Happy new year

“Do you think this makes us losers? Two single friends, spending New Year’s together in a living room?” Mason was slouched against the couch, looking defeated. 

Shasta raised her eyebrows and looked back at her friend. “Damn, Mason. That’s harsh. I hadn’t thought of it like that. Losers? Is that how you think of us?”

He laughed grimly and took a sip from his glass. In the distance, they could hear the sound of fireworks shooting off. 

“What?” Mason continued, raising his eyebrows.  “Everyone else we know has it good – kissing at midnight, going out as a couple, blah blah blah. And here we are, just the two of us. Doing nothing. Isn’t that, like, the definition of losers?”

“We’re not doing nothing. We’ve got. . . well, we’ve got card games!” Shasta knew how lame it was as she said it. Maybe Mason was right, and they needed to spice up the last evening of the year. It was a special occasion! 

Shasta moved from where she was sitting on the floor, putting the deck of Uno cards back in their box, to seated right beside Mason on the couch. She didn’t know what it was, but he looked different tonight. They had been long-time friends, purely platonic, but suddenly she realized how chiseled his facial features were. He was handsome, with high cheekbones and that perfectly cut-out jaw. She loved the tiny amount of scruff he had on him.  

Shasta cleared her throat. She could not have sex with him. That would just mess it all up. They had a good thing going, a solid friendship! But perhaps they could have some fun. She looked Mason in the eye, and he seemed to catch onto the spark in hers.

“What?” Mason said slowly. His heart began to pound harder in his chest.

Shasta bit down on her lower lip. “I had an idea, something we could try. It is a special night, after all.”

And that was how he found himself completely naked and reclined on the couch, with Shasta’s hands roughly kneading his balls. He couldn’t believe he had forgot about confessing his ball-busting fetish to her a few months back, and he was in even more disbelief that she was indulging him like this. He was blindsided, but in the best way possible. 

“Talk about spicing up New Year’s!” Shasta said happily, watching as her long-time friend groaned and gasped at every rough pull of her fingers. She was not going easy on him, and Mason was lapping up every second of the pain mingled with pleasure. She pulled at the thin, sensitive skin, stretching it out like putty before mashing it back in. 

“And you said we were losers.” Shasta said, winking at him. 

Mason managed to get out a choked laugh before Shasta was back at it again, this time unleashing a series of hard, stinging slaps against Mason’s throbbing balls. Every time she slapped him, it was more intense than the last, making Mason’s cries get louder and louder. He was grateful they were at his family’s empty cabin for the holiday, and not in his tiny apartment where his neighbors could hear him. He didn’t think he could control his volume even if he wanted to. 

“We should have been doing this sooner!” said Shasta, taking delight in how much pain she was causing her friend, and knowing he was enjoying every torturous second. She meant it, too. She couldn’t believe how much fun this was for her, and how much she liked making Mason come undone like this. 

Mason was dizzy. He had to admit he had fantasized about doing this with Shasta before, but never thought she’d be into it. A lot of women didn’t want to indulge him. Besides, he and Shasta - they were strictly friends. And now here she was, taking each of his balls in her hands and –

“AHHHH, HOLY SHIT!” Mason yelped, sitting up from the couch, his body reflexively jerking from the pain. 

His eyes looked into Shasta’s, and she noticed his forehead was now covered in a thin layer of sweat. His chest was heaving up and down. 

“You love it, don’t you?” Shasta said coyly, digging her fingers into each of his throbbing nuts. “Go on, let me hear how much you love it. Is it the best New Year’s celebration you’ve ever had?”

Mason grimaced. “Ahhh, FUCK, yes! Yes! It’s the best!”

Shasta giggled. Her fingers pressed hard into her friend’s balls like they were stress toys, as his eyes grew wider and wider. His mouth kept opening and closing. Mason was loving this. He loved the sharp, intense waves of pain and the way they melted away into pure arousal, only to come back around again, making his eyes water.

“Hmmm. . . stand up for me,” Shasta said, as though an idea had just struck her.

Mason surveyed her nervously. “W-why?”

But he did as she asked, secretly excited to see what she had in mind.

“Just do it.” Shasta was already gearing up. “Are you ready?”

Mason looked at her eyes, noticing there was a spark there that he hadn’t seen all evening. Could it be that Shasta was enjoying this just as much as he was? This thrilled Mason even more.

Suddenly, she swung her leg upwards so that her foot connected with Mason’s balls, hard and swift. He immediately keeled over, clutching his sore, throbbing crotch, crying out in pain.

“Holy shit!” he moaned, the pain red hot. But his heart was racing from not just the adrenaline, but from sheer pleasure. This sure beat his original plan for the night, of champagne and video games.

Shasta didn’t give him any breaks. She laughed and motioned with her hand – “stand up! Come on, don’t quit on me now! I’ve got more.”

Mason loved hearing this devilish, teasing side to her that he hadn’t heard before. He managed to straighten up, and as soon as he did, Shasta was laying into him again with her kicks. Every blow from her toes sent a shock wave of pain coursing through him, but he managed to stay standing for three more rounds. The pain had radiated out from his balls and was surging through him in big waves. His head was spinning. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take!

“Fuckkkkk!” he cried out, collapsing onto the ground. He rolled around pathetically, his hands reaching down to gently massage his poor nuts. They were nearly numb at this point. Rubbing them was painful but also helped them to regain feeling. 

Shasta looked down at him and smiled, before dropping to the floor where he lay. She watched him massage his balls, while his cock stood erect. It had surprised her how big he was.

“Okay, okay. Are you admitting defeat?” she asked, smirking at him as she straddled his body. She didn’t do so lightly, sitting all of her weight on him at one time. 

Mason groaned and took a sharp inhale. “Ah – shit – yes! Yes, Shasta. Goddamn. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Shasta laughed. She moved down so that she was in between Mason’s legs and lowered her face to his cock. She shocked the hell out of Mason as she began to take his hard length into her mouth. While she did so, her hands gave his balls a few last hard squeezes, making Mason wince in pain, before settling into a circular, massaging motion. Mason sighed pleasantly, relaxing as his friend’s tongue wrapped around his shaft. 

“Mmmm,” she moaned, her lips vibrating as she bobbed her head up and down.

Mason couldn’t believe this holiday had taken such a turn, with the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and a surprise ending. He looked down to watch Shasta get more and more into sucking his cock, her hands never leaving his tender balls. The combination was incredible.

It was nearly midnight by the time Shasta took Mason’s load of cum down her throat. It was thick and warm, and there seemed to be so much of it.

She loved hearing his moans as he came and feeling the way his legs tensed and trembled. She shifted her eyes up to watch his facial expressions, the overhead light catching the outline of his cheekbone. The more she looked at him, the more she realized she had practiced great restraint in not fucking this man a long time ago. Maybe next year. . .

Shasta sat up and licked her lips. He even tasted good. She looked at Mason, wanting him to speak first.

“I, uh, I think the ball’s about to drop.” He looked at his Apple watch. He cleared his throat, finally making eye contact with Shasta.

Shasta broke out in a fit of loud, sudden laughter. “Oh, that phrase couldn’t be better timed.”

Mason’s cheeks somehow flushed even redder than they already were. Then he laughed.

“Come here.” His voice was low and husky. 

Ten long, heart-racing seconds later, Shasta and Mason were pressed up against each other in a deep kiss, as somewhere far away, the fireworks kept going.