Nerf Gun Punishment

[Tits and Giggles]

While reading Summers’ New Home, Unexpected Experiences, I was inspired to write about a similar experience in my life for my first real post on this site.

The summer after I turned 13 (2016), Anthony basically lived at my house. We were obsessed with NHL on the PS4, playing it nearly endlessly. After a couple of weeks, the games got stale, so we invented stakes to keep it interesting.

The rules were simple at first: the loser got shot with the Nerf Rival gun. One-goal loss? Shirt off, torso shot. Two goals? Underwear on, ass shot. Three? Bare ass. Four or more? Naked, straight to the balls and every extra goal meant an extra shot. We laughed about the extreme stuff as if it’d never happen. Most games were tight; 90% ended with a torso hit or a clothed butt shot, maybe 10% bare. The nuclear option stayed hypothetical until one afternoon.

That one afternoon, I was down with the score being 6-2. I pulled my goalie in the third period, trying to claw back and avoid the worst punishment. But like what happens frequently with a pulled goalie, Anthony scored. Final score: 7-2. Five-goal differential. My stomach dropped as the clock hit 0:00. Anthony cheered and clapped his hands.

I stood up, peeled off my shirt, followed by my shorts and underwear in one swoop. I did this without thinking, as being naked around Anthony was already normal. I kicked everything into a pile, walked to the wall, and pressed my back against the cool paint. Right hand wrapped around my dick, pulling it up flat against my stomach to clear the target. Left hand hovered, ready to protect if needed. Anthony loaded the gun, a red Nerf Rival with black accents, that satisfying click as he cocked it and stepped back about ten feet, grinning like an idiot.

“Ready for your medicine, bro?”

I nodded, bracing. He aimed low, finger tightening, then the door burst open.

Marina, my sister who is two years older than us, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes huge. Time stretched. My left hand snapped down over my balls so fast it slapped my thigh. Right hand stayed locked on my dick like a death grip.

Anthony cracked up. “Dude, move your hand. Five-goal loss, I get two shots. Rules are rules.”

I shook my head, voice gone. She was right there, staring.

He scooped my clothes off the floor, dangling them. “Okay then. Keep covering and stay naked the rest of the night, your call.”

Marina started giggling, soft at first, then building. My face burned. Heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my ears. I couldn’t stay naked all evening, not with Marina around.

Reluctantly, I slid my left hand away, making sure to cover my penis entirely with my right hand.

Thwack.

The first yellow ball nailed my left testicle dead-center. A sharp, stinging jolt like being hit with a rubber band. I gasped, knees buckling a little, but I ensured to keep my right hand in place. Anthony cocked again. “One more.”

I tensed. Thwack. Same exact spot. The pain stacked on, making it much worse than the first shot. My body betrayed me, both hands flew down, cupping, rubbing instinctively to dull the throb.

That’s when Marina lost it, going into full howling laughter.

It hit me: she wasn’t laughing at the shots. She was laughing because I’d just exposed everything. She had already seen my balls, but now I let her see my penis too.

Heat flooded my face, and I wanted to disappear into the carpet. I slapped my hands back over myself, snatched my underwear from Anthony’s dangling hand, and yanked it on so fast I nearly tripped. Shirt and shorts next. My balls were still pulsing, every movement sending fresh aches up my stomach.

Marina finally caught her breath, wiping her eyes. “Pizza tonight. Pepperoni and cheese okay for you two? Or are you too occupied to eat?” She smirked, then ducked out, still chuckling down the hall.

Anthony was already grabbing the controllers again. “Rematch?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, face probably as red as my freshly punished left nut, trying to act normal. We played one more game, and I lost again, but this time only by three goals. I took the punishment knowing it would be easy, as I thought nothing could be worse than the embarrassment I was feeling.

[hightab]

While reading Summers’ New Home, Unexpected Experiences, I was inspired to write about a similar experience in my life for my first real post on this site.

The summer after I turned 13 (2016), Anthony basically lived at my house. We were obsessed with NHL on the PS4, playing it nearly endlessly. After a couple of weeks, the games got stale, so we invented stakes to keep it interesting.

The rules were simple at first: the loser got shot with the Nerf Rival gun. One-goal loss? Shirt off, torso shot. Two goals? Underwear on, ass shot. Three? Bare ass. Four or more? Naked, straight to the balls and every extra goal meant an extra shot. We laughed about the extreme stuff as if it’d never happen. Most games were tight; 90% ended with a torso hit or a clothed butt shot, maybe 10% bare. The nuclear option stayed hypothetical until one afternoon.

That one afternoon, I was down with the score being 6-2. I pulled my goalie in the third period, trying to claw back and avoid the worst punishment. But like what happens frequently with a pulled goalie, Anthony scored. Final score: 7-2. Five-goal differential. My stomach dropped as the clock hit 0:00. Anthony cheered and clapped his hands.

I stood up, peeled off my shirt, followed by my shorts and underwear in one swoop. I did this without thinking, as being naked around Anthony was already normal. I kicked everything into a pile, walked to the wall, and pressed my back against the cool paint. Right hand wrapped around my dick, pulling it up flat against my stomach to clear the target. Left hand hovered, ready to protect if needed. Anthony loaded the gun, a red Nerf Rival with black accents, that satisfying click as he cocked it and stepped back about ten feet, grinning like an idiot.

“Ready for your medicine, bro?”

I nodded, bracing. He aimed low, finger tightening, then the door burst open.

Marina, two years older than us, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes huge. Time stretched. My left hand snapped down over my balls so fast it slapped my thigh. Right hand stayed locked on my dick like a death grip.

Anthony cracked up. “Dude, move your hand. Five-goal loss, I get two shots. Rules are rules.”

I shook my head, voice gone. She was right there, staring.

He scooped my clothes off the floor, dangling them. “Okay then. Keep covering and stay naked the rest of the night, your call.”

Marina started giggling, soft at first, then building. My face burned. Heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my ears. I couldn’t stay naked all evening, not with Marina around.

Reluctantly, I slid my left hand away, making sure to cover my penis entirely with my right hand.

Thwack.

The first yellow ball nailed my left testicle dead-center. A sharp, stinging jolt like being hit with a rubber band. I gasped, knees buckling a little, but I ensured to keep my right hand in place. Anthony cocked again. “One more.”

I tensed. Thwack. Same exact spot. The pain stacked on, making it much worse than the first shot. My body betrayed me, both hands flew down, cupping, rubbing instinctively to dull the throb.

That’s when Marina lost it, going into full howling laughter.

It hit me: she wasn’t laughing at the shots. She was laughing because I’d just exposed everything. She had already seen my balls, but now I let her see my penis too.

Heat flooded my face, and I wanted to disappear into the carpet. I slapped my hands back over myself, snatched my underwear from Anthony’s dangling hand, and yanked it on so fast I nearly tripped. Shirt and shorts next. My balls were still pulsing, every movement sending fresh aches up my stomach.

Marina finally caught her breath, wiping her eyes. “Pizza tonight. Pepperoni and cheese okay for you two? Or are you too occupied to eat?” She smirked, then ducked out, still chuckling down the hall.

Anthony was already grabbing the controllers again. “Rematch?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, face probably as red as my freshly punished left nut, trying to act normal. We played one more game, and I lost again, but this time only by three goals. I took the punishment knowing it would be easy, as I thought nothing could be worse than the embarrassment I was feeling.

What did marina say to you about it the next time she saw you ?
Did she see you again like that ?

[Tits and Giggles]

What did marina say to you about it the next time she saw you ?
Did she see you again like that ?

I don’t remember if it was the next time she saw me but over the next few days she kept using the word exposed and suggested sausage sandwiches for dinner for three nights straight.

She did see me naked two other times that I can remember. I plan on writing about them soon.

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

Heat flooded my face, and I wanted to disappear into the carpet. I slapped my hands back over myself, snatched my underwear from Anthony’s dangling hand, and yanked it on so fast I nearly tripped. Shirt and shorts next. My balls were still pulsing, every movement sending fresh aches up my stomach.

I always appreciate stories where someone makes an unwise agreement and when put in a situation where they need to make good, they reluctantly do.

And good on your friend for making you pay up in the moment and not letting you wait until she left!

[TONI]

Who is Marina, Anthony's sister? You didn't write it in the story.

[Tits and Giggles]

Who is Marina, Anthony's sister? You didn't write it in the story.

Thanks for pointing that out. She is my sister, I just edited the original post.

[Skylar21]

So great that your sister got to see it all. It makes the punishment more exquisite! How long was your sister there watching? I suppose that her subsequent teasing added to the experience.

[Tits and Giggles]

So great that your sister got to see it all. It makes the punishment more exquisite! How long was your sister there watching? I suppose that her subsequent teasing added to the experience.

It was not that long of an experience. Marina was probably only there for a minute to a minute and a half. And she only saw my penis for less than ten seconds.

Her teasing definitely made the embarrassment last longer rubbing salt in the wound anytime she could.