Kicked the Wrong Balls!

Brayden was the head of the men’s soccer team and he was a bit overbearing. Brayden took soccer very seriously and would often yell at his teammates when they’d make a mistake. He’d throw soccer balls at their faces and shout at them, telling them how stupid they were when they missed a goal. The whole men’s soccer team was very scared of him, and they wanted to quit soccer but it was their job. If they quit, then they’d be unemployed.

The men’s soccer team did really well, winning a lot of their matches, however the players were not having fun. They feared practice but wouldn’t ever miss it for fear of Brayden beating them up or shouting at them. However Brayden was known as a soccer legend, and his team had won many championships.

One day, the soccer organizer came to Brayden after practice. He walked up to Brayden and had a girl beside him. Brayden looked at her, his eyes scanning her body. She had a short pixie cut hair and had a curvy body with DD breasts. She had a tight soccer uniform on.

He checked her out, his pervy eyes staring at her breasts before the Soccer Organizer began to speak. “This is Meghan,” he said, gesturing to the girl. “She is the head of the women’s soccer team and wants to know if you’ll help her and the other girls better their skills. They have won many games as well, but she thinks some extra help can always make them improve.”

Meghan nodded, slightly creeped out by Brayden’s staring. Brayden nodded, still staring at Meghan’s tits. “Sure of course,” he said. He got a hard boner as the Soccer Organizer and Meghan walked away, he was staring at her ass.

The next day Brayden went to the women’s soccer team practice. His team came with them sitting on the bleachers and watching as Brayden walking out onto the grass field where the girls were stretching and laughing. Brayden’s team was surprised, the girls were laughing and having fun, something they never did during practice. Well, they were until Brayden started barking out orders.

The girls looked at him, a bit of annoyance as he shouted at them. All throughout practice he was mean to them. He’d shout at them angrily, grope their breasts and ass as well. He kept slapping the girls on the ass then they’d be preparing to start a practice match or try to slap their tits, while shouting at them about how they weren’t good enough.

At the end of the practice the girls were fed up. They weren’t having fun and Brayden’s orders were getting on their nerves. The girls looked at each other and stopped listening to Brayden’s orders. They stood up surrounding Brayden with their hands on their hips, their tight soccer uniforms clinging to their curvy bodies.

“Why aren’t you listening?” Brayden shouted, his face fuming with anger. Meghan stepped forward. “You’re being a dick! You’re barking orders like a military sergeant and no one is having any fun.” she complained to him, the other girls nodding in agreement. Brayden closed his eyes and crossed his arms. “Well maybe if your team wasn’t so sucky- UFGH!” He was cut off by Meghan’s foot slamming into his crotch with a hard soccer kick.

His eyes went wide and he felt like he was going to hurl as he dropped to his knees, surrounded by the angry girls. “Wha- oohhh ow- why would you do that?” he groaned, his voice cracking with pain.

Meghan grinned down at him. “Looks like we have new balls to play with girls.” she said to the team and they all gave malicious smiles. The girls pushed Brayden on his back and spread his legs, with all of them holding him down, he couldn’t move, struggling in their grip. “Wait! Hey! Don’t- AGH!” he cried out as Meghan’s heel slammed into his balls.

Meghan twisted her foot, smashing into Brayden’s balls harder, her strong soccer legs pushing more **** into him. “UGHHH! MRPH! AH!” he cries out in pain, squirming to get free. Meghan stomped her foot into his crotch over and over again, laughing with each hit.

Brayden began to tear up, the pain becoming too much to handle as he felt his ability to have kids in the future leaving him. He blubbered in pain, incoherently trying to apologize and beg the girls for mercy but to no avail. Meghan seemed to get an idea and told the girls to make Brayden stand.

The girls snickered as they **** Brayden up, his legs were shaking and if they weren’t holding him then he would’ve collapsed on the ground. He begged them, pathetically to forgive them as Meghan grabbed a soccer ball.

“I’m going to practice my aiming!” she said with a laugh as she set the ball on the ground, a few feet away from Brayden’s spread legs and his wide open crotch. Meghan stepped back a bit, focusing on the ball.

“No! Hey! Please no! Stop!” Brayden begged before Meghan sped forward and kicked the ball as hard as she could. The ball sped through the air, a ton of **** behind it until it slammed into Brayden’s groin. Brayden’s eyes went wide, his face red and the girls finally let him go. He collapsed to the ground, face planting into the dirt and holding his broken ball sack and crying into the dirt.

From that point on, he was nicer.

Follow me: https://www.deviantart.com/crunchy0tac0

Commission me: https://forms.gle/SgwzeLsxbB2CEqjs6