The next week's soccer practice was coming up fast. Danny was really dreading it. He'd always wanted to play soccer on a real team, but this was horrible. Getting his balls kicked during every practice was not his idea of fun. He just had to do something, but what?
Danny arrived a bit early to practice, eager to get better at his footwork. He started passing the ball to himself and juggling it really low like he always did at home. It didn't take long for the coaches to notice him.
Coach Friar walked up to Danny, grinning with pride. He'd never seen a new player with such skill.
"Hey, you're Danny, aren't you?"
Danny was so focused on the ball, he was startled by Coach Friar's presence.
"Oh, hey," he said with a catch in his throat, "what's up?"
"Oh, just admiring your work with the ball. My daughter's pretty good with balls too."
"Oh. Who's your daughter?"
Just then, Danny saw Jessica getting out of the car behind Coach Friar. There was no way she could be the coach's kid.
"Jessica. I'm sure you met her last week. She loves kicking the ball around. Can she kick your balls?"
"What!?!?" Danny turned pale. He got an instant flashback from last week: a vivid image of Jessica sending his bare balls flying and him writhing in agony.
Coach Friar was perplexed. "I said, can Jessica kick your ball? I need to pump these ones up, so can you two practice together?"
Danny tried to act normal. "Oh, uh, yeah. Sure."
Coach Friar raised an eyebrow at the weird boy, then went back to his car to get the pump. He passed Jessica on the way. "That Danny boy's a bit odd. Seems rather protective of his ball," he said with a shrug.
"Oh really," Jessica asked, "what did he say?"
"I just asked him if you could practice with him, but he didn't seem to want to. That's not good for the team. See if you can get him to open up."
"Okay, daddy. How about I take him around the side of the hill for a while?"
"Sure, puddin. Show him some of our drills."
"Okay daddy. We'll come back once we're done kicking the ball back and forth. It just might take awhile," Jessica said with a sideways grin.
"Alright puddin. Want me to send some of the girls your way?"
"Oh, yes daddy. All the girls, please."
Coach Friar nodded in agreement and started walking back to the car to get the pump. Jessica turned toward Danny with squinting eyes.
Danny saw Jessica taking with her dad, discussing whatever it was. It just seemed to take forever, and now he didn't like how Jessica was looking at him. She walked toward him fast with that quirky sideways grin.
"Hey, new boy. I thought I told you not to tell anyone about me kicking your balls?"
Danny was scarred stiff. "Hey! I didn't tell! Honest! I didn't say nothin!"
Jessica loved tricking boys. Once she tricked a neighbor boy to follow her around the side of her house and convinced him to strip naked. She had told him to lay on the ground, flat on his back, and spread his legs. She then told him to close his eyes and he'd get a big surprise. The gullible boy did everything. Jessica took a good look at his boyhood for a bit and told him not to peek. Just when the boy squeezed his eyes shut tight, Jessica kicked him in the nuts as hard as she could. The boy crumpled up, shrieking in pain. Jessica just laughed and whispered in his ear, "If you ever tell anyone, I'll rip off your dick and balls and make you a girl!" She walked away and the boy never said anything. She knew how to get boys to listen. Now she'd get Danny to listen.
"I know you were talking to my daddy. I bet you didn't see me watching you back there."
Danny was upset. He really hadn't said anything. He was too scared to. "No! I promise! I didn't tell!"
"Then why did my daddy say you didn't want me kicking your balls again?"
"I, uh, just meant my soccer ball, that's all!" Danny was getting flustered.
"Oh, so now you don't want to play soccer either? Wow new boy, just wow!"
Danny couldn't believe this was happening. How was this getting so turned around?
"Grab your ball, turn around, and start walking! We're gonna practice behind that hill!"
Danny did as he was told. He didn't want to argue with anyone, especially not the coach's daughter. Jessica grinned with pleasure, watching Danny's cute butt wiggle in his shorts as he hurried toward the hill.
Danny was panting a little, holding his ball on his side. He stopped out of sight from the main field and turned around with a look of pure sadness. How was this happening?
"Drop it! Drop it all! Shirt, shorts, everything! Put it all on the ground!"
Danny hesitated. No way. Just no way.
"Get naked or the girls and I will rip off more than just your clothes!"
Danny saw them start to come around the hill. The other girls, all giggling. They knew this place was for one thing only, busting balls.
Danny's stomach sank. He frowned and started to cry as he bent over and slowly untied his shoes and pulled off his socks. The girls giggled more, checking out his little butt. Danny stood up and lifted up his shirt, covering his head. One of the girls rushed up to him and yanked down his shorts and undies, making his little dick flop all around.
Startled again, Danny stepped backwards but tripped on the shorts around his ankles. He fell on his butt. The girls all laughed, watching Danny struggle with his shirt. Finally, Danny got it off and slammed it down to the ground. He was now sitting completely naked in the poky grass.
"Lay down on your back!"
Danny did it. He looked up at the sky, amazed that his wiener was in the open air again.
"Here's the deal, new boy. Each of us get to kick you in the balls since you tried to tell on us to my daddy."
"But I didn't!" Danny couldn't help it. He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.
Jessica ran up and kicked Danny right in the crotch, squishing his nuts. "And one extra kick for every lie!"
Danny cried in pain. Jessica got down next to his ear, "You better keep your legs open, or you'll get ten more kicks!"
Danny's legs were twitching from the pain. He slowly spread his legs, bracing for the procession of kicks to come. One by one, the girls all lined up their kick and sent their cleats deep into Danny's balls. His sensitive little nuggets flattened more with every kick, turning his whole body red. His legs weren't cooperating. They wouldn't stay open no matter how much he tried.
"Spread your legs, new boy!"
"Please, help! I can't take it anymore!"
"You heard him, girls. Help him spread those legs!"
Two girls each grabbed a leg and pulled. Danny's beaten balls sagged down loose between his shaking legs, completely unprotected except for his sad limp dick hanging down in the middle.
The last girl lined up and kicked those saggy nuts right up into Danny's crotch, making them retreat up into his abdomin like a little puppy. Danny tried to scream, but it came out as a tiny high pitched squeal, barely even heard. His lungs stopped, his whole body shook. He felt like his balls had exploded into his body and were burning him alive.
It seemed like the spreading pain would never stop. Then, he felt Jessica breath on his ear. "If I ever even think you've told anyone about this, it'll be the last thing you do as a boy. We'll finish what we started here and squish those balls of yours so flat, they'll look like a welcome mat. And then we'll wipe our feet on them!"
Danny just nodded in agreement. He couldn't feel anything but the stabbing pain pulsing through his broken balls.
The girls finally let him go. Danny whimppered and cried in the fetal position, cradling where his balls should be, but they weren't.
"Get dressed and get back to practice! You've got five minutes before we come back to get you and make you a girl!"
Danny's eyes wouldn't stop crying. His balls were dead, he just knew they were dead. Under his dick was an empty sac, but there! Above his dick he could feel the lumps in his groin. That had to be his nuts! A little pressure and sure enough, they slid back down into his tender sack. He puked from the pain.
His time was running out. He looked at his clothes, then over at the fence. There! There was a hole in it! He could make a break for it. No, they'd find him and make him a girl! Maybe he could just stay here and they'd forget? What should he do?
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