Iggy Azalea

You go back to your place and are greeted by your girlfriend, Iggy Azalea. The two of you met when you were a backup dancer for one of her music videos. The two of you had sex frequently, but as Iggy's career stagnated so did your relationship.

"How did it go today with Beyonce? Did you get you get a chance to ask her if she wanted to collaborate with me?" She asks as soon as you enter.

You feel like she has just been using you for the connections that you have, even if it is a long shot that Beyonce would want to collaborate.

"No. I didn't get a chance to ask," you respond, "Beyonce was not in a good mood."

"Bullshit! I'm sure you could've asked her," Iggy yells furiously and kicks you hard in the balls.

You cry out in agony and fall to the floor. You whimper on the floor for a few minutes when Iggy tells you to stand up.

"I can't," you say weakly.

Iggy rolls her eyes, "It can't be that bad. Let me see them."

You move your hands away from your crotch and Iggy brutally stomps down on your nuts which compress against the floor. You let out a high pitched scream.

Iggy pulls down your pants and boxers.

"Why the Hell are your testicles so swollen and bruised?!"

You explain to her what happened today.

"Oh my God, babe. That's terrible," she says as she gets you a bag of ice, "And you said you have to see Shakira tomorrow?"

"That's right."

"I'm so sorry for kicking you," she says putting your head against her breasts, "I just got too worked up. I promise to not do it again."

"It's alright," you respond.

"I'll make you dinner," Iggy says, "I'm sure you'll want to get plenty of rest. I'm sure Shakira will not go easy on your balls tomorrow."

Holding the bag of ice on your abused nuts, you shudder at the thought of what Shakira will do to you.