This was Jessica's third year on the team. She became team captain the very first year. It was like she was a born leader. The other teams just stayed away from her and everyone on her team followed her perfectly. She was also deadly accurate with every kick. The coaches couldn't really explain it. She just had a way with the ball.
In reality, it all started that first year by accident. Jessica had just put on a new pair of cleats. Nice slender design with pink studs on the bottom and a sleek pink curve around the whole shoe. She loved them. So much she wanted everyone to get a good look up close, even if they didn't want to.
It was the first game of the season. Little Timothy Jensen was a cocky boy on the opposing team. He got the kick off and ran down half the field, dribbling around everyone on Jessica's team. This kid had skill. He even paused right in front of Jessica and faked twice, making Jessica fall flat on her face, twisted and tumbled in a heap of frustration. He passed it to another boy and bolted into position in front of the goal. The boy dodged around one more player, and passed the ball right back to Timmy. It was just the goalie left. Timmy grinned wildly. He had taken shots like this plenty of times before. He geared up and let loose a monster of a kick, right at the center of the goal.
Usually the goalie jumped right or left because no one would actually aim for the center. But Jessica's goalie was stunned and scared. She was new and not very brave at all. The ball flew right toward her, right at her face. It wasn't really Timmy's fault, but it hit her full force, knocking her head back, breaking her nose. Blood gushed out everywhere. It was truly a gruesome scene.
Timmy thought it was hilarious. "Holy shit! Don't you know how to catch? You're the goalie for crying out loud, use your hands!"
All the adults gathered around the poor little goalie girl, consoling and treating her bleeding face as best they could. Jessica's team gathered about mid field, keeping their distance from their injured friend. The other team gathered back on the sideline, waiting patiently. Everyone that is, except Timmy. He was entraced at the damage he'd caused, and couldn't believe it was possible to do so much with one little soccer ball. He was about to find out how much little balls can hurt.
Seeing the blood on her friend's face, Jessica ran up, only to be stopped by the adults and told to go back and wait with the rest of the team. She saw it though. The broken nose, the blood, and the tears. She'd never seen anyone hurt so badly. Her face was ruined, just ruined. She was mad at Timmy a little, yes, but more just concerned for her friend. That all changed as she walked back to her team.
Timmy stopped her. "Hey, how bad's her face? Or do you think it's an improvement, ha ha!"
Jessica's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe this kid. What a jerk. She kept walking back to her team.
"Hey you! I said what's her face look like? C'mon, tell me! Or maybe you're just mad cuz now she looks like you!"
Jessica paused. She didn't want to argue, but he was begging for it. "Yeah, her face got all banged up. All because of you and your fancy moves! If you're so good, why don't you play with the bigger kids, huh?"
Timmy looked at her with a smug grin, "What, and miss out on scoring every shot against a bunch of stupid girls? Ha! No way!"
Jessica folded her arms in protest. "Well now there's no game, idiot! We can't play without a goalie so I guess no more shots for you!"
Timmy took a step forward. "Oh I'll take plenty of shots! Maybe I'll kick the ball in your face next!"
Jessica was fearless. "You couldn't hurt a fly. You're all talk!"
"Oh, yeah?" Timmy took another two steps forward quickly, catching Jessica off guard. He shoved her in the chest. Again, in his defence, he didn't realize a young developing girl's breasts are so sensitive. He rough housed with other boys all the time. But hitting a pre-teen girls' chest had a very different effect.
Jessica lurched back, cupping her tiny chest, horrified at what just happened. She'd never been hit by anyone. The pain was sharp. She wanted to cry and tears started swelling. Then Timmy made his last mistake. He laughed harder and harder, pointing at Jessica.
"Oh my God! Girls are so weak, ha ha ha!" He couldn't contain himself. It was just too funny. He just pushed her a little and she cried? What a baby! He rocked back and forth, laughing down at the ground and then rolling with laughter up at the sky, over and over.
Every time Timmy looked up, Jessica looked down, eyeing his crotch. His shorts were kinda small and they hugged his tiny athletic frame well. She could see the outline of his penis, hanging just to the side of his balls. As Timmy stretched his head high he thrust his hips forward, making his shorts even tighter against his little package. Jessica saw the clear outline of his nuts, just below his dick. Suddenly she knew what to do.
As Timmy stretched back in laughter, he brought his hips forward even further, leaving his junk fully pressed against his tight shorts. Jessica drew her foot back and kicked forward with all her might. The tip of her cleat struck both of Timmy's balls just as he stretched back and far as he could go. For a split moment, Timmy's whole body lifted off the ground, held up only by his busted nuts balancing on the tip of Jessica's pink cleat.
*THUD*
That was the sound Jessica heard. It was an odd feeling, kicking a boy in the balls. She thought it would be more like a soccer ball and be tough. After all, that's why she kicked so hard. She had to get through to him. However, his balls were very squishy. Her foot had sunk all the way into his groin, stretching his little boy shorts up and exposing most of his bare legs.
It all happened so fast, but as she brought her foot back down to earth, she watched her target intently. She saw the clear outline of Timmy's dick and balls. Now his dick pointed straight up toward his chest and his balls were separated a bit with some space in between. It was almost in slow motion as she watched his junk stretch forward in his shorts, flopping back down to where they were before she kicked them. Then she saw Timmy's face.
Timmy instantly regretted picking a fight with Jessica. He'd been hit in the nuts a few times before, but not like this. Not with this power. Not this directly. Not with this pain. His little boyhood clamered up in his shorts, unable to escape the fierce and perfectly timed kick to his balls. His arms fell limp at his sides the instant it happened, letting his body fully embrace the sheer pain rising up his testicles into his abdomen like a bolt of lightning. His face, once squinting and riddled with laughter, was now wide eyed with his mouth agape. His breath audibly escaped his lungs all at once. As he dropped to the ground from the kick, he collapsed like a rag doll, hunching over in the fetal position. His legs instinctively twitched, desperately trying to run away from the pain between his legs.
Jessica watched with delightful surprise. She didn't realize how effective a single kick to the nuts would be. Seeing Timmy totally incapacitated and writhing in agony, she decided to make sure he knew she'd always have the upper hand now. She grabbed both of Timmy's legs and pulled him across the grass for a bit, making his little boy shorts bunch up in his crotch, giving him a wedgie. He held his balls tightly, determined to not let them be hit again. It was no use. Jessica kicked him in the stomach, making his hands jump up a few inches and cup his aching tummy. Now she had access again.
Jessica slowly and deliberately placed her cleat on top of Timmy's tight little package. They had no where to run since his little shorts were wedgied between his legs. He felt the studs of Jessica's cleats resting and lightly pressing on his precious boyhood. He instantly brought his hands down on top of her cleat, clawing and squirming to try to get them loose, but it was too late. Jessica had them trapped between her cleat and his groin. He looked up, pleading with his eyes, begging for mercy.
Jessica loved this. The terror on his face, the payback for her friend. Hell, even the squishy feeling of his testicles under her shoe. This was power. She was in control now.
"You're going to apologize to my friend. And you're not going to be mean to us anymore, you hear me!" As Jessica spoke, her foot clamped down harder, crushing the boy's already busted balls.
Timmy leaned forward in pain and spoke weakly, "Yes, anything, I'll do anything! Please!"
Not good enough. "Say sorry! Say it or I'll stomp my foot down!"
Frightened of loosing his jewels, Timmy gathered all his strength and uttered his reply, "Yes, oh God, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I'll never do it again!"
Jessica smirked with pleasure, pressing down even harder into his helpless boy bits, "Say you promise!"
Timmy's face turned red with pain. "I promise, I promise, I promise!"
Jessica brought her weight forward, just a little bit more. "Promise on your balls."
"What?!" Timmy's squeaky voice replied.
"Promise you'll never hurt us again, or I'll use your balls for soccer practice!"
Timmy was desperate, the pain climbing into his body was like a freight train, making his heart race and his body sweat. "I promise on my balls, I promise my balls! My balls!"
Finally satisfied with Timmy's begging, she released his nuts from beneath her cleat. The boy instantly cupped his hands over them, rolling over in agony again and crying. She looked up. Her team had gathered around her. They'd seen everything. But most of all, they saw Jessica's next move, making her team captain for sure.
"Get up and go apologize. And if you dare tell anyone what I did, it won't be just me, but EVERY girl on this team that kicks you in the balls!"
The other girls nodded in agreement. Timmy did as he was told at first, but after a few years, he forgot.
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