Over E Industries is the leading clothing company on the east coast, specializing in women’s clothing. CEO Ms. Marla Maxford, a divorced and bitter woman who is in control of everything in her company as well as everyone’s life. Her Assistant Amy Nelmar is in awe of Marla and all of her power. Marla started this company two years ago and is delighted with the success of her business. With new orders being processed every day they are looking to hire a brand new employee to help them with added volume.
"We have seen a million applicants today and not one person has any potential,” Amy said to Marla in despair.
"Not to worry, we will, if it kills me,” Just then a young man walked in the front door all dressed up in a perfect suit and tie, ready to impress. "Hello, my name is Tom and I am applying for the Administrative position,” Marla and Amy both knew that they never thought of hiring a man to work in her company, but they were desperate and decided to test him out.
"Come right in, I am Marla, CEO of Over E and this is my assistant Amy. Won't you have a seat?" Tom took a seat across from Marla and Amy in the empty waiting room. Tom was nervous as he was just fresh out of college and looking to put his degree in business to use. After a series of questions and forms Tom was hired. Tom was to report to work that Monday for his first day.
As always Marla and Amy rode in together as they lived in the same development. They were both looking forward to today as they had a new employee to boss around, especially that this would take the slack off of Amy. Marla can be very tough at times and that is no news to Amy.
"Let's see if he even shows up on time, ha, Men, they just can't be trusted,” When they pulled into the parking lot, there was Tom at the front door waiting to get to work. Marla was very pleased with this, and proceeded to enter the office with Amy at her side.
"Good Morning Tom, Are you ready?" Marla questioned
"Yes, Ms. Maxford, I have been looking forward to this all weekend," Tom replied
"Great!" With that she shut the office door behind her and showed Tom where he will be working. "Tom, this will be your desk out here, My office is to your left and Amy's is to the right, If you should need us just buzz us on this phone by pressing 1 for Me and 2 for Amy, Ok?"
"That is not a problem" Tom answered proudly.
"Now, I will be in my office doing some reports, Amy here will be showing the ropes; have fun.” Marla left the two alone to get to training.
Four hours had passed and Amy and Tom were still training. Amy was very happy with Tom's performance as he was catching on very quickly.
"Wow, this is great. You are really getting it. Since you know the expense reports really well, I will let you finish this stack here and when you’re done just buzz me as I have to take care of these shipment reports. You think you got it?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, I should be okay,” Tom confirmed. Amy left Tom to his tasks.
As soon as Amy was in her office she logged onto her email and advised Marla how it went. Now that is was confirmed he is a keeper. It was time to move on to the employee handbook. Marla always wanted her company to be all female so she decided if we do have men working here, they will have to obey by certain rules. -Beep- Tom's phone rang out. The light for button one was flashing,
"Yes, Ms. Maxford, what can I do for you?" "Tom, please come in my office, now,” With that Tom hung up and proceeded into her office.
"Please sit", Marla ordered. "Tom, I want you to know that I always thought of Over E Industries as an all female environment, so with the addition of you here, it dampened my dream. Amy has told me how well you are doing here and I really wanna keep you on board. So I hope that you -"
Tom interjected. "Ms. Maxford, I am sorry to interrupt you, but I would really like to stay with this company for as long as you would like to keep me, I enjoy you and Amy very much. So I will be more than happy to do whatever it is I need to stay on board, even though I will be the only man around here,” Tom smiled.
"Well I am glad you said that, because I was just going to give you the Male Employee handbook. There is a video I will need you to watch as well,” Marla pointed at the wall behind him as she reached in her drawer to grab the remote.
"Uh, Male handbook? Well, okay, sure, no problem. I will read it over after the video,” Tom was a little hesitant now as not sure what was going to happen. He was in for a very rude awakening.
Tom looked at the TV and saw the black screen change to Blue with White letters spelling out "Over E Industries" then to more letters saying "Better Than Testies". At that moment Tom gulped as he kinda put two and two together. The video began to play. There was a man in a suit and tie and a woman in a power suit; they were both standing in what appeared to be a break room. The man in the video was making a cup of coffee while the woman behind him brought her leg fully back and slammed her foot right into the man's groin without him knowing.
"Ummmph. Oh... Oh my balls!" screamed out the man on the video tape while at the same time Tom coughed as he knew what that must have felt like with eyes wide open. Just then the screen went to black. Marla had shut off the tape.
"Tom, basically I want you to know that around here, you are worthless. And in this company, when you are in this building (she reached down into Tom's crotch) these belong to ME!" Tom jumped up with her hand to relieve the force that she had on his testicles. "Do you understand me?" she asked.
Trying to get the words out Tom replied, "Ye-- Ye - Yes, Ms. Mah- Maxford,”
Marla then figured that was too professional for him. "From now on you will call me Ms. Marla and you will refer to Amy as Ms. Amy. Got that?" "
Yes Ms. Marla,” she released her firm grip on his nuts. "Now as far as business attire, when you come into this building I want you to wear these...(she went to her desk and pulled out of the bottom draw a pair of white classic briefs with a Red Bull’s-eye on the front of them)...You may change here and now,”
Without any questions Tom starting removing his clothing as he was afraid of his nuts being in danger. While Tom was undressing Amy walked in and was shocked and excited to see this young buck, fully nude in front of her. Amy always dreamed about having a man to abuse and to have in her control ever since hearing Marla's stories about what she used to do to her ex-husband. Amy was delighted at the view she taking in but played it cool.
"Oh I see Amy has joined us," Marla exclaimed. "Amy, would you be a doll and tell Tom here about what the bull’s-eye means,” Marla stated. At this point Tom is standing in front of the two women in his new work uniform. Tom didn't need an explanation to what it meant; he just knew to keep his mouth shut.
"Why sure Marla, I would believe that the red bull’s-eye indicates where we will be reprimanding you if you get out of line, Tommy!" Amy giggled out the sentence. Tom just kept his head down, he never felt this powerless before.
"Why don't we try it out and see what happens, hmm?" Marla suggested.
"Yeah, CEO goes first" Amy chimed in. Tom looked up and saw Marla's leg come flying toward him and hit him square in the nuts, just as marked on his underwear.
"UGHHHHH! Oh, O, Oh, My Nuts... Oh My god, Uh, Uh" Tom screamed out.
Marla came over to Tom who was bent over in pain and grabbed both his arms interlocking with hers and advised everyone, "Now, Now, It’s Amy's Turn". With that said Amy looked Tom right in the eyes and took her left leg and side kicked his balls and kept her foot in place as he fell to the floor. Tom lay there writhing in pain holding on to his nuts waiting for the pain to stop.
"Well, it’s lunchtime, we will be back. Tom, come on get up, remember you only get a half hour for lunch", Marla said as both women laughed their way out of the office.
Tom couldn't believe what just happened. Is this how he would be spending his days at work? He figured he better get out of there, he just couldn't get up. When Tom finally got up off the floor, the phone was ringing. It was his cell.
"Oh good Tom, you’re still there. We are on our way back to the office, make sure those expense reports are finished or you know what will happen," Marla advised Tom with a hint of laughter. Tom had finished the reports before he was called into Marla's office so he knew he wouldn't get into trouble. This was the best paying job he ever had, so what were a few kicks every now and then? And besides he secretly always wanted a girl to rack him in the nuts and now he had two of them doing it. Tom took his seat at the front desk awaiting the women to return from lunch.
About ten minutes later, Amy walked in the door and came over to Tom's desk and looked him over. She was going to enjoy having him as a new employee. "Marla is parking the car, so do you have the reports?" Amy asked.
"Yes I do, Ms. Amy, they are right here," Tom said as he handed her the reports.
"I will look them over and let you know how you did,” Amy went to her office and Marla walked in looking at Tom.
"Listen, I have to take a conference call with TeXTicle Industries and I will need you in my office, so come on,” Tom followed her into her office and awaited further direction. Marla closed her door and, without any time for Tom to prepare, Marla's hand went flying into Tom's balls. She grabbed them hard, squeezing them between her fingers through his briefs.
"Ah, Ah, Ms. Mah-rla…” Tom tried to get out.
"Shh, Tom, I need you under me while I take this call," Marla directed as she landed Tom to the floor by his balls. She put Tom right under her desk so while she took the call she could smash her foot right into his poor little nuggets. See, TeXTicle Industries has always overpriced Marla for her fabrics, because she’s a woman, so she feels anyway. This is something she has just come to deal with and every time she has to deal with them it stresses her out. Well not anymore, now that she has Tom.
"TeXTicle Conference Call... Now transferring" the automated male voice on the phone was already pissing Marla off as she started grinding her heel into Tom's plums under her desk. Tom was trying not to moan but couldn't help it.
"Marla, how are you today?" a man asked her over the phone. "I am good, Bob, Look, cut the crap. How much this week?" Marla demanded. Bob was always ripping her off, well after all it was her ex husband.
"Well, you have a pretty big order... We calculate about $6,000,” When Marla heard that price her foot went flying up off Tom's balls and came flying back down, crushing his nuts between her shoe and the floor. Tom let out a giant gasp and rolled over to the corner under her desk. He was in so much pain; he was dead to the world, well for the minute. The next thing he knew he heard a giant slam above him and he was being pulled out from under the desk by his ankles. Marla had gotten so mad at Bob from TeXTicle that she hung up on him and was so enraged that she needed a pair of balls. With Tom spread eagled by Marla's grips on his ankles, she drove her foot into his balls, one stomp after the other, stomping on his nuts, placing her foot right on the red bull’s-eye.
Again and again and again, with every smash and stomp, Tom lost his breath and started to cry out. "Please stop, Ms. Marla, please stop.” Marla just kept pulverizing his nuts. She imagined it was Bob's nuts. With one final blow to his balls, she dropped his ankles and his legs fell to the floor with Tom rolling over grabbing his nuts and turning onto his stomach to try to hide his broken manmeat. That only made Marla angrier.
She grabbed the back of his underwear and pulled them off of him, Tom couldn't try to fight it because of the pain in his nuts he didn't know where to keep his hands. Should he let go of his aching orbs and try to hold on to his only protection, a pair of briefs. Before he knew it he was laying there on the floor naked. At that moment Amy walked into Marla’s office
"What is going on?" she asked.
"$6,000 this week, those bastards! I wish I could just rip his balls off!" Marla explained angrily. Over hearing that, Tom was worried about his balls. He didn't wanna lose them but he had a bad feeling what was gonna happen.
"Well Marla, I am sure we can work something out, let me call them,” Amy left the room to make the call from her office.
"Sorry I had to take that out on your poor nuts Tom, but I really feel relaxed, so it was all worth it, don't you agree?" Marla said to Tom as he lied there holding his nuts.
He knew what to say to help the situation out even though it killed him inside. "Well they are your balls Ms. Marla, you may use them as you may," he whimpered out.
"Good. You’re gonna work out just fine here,” Marla said to Tom as she was getting ready to leave the room standing over Tom.
"UGH! Nooooo!" Tom screamed out as Marla stomped on his aching balls right before walking out of the room to check on Amy. Tom just stayed on the floor in pain clutching his nuts, waiting for the pain to subside.
"Ok, great, thanks Bob,” Amy said as she looked over to Marla.
"Well what happened?" Amy hung up the phone as Marla is waiting for her response.
"Well, Bob is gonna cut us a deal, $3,335 this week and next week free if I flash him, so I said I would,”
"What!" Marla was outraged that Amy would even consider it.
"Don't worry Marla, I will kick him in the balls right before I open my blouse; he will never see it coming. Then when he is down on the floor, I will smash those nuts of his and make him give us all of our orders for free," Amy explained.
"I am so proud of you, I trained you well, but you will have to practice, I mean you have only hit Tom in the balls, right?" Marla was concerned as Amy was new to busting men’s balls.
"Yeah, I always wanted to destroy a man how you do so well,” Amy confessed.
"Let's go Amy; we just happen to have one at our fingertips for you to train on," Marla said as she grabbed Amy by the wrist and dragged her in anticipation into her office. Tom was still on the floor unable to move.
"Tom, how are our balls, dear?" Amy asked, pretending like she cared.
"Your balls! You mean, uh... Uh, yeah, your balls are a little sore. I don't think they can take much more,” he said hoping they would stop.
"I guess we will just have to pop them,” Amy suggested. Tom’s face went pale when he heard her say that, fortunately for him Marla disagreed.
"Amy, we only pop balls when he leaves our company, you know that…”
"Right, I was just being funny; I wanted to see Tom’s face.” Both women laughed.
"Now, Tom, we will need you to stand up so we can have Amy here, practice her kicks for her meeting with TeXTicle next week," Marla advised. It took Tom a minute to get to his feet. His balls were red and so sore but he knew he would have to do what they say or it would only be more horrible then what he was going through now.
"Ok, Tom, please put your work uniform back on as during the meeting those fucking bastards will be wearing clothes. This will be a help to Amy,” Marla explained. Amy was getting very wet with the thoughts of her finally taking over a man. All day whenever she saw Tom and his tight balls so snug in those briefs, she wanted to just smash them so hard and now she was actually gonna get to crush them.
"Ok, Ms. Amy, I am ready for your kicks,” Tom said with his head held down to the floor bracing for impact.
"Remember, its all in the kick, when you kick him in the nuts you want him to fall to the ground," Marla coached Amy through her kick. "That’s it, bring your leg back and SNAP!"
Tom let out a sigh of air as he though she would have kicked him from Marla's advice but it seemed Amy was just prepping as she would bring her leg back and get so close to his balls she would stop impact. Tom couldn't wait for Amy to rack him in the nuts, once and for all.
"Here goes!" Amy exclaimed as she used all her might in her body to make that foot make contact with Tom's balls. WHOOSH! In what was like slow motion Tom heard her leg coming through the air finally crashing into his family jewels.
"ACHHH-- Ah—Oh!" went Tom. Her foot stayed on his balls and lifted him off the ground. Tom’s world went black; everything was a blur around him as he fell to the ground in tears.
"I did it! I nailed him!" Amy proudly shouted out all happily. Marla congratulated her.
"Oh my, look at the time it is 5:00 pm, where did the day go? You ready Amy?" Marla said.
"Yeah let’s go. I am tired from today. What a great way to start off the week,” Amy announced. Both women looked at Tom as he lay helpless on the floor.
"Goodnight Tom," both women said.
"Great first day! See ya tomorrow,” Marla told Tom as she shut off the lights and closed the office with Tom still just laying there. Hours later, Tom finally awoke, crawling on the floor till he found a wall to balance himself up. He felt his balls and they were so swollen, he knew he had to get home and put some ice on his balls. When he got out to his desk there was a note with a key that read:
Here is a key to the office, you surely earned it today. Bring us two coffees tomorrow, both dark, and some bagels too. Also, we would like you to bring in all of your underwear so we can tag them accordingly. We would hate for you to run out of uniforms since we only had one on hand. Go home and rest our balls. We will see them tomorrow.
Ms. Marla & Ms. Amy
Tom knew that his new job had definitely changed his life... and it was only the first day.
That night Tom looked over his "Male Employee Handbook" while intermittently placing an ice pack on his swollen nuts. He could not believe what he was reading... As arousing as it was for him, he was still nervous for his poor balls. He went through so much today he could only imagine what was in store for him tomorrow. The pain in his balls finally subsided and it was going on 10pm. He knew he’d better get to bed or he would never get up on time and be late for work, and the handbook clearly states for every minute a man is late, that is how many kicks he will receive.
The next morning, Tom awoke at 6:45 am. He was very excited because he knew he would be on time. He got all his underwear out of his top dresser drawer so that Ms. Marla and Ms. Amy could tag them. He wore his work uniform under his suit so he wouldn't have to change in front of them again and he headed out the door.
It was 7:22 am and he was only five minutes away from the office. He went to the Dunkin' Donuts that was down the road from work and ordered two coffees; black, of course, and a mixture of bagels and, to be safe, all different spreads to go on them. Of course, it was the morning rush so he didn't get out of there until 7:37am, but he would make it.
As he carried the women's breakfasts to the car he noticed there was a car accident on the opposite side of the road and heard sirens in the background. Tom jumped in his car quickly to avoid being stuck in the delay that was beginning to occur with traffic. When he approached the main road he noticed that they blocked his turn to get back to the office.
"Shit!" he screamed out, but knowing the town well, he knew a back road that was out of the way that should get him there by 8 am, even though it was 7:48 am now. Driving rather fast he pulled into the parking lot at 7:59am and no sign of Marla's car. When he got to the front door of the office he reached for the key in his pocket and the door opened. It was Amy helping him out.
"Oh, good you remembered, black right?" she questioned him.
Tom replied proudly, "Yes Ms. Amy, with an entire assortment of bagels and spreads.” Amy took the coffees and bagels from him when Marla came out of her office.
Tom was shocked to see her in the office and started mumbling, "Ms. Marla, uh, good morning, I, uh, didn't know -"
"Tom, it is 8:01, get out of those clothes, into your uniform and stand with your legs spread, NOW!" Marla interrupted. Amy sipped on her coffee with a smile as she was so excited to watch a pro crack those nuts. Tom did as he was told. He took off his white dress shirt while slipping off his black dress shoes along with undoing his belt to take off his dress slacks and stood there in his black socks and white bull’s-eye underwear that he received yesterday.
Within a blink of an eye Marla's leg went flying back and then came forward straight into his nuts. WHACK! "OHHHHH GOD! Uh *Cough* - Uh!" Tom screamed out clutching his balls as he fell to the floor from the evil kick that was just delivered to his poor nuts.
"Let that be a lesson to you to make it here at 8 on the dot! Is that understood?" she asked him as she stood over him watching him hold on to his manhood waiting for the pain to go away. He couldn't answer; the words were in his head but just not making it to his mouth.
"Understand? Tom, Do you understand me?" Marla kept asking him while kicking his hands away from his balls with her foot to tap on them ever so gently while repeating the question. "Do you understand me?"
"Uh Y- Yea - Yes Ms. Mah- Marl- a" he finally replied.
"Good, now get up and get to work, you're gonna do more expense reports today, they are on your desk. Later we will show you something new.” With that said, Marla and Amy both went into their offices and slammed their doors. Tom crawled to his desk and climbed into his chair to relax his balls and start the reports.
A good two hours had passed and it was very quiet in the office. Tom had just finished his reports and knew he better ask for something else or god knows what would happen to him. Before he did, he saw his clothes lying around the waiting room. He decided to pick them up so they wouldn't be wrinkled, not that it mattered but they shouldn't be just lying around. He got up slowly, walked over and picked up his shoes and pants and then turned around and picked up his white shirt. As he bent down to pick up his white shirt he felt something come flying between his legs. SMACK!
"AHHHHHH!" Tom cried out. Whatever it was, just got his right testicle and trapped it against his upper thigh. He dropped his clothes and stayed in that position bent over, holding and cupping his jewels.
"Hehehe, Sorry Tommy, I just couldn't help it. Those briefs just compliment your balls so well; I needed to get a hit in.” It was Amy; she must have come out of her office while he had his back turned. "I will need you after lunch, so in the meantime before then I will need you to type these letters to some of our clients,” she advised Tom as she rubbed his back helping him back to an upright stance.
"There you are, you boys sure do cry a lot when a girl hits you there, it can't hurt that bad. You men are wimps!" Amy declared as she turned to walk away from Tom, dropping the letters on his desk. Tom then quickly grabbed his clothes and put them away in his bottom drawer of his desk. He grabbed the stack of letters and started typing them up. While he was typing he kept thinking about what Amy said about his balls and how they can't hurt that bad. How would she even know? She doesn't have them and they do hurt when handled by two man hating bitches, he thought. Tom was starting rethink this job, but he couldn't leave or they'd pop his nuts. There was no way out.
Just then the front door opened and a beautiful woman walked in. "Hello, my name is Cindy Breaker; I am here to see Marla Maxford.” Tom really felt like he was worthless now as he was sitting there in nothing but briefs showing anyone who came in just where to hit him but luckily he was behind the desk so he only looked shirtless, but he knew what he was wearing.
"Sure, Ms. Breaker. I will let her know you are here,” Tom replied with what little dignity he had left.
"Thank you,” Cindy giggled out while taking a seat.
Tom picked up the phone and pressed 1 for Marla's office. -Beep- "Ms. Marla, I have a Ms. Cindy Breaker here to see you.”
Marla heard Tom’s voice through her speaker phone. She couldn't believe that this customer actually came here to the office. Ms. Breaker was one of the worst customers Over E Industries has; she was always pissed off at something. The clothes were too small or too tight, wrong color, didn't matter, she would find anything to pick apart. She could only imagine what she was here to complain about now. Normally she just calls in; Marla knew that this couldn't be good.
"Tom, walk her in her my office please,” Marla advised Tom while she thought up an idea to keep the customer happy. Tom knew he had to do what he was told but now this was going to be so embarrassing.
"Ms. Breaker, if you follow me, I will take you to Ms. Marla Maxford,” Tom said as he got up from his chair.
As Cindy got up from her chair and saw beyond the desk what Tom had on, Cindy started getting wet. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Could it be, this man is actually wearing an indicator telling me where to inflict pain on his young smooth body, she thought.
"Uh, Please let me walk in front of you, I would like Marla to see me first when we walk in,” Cindy asked Tom.
"Not a problem. After you." Tom replied stepping to the side to let her pass. Cindy walked only an inch away from Tom with her fist locked hoping to get that fist right on target. With every step to her office, Tom saw her fist flying closer to his balls, so he started slowing down his steps. They both approached her office, Tom leaned off and over to the side of Cindy to open Marla's door.
"Ms. Marla, Ms. Cindy Breaker,” Tom introduced the two.
"Please have a seat, Cindy,” Marla offered the chair in front of her desk. As Tom started to exit the room, he was stopped by Marla.
"Uh, Tom, Please stay,” Marla professionally ordered him. Tom was now freaking out, he just wanted to go sit back down and hide his manhood from these women. Tom stayed though, with one hand over the other in front of his nuts, like he was at a ceremony.
"Now, Ms. Breaker, what brings you here today?" Marla asked her worried that she would lose a sale.
"I just bought a shirt off your new line, "Pink Over Blue" and I have to say I am very unhappy. The picture in the catalog looks nothing like the shirt I received in the mail,” Cindy complained.
"I am truly sorry. I will send you the correct one, let me pull your order from the computer,” Marla said, trying to please Cindy.
"Ok, I see the problem; for some reason the system saw that shirt as last year’s style. I will have the correct one shipped to you tomorrow,” Marla said, apologetic to Ms. Breaker.
"Good and I would like a full refund as well," Cindy demanded. Marla was getting very pissed but couldn't loose her cool. She needed Tom's balls in her hand but he was by the door, Marla thought if Cindy was pissed off she’d have to keep her happy.
"I will tell you what Cindy, how about I let you keep the shirt you received in the mail. on us, and we will ship out the shirt as if it was a 2 for 1 deal. This way it all works out, ok?"
Cindy wasn’t pleased "No, I am not happy with that at all,” That is when Marla offered all the company had left...
"Our balls, how about that, I will let you have five minutes alone with our balls.”
Tom’s face dropped. He started shaking; he could tell this woman was pissed and all he needed now was for this angry bitch going to town on his balls.
"Deal!" she happily replied.
Tom knew what was next as Marla directed him, "Tom, come here please and stand against the wall so that Ms. Breaker could have five minutes with -"
Cindy interrupted her. "No, no, I don't kick balls.” Tom was slightly relieved to hear that’ maybe this woman had a heart.
"I like to squeeze them and smash them with my hands, Come here, Tom, let me at those balls,” she said with an evil grin on her face. Tom proceeded to walk over to her. Right when he was within arms length from her, she reached out and grabbed his balls so tight that he let out a loud yelp.
"AYE!", Tom's head flew back as Cindy held his balls like a death vise. The grip was intense; he thought they were going to pop for sure. Cindy pulled Tom closer to her, working her hand in through the Y flap on the front of his briefs. Tom felt her pulling his balls to her; the pain was going up to his stomach; he was breathing heavily. Cindy finally got a hold of his manhood through his briefs. She was rolling his balls back and forth in the palm of her hand. They were smashing into each other, over and over again. Tom’s knees were buckling he could barely stand up.
Cindy was having way too much fun and had a cynical smile on her face. "You know what, you should never put a pair of balls near a woman,” Cindy said as she started laughing as she grabbed, twisted and pulled on his mangled nuts.
"You know this reminds me of the time my son came home from the army and I walked in on him wanking off in his room, Granted he hadn't had sex with a woman in over nine months, but you don't do that in my house. So I took him by the balls and dragged him down the stairs to the door and told him to get the hell out!" Cindy illustrated to Marla and Tom, laughing at the rest.
"Oh, I never saw him make those faces before in his life and the best part was when he was lying on the lawn grabbing his balls. Haha. Fallen Soldier! Haha!" Cindy finished her story while looking at Tom’s face. She was watching the different expressions his face made with every turn and squeeze and pull. She was loving every minute. Marla was pleased that she made the customer happy but pissed at the fact that she had to give this bitch her nuts to play with.
"OOOOOOOH, Enough, Please, UGH...AHHHHH!" Tom screamed out as Cindy had locked onto both orbs with the tightest grip known to man. It was like having both of your nuts stuck between two cinder blocks.
"Ok, Ms. Breaker, Your five minutes are up,” Marla told Cindy with a firm tone. Marla wanted her to stop just as much as Tom, because only she was allowed to make Tom squeal like that.
"Oh, okay, a deal is a deal,” and with that Tom took a deep breathe as he was feeling the pressure release from his balls and stood somewhat bent over with his hands on his arched knees trying to get over the pain. His eyes were shut and his head was down so he couldn't even see what was about to happen. SLAM!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Noooooo!” Tom cried out as Cindy drove her fist right into the bull’s-eye on his uniform. Tom went from bent over to rolling on the floor trying to find his balls and cup them to keep them away from the enemy.
"Well it was a pleasure doing business with you Ms. Maxford,” Cindy said to Marla shaking her hand and proceeded to walk out.
Marla walked over and stood over Tom’s limp body and looked down to him and asked him "Who hurts your balls more, Cindy or I? Hmmmm?"
Again Tom was down for the count but he knew he had to answer. "You." Tom got out in a short breathe. Tom removed his hands from his balls as he somehow felt safe with Marla in the room especially knowing that Ms. Breaker had left.
"You, Who?" Marla said as she looked down at Tom.
“You, Muh - Ms. Mar - uh - uh oooo La…" Tom tried to get out. Marla was pleased enough with that answer.
"Good to know. I can not believe that bitch went after my nuts like that. I know I offered them but come on, those are mine!" Marla was heated. "Anyway, let me see here,” Marla took the waistband of the briefs and slowly removed it downward to see if his nuts were badly bruised. She didn’t have a good grip on his underwear as right about when they were over his nuts she lost the band and it fell down onto his sore red balls. SNAP!
"OO- UH- OH, Ahh Ahh... God!" Tom cried out, praying for it to just end. Hoping that it was 5pm, but it wasn’t even lunchtime.
Marla just laughed at him. "That was my fault. They should really make better underwear for men,” she said as she started taking off his uniform, throwing the briefs to the side of the room.
"Wow, she did a number on these... Let me get some ice. I will be right back, Now don't go anywhere.... haha, haha, Yeah , right, where you gonna go. ‘Sigh’ You men are such wimps.” Marla headed off to the break room. Tom just laid there on the floor hearing the word wimp fly around his head. That was the second time he heard that today after being hit in his balls. Women are just so superior to men now. He felt it; he knew he had been defeated.
A minute later, Tom was still on the floor naked and in pain when he heard Amy come out of her office and she was getting closer
"Hey, Marla... Oh, Tom? Looks like Marla had some fun with those nuts, huh? Don't mind if I do,” Amy smiled as she was getting ready to stomp on his bruised balls. "Now what was that Marla was telling me? Take a man by the ankles this way; they have no control.” Amy bent down to Tom’s ankles and lifted his legs up and drove her foot right onto his sore damaged balls.
"AHHHHHHH, Oh, Oh Amy, no, please stop!" Tom pleaded.
"Now, now Tom, remember you have no say in how your nuts are treated around here... You are nothing!" Amy said to Tom while smushing her foot right into Tom’s nuts like she was putting out a cigarette, her foot went from side to side on his already aching balls. Then she started slamming her foot into his nuts and counting the stomps while holding his ankles firmly.
She counted "One!" STOMP!
Tom cried out "UGH!"
"AHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOO!" Tom screamed out with tears in his eyes.
Amy looked down and saw this broken man under her with every stomp. She was so wet and so aroused she released his ankles and his legs fell to the floor. She used the pointy black heels she was wearing and kicked his inner thigh to spread his legs. Without any hesitation she kicked Tom right in the balls.
"AHHHH – I!" Tom’s voice climbed an octave as Amy's pointed shoe nailed his left testicle. She moved her foot back off his nut and lightly stepped on his weak babymakers. The pressure in his nuts was so unbearable; his balls were on fire with pain shooting up past his stomach. Tom finally just passed out, leaving Amy to return to her office to finish her paperwork.
Tom awoke and was lying on the floor in pitch darkness. He knew he was at the office still but didn’t know where in the office he was. He felt his hands and ankles were tied to something but he couldn’t tell what. He tried to move his wrists but no luck. He couldn't move his legs either. There he was so vulnerable. Tied down spread eagle in the work place. He had no clue what time it was or what was going on, all he remembered was walking Cindy Breaker into Marla's office. Tom lifted his head to look down at his balls and saw a white band around his nuts. His balls were very sore still; who knows what happened to him while he was passed out. Now the only thing he could do was wait. About 15 minutes later the door to the room he was in opened and the light from the other room shone through. Then he heard the light switch click and the lights came on and he saw that he was in the conference room. They had tied him to the conference room table.
"How are we, Tom?" Amy asked him.
"I guess good. What happened to me?" Tom asked nervously.
"Don't worry about it. You are all right, aren't you?" she asked him, brushing his worries away.
"Why am I tied here, did I do something wrong?" Tom questioned.
"No, not at all. Marla and I just felt it would be better if you rested those nuts. So how do they feel?" Not that Amy cared but in the work place you should have some decency.
"They are really sore. What is that white band, Ms. Amy?” Tom looked at her hoping she would tell him the truth.
"Oh, that. We were just having some fun with our balls. Hehe, they look so funny like that,” Amy laughed at the sight of Tom’s balls tied off by this tight white rubber band keeping his balls at the bottom of his sac.
Just then Marla walked in. "Tom, I brought you ice before and you were fast asleep. It's okay, while you were dreaming I kept your balls iced. How do they feel?" she asked him.
Again he told the women how they felt - hoping that that was the end for today. "Really, really sore, Ms. Marla, what time is it? How long have I been out?" Tom worried with that question but was more excited when heard the answer.
"4:00pm, buddy boy. Today flew by. Listen, you did such a great job handling Ms. Breaker that I have decided to have you handle all the problem customers,” Marla happily declared.
Tom was really not feeling that but accepted it. "Thank you Ms. Marla, I won't let you down."
"Ok, Ok let’s get you off this table. But first let's take the band off,” Marla said to Tom while he looked at Amy as he was more worried about her then he was about Marla. Amy walked around the back of the table and started undoing his wrists while Marla stood over him looking at the ball band.
"Ok, ready" Marla asked Tom.
"Ready for... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tom let out a giant scream as Marla threw her fist into his perfectly tied off balls with such force pushing them into each other due to the tight band that held his nuts in place. One nut at a time re-entered his man sac. The band fell off his ball bag and at this time Amy had freed his wrist and his hands went flying towards his balls to protect them from any more pain.
"Now that is what I like to see - a man grasping his nuts because a woman racked him good. I mean come on Tom, face facts here boy, if you have balls you are just a wimp. Men are worthless,” Marla explained to Tom.
Amy followed up with a question. "Tom, who is stronger, women or men?" Amy was dying for his answer. Tom was hesitant and knew that he wanted to say a man was more powerful but he knew they would rip his nuts off if he even tried it.
"Women are stronger then men; men are powerless and women are superior,” Tom answered the women.
"Good boy, Tom," Marla said as she moved his hands away from his damaged nuts and lightly slapped them twice.
"Well, I say we head out for today, we had a rather productive day, No?" Marla looked at Amy while fondling Tom's bruised balls.
"Yeah, sounds good. I am ready to go. I'll grab my car keys, Marla and we will head home.” Tom realized that Amy drove them this morning. For Tom at least the day was over now and he could go home and relax his nuts.
"Ready, Mar!" Amy shouted out.
"Tom, be a doll and lock up." Marla looked at Tom and gave his balls a tremendous squeeze harder than Ms. Breakers grip...
”Uh - Ye-ah Ms. Marla, Please... I --- I -- I will... Uh AHHH!" Tom stuttered in pain. Marla’s grip was so tight that his right nut slipped out of her hand and Tom’s left nut was taking the full impact. Tom was trying to sit up to relieve this pain, his hands were on top of hers trying to break her free from his one nut.
“Please don't pop it," Tom squeaked out.
With her grip still firm on his nut, Marla replied, "Oh, you’re no fun!", released his nut and made a fist with her other hand which she brought flying down on his bare sore balls, trapping them between her fist and the conference room table. She watched her fist bounce off his balls and left the room.
"Good Night Tom!" Marla yelled to him on her way out of the room.
Tom just stayed there gasping for air, holding on to his nuts, which he saw had swelled three times their normal size. Naked and out of breath, Tom just stayed there till he was able to get off the table and leave. Unlucky for him there were still three more days in the week.