Clyde was sweating in the summer sun, practicing his grinds on the skate park's metal rail. He couldn't concentrate, though. Every time he looked up, Zoe was fucking skating by, her skates clicking and clacking against the concrete, making his heart thump in his chest

Zoe was a bitch, yeah, but she was also a total goddess. Slim, toned, mixed race, with long curly black hair and tanned skin that glowed in the sunlight. Clyde had been crushing on her since he first saw her at the skate park months ago. She was a fucking rollerblader, of all things, but she was amazing at it. One of the other guys told him she was a derby racer, a tough as nails babe who could dish out punishing shots, and soak them up too.

Her caramel coloured legs were long, her calves and quads bristling like iron cords each time she skated past, her round ass barely covered by her cut off jeans. Her nipples poked through her thin t-shirt, despite the heat, probably the feeling of the material rubbing against them as she carved across the concrete.

Clyde tried not to stare, but it was hard. Zoe had this way of moving that was so fucking mesmerizing, he felt like he was in a trance every time she skated by.

"Watch out, dork!" Zoe yelled, snapping Clyde out of his trance. He was staring right at her, as he rolled towards the rail. Fuck. She was still looking at him, he would need to pull off something cool if he was going to impress her.

He ollied up onto the rail, landing on the front truck in a sweet nose slide. He looked over his shoulder, his shirt flapping in the breeze. Was she still looking?

He couldn't see her, but felt himself losing his balance. He’d fucked up, someone must have just waxed the rail, the speed was all wrong, his board got away from him, clattered to the floor. He fell, one chunky DC sneaker on either side of the rail. He looked down, saw the metal pole accelerating up between the legs of his jeans.

CLANG!

The unforgiving steel took no prisoners when Clyde's balls slammed into it. It was like being hit in the nuts by a baseball bat. He slid slowly off the rail, squealing loudly as he curled into a ball.

Zoe skated over, laughing her ass off. "What a fucking pussy," she said, shaking her head. "That was real weak Clyde."

Clyde blushed with embarrassment, his eyes tearing up. He desperately wanted to stuff his hands down his tight jeans, check his balls for damage, but he didn't want to look even lamer in front of Zoe. He wanted to look tough for Zoe, until just now he hadn't even known she knew his name. He forced his hands away from his manhood, pushing himself to his feet while his crotch throbbed and ached. He tried to act cool.

“I'm… I'm fine…” he squeaked.

Zoe just laughed again and skated away. Clyde watched her go, watching her tight ass sway and feeling like shit. He wondered if she was right, he'd always been extra sensitive down there. He knew girls like Zoe didn't worry about that kind of thing, they were too busy kicking ass, never worrying about their most sacred organs swinging between their legs like low hanging fruit.

Clyde tried to shake it off and get back to skating, but his nuts were still killing him. He could feel them swelling up, filling the tight crotch of his skinny blue jeans. He grabbed his board and managed a few laps of the park, just cruising the banks and bowls. He came out of the big bowl and almost choked, Zoe was skating right at him. His wheels hit a crack in the concrete and fell, tumbling across the unforgiving ground and rolling to a stop a few yards from his board. He was sitting on his ass, his legs spread.

He looked up, hoping Zoe hadn't noticed, but knowing she had. Even worse she was skating right at him. At first Clyde thought she was coming to ridicule him again, but then noticed she was acting as if he wasn't even there. Her lead skate rolled right between his legs, her body so close he could almost smell it. He tried to close his legs, but it was too late. The hard plastic wheels collided with his swollen bulge, the thin denim offering little protection. It was like a couple of watermelons being hit by a steamroller.

CRUNCH!

"Oops!”

Clyde managed to look up before the agony set in. Her long legs were inches away, he could see every drop of sweat. Her denim clad crotch right in his face, he could smell her arousal, rich and musky. Fuck, she was enjoying this. The pain hit him like a freight train, mixing with the humiliation.

“Ouch, sorry about that Clyde.” Zoe giggled, her tanned hands clutching her denim mound as she mocked his plight. Even through the pain, he couldn't ignore how sexual it was, to see his crush clutching her tight little crotch, delighting in his weakness. He knew she would never feel his pain, never understand how truly emasculated he felt. He groaned as she withdrew her rollerskate from his crotch, allowing his tortured nuts to regain some of their original shape.

Clyde was humiliated. He wanted to slink away and ice his battered balls. He wondered if he should just give up, but something inside him wouldn't let him. He noticed Zoe was looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes sparkling. He realized she wanted to see how tough he was, if he was a man, or just a little bitch like most of the guys she met here. He had to prove to Zoe, and to himself, that he wasn't a weakling. He groaned again, his swollen balls churning as he forced himself to his feet.

He hopped on his board, tried to ignore the agony. Every push made his balls rub together, made his eyes watering. He gathered up every ounce of courage as he dropped into the bowl, swept past Zoe.

“Hey Zoe,” he called, his voice breaking with mock bravado, “watch this!”

He ollied out the other side of the bowl, landed on the rail that ringed the bowl, aiming to pull off a flawless frontside grind.

CRACK!

And then, it happened. Clyde's worn out board broke in half, the jagged wooden edges catapulting up between his legs and skewering his swollen bulge.

SQUICK!

"Oh fuck my balls!" Clyde yelled, grabbing his nuts and falling to the ground. Blood seeped through a ragged tear in his pants and into his palms as the crotch of his skinny jeans darkened under his grasping hands. "My balls Zoe, my balls!"

"Shit, Clyde!” Zoe skidded to a stop in front of him, sweat dripping from her pretty face as she stared open mouthed at him, watching as he clutched desperately at his torn pants and shattered testicles.

“Please, call my mom.” Clyde begged, blood seeping between his fingers as his manhood leaked onto the concrete.

“Mommy can't help you Clyde.” Zoe giggled, the crotch of her shorts darkening with arousal while Clyde’s darkened with gore. “I always knew you were a little bitch, but I am sorry about your nuts.”

“Please,” Clyde pleaded, his fingers tight around his mangled manhood, “help me.”

“Sorry Clyde.” Zoe said, a thin sneer splitting her gorgeous face, “I don't have time for guys that don't have the balls to keep up with me.”

Clyde curled into the foetal position, his hands clasped between his skinny thighs as he squealed, a high feminine cry of anguish. Despite his best efforts, the squishy mess beneath his fingers spilled slowly onto the sunbaked concrete.

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