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Futanari Ballbusting: Paintball

byRichardPercival©

It's not easy being a Futanari. Some people think it's all sunshine and rainbows, you get boobs and a dick? That sounds awesome! And it is! It's fantastic to come home after a long day at work and grab your already erect penis in both hands and just go to town on it until the satisfying squirt. I'd compare it to finally taking off your shoes right when you get home. It's fantastic.

Yes, the dick makes being born a futa fantastic, but what spoils the whole situation is the balls. The nuts, the testicles, the jewels.

And nobody ever brings this up!

Everyone seems to forget that so much as a nudge is enough to bring you down to your knees in debilitating pain!

Okay, granted I'm never been the best when it comes to physical pain. Perhaps a simple poke is exaggeration, and perhaps I have a slight biased opinion because I was born under an unlucky star and have magnets for every loose object in a hundred foot radius surgically implanted in the middle of my nuts... That was a roundabout way of saying I get hit in the junk a lot.

Yard work? I either step on a twig or rake and get slammed in the nuts.

Sleeping? Very often my girlfriend will knee me while she's sleeping.

Going to the gym? Non-futa's have a game of walking up to me, yelling "MAN-CHECK!" and slapping me in the balls.

I'm not even safe in my own house because my girlfriends little sister hates me and "playfully" attacks my teste's whenever possible, though that's an entirely separate matter.

And to answer the obvious, no. I can't just wear a cup.

Right now, put your hands together in a fist. That is roughly the size of my ball sack (depending of course on how big your hands are), and my cock is something like 8 inches when flaccid!! I can't wear a cup!

Or at the very least I can't find a cup big enough.

But enough of my bitching, physical description:

My name is Kayle, I am a futanari, hence my previous complaining, I'm 5 foot 9, long brown hair, D cup breasts (of which I'm very proud of!) and an athletic build. I'm talking a flat stomach with abs, toned muscles, and a butt that makes all the man-checks worth while.

As for my girlfriend, who will be more relevant when I actually get into the story, she has blonde hair, is 5 foot 3, and tit's the size of watermelons. She's not fat! Not at all! In fact most of her body fat is on her chest. She also has the most adorable face on the planet, and is sweet enough to give you diabetes!

Out of all the nut abuse, she (Margret) is the only one who doesn't make a habit out of it... Well, an intentional habit. I don't count sleep time.

Speaking of sleep time!

Margret and I just finished a round of role play (I was a baker and she was a fine piece of bread I was about to serve to a rude customer) and decided to cuddle as we wait for my dick to soften before pulling it out.

"Kayle," She asked, struggling to breath beneath the weight of her boobs... and my hand ferociously groping them "Have you ever played paintball?"

"Hmm... Once, but I wasn't a fan, the brush tickled too much."

"Wha-, no, I mean actual paintball not... Some college sorority game."

"It was elementary school actually, and no. Not real paintball."

"Then we should go sometime!" Margret said as she sat up, letting her breasts flop over to the side. "I've always wanted to play!"

"Why?" I asked.

"Well... I'unno, it just seems fun!"

Now I was hesitant, understandably so in fact. See, Margret is a very... competitive person. As sweet as she might be normally, whenever competition is involved it's like a switch that turns her into an unrepentant monster.

"I know you're not sure, with the whole nuts thing," She reached down and gently stroked my balls. I might have some form of PTSD though because I flinched from that. "But it'll be okay! You wear this special outfit so each shot doesn't sting and it's regulation to shoot at the chest! Honestly, I'll get hurt more than you."

I had to think about it and weigh my options. On one hand, definite nut pain. On the other, making Margret happy.

"Alright," I said with a sigh. "Let's go tomorrow."

"Ah!" She threw her arms around me. "Thank you! thank you!" She then released me with a gleam in her eye. "Just to sweeten the deal, if you get hurt I'll," She grabbed the base of my penis and slowly slid it all out. I could tell by the blush on her face and the look in her eyes that she got an orgasm just from that. While I've heard that normal woman need some sort of emotional bond or something or climax, I think she might just be more sensitive than most. After a distinct pop and a look of ecstasy, Margret looked me in the eye, continued her sentence with "nurse you back to health with these." She then disappeared under the covers where she used her breasts and mouth with fantastic efficiency.

Nothing is sexier than a large breasted woman pushing her funbags away and taking the full length of your cock in her mouth. The full length, all 12 or whatever inches (I've never actually cared to measure myself, I've found that "super long" is an accurate description) all the way to the sack.

Just her throat contracting was enough to make me cum.

I felt great, and continued to feel great and have great dreams until I was suddenly woken up by a hard knee to my junk. I tried my hardest to not cry, and my arms flexed as hard as they could as they straightened like a board to reach down at my balls.

I'm not sure when I finally fell asleep, but I know I had to turn over to get my nuts out of harms way, which I hate doing because then I can't feel Margret's warmth.

We woke up early the next morning, she had to make her little sister's lunch for school, and I had to convince her that before she did she should do something I can masturbate too.

I think you can see why I willingly risk testicle injury to make her happy.

What she did was took off my pajamas, spread my legs, and started to rub her face all over my penis with bedroom eyes lustfully wanting me to penetrate her.

She walked out of the room after that with extra sway in her hips, and I had an easy job cuming with that mental image.

I decided to slip back on my pajama pants after that and walk outside the room. I wasn't wearing underwear so my bulge was clearly visible, I kept imagine sneaking up on Margret as she was waving at her sister leaving for school and sexing her over the dining room table so my erection was pitching a tent, and I overestimated how much time I sent masturbating, so... she... was still home.

I walked out of the room and into the kitchen, where Margret's sister stood, all ready for school.

She looked me up... and she looked me down.

What I wanted more that anything was to run back into my room and hide in my closet, but my body didn't react in time.

She punched me in the tit, and my knees got weak and my hands instinctively went to hold there. I was now closer to the ground, and that's when she brought her foot up to slam the front of her toes into my mostly non constricted sack.

I fell to my knee's and held onto my wounded balls as best I could, but that never works. The pain never gets subsided.

She turned her expressionless face around and walked out of the door.

Margret came running after she heard the crunch of my nuts.

"Kayle!?" She turned the corner and saw me in my position. I was able to not fall on my side, but I was still on the ground. "Oh no! Did my sister do this!?" She knelt down next to me but wasn't entirely sure what to do with her hands.

"Y-yes..." I squeaked out.

"Well... Well at least we know she can defend herself right? Hehheh." Margret tried to ease the situation, but my only thoughts were "oh god my balls" and "It would be great if she got into a fight in a back alley and took a full golf swing to her girl parts."

Why does she hate my testicles? You may ask. Well it's because she thinks I'm slowly stealing away her sister. And she think's that because I'm slowly stealing away her sister. It started out understandably enough, she's a selfish child who doesn't want to share her sister... But after not listing to her sister dozens of times and attacking my genitals hundreds of times, I've decided to turn the charm up to twenty and actually take her. Slavery may be illegal in this nation, but I am going to own her.

For example, she has to go to school, and I went paintballing with Margret.

Oh, in case you're wondering, which I doubt you are, this is my house. I have a career as an accountant and I live in a big house, while Margret's house was destroyed when a drunk driver crashed into it while they were at a new years party. I let them stay here because she was my then... I wouldn't call her girlfriend yet... At that point in time she was my fuckbuddy, used only to get out the sexual frustration in my life, so I let them stay here, which may have contributed to her thinking I'm taking away Margret.

So after my boobs were punched and my nuts violated, Margret hobbled me over to the car where she would begin driving down to the paintball area a few miles down the road.

"Hey, are you okay? We could still just go home after all."

"No, no. I'm fine." I said while still protectively clutching my nuts. "Besides, I love getting kicked there by a four foot tall girl. The only thing better than that is paintball, so it'll be the perfect day as far as I'm concerned."

By the way, I'm not sure about what constitutes as child pornography, so we're going to say that Margret's sister is a college girl of 18, and she's only 4 foot tall because she's short and stupid.

Blah blah blah, Margret was at a red light and reached over to give me a handjob through my pajama's but I didn't get to finish by the time we got there.

So I walked into this paintball area frustrated, in pain, and in fear that I knew where every single person will be aiming at.

In contrast, Margret walked in prepared to win, and ready to take no prisoners.

The complex had a gravel parking lot, a small brick building with locker rooms and such, and a huge hundred acre area for all the shooting and violence.

Margret walked to the front desk and signed us in while I paid.

We went to our co-ed locker room where all the women and futanari's were and we began to change.

I did give some sneak looks at everyone else though. Everyone was eyeing up my package, while I was doing the same to the other futa's.

I felt an intense pit of jealousy as I saw futa's with pinkie sized dicks and marble balls put their privates into protective cups. And the women were putting on groin guards, sort of like cups but for the flatness of a woman's crotch.

But then, I looked over at Margret and everything else washed away.

I saw her perfect form fit snug and tight into the paintball arena's skin tight suit, everything from her ankles to her wrists were perfectly sized to fit in this, and anyone could appreciate the curves of her perfect body. She pulled her blonde hair out of the neck hole and let it cascade down her like raindrops from a shower, her professional looking calm face befitting her perfectly. She finished zipping up the front of her suit and the tightness of her chest was to die for, it looked as though her top could rip open at any moment and expose her best parts to the world! They jiggled, but ever so subtly, it was only visible to those looking close like I was. By now she noticed my stares and turned around to show off the other end. I wanted to savor the moment so I started with her back. Her shoulders were expertly hung, not to forward, not too back. Her arms were open just enough to see her breasts from behind, and her snug back looked like heaven. Her waist was in just the way it should be, and after that lied the promise land. Her behind was the perfect combination of tight and soft. If you saw it you'd say you could use it as a pillow. It was heart shaped and Margret knew it! She slid her hip to one side and asked.

"What do you think?"

She was bent over just enough to see her crotch was just as tight where it was.

I tried to speak, but she interrupted.

"Actually, I think you're body speaks for itself." She said with a delectable smile.

She was referring to my erection, standing at full mast and it was so hard it hurt.

But I wasn't the only one. Every futa in the room was eyeing her up. No, scratch that, everyone in the room was eyeing her up, but the non-futa women just didn't have the appendages to prove it.

I felt bad for these futa's though. My girlfriend is very kind, but these other women, their dates, were bitches.

Even though everyone stared at Margret with an insatiable hunger, then women got jealous!

Some women punched their futa's in their small balls, some gave knees, others full kicks. One had their cup turned inside out, and then the woman kneed the cup and full force! One poor soul got their nuts grabbed, and the look on that poor futa's face was of pure terror. Like they have been here before, while the woman had pure scorn on her face, like she derived no pleasure from this punishment but it had to be done. The woman squeezed the balls as tight as she could, but the room was already filled with futa's crying, so she didn't try to hide her anguish.

I was busy seeing the terror of all that that I lost my boner. Turning to Margret again, I quickly found it.

She started to rub her body against mine and practically begged for me to fondle her in public.

So I did! Everything was firm, but the appropriate places like her ass and tits did give some sway.

Margret angled herself in just a way that her crotch was sliding up and down my cock, and her confined breasts were right in front of my face. She grabbed my nipples, and that's when I got lost in ecstasy.

The other women on the other hand began to get even more jealous and demanded that their futa's pleasure them. So what followed was a bunch of futa's with sore testicles trying to get it hard enough for their girls. And ever failure was met with even more pain.

At some point Margret and I ended up on a locker room bench, and one final twist to my breasts was enough for me to cum, and I did it all over some dominate woman's back who standing in front of me.

Her response to this blatant disrespect was to give me a flick to the sack.

If you think that was lenient, then that's because there are rules apparently.

See, if you know that a woman and futa are a couple, then no matter what, you can't do anything to risk that futa's groinal health, because if she can't perform her duties that that'll be hurting the woman, not just the futa. Back in the day there would be cycles of revenge that lead to a lot of futa's being castrated, but thank god we live in a more civilized age.

The flick was noticeable, it hurt, and it happened right after cumming so it was also sexually frustrating, but I recovered after a few moments.

But whatever, I put on my not super tight green camouflage outfit that's meant to show off your curves but also not strangle your nuts to death.

As we were about to leave Margret playfully slapped me on the butt so I guess I looked pretty good.

Everyone from the locker rooms gathered in the a small auditorium like room and we took our seats to have everything explained to us.

To paraphrase what we learned: There are separate games for every day, and today it's everyone for themselves. You have no allies out there, we all start in a cleared out area of the forest, have a three minute breather, and last woman standing is the winner. There are a bit more specifics to the game, like how to determine if you died, but it's not very important.

But what is important is the blatant lack of safety regulation in this place! And I was the only one to notice!

So, I had assumed we were going to get some form of body armor to simulate actual warfare, like a chest piece and shin pads, to, you know, not feel the full force of getting shot with a paintball. I had also assumed, perhaps foolishly, that everyone else brought cups and groin guards because they wanted assured protection, but we would be supplied some.

We were not.

I was the only futa without a cup (and had the biggest target in between my legs) and Margret was the only woman who didn't protect her crotch, though that okay because her target is so much smaller!

Everyone could look at me for a second and know where to shoot at to inflict the most pain, but for women... I don't know, it's like, you never know exactly wear to aim at, you're always a little off.

In fact, the only type of protect we were supplied was goggles. That was it. No helmet, no gloves, no nothing but that.

And yes, the woman teaching us everything said in her bland, monotone voice that you shouldn't aim for a futa's testicles because they're sensitive and could really hurt us, but based on the giggling in the room I could tell nobody was going to follow that rule.

Internally I prayed that I could get shot in the back or something, and externally I subtly rested my hand on the bulge in my pants out of fear.

After orienteering we were given out weapons: A paintball pistol, a paintball rifle like thing, a cool watch that tells you the amount of health you have as well as whos out, and a vest like thing filled with ammo.

Once we got everything on we started to walk single file into the forest. On the way I tried to get a sense of what Margret was going to do, if she wanted an alliance or something, but she wouldn't tell. Just kept giving me sultry looks and winks.

We eventually came to a large circular clearing with platform arranged in a circle. I could have sworn I saw this in a movie somewhere, but I was too worried about protecting my places to think about it.

The bell sounded and everyone did different things, some ran, some might have made alliances because our guns were locked up until the end of three minutes. I can't tell you who exactly did what because I ran the other way, not wanting to meet up with Margret anytime soon.

I ran as far as I could in a zigzag type formation at full sprint. As soon as the three minutes were up I changed my running style.

It went like this: I didn't want to spend a single second unprotected, so I ran from cover to cover (like rocks or tree trunks), and when I got into cover I pressed my dick against it. That way if someone shot me the closest they'd get is shooting my hips or my butt. Basically I looked like a really horny futa who couldn't contain her urges and was humping everything.

Then I heard a noise!

"-ook my cup. What a weirdo." Someone said.

I looked around quickly and found the darkest spot. I dove over to it, took out my paintball pistol, and covered myself in leaves and sticks. It was more convincing than what you're probably thinking.

"Ha! Sucks for you! My groin guard isn't nearly as easy to rip off!" I opened my eyes and looked over, there were two. One hiding right behind the other (right behind) and I can only guess this was to protect the rear one's penis because someone attacked her and took away her cup, and they were coming closer.

"Margret did that. Didn't she." I thought. Didn't think much one how she did that though.

"Yes yes, I get it. You're better built than me."

I got a closer look, the futa was a very petite looking person, maybe 5 foot 3 or something. The woman in front of her was almost a full head taller and much... "fuller" in the right places (not me being pervy, that suit doesn't leave a lot to the imagination).

"Go away, go away!" I yelled inside my head as I readied my weapon, feeling completely exposed.

"If you hate it that much we could always go with castration." She said with a smile.

"Reilly!" The futa said as she tightened up her legs.

I felt the same way from that statement and moved my legs a little together as well, causing a bit of ruffling in the leaves.

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