Friday, October 12, 2007

Mind your P’s and Q’s - Part 6-10

By luigi77


Self-Defense instructor, training her student’s balls to take a hit, gets off on making them swell. She drains them...

Without hesitation she stepped forward between his legs and placed both of her bare feet on his swollen glands. They were so big, that Lisa almost lost her balance. She stepped back grabbed his feet, and bending his legs at the knees lifted his feet up behind his ass. Using them to balance her self she again placed her feet on his baby makers. Lisa held them in place with her toes and began to shift her weight forward.

Planning to gradually apply weight, she accidentally lost her balance and squished them flat into the mat. Dan Moaned but couldn’t move or intelligently speak words of protest. Lisa regained her balance, but liked the feeling, so she began to rock forward and back, pumping his nut meat with her weight.

She had been concentrating so much on keeping every attack in their workout, that she was surprised at how sexually stimulated she had become. Her panties were soaked through, and she was breathing way too erratically to have been caused by the physical exertion. While rolling him onto his back seemed like a good idea, she decided to head for the lockers and take care of her own needs first - allowing Dan to recover.

In the locker room she stripped on one of the wooden benches, but couldn’t wait to get into the water before she was wildly stoking her clitoris, head back mouth agape, envisioning his dark and ever so swollen nuts completely filling his painfully stretched scrotum. Orgasm after orgasm swept through her body, until she felt a slight cramp in her right thigh. Wow, that hadn’t happened since high school.

After cleaning herself, dressing in street clothes and returning to the sparring room; she found Dan still laying on the floor in a semi fetal position. She used the progress form on the clip board to document his progress, and again measured the length, width and circumference of his wounded manhood.

While she was inspecting his bruised balls for any signs of rupture, his erection came back with a vengeance. He was trying to rub his cock against her hands, thighs against anything. Lisa obviously understood his needs, but needed to keep this professional, so she had to word her statement correctly. “Your testicles feel very taunt, almost ready to burst,” she began.

Dan thought, “Ready to burst in more ways than one!!”

Lisa wrapped her left hand around his erection and began to slowly stroke his cock from its base to his throbbing mushroom shaped head. Keeping her right hand cupping and massaging his balls, she suggested, “We should relieve some of the pressure to prevent internal injury.”

Dan couldn’t agree more, as he instinctively pushed his hips against her stroking hand. He tensed his whole body less than a minute later and shot a wad of cum which streamed more than a foot into the air. Spraying his stomach, the mat and Lisa’s hand with a thin watery mixture of semen, blood, and clear edema fluid from his swollen nuts. He experienced both ecstasy from the long built up orgasm, and agony from the pulsing in his damages orbs. He wailed like a child.

Lisa kept stroking him until long after the last drops dribbled out, and his manhood had gone limp. Never before had she felt so moved watching a man cum and she felt completely responsible for both his torment and his release. She owned his balls; they were hers to command, and she felt powerful!

She grabbed a gym towel and mopped up his mess, taking time to wipe his privates of any sign of blood. Then assisting him to his feet, she handed him his clothes and turned him towards the men’s locker room. It was only after he left, that she took the time to compare the results of her measurements. His balls were more than triple their original size! From the average size of a medium chicken’s egg to the size of an orange. Wednesday they were more like lemons, Unbelievable! She couldn’t wait for Monday’s lesson.

As they were leaving the building Dan invited Lisa to dinner. His voice was weak, and his confidence low unsure if he could even eat right now. But she was enthusiastic, hell it was Friday night, and he was bound to offer her something better than a microwave instant dinner.

Dan chose a quiet family owned Italian place, where their casual attire wouldn’t make them feel out of place. Over dinner they learned more about each other, and became closer then either one thought possible after such a short time.

Lisa explained how she got started in the martial arts, and how she never expected to end up working at a gym, especially with her college degrees. It just seemed to work out that way.

Dan confessed that the men in his family had a history of heart ailments and he was directed by his physician to keep up an intensive cardiovascular program. He chose the martial arts for the additional benefit of self-defense. He thanked her for her private lessons and personal attention.

“No Dan, really, it’s my pleasure,” she said thinking how he had no idea how hot she got working his balls over. She mentioned the swelling, and how she hadn’t expected his testicles to expand that dramatically.

He didn’t know what to expect either, but “she was the professional, he’d leave it in her hands”.

“In my hands,” Lisa thought, “three times a week they will be in my hands.” She smiled shyly and realized she was getting excited again just at the thought of pounding his meat. She had wanted to do this since she began studying the arts, and she certainly intended to enjoy it as long as she could make it last.


Lisa trains her student's testicles to take a punch, but gets more interested in getting them to swell.

After supper, they went their separate ways, neither wanting to ruin a good thing. They’d meet on Monday, but both felt closer then they wanted to admit out loud.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday they’d meet just before the gym closed for the evening. Although they’d spend only about 45 minutes together in a training session, Dan still paid for both hours of instruction. He was grateful for the personal attention, and Lisa was risking her job by being there like this.

To keep it from becoming too routine Lisa thought of new and inventive was to conduct his training. She would tie him to the corner turnbuckle in the boxing ring. His arms over the top ropes, knees wide with his legs over the middle rope, feet resting on the bottom rung. She’d press her body in close and drive her knees alternatively left and right into his fully exposed nads, pounding them mercilessly until he hung his head in a state of shock. Then she’d rest his face on her sports bra, stroke his hair and comfort him for a minute, before stepping back to launch dozens of front kicks into his mangled meat.

Sometimes while he hung there in the corner, Lisa would drop to one knee and drive straight punches into his balls. With her uppercuts, she could isolate one testicle and try to get it to swell while his other nut remained of relatively normal size.

Of course her favorite attack was the open hand squeeze. She stopped several times through each session to ‘inspect’ for damage, but invariably she’d end up causing even more damage. His nuts were always warm and she loved the way they’d slide effortlessly in the synovial fluid of the sac. Early in a session she’d pull his balls and stretch the spermatic cords to loosen him up for later abuse.

She noticed that by holding a firm squeeze for a minute, releasing her grip then squeezing again; she was actually squishing the fluid from his testes, like a sponge or a piece of citrus fruit - fascinating. Then after she’d finish, they re-swelled bigger than before she started squeezing.

Size, that became her goal. How large could she get his testicles to swell? She was determined to find out. She did internet searches, read medical texts and spoke to a friend who worked in the local hospital emergency room. Her friend had seen several destroyed testicles from motorcycle and industrial accidents. She had even been working when a guy was brought in after he pissed off his dominatrix.

“Were his balls swollen,” asked Lisa, trying not to seem overly interested.

“His one nut was huge, but the other had deflated after she drove her spiked heel right through his nut. The doctor had to remove it because it was destroyed,” her friend explained.

“Then what did you do with the testicle?”

“We have to incinerate all medical waste.” Then she leaned close and confided, “But not right away. One of the nurses put his nut in a jar with some alcohol to preserve it. You could see where the shoe had punched a hole right through the center of his ball; the nurse put a piece of a pencil through the hole before she put it in the jar. It was a great shot, and we teased the male employees. One nurses’ aide said they eat testicles in the west. Rocky Mountain or Prairie Oysters are Bull or Sheep testicles, you know.”

Lisa wondered out loud, “I wonder what they taste like…” Then, realizing she said that out loud, she added, “…or what a man’s balls would taste like.”

“Kind of chewy, I’d imagine,” remarked her friend. “Covered with a tight white sheath, almost like a nylon fabric.”

Lisa smiled, “I guess you’d have to tenderize them first. Use a meat tenderizer.” They both laughed. Lisa thought to herself, “Or slice them into thin strips.”

To keep the training of Dan’s testicles from becoming routine, Lisa would vary the sequence of attacks. Today she would start with kicks, then knees, punches, stomps and always adding several hand-squeezing sessions throughout. If his testes didn’t swell larger than they had in the previous days beating, she’d continue another round of abuse until they ‘measured up’.

She would always start out fast and furious, getting his mind into a state of shock. Then he wouldn’t be able to scream, or protest her choice of punishment. He’d just make some primal animal moans with an occasional squeal when she surprised him or when she went a little too far.


Self-Defense Instructor trains her student’s balls, and rides his face...

After four weeks of training him to accept the pain, he wasn’t going into shock as quickly. Even under some pretty severe direct attacks to his unprotected nuts, he wasn’t getting that ‘thousand yard stare’ that Lisa was accustomed to seeing. So she asked him, “Dan I think you’re ready to try sparring again, what do you think?”

Dan was already naked, standing in the middle of the boxing ring. Her question took him by surprise, so he didn’t quite know what to say. “Sure, if you think I’m ready, I’ll try not to let you down. Do you want to start tonight?”

Lisa had just climbed into the ring, and was still fully dressed. “Yes, tonight. Let’s spar now and see how long you can stay on your feet.”

Lisa took a stance and began stepping to her right in a circling movement. Dan matched her motions preparing to defend himself. He partially blocked two jabs to his head, but kept his guard low expecting a groin attack.

The third strike was a combination of punches. The first was a left jab, which drew his guard and left him open for a solid right to the temple. Stunned, he staggered back a step or two. Lisa pressed her advantage, peppering him with fists to the chin, ear, eye, jaw and again straight into his temple.

Dan was backed into the ropes with increasing speed, and when he bounced off the ropes towards her she was ready! Her right foot slammed both of his balls hard, recoiling quickly for a follow-up shin as he moved off the ropes still closer into her. Lisa grabbed his shoulders, holding him still and began pile-driving her right knee into his groin.

Both of Dan’s balls were repeatedly flattened into his pelvic bone, as he tried to reverse his course. He stepped back into the top rope, leaning way back off balance but held vertical by Lisa’s grip on his shoulders and the top ring rope under his shoulder blades.

Dan had a confused look on his face. The pain was rapidly clouding out all chance for reasonable thought. He couldn’t move.

Wham, Wham, Wham! “Damn her knee keeps coming,” he thought, “I can’t move. I’ve got to bend over and block with my hands.” But he was being held up right by her hold on his shoulders.

Wham, Wham, Wham, Wham! “Try to fall to the mat…” But the top rope and her grip held him in place.

Wham, Wham, Wham, Wham! “Oh my balls can’t take much more.”

Lisa saw the look in his eyes turn to a panic as he took an incredible number of knee shots to his testicles. She was absolutely in heaven! The soft meat dangling in front of his body cushioned her blows, so that she heard each impact but felt only a water balloon of pressure. Dan’s facial expressions were hilarious; he was trying to think, trying to move, and just standing there taking every shot.

As Dan’s eyes began to roll back in his head, Lisa stopped her knee assault. She took a half step back, helping him to collapse as she gave him room. On his way down to his knees, she couldn’t resist driving her foot into his exposed plums. He wasn’t going to learn anything if she didn’t keep him alert.

Lisa’s foot connected three quick strikes, as Dan grimaced and curled into a fetal ball at her feet. Her foot caused considerably more pain than the lighter knee shots. She looked at the clock and was disappointed, not even two minutes. “Dan I don’t think you’re ready to spar yet; you didn’t even last two minutes.”

The disappointment in her voice was obvious. Dan heard it, and tried to return to his feet. He rose to a sitting position, but couldn’t go any further right away. “I’ll keep trying, I want to be there for you,” he managed to say in a low voice.

His sincerity moved Lisa. She was honestly attracted to him, but didn’t want to lose him as a client. She wanted to keep up a professional front, and in her confusion she went back to what they had been doing for over a month. Lisa slowly laid him on his back, knelt between his widely spread legs and grabbed his dick with her left hand. He was getting hard again! “He likes this almost as much as I do,” Lisa thought.

She instinctively made a fist with her right hand and began to throw straight punches into his vulnerable right testicle. She didn’t really think about it; it was the first nut she punched, so she kept on punching it as he lay back and accepted her fist. As he listened to the rhythm of her blows, he found himself spreading his legs wider to give her better access to his manhood. He had totally surrendered himself to her.

Lisa felt it, too. He was offering himself to her as nobody had ever done in her life. As she finished the punches and began squeezing his beleaguered balls, she realized how aroused she was becoming. It was time to bring this relationship to a new level. Lisa stood and loosened her trousers. Dropping them to the mat, she followed quickly with her panties.

Dan watched in quiet awe, as she brought the object of his undivided attention closer to his eyes. She stepped over his chest, and sat on his neck and chin facing his feet. He looked at her tight bare ass as she slid her mounds in place over his mouth, rubbing herself on his lips.

Dan didn’t need to be told, he began liking her pussy before he even noticed how wet it had already become. He lapped her like a dog does an ice cream cone. Up and down, left and right, not with a plan or with much thought; but with a great deal of enthusiasm. Lisa absentmindedly grabbed a hold of his nuts with both hands to steady herself as she rocked her bottom on his face. The closer she got to a climax, the harder she squeezed his manhood.

Dan began to panic again, as her grip cut off all blood flow to his balls, and in self preservation he began to concentrate more and more on getting Lisa to orgasm so she’d release his balls. Finally she threw her head back, mouth agape moaning, “Yes, Yes, Oh yes, don’t stop… Yes…”

Unfortunately for him, as Lisa threw his head back, she pulled his nut meat with her up and away from his groin. His balls were already bruised and swollen from her knees, kicks, punches and squeezing. The testicular torsion, from the pulling and twisting action drove him over the edge. He opened his mouth to cry out, but was gasping for breath and Lisa kept rocking herself over his open mouth looking for the next apex in her series of climaxes.

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, his vision blurred around the edges and he blacked out. Lisa kept rubbing her clit on his chin, and kneading his nuts in a glorious after glow. She was unaware that Dan was out cold. When she finally stood she thought, “Just like a man, asleep after sex.” She collected her clothes and skipped to the showers.


Lisa invites two girl friends self-defense instructors, to help train her student's testes to withstand attacks from multiple attackers, using different styles and techniques.

Over the next couple of weeks, Lisa and Dan would spar for from 15 to 30 minutes, as his tolerance for pain increased. Dan was still naked, and Lisa continued to spar in her clothes, as he was still, ‘in training’. When he was able to recover from a series of blows, and continue to spar for a full 30 minutes; Lisa believed it was time that he spared with instructors from different martial arts disciplines.

Lisa had been asking several of her friends about fighting in the nude, kicking and attacking a man’s testicles for weeks. Two of her friends were definitely interested, Pam was a petite dark haired beauty who had a Black belt in Tae Kwan Do, and frequently taught women’s self-defense. Jill was a hard core lesbian, who really hated men. Jill wanted nothing more than to destroy a man’s genitalia.

Lisa didn’t tell Dan that her friends were coming and as he was stretching, buck naked in the boxing ring one Wednesday evening, the three ladies walked up to the ring together. Dan was shocked to be naked in front of three beautiful women, but he was afraid to stand up in the buff before them.

As they climbed into the ring Lisa announced, “Tonight we’ll see how well you defend yourself against assailants who have studied different martial arts disciplines than I have been using against you. And we’ll use multiple attackers, to see if you’re ready to advance to the next level. This is Pam and Jill. They have graciously agreed to come here on their personal time to help you.”

Dan was having trouble looking the women in their eyes, as they were very shapely and were all wearing sports bras with no blouse covering their erect nipples. “I don’t mind paying them for their time, either,” was all he could think to say.

“Good,” said Jill. “My time is very valuable.” She hated all men and was highly insulted that he was sporting wood, after staring at her titties.

Pam just smiled after noticing his erection, thinking, “With his dick sticking up, his balls are going to be completely exposed.” She placed her towel in a corner of the ring and began walking in a circle behind Dan.

Once Dan stood, and began to take a defensive stance, Lisa set the rules. “I’ll act as referee, until he can demonstrate that he can defend himself against three attackers. No eye gouging, no intentional breaking of bones, and tapping the mat will signal submission form a restraining hold. Okay, everybody ready… fight!”

Dan faced Pam to his left and Jill was bouncing on the balls of her feet to the right. Pam advanced with a quick succession of punches and a round house kick to Dan’s head. As he brought his arms up to block her attack, Jill saw the open crotch she was waiting for, and she drove her foot up and into his ball bag.

With his erection keeping his penis out of the way, his dangling nuts were unprotected, and received the full impact of Jill’s kick. She made solid connection with both balls, driving them up into his pelvic bone.

Dan dropped his guard, and his knees buckled. Both Jill and Pam stepped forward to help steady him, and were both grinning widely. They were here to bust some balls and the longer he stayed on his feet, the more fun they could have.

Dan opened his eyes, and took a tentative step back, regained his balance and prepared to defend himself. Pam figured it was her turn, so she used a palm strike to his temple, then moved in close and fired her left knee up into his balls from below. Pam began to bounce her leg up and down, smashing her knee cap into the bottom of his defenseless balls until he could no longer stand. She counted ten knees, but wasn’t too hung up on the details. She was ecstatic!

Jill felt cheated, how could she only have one nut shot, and Pam get what seemed to be at least a dozen so early in the fight. Jill stood over Dan as he rocked slowly in a fetal ball position, and pried his legs apart. She wanted to stomp his balls, but his hands were covering them, and she wanted skin on skin contact. So, Jill drove her fingers under Dan’s hands as he tried to protect his manhood. She wrapped her fingers around both of his balls, and began to squeeze the life of his man meat. Dan attempted to pry her fingers open, but only succeeded in causing more damage to his tortured testes.

It took him a minute and a half of grabbing her fingers, wrists, and pleading before he remembered to tap his hand on the mat to signal a submission. Jill reluctantly released her grip and moved away a couple of steps.

All three girls were breathing hard, and getting aroused by the unabashed abuse of a naked man. Dan was good looking, he was in great shape, and he was taking more abuse than any of them had ever know a man to be able to absorb. As he was rolling onto all fours in an attempt to stand, they all three moved in to help him up.


Three on one should be every guy’s fantasy, but...

He barely stabilized his stance, when both Pam and Jill advanced towards him. He instinctively backed up until he hit the ropes, without a punch or kick being thrown. Jill looked at Pam and smiled. Without a word being spoken, they each grabbed one of his arms and pushed it back over the top rope.

“Alternating knees,” Jill said and Pam nodded in agreement. First Jill’s right then Pam’s left knee were driven between Dan’s legs. He tried to close his legs and drawl his hips back, but each lady was pushing his shoulders out over the top rope and his ass was resting on the middle rope of the ring.

Dan took about twenty knees, before his strength and will to resist caused his legs to hang limp and open. His bruised balls were perfect targets for both women. They took advantage by releasing his shoulders, and each grabbing his wrists with both hands. By pulling them forward under the top rope, and up wrapping his arm around the rope, his head and chest were pulled out of the ring - literally presenting his groin to their relentless pounding.

Lisa, the supposed referee was getting excited watching his balls bounce after each knee pounded them flat into his under belly. She naturally tried to look in his eyes, and realized he was semi-conscious at best. “Okay, break,” she called out.

Pam released Dan’s left wrist and stepped back, staring at the swelling and discoloration on his nuts after only a couple of minutes. Jill kept one hand on his wrist, wrapped her right hand around his throat and moved in close to have a little face to face talk with her prey.

“Dan, your balls are your weakness, and they are mine.” She pistoned her right thigh up between his legs, slapping his balls hard into his groin. Her thigh was wider then the knees he had been receiving and she left his manhood no room for escape.

Slap, Slap, Slap. “All men are weak; you pigs deserve no pity.”

Slap, Slap.

When Jill finally released his wrist and neck, Dan hung by his arms on the top rope, unable to collapse to the canvas. “I’ll help him get down,” Jill proclaimed and she stepped forward unleashing her foot in a full speed front kick to Dan’s vulnerable balls. She kicked him so hard he stood upright and when he fell back down his left arm came off the top rope. He twisted down and to his right, slumping in a wounded mass on the deck.

Pam was giggling at his predicament, Jill was intense, waiting for her next attack; and Lisa had snuck her fingers into her waist band - softly rubbing her clitoris from watching the spectacle.

Both Jill and Pam realized quickly that Dan wasn’t able to defend himself from an attack by more than one opponent. Since their initial assault, he wasn’t doing much defending from any attacker - but, ‘boy could he take a hit!’ Without speaking to each other, they just naturally began to take turns attacking him individually.

He was back on his feet, a little unstable as Pam cornered him against the turn buckle. She got him to keep his guard low, trying to protect his grotesquely swollen nuts. Then she drove a straight punch to his face. Off balanced by the blow, Dan threw his arms up and then back over the top rope to remain standing. His hips protruded as his back was arched, fully exposing his bruised and battered balls.

Pam placed her left hand against his throat, holding him in place and began to send uppercuts into his nut sac. Dan’s knees weakened and he slumped back with his arms over the top rope. He was held in a most vulnerable position. Pam continued her direct assault on his bag for 20 or 25 punches. As she let go of his throat, he didn’t fall as she expected, so she stepped back forward and alternated left and right uppercuts into his right and left nuts, respectively.

It was Lisa, acting as referee who saw Dan’s eyes begin to roll as he hung limp on the top rope. She called, “Break”, and watched Pam slowly rise and step back away from the turnbuckle. All three women watched in amazement as his dick hardened as rose above his stretched scrotum. His cock became rock hard, bouncing with each heartbeat as he hung by his arms moaning quietly.

Jill was upset. “That’s disgusting; he’s getting off on this abuse. How dare he?! I’ll get rid of that insult to women.” She then stepped forward and grabbed one of his nuts in each of her hands, surprised at the size of his swollen glands. She had trouble giving them a proper squeeze at first, but they got noticeably looser as she pulled, twisted and squeezed the juice out of them.

Every time she’d loosen her grip to get a better hold, Dan would shift uncomfortably as the blood rushed back into his savaged balls. His dick began to deflate, which only encouraged Jill to keep up her attack. She lifted his balls, stretching up to his navel, and watched as his feet left the floor. Jill held him there for a good 45 seconds before his weight tired her arms. Dan was dancing in mid air, vainly attempting to support his weight with his feet and not his manhood.

Jill lowered him until his feet touched the mat, when she noticed a couple of smears of pre-cum on her forearms. “You Gross Pig!” she yelled, and released her grip on his balls. She went into a furious kicking rampage, incensed that a man would dare spew his jism on her.

Having regained his footing, Dan managed to get one arm off of the top rope, twisted to free his other arm while Jill’s kicks tormented his efforts. She grabbed his shoulders to turn him towards her, and accidentally helped to free him. Jill drilled his bloated bullocks with another half dozen shins and feet before he dropped in a heap at her feet.

This time he didn’t look like he was going to recover. Lisa moved forward to inspect his package. She rolled his testicles feeling for a split, visually looking for blood pooling in his scrotum, and was pleased to find him intact. As she turned, she found Pam fingering her own clit, and realized how excited she herself had been getting watching a good looking guy’s nude manhood getting ravished.

Jill saw Pam beating off and took the opportunity to lend a hand. Pam was well past turning back and she helped by dropping her trousers and panties to her ankles. Jill placed one hand on Pam’s while the other slid between her thighs. Pam and Jill both lowered them selves to the mat and Jill licked her to multiple orgasms, in front of Lisa and Dan. He was totally oblivious to anything outside of his groin, but Lisa was watching and getting off on the unbridled demonstration of passion.

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