Thursday, August 30, 2007

Karate Inc.

By Belfour

This story contains extreme foot-fetish and sexually explicit material. Please do not read if you are offended by this type of Fiction. Also, please don't read if laws in your state or country prohibit this type of Sexually explicit material.

My story begins in a trendy Chicago nightspot. I was with my buddy Craig. He's a good friend I have known for some time. We played football together in High School and while I went on to play in college,

Craig began training in the martial arts and had become quite proficient

in several forms. We lifted together several times a week and when we didn't have dates we were always on the prowl, chasing tail and usually landing really nice pieces of ass.

While never seriously practicing any martial art, the beauty and strength of females who practiced these disciplines had always intrigued me. Whenever, I got an opportunity, I would always ask Craig coy questions which were designed to in the most unobvious manner, to get him to tell me about any hot females using their bare feet on him or other guys. While I thought I was discreet with my questioning, Craig had figured out that I had some kind of strange obsession.

"I almost forgot," Craig informed me. "You'll love this one ... but if you tell anyone, I'll kill you," he continued. "Last week there was this chick who came to our class to give a demonstration in some Israeli form of jujitsu called Krav Maga. I suddenly felt my cock start to come to attention. He went on, "This chick was fucking unbelievable ... she is about 5'9" - Swedish chick - and man was she a babe. She looked like something right out of a classy strip joint ... Long flowing blonde hair ... the DEEPEST Blue eyes you've ever seen. She looked like Pamela Anderson Lee but she was much taller and her face was way better."

"Better than Pamela Anderson Lee?" I questioned. By this time I was truly intrigued and needed to hear more about her.

"She's 19 and an exchange student from Stockholm. She lives in an apartment in Evanston and goes to Northwestern. She's actually attending school on a martial arts scholarship. She's a master of Hapkido, Aikido and Tae Kwon Do and exceptional with her feet."

Craig couldn't have hit and captured the essence of my fetish and better if he were Mark McGuire. My mouth dropped open and I hung on his every word as my cock engorged with blood in anticipation of what he was about to say.

He explained how Asa could have killed him. "She was introduced to the class by our senior instructor and with her strong Scandinavian accent asked me to volunteer for what she called a painful demonstration that I would enjoy. "She tossed me around twisted and manipulated my cock and

balls in so many ways - I actually came in my karate pants." He informed me. "She knew exactly what she was doing and that was the beauty of it. She was so incredibly skilled with her feet, that no one else had any idea she was actually pleasuring me while she delivered the barrage of crippling groin slaps, kicks, twists and punches. The other thing is, I know she enjoyed it even more than I did." He concluded. "This chick was the best but I think she was the psychotic masochistic type too.

"I want her number" I demanded.

"Are you fucking crazy, she would kill you. I'm a second-degree black belt and I couldn't do shit to her. She threw me around like a little kid - and you don't even know any martial arts." Craig reasoned.

"You and all of your Martial bullshit," I responded. "I'm so sick of hearing all of these magic techniques. Any boxer or wrestler would beat the piss out of you or any other pussy martial artist. I just want to hook up with this chick."

"Ok ... but it's your funeral." He laughed as he fumbled through his wallet to find her card. I could hardly control my excitement as I grabbed the card from his hands. It read "KARATE INC. Master in Hapkido, Jujitsu, Taekwondo, Karate and Krav Maga, Private Sessions." And then the Name in bold red letters ASA LINDHOLM.

Chapter II

Our conversation was brief and extremely strange. I introduced myself and told her I was interested in Martial Arts instruction and heard she was the best. In a very business like manner she asked in her sultry Swedish accent, "Who referred you ... how old are you ... are you married ... how big are you ... are you heterosexual ... "

In rapid-fire succession I answered this barrage of inconsequential questions to the best of my ability. She instructed me she would be at my house at 9:00 p.m. and would leave precisely at 10:15 p.m. The fee would be $150.00 and she assured me I would be satisfied with the lesson. When I hung up the phone I sat for several moments and thought. I was excited, curious and most certainly aroused. "Was I getting myself into something I would regret," I asked myself over and over again. "No," was the answer I came to each time I pondered this query, but still ... I wondered.

At 8:56 p.m. I heard my doorbell ring. I sprang from my chair and with the anticipation of child rushing to open a birthday present. When I got to the door, I stopped and admired the hazy vision of the shapely-silhouetted goddess, which I could now see awaited me on the other side of the stained-glass door. I coolly opened the door and because of my extreme foot fetish I looked down at her feet before I looked at her face. Her feet were unparalleled. They were large, I later found out a women's size 10 ½. Her toes were long and powerful looking. Long nailbeds which were painted a light blue. Her lovely tan feet were loosely fit in high healed leather thongs which accentuated her high arches and gave a softer more feminine feel to feet which initially looked more intimidating. As my eyes traveled up from her feet I became more excited. Her ankles were so thin I could see the striations of her Achilles tendons which tapered to calves which looked like those belonging to a long distance runner, ballet dancer or female body builder. Her legs, which were covered by her traditional Aikido Skirt, were long and sinewy. The black belt wrapped twice around her small waist that connected to a lean tan six pack stomach. She was wearing a sleeveless tight ribbed which undershirt. By the look of her erect nipples, it was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra. "If these tits are not implants" ... I thought to myself, she is the perfect female of our species. As my head panned up I noticed her long neck and perfect, childlike skin. She smiled at me with a childlike innocence, which relaxed and soothed me. She was so beautiful. While young and innocent looking. She had strong facial features. Highly cut cheekbones a sharp angular jaw and deep set expressive eyes of the deepest blue imaginable. Her blonde hair was tightly pulled back in a ponytail at first glance looked like the way Sporty Spice would wear it. I've been to a number of gentlemen's clubs and have never seen a woman as sexually powerful as the young lady who stood before me.

"Are you going to invite me in?" she questioned, as I stood and stared dumfounded by her presence.

"Oh yes ... of course." I replied, embarrassed that I was caught in this trance. "I'm sorry," I continued, "It is just that ... you are so attractive ... "

"Isn't that why I'm here," she finished my sentence.

"Yes ... I mean no ... not exactly" I was tongue-tied. I was a pervert with a foot fetish and she knew it and exposed me for it.

"I would like to warm-up." She informed me. I directed her to center of my homes great room. It was a huge room with a lofted ceiling that faced the lake.

"This is very nice." She said as she slipped her long feet out of her thongs. "If you don't mind me asking, how does a young man like you afford such a dwelling?" she asked.

I was trying to answer but was hypnotized as she did her toe exercises. She spread her toes as if they were fingers getting ready to type a long report. The dexterity she possessed was amazing and my cock was pounding.

"I'm sorry," I answered. "I am a stock-broker and have had a great deal of success in futures trading." I told her.

"Futures can be very interesting," she said with a wry smile as she dropped into the splits. The flexibility she demonstrated told me she was for real. Worlds class athlete as good as any I've ever seen. From the splits she contorted her body in a break dancing kind of maneuver and from her knees shot her leg straight up with a knife edge foot and stopped one inch from my lips. She effortlessly held her soft fragrant foot up to my lips and asked me if I would be interested in sucking her toes. My cock answered for me as a feeling of lightheadedness set in. I opened my mouth to taste her long toes and she pulled them away and giggled.

"First I would like to answer any questions you may have about this session." I had quite a few but I started with a boring one. How did you get into the martial arts?" I asked her. She informed her mother was the European Jujitsu champion and ran a dojo in Stockholm. She went on to say she enjoyed dominating men and had incorporated her martial arts and love of this domination into a business to help her make money. She then explained the rules of her business.

"I will use a variety of techniques from 7 different forms of martial arts to subdue you. During this time I will masturbate you using my hands, feet, mouth and vagina." She continued, "Each time you cum, you will owe me $250.00."

"You certainly don't beat around the bush," I replied.

"On the contrary," she retorted, "if I do my job I will be beating a great deal around, on and through your bush."

She was clever and had a surprising command of the English language, which sounded so incredibly sexy through her thick Nordic accent.

"Before we begin I need you strip off all of your clothing," she continued, "I have found this to be the way I like it.”

I stood up and began to tell her that I didn't feel totally comfortable with this idea when WHAP from her seated position, she snapped her young bare toes into my balls. It stung as if I was snapped with a towel in junior high gym class and it was so quick, I never saw it.

I lay curled in a ball at her feet coughing and wheezing. I felt like I was going to throw-up yet all I could see were her large powerful feet before me. As they came into better focus I could see her squeezing her toes into the carpet as if she were practicing for what she was going to do my balls and cock. In spite of the pain I was experienced, I was turned on.

"Let's not let than happen again, when I tell you to do something ... you will do it. yes." I nodded my head and told her yes.

She leaned down to help me up and then stood away and got into a traditional Taekwondo stance. She obviously knew what she was doing and I was starting to wonder even if I was fortunate enough to have sex with this siren, if the pain I was going to experience would be worth it.

"Taekwondo is the first art I will use on you. I received my black belt at the age of 10 and I've always liked how it lets me incorporate my feet into the beating I give my subjects." She was so fluid and nonchalant She brought her knee up so that her left leg was perfectly parallel with the ground and then she taunted me with this foot as she nearly hypnotized me as she taunted me waving it back and forth in front of my face.

"Do you realize how easy it would be for me to kill you?" she queried. Then she slowly brought the outer edge of her foot against the bottom of my nose and stopped.

When I was 16 I had to kill a man in self defense and this is the exact technique I used." She informed me as pinched my nose between her big and second toe. She then removed her foot from my face and on the way down noticed my large cock sticking straight out in from of me. She spread her long toes and grabbed my cock like a warm, friendly hand while gracefully balancing on the other foot. Her grip was so strong and her toes so nimble I'm immediately felt a warm surge in my cock as my balls tightened in preparation for an orgasm. She looked me right in the eyes as she picked up the pace of her strong two-toed footjack technique.

"When I was younger, the older boys in my Dojo would marvel at my beauty, If I liked the boy, I would give him a private lesson after class ... this technique would always get them to cum quickly." She informed me as she slid this tight two-toe lock deep into the base of my erection and then back to the tip again. Her grip was so tight it almost hurt but her skin was soft and she used her feet like such a pro, it felt heavenly.

"I use to play this game, I'd time myself on how long it would take me to masturbate a boy using the ball of my one foot and toes ... my record was sixteen seconds," she added. While she was working my cock over with her toes and sole of her right foot, my legs started to weaken as my inevitable orgasm neared.

"I'll bet you've never had a sexy girl with feet like this masturbate you so well ... you love having my long toes wrapped around your cock and will soon make me $250.00 richer ... now!" exclaimed Asa.

With that, she moved in for the kill sliding her molten grip to the head of my throbbing penis in a three toed squeeze that felt like a vice grip on my tender, sensitive dick head. At that moment I came between her toes. Because her grip was so tight and her second toe was draped over the spout on my cock, cum streamed in a jet all over the room but mostly all over Asa. She seemed to like it and continued yanking the last bit of cum out of me with her lovely ped.

"This is the part I like best," she informed me. What was she talking about, I didn't care I orgasmed so hard that I was ready to fall to my knees. I was at the greatest peace I had known if months. A second later, I found out the part she liked best. She released my cock from her toe grip brought her knee up and gave my a vicious snap kick to the balls, when she did one last gush of cum dribbled out as I slowly agonized and fell to the ground at her feet. She didn't waste any time

she used a jujitsu joint lock and picked me back up to my feet and led me around in a circle around my living room. The pace at which I had to move increased until she quickly stopped and changed direction. When she stopped she yanked my arm back at which point I flew through the air doing a full back flip and landed flat on my back.

I was naked, hurt and totally disoriented. As the stars cleared I looked to see Asa standing in front of me between my legs with her feet together. She inched forward until all of her ten lovely toes were flattening my balls to the carpet.

"My mother used to use this in her private demonstrations to men who talked too much in the classes she taught, she showed my how to do it when I was old enough. One time she used it on one of my boyfriends.. It is quiet effective," she continued.

I was in excruciating pain as she dug all ten toes in to my annihilated ball sack so hard I could feel my nuts migrating and gyrating under her toes. Then she bent down so she was nearly in a ball, opened her mouth and began to suck my now flaccid cock slowly but surely bringing it back to life. As I hardened I felt such pleasure and pain I didn't know whether to moan with pleasure or scream. She was as talented with her tongue as she was with her toes. She moved her tongue in large circles around my purple head at the same time she rhythmically squeezed her toes into my sack. She had her timing down perfectly as I prepared to cum for the second time in 5 minutes. She bobbed her head deep and took all 7 inches down her throat. All I was able to see was her long blonde hair and her soft youthful face working slowing in sync up and down. I finally couldn't take it any more as I came as hard as I had done five minutes earlier. There was cum all over her lips as she looked up at me with those deep blue eyes. For good measure she gave me one last toe squeeze and once again, one last dribble of cum came out of my cock. She thoroughly cleaned and licked my cock clean while I faded back into Lala land.


White Boys' Burden

by BBuster111

Story is entirely fictional. DO NOT READ if you are under 18 or are offended by violent and sexual content.

Part 1 The Capture

Mark and his friend Jonathan had just gotten back home from this afternoon’s college courses. They were both excited about the prospect of going to a Pearl Jam concert that evening. The only trouble was, they didn’t have any tickets! The two boys were just lounging around when Mark picked up the paper and scanned it. He took a look at the classifieds and couldn’t believe his eyes!

"Hey Jon, look at this! Two Pearl Jam tickets available for $90, must sell fast." Jonathan was doubtful.

"The same day? I’m sure they are gone by now, especially at that price." The price was higher than the normal ticket price, but not by much.

"Well, I’m trying anyway," Mark responded. He called the number and found out that the tickets were still available if they could come over right away. They were given an address, but it was in a bad part of town. Jonathan was still doubtful, but Mark finally won him over. The two boys got in Mark’s Camaro and cruised into town.

It was in a poor black neighborhood, and the boys were nervous. They knocked on the door of the house, and a young black woman answered it and asked suspiciously, "Yes, what do you want?"

Mark looked around nervously and then said, "We’re here about the tickets?" The woman smiled then and opened the door, inviting the boys in. The place was nicely furnished, especially compared to the shabby looks of the neighborhood. Arlene looked the two boys over. From the outside, they looked to be the right type. If they were not, she would quickly say that the tickets were not available any more.

"Can I get you something, uh…" She paused to get their names.

"Oh, I’m Mark and this is Jonathan. We’re OK, could we get the tickets? $90, right?" Mark responded.

Arlene paused and then told the two to have a seat while she got the tickets. She spent a moment to look the two boys over again. Mark was 19 years old, and about 5 10" tall. He had a medium build, possibly a bit on the heavy side but not fat at all. His face was good-looking but not terribly handsome, with a nice young face of good proportions. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair, parted in the middle. He had one of those bowl cuts, with very short cut hair on the sides and the back, with straight hair of somewhat longer length on top. He wore a college sweatshirt with loose fitting jeans and some kind of casual wear shoes.

His buddy Jonathan was smaller and wiry. 18 years old, 5 8" tall and on the thin side. He seemed to have a boyish body, but with some nicely defined muscles as if he had started working out recently. He had a good-looking face, with short brown hair all the way around and bright green eyes. He wore beige Dockers and a normal dress style shirt and docksiders. He might have been a trifle on the nerdy side, especially with the black digital watch he wore, but he was a cute guy anyway. They were handsome enough, so she decided to go for it.

"Howard," she called, "I need those tickets." This was the signal. A large black man came out and moved towards the pair. Mark was still standing, but Jonathan had taken a seat. Howard came in and paused, then sat down next to Jonathan. Before the boys could even get a word out, the two attacked. Yeah, it was possible to capture them by just pulling out a gun, but that was no fun! Besides, sometimes the boys they caught would try to be heroes; that was something they didn’t need! This method took the fight out of the guys fast, and combined with total surprise it was almost fool proof. Mark was just standing there, close to Arlene but looking at Howard, who was supposed to have the tickets. Arlene took a moment to aim, then brought back her foot. She then kicked forward, putting a lot of force into the kick but not so much as to damage the boy. Her foot landed dead on in the boy’s crotch, and smashed upwards into his balls and the pelvis. The loose jeans took some of the force out of the blow, but not much. Mark was lifted bodily and backwards as he reflexively doubled up. Mark never even saw the blow but felt it. At first there was no pain; he was just stunned. Mark hung there for several seconds doubled up but standing, his hands clutching towards his crotch. He couldn’t even say anything or even breathe. Then the pain hit him. It was like a wave of agony in his groin and stomach unlike anything else he had ever felt. With the pain came a terrible nausea, and his muscles went weak and he felt sick from the pain. All this hit him in an instant, and he let out a whimper and a groan as he turned away and stumbled, then fell to the floor on his knees. Now his hands clutched at his groin and he coughed and began to retch uncontrollably. Oh no, anything but my balls! Mark thought as he panicked. What was going on? Arlene watched and enjoyed as the boy dropped to the floor. It really turned her on when she brought a cute white boy down with one kick. Now she casually walked over to the young man, who was still on the floor, and she brought out the chloroform. She grabbed his neck and slammed the cloth onto his mouth and nose. Mark tried to struggle but it was over quickly and he blacked out. While Arlene was taking out Mark, it was Howard’s job to take out Jonathan. Sitting next to the boy, the larger man got close and put his arm around the boy’s neck. Jonathan pulled his hands up in surprise, trying to get the lock off of his neck and twisting in the chair. Howard took his right hand, and brought it down hard between the struggling boy's legs. Jonathan’s face turned white and his breath whooshed out as the large fist slammed into his testicles and then clawed. The iron fingers found his soft, loose balls and began to crush them. Jonathan tried to pry the hand off or sink into the cushions to escape the claw, but to no avail. Finally he let go and allowed the young man to sink to the floor. The pain had hit Jonathan hard, but he had been hit in the balls before and knew the worst would soon pass. He tried to recover, but then his arms were grabbed and held back behind his body. Howard held him now, as Arlene was finishing off Mark. She came now over to Jonathan, and the boy raised his head, looked into her eyes and pleaded, "What (cough) is going on?" Arlene looked down into his gorgeous green eyes and could not resist. The boy was well endowed, his dick was visible through his loose pants and she could even see the outline of his balls where the pants were folded in from being crushed by Howard. She aimed and kicked, aiming for his balls and scoring dead on. Jonathan could see it coming but was unable to move because he was held fast by the larger man. He cried out as the pain hit again, this time it was so bad he was ready to vomit. He twisted with pain and retched uncontrollably. Howard let him go and he fell to the floor and then they rendered him unconscious as an anticlimax.

The two unconscious boys were bound and then brought to their secret lair, where they would enjoy them in the festivities of the next day. They had to capture two more, and they had something set up for that. Their group also dealt drugs, for profit mostly but it also gave them some opportunities. A couple of young studs from the suburbs would be coming down to try to score some dope. They planned to rob them of more than just their money today. The first time they had done this, it was done for a good reason, but now they would pick guys they liked and capture them. Today’s boys were about the same age as the two college boys, but a little more streetwise and not students. One of the boys styled himself a tough guy. His name was Vince, and he was 18 years old, 5 9" tall and well muscled. He worked mostly on his upper body, his legs were a bit thinner than you might expect but not too much so. He had long, shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. His face was good looking and masculine, but not a model type. He even had a cross tattoo that he wore on his left arm. He liked to wear tank tops to show off his muscles, and tight jeans with a prominent bulge. He came around with his sidekick, a young man of the same age that seemed to like hanging out with Vince. His name was Jason, and he was quiet but very handsome. He had dark red hair, parted in the middle and straight. It was very short cut on the sides and not long, but had more length on the top as was fashionable now. It looked good on the boy's 5 10", thin but muscled frame. He had light blue eyes and a strong face, masculine but boyish at the same time.

That night the two boys came strolling in on time, ready to make the deal. Vince was indeed wearing a yellow tank top and white and black high top sneakers. Jason wore loose gray sweats that showed off the outline of his genitals. He wore a tank top like his buddy, but it was black with the "Kool" cigarette logo in bright yellow-green. He also wore a gold necklace with some sort of pendant and a pair of white Nikes. He was much thinner than Vince, but his arms showed some reasonable muscles despite being thin. This time they made it simple. They pulled out their guns and immediately tried to capture the two youths. This one was easy; Jason folded fast and was almost crying with fear. Vince was pissed, but figured the worst was he was just getting ripped off. He tried to reason with them, telling them that their business would suffer from ripping them off. They cuffed Jason quickly and put a hood over his head, but then Vince got scared and resisted being cuffed. He broke from Howard and tried to run, but Arlene’s friend Tanya was at the door. Vince saw the girl, and prepared to brush her aside, but she blocked his clumsy swing and kneed him in the groin. Vince was stunned, but the pain seemed not to faze him at that moment and he pushed her against the door desperately. Then she kneed him in the balls again hard, and a moan escaped his lips as the pain and nausea now hit hard. He fell back and clutched his groin as Tanya let him go. Vince’s face grimaced in pain and he dropped to the floor, moaning "my balls “ He was then quickly bound and captured like Jason. They were now ready for the festivities tomorrow. All four boys were brought to the Lair and jailed, but given a chance to rest. They were each jailed separately and their questions went unanswered as they rested until the following night. Each of the boys had no idea what was going on, but their balls recovered (Jason was the only lucky one) and pain was replaced by fear, panic and uncertainty. They were finally brought out cuffed into a large room with a mat and placed each on one side with a large, silent black man as a guard. Each of the black men could easily overpower the boys, and there were other black men and women around the ring as well. They were not permitted to talk, and they had figured out during the day it was better not to.

Part 2 The Lair

Jason, Vince, Mark and Jonathan were now all gathered together around the mat, and Arlene got started. There were also a couple of video cameras set up, taking down the action for later enjoyment and sale. Never miss a chance for profit! Arlene chose her first victim, Mark. She directed the handcuffs to be taken off, and Mark stood up. She warned him "Don t say a word until we say you can." Mark gulped and complied. He was nervous and thinking, what the hell is going on? She drew a card, and she pulled Jason up and uncuffed him as well. She took Mark aside, and her friend Tanya took aside Jason. They both explained to the boys that they had to fight each other and the winner would be determined by the first guy to nail the other in the balls. If there was not what was deemed to be a fair fight, they would both pay for it dearly and regret it. Jason was scared and uneasy, but Tanya convinced him to try. Mark started asking the wrong questions, but a sharp look from Arlene made him shut up. He agreed.

Now Mark and Jason circled one another. They were dressed just as they had been captured, and were both about the same height. Mark was a bit heavier, however. They both seemed to delay, but finally got closer and Mark took a swing. Neither of the boys had any real fighting ability. Mark hit Jason on the chin, but it glanced off as Jason jerked back. Then Mark gave a clumsy kick that missed Jason completely and threw him off balance. Jason tried to grab his foot but he was late and missed, then he moved in to punch Mark. Mark blocked his blow and moved in with more energy, grabbing at Jason and putting him in a weak headlock as the two grappled. Mark tried to knee Jason in the groin but failed, and Jason broke free of his headlock after hitting Mark a few times in the gut and kidneys. As Mark fell back, Jason hit him with a good punch in the nose. Mark grabbed at his nose and briefly screamed, a trickle of blood running down as he stumbled back. Now Jason kicked at Mark’s exposed groin but Mark dropped his hands down and protected himself in time. Jason came at him with a yell, trying to hit him hard and knock him down, but by now Mark was angry as well. The two smashed into each other, but Jason got the best of it as his knee caught Mark hard in the gut. Mark’s breath whooshed out of him as he reflexively doubled up, and Jason grabbed his neck, jerking him to the floor and landing hard on top of the stunned boy.

Then Jason sat on top of him and punched him in the face several times until Mark just lied there stunned and bleeding. Now Jason remembered that he needed to nail Mark in the balls to win. He backed off slightly and punched Mark hard in the balls, nailing them solidly. Mark grunted as the fist slammed into his testicles, then curled up on his side and moaned as he clutched his balls. He was beaten, so Jason got up. He was tired and a little frightened of the way he could beat a guy up like that. He had never done something like that before, but it sort of gave him a rush.

The audience was not too impressed, but Arlene nodded that it was acceptable, and pulled Mark aside to treat him for the next round. In a couple of minutes, they stopped the bleeding and Mark’s balls felt better. He had not been hit as hard as he had the day before, so he felt he could survive. In fact, he wanted another crack at Jason. However, his punishment for losing would now have to be paid. He was forced to strip to his shorts. Mark stood up again in front of everyone and took his clothes off. First he took off his sweatshirt, revealing a smooth chest with just a little bit of hair on the lower belly and the chest. He was a bit heavy but neither fat nor muscular but rather in between. Then he took off his shoes, white socks and only had his jeans on. He was a little embarrassed, but then he took off his jeans. He wore a pair of white jockey shorts, and they seemed a bit tight on him. His balls were cupped at the bottom and his dick was sticking above, actually somewhat out and creating a small tent. His genitals looked about average in size, possibly a bit smaller than average but not by much. Still, he smiled then and his boyish charm came through his hazel eyes and the haircut looked good on him. The watchers liked his attitude and applauded. Then they directed him to sit down as the next fight took place.

The next round would feature the other two young men, Vince and Jonathan. It looked like Vince was a lot larger than Jonathan, since he was heavier, Taller and more muscular than the other young man. However, they would see. Jonathan was a bit tougher than he looked, and had some training in fighting since he was in the ROTC at college. He did not have much, though. Vince had won a few fights himself, but tended to be more of a bully than a real fighter. They both faced off, Vince in his tight jeans and Jonathan in his loose Dockers. They both went for each other in a quick flurry of fists. First Vince connected, then Jonathan connected just as hard. They each backed off again for a moment, then went at it again. Vince was pissed, and he grabbed Jonathan in a headlock, manhandling the smaller boy with his superior weight and upper body strength. He pushed the smaller boy towards the edge of the mat, but they had been told not to leave the mat. They were told that they would likely be "punished" if they did. In any case, the mat was large and it was not likely they would. Jonathan tried to break free, aiming some knee lifts into the larger blonde’s groin but missing. It did, however, cause Vince to lose his loosen his hold somewhat. Vince remembered the goal, so he let go and kicked at Jonathan’s groin but missed. Jonathan swung another punch but it failed to do much damage. Both of the combatants backed off for a moment, but Vince attacked quickly after that. He came in hard, but Jonathan used a move he had learned in training. He slammed his palm upwards and hard into the larger boy’s nose, catching him by surprise. Vince screamed and his head snapped back, his hands covering up his nose in pain. As Vince just stood there, Jonathan pulled back his foot and threw his weight into a hard kick that connected with the large bulge in the blonde’s pants. "Thwack!" The foot connected and Vince howled, covering his busted balls and stumbling backwards. He coughed and retched, doubled up and trying to stay up, but the pain hit too hard and he fell to the ground cursing, his strength useless now. Soon he was just moaning, curled up in a fetal position. Jonathan had won, and he was a bit elated. He was sent back to his corner and a few minutes passed. They helped Vince back off the mat, fixed his bleeding nose and gave him a few more minutes to recover. Then he was forced back to the mat, and still holding his balls and scowling, they made him strip. "Fuck all of you bastards!" he raged. Tanya looked askance at his breach and smiled. He would be punished for that! For now she waited, and Vince reluctantly stripped. He sat down, since his nuts still ached, and he pulled off his sneakers first, then his tank top. His chest was well muscled and perfectly smooth. Then he stood up again with a small groan, and quickly yanked his jeans down and stepped out of them. He wore a tight pair of white briefs, with a heavy set of balls below and a good-sized dick tucked in above. As he made to go, Tanya stepped onto the mat and stopped him, saying, "You had some tough words to say back there. Care to back them up?" Tanya was the same bitch who had busted his balls the day before. She was a small but large busted black girl, but her wiry frame had some strong muscles and incredible speed. She was also a trained fighter as well. Vince just turned and scowled at her, but then he looked a bit unsure and murmured, "sorry… I " Then Tanya gave him a hefty open handed slap. Vince was stunned by the slap and put his hand up to his reddened cheek. She then demanded, "Beg me to forgive you, pussy boy! Or fight me if you dare." This pissed him off and Vince attacked her, just as she had intended him to. His punch was backed by a lot of force, but she blocked it and shunted that power aside, opening up the young man to her counter attack. She hit him with a full force kick in his balls, and it visibly crushed them up into his pelvis as it threw him up and back bodily. The pain hit Vince immediately and he was stunned. He doubled up and spasmed, clutching his balls again as his mouth worked but he could only produce a soft mewling sound. Tanya watched as he turned away and slowly dropped to his knees, then began to retch and writhe on the floor in agony. Then she came up behind him, and yanked off his briefs. A couple of the large men then grabbed the downed by his arms, and dragged him off slowly on his back. His large pink dick was now out and flopping around with his large reddened and swelling balls. His legs still were twitching in pain and he was softly moaning and occasionally coughing. They brought him back to his corner to let him rest and recover.

The two winners were now asked to fight each other. It would be the thin red headed Jason against the surprisingly tough Jonathan. It looked like a good match. Jason moved in first and jabbed at Jonathan, striking him in the nose as his opponent tried to land a body punch. Jonathan was a bit stunned, but recovered quickly and the two grappled with each other. Jason landed some kidney punches and the two wrestled with each other, each trying to get the advantage on the other. Then Jonathan kneed Jason in the balls, and it hit his loose sack in the boy’s sweatpants. Jason fell back and put has hands to his groin, but the impact was not too severe. Jonathan hesitated, not sure of whether he had scored, but then Jason recovered and attacked again. Jonathan jumped him before he could regain his balance, and jerked his arm behind his back in a strong hold as the two hit the floor. Jason’s arm was in agony, and he twisted desperately to break free as they fall, ending up on his back but clear of the hold. Jonathan lost the hold, but grabbed at the redhead’s throat and throttled him. Jason was struggling to break free but having trouble until Jonathan broke his grip to start punching. This was a mistake because Jason was able to throw him off balance with his leg and twist to his stomach and break free. As he tried to get back up, Jonathan kicked him in the ribs but he got up and turned back to keep fighting. Jon struck again, punching Jason in the jaw but failed to connect hard. Nevertheless, Jason was still off balance and Jon got him into a headlock. Jason was desperate now, he knew he was losing but he could not get an opening. He punched and aimed for the groin, but hit Jon in the lower belly hard. The punch made Jon lose his breath and let go of the hold as he doubled up reflexively. Jason tried to kick him in the groin but was blocked. Then Jason took advantage of the fact that Jon was covering his groin and landed a hard punch in the boy’s nose. It struck hard as Jonathan cried out and fell to the floor holding his bloody nose. Jason did not waste a second. Jason had fallen on his stomach, but Jason kicked him from the rear, hitting between the legs and slamming into his soft testicles. Jonathan let out a cry of pain, and grabbed his balls and fell to his side, coughing and moaning. "Fuck, my balls!" he cried out as he lay there still bleeding from the nose and moaning. The fight was called as a victory for Jason, and after a short time Jonathan was told to strip like the others had. He looked sullen, but quickly stripped to his boxer shorts. His genitals hung loose in the patterned shorts, but only a small outline could be seen when he was holding his balls. He was completely smooth and on the thin side, including his ass, but had some decent muscles on his wiry frame. He still wore his black digital watch.

Now that the boy-to-boy fighting was over, Arlene realized that Jason had kept his balls pretty intact, even during capture. They had been only slightly bruised during that last fight, and she had liked the expression on his face when it had happened. Now he was challenged to fight her, no holds barred. Jason was reluctant to fight at first, but he was angry at his treatment and figured that he could get back at his captors. He agreed and was anxious to fight. Arlene was 24 years old, about 5 9"(taller than her friend) but had a sleek, strong female body with medium sized breasts. She wore a skimpy outfit that gave her good freedom of movement and showed her muscular legs and arms. She wore a pair of shoes with some heavy soles and heels (her "ball-kickers" she called them). She sized the boy she faced up, and figured that she would really try to enjoy this. She particularly liked the way you could clearly see his genitals outlined in his sweatpants. It was such a tempting target!

Jason moved on the girl carefully, then jabbed at her hard. The punch would have landed hard, but Arlene expertly blocked it. She then attempted to kick, but Jason backed off and she missed. Now Jason tried to close with the smaller woman and wrestle her in order to bring his superior weight to bear. He was stopped short by a sharp punch in the gut. Arlene’s fist dug deeply into the boy’s diaphragm and smashed the breath out of him. Jason fell to the floor holding his gut as he involuntarily doubled up. He gasped for breath as his mouth worked. It would be easy for Arlene to finish him now, but she enjoyed playing with her victims and let him recover. After Jason caught his breath, he stormed back to his feet and attacked again without hesitation. He knew he was outclassed but he was hurt, angry and maybe she would make a mistake. He also subconsciously could not believe that an unarmed girl could defeat him. He managed to close and punch her in the side, but she moved out of his path, slapping him across the face and then kicking him hard in the side of his knee. This made Jason fall to the ground, and as he stumbled to regain his feet she tried to kick him between the legs from the rear. However his legs closed just as she struck and she ended up kicking him in the ass. It still hurt and was sure humiliating, everyone laughed as he fell from the kick. She waited again for him to rise and taunted, "Come on, sweet thing. I’m not done with you yet!" Jason turned red and rose again, then charged. His attack flailed all over the place with desperate fury, all kicks and punches. The sheer randomness of the attack was difficult for Arlene to block, and several blows landed, including a punch to her breast and the mouth. Arlene fell back defensively and tumbled away, regaining her feet quickly. Jason kept coming, and was already there as she got back up. He hurled a powerful kick towards her upper chest, hoping to crush her. It struck but was off the mark, Arlene was able to absorb the attack and redirect the force; finally she ended up with a strong grip on Jason’s foot and he hung there spread-eagled for a brief moment. That was the only moment she needed. She kicked hard at Jason’s exposed groin, and felt her toe hit him in his loose balls. Jason grabbed for his crotch and twisted his foot out of her grasp, but as he fell to his knees he barely felt the pain. His balls had missed the full impact of the kick because they were so loose, and he had so much adrenaline going he could ignore the pain that he did feel. In truth, had he not been fighting the pain would have been devastating, but now he shrugged it off and got up again. Arlene was enjoying the fight, and she knew he was not yet broken. With one hand on his nuts, Jason’s blue eyes flashed and he got up still swinging. This time Arlene was ready and she grabbed his flailing fist and twisted the same arm that had been twisted earlier. Jason screamed now, and tried to escape by swinging with his left hand and turning back towards the black girl. Arlene quickly blocked his left hand, and now with Jason facing her, she kicked forwards and up. Her hard shoes slammed into his loose sweatpants and connected hard with the boy’s genitals. This kick was brutal, but at first Jason was only stunned as he grabbed his crotch and doubled up. Arlene let him go, watching his face work as the pain started to hit. Jason fell to his knees and let out a cough that sounded like he was about to vomit. That was the way Jason felt. His balls felt like they had been crushed completely and now the pain hit hard. As Jason dropped and began to moan and sob, he fell to his side and Arlene came up and grabbed his sweatpants. She yanked them down, and was surprised that the boy was wearing no underwear. She finished yanking them off, revealing his genitals even though he tried to cover them. He had a nice sized penis and very loose balls, both about the same color as his light, slightly reddish-pink skin. His balls were visibly swollen, however, and hung loosely between his legs as he writhed around in pain. All he had on now was his tank top and Reeboks. He seemed to have a little bit of reddish belly hair that came up from his crotch hair, and his legs had the same delightful reddish hair as well. Arlene spent a few moments tormenting the boy, pulling his head up by his hair and exposing him in several ways. Jason still thrashed around but the pain was too great for him to defend himself. Finally his arms were both grabbed and he was dragged off back to his corner.

What to do next? Well, to make it fair, they decided that it would take two guys to equal one of the girls, so they brought back Mark and Jonathan the college boys to fight Tanya. Both boys were in their shorts still, and Tanya was scantily clad just like Arlene. She was a bit smaller, but just as tough. Jonathan then told them he did not want to fight her, but they threatened him with extreme pain if he refused so he finally decided that it would be best to go along. At least this way they had a chance, and it was two on one after all. Mark and Jonathan spoke briefly, then split up to attack from two sides. Tanya feinted, then spun towards Jonathan and kicked at his groin. She missed, but caught him in the lower belly. Jon grunted, but then managed to punch and connect hard with the girl’s jaw. Tanya spun away, and Mark moved in to attack, attempting to grab her in a headlock. This was a mistake, as she brought down her left arm and clawed at his testicles. She failed to grab them but her punch gave Mark a sharp jolt of pain. He let go with an involuntary "ughhh " and spun away holding his nuts with a pained expression on his face. It was not fast enough, though, because Jon had come back and hit her in the chest with a hard punch, knocking her back. Then Jon gave her a dose of her own medicine, kicking her hard between the legs and crushing her delicate cunt. Tanya screamed shrilly and fell down from the sharp pain and the force of the blow. Mark was still doubled over, breathing hard and trying to recover from the renewed pain in his balls. He just felt sort of sick and the desire to fight left him completely. Jon continued the attack alone, sensing victory. Jon jumped on top of the black girl, grabbing her arms and trying to put her in a hold. He got one arm but could not get a hold yet. As the boy struggled to hold her, Tanya twisted and elbowed him in the gut, but he ignored it and kept going. Jon yanked on the arm he had, but Tanya was able to shift her position to avoid a bad injury. Then she got a foot loose and kicked the side of Jon’s face. Jon fell off of her, but recovered and kicked back hard, trying to stomp on the girl. He missed as the girl grabbed his leg and tried to kick him in the groin, so he backed off and went to get Mark’s help. "Come on, you asshole! Help me out here!" he screamed. Mark finally got a hold of himself and moved to help, but by then Tanya had recovered. It was harder than she had thought it would be to nail these two guys! "Come on! Let s get her!" Jonathan cried and the two moved in on Tanya together. Tanya waited until the two got close to her and then dodged as the two tangled with each other’s attacks. Then she saw an opening and kicked at Jonathan, slamming his loose balls in his boxer shorts upwards and into his crotch. Jonathan’s mouth opened and worked as it attempted to scream, but instead he dropped almost silently to the floor as his hands clutched his balls. They felt like they had just both exploded; the pain was excruciating. Mark tried to punch her now, but she moved and the punch hit only air. As the boy went off balance, she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Mark fell to his knees in the hold, and the fight went out of him. His buddy Jonathan was curled up on the floor, clutching his balls and sobbing, and his own balls still felt none too good as his arm was being twisted. Mark cried out "Please, I give " and Tanya just laughed. She let him go then, and commanded him "Get up and give me your shorts!" Mark got up, looking weak and beaten, and pulled his shorts off slowly. He handed them to her, as she looked him over. He was about average sized, maybe a bit smaller but not too much so, and his balls were hanging nicely below his dick a bit bruised and red from their recent abuse. Then she continued and directed Mark to strip his buddy Jonathan. Mark balked and said "Wait let him do that " He did not seem to want to do anything like that to his buddy. Tanya walked right up to Mark toe to toe. It was a bit odd, she was several inches shorter than the boy and he outmassed her considerably, but he was the one who was afraid. He just looked at her, and she reached down and grabbed his testicles, yanking them downwards but not terribly hard. To Mark it was hard enough! He turned white and coughed as the pain and nausea hit again, bending to relieve the pressure and grabbing at her hands. He pleaded with her "Oh no (cough), please “ Tanya let up on the pressure and asked him again "Take your buddy’s shorts off, give them to me, and spread him on his back with his hands away from his balls. Got that?" Mark just nodded and she let go. He took a moment longer, still holding his balls and breathing heavily, then he went over to Jonathan. He quickly yanked off the boy’s boxers, handing them to Tanya, and then tried to put his friend on his back. Jonathan resisted, starting to stir, but Tanya came over and gave him a sharp kick in the kidneys. Jonathan cried out in pain, and Mark looked up at her angrily, but then quickly looked away again in fear and moved to put his friend on his back. This time he was able to, and he grabbed both of his buddy’s arms and pulled them back. Tanya directed him to hold both his arms. Jonathan’s genitals were now fully exposed, and looked quite large especially on his thin frame. Under his large dick hung a big set of loose, now red and swelling balls. Jonathan just lied there and squirmed around, bringing his legs in and out trying to relieve the pain he still acutely felt.

Tanya and the rest looked for a moment, and then decided what to do. A large black man came up and replaced Mark, pinning Jonathan’s arms back. Then Tanya commanded Mark "Suck your buddy’s cock and make it hard." Mark just looked at her with disbelief. He stammered "I, I can’t do that please " He made sure his hands were covering his balls when he said that, too. Tanya slapped him hard, making his cheek turn bright red and then grabbing his hair with her other hand. "Do it!" she commanded again. Mark was too frightened to resist as she yanked him to his knees and put his face down in Jonathan’s crotch. "Just start sucking. You know what to do!" she directed as she still held his head by his hair. Mark tentatively put his buddy’s large, flaccid cock in his mouth and started to suck on it. Jonathan just lied there and felt it happen. He was in too much shock to even think about it, but soon he felt a response despite the pain he felt.

Mark was disgusted, almost gagging several times, but he kept on sucking because he was too afraid not to. After a few minutes, Jonathan’s cock was reasonably well engorged, and Tanya pulled his head off. Now she said. Since you are so good at that, now its time to suck Bo’s dick!" A huge black guy came up to Mark and jerked him over. He had pulled down his pants to reveal a gigantic, semi-erect and uncut black cock. Mark was stunned at its size, but the strong hands soon put his mouth down on it and forced him to start sucking. Mark sucked for a time but finally gagged in disgust and came off of the cock, trying to wriggle free.

In the mean time, Tanya had mounted Jonathan’s erect cock and started to screw him while she grabbed his tortured balls and twisted. It was a mixture of extreme pain with pleasure, and Jonathan could not help but keep his erection even as it felt like his balls were being destroyed. His legs squirmed uselessly, trying to break free but he couldn’t. Soon Tanya was reaching orgasm and Jonathan was about to as well. She quickly pulled herself free and Jonathan shot his load all over his belly. As Jonathan shot his load, Tanya brought back her foot and kicked him sharply in the balls. The boy screamed as his nuts were smashed at the same time he was cumming. As she masturbated herself watching, she kicked him again and his body spasmed in the agony, cum still dribbling from his cock. He began to retch but since they had not fed the boys there was little vomit. He was twitching and writhing and trying to vomit at the same time, and the man who held him decided to let him go. Jonathan just curled up, his body still retching and writhing in agony. Tanya was watching and pleasuring herself at the spectacle.

While Tanya finished off Jonathan, Bo had to deal with Mark. The boy had pulled himself away, so Bo struck him in the nose, sending him reeling with a broken, bleeding nose. Then he reached down and grabbed the boy’s small testicles and dragged him by his sack as Mark howled in agony. Bo had Mark by the balls, and jerked him onto his stomach, still squeezing his sack mercilessly. Mark began to retch and tried to vomit, but nothing would come out. Then Bo held his hair with one hand, his balls with the other, and jammed his giant throbbing cock into the college boy’s ass. He buried it deep inside the boy’s insides, feeling stuff tear as he did. He used the boy’s tortured sack as leverage, so that if the boy tried to pull his ass free it crushed his own balls even worse! It was agony either way. The pain was incredible as Mark felt himself invaded and violated. It felt like a red-hot iron poker was being shoved up his ass as he was repeatedly invaded. Bo continued to fuck the tortured boy, and finally he came a huge load. Some of it pumped into Mark’s insides, and then he pulled out, shooting some on his ass, his back and finally with a rearward yank he shot the remainder on the boy’s swelling sack. He let go as he spent himself, and Mark began to sob and cry, begging "Oh God, no. Please, no more "Bo wasn’t done yet. He grabbed the helpless boy’s two arms and yanked them upwards and together as he felt joints and tendons begin to strain and snap the grip was so strong. Mark’s ass hung in the air, and his toes spread the boy’s legs until his swollen sack hung visibly between his legs. Then he brought back his foot and kicked hard, slamming it into Mark’s already crushed balls. The first shot smacked into them but they failed to bust. He kicked again, then again and he finally felt one burst. Mark was beyond mere pain as he reached previously unknown levels of pain as he gagged and retched with his face jammed in the mat. As one ball burst, another black guy in the audience was masturbating and came up to the boy, shooting his wad onto Mark’s ass and his half ruined nut sack. Bo kicked again, brutally hard, but the remaining nut slipped aside and into the boy’s asshole, barely surviving. Bo decided to end it, and he let Mark down clutching his almost totally ruined manhood.

Both Jonathan and Mark were now dragged away to be disposed of. They were not killed, but just thrown naked out the door of a van in the suburbs where they had come from. Believe me, the housewife that found Mark was a little bit shocked, as were the schoolgirls who found the naked Jonathan! Mark was treated at the hospital and eventually recovered, but he was sterile and had to get a prosthetic testicle. Jonathan was not as badly ruined, but his fertility would suffer as well in the future. Neither boy could give the police any convincing leads, and in fact at first Jonathan was almost charged with exposing himself! However, that story is over, and we left the fate of the other two still up in the air. They grabbed the two naked and beaten boys, Jason and Vince, and soon had Jason totally stripped and Vince tied up on his back spread-eagled with his legs in the air. His large balls and dick just hung there fully exposed with his pink asshole puckered underneath. Then they told Jason he had a choice. He could fuck Vince in the ass, or they would let Vince go and have him get fucked in the ass. If Vince declined the honor, Bo would take his place. Jason was mortified, but had to agree since the alternative was far worse. He had some understandable trouble getting aroused, but Arlene helped him by taking off her shirt and waving her jiggly black tits around. They also gave him some Vaseline and let him lube up Vince’s dry asshole. Vince squirmed around but did not say much as he feared getting hurt again. Finally Jason took the plunge, and began to screw his buddy in the ass. Jason tried to think of it as a vagina and that he was fucking the black girl instead, but then they jerked his head down and made him look at Vince’s genitals. "You like fucking his ass, don t you?" Arlene taunted him. "No, you re making me do it." Jason said. "Well you don t have to, you know, if you don t want to." She replied reasonably. Jason fell for it, and said "Really? Well then I won’t" and he pulled out. With that Arlene yanked his head back by his hair and he stumbled back, dick still at attention. Curtis was nearby, and he instantly kicked the exposed Jason in his balls again. The kick was so hard that Jason was hurled into Arlene and she almost fell from the force of the blow. Jason lost all his breath, dropped to the floor as the agony hit like a red tidal wave. He wanted to vomit but only bile flowed, and he desperately felt for his balls. Oh my God, he thought, I’m ruined! He felt his balls and they were crushed, one of them at least had been ruptured from the incredible force in that kick. Arlene kept her grip on his hair, and was handed a huge dildo that she now slammed up his dry asshole. She fucked him with the dildo for a while, stretching his rectum for Curtis, who now bent over to screw the boy. He fucked Jason hard in the ass, screwing him into the ground as he humped him hard, finally shooting his entire load up his rectum. In the mean time, there was a group of about five remaining black guys who got ready to gang bang Vince.

One would come up to Vince and give him a kick in his meaty balls. Vince would howl as his balls were crushed, and then the black guy would fuck his ass for a about a minute, sometimes kneading his bruised balls, sometimes not. Each guy took his turn, and each time Vince got kicked in the balls again. Not too hard to crush his balls, but the cumulative affect began to tell. Vince was sobbing as he writhed in his bonds, unable to escape the ineluctable destruction of his manhood. By the second round, each guy started to cum. In his ass, on his belly, and all over his swelling balls. The last guy now came up to him, and his kick burst one of his balls finally. He fucked Vince in the ass as he twisted the remaining nut in his hand, and after he came, he turned and kicked once, then again and finally his last nut burst. Vince fell unconscious as his balls were completely destroyed. These two were thrown into a city alley naked. Several bums and other folks fucked the naked Jason again before he was finally picked up and brought to the hospital. Vince was completely ruined and became mentally deranged from the trauma and now thought he was a girl, but they were able to save Jason’s testicles somehow and he recovered from the experience.

Three Ninjas Get Kicked

By BBuster111

This Story is entirely fictional. DO NOT READ if you are under 18 or are offended by violent and sexual content. The story can be imagined to be similar to the 3 Ninja movies with the two main characters. Their friend Brad can be imagined to be another popular movie actor of about that same age and looks. Also thanks to a fellow author for the Dojo idea.

Three Ninjas Get Kicked: Chapter 1 Colt

Rocky and Colt were walking down the street with their new buddy Brad. They had left their little brother home because Brad wanted them to meet some girls and he was too young. Rocky was the oldest and had just turned 15, and his brother Colt was 13 but almost 14 now. Both of the fair-haired boys were wearing street clothes: just Jeans, sneakers and Polo shirts. The two good looking brothers were Ninjas. Their grandfather had taught them the art and they thought they were very good. They had been teaching their buddy Brad, who was 14, as well. Brad was tall for his age and had brown hair and brown eyes and a winning charisma. He was a bit of a street tough, and combined with his new martial arts training he was no slouch in a fight. Today, though, he was planning to meet these hot girls that had caught his eye. The girls also said that they knew a thing or two about martial arts, but he didn't buy that. After all, girls couldn't fight!

Here it was: The Dojo. It was a plain sort of building. The boys went in and waited for Brad to make the first move. There was nobody there in the corridor, so Brad opened the door to a large practice room and there were three girls there. The girls were scantily clad and practicing their martial arts, and the three boys just watched for a while. Brad and Rocky were starting to get hard looking at these hot chicks but Colt was a trying to ignore them. Colt wasn't so sure yet that he liked girls, but he soon found himself staring anyway. Finally the girls stopped and one of them moved over to greet the boys "Hi, Brad. Are these your "Ninja" friends?"

"Yeah" Brad smiled. "Tina, this is Rocky and his brother Colt. Those are their Ninja names." Rocky gave Tina a smile and shook her hand. She was hot! She must have been about 14 years old with long blonde hair, tall good looks and decent sized breasts for her age. Her legs were long and muscular and very powerful. In truth she was every bit as tall and as Brad and just as muscular. Colt gave her an embarrassed smile and waved "Hi" sheepishly. Tina introduced her two friends as Cynthia and Stephanie. Cynthia was a little shorter, about Colt's height, and maybe 13 years old with smallish breasts and short black hair. She was sort of cute but needed maybe a few more years to grow into herself. She was tautly muscular like a gymnast. Stephanie was the youngest and only maybe 12 or almost 13 years old. She had sort of reddish brown hair she wore medium length and fair skin. She was very thin and the shortest of the group, but she had a fluid grace about her that spoke of quickness and precision.

After the introductions, Tina casually asked the boys "So, I hear you boys are into martial arts. Would you care to go a few rounds with us girls?"

Brad just laughed but Rocky spoke seriously "Fighting girls would be against the Ninja code."

All three of the girls laughed at his remark until finally Cynthia said "Don't you guys know what Ninjas really were? They were Assassins! They killed people on the orders of the Emperor."

Colt was angry at these girls, making fun of Ninjas "Well, we could certainly handle You without any problems!" he retorted.

"Really, now? How about you back that up, little Colt" Cynthia challenged. Before the fight could start, Brad and Rocky tried to stop it and Tina intervened as well. Finally after much arguing, a challenge was agreed upon and accepted. The three guys would each fight the girls. Rocky was matched against Tina, Colt with Cynthia and finally Brad with young Stephanie. Brad did not at first want to fight Stephanie, but the boys pointed out that he had the least martial training of the three of them and Stephanie insisted that she was up to it. Brad reluctantly agreed.

As Cynthia prepared to meet Colt, she decided to up the ante and said "Care to make this more fun, boys? How about after each fall, the loser has to strip?" The boys looked stunned but quickly agreed when the prospect of naked girls was brought to mind. The particulars were then agreed on. Each fight went from full clothes, to undergarments (bra and panties for the girls) and then to nothing at all. Once naked, the fight was over but a rematch could be made after the other challenges were over. For fairness all were going to begin the fight barefoot.

The first grudge match was ready to go, Cynthia against Colt. Colt felt a bit restricted in his jeans, but he was not about to take them off. Cynthia wore sweat shorts and a loose T-shirt that gave her all the flexibility she would need. The two squared off.

"Hyaaa!!!" Colt yelled as he made his attack with a kick and a punch combination. Cynthia silently blocked both attacks and then countered with a roundhouse kick as she spun around. Colt was surprised that his attacks had been so easily blocked, so he ducked the kick too slowly and he was sent sprawling as her foot hit the side of his head. Colt was dazed but quickly recovered and sprang back to his feet in a combat crouch. Good thing he did as the next thing he heard was a high pitched "HeeeeYaaa!" as Cynthia hurled herself and a brutal kick straight at his face. Colt swung his head to the side just in time and Cynthia crashed into him. As she tried to regain her position, Colt hit her in the stomach with a hard punch and she grunted and fell down. Colt then waited and let her regain her feet.

As Cynthia got back up she remarked "Stupid Chivalry. You’ll regret it soon enough." Colt was pissed now and attacked hard, but his anger made him lose his cool and thus his concentration. Again Cynthia parried his attack and Colt ended up kicking in the wall. That hurt! Especially since it surprised him. As Colt pulled his foot from the small hole he had put in the wall, Cynthia's back was facing him. Instead of turning, though, Cynthia suddenly threw a hard back kick into Colt's groin before he could extricate his foot. Suddenly Colt felt this girl's foot smash him in his balls! Colt doubled over with an "Ugghhhh" and fell back as the pain washed up from his balls. Colt had been hit in his nuts before during karate practice and had not liked it! He felt sick to his stomach. Cynthia let her opportunity slide as she enjoyed watching Colt struggle in pain. Colt tried to steady himself on the wall but then he realized he should take the fall so he had time to recover. He slumped to the floor with a moan before Cynthia could renew her attack.

"You lose now strip!" she demanded.

"Hey, that was a low blow!" Rocky complained, but Brad and Tina both pointed out that only lethal blows had been outlawed, not dirty shots. Colt rested a few minutes, coughed once or twice and then got up and sullenly stripped to his shorts. He wore a tight pair of jockeys and his balls and penis could clearly be seen neatly tucked in. He was still rubbing his sore balls but figured he was ready for the next round.

"That was a lucky shot," Colt told Cynthia as he began the next round. Cynthia answered him by attacking with a yell. Colt was ready this time. He blocked her attack and kicked, scoring in her belly. As Cynthia fell back from the blow, Colt got her with a punch in the face. Cynthia fell back to the wall and sprang back, kicking low towards Colt's groin again. This time Colt was ready, and as he blocked her kick he kicked back and high. The kick took her in one of her tits and she went down in pain. Colt then came down on her back of her neck with a karate chop and she stayed down .

"Now its your turn to strip," Colt announced gleefully. With that round decisively won by Colt, he had his confidence back and was ready to finish her off in the final round. Cynthia dutifully stripped down to her bra and panties, and sort of played in front of the youth. Colt sort of gulped. He had never seen a half naked girl before and he was struggling to keep his composure (and his dick started to stiffen). Then she slipped off her bra.

Tina started to protest but Cynthia cut her off "I find this thing restricting" she said and winked to her friend secretly. Colt and the boys just stood with their mouths agape. Colt was quickly getting hard and gulped, losing his composure. He could not keep his eyes off of her young pert breasts! Cynthia noticed Colt's reaction, and his erection. Now she had him! She attacked, and this time Colt had trouble fending her off at first and she landed a blow to his mouth. As she moved in for a killing kick to his nads, Colt's automatic reflexes kicked in. He did a fast back flip and her kick swooshed through air.

"Heeya!" Colt yelled as he came back and scored with a hard kick to her ribs. As

Cynthia struggled to fight back, she drew Colt in close as he tried for a hold to make her submit. She carefully let Colt hold her, but blocked his attacks to anything but her tits. Colt grabbed and his hands found her soft breasts!!! Colt was mesmerized by the feel and she allowed him to feel her up as her nipples started to harden from his touch. As Colt was exploring, she was positioning herself for the blow.

"Yaaaaa!!!" she cried out, surprising Colt out of his stupor but too late! Another back kick found its way right into Colt's testicles and kept going, crushing his balls flat into his crotch. Colt let go of Cynthia's tits and grabbed his balls, gasping and choking as the pain hit him like an avalanche. Colt fell back and tried to use his Ninja training to ignore the pain and stay upright, but the pain was just too much and the idea of losing his manhood had him scared.

"Ohhh . my balls (cough) you bitch!" he moaned as he fell back trying to keep himself from falling. Cynthia kicked again. This kick caught the helpless Colt in the nose and he flew back. She had made sure not to kick too hard to kill him, but hard enough that his nose would break. Colt fell back and slumped against the wall, holding his bloody nose in shock. Before he could respond again, Cynthia gave him another vicious kick in his balls. They were well outlined below his still erect dick and made an easy target. As the pain hit Colt again, He just curled up with a whimper and then threw up on the floor. Cynthia watched him a few moments as the boys looked on in shock and the other girls started to giggle.

"Now, lets see what's left!" Cynthia cried as she yanked off the sobbing Colt's shorts. She couldn’t see much, since he was still holding himself, but then Rocky pushed her away as he moved in to help his brother.

"Leave him alone!" he demanded and helped his brother out. Cynthia left and the girls watched as the guys stopped his bleeding and then put Colt on his back and spread his legs to relieve the pressure on his balls. Colt was still crying and cupping his balls but they eventually got him to put his hands up, which was supposed to help. The girls got a good look at Colt then and enjoyed the view. Little Stephanie even giggled and put her hands to her mouth until Brad turned and glared at her. She had never seen a naked boy before! Those little balls in their sack sure looked silly and vulnerable! Then Rocky started to feel his brother's balls and sort of panicked. What if he was sterile?

"Oh god!" he blurted out as he began to panic. Brad was a little concerned but he figured that Colt had let his nads control him too much and this is what he got. He would not let the same happen to him.

Tina came to Rocky's side and offered her assistance. "I can check on him if you want since I know a little bit about it. I can tell if there is permanent damage." Rocky was reluctant but he finally relented and let her examine a still groaning Colt. She felt the young man's swelling balls gently and determined that they were whole. Colt was mortified that a girl was feeling him up, but when she whispered to him, "you’ll survive" he was relieved and began to feel the pain recede a bit. He also started to get turned on and hard again from her touch when she let go and announced "He's OK." Now that Rocky was satisfied that his brother would survive he challenged Tina, intent on getting revenge for his brother and fellow Ninja. Tina responded with a quick "Very well" and the two faced off.

Three Ninjas Get Kicked: Chapter 2 Rocky

Rocky was ready for the fight. He was a little upset about Colt’s humiliation, but he calmed himself down with a meditation technique. Tina was just as ready. She wanted a piece of this "Ninja" and then she had other plans for him. As they faced off, Rocky made the first move and struck at Tina. They both were good, and the fight was a stalemate as the two sparred, blocking each other blow for blow and kick for kick. However Rocky was slowly pushing Tina back, and she finally tripped on the edge of the mat. Rocky took the advantage and kicked, hitting Tina right in the solar plexus and following up with a quick karate chop. Tina was down without her breath, and she gave the round to Rocky. Rocky watched with a sparkle in his eye as his opponent stripped to her panties. Tina kept her bra on, however, but it still made Brad and Rocky horny to see the big girl half naked. She sure is a fox, Rocky thought, too bad I have to beat her.

In the next round, Rocky was trying to avoid the distraction that her half naked body was having on him. Shit! Rocky thought, I’m getting a boner! They had already begun to fight again, and again it was a very close fight. Rocky got distracted at one point, and a foot got through, hitting him in the gut. As Rocky strove to recover she hammered him with an uppercut and only his fast reactions prevented him from being nailed bad. As it was, her fist glanced off of his chin and Rocky almost fell. Now Tina aimed right for his balls, but Rocky jumped up into the air and brought his feet down both straight into her chest as her foot hit only air. The whole force of his body knocked Tina down and he landed on top of her, but she quickly rolled and threw Rocky off with the sweep of her long, powerful legs. The two both recovered and crouched, facing each other in a combat stance. Tina feigned that she was hurt, and swayed a bit as if she was having trouble. In truth, her tits were killing her and he might have bruised a rib with that kick, but she walled the pain off and ignored it. Seeing his chance, Rocky moved in for a killing kick with a Ninja yell of "Hyeeeaaaa!" However, Rocky's attack left him exposed and Tina was not in truth disabled. She ducked low and fell to her ass as his foot missed, grabbing Rocky's foot as she dropped. Using her hips to pinion her foot from the floor, she slammed her heel hard into Rocky’s crotch and scored! His tight jeans absorbed some of the blow, but the rest slammed into his balls hard and the force of his momentum added to the impact as Rocky felt the pain hit him. Like lightning, before Rocky could protect himself, she slammed her heel into his balls a second time. With a scream of disbelief and pain, Rocky dislodged his foot and clamped his hands on his throbbing balls and stumbled away. Tina watched as somehow Rocky held on, bobbing up and down until he finally fell to his knees. He was making tiny, high pitched mewling sounds. When he hit the ground, the nausea was terrible and Rocky could not believe the pain. He had never been hit in the balls except very slightly by accident, and now he knew how Colt felt! All his strength and will were being sucked out of him by the pain in his balls. He almost felt like throwing up and he retched a few times, but as he lay there he thought to himself "I’m a Ninja" and he fought back the pain and held it off. About five minutes

later, he felt he could walk again and he turned to see Tina looking at him dispassionately.

"Well?" she questioned.

"Ohhh yeah " Rocky replied and took his shirt and pants off. At 15, Rocky was starting to put on a bit more muscle and he looked pretty good to Tina and the girls. He also looked a bit bigger than his brother, even though he had lost his erection. His dick stood straight up in his jockey shorts and he was still cupping his sore balls underneath, but he had managed the pain and now he was ready again and mad.

Tina was confident. Just hit a boy where he was weak and he was yours. The Mistress was right. Males were inherently weak even Ninjas. This time she wasted no time; she went right for Rocky's balls with her first few attacks. First a kick, then a fist, then a knee, but Rocky blocked them all somehow and soon Tina got frantic. It looked just then like Rocky was faltering and she hit him with a punch in the face. It scored and Rocky fell back, but this time he was the one faking it. With a yell of "Aiiiieee" she kicked again, trying to crush his balls with a killer kick, but Rocky was ready and dodged like a snake, back-kicking her and hitting her in her cunt. This didn't hurt her as much as it would him, but it sure did hurt anyway!

Then as Tina was doubled up, "Yaaaa!" Rocky cried as he slammed her face with a double punch combination, sending her fling back with blood streaming from her nose. As Tina fought to recover, a few more body kicks continued to score against her and she soon hit the floor. She was still not ready to give to this boy, but when she tried to spring back up another "Hyaaa!" rang out and Rocky kicked her in her already sore gut, knocking her over. As he moved in to give her more, Tina gave. She waited a couple of minutes to recover from the pain and stop her nose bleeding. It was busted bad but not broken. Then she got up and proudly stripped naked. Rocky was full of adrenaline but seeing her nude still got him hard again. Brad was by now so hot from all this action he thought he would cream in his pants, but he was up next so he had to get ready. Even poor Colt, despite the pain he still had in his balls, got turned on again.

Tina looked at the wide eyed boys and remarked, "Boys. Rocky, this is not over yet. When Stephanie finishes off your buddy Brad there, I challenge you to a rematch!"

Rocky was surprised at her spunk but smiled. "Any time, and what shall be my reward when I win??" he asked with a leer.

"Whoever wins, will have to be the slave of the other" she replied steadily.

"Deal" Rocky quickly agreed. He could not wait to get his dick in that girl. Not a good Ninja thought, but he was horny and she had it coming!

"Its our turn, now!" Stephanie came up to challenge Brad.

"OK, little girl, have patience" Brad replied with a churlish grin.

Stephanie faced the boy and stated "That remark is going to cost you, Brad." Brad just laughed and got ready for the match.

Three Ninjas Get Kicked: Chapter 3 Brad

Brad took his shirt off, he wanted to be ready and free and he liked to fight shirtless. He knew that he would have to hit this girl hard and fast to win this fight. These girls were tougher than they looked and he had no intention of losing. Stephanie faced the older boy coolly and with a confidence that belied her years. They faced off and Brad made the first move. He attacked the girl hard but avoided overextending himself. Stephanie coolly avoided Brad's attacks with incredible quickness, but at the same time she was unable to counter attack. Brad saw that Stephanie was too quick to take down easily, so he tried to back her into a corner where she had less room to move.

Stephanie saw that she was in trouble, and she risked a hard attack, aiming a kick at Brad's groin and a punch at his throat. Brad neatly avoided both and hit the girl in the stomach hard. Despite the force of the blow, Stephanie managed to recover and she flipped out of the way of Brad's next attack like a gymnast. Brad anticipated her move, though (it was sheer luck really) and was there as she recovered. He slammed a fist into the girl's face and she went down hard, bleeding from the nose. Brad hesitated to continue, fearful of a trap, but Stephanie stayed down and she gave him the round.

Brad felt warm and flushed by his victory over the girl, and she stripped her young body down to her panties and bra. Despite her young age she was not too bad, he thought. Still, he was able to keep himself concentrating on the matter at hand. Stephanie realized that the older boy had the advantage unless she could use her speed. This meant she would have to be more aggressive this time. When they faced off, Brad was still trying to be careful so Stephanie attacked first. She came at him too hot to handle, and she caught him in the side of the head with a fast kick. Brad fell back and tried to counter attack, but she twisted out of his way and hit the boy in his kidney. The punch was surprisingly hard and Brad turned away in shock. Then Stephanie hooked her foot and tripped Brad. As he fell to the floor he tried to get back up, but her she kicked again and her foot caught him in his mouth. Brad went down again, but turned to his stomach to avoid a groin kick. She tried anyway and connected with his ass and barely missed his balls.

"Give!" Stephanie commanded as she had Brad on the floor. Brad refused to lose to this girl like this, though, and he pretended to be about to give. Instead he used the time to crouch and get ready to attack, but Stephanie was ready. Brad launched himself upwards but Stephanie yelled out "Hyaaa!" and caught him square in the chest with her kick. It didn’t do much damage, but the force of the blow threw Brad backwards and into the wall. Stephanie quickly followed and slammed her knee into Brad's groin. It connected with his balls and slammed them into the wall. As the pain hit, Brad brought his hands down and threw Stephanie away with a mighty effort. Then the pain really hit, and Brad's mouth worked as he groaned and slowly fell to his knees. Stephanie got back up and prepared to attack again, but Brad gritted his teeth and said "I give" before she could kick him again.

Stephanie left him to recover and watched as Brad lay there for a few minutes and coughed a few times. Then Brad got up and took off his pants, pretending that everything was OK. He had been hit in the balls a few times in various fights, and this was no worse. He could take it. Then he would exact his revenge on this Bitch. Brad wore jockey shorts like the other boys, and his package was good sized for a fourteen year old. His dick was pushed off to the side and his balls hung loosely (and sore) below in his shorts.

Now Brad was angry. The two opponents tore into each other hard right from the start, both of them landing some telling blows. However Brad was larger, heavier and stronger so his blows had more effect despite Stephanie's quickness. He then landed a blow to her breast and she flew back in pain. Brad moved in for the kill and kicked, but Stephanie dodged and kicked him in the balls again. Brad was quick enough to pull back and avoid the full force of the kick, but it still scored and sent a new wave of pain and nausea that weakened him. As Brad fell back holding his scrotum, Stephanie kicked at his head. Brad moved quickly despite the pain and she missed his head. As Stephanie was thrown off balance, Brad punched her hard in the gut and scored. Then he just grabbed her by the head and started to choke her in a brutal hold, using his superior strength and weight to try to drive her unconscious. As Stephanie flailed to escape Brad's iron grip, she tried to grab for his balls but he was protecting himself too well. Instead, she yanked on his shorts and pulled them down. Even though Brad tried to ignore it as his genitals popped out, it did distract him that his shorts were down to his knees.

"Fuck!" he yelled out and then lost his grip as Stephanie managed to squirm free of his grasp. Brad tried to kick but realized too late that his shorts were still dangling around his legs so he ended up falling instead. As Brad was squirming on the ground he suddenly felt a small, cold hand grab his manhood and crush his testicles. Stephanie had reached between his legs and grabbed him by his balls! Brad panicked and tried to yank her hands off but it was too late. With an unbelievable grip for a small girl, Stephanie screamed in triumph and squeezed his testicles mercilessly. Brad let out a cry of agony, kicking and screaming he tried to escape but couldn't. Suddenly the pain was too much and he lost his strength and retched, feeling like he was ready to vomit.

"I give," Brad whimpered.

"What was that, Brad? I didn't hear you!" Stephanie cried as she twisted his balls again. "Please! I give! " Brad yelled louder and began to sob. Stephanie let go and pulled off his shorts completely, raising them like a trophy. Brad just slumped into a ball and threw up.

"Damn! That girl is tough!" Rocky remarked.

"Oh man, I bet that really hurts " Colt said in sympathy as he watched Brad writhe on the floor.

"Still up for the rematch?" Tina asked Rocky.

Rocky hesitated, seeing what had happened to Brad, but he knew he had already beaten Tina and he could do it again. He replied, "I'm ready, Tina."

Tina smiled and prepared for the fight.

Three Ninjas Get Kicked: Chapter 4 The Rematch

Rocky was facing Tina again, and this time she was completely naked. He just could not help but be distracted by the way her large breasts were swaying, the nipples small but erect. Rocky's gaze fell to her crotch. How he longed to put his dick in that pink virgin (he hoped) pussy with its soft blonde hair. He couldn't help it what with her nudity and the excitement of the fight, he got a big time boner and even the residual pain in his balls added to it. They begged for release. Rocky needed to win again, and she would be his! He moved in on the girl carefully. He could still see Brad moaning on the floor, his toughness gone now and replaced by sobbing. Colt was faring better by now, and watched the fight with interest. In fact, he began to eye his old opponent Cynthia with a gleam in his eye. The other two girls ignored their former victims, watching the final challenge unfold.

As Tina recovered, she relaxed and meditated, thinking of a way to overcome Rocky's strength and skill. She noticed his boner, and she knew then that she had the boy. Males were too hormonal. They could not resist the supplications of the female body. She eyed his ballsack so nicely tucked in his shorts. A couple of good shots there and Rocky would be begging for mercy. He was a handsome lad, though, and as she noticed his dick standing at attention she determined that she would save some of him for her pleasure. First he would hurt. Then he would pleasure her. And finally, he would enjoy all of it! She casually rose, ready to meet the challenge. "I am ready" she announced.

The battle began, and it started hard. Rocky attacked with a yell, and his kicks threw Tina back despite her defenses. Then Tina surprised Rocky with a lightning quick fist that hit him in the cheek. Rocky backed away with a spectacular back flip, and smiled with a very red cheek "I like a tough girl. Let's go!!!" Tina didn't wait to respond but attacked again. Her attack was cool and hard as steel, and a kick broke through Rocky's defenses and struck him in the ribs.

As Rocky tumbled away and recovered, Tina smirked. "Still cocky?" Rocky was not amused this time; that last shot had hurt! They met again, but this time Rocky concentrated on the fight, ignoring the distraction that Tina's naked body was having on him. Rocky blocked a kick from Tina, and countered with a hard kick into her chest and one of her breasts. Tina grunted and fell back to the wall, grabbing at her burning tit. Rocky followed this with a punch that glanced off Tina's nose, making it bleed again. As Rocky closed in, Tina's knee came up and Rocky had to ward off the attack on his groin. The two grappled, and Rocky pounded back with his fist and struck her the same breast again. By now it was beet red and burning, but Tina held on and punched low. She got lucky and the blow glanced off of Rocky s vulnerable testicles. It was not a hard shot, but the pain was sudden and surprising, especially since Rocky's balls were already tender. Rocky grunted and folded up, backing off with an expression of pain.

As Rocky moved away with his back towards her, Tina cried out "Strip, my little boy slave!" and yanked on his underpants. Rocky felt her pull his shorts down and heard her taunt, but remembering Brad he quickly jumped out of his entangled shorts, freeing himself. With a tumble and a recovery back to a combat crouch, Rocky came back ready to fight again.

"I don't think so!" he defied her. As her quarry escaped, Tina had to pause and chuckle when she saw his semi-erect penis swinging wildly. He looked really silly, with his half aroused boyish penis and his large, loose and now reddened balls hanging below. It was not as large yet as a man s, but looked big enough on his boyish frame. Rocky looked down as he saw her laughing and turned red, losing the rest of his erection in embarrassment. Then they both turned serious and the battle resumed.

With his balls exposed, Tina kept aiming for them and distracting Rocky. He concentrated too much on protecting himself, and some of her blows found their mark. Rocky was hit several times in a row in the head and face, not too badly but he was feeling battered. Just then he saw her tits swaying again in front of his eyes, and they held his gaze like a hypnotic snake charm. It only lasted a fraction of a second but that was all she needed. Tina slammed her heel up and between Rocky's legs, crushing his soft balls and smashing them hard into his crotch. With a grunt and an agonized cough, Rocky doubled up and swayed, still trying to stay up. Another carefully aimed kick to the side of his head and Rocky went down, his ears ringing and his balls still in agony. Oh God, no! The girl has me at her mercy now, Rocky thought. Indeed she did. Tina landed on top of the reeling boy and pinned his arms, sitting on top of him with one knee on his chest and another digging into his already sore groin. She applied pressure with her knee but did not yet crush his manhood again.

"Please… I give (cough). I am now your slave" Rocky formally gave with surprising dignity considering his situation. As Rocky went down, the other two boys panicked.

Colt rose up and cried "Rocky!" moving to help his brother at the same time that Brad grabbed his shirt and ran for the door. Brad figured it was enough to cover himself and get away. It was not to be, however. Cynthia moved in on Colt and Stephanie on Brad.

Rocky was beaten, and he had given his word. Now Tina was ready to have her fun, but she had to see if her friends would do as well first. She let Rocky go and he just lay their meekly as she watched. In fact, he started to get a boner again despite the pain in his balls. Somehow, being at the mercy of this tough and hot girl was really turning him on.

Colt took one look at Cynthia facing him and backed off, but Cynthia didn’t. She approached the boy and came up to him, starting to rub his body and kissing him gently. Colt was shocked but his body responded, including his dick. Cynthia then grabbed him by the balls and gently squeezed, taking total command of the boy. Colt winced but let himself be dominated, eager to please the girl and hoping for more.

Brad refused to submit, however, and he looked up at the door blocked by the little girl Stephanie. "Get the fuck out of my way!" Brad spat as he tried to bully her.

"That's not how you speak to a lady, Brad. Now I have to teach you some manners!" With that she faked a kick low and then kicked high instead with her left foot, catching Brad in the face and knocking him down. Brad fell to his stomach and tried to get back up, but now Stephanie brought her small foot whipping down and in between his legs from the rear. Her foot struck Brad's loose balls and he cried out in pain, clutching his balls again and collapsing.

Tina grabbed Brad by the hair and lifted his face toward hers "Now say please " she commanded.

"You bitch! Ohhh my balls!" Brad complained, still defiant.

"OK, have it your way then " Stephanie said as she let the older boy go. Brad again tried to rise but it was a pitiful attempt. Tina battered his body with a series of jabbing kicks that hit his kidneys, his stomach, his face and then finally his swollen balls once more. With the final brutal kick to his balls, Brad folded up and threw up again, then fell unconscious.

"Oh well, I wasn't ready for a boy yet anyway" Stephanie said petulantly over Brad's supine body. Then she just up and left, not bothering to even watch as her friends were dominating the other two boys.

Rocky was in heaven. Tina was on top of him, her breasts swinging, and she was riding his now swelling cock. She fucked him hard, bouncing up and down on his shaft as he lay there. She commanded him to tell her when he would cum, and soon he did. Then she withdrew, grabbing his balls and twisting them hard while holding his throbbing cock in her other hand firmly. The pain dampened his ardor, and soon Tina started to renew her screwing, this time twisting his small tits as she fucked. She repeated the procedure twice more and Rocky begged her to release him.

"Ohhhh. Please. Let me cum ." Rocky writhed at the frustration, pain and


"Not yet!" Tina teased and rode him again. Now she began to orgasm hard, and this time she came off and Rocky started to cum. With that, Tina slammed her knee once, then again in his balls. Rocky screamed with a mixture of ecstasy and pain, as his load shot out of him hard and painfully. Tina fell off of him and laid there exhausted. Rocky curled up in renewed pain, but the pain had a silver glow of ecstasy to it as his

huge wad of cum finally dribbled to a stop. He was in love. Tina was too, and she had made sure that her last two ball shots were "gentle" enough not to do any real damage.

Colt, in the mean time, was pleasuring Cynthia. She had him by the balls, and now she forced him to pleasure her by licking her tits. If he was too gentle or too hard he got a tug on the balls to induce him. Colt would give a little yelp and redouble his efforts to please her. Despite the pain, Colt got a wicked hard on. Now Cynthia had Colt pull her panties off and start to lick her cunt. It took some doing to get the virgin boy to properly suck it, but the pain shooting through his balls from failure quickly taught him how! As Cynthia began to orgasm, Colt begged her to release his throbbing cock. At first Cynthia got angry and tightened her grip on Colt's balls.

Colt winced in anticipation of more agony but then Cynthia let go. She had an idea. Brad was still unconscious on the floor, and she decided that he would be Colt's fuck toy. She commanded Colt to help her, and he obeyed with a quizzical look. They tied the unconscious boy to a bench, hands tied down and legs tied up in the air. Then she got some Vaseline and lubed his ass up.

Cynthia asked Colt "You still want a release, hot stuff?" and he somewhat dubiously said that he still did. Cynthia bent over and sucked on Colt’s small but once again rock hard cock, even gently cupping his sore balls. As Colt started to moan in pleasure, she pulled off and commanded, "Fuck Brad in the ass, he is a pussy and now he is your pussy!"

Colt stared in disbelief, "I can't. I’m not queer," he stuttered. Then he cried out and folded as Cynthia squeezed his balls hard again.

"Fuck him, slave!" she commanded again. With that, Colt stuck his throbbing cock in Brad’s ass and began to fuck him. Cynthia let go of his balls and just watched. Colt started to fuck Brad harder and harder. At first he was sickened but then he started to enjoy it. He just thought about Cynthia, and then she really helped when she stood there watching and masturbating. Brad finally began to wake up in a foggy pain and he saw his friend Colt on top of him. Then the pain in his rear hit and he realized that he was being screwed!

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed. "Stop fucking me you fag!" Brad was mortified. Colt ignored him and kept fucking. He was in a frenzy now. Cynthia reached over and slammed her fist onto Brad's balls again, crushing and then twisting them and ultimately shutting him up fast. The pain was so intense that Brad could say nothing. He fell back with a silent howl and suddenly Colt exploded. First he came in Brad's ass, then all over his belly and balls as Cynthia let him go.

Rocky and Colt were both in love, and they now had girlfriends. They were frequent visitors to "The Dojo" in the months that followed. The girls taught them new levels of pleasure and pain as they began to master a new discipline. Brad was sent to the hospital and never saw either the boys or the girls ever again.