Wednesday, November 14, 2007

What Should Have Happened in High School (Part 1-4)

By tall_pete

When I entered adolescence I spent much of my time focused on two fantasies, one pretty mainstream and the other, well, not. The first was to have a hot girl live next door to me. The second, to have a girl bust my balls. To my complete shock I achieved the first in my freshman year of high school and below is how I wished that had transitioned to my second fantasy. For those of you who are curious, the first part of the story is true. The fantasy starts at the words “Why not” And yes, everything interesting happens after “why not,” Ah well…

The summer before my freshman year, my parents got divorced, my older sister went off to college, and my Mom and I moved to a small house in a neighborhood close to school. Two days after we moved in, the neighbors across the street came over to welcome us to the neighborhood. They were a family of four, the mom, one boy three years younger than me and a girl four years younger than me, and Alicia; a cute girl I recognized from the grade below me. I remembered her from the late bus that took kids home after team practice. At the age of 14 Alicia was already filling out to be a beautiful, well built woman, and the smile she gave me, made me squirm uncomfortably trying to hide my rising erection.

Alicia and I hit it off great. We were both athletic and hung out with the popular crowd, but neither of us were the leaders of the crowd. When Alicia entered high school the next year we went into school together in the morning and sometimes came back together after practice for whatever team we where on that season. Alicia played a sport every season, lacrosse, field hockey and volleyball. I played baseball and basketball. In the fall when she had practice and I didn’t, I would make sure that I would be outside playing basketball when she got home at least once per week.

I was pathetic. We flirted all the time, but I didn’t have the nerve to do anything about it. I was friends with lots of girls, and hooked up with a few on rare occasions. But I was generally shy and submissive with girls and could never bring myself to broach the subject with Alicia. She went out with the captain of the baseball team the year ahead of me, and the eventual prom king (and a good friend of mine) in my own year. All the same, the way we were together frequently and how we flirted together, it was a common rumor that we fooled around.

It wasn’t until senior year that I was able to take the relationship to a new level, and what a different level it was. There was a trend that swept through the juniors when I was a senior, where the girls would pluck guys in the balls with their fingers and guys would pluck girls in their tits. I guess it was a way for girls to innocently play around, and even teenage boys without ball-busting fantasies yearn for any attention to their genitals they can get. I, of course, encouraged it whenever I could and Alicia seemed to be a big fan of the game. We had two classes a week together that year, called community TV, where students would make mock TV and radio commercials, news reports, etc. Discipline was minimal as there were lots of little rooms and areas, and only one, or sometimes two adults to supervise.

I was always trying to arrange it so that Alicia and I were alone and that Alicia had easy access to attack my balls. I would make halfhearted attempts to pluck her beautiful breasts just to cause retaliation. The only problem was that I was 18, so a stiff wind could make me hard and Alicia plucking my balls, or even the thought of Alicia plucking my balls, was far more stimulating than a stiff wind. I think Alicia noticed the raising of the flag a few times and gave me amused, curious looks. At one point I had stolen one of her shoes and placed it up on a shelf that she couldn’t reach. She threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t get it. When I made it clear that the idea sounded like fun to me, she gave me a very inquisitive look. Unfortunately the teacher walked in on us before it could be taken any further.

The game came to a climax at one class when Alicia and I were alone in one of the smaller rooms together. I was standing up, putting some equipment up on a shelf, and Alicia was sitting in a chair next to me. As I reached up to put the equipment on the shelf, Alicia said “Don’t move, I’ve got you right where I want you,” I looked down to see Alicia’s finger’s poised to pluck my crotch. She was looking up at me with an amused look on her face.

“You better not do that,” I bluffed as I froze in position.

“Why not?”

“Because, I will get you for it. When you are home alone, I will ambush you and make you scream for mercy.”

Alicia got three hard shots in before I was able to react. I know it sounds silly, but three hard plucks in a row to your balls make them ache. I hammed it up, pretending they made me double up too much to be able to put the equipment I was carrying up on the shelf. This left me unable to defend myself as I held onto it with both hands. She delivered a few more shots and I pretended to be in too much pain to think to do anything with the equipment, leaving me helpless. Don’t get me wrong, my balls were really starting to ache, but I had masturbated to the idea of this very girl beating my balls too many times to end this prematurely. Only when I realized that my quickly rising hard-on must have become pretty obvious, did I ‘think’ to put down the equipment and protect myself.

Alicia grinned at me with devilish delight. She had the strangest look on her face, like she had just confirmed something that she found very amusing. I grabbed myself and vowed revenge “I’m going to make you beg girl.” I limped out of the room, but I couldn’t entirely keep the smile from my face and I knew I must have turned bright red by now. Alicia watched me with a smile, and a look that haunted me for days.

That weekend I was mowing my lawn with my shirt off. I always tried to do this when Alicia was around, since I was pretty proud of my body. After I was done, I went inside, toweled myself off a little and got a big glass of lemonade. As I was finishing the lemonade, I heard my front door open and close. This was strange, because I knew my mom was gone all day. I stepped out of the kitchen to see who it was and saw Alicia standing there in a short pleated skirt and a body suit. She looked great as always.

I gave her an unceremonious ‘Hey’ as I watched her walk towards me, as I held the lemonade carton in one hand and the glass in the other.

“I’ve been waiting for my ambush,” she said as she got close.

I blushed, hated myself for doing it and replied, “when you least suspect it…”

“You take too long” she said with a smile as she reached down and plucked my free-hanging balls through the thin material of my shorts. “Maybe you will be the one begging for mercy.”

“I um, ahh,” I replied intelligently as I backed against the wall looking around to find somewhere to put down the glass and carton. She plucked me again and I could feel my cock rising to attention.

“Where’s your mom?” she asked as she plucked me again.

“She went to see my aunt. (grunt as a finger finds its target.) She won’t be back ‘till tonight (another grunt as she actually smacks me this time with her open hand, making my balls jump.) There is no way she could help but notice my now raging hard-on as her palm hits it. I double-up slightly, but still hold the glass and lemonade. “You’re really asking for it,” I half gasped.

“Yes, I am,” she replies and this time grabs my balls and squeezes.

“Mmmmph,” I gurgle as I double up for real this time. I drop the lemonade and reach for her hand with one hand as I reached down to put the glass down with the other.

Taking advantage of the position, Alicia let go of my balls, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me forward, tripping me with her right foot. I went sprawling on the kitchen floor and felt Alicia jump on top of me. I rolled over and soon found my head scissored between her strong thighs, her tight ass inches from my face. This left her hands free and her head about level with my balls. I was in heaven and decided it was time to up the ante.

I reached up with both hands and lifted her skirt, revealing her firm ass framed in a thong bodysuit and began spanking it. I heard a gasp and felt a punch to my balls. I doubled up and squeezed her ass as hard as I could.

“You’re going to be sorry you did that,” Alicia snapped as I felt her pull the string on my shorts to untie them. I almost came in my pants and raised my hips as she yanked my shorts and boxers over my knees, leaving my raging hard-on to slap against my stomach as it escaped the elastic of the shorts.

Alicia laughed as she saw how turned on I was. “You like this, you kinky little bastard. Don’t you?”

“God yes,” I replied.

“Well you better do exactly as I say or I’m out of here you little pervert,” she said with giggle.

“Your wish is my command,” I leered as I tried to get my face closer to her beautiful ass, only inches away.

Alicia looked back with an evil grin before delivering a vicious over hand smack to the base of my cock and my balls. I tried to double up, instinctively pulling my knees up to my body.

“That isn’t going to work,” Alicia snapped. “I want to smack your balls without your damn knees getting in the way,” Alicia looked over her shoulder at me. “You’ve got a solution, or do I have to leave?” She almost kept up the tough girl act, but couldn’t help giggling and blushing slightly before looking away quickly.

My mind raced. I sure as hell didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t have a bed frame, but I figured it out. “You can tie my legs to the legs of my bed,” I blurted. I immediately turned bright red, embarrassed at my obvious excitement.

She grinned impishly and blushed a deeper color herself before regaining some composure and saying with only a small crack in her voice, “Tie your legs with what my perverted neighbor?”

“I have ties,” I blurted and then laughed at myself.

“Come on.” She smiled as she got up off of me and reached her hand down to pull me up. God she was beautiful.

I followed her into my bedroom, almost falling on my face after I got up with my shorts around my ankles. My ankles were quickly and securely tied to the legs of my bed with me on my back, stark naked on the floor. Alicia stood over me, one foot on each side of my head, and declared, “Now I’m going to have some fun.” She sat down on my chest, with her ass practically brushing against my chin, her legs pinning my arms to the ground. She reached down and squeezed my scrotum with both hands, exploring with her fingers. She grabbed my balls, squeezing them and grinding the together as I groaned in pain. She then leaned forward lifting her ass slightly and moving back so that I could bury my face into the musky crotch of her body suit. I moaned with desire and quickly managed to pull apart the snaps holding the body suit together in the crotch with my teeth. My self-satisfaction of accomplishing this task was soon interrupted with a hard smack to my balls.

My scream was muffled in her moist crotch as she pressed back into me. I kissed, I licked - I was in heaven. Then another blow was delivered to my balls as I moaned in agony. Kiss, lick, moan, lick, scream, lick, kiss, nibble, and then an extended scream from a series of fast blows to my balls. As I tried to induce moans or gasps of pleasure with my tongue and lips, Alicia battered my balls – delivering full force overhead slaps and then series of rapid-fire slaps that made me writhe and scream. I think I spent most of my time screaming or moaning in agony, but the resulting vibrations seemed to have similar effects to the licks, caresses and nibbles.

Long after I thought I couldn’t take anymore there was a long pause. Then I felt Alicia’s tongue work its way down my rock-hard cock to my balls and then back again. My moan switched to pleasure as I increased the rhythm of my own oral worshipping. I felt her tongue spin around the head of my cock then her soft mouth engulf me, then depart, a pause, then a series of hard smacks to my balls had me sobbing again. This pattern repeated. Alicia’s soft mouth had me on the verge of explosion then her vicious smacks had me in agony. In the meantime I licked, kissed, nibbled, caressed and worshipped.

After I a few of these pain/pleasure cycles, I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth when she pulled away and started smacking my balls again. And explode I did. With the first hard smack to my balls I let out a scream of ecstasy and agony and had the most explosive orgasm of my life. I heard Alicia scream out, “Yes!” as she began to grind harder against my face and continued to beat my balls. I tried to participate, but ended up doing little more than sobbing into her now soaked vagina as she ground into my face. She soon climaxed and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

After a few minutes, she slowly pushed herself up and untied my legs before looking down at me with an exhausted smile, and said, “You made a mess.” I saw that I had cum all over her chest and part of her body suit. “I’ll make you pay some other time,” she said with a smile and tapped my balls with her hand. Even though it was a light tap, I groaned and curled up into a fetal position. Alicia laughed and got up to go to the bathroom and clean up. I stayed curled up on the floor, my entire body wracked with pain and exhausted by the experience.

Alicia reappeared and crouched down next to my head, asking me if I was okay. I reached up, kissed her foot and nodded. “Yeah, I will be.”

“Good, because that was fun. I want to play with your balls again. I’m going home to change now my little perv.”

Alicia walked out of the room and out of the house. I stayed on the floor long after the pain had receded to an ache, enjoying the moment.


I couldn’t wait to see Alicia again. It had taken me some time to recover from our first adventure. I had stayed on the floor after she left, my balls aching from the barrage of blows they absorbed and I could still smell Alicia on my lips and face. If I moved, it would really be over and I sure as hell didn’t want that. All the same, I eventually dragged myself from the floor, cleaned myself up and began strategizing about how I could make it all happen again.

The next day, Sunday, I had my opportunity when I saw Alicia walk around to the back of her house. I ran to the door, paused for a deep breath and strolled across the street and around the house to her back yard. Alicia was on her knees getting ready to weed her mom’s garden

“Hey”, I said with a shy smile as I approached.

Alicia looked up and grinned evilly. “Come for another beating, my little perv?” I think I loved her even more for the look of uncertainty and nervousness that she tried to hide from her expression as she spoke.

“Damn straight.” I leered, before ruining my own attempt at toughness with a nervous laugh.

“Are you sore?” she asked, breaking the role.

“No, I thought I would be,” I replied earnestly. “It is amazing how quickly and completely such intense pain can recede. Within a half hour it had receded to a dull ache, and by the time I woke up this morning I didn’t feel a thing.” Alicia looked intrigued and disappointed at this news.

Perhaps it was because Alicia was still on her knees in front of me, possibly it was the clear outline of her beautiful breasts that I could see through the sports top she was wearing, or it could have been just because I was a horny bastard, but I was quickly becoming erect. With Alicia at eye level with my crotch and me in loose athletic shorts, this didn’t stay a secret for long. Alicia smirked up at me, as her confidence in her complete domination of me grew.

“Tell you what, perv,” she purred. “Let’s play a game. If I can punch you in the balls five times and you can stay standing, I’ll suck that hard cock of yours. If you fall, you have to weed the garden for me.”

“You got a deal,” I blurted, without a moment’s hesitation. At this point, I had to adjust myself or my cock would have been fully horizontal. Hell, I might have weeded her garden in return for a few shots at my balls.

I think Alicia noticed my eagerness. “And,” she said loudly before pausing and lowering her voice, “if I am at any time unsatisfied with the job you are doing, I will kick you in the balls. In fact, (she added with a smile) you have to keep your legs apart at all times so that my little footsie has access when I want it.”

I hesitated, and then added, “If I lose…” just to make it sound like I was negotiating.

“Cool,” Alicia chirped, clearly excited.

Without warning, Alicia slid her left hand up the leg of my shorts and boxers and grabbed my balls with her left hand. In moments, she was gripping my sac so that my balls were pressed hard against the skin. There they couldn’t escape her punches. At first I was excited as my princess reached into my shorts, then I was scared, but before I could protest I was in pain. The first punch caught me off guard and made me double over. Alicia was still on her knees, or one knee rather - her left foot planted firmly on the ground between my legs to provide better leverage.

The first blow made me grab onto her shoulders for support as I doubled over. The second shot made me see stars, but I was somehow able to maintain my position. The third made my knees buckle. By the fourth, my hands had slipped from her shoulders and she was supporting most of my weight with her back and shoulders. I guess she could have just let me fall right there and then and won the bet, but what would have been the fun in that. There was a long pause before the fifth punch. I think she was just trying to get the most leverage with me draped over her shoulder. The short respite did little for me. Unfortunately with nut shots, the highest level of pain is actually a few seconds after the blow and I was still building to the crescendo when the fifth blow arrived.

I don’t know if I fell off her shoulder or she dropped me, but I was face down on the ground, cupping my balls with my hands and groaning in pain. Alicia bent down, momentarily concerned even with the big grin on her face. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

I nodded, rubbing my face against the grass, and mumbled, “Yeah, give me a sec.”

“Only a second slave boy, you’ve got a lot of weeding to do, and I want it perfect.” Alicia got up and walked away.

After a few minutes the throbbing pain had receded to a dull ache, and I got up on my hands and knees and crawled to the garden. I hate to garden. It seemed like I was sweating, dirty and itching from touching the plants within moments. I was working pretty hard, trying to get it done as quickly as possible. I had gotten around about two thirds of the garden and was on my hands and knees, leaning over a log that was placed decoratively next to the garden when I heard a noise behind me. I never got a chance to look around before I felt an explosion as foot connected with my dangling balls.

I fell forward, with my face pressing into the dirt and my stomach on the log. I wasn’t able to look up, let alone protect myself before the next kick connected, and then the next and the next and the next. I was convulsing in the dirt and begging, “Please. No. No.”

The only saving grace was that the rapid kicks were not well-aimed or full-force. The first one connected dead-on and was unlike anything I had experienced. My balls were already a little tender from the punches earlier and I immediately dry heaved, as my body writhed in the dirt. With waves of pain still building to unbearable levels the following-ups were too much for me to take, even though the rapid follow-ups were full power and they didn’t connect as squarely as the first. Each raised the shots of pain through my body to new, unbearable thresholds.

I heard an angry yell that sounded like Alicia and an answer from a younger girl’s voice. Before my brain could even begin to process the information, a last, perfectly aimed kick was delivered. I dry heaved again in the dirt and let out a cry, pleading in pure gibberish. Through the haze, I heard the sound of a hard slap behind me, and the cry of a young girl. Then Alicia was kneeling next to me clearly, angry and concerned.

I later found out that Alicia’s younger, 15-year-old sister, Sue had watched the punching episode from the house. When Alicia had gone inside the house that she thought had been empty, Sue immediately had about two dozen questions for her. They had finally decided that they would sneak out and that Sue would be allowed to kick me from behind. Alicia said that she made Sue promise not to kick me that hard, and it was only supposed to be one kick. Apparently she got excited.

Alicia was pretty concerned as she knelt next to me. After a few minutes, I told her that I thought I would be okay with some time to recover. She eventually helped me up and to a patio-recliner where she washed the dirt off me with a wet towel. As the pain and nausea receded to a dull roar, I began to well, respond to her attention. Especially, when she had pulled my shorts down to inspect my balls. They were still tender to touch, but seemed to be intact. When Alicia began to suck me off they quickly rose to the challenge as I exploded in her mouth in no time.

Alicia looked up at me with a smile and said, “I think you’ll be fine.” She then drove her right fist into my bruised balls without a change in the smile or a bat of her eye. I think she was quickly getting used to this.

I promptly curled up into the fetal position with squeak as she got up and walked away. I think a flick to my balls with her finger would have caused waves of pain in the shape I was in, let alone a punch.

I felt the beginning of an ominous precedence as I lay in the aftermath of an explosive orgasm and waves of pain emanating from my beaten balls. I was clearly in love.


I didn’t get to continue my adventures with Alicia until the following Saturday. When I limped back home on Sunday I thought it would take this long to recover. I keep underestimating my balls ability to recover. Monday, I was sore. I had to concentrate not to walk funny and I did wince a few times when my jeans pressed against my still tender balls. By Tuesday, walking normal was no longer a challenge, but I still felt a little tender when I tested them, which I did constantly.

I, of course, still saw Alicia every day when I drove her to school, and often in school. To make matters worse, I also drove Sue to school. Every time Alicia saw me, she gave me the most wicked of grins and Sue would stare at me in the most unnerving way. Every morning when Alicia got into the car she would reach over and give my balls a squeeze. On Monday I tensed and grimaced to both of their delight. It was embarrassing as hell and I loved every second of it.

On the drive to school on Friday, I casually let it drop that I would have the house all to my self during the day both Saturday and Sunday. Alicia didn’t seem to hear me; she was checking her make-up in the mirror. Who needs a mirror, I could have told her she was stunning. I was completely disappointed by her lack of response by the time we got to school. When we pulled into a parking space, Alicia leaned over and nonchalantly said, “Then I’ll have to stop by so we can continue our game,” as I if had just made my comment seconds before. As I looked up at her in relief, she pounded her right fist into my balls. I let out a confused oomph, as I heard a giggle behind me and both girls opened the doors to get out.

“You never know when or where my little perv,” Alicia said over her shoulder with a grin, before turning to snap at Sue “And don’t giggle; this didn’t happen and is none of your damn business.” Sue shrugged and walked away.

In the meantime, I had to get out of the car and walk across the parking lot without acting like my balls were aching while hiding my erection. Life as a teenage sure can be tough.

The next morning, I woke up with a start, eager to get the day going. I resisted the temptation to jerk off and took a cold shower. I was sitting on my couch in my shorts and a t-shirt watching basketball on TV when I heard the front door open. My heart stopped and then restarted in double time, my temptress had arrived.

I heard her walk through the living room, then through the kitchen and then came down into the family room. She looked great, but a little formal. She was wearing a pleated black & red plaid pleated skirt and a button down white shirt, with boots and stockings.

“Hello gorgeous,” I said.

“Hi slave boy,” Alicia responded. “Are your sure you are up to another game?” she added with a smirk.

“God yes,” was my only reply

“Good,” Alicia replied as she sat forward and started speaking quickly. “Here is what I was thinking. A game of strip poker, but no cards.” She paused to grin. “Instead, I undo one button for every punch, two for every knee, and three for every kick. You can stop it at any time, by begging for mercy or if you are unable to get up. If you give in, or well, can’t get up, then you are my slave for the afternoon for anything I want. But, I can’t put on any more clothes than the amount you got me to strip to.” Her eyes flickered across my face as she spoke and her cheeks only turned the lightest shades of red when she mentioned not being able to get up. She had clearly thought it through.

I sat forward, very business like, but with a big grin on my face. I paused as I thought about it before replying. “OK, but you need to give me a chance to recover after each kick, knee or punch.” I was trying to count the buttons as I negotiated.

It seems that Alicia had already thought about this as she immediately responded, “How about a ten count?”

“How fast?”

“Ten Mississippi.”

I shook my head in amazement. She had it all figured out. In the meantime I had determined there were six buttons on the shirt, and only one on the skirt. Then a thought occurred to me, “When all the buttons are undone, the piece of clothing comes off, right?”

“Nope,” she purred, clearly enjoying this. “The very last button and then the shirt.”

She knew she had me, but I was still going to try to get the best terms I could. “Okay, I choose the kicks, knees or punches.”

Alicia paused; I guess she hadn’t thought of this. “We alternate, you choose then I choose.”

“How about positions? Can you make me bend over…” I blushed and added, “or whatever?”

“You do whatever I say slave boy, but I guess you can choose the positions within reason on your turns.”

“’k,” I agreed.

“Great!” Alicia actually clapped her hands. “Get naked.”

“What? Wait a minute. I didn’t…” I stammered.

“Oh shut up perv, otherwise no deal. And you know you want to.”

I sighed and began to pull my shirt over my head and continued to strip until I was standing there naked in front of my queen, my erection waving in front of me.

“My choice first,” she declared, “and I’m going to start this off right, a kick to the balls. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back.”

I looked at her for a moment, and took a deep breath before complying. There I was, standing with my legs spread, my arms behind my back with my naked erection wobbling and this beautiful teenage girl taking practice swings with her leg in front of me.

Alicia took her time. She took a slow step forward and slowly raised her right leg so that the square toe of her boot nudged my dangling balls. She paused for a quick comment. “You like my selection of footwear?” All I could do was nod nervously as I watched her. She did this twice more, before taking a deep breath and step forward with a look of concentration on her face.

Bam! and I was doubled over. But it wasn’t as bad as I expected. In her excitement Alicia over shot her target a touch, so that the toe of her boot slipped by my balls and slammed into my lower ass. The top of her foot still mashed my testes up against my body, but the strength of the impact was much less than if it would have been the toe. I took in a deep ragged breath and let out a small groan, but I didn’t fall. I rested my hands on my knees as the waves of pain that began to almost feel familiar washed over me.

As the pain subsided, I gingerly raised myself to my full height again. Alicia looked both disappointed and a little mad at herself. “OK, that’s three buttons and then my turn to choose.”

Alicia immediately cheered up and began unbuttoning her blouse. With three buttons down, I could easily see the top of her breasts above her lacy black bras. “So what’s it going to be slave boy?” she drawled.

I had thought about it. It seemed with kicking in this position was actually kind of difficult to deliver a well-aimed blow. “Another kick,” I said with a nervous grin.

Alicia seemed to like my choice. I guess she figured she could adjust from her first attempt. I assumed the position and Alicia made her practice swings with her leg. I was watching the muscles in her legs flex and flow with the motion and my erection, which had deflated only a touch after the first kick, quickly rose back up to about 45 degrees. I looked up at Alicia’s face and she smirked at me and her whole body seemed to jerk back as she delivered the next kick.

It was much better aimed. I let out a yell of pain and seemed to slowly crumble to the floor. I was soon on my knees, doubled over and moaning. As my brain regained the sense of my surroundings I heard Alicia say three Mississippi. What happened to one and two? I thought desperately to myself. I took the full ten count and stood up gingerly. “Three more,” I said looking pointedly at Alicia’s shirt.

Alicia did a little dance as she undid the rest of the buttons of her shirt. It fell open, revealing her flat tummy and those luscious breasts neatly hugged by the lacy black bras. “Okay, another kick,” Alicia said with a twinkle.

I groaned. I didn’t mean to but if her aim was like last time, this was really going to hurt. “And this time I want your back and butt to the wall, so you can’t move,” Alicia added.

I grudgingly obliged. I was stalling for time, hoping the ache would fade before the next blow arrived. I didn’t even watch this time. I found that if I did, I flinched every time her leg swung forward with a practice swing. I was looking at the ceiling when it felt like my body was lifted by the square toe of her boot. There was nothing slow about my crumble this time and I didn’t mange much more than a squeak. He boot had connected dead-on. I had never felt anything like this in my life.

I sort of felt Alicia leaning over me, asking if I was okay. I think I shrugged. I’m not sure. Alicia started counting slowly, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, etc. Even with the delay of starting the count and the slow count, it took everything I had to get to my feet again at the ten count. Even so, I was leaning on my knees and breathing unevenly.

“Three more” I gasped. That should be the skirt I thought. Maybe there is a zipper, which would only be one more. I actually groaned when I saw Alicia unbutton the button on each sleeve before taking off her shirt. I would never make it.

Still she looked great in the bras and short skirt and boots. She was clearly enjoying herself as she beamed at me, proudly pushing her chest out. “Well slave boy, you had enough?”

“Never,” I groaned.

This was clearly the response she wanted. “Good, so what’s it going to be, another kick?”

“God no,” I said with a grimace. “A punch, but you can’t hold my balls in your other hand.”

“Okay,” Alicia shrugged, clearly not enthused by the choice. She promptly got down on one knee in front of me, grabbed my cock with her left hand and quickly drove her right hand into my balls.

With my balls hanging low, and the almost lackadaisical method of attack, it was only a passing blow. Although the fist hit both my balls, nether one was caught between my body and her fist. I still sagged to my knees and took the full ten count before slowly standing up again.

When I rose, Alicia unsnapped the button on her skirt in what I would call a condescending manner. As if to say, one button, who cares.

“Ok, this time a knee,” she said as if business as usual. She grabbed my shoulders and had me spread my legs. She bent her head to watch as she swung a few practice swings. I could smell her hair and looked down on the tops of her breasts. My cock, which had deflated significantly with the devastating kick, began to rise slowly. Alicia made a frustrated snort and said, “Get that thing out of my way,” She reached down and jerked on it, rather hard, I thought, a couple of times so that it rose to the point where it was no longer in her way.

“So sorry ma’am,” I drawled.

Alicia looked up at me and smiled as she drove her knee into my groin. But she had miscalculated again. When she actually went to knee me she moved forward so that she was too close to my body. She ended up connecting with the upper part of her thigh, and little in front of my balls. As a result her leg on pressed against my balls for a moment and nowhere near full strength. If they weren’t already exceptionally sore, it would have hurt at all. Even with the case I only double-up part way and mostly out of instinct. I ended up holding on to Alicia’s shoulders.

Alicia shoved me back against the wall in anger, knowing this blow accomplished little. She pulled down the zipper on her skirt and let it fall down her legs and then stepped out of it. She was wearing all black now, black bras, panties, garters and boots. At first I just stared and leered until I started counting buttons, zippers, and article, two for each boot and zipper (4), one for each of the four straps holding up the garters (8), one for each leg (10), one for the thing around her waist that holds up the garters (11) and one for the bras (12) and one for the underwear (13). I let out a groan, which returned a smile to Alicia’s face.

“You don’t like…” she play-pouted, knowing what I was thinking.

“Oh god, do I like,” I said with a boyish smile. “I just lost hope of getting you naked.”

“Poor little slave boy,” Alicia cooed. “You didn’t think I would set this up so you could win did you? Now what is it going to be?”

“Another knee,” I said, having decided it immediately after the first. What I didn’t think of was that Alicia still had her mistake fresh in her mind and could easily compensate.

Alicia grinned, grabbed my shoulders and with one motion stepped forward and drove her knee up into my balls.

I let out a gasp and fell forward into Alicia, grasping her shoulders. She actually wrapped her arms around me to help support me. But has the pain continued to build, I slowly sank to my knees at her feet, my arms around her and my head against her stomach. Now I realize that means my head must have pressed against those breasts I had been drooling over, but I had my mind on other things.

“Oooh, we have to do that again,” I heard Alicia murmur above me before she started counting.

I painfully raised myself to my feet at the count of ten to watch Alicia take off her right boot and grin wickedly at me. “I don’t think I need these any more” she said with an evil grin. I watched her as I stood there, holding my beaten balls with my hands. Watching the girl of my dreams contort her perfect body to take off the boot, and wearing that sexy outfit, was a dream come true. The pain made it a little difficult to properly appreciate it.

Alicia soon had the boot off and was up for more. I tried to implore with my eyes for mercy, but it had little affect. Alicia grabbed my shoulders, took a practice swing then launched her body behind the flying arch of her knee into my balls.

I think I half gurgled half screamed this time as I fell forward and slid down

Alicia’s body. I think she tried to hold me, but I was soon on the floor, between her legs, holding myself and moaning.

Alicia bent down again and caressed my head with her fingers “You ready to give up?” she asked.

“No,” I groaned. “I’m going to get you naked.” Alicia just laughed and started counting while she took off her other boot. I thought it unfair that she was doing this while she counted instead of after, but it wasn’t in the rules. She gave me an evil grin as I gave her an accusing glare. By the time she got to ten (she did count slowly, bless her heart) she was on her feet and ready.

It took me far more effort. I stayed on the floor till seven and then began to slowly get up. I almost didn’t make it. I seemed unable to move quickly. As soon as I was on my feet, Alicia asked, “What now slave boy?”

“Punch,” was all I said.

“Okay, but lean against the back of the chair and spread your legs.” I obliged being grateful for the support. As soon as my legs were spread, Alicia delivered a powerful punch from behind, pinning my left nut between her fist and my body. She let out a yell with the punch. I collapsed to the floor again. I was on my knees, hanging onto the back of the chair with my hands. I heard the sound of a snap behind me, and Alicia began counting to ten Mississippi again – faster this time.

I stayed on my knees until seven again and then pulled myself up with the chair.

“Okay,” Alicia said. “Now a knee, same position.”

I was a little out of it. My mind was completely focused on getting up, not what was going to happen once I got there. Fortunately, or probably more unfortunately, the same position meant I didn’t have to move from where I had dragged myself to. I was leaning against the chair, my legs slightly apart. Alicia kicked my left leg little wider, pulled my hips back and drove her knee into my balls from behind. Alicia continued to drive her knee after impact, crushing my balls against my body with the hub of her knee.

I heard two more snaps and Alicia’s voice above me saying, “Come on, two more kicks and I’m naked.” She then started to count. All I said was, “Naked,” and I immediately started trying to get up.

My mind was now in a haze. The pain that washed over my body and reverberated around my insides was numbing. I must have moved like a zombie. I heard ten Mississippi while I was still leaning against the chair.

“You up?” Alicia asked.

I nodded dumbly.

“Another punch?”

I nodded dumbly again then crumbled to the ground as the promised punch was delivered was delivered.

“You can stay down this time,” I heard Alicia’s voice say in my ear and felt her hair against my face. “Just get on your knees, legs spread. I’ll assume you could get up if you say you are okay after ten. Only one more kick after the one I’m about to give you and I’m naked.”

I nodded again and said, “Naked”, the extent of my speech. I was only partially conscious of the sound of counting above me as I rose to my hands and knees, Alicia behind me. I struggled blindly to rise. When I heard ten Mississippi, I was still trying to pull myself up completely from my knees by the back of the chair.

“Are you up?” Alicia asked.

I nodded, still struggling.

Alicia unleashed a devastating kick from behind me and I fell like a stone, gurgled and started sobbing on the floor in the fetal position.

“No more. No more. No more…” I probably moaned twenty times.

I felt Alicia gently lift my head and put it in her lap. “Ok sweetie,” she purred. “No more. You were the one that kept chanting naked. You only have two items left,” she teased. “You better be up for serving me today,” she continued.

I mumbled that I would, just give me a little while.


I think I stayed on the floor for a good half an hour after the last kick. I heard giggling in the kitchen. I think Alicia was on the phone. I was feeling much better, although still incredibly tender when I jumped up in alarm at the sound of my front door opening. Thoughts raced through my head faster then I could process them about who it could be and what I would say. I started to run/limp towards the door before stopping to decide if maybe I should be running/limping in the other direction. That is when I heard Alicia’s voice and another girl’s voice in the living room. I froze like a deer caught in the headlights.

I was standing there, naked, my legs askew and probably with a very bewildered look on my face when Alicia and her friend Donna walked into the kitchen. Donna started laughing.

Alicia beamed. “Slave boy, you are recovered. Great, then you are ready to serve Donna and me.”

“But I, wait a minute, you never said,” I replied intelligently.

Alicia marched towards me, smiled and said, “I said whatever I wanted. There are NO limitations to that.” She reached down and gave my tender gonads a light squeeze causing me to yelp in pain before she continued. “If I want to tie you up and have my friends and I kick you in your nuts all afternoon, that is what I’ll do.”

Alicia broke out laughing at the look of horror and fear on my face. “Don’t worry slave boy,” she laughed. “It is only one friend, and I only said if we want to, not that we would.”

“Yeah, at least not all afternoon,” Donna snickered as she walked up and also squeezed my poor battered testes. I let out a groan of pain, doubled up slightly and turned bright red. It was easily the most humiliating day of my life. I couldn’t believe Alicia brought Donna, and glared at her accordingly.

She actually looked guilty until she saw my erection returning. “Ohhh, don’t glare perv, you knooww you love it.”

I turned from bright red to scarlet, a feat that only someone of my fair complexion can pull off.

“I can’t believe he is that tender,” Donna commented as she gave me another squeeze and I had to grab onto the cabinet to stay mostly upright. I couldn’t believe it either. My balls hurt like hell.

“I told you what I did,” Alicia said with a giggled.

The afternoon started out slow. Donna and Alicia set up in the den and watched some Meg Ryan movie. I served them drinks, just soda, and provided foot rubs during the movie. Alicia would give me smiles that made me melt and Donna would give me the oddest inquisitive looks. The good news was that my balls were recovering. They we still far more tender than normal, but much better than an hour before.

Unfortunately, Donna soon discovered this too. Towards the end of the movie, Donna demanded a new glass of soda. I obligingly got it for her, although I was getting bored with the servant bit. The embarrassment had worn off. When I handed Donna her drink, she bumped my hand (I would swear on purpose) so that I spilled some. She then angrily grabbed my balls and squeezed.

I groaned and reached for the couch for support. It hurt, a lot. But my balls had recovered some; the pain was not as great as from the more gentle squeezes an hour before.

“I think he is recovering!” Donna exclaimed. “Can I kick him?” Her eagerness was unnerving.

Alicia looked at me uncertainly. I think she was reconsidering the wisdom of including Donna in this whole thing at all. She smiled and looked a tad guilty as she said, “No, I think he has enough kicks for one day.”

“Oh come on,” Donna complained. “I want to know what it feels like to crush his balls.”

“I think I created a monster,” Alicia said with a nervous laugh.

The ringing of the phone interrupted us. I let the machine get it as I really wasn’t in the mood for any idle conversations. After the beep, we heard Alicia’s mom’s voice saying, “Alicia, I know you’re there, pick up. Don’t make me go over…”

“Hey mom,” Alicia said into the phone as she quickly picked it up. What? (pause) Now? Can’t you do it? (pause) Fine I’ll be right over.” She hung up with a frown. “I have to drive Sue to softball. My mom can’t because she is going shopping with a friend. I’ll be right back.” She stopped and looked at Donna uncertainly. “Why don’t you…”

“I’ll stay,” Donna interjected. At the deepening look of uncertainty on Alicia’s face, Donna added “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of your new toy.”

I didn’t know what to think. I looked at Alicia questioningly and she shrugged. I thought her look was a little apologetic and my anxiety grew.

“Okay,” Alicia said grudgingly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She gave my shoulder a squeeze as she walked by.

I looked at Donna uncertainly as I heard the door close. She gave me a disarming smile that helped my level of anxiety a touch. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, “Okay!” To start, let’s bind your hands behind you.” She pulled out the four ties that I owned from the cushions of the couch where she must have stashed them before.

“Wait…” I began to protest, but I didn’t get much of a chance. I was on my knees clutching my balls before second word left my mouth. Donna had already stood up and just continued the motion to deliver a knee to my balls. I felt her grab my hands and pull them behind my back and tie them together. I didn’t protest. I didn’t have the strength or state of mind to do so. In no time, I had my arms bound tightly behind my back; my bare ass was in the air with my face to the ground. The next thing I knew, Donna had kicked my legs further apart before stepping back and delivering another devastating kick to my beaten balls.

I think I squealed. I’m pretty sure I sobbed a couple of times. I know I rolled over on my side and curled up into the fetal position. The pain was intense. My gut felt like it was being twisted by a vice. I could hear Donna yelling above me and felt her kick my back and then my head and then my chest as she walked around me. This all seemed like it was in a distant haze.

Eventually some words started to seep through. “Damn it, get up. If you don’t cooperate it will be much worse for you. Maybe I’ll break the damn things forever.”

“Please,” I begged her as I still lay in the fetal position, looking up at her imploringly.

“Please,” Donna repeated mockingly. “Please what? Kick you again? Sure, actually, no. Beg me to,” Donna took a few steps back and stuck her right foot slightly forward. “Come over here and kiss the foot that just kicked you and beg me to kick you again.”

I looked up at her imploringly.

“Now!” Donna snapped.

I began to rise slowly to my knees – not an easy process when you have your arms tied tightly behind your back and you are in intense pain.

“No, crawl over here on your stomach like the snake you are.”

I looked up at her for a moment from my knees and started to say, “Come on, Donna.”

“No,” Donna snapped. “Crawl. You have never even noticed I existed, always crooning over Alicia. Now, I’m going to make sure you have nightmares about me.”

I hesitated for a moment longer and Donna started to take a step towards me. I quickly doubled over to protect myself and then began crawling on my stomach.

“That’s better,” Donna snapped. When I had managed to squirm to her feet and reached forward to kiss her bare foot, she took two more steps back. “Come on,” she drawled. This was repeated two more times until she had no more space. When I finally reached her foot I kissed it cautiously.

“Come on slave boy,” Donna drawled. “Not like you are kissing your aunt’s cheek. Grovel. Beg for this foot to kick your balls again. Beg me to do whatever the fuck I want with you, you arrogant shit.”

I wanted to protest, but I thought better of it and as is now painfully obvious to anyone reading this, I was strangely aroused by all of this. At the time it still was all a little shocking to me. I had also never noticed what nice legs Donna had.

I groveled for all I was worth. I’m not sure exactly what I said, but I didn’t hold back. I know “Beat me, use me, make me your toy,” or things along those lines were part of it. Sometimes I have a big mouth.

“Oh, I’ll use you, slut,” Donna said with a laugh. “But first let’s dress you up some.” Donna pulled up her short skit and began to pull down her panties. I have to admit I stared and began to become physically aroused as I watched. “Oh you like the idea of wearing panties?” Donna said mockingly.

I know Donna didn’t believe my protestations. Hell I probably wouldn’t either, but in actuality, wearing women’s underwear or ‘feminization’ is not one of my deep dark fetishes. I am not judging, as some of my own are far more bizarre even in my own mind. What turned me on was watching this attractive girl, standing over me, completely dominating me, removing her panties; watching them slide down her smooth legs, trying to look up into the darkness of her thighs under the skirt. I never saw a thing, as hard as I tried, but the idea made my limp cock begin to rise.

Despite my protests, Donna ordered me to put my legs together as she began running her panties up my legs and then raise my ass in the air. I remember it wasn’t an easy process. They were too small and having my hands tied behind my back didn’t help. Eventually they were as on as they could get. Donna laughed and gave my balls a playful, but painful squeeze through the panties. She then shoved my own boxers in my mouth and made me lean over the edge of the couch with my face in the cushion and my ass in the air and finally gave my ass a playful swat before walking into the kitchen. My protestation of “mmrmph” didn’t seem to have much of an affect.

I was concerned to say the least. Donna has her own agenda. Although Alicia was clearly in charge in our games, we seemed to be simpatico on the general theme, level and progression. I was now in over my head.

The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing brought my attention back to the present. I then heard the sink running for little while and then Donna walking into the room. I squirmed to try to get more comfortable.

Donna walked up to me and slapped my ass again with a chuckle. “Oh we are going to have fun slave boy,” she stated as I felt what I discover to be her finger with hand lotion on it penetrate my ass. I clenched up for moment before Donna roughly squeezed my balls with her other hand and grunted, “Oh stop that.”

I felt the finger remove and then something cold was stuck in my ass. “Mmrph,” I protested again. This time, I thought it might have had an affect because Donna stepped away from me.

“Oh aren’t you cute. Look up at me slave boy,” I did only to see her to start taking pictures. I struggled, but what could I do. She quickly had a number of pictures of me with panties on, my arms tied behind my back, my boxers in my mouth and a carrot sticking out of my ass.

After a few photos and before I was able to extricate myself from the position, Donna stepped forward and drove her knee full force into my balls from behind. I squealed and fell off the couch onto the floor where I resumed the fetal position.

I heard Donna walk out of the room and return after a while. I was still on the floor, but I looked up at her and yelled, “Rmmmph!” at her angrily.

Donna leaned down and pulled the carrot out of my ass, the boxers out of my mouth and began untying my arms. “Now slave boy, you aren’t going to say anything to Alicia or anybody else, and those yummy pictures will remain our secret. She emphasized it with a squeeze of my balls, which she had taken in her hand.

“Yes ma’am,” I said sheepishly as she began to play with my cock with her hand.

“You are mine now. I call, you come. Got it?”

“Yes Ma’am” I repeated. I couldn’t believe it, but my cock began to grow under her touch. I was soon completely aroused and building towards release. I was in heaven when Donna pulled up her shirt exposing her right breast and pulled my face forward. I began kissing, licking and sucking on her hard nipple.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission,” I heard her murmur.

I knew better to disobey and I was slowly building to the point where it would become an issue. Admittedly, I was 18, and this hot girl jerking me off and letting me to worship her nipple with my mouth would have gotten me off in about a minute in other circumstance, but I was still shocked I was responding so quickly.

I was soon begging, “Please let me cum.”

Donna smiled, but pulled her beautiful young breast away and stopped jerking me off and said one word, “Wait.”

She moved down my body so that she was on her hands and knees on the floor between my legs. Her hair was falling down and tickling my cock and balls. She reached down and licked the length of my cock before looking up and smiling at me. I shuttered with desire. She then did it again and allowed her tongue to continue up my stomach and chest with her hair trailing across my body. Donna worked her way up my entire, goose bump covered body before kissing me deeply and forcefully. She pulled away and retreated back down my body before asking, “So you want to cum uh?”

“God yes,” I moaned in desire.

Her answer was two demolishing knees to my balls followed by a sneering, “Well, tough shit slave boy. You have to work a hell of a lot harder before you get to cum. Maybe someday.”

She got up and I returned to the now familiar fetal position. Donna leaned down and patted my hip, saying “Oh we’ll have fun slave boy. Just remembered you are mine, when I want you how I want you. Tell Alicia I had to go.”

With that Donna walked out of the room and out of the house, leaving me on the floor moaning in pain.

Vegas Nightclub

By tall_pete

I recently realized I haven't written a story in a very long time. I sort of have a long one in the works, but it takes too long. I never have that much time to sit down and write. Mostly because it takes me so damn long… Anyway, here is another example of what should have happened in a situation if it were a perfect world. As always, feedback is welcomed.

First the real story.

I was in Vegas for a convention, Comdex. So the place was packed with computer geeks and marketing dweebs. A fellow dweeb knew Vegas pretty well so he suggested that we go to a certain club where he said there were always hot chicks. So he, a reasonably cute girl who worked with us and I went to the club around 11. Sure enough it was packed with dweebs and geeks. There were a few hot women there, but the ratio must have been four guys to every girl. I'm also not a big club guy. The night would have been a total waste if it weren't for these two girls. They were hot as hell and were putting on a show. They were dressed in their fuck-me out fits. Boots, mini skirts, tight tops with push up bras. It was beautiful. What truly made it special is that they were all over each other. They were grinding against each other, grabbing each other, kissing, going all out. They clearly loved the attention they got. Who knows if they were really together or just loved to put on a show. Then again, who cares? So, I grabbed a beer, got a first row spot and watched. I didn't try to pretend I wasn't staring. I didn't expect to get anywhere. It just seemed to be more fun than anything else going on. Nothing much happened. The girl with us gave me a hard time, my buddy thought it was pretty funny, and a guy with them would glare at me and flex his muscles.

But this is what should have happened. I'll start when I see the girls, mostly because I'm too lazy to write the background part again….

Pete was beginning to have second thoughts about coming to the club. There were way too many guys, and too many of them clearly were unused to being physically detached from a computer screen, let alone in a club. Kathy, his counterpart from Portland was pretty cute. She was about 5'4" oriental with a tight body, cute face and perky little breasts. She was even flirtatious but he didn't want to work that angle to hard.

That's when he saw the pair of vixens putting on their own private show. They were both dressed to kill and hot as hell. One had long silky black hair to her shoulders and must have been six foot with her heels. She was wearing calf high black boots, a slinky silver short skirt and a tight black body suit with sequence. The body suit hugged and perfectly outlined her firm breasts as they moved enticingly underneath the thin cloth. In case her body didn't fully communicate the message her face screamed sex. He lips were pouty and always seemed to be parted just enough to suggest more. Her expression captured he spoiled petulance that only young girls enthralled with their own power over men can possess. Pete immediately dubbed her the goddess. Her counterpart's similarity ended with the ability to stop men in their tracks. She was 5'2”, had short blond hair and breasts that seemed far too large for the tight halter top she was wearing. Pete was convinced or at least very hopeful that they would soon burst free. She had on an incredibly short skirt and long pointy black shoes. While goddess' face screamed unobtainable ecstasy, the blonde's emanated pure mischief.

Pete would have been happy to sit and watch these two debate ancient Greek nomenclature. But there was no debating going on. You would have to call it dancing, but it was so much more. Grinding, yes, but that doesn't do it justice. Pete had never seen a sex show to compare to the erotic choreography taking place in front of him. The movements did not portray passion for each other. Rather, they emphasized the eroticism of each. The blonde's caress of the goddess' breasts merely accentuated their perfections. When the goddess gracefully spun blond around and grabbed her breasts from behind it only made them seem that much more likely to burst from their bounds. When her hands then worked down her body to caress the inside of the blonde's thighs it made it clear exactly how close her hands were to the blonde's gyrating pelvic bone. Pete wanted to put his head on the floor to see if maybe that would give him the angle to see what color her panties were. That was before the goddess' hands did move up to caress the blonde's vagina, removing the necessity of guessing. In the light it was hard to determine the whether they were an electric light blue or silver. There was no doubt that the tall girls hand was pressing them up and in.

Pete lost track of each of the moves. He didn't try to pretend he wasn't staring. He just stood and stared in appreciation. Kathy elbowed him and made some comment about how they should sell tickets or something along that line. Pete didn't pay much attention. He figured they were intentionally putting on a show, why pretend not to watch. Well, evidently blatantly watching was not allowed. The blonde shot Pete a number of dirty looks, but that really just turned him on more. After a few minutes, she strutted towards him, shoved him in the chest and told him to get lost or he would get hurt.

Pete just grinned and said, "Aww come on, now you're just teasing me."

The blonde gave him a strange look, then a big mischievous grin before she turned to rejoin her partner. She added "Remember, you've been warned" over her shoulder.

At the end of that song, the six foot goddess took two steps toward Pete. She eyed him up and down, locking on his crotch momentarily before capturing his gaze with hers. She seemed to be amused. Pete wondered if she could tell that he was aroused. He didn't care; he just loved looking deep into her eyes as she sauntered towards him. That's probably why he didn't really see it coming. The goddess' right leg flew forward, accelerating rapidly. As her upper leg approached being parallel with the floor, the lower leg began it own amazing acceleration.

This was no uncoordinated kick. This was a well practiced fluid motion. The very front of her shoe slammed directly into his balls. Pete felt like the world exploded around him. A bolt of electricity shot through his body. He wasn't aware of pain at first. He body just doubled over and his knees began to buckle. Some part of his mind screamed "Don't go down." He felt the top of his head bump against something soft. He smelled something sweet, enticing and sensual. He also felt hands firmly grasp his shoulders. They weren't lifting him, just holding him there. Pete didn't have a spare brain cell to wonder why. The first waves of pain were beginning to wash over his body when his world exploded again. Somehow this time was even worse. Pete didn't know it, but the blonde had circled around him while the goddess held him. When in position, she slammed her pointy shoes directly into his balls from behind. Pete also didn't remember falling to the ground. He just found himself on his knees, his body curled into a tight ball and his head resting on the goddess' boots. He could hear laughter and cat calls above him, but it was like it was in a different world.

Pete struggled to handle the pain that seemed to be ricocheting through his body and get a better grasp of his surroundings. After a seeming eternity, although it was probably only a few moments, he felt his head was being pulled up by his hair. He neither resisted nor helped, but soon found himself on his knees, sitting on his feet, his knees parted for balance. He wasn't actually supporting any of his own weight. He felt like this goddess before him could easily throw him forward, back or to one side with a flick of her wrist as she continued to hold his head by his hair. He looked slowly up her body. Up past her long, toned legs, beyond the silver skirt hat hugged the curves of her hips, over her perfectly flat stomach, between her rounded breasts on her heaving chest, pausing briefly on the pouty, smiling laugh, before looking deep into her eyes. Some part of Pete knew she was going to kick him again. Perhaps it was the same part that wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than for her to do so. A much larger part of him desperately just wanted her to let him go and to end the torture, but the minority seemed to somehow communicate itself in his eyes. She gave an odd, sweet smile, before she delivered the last devastating kick. His balls were trapped between the stretched cloth of his pants and his pelvic bone. In retrospect, it was probably the weakest of the three kicks by far. The girl did have pity after all. But at the moment it did not matter. His body was already drained and the balls could not escape the blow. Pete's body convulsed and he curled up on the floor in a fetal position.

He was dimly aware of the two shapes gyrating above him and the legs stepping over and around him as they continued their dance. An especially horny part of his brain pointed out that it didn't think the goddess was wearing panties and all he had to do was look up to find out. Pete didn't move. He had never been in so much pain in his life. He realized that he was probably an even bigger attraction than the two nymphs above him, but he didn't care. It was oddly peaceful.

The Intern

By tall_pete

Here is my first story in a while. Let me know what you think. I like it (then again I wrote it...) but I'm not sure it is worth continuing. Sometimes the buildup is more fun that the real hard core part. This way we all get to imagine what we would want to happen in the next room. But let me know what you think. Is it better to do another build-up with a different scenario or continue with this one? – Pete

John was a pretty successful guy. He was in his young thirties, made a good living, kept in decent shape, and did ok with the ladies. But there was something missing. John knew what it was but he just didn't have the balls to do anything about it. You see John fantasized, no was obsessed with, women totally dominating his world by torturing his precious and currently deprived balls.

John lived this crazy life in his fantasies and even sometimes online under various names. He wrote wild stories about gorgeous women torturing his balls until he begged for mercy only to have the women then beat them all the harder. In real life he was a straight-laced, corporate chicken-shit.

John was fantasizing when he first interviewed the new intern, Jessica. She was sexy as hell, vibrant and forthright. John guessed she was about 5'5”, maybe 135 lbs in all the right places. She had femininely muscular calves and shoulders, probably c-cups, a thin waist and beautifully rounded ass. Her face was pretty in an every-day sort of way when she wasn't smiling. When she smiled, or spoke with enthusiasm, she became magnetic. You wanted to hear what she had to say. You wanted her to like you. You wanted to please her.

John dragged his mind away from the idea of Jessica pounding her now bobbing foot directly into his balls as he kneeled in front of her. He really was impressed by this young woman, and not just in his fantasy word. She was smart, and ambitious. She was going to be a senior in college and wanted to work in marketing. She thought so much of the company's marketing campaigns (that John created and managed) and oh so much wanted to work with the company for the summer so she could 'learn from somebody so experienced in the field’. John never stood a chance. She really was far more qualified than any other intern he had ever hired. In fact his only concern was that he seemed to have trouble thinking or speaking coherently in her presence.

John didn't regret his choice. Jessica proved to be an extremely hard working and quick learning intern. John found her more adept than many veteran employees and began working closely with her on a number of projects. He knew there was a sexual energy between them. He realized that she sensed when his eyes lingered a moment too long on different parts of her anatomy. She even seemed to encourage it with her body language, coy smiles and knowing looks. But John disciplined himself about this. He caught himself when his eyes did begin to linger. He tried not to flirt. He wanted to keep it professional.

That became more difficult after one Tuesday afternoon about six weeks after Jessica started. John had been working on a new BB story to post online during lunch. It was, not surprisingly, about a younger woman busting an older, professional man's balls. The man was a coach and the girl a student athlete. But even if John didn't want to admit it, his inner fantasies about Jessica heavily influenced the story. The girl was fictional version of Jessica and the man was himself.

John was almost done the story when an emergency meeting was called about a campaign that was going out the next day. So-called emergency meetings were commonplace. John found it amusing how people could create emergencies about some very silly things. His amusement disappeared as he sat down at his desk after the meeting. His screen was not dark and it should have been after 40 minutes without being touched. To make matters worse the top window on his screen was a word document and he knew he had left his email on top. When he killed the document his stomach did a lurch. He was looking at the BB article we had just been working on and it was on page 6, the last page he was working on. He knew he had closed the document. He always did. It wasn't possible he was confused about this.

John was still trying to get a grasp on the situation and its possible implications when Jessica walked into his office -- and damn if she wasn't smirking. "Were you using my computer?" John asked quickly before she said anything.

Jessica, un-phased by his tone, responded, "Yeah, Kim needed me to fax the campaign report to her so I printed it out and faxed it to her."

John was momentarily mollified until his mind reminded him how that did not explain why his BB story was up and on the last page. He had closed it and Jessica had just admitted she was on his computer. John looked up again as Jessica sat in the chair on the other side of his desk, crossed her arms under her pert breasts and crossed her legs so that the most prominent thing John saw was her bare right knee bouncing as she sat. She continued to smile at him.

"Did you want something?" John managed.

"Me? No I just wanted to see if you wanted something. You are the boss right?" She grinned wickedly.

"Ahh, no, not right now. Thanks," John stammered. "Sorry, I've got something on my mind. Do you have something to do?" John continued as he managed to recover slightly.

"Yeah, there's always something to do," Jessica replied “And don't worry about it. It may turn out just the way you want it to," she added with a smile.

John's heart almost stopped. "What?" was all he managed.

"Whatever you are worried about," Jessica replied with a coy grin, "I'm sure it will work out for you. I have complete faith in you." With that Jessica rose and left John floundering motionlessly in his chair.

Things were awkward for John during the next few days. Jessica continued to smirk at him. He also caught her looking at him curiously when she didn't think he noticed. He was becoming certain that she had read his story. In a way it excited and encouraged him. She seemed to smile at him even more than before, and there was something extra to the smile. He would never hook up with his intern, but the idea that this hot young vixen found his fetish cool was exhilarating.

The situation escalated the following Thursday. A campaign had been moved up to that weekend. It was a large campaign and if it worked it could make the company and John a nice piece of change. But it meant a lot of work had to be done by Friday morning. Jessica, usually the biggest help on these projects had to leave at five o'clock. She was very apologetic, and almost agitated that she couldn't stay late to help. John reassured her that he had spent many an all-nighter before and he doubted this evening would be as late as some others had been.

Sure enough, John was wrapping up what he thought had to get done that night around ten when to his surprise the door buzzer sounded. The building was locked at night and only a few people had keys. John made his way to the receptionist’s desk and hit the button on the intercom. "Yes?"

"Hi John? It’s Jessica," the metallic voice responded.

John had mixed emotions as he watched the numbers on the elevator climb to the 4th floor. He always liked to see Jessica, but he was ready to leave. It wasn't like she could be much help now. When the doors opened to reveal Jessica, John could feel his pulse quicken. She looked amazing. She was wearing a short black skirt that didn't make it a third of the way down her thighs and a silver, low cut, sleeveless vest. She had on black stockings and black boots that came half way up her calves and had 3-inch heels. Her hair was down and curly.

"Wow," John let out with full sincerity. "You look great. Hot date?"

Jessica flashed him a big smile as she walked towards him. "Date yes, hot no. I thought I would swing by and see if you were still hard at work."

John was struggling not to ogle at her as he said, "I'm pretty much done for the night. I hope you didn't cut your date short."

"Not short enough," was the curt reply. "I couldn't wait to get out of there. Well that isn't fair,” Jessica paused, "He is a sweet guy, but guys my age bore me." Jessica finished as she gave a John a look that made it clear that she had a different few of men a little older.

John could feel his face redden slightly as his heart hammered against his chest. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, but tried to keep control of his emotions as he replied, "I bet the guys can't get enough of you though." John wanted to kick himself; he was flirting. He didn't want to flirt.

Jessica's eyes flashed in response. Her posture shifted slightly so that her right hip jutted out just a little, her back arched ever so slightly. It was probably a natural response, one that she intuitively knew played up her curves in a way that made it hard for men not to stare. "Do you know why I wanted the date to end John? Do you know what kept going through my mind?"

John swallowed nervously. They hadn't moved since she had stepped off the elevator. John leaned back and half sat on the receptionist's desk directly behind him. His knees where bent slightly but his feet were still planted on the ground. John wondered momentarily if he were trying to retreat. After a very long moment, John asked almost in spite of himself. "No, tell me."

Jessica leaned forward, but didn't move her feet and stared directly into his eyes, making sure that he was fully captivated before continuing. "I kept thinking about kicking you in the balls." John froze in place as she continued without missing a breath. "I thought about what it would be like to have you completely at my mercy. You know I read your story John. Well I also searched online and found others I know where by you. You want me to kick you in the balls don't you John?"

John felt like the world had stopped as she continued to hold his gaze. He couldn't look away even if he tried. He was also pretty sure he couldn't speak. He felt like he was 14 again, scared to death of girls. Finally, he nodded. He didn't say a word, just nodded and then looked down.

John saw Jessica's right leg step back at the very top of his line of vision. He then saw her left knee bend and the muscles tighten as the right leg began to swing up at him. John clenched onto the desk and spread his knees slightly wider as he saw her knee rising up in the air as if in slow motion. John's mind reeled silently as he then watched the leg begin to straighten as the knee rose so the foot was accelerating far faster than any other part of the leg. John thought his mind was playing tricks on him; the knee seemed to be moving in slow motion while the foot seemed to turn into a blur. Then there was a flash, or maybe an internal explosion. Jessica's foot slammed into his balls. John's eyes bulged. His back arched. He opened his mouth to yell but nothing came out. His balls didn't hurt, nothing hurt. The world just seemed to have become one overwhelming sensation. It was like he had stuck his finger in a light socket.

Then the first wave of pain washed over him and then another larger one. A deadening ache seemed to spread from his groin and his body started to deflate. His head fell forward and his body slumped. He was surprised when his head landed on Jessica's shoulder and he felt her arm go around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and clung to her back, enjoying how she felt and smelled as he tried to acclimate to the waves of pain washing though his body.

Then he felt her hand move across his crotch. He was mildly surprised to realize that his cock was almost fully erect already and was at full salute within seconds after her hand brushed over it. This seemed to reassure her because after a brief pause her hand continued lower and maneuvered so that she was holding both his balls. This was oddly erotic and simultaneously soothing. That is before she started to squeeze, twist and pull.

Each yank, twist or squeeze sent new jolts of energy and waves of pain through John's body. He hung onto her for dear life as her other arm hugged him closer to her. After a couple of yanks he was whimpering and yelping into her shoulder. He let out a slightly different kind of shudder when she first nibbles on the side of his neck. In moments she was passionately kissing, sucking and biting on his neck while she tormented his aching nuts with her hand. The yanks and pulls became harder and harder and her body started grinding against him.

John was completely overwhelmed. He was in ecstatic agony. He didn't want it to stop but his body was starting to curl up instinctively to defend itself and he seemed unable to stop it. As his thighs squeezed together and his body doubled over, Jessica found it harder and harder to get a good grip on his balls. Suddenly she pulled away, reached down and pulled his legs apart with both hands, and then looked up at him as she grabbed his shoulders. She looked inflamed. Her chest was heaving and her face was flushed with a look of pure exhilaration.

John looked her in the eye, totally defenseless as her right knee flung up into his battered balls. There was another amazing surge of energy, but this time his body immediately collapsed, falling to the floor. Jessica grabbed his body, unable and not even trying to stop the fall. She made sure he landed on his knees in front of her. John instinctively wrapped his arms around her, but she pulled him away from her by his hair. John, sat on his heels, his knees spread before him and stared up at her in complete submission and adoration. She could have sent him sprawling with the slightest shove. Jessica smiled warmly down at him, caressed his cheek with her left hand while she slammed her right booted foot directly into his balls one more time.

Jessica couldn't help but smile at the response. If she weren't so enraptured by the power and emotions that rolled over her, she would have laughed out loud. John's body convulsed. His face looked completely perplexed at what could be taking over his body like this and then he flopped to the ground, practically wrapped around her feet.

Jessica stepped over him towards his office and leaned down and grabbed him by his hair. She had walked into the office filled with the confidence of a nice buzz from the drinks at dinner, but it was completely replaced now with a rush of power. She turned and yanked his hair to follow her as she walked towards his office. She thought she was walking slowly but could tell he was struggling to crawl along behind her on his hands and knees as she led him by his hair.

This was going to be a lot of fun, she thought to herself.

To be continued?