Charge

The moment Anne touched the far wall, you charged for the nearest ball. By the time you reached the free throw line, you had effectively caught up to Shannon and Tomomi. Unfortunately, they were the slowest of the girls. You could probably get to the ball in front of you before them, but not before the other balls were snatched up. In fact, Melissa and Nicole were already reaching for two of the balls. Furthermore, Carmen had not only reached the line of balls, she had launched it at you.

It was coming in too fast for you get your hands around to be able to catch it. You practically threw yourself backwards in order to get out of the way. You let your legs collapse under you and you ended up on your butt. You felt a slight breeze as the ball passed less than an inch from your face. If you hadn’t been looking to your right, there was a good chance it would have broken your nose.

Looking to your right you saw that Melissa had tossed her ball to Linda. Linda in turn had thrown it at Brian. However, it was the ball that Nicole had thrown that commanded your attention. It was headed straight for you. Sitting on the court, there was no way to dodge. Instinctively, you brought your arms up to cover your chest and head. It was more luck than skill that allowed you trap the ball between your arms and chest. You struggled to maintain your grip on the semi-soft sphere as the impact knocked you flat on your back. With your calves pinned underneath, you felt the burn of your quads being stretched mercilessly.

You never saw the third ball. Having to come to a complete stop, Shannon was able to take her time to get the ball you had been after. The way you were splayed out, there was a very obvious target. Shannon couldn’t resist. And being in the middle No Man’s Land, she was standing at point blank range. Shannon couldn’t miss. She didn’t.

You screamed as the ball caught you squarely in the groin. The ball in your hand trickled away as you clutched at the impact site. You could almost hear the guys cringe as they saw the hit. Both sides gathered around as you lay there writhing in pain.

“Let me see,” Tomomi said, “You big baby.” She grabbed your wrists. You automatically resisted her efforts. However, you didn’t have the strength; especially when several other sets of hands helped out. Small deft fingers gently probed the area. You grunted through gritted teeth as she did. Despite the pain, you doubted that there was any real damage. You’d probably need a couple minutes to recover, but should be able to continue.

“I don’t know…” Tomomi murmured. Before you realized what was happening, Tomomi made her move. ZZIIIPPP! The front of your jeans parted. By the time you opened your mouth to protest, the Japanese woman had unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants. Her hands continued their examination. After a minute or so, Tomomi’s moved to the inside of your shorts.

“Nothing appears to be broken,” Tomomi announced after another minute as she pulled her hands away. You winced as your shorts snapped back onto place to reveal a large bulge. “Although there is obviously still some tenderness.”

“Maybe Shannon can kiss it and make it all better.” Cindy said with a giggle. Several others snickered. The tall redhead managed to blush demurely while licking her lips wantonly.

“Maybe later.” Marcus said. You took the hand he offered. Your pants fell to your ankles as Marcus and Tom hauled you to your feet. You legs were wobbly, but didn’t collapse. You staggered as you stepped out of your jeans. It wasn’t the item you would have chosen to remove, but you didn’t trust yourself to bend over to pull them back up. Cindy scooped them up and tossed them into the stands. Tom stood close as you staggered more than walked back to the guy’s end and touched the wall. As you did, you noticed Brian was down to his shorts.

“That was still a catch Nicole.” Anne prompted. Her voice drew your attention. Anne had removed her sweater. Tom explained that the captain of whichever team scored more hits on the initial volley had to take something off. Even with the item that Nicole had to take off, the girls had scored more with two; Brian and you.

Muttering under her breath, Nicole pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it angrily to the stands. The muttering got worse after she touched the back wall and turned to face the guys. You felt your sore cock stiffen. Your felt your tender balls tighten. The bulge in Brian’s jockstrap grew as well. Seeing this, Nicole stuffed her erect black nipples behind the stretchy material of her black sports bra.

Tom offered you one of the balls. He tossed it to Marcus as you shook you head. You didn’t have the strength to throw it effectively. Tom inched a little closer. Considering the way your legs were shaking, you were in no condition to dodge any thrown ball. And you weren’t sure you could react fast enough to catch a ball either.

The balls were split. Brian and Marcus had them for the guys. Shannon and Tomomi had them for the girls. While Brian had moved all the way up to the free throw line, Marcus was only a step or two over the end line. The two women were standing together even with the free throw line. The rest, on both sides, were wedged between the end line and wall. Tom took a couple protective steps forward onto the court as the busty redhead sized you up. Time slowed as everyone seemed to be just waiting. It was almost a surprise when one of them finally made a throw.