Liam's last two weeks were hard. Very, very hard. After Selena and Lila's beating, he got to sleep on his sofa bed because he couldn't walk straight, so he needed a place where food, water, and a bathroom were quickly accessible. He spent the entire week on the bed, with packed ice on his groin, radiating pain non-stop. He couldn't even walk in his room on the first floor, because get up the stairs was too painful for his balls. The girls really messed them up pretty well. He couldn't even beat his meat. The first week was straight-up blue balling, and this didn't help his situation.
The second week was easier. His nuts started regaining their right color, and the pain was disappearing. He started taking showers since in the first week his nuts were so sensible that cold or hot water would make him cry. And that's exactly what happens in his first 4 days, where he has to put ice on them. On the fifth, the nuts were still hurting, but not so much to make him cry. Lucky for him, he lived alone so he wouldn't be embarrassed by his family knowing what happened.
But now, after two hellish weeks, he was finally ready to go back to college, fresh and with his balls intact and finally healed. He confidently grabbed the cold doorknob. He opened the door, feeling the sun on his skin. It was finally time to go back to his normal life.
CRUNCH
Liam felt a strong pain coming from his crotch, so strong that he was forced to kneel on the floor, cupping his injured balls. His body recognized that kick.
"Well well well well! How are your nuts feeling, bitch-boy?" a voice playfully asked.
"Honey! If you hit so hard right now, he will not even reach the school!" another familiar sweet but acute voice said.
The point of a boot reached under his chin, lifting his head up. First, he sees her purple thong, then her perky massive tits, nearly ripping off her t-shirt, and then her face, with a sadistic smile on it. A jolt of fear shivers down his spine, confirming what his aching nuts already knew.
"Do you like the greetings of my pointy boots?" Serena asked. He could only cough, as the pain spread throughout his body.
"What's wrong? Boot got your balls?" she started laughing. She put her hands on her crotch, lowering her face near his, and started faking out the pain. "Uuuh, Ouch, My balls! My balls! I can't breathe well!! Cough couch!" She then grinned sadistically, looking right into his painful eyes. At her right, there was Lila, hot as always. On Serena's left there was Haruki.
Her charm is a fusion of traditional grace and modern allure. Her glossy, black hair, adorned with delicate cherry blossom pins, flows in graceful waves that catch the light as she moves. Almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of brown, reflect a blend of determination and vivacity. Haruki's petite yet athletic figure is a testament to the grace and strength that defines her cheerleading prowess.
Dressed in a cheerleading uniform that seamlessly merges the American tradition with Japanese flair, Haruki is a vision of vibrant elegance. The uniform, adorned with the school's colors, is tailored to fit her form with a subtle sensuality. The crop top, a daring touch, reveals a hint of midriff, inviting a playful contrast to the more conservative American styles.
Her pleated cheerleading skirt, a symbol of cheer tradition, sways with every jump and spin. The fabric, adorned with a delicate cherry blossom pattern, pays homage to Haruki's Japanese heritage. As she moves, the skirt creates a visual spectacle, blending the energy of American cheerleading with the grace of traditional dance.
Haruki's knee-high socks, adorned with a subtle cherry blossom pattern, add a touch of whimsy to the ensemble. The socks hug her legs in a way that draws attention to their sculpted form, emphasizing the dynamism and energy she brings to every cheer. Each jump and kick becomes a visual spectacle, a celebration of both team spirit and Haruki's captivating presence.
Haruki's athletic sneakers, chosen for their functionality and style, complete her ensemble. Each step she takes is a dance of precision and energy, the sneakers providing both support and a touch of sporty flair. The rhythmic sound of her shoes against the gym floor becomes a unique accompaniment to the cheers that fill the air.
Her makeup is a harmonious blend of tradition and modern allure. Eyes framed with a touch of shimmer convey a lively sparkle, while lips painted in a shade that mirrors the vibrant ribbon in her hair invite attention and admiration. The delicate scent of cherry blossoms, a nod to her Japanese roots, leaves a subtle trail as she moves. And also she gives very good heads.
She gave him multiple blowjobs over time, and he could feel she was into him, at least sexually. But he knew this time she was going to handle his private parts more brutally than their last encounter. They locked eyes, and she winked at him, then licked her lips. Maybe there will be an actual good ending, after all.
"But I should thank you!" Serena resumes, watching Lila "After your beating, we get the most rough sex of our lives. This will help us get closer." They weave their hands together. "Cutting the romantic bullshit, we're a couple now. And we do everything together." She put the heel of her boot on his forehead and pushed him to the ground. "Everything." she repeated, as Liam automatically moved his hands behind his head, enforcing the fall. Big mistake. Serena's pointy black boot and Lila's blue metallic finish stiletto pumps crashed down on his nuts, sending jolts of pain in his whole body.
"AAAAAAH!" Liam screamed. The girls didn't mind him and entered his house, trampling on his balls. They shut the door, and then Lila helped Liam get up and sit on a chair.
"You got a pretty fucking big house! Are you rich or something?" she asked
"Kinda." Liam answered.
"We need to exchange numbers, because I've spent half an hour looking up your address in my mother's college records, and I don't want to do that again for your number," Serena said. Haruki looked at her and Serena rolled her eyes. "Well, Actually I ballbusted a student and then threatened to pop his nuts if he didn't find your address. But I still had to wait so it counted!" Liam reluctantly exchanged numbers with the three of them.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"To punish you, again. What a deja vu!" Serena exclaimed.
"What?! Why?!"
"I gave you one week of recovery, and you took two."
"You didn't tell me any-"
"Wait, you got the sorority meeting today, right?" Haruki told to Serena, interrupting Liam.
"I'm gonna be late. Who cares?"
"The twins aren't gonna be happy, you know they don't like latecomers!"
"What are they gonna do? Kick out the daughter of the principal? Plus, I can't stand that rich bitch!"
"But you ARE a rich bitch!"
"Exactly! There can only be one of us."
"Aren't you two forgetting about someone?" Lila asked as she pointed her finger toward Liam.
"What? Oh, right! Him!" she placed her foot on his sore nuts, crushing them on the chair.
"So, how are you doing? Did you miss me?" she playfully asked, grinding her booted foot into Liam's nuts. The poor boy couldn't even respond, as the pain killed the words in his mouth.
"Did you at least dream of me?" she joked, looking at his face painted with pain. Until it got painted in red.
"Wait...did you really dream about me?! AHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Liam was ashamed. He didn't know why but from their first encounter, he had the same dream every night. The two of them were in a playground, and she busted his nuts with every plaything there was. He got an erection, catching Serena's attention.
"What's this?" she asked, grinding her boot once again, using the tip to play with his dick.
