Injured Reserve (F/M)

**Author’s Note:  I do write F/M stories as well, this is the first one I wrote in that genre.  Enjoy!

A football player's indiscretions come back to bite him during a game.

Vicky couldn't believe how lucky she was.  She, a lowly sports management major, had been asked out on a date by the star running back of her college team.  As was well reported in the gossip circles, Beau Benedict only dated the cream of the cheerleading crop.  Beau was essentially the king of that school, setting the record for most touchdowns in a career in his Junior season and representing most of his team's points.  His prospects for the NFL were doubtless, with ESPN talking heads bringing him up regularly as the solution to several professional team's offensive woes.  In addition to his athletic prowess, Beau was also quite a beauty.  With auburn brown hair hanging along the sides of his face, the contrast drew attention immediately to his emerald eyes.  The redness of his full lips showed the color of his lightly tanned skin, stretched over his sharp chin and muscular neck.  The strict regiment of workouts required for his position had given him a sculpted body any classical sculpture would envy.  In the sort of irony that genetics likes to play out, he was also gifted with above-average intelligence, successful in all his classes--even teachers' favorite--without the usual wink of a die-hard teacher willing to fudge the numbers to see State keep winning.

   How Vicky managed this honor was beyond her imagination.  Vicky was by no means unattractive, however.  As a part of her studies, she worked out consistently and had a hard, shapely, and yet feminine body.  She usually kept her blonde hair short and up most of the time, and her tan was developed by consistently working outdoors, rather than from a can or salon.  Her one major self-confidence woe was her breasts.  She always had small pert breasts and despised the fact that couldn't show off any cleavage with low cut clothing.  Watching the cheerleaders bouncing all around in their routines, she was green with envy watching those sweater-contained funbags--fake, she figured--rebounding in opposite motion.  But all that didn't matter, Beau wanted to date her.  Maybe it was her perfect face, or deep eyes, which her former boyfriends always stated as her best assets (at least when talking to her.)  Regardless of the reason, Vicky was carefully preparing herself for the date that night.

The date was magical.  No matter the conversation, from football to video games to Beau's career prospects, Vicky was taken in and hung on every word.  At the conclusion of the evening, Beau suggested he come to her apartment for a drink and to continue talking.  After her heart skipped a beat, she was able to squeak out a breathy 'Yes.'  Neither was actually thirsty nor interested in any sort of discussion.  Immediately, Beau took a dominant role, kissing her hard and undressing her right off the bat.  As each successive part of Vicky's body came into view, it was clear she was a very attractive woman.  A flat, curvaceous midsection tapered to a thinner point just above her hips.  Her long slender legs ran directly into the full cheeks of her buttocks, creating an arrow pointing to the sky.  He felt the silky smoothness of her skin as he hooked his thumbs under the band of her panties and slid them down slowly, kissing her midsection as he did.  Beau realized that she didn't need much to get the motor running after he took in his first look at her pussy.  The lips were swollen and slightly spreading, revealing a sopping-wet and trembling orifice just waiting for him.  Vicky made sure to shave herself before the date, as that seems like what all the cheerleaders do these days.  Despite the current state of arousal, Beau was generous with his foreplay.  His head sunk down to her pussy and his skilled tongue went to work.  Vicky immediately shook in pleasure as the efficient and strong movements of his tongue sent waves through her body.  It wasn't long before all the muscles in her body tensed at once and, moaning, she exploded in an uncontrollable orgasm.  With a confident smile on his face, the fully clothed Beau withdrew and looked down at her naked body.

   

   First, he pulled his polo over his head, providing Vicky with a first rate view of his bulging muscular upper body.  He undid his belt and dropped his jeans, kicking of his shoes in the process.  She noticed that his boxerbriefs jiggled in an attempt to contain the surprises within.  Wasting no time, he dropped them without ceremony, revealing main attraction.  Between his massive thighs sat his semi-hard cock which looked small in comparison to what resided below it, a huge dangling scrotum that contained the biggest balls than she had ever seen.  As it moved in and out her mouth, she estimated his penis at over six inches long--certainly large enough, but not in proportion to the obscene sperm factories which bounced off her chin.  Removing his shimmering cock from her mouth, she put her lips up to his low-hanging scrotum and sucked in, as one and then the other testicle popped into her mouth, nearly filling it.  After closing her red lips around the thin piece of scrotal skin containing the spermatic cords, she rolled the balls around, exploring every part with her tongue as she gently sucked.  

As she continued vigorously working over his cock with her hand and sucking on his balls, he suddenly tensed up.  Spurts of copious amounts of come spurted out of his throbbing cock, landing on her hair and the bed behind her.  As he came, she could feel his nuts pull up and tense with each intense shot of cum.  Beau then pushed her head aside, his nuts flopping out her mouth with a wet pop, and lifted her legs over his hulking shoulders, thrusting his throbbing, still-hard cock to the hilt into her as she gasped.  Following a full evening of fucking, Vicky panted after cumming multiple times (certainly more than with the other lovers she'd had), Beau rolling over to sleep.  When Vicky woke up, Beau was gone, but she still couldn't hide the grin on her face.  She skipped about campus all day long until an assignment altered things in ways she couldn't imagine.

Normally, women weren't allowed into the locker room, but her professor said he'd forgotten some equipment from his office there and asked Vicky to grab them before class.  Vicky stole into the locker room as unobtrusively as possible when she heard a familiar voice echoing down the corridors.  It was Beau.

"I told you it'd only take me one night to bed that sports management major, whatever her name is. . .Jesus she has a tight little pussy, and that sweet heart-shaped ass!  Oh my god."  Beau said to his teammate.

"So does that mean you two are gonna keep going out?"  his teammate responded in honest curiosity.

"Hell no, she has the tiniest little tits I've ever seen.  Besides, I have my reputation to think of, can't be caught dating some booster" Beau responded snidely.  "In any case, I'm still fucking Charlotte from the cheerleaders regularly anyways.  Now she's got tits."

"You are a cold son of a bitch, Beau," his teammate stated with a laugh, shaking his head.

Vicky steamed with rage as she comprehended the reality of the situation.  Sure it seemed too good to be true, but she didn't imagine Beau could be that low or self-absorbed.  She felt a conflicted emotion combining rage and shame, and angrily stormed out of the locker room and back to class.  Unfortunately, she really couldn't think of anything she could do to resolve the situation.  Talking to Beau would hurt more, and attacking the large athlete would be a near impossibility.  Vicky dropped her head into her hands, distracted from her class by the torturous thoughts dancing in her head.  She finally realized the best decision was to just move on and put it behind her--to be the better person, as it were.

Later that semester, Vicky had done her best to keep it out of her mind, but she couldn't be in the same room with Beau for any length of time.  Likewise, her dating life suffered severely, as she couldn't give the slightest trust to even the most sincere boy seeking her affections.  Football season was in full swing, and a few games into the season State played one of their biggest rival in a much anticipated home game.

The quarterback rolled left along with most of the offensive line and blocking scheme moving with him.  As the quarterback heaved the ball to Beau, the back rounded the corner only to run straight into the shoulder pad of the hard-hitting opposing safety--ACC defensive player of the year last season--streaking full speed from upfield to deliver the hit.  The blow sent his helmet shooting backwards, unfortunately his brain remained on its current course until contacting the inside of his skull.  As he fell backwards, eyes glassed over, the ball slipped from his hands, ensuing a scrum of both his own teammates and the entire opposing defense.  Inside the scrum, brutal hands and fingers poked and prodded and scratched at every player unfortunate to be on the bottom of the pile, as the ball squirted harmlessly out the other end, only to be immediately recovered by a lumbering defensive lineman.  As the officials pulled the players apart, Beau remained on the bottom, unmoving.  The medical staff rushed onto the field, including Vicky as part of her major, as time was called to deal with the injured player.

"What the hell are they doing running a stretch play deep in their own territory on third-and-long anyways?  That was a serious coaching mistake, and it may have cost them their star running back." the radio announcer stated in exasperation.

Beau, was secured onto a stretcher and carted away into the locker room as the game continued, with a notably subdued crowd.  Once in the locker room, the team doctors suggested setting up an MRI to check the damage after preliminary tests pointed to a concussion.  As the doctors and the other assistants went to go set up the machines and prepare for more tests, they left Beau secured in his stretcher on a table to rest.  In the hustle and bustle, no one noticed that Vicky had not joined them in the other rooms.  She stood over his unmoving body, glaring and shaking in anger.  After sitting still for a while, she approached him in looked him over in his football gear.  The tight football pants and athletic supporter he wore couldn't contain the size of his manhood.  Her baser emotions took hold of her as she slapped his crotch as hard as she could, feeling the soft flesh below compress as a subconscious groan escaped Beau's lips.  As a running back, Beau never wore a cup because it restricted his movement too much.  She slid her hands under the football pants and the elastic band of his jockstrap and pulled them down a foot or so, allowing his bound genitalia to spring free.  Brushing aside his flaccid dick, she ruthlessly took both of his hulking testicles into her hands, one hand groping each.  Each ball was the size of the eggs she purchased at the store and the loose sac allowed her to move them around freely.  As she roughly handled them, she felt the right nut turn around 90 degrees.

A sinister thought popped into her head, remembering her lessons on common male athletic injuries, as she likewise turned the left ball with ease.  She released the left testicle and sent both hands to his right nut, turning it repeatedly in the same direction.  Steadily, the turning became more difficult, but her resolved remained strong.  When she could not longer turn the nut effectively, she yanked it hard with both hands, eliciting a crunching sound like cartilage breaking.  At this time she realized her panties had become soaked from the excitement.  Immediately, she went on to his remaining testicle, repeating the process exactly.  After turning this ball even more, she leaned back and threw all her weight into yanking it back, yielding the same crunch and a little more slack.  Holding the warm egg-sized nuts in her hand, she was startled to hear the returning voices of the team doctors and carefully placed his bloated and discolored testicles back into the jockstrap, pulling up his pants, completing a process that only took less than a minute.  Just as the doctors rounded the corner, she ducked into the adjoining supply closet, leaving the door slightly ajar.  She stifled any noise as she reached into her panties and ferociously rubbed her clit.

"Alright, let's get him into the MRI, should take about an hour," said one doctor to the others.

As the doctors wheeled him out of the room down the hallway, she timed her uncontrollable moans with the slamming of the door.  She could no longer contain herself as she thought about his twisted and damaged testicles dying on the vine for an hour while they scanned his head.  A few hour later, she had calmed herself, cleaned up, and returned unnoticed to the throng of training staff.  Beau had returned to consciousness after the MRI had confirmed a serious concussion and began drowsily complaining about pains in his stomach and groin.  When the doctor lowered the boy's pants to examine the problem, everyone in the room gasped in horror, the doctor himself having to choke down some vomit.

"There seems to be. . .a double testicular torsion.  I've never seen a case like this. . .we have to get him to a hospital now."  The doctor stammered out.

Vicky slipped away into the supply closet once more and was shuddering and moaning in orgasmic pleasure in no time at all.  Unfortunately for Beau, this diagnosis had been made about two hours too late, as the doctors were forced to perform a double orchiectomy to prevent the infection of the necrotic tissue in his large testicles.  Beau became a stranger to the campus after Charlotte dumped him, only occasionally seen hobbling to his classes with his head down.  After this cathartic event, Vicky's faith in mankind and humanity was returned.  She strutted about campus with a spring in her step once more, and decided to accept the date offered by the new State wrestling champion, a sure boost to her self-esteem and her social standing.  Whenever she bounced up and down on Bill's rock hard cock, she would reach down and grasp his testicles, lovingly massaging them as she recalled Beau's massive nuts quivering in her hands, begging for life.  If she was ever feeling down, she would just imagine the football star's perfect muscular body, rippling and bulging with a loose, empty sack slung below his flaccid cock, and she'd immediately felt better.

"Turning once more to the world of college sports, State's star running back Beau Benedict has been placed on the injured reserve and will be out for the season.  The coaching staff attributes this to the concussion we all saw on-field last weekend during the game along with a severe groin injury, which they did not elaborate on further.  How this injury has affected Beau's draft desirability remains to be seen as NFL scouts..."