Your poor balls

You manage to get a robe on (no underwear though since your left ball is twice the size from swelling).

Triss had cooked up a good breakfast when you hubbled down carefully to the kitchen. Triss couldnt manage to hold back her smile. " What happened to you?"

"Nothing at all, mind your own business" you sat down on one of the kitchen chairs with your legs spread, letting your nuts hang free on the front of the chair, under the table.

You winced from the pain of your ball hitting the chair frame, Triss noticed and pulled a deep breath.

"Are you actually ok?" Triss asked, managing now to hide her smile, she wanted to seem concerned.

You slowly got back up from the chair, feeling your sore nuts being dragged up the chair. When you're fumbling around getting breakfast you accidentaly walk right into an open cupboard in groin height.

You felt the ball squish on your leg and you held your groin, still standing, just bending over a bit.

"Oooh fuck oh shit" you wanted to fall down to the floor but Triss was right there, she had always joked about how much pain a kick in the balls could do. But she had never hurt your balls except for today.

"Oh My god did you just get rocked in the nuts??" Triss laughed.

You almost fell down from the pain but you tried your hardest to act tough. Triss went to the freezer and got a pack of ice, then slammed it right in your groin.

You went down like a sack of potatoes clutching your balls. Blacked out.

Triss put the ice pack on your balls and continued her day after taking Care of her soaking panties