore, Matt. Not everything is about you.” He slowly follows me into the room with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Look, it’s not my fault you only wear baggy clothes and never put your hair up. Don’t get mad at me because you’re ugly.”
That struck a nerve. I do mostly wear hoodies and jeans… but who was he to give me shit?
“Oh, yeah Matt? You don’t like my baggy clothes hiding my body?” I test how far he will go by giving him a smirk.
“Uh, Scarlett... that’s not what I meant…” He couldn’t even look me in the eye. I never thought I was gorgeous, but I knew I was far from ugly (my favorite compliment I had received was “Cute, but devilish”), but I knew he was in the palm of my hand… Time to pour it on. With my hands at the bottom of my hoodie, I slowly take it off, exposing a much more revealing shirt underneath. I didn’t have huge boobs, but they were more than big enough to cause Matt’s brain to betray him. The neckline of this shirt wasn’t too low, so I bent down and pushed my shoulders together to extenuate my cleavage.
Matt couldn’t move his eyes from my chest. “What’s wrong Matt? You’re not being hypnotized by my boobies, are you?” I say with a giggle as I walk towards him, swaying my hips. “Do you still think I’m ugly?”
All he can do is stammer, “I… never said that. I mean, you just always...” Once I’m close enough, I reach out and lift his chin up, so he’s forced to look at me.
“It’s ok, I know you like them. But you will have to pay the ‘boob tax’.”
With a confused look, he squints his eyes. “What… does that mean?”
“It means I kick you in your stupid fucking balls.”
I swiftly swing my foot back, before rocketing it forward and in between his legs. I struck both of his balls as my foot crashed into them flawlessly! They were bigger than u expected, and as my foot slammed into them, I felt his poor orbs being flattened with a brutal and satisfying THUMP.
All of his focus came back in an instant, eyes shooting wide open as he falls to his knees, holding his crotch, the dreadful pain flooding over him.
“What… the… fuck Scarlett! Ughhhhh… What did you kick me in the nuts for?”
“Oof, that looks like it really hurt! Your family jewels are more sensitive than I thought! You know, you look so funny all bent over like that, heh. ‘Ooooh, my balls… Scarlett. Whyyyy would you kick my testicles? Ooh noo my testicles hurt so much’,” I mock him by holding my groin in fake sympathy before bending down to tussle his hair. “But that’s the boob tax! From now on, I’m going to stop wearing only ‘hoodies’ and let my boobs hang out just like you want. BUT any time I catch you staring, you pay the tax! We’ll call this new game ‘Tits for kicks!”
Still cradling his manhood, he looks at me, “Why… would I agree to that?”. I bend down further and lift his face, bringing his eyeline parallel with my cleavage.
“For the TITS part, silly. Don’t pretend you don’t like them. I saw that tent you had pitched as walked up,” I laugh, pointing at his crotch. Luckily for him, he was still hiding his shame while holding his balls. “Plus, if you don’t get caught, then how will I ever know? Or… I could put the hoodie back on.”
Reaching to my hoodie on the floor, Matt suddenly perks up.
“NO! I mean… no, that’s fine. But you… can’t tell anybody about… this.” His voice trailing off into a whisper as he realizes what he’s saying.
“It’s ok Matty, I won’t tell your little girl friend or Amanda about ‘tits for kicks’.” I’m smiling from ear to ear as he slowly stands up, trudging out of the room. Amanda was our other roommate who Matt had made several failed attempts at, unfortunately, for him.
“Tits for kicks, tits for kicks. Matt loves to look… until his nuts get hit!” I chirp in a sing-song tone as he shakes his head while leaving. This was going to be fun~
I stayed in my room for the rest of the night and went through all my clothes to find the shirt that would highlight my tits the most. I would not make it easy on Matt! The expression he made when I kicked his nuts and the sensations that filled me were almost intoxicating. It was so dramatic and over the top. Could it really have hurt that much? I was going to put that to the test!
The next morning, I got up earlier than Matt and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, taking my ‘outfit’ with me. There were two important parts. A pushup bra to lift my breasts upward and towards the center. My boobs were already pretty big but extra cleavage never hurt... and then the V-neck shirt. I don’t actually have much ‘girly’ clothes, but this would at least provide a window for him to peer into before I inflict that misery!
I intentionally linger in the shower until I hear him knocking at the door. “Hey, you’ve been in there for almost an hour. Hurry up! Other people need to get in,” he bellows.
Now’s my chance! I quickly shut off the water and get dressed, and with everything setup I give my boobs one last push together and open the door. Matt was just standing there, waiting… but as soon as he seen me, his natural reactions took over. My ample breasts, pushed together like this, still dripping wet from the shower, were unavoidable.
“You ok big boy?” I taunt him as he just stands there trying to pick his jaw up off the ground.
His eyes still glued to my tits, he mumbles, “Uh… yeah, it’s just... your umm… ah fuck!”. All I can do is burst out laughing as I sing our new song.
“Tits for kicks, tits for kicks. Matt loves to look… until his nuts get hit!” His face turns red as my song bounces around in his head.
“Please… stop singing that. It’s bad enough I have to get kicked in the nuts. Do you really have to kick my ego too?”
“Of course! I have to be allowed some fun too~ Besides, you’re standing there at full mast AGAIN, and this time you’re not even hiding it heh.” I motion my thumb towards his protruding package and giggle.
“Dammit Scarlet, that has nothing to do with the song. It’s just…”
“…Oh I know, it’s my tits!” I cut him off mid-sentence, rubbing salt into the wound.
“Ok Matt, spread’em! You know the rules.” Instead of listening, he just kicks his foot a little.
“Ugh, I don’t know Scarlet. Getting kicked in the balls... hurts a lot, you know. And I’m only wearing shorts… it’s going to hurt so much... This doesn’t seem like a fair deal.” Normally, I would force him to stick to his end of the bargain, but I really just wanted to keep having fun with him, and I knew he needed to enjoy this as well.
“I know it hurts. That’s why it’s funny to hit your poor nuts. But how about this, if you get caught, you must let me kick you in the testicles… BUT if you can stay standing, I’ll flash you a boob.” This proposal instantly grabbed his attention, and he looked straight at me.
“Wait, are you… being serious? You’ll let me see your… boobs?” Again, his voice trails off as he mentions my breasts. Like a child stealing sugar, he knows how naughty it is.
“Well, yes, and no. First off, you must remain standing after the kick. Second, just one boob, not both. Maybe in the future we can work out a rule for both.” I wink at him, and he turns away from me.
“Ah… hmm. Fine… whatever, just do it.” He says in a resigned tone, trying to hide the joy he’s getting from the prospect of seeing my breasts.
Slowly, he spreads his legs and lets out a sharp sigh. “Please… not too hard,” he pleads.
“Now, Now Matt, that wouldn’t be fair. I’m SORRY, but I have to crush your balls or the game falls apart!”
I take a small step back to give myself the space to throw a proper kick
“Now, we both know how much this is going to hurt, but try to endure the pain for a peek hehe!”
Then I take a small leap forward before bringing up my leg and sending it careening into his exposed testicles. With only a thin pair of shorts between my foot and his nuts, my foot carried them into his torso, crushing them!
“Oh god… my… balls, ooooogh…my balls, my balls!!!”
Matt struggled for a second to stay standing, but simply couldn’t endure the immense pain in his testicles. His legs quivered as he dropped into a heap, gasping as he groaned in agony.
“Wow, that shot was perfect! I felt both of your jewels get squished on my foot, Heh,” I stop taunting for a second to watch him make those ridiculous faces. “You’re so over dramatic, Matty! But I guess after the kick last night, your balls are still tender, aren’t they? I probably didn’t need to kick them that hard… oops! No flash for you, better luck next time~,”
I walk over to the pile of misery he’s become, humming a little tune as I head to the kitchen for breakfast.
Amanda had already started breakfast, as she had taken to being the houses cook, so I sat down at the table with her, ready to eat, but Matt took a few extra minutes to ‘collect’ himself before coming to join us. When he finally did, he had an obvious limp.
“Whats wrong with you? You’re walking funny.” Amanda asks him.
“It’s nothing” Not wanting to engage the conversation, he puts food into his mouth immediately.
“It looks like you hurt your testicles! Are they ok?” I ask with a huge grin. Matt shoots me the dirtiest look I ever seen, before Amanda speaks up. “Did you hurt your ‘boys’, Matty? You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know.”
Matt just groans. “Ugh. No, it’s fine... really. I don’t want to talk about this.” I reach out and touch his hand, feigning empathy.
“You know, if some mean girl kicked your poor ballsies, you can tell us right. We understand how much that hurts you guys.” I try to look serious but I’m dying on the inside, trying my best not to burst out laughing, but my face must have been twitching.
Matt just ignores me and quickly gobbles up all his food and runs upstairs. I just look at Amanda and laugh while she shrugs her shoulders. “Whats up with him?” she asks.
“Oh, it was me who kicked him in the nuts! I was just teasing him.” I look at Amanda, who's staring at me with a quizzical look. “yup! Ive flattened his poor cherries twice since yesterday, and the best part... he agreed to it!”
Amanda just stares at me in disbelief. “Wow, you convinced Matt to let you kick him in the balls? It hurts a lot when guys are hit there! That’s actually kind of impressive. “
I smile ear to ear. I didn’t expect Amanda to be so understanding. “Yeah, I’ve kicked him in the testicles a few times already! He always makes such silly faces as he cries out, ‘Oh God my balls Scarlet, please don’t kick my balls so hard’,”
Amanda just laughs at the thought. “And he just lets you kick them? Why would he allow you to hurt his nuts? It sounds so painful when you kick him!”
I just shrug my shoulders. “He wants to seem tough, I guess? I made fun of him for having those vulnerable nuts between his legs and the idiot told me it doesn’t hurt haha. So now anytime I taunt him he just says ‘I bet I can take it this time!’… then BAM I send my foot right into his privates haha. It really looks like it hurts a lot, though. But until he figures it out, I’m going to kick his balls over and over heh.”
“Well, Denise is coming over for dinner today. Can you leave Matt’s reproductive organs alone for the day and help me clean before she gets here?”
I nod and return to eating my breakfast. Soon as I finish eat, I clear the table and start cleaning up. While I’m doing the dishes, I think of the next way to trap Matt… then it hits me. Dinner with Denise!
Sadly, I was busy helping Amanda clean up the house most of the day. I never had time to trick Matt again, but the dinner was coming quickly! Amanda had chicken in the oven, and I could tell it was almost ready.
Almost on cue, I hear a DING as the kitchen timer goes off, and Amanda scurries off into the kitchen to finish prepping. I walk into the kitchen with her, and we see Denise just pulling into the driveway. “Perfect timing,” Amanda says. “Can you go tell Matt dinner is ready?”
As I rush up the stairs, I prop up my boobs again, thinking maybe I can get him once more before we eat!
I knock on the door and call out, “Come on, food’s done.” Opening the door, he keeps his head up… He’s catching on. “Let’s go, the breasts are downstairs waiting.” I say, messing with his head.
He lets out a loud “Huh?” … “The chicken, you goof. You want a breast, right?” To my surprise, he actually chuckled and just walked past me.
As we reach the dining room, Amanda and Denise are already sitting down waiting for us. “Hey Denise!” I say as I plop down in the seat next to her, with only one seat left, Matt has no choice but to sit across from me.
“Hello Scarlett, how’ve you been?” she asks, as we all start to eat.
“Oh, I’ve been good. I just recently got this adorable locket! Isn’t it beautiful?” I hold out the necklace around my neck for her to see.
“Wow, that is gorgeous! Did your boyfriend buy that for you?” Denise replies with a mischievous smile.
I just smile back at her. “Heh, maybe! What do you think Matt, isn’t it nice?” I lean over the table, the locket dangling right in the cleavage. Clearly not following the conversation, as soon as he heard his name, he looked over and straight down my shirt. His eyes lit up, acknowledging what had just happened. I just stare at him and silently mouth the words ‘tits for kicks.’
After a moment, I raise my foot up between his legs and start pressing down on his trapped nuts with my toes, flattening them against his chair. He just looks at me with the saddest look I ever seen.
“Please don’t hurt them... no now!” he whispers, but he knew the rules! I keep pressing down on his delicate orbs every few seconds. His face contorts, and he just sits in the chair, twitching as he tries to move away while making the slightest groans. Problem is, he has nowhere to go. He’s stuck!
After just a minute of this, I get a text from guess who!?
“SCARLETT STOP NOW… YOUR FOOTS GOING TO MAKE ME… YOU KNOW... BLOW!!!” I honestly gasped as I read the message. I wasn’t trying to do ‘that’, but I guess each time I pressed down, my foot rubbed up against ‘him’?
I quickly text him back, “if you make me breakfast all week, I won’t make you ‘finish’ under my foot ;) ” And almost instantly He replies,
“YES YES WHAT EVER JUST STOP!” So, I move my foot back an inch, but still keeping pressure on his nuts. His face relaxed a little, which is funny considering I’m still pressing down on his balls. I needed to get one more jab in before I let him off the hook, so I texted him again.
“In a second, I’m going to pass you the butter, and you’re going to say ‘thank you Scarlett, for everything you do. I love you’ out loud.“
As he reads the message, he shakes his head no, but as soon as I press down hard and compress his testicles into the chair, he caves. “OK!” He yells out, causing Amanda and Denise to look at him.
Realizing the spot, he put himself in, he just asks “Scarlett, could you… pass the butter?”
“Of course, Matty, here you go.” I slowly hand him the butter dish and he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
“Thank you, Scarlett… for everything you do... I .. love you.” Amanda just smiles and Denise lets out an “aww” as Matt just sinks into his chair, his face a deep red.
“You’re welcome Matty!” I say with a smile as we all return to the meal. Matt just looks up at me while I eat and flashes an oddly genuine smile. This is going better than I could have expected!
Once we’re all done eating and Denise has left, Matt and I go back upstairs to our rooms, but before I can reach mine, he takes me aside for a second. “Look Scarlett. I’m having fun with this but, can we not do that stuff with other people around please? it’s REALLY embarrassing!” I just shake my head.
“No can do Matty, ‘tits for kick’s’ is always on! Just stop looking at my boobs, you pervert!” I put my hand over my mouth and giggle as he sighs.
“Well… could you at least put the hoodie back on for the rest of the evening? I don’t think I could take another kick in the balls, they’re so fucking sore…”
“Well, I’m going to change into my pajamas now anyway, so, unless you find a button up, long sleeve shirt ‘too hot to handle’ you should be fine.” He just breaths deep and nods his head and says, “Thank you.” I leave him in the hallway, walking into my room I leaving the door open just a crack.
I turn my back to the door and start walking around, almost like I’m lost, before I eventually take off my shirt. With my back still to the door, I wiggle my hips a little and dance around sensually.
I know he’s still out there, just watching me.
As I dance, I sing... quietly at first, but getting louder and louder. “Tits for kicks, tits for kicks. Matt loves to look… until his nuts get hit!” Once I say the last word, I pivot on the spot and look right at the crack in the door and see his peering eyes staring right at me!
“Get in here, Matty,” I call out, laughing.
Slowly the door swings open and Matt just stands there with a goofy smile on his face. “Shut the door,” I say. Shutting the door, he turns back to me, still wearing that grin. “They look pretty good, right?” I ask him, pushing my boobs together a little. He just mutters
“Ah, yeah, they’re amazing... I mean... I guess.”
“No need to be shy now. You were just watching my strip, silly!” As I tease him, his look doesn’t flinch from my breasts. Seeing him with his guard down, I send a snap kick right between his legs. My foot buried itself into his delicate nuts, and with how much of a trance he was in from staring at my boobs, the pain hit him abruptly, like a ton of bricks.
“Ooooh fuck... right in the nuts.. again scarlet, fuck!!!” He yells out, falling to the ground and clenching his eyes shut… not even trying to stay upright.
“Don’t yell! If Amanda hears you, this is all over!” I tease him. “It was only one kick to your precious nuts, anyway. I know it hurts, but stop being a baby.” He just moans as he rolls over to look at me, squinting his eyes with disdain.
“You’ve kicked me in the balls three times today, Scarlett! Do you know how sensitive they are?!” He whimpers.
“No, I don’t know how sensitive your testicles are, Matt… and I only kicked them twice. I crushed them a little, though. Jesus, do testicles really stay sore for that long?” I ask.
“YES!” He hisses back at me.
I sit down on the bed for a second, just watching him nurse his battered balls. He looks so foolish down there. How can one kick bring him so much pain? Crazy.
“Well, since I didn’t give you a chance to prepare for that last kick, how about this? I’ll take off my bra right now, if you let me kick you again… how’s that sound?” Slowly he lifts himself from the fetal position, into a sitting one.
“No… conditions? You’ll just take it off now?” He murmurs. “Yep! Just agree to another shot in the privates and the bras gone!” I bring my hand behind my back and start fiddling with the latch to show I’m serious. “But you’ve only got a minute to figure it ou-”
“Yes! I’ll do it!”
All I could do was laugh at his eagerness. “You want to see them that badly, eh?” I taunt him, looking down at his groin to see he’s still hard even after the kick. After a second of fumbling with my bra and watching him forget how to blink, I unhook it and let it fall to the floor.
My ample boobs drop and bounce gently as their support slips away. I thought he was in a trance before, but now his eyes glazed over as he became hypnotized. “You ok there, Matt?” I ask, smiling as he continues to zone out.
“Umm… yea, I’m. Good.” I wasn’t about to pass up this perfect opportunity, so I saunter over to him, bouncing my tits with every step.
He allows me to walk right up next to him, so I put my hands on his shoulders and whisper to him, “Tits for kicks, tits for kicks. Matt loves to look… until his nuts get hit…” while chanting our little tune, I bend my knees and torque my hips to launch a devastating knee into his fragile nuts as hard as I can! I actually felt his left nut get pinched as my kneecap crushed it into his body.
“OH” Matt gasps. While he’s still reeling from being snapped out of his dream world, I swiftly throw a second knee into his aching testicles, this time slamming both of them! The quick nature of these strikes was way too much for his already hypersensitive balls and his eyes fill with tears as he bends over to hold himself.
“OOOOHH… FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!… UGHHH SCARLETT WHAT THE HELL! OOOH GOD.. MY BALLS SCARLETT! YOU SAID... ONE MORE KICK!” He screams loudly as he collapses back to the floor. I was certain Amanda would hear this time. “SHHHH idiot! Besides, it’s Tits for kicks… two tits, two kicks!”
I throw my shirt back on and run out into the hallway. I could hear Amanda downstairs, boiling the kettle.
“Thank god Amanda loves tea.” I laugh before returning to the room. “Well, I don’t know if you consider this a ‘win’ or not, Matt, but be ready for round two tomorrow!” He just looks up at me from the floor with a sheepish smile. I smile back at him. This game was fun.
Comments
Yumri
Kind of long but very enjoyable story to read
Heh, glad you enjoyed 🤭
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