His Aunt’s Friends and the Game That Ended Badly

Adrián had spent the entire summer circling the pool at the family villa as if he owned the place. In reality, he was merely the owner’s nineteen-year-old nephew, a boy with too much free time and far too little sense. When his aunt went out, things changed. That was when her friends appeared.

They were three sisters and, apart from their hair color, it was hard to tell them apart. Carmen was blonde, with a laugh that filled the entire patio. Rebeca had a mane of red hair that she wore pulled back in a tight ponytail. Daniela, the youngest of the three, wore her straight black hair to her shoulders. They were around forty, beautiful in a confident, unhurried way, and they looked at Adrián the way someone appraises merchandise.

He felt flattered. He had a tall, athletic, well-built body, and he took care over every detail. He shaved his pubic hair and balls with a new razor every week because he liked the result; he liked feeling clean and exposed, with his cock hanging heavily over a smooth, pinkish sack that looked enormous without a single hair around it. He was proud of what he had between his legs and never missed an opportunity to show it off. He knew he had a thick, long cock with a broad glans that turned purple when he got hard, and he loved the moment when a woman saw it for the first time and fell silent for a second too long.

It had all started innocently enough. The sisters asked him to pose, to pretend to clean the bottom of the pool, to move from one side to the other with the net in his hand while they had something cold to drink beneath the sunshade. They slipped him a few bills for every silly little stunt. It was easy, somewhat absurd money, but Adrián never complained.

The turning point came when they started paying him to strip. His aunt had casually mentioned once or twice how well endowed the boy was, and those three had needed no more encouragement. The first time, Adrián hesitated. The second time, he was already pulling down his trunks with a smile and showing them his flaccid cock swaying between his thighs while they licked their lips and commented aloud on its size as if he weren’t standing right there.

—That kid’s got one hell of a cock —Carmen had said that second afternoon, tucking the bills into her cleavage—. Look at it hanging even when he’s not hard. It must be fourteen centimeters soft.

—And he keeps it so smooth —Daniela had added, crouching a short distance away, her phone camera aimed directly at the glans—. Not a hair on it. As if he shaved it for us.

—Get hard, handsome —Rebeca had ordered him that day, perfectly calmly, without touching him—. We want to see the real thing.

And Adrián had gotten hard without even needing to touch himself, simply from feeling six eyes fixed on his cock and hearing the cameras buzzing. It swelled until it rose against his navel, thick and tense, the central vein clearly marked and the shiny glans peeking out from beneath the retracted foreskin. The three women applauded. From then on, it became routine.

What perverts. They like watching and they pay for it. I’m more than happy.

He took the fabric off slowly, enjoying the moment, leaving his cock exposed and gripping it in his hand to present it like someone showing off a trophy. He shook it in front of them, wagged it from side to side, jerked it off slowly two or three times to make it even thicker, and then stood still, legs spread, his cock pointing toward the sky. The sisters applauded, made comments, and pretended to be scandalized. Daniela asked him to grab his balls and lift them so she could see them better. Carmen ran her tongue over her lips and sighed loudly. He grew with every look. He thought he was in control.

That afternoon, however, the atmosphere was different. Carmen gestured for him to come over to the table, and the three of them received him with a calm that should have put him on guard. There was an envelope on the wooden tabletop.

—Today we want to offer you something different —Rebeca said, playing with the edge of the envelope—. We’re offering you five hundred euros. All at once.

Adrián’s eyes widened. Five hundred euros was more than he earned in a week at any real job.

—And what do I have to do for five hundred euros? —he asked, already savoring the money.

—Let us kick you —Rebeca replied, as naturally as if she had asked for a soft drink—. Just once. Down there.

The boy looked down at his own crotch. He knew perfectly well how much a blow to that spot hurt. Once, during a match, a ball to the groin had left him doubled over on the ground for ten minutes.

—I don’t know… —he muttered.

—Come on, don’t exaggerate —Daniela cut in, taking a sip from her glass—. We’re three ladies. We’re not strong. It’ll be like a little shove.

Carmen burst out laughing and leaned toward him. Her half-open blouse revealed the beginnings of two large, white breasts, and Adrián’s eyes went to them before he could hide it.

—Besides, there’s a prize —she said, lowering her voice—. If you take the kick, we’ll let you come. On us. On all three of our tits. You can shoot all the load you’ve got inside you over us. How long has it been since you came on a real pair of tits instead of in your hand, champ?

Just imagining it made him rock-hard inside his trunks. He saw himself jerking off over the breasts of all three women, shooting jets over the nipples he had been staring at beneath their bikinis for weeks, marking them with his semen while they opened their mouths. He was young, greedy, and horny. A bad combination.

—All right —he said, trying to sound calm—. But go easy, okay?

—Extremely easy —Rebeca promised, and the other two exchanged a spark he failed to interpret.

***

Carmen and Daniela took out their phones. They wanted to record everything, and Adrián, vain to the very end, thought he was going to look fantastic on camera. He took off his trunks without being asked and stood naked beneath the sun, his cock already half-raised from the mixture of nerves and arousal, his hands on his hips as he challenged them. He shook it once, twice, without the slightest embarrassment, and felt it swell completely, springing against his belly with a dull thud.

—Look at him, what a show-off —Daniela said, filming him from head to toe—. He gets rock-hard just from us recording him. Let’s see if you’re still that cocky afterward.

—His cock is so pretty, the bastard —Carmen murmured, zooming in on the purple glans—. Too bad it won’t stay that way for long.

Rebeca set down her glass, got up, and walked toward him, swaying her hips as if she were on a runway. She stopped one step away. She was barefoot on the hot tiles.

—Spread your legs —she said, and her tone was so deep, so in command of the situation, that Adrián hardened even more despite his fear.

He obeyed. He separated his feet and thrust his pelvis forward with foolish bravado, his cock pointing ahead like a spear, his clean balls hanging between his thighs, offered up for inspection. The three sisters laughed. He laughed with them, nervously.

What Adrián didn’t know, what no one had bothered to tell him, was that Rebeca had practiced karate for fifteen years. She knew exactly where to strike and with precisely how much force.

She took a little running start. Her bare foot rose from the ground in a quick, clean arc, and for an instant the boy felt the air shift against his thighs before the blow landed.

The sound was dry. The scream was high-pitched and extraordinarily long.

Adrián collapsed onto his knees on the tiles, doubled over, both hands clamped between his legs. He couldn’t breathe. Nausea rose from his stomach to his throat. The pain wasn’t a stab; it was a tide spreading through his abdomen, groin, and lower back.

—My God, what a scream! —Carmen exclaimed, laughing her head off without stopping the recording.

All three women were jumping like teenagers, hugging and high-fiving. Rebeca was radiant.

—I’d wanted to know what it felt like my whole life —she said, shaking her foot as if brushing off a speck of dust—. Better than I imagined.

They came over to pat his hunched back, with a mocking tenderness that hurt almost as much as the kick.

—Poor thing —Daniela sang—. Let’s see, let’s see? Move your hands. Let us look.

The three of them pulled his hands away, nearly by force. What they saw made them howl with laughter again. The cock he had bragged about so much had shrunk until it was ridiculous, hidden, frightened, a wrinkled little nub above two swollen, tense balls, red as a pair of tennis balls. The glans, which only minutes earlier had been purple and shiny, barely protruded now, no bigger than a grape.

—Look what happened to it! —Carmen cackled, filming in extreme close-up—. It looks like a toy! His cock’s shrunk until it looks like a ten-year-old boy’s!

—And his balls, look at his balls! —Daniela shrieked—. They’ve turned into two tomatoes! They’re going to explode!

Adrián would have liked to die right there. Not only because of the pain, which was brutal, but because of the humiliation of watching them laugh while he cried on his knees, naked and unable to form a word, his cock reduced to a ridiculous little bump in front of three cameras.

***

It took him quite a while to recover. Daniela brought him an ice pack from the kitchen and pressed it herself against his crotch, lingering longer than necessary, grabbing his testicles through the bag and gently squeezing them to draw fresh moans from him, watching his pained expression with a smile.

—Easy, champ —she told him, circling his shrunken cock with her thumb and forefinger, making a tiny ring that fit around it with room to spare—. You brought this on yourself. Look, look how I can hold your entire cock with two fingers. Before, it wouldn’t fit in my hand, and now there’s room to spare.

When he could finally straighten up, Rebeca handed him the money in fifty-euro bills, counting them one by one in front of his face.

—Five hundred, as promised —she said—. You’re a real professional.

Then she knelt in front of him. She untied the knot of her bikini behind her neck and let the fabric fall, revealing two large, tanned breasts with big, dark nipples hardened by the air. She grabbed them with both hands, pressed them together, offered them to him like a tray, and opened her mouth with theatrical slowness, letting her tongue emerge over her lower lip.

—And here’s your prize —she murmured—. Go on. Give us a good wank. Empty yourself over me. I want to see your balls emptying onto my tits. Nice and milky, champ.

Adrián wanted that more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to get even for the humiliation by filling them, marking them, reclaiming some of his pride. He grabbed his cock with his right hand and tried to jerk it, but the skin barely responded. It was soft, warm, and shrunken over balls that still throbbed with pain. He pulled the foreskin back and forth awkwardly, squeezing hard, spitting into his hand for lubrication, staring desperately at Rebeca’s nipples a few inches from his face, her open mouth, and the other two women’s cameras aimed at him from either side.

Nothing happened.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how angrily he wagged his dead cock, his body wouldn’t respond. His dick remained a soft flap folding between his fingers, without the slightest erection. The pain continued to throb in his testicles, and fear had extinguished any arousal. He was sweating. He clenched his teeth. He closed his eyes. He imagined fucking Rebeca on all fours, coming in Carmen’s mouth, pounding into Daniela’s ass. Nothing. His cock remained dead in his hand.

—I can’t… —he gasped, his voice broken—. Give me a second, I can’t…

—Try sucking yourself off, handsome. Maybe that’ll get it to react —Carmen mocked, changing her angle with the phone.

—Well, well —Rebeca said, looking directly into Carmen’s camera while still holding out her breasts—. Looks like our macho man has gone completely soft. A live cock failure. With two pairs of tits right in front of his face and he can’t get it up. What a pathetic hard-on.

—What a shame —Daniela added, without a trace of pity in her voice—. I think we’ve got the two best moments already: the kick and this. My sister’s nephew’s little dead cock trying to jerk off over her tits and failing. Pure gold.

Rebeca adjusted her bikini very slowly, covering her nipples with cruel deliberation, while Adrián remained in front of her with his hand closed around a flaccid, humiliated member. The three women got up amid laughter and went into the house to prepare another drink, leaving him alone beside the pool, red with shame, five hundred euros in his hand and nothing else.

***

It was right then, in the deepest solitude, that his body decided to come back to life. His erection returned as absurdly as it was inopportunely, rising quickly, swelling in his hand until it was rock-hard, the same size and thickness as always, the central vein throbbing with rage. Stubbornly, Adrián thought he still had time to collect his prize. He stroked his reborn cock a couple of times, shook it to make sure it was properly hard, and followed them into the house, naked, his cock thrust out in front of him, bouncing against his belly with every step.

—I’ve come to finish what… —he began.

His voice died. The living room held more than just the three sisters. His aunt had just arrived and was staring at him from the entrance, eyes wide, fixed on his erect cock.

—Can you tell me what the hell you’re doing naked in my house? —she asked, livid.

—He won’t stop showing it to us! —Carmen shrieked, covering her face with one hand and pretending to be modest, leaving Adrián speechless—. We’ve been asking him all afternoon to get dressed, but he just keeps pulling out his cock and waggling it in front of us!

—That’s not true, they…! —he managed to say.

He didn’t finish the sentence. His aunt crossed the living room in three strides and delivered a kick to his testicles as precise as Rebeca’s. Adrián doubled over again, this time without a shred of compassion surrounding him, his cock deflating in midair, shrinking once more until it disappeared between his thighs. The three sisters watched the scene with identical smiles, delighted by the turn of events.

—If you ever do this again, I swear I’ll cut them off, you horny little bastard! —his aunt shouted—. Get dressed and go upstairs to your room right now! And don’t you ever show my friends your cock again. Do you hear me? Consider yourself warned.

She picked up his trunks from the floor and threw them in his face. Then she turned to the sisters with an apologetic smile.

—Let’s go outside, girls, and enjoy the afternoon. Don’t pay any attention to this horny little kid.

As he climbed the stairs, hunched over and trembling, Adrián felt their mocking eyes fixed on his back. Rebeca was the last to leave. Before she did, she approached him and crouched until she was at his level.

—Do you know why I’d rather have a pussy than a cock? —she whispered, pulling the fabric of her bikini aside for a moment to show him the shaved, pink lips of her sex—. Because mine can’t be broken by a kick. You could kick me there a hundred times and I’d still be able to fuck. Yours, on the other hand… —she brushed his swollen testicles with two fingers, exceedingly gently, and he moaned in pain—. Two fragile little things dangling from a flap of skin, worth five hundred euros per kick and a dead cock for hours. Quite a bargain, really.

She kissed him on the cheek, very close to his mouth, and added in an even lower voice:

—Next time we’ll charge you a thousand to let us crush it under a high heel. Think about it, champ.

She stood up and went out to the patio with her sisters.

Adrián was left alone on the stairs. It would take hours before he could walk properly and weeks to forget the laughter. He had made more money than ever in a single afternoon. In exchange, they had kicked him, filmed him, and humiliated him until they had stripped him of everything he had been so proud of.

And the worst part was that, deep down, he knew he would agree again.