Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Global Domination

By wince

Kathy's heart began to race as she realized she was being followed. At this time, in this area of the campus, it was mostly deserted. She quickened her pace, just short of running, to her dorm. Scenes of being attacked danced sharply in her mind. She knew the statistics and didn't want to become one.

"SING, SING, SING," she reminded herself. It was the acronym they taught her in self-defense class to remember the four targets to focus on. ‘S’ was for Solar-plexus, ‘I’ was for...damn, she couldn't remember... she moved on to ‘N’, but again she was blanking out, she was too nervous and the class seemed so long ago. ‘N” is for…knee, no that wasn’t right.

‘G’, she thought, and she smiled despite her growing fear. G was for Groin, the throne of both pain and pleasure for any guy alive. Since she couldn't recall the exact spot for the solar plexus, she would concentrate on G.

She looked over her shoulder, ready to run if she found anyone there. There was no one, at least that she could see.

"G, G, G," she whispered to herself. If any creep came up to her, he would infinitely regret it. A single strike to his G-spot, and it would be curtains for him. She wasn't helpless she told herself. She had many weapons- her hands, her elbows, her knees, her feet. Yes, if some idiot came to her she would introduce the balls of his crotch to the baalls of her feet. She didn't need to be afraid. 'In fact,' she told herself, 'I'm not afraid. I'm not scared, I'm not even-'

"Kathy, buen-?"

Kathy shrieked, whirled and launched her foot outward as hard as she could towards whomever was behind her. They connected with a solid THWUMP right into the crotch of a guy she realized she knew. It was one of her classmates, a transfer student from South America. She'd remembered staring at him earlier today, thinking he looked so hot with his lean muscles, dark skin and doe eyes. Now the poor sap had dropped to his knees, his face scrunched up and his hands cradling his mashed potatoes.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay? Are you, um, okay down…there?" She suddenly remembered that he spoke only a little English. A long time ago, she'd taken Spanish courses, but she never came close to mastering the language. Still, she had to ask him if he was all right. "Como estan... su...huevos?" She slapped her forehead, concluding that the language barrier was too great. Not that the expression on his face was in any way unclear conveying the agony he was in.

She heard someone clear their throat and saw a thin blond girl hiding in the bushes. The blonde motioned with her hands for Kathy to come towards her. Kathy had no idea what she wanted but it looked very urgent.

Kathy looked at the guy whom she had just given a temporary castration. She patted his back in what she hoped was an assuring manner. "You'll be okay, just try to relax and take deep breaths, and maybe you should take some aspirin. Uh, I'll be right back."

Kathy ran over to the other girl.

The blonde said, "What the heck did you do that for, you could have killed him. And aspirin is not gonna do a thing."

"I thought someone was stalking me!"

"Well, that was me actually."

"What the hell is wrong with you, I thought someone was about to rape me," said Kathy. The blonde looked around nervously and said, "Well, from the sounds he's making and the way he's lying there all curled up, I get the impression you can defend yourself well enough. Please, my name is Maria; I'm actually here to help you. Let me start from the beginning. Just listen. A few weeks ago you signed up to be a test subject."

Kathy nodded. One of the requirements for passing her Psychology class was to participate in any one of a number of experiments being given on the campus. This helped allow the older Psych students to have a steady supply of guinea pigs. The one she had signed up for was being conducted by a grad student named Chris Farino. The experiment was slated for tomorrow night.

Maria continued, "I'm Chris' lab assistant. It was supposed to be a study of which stimulus- pain or pleasure- is greater to focusing mental acuity and reflexes. But he's rigged the experiment. You were going to be competing with another test subject. You would be given a pleasurable stimulus whenever you were doing well and the other test subject, some guy named Daniel Milburn, would be subjected to pain every time he was doing poorly."

"Wait, did you say Daniel Milburn?" Kathy recognized the guy as this asshole who always treated women like inferiors when he wasn’t busy treating them like objects. There was a most aggravating incident when Dan had pinched her butt as she walked by him in the university center. She was so shocked she just hurried away quick as she could. She relished the thought of giving that idiot some well-deserved pain.

"Yes," said Maria. "But like I said, the experiment is rigged. It turns out that Chris and Daniel are friends. Chris has rigged it so that the wires connected to Daniel's genitals are offline."

"Whoa! Back up. Did you just say 'connected to his... genitals'!?" Kathy couldn't believe what she was hearing. "If it's rigged then I just won't show up."

Maria smiled nervously, "No, it's okay. I'm going over to the lab right now. I'll rewire the machines. You won't have to worry about anything, but you do need to show up."


"Well, for one thing, to dish out some well deserved punishment to this Daniel guy. I've met him and he is a class A jerk. Even if he does have the prettiest eyes this side of the Mississippi."

"I know what you mean. On both counts."

"Also I have a side bet with Chris," said Maria as she rolled her eyes. "One I don't particularly want to lose, sooo...."

"Are you sure I'll be okay?"

"You have nothing to worry about. In fact, you better head home and get a good night's rest. It's going to be quite a fun night for us tomorrow."

Kathy was still worried but nodded. "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow night." Maria smiled and ran off towards the science buildings.

When Kathy turned she saw the poor guy still struggling to get to his feet. His legs were wobbly like a newborn fawn. "Here let me help you," she said.

At the sound of her voice, he turned. When he saw her coming towards him, he shrieked in terror, and tried to hobble as fast as his uncooperative legs would allow. The pain in his groin was still shooting through his body, but he had to get the hell away from this crazy senorita.

Kathy sighed guiltily. But as she watched him hobbling away in terror, a loud giggle burst from her lips. She covered her mouth with her hand, but it was no use, the thought of what she had just done was too funny to contain.

She strutted back to her dorm room, feeling empowered. "Yeah, that's right, I'm bad."

The next night, Kathy entered the science lab marveling at how well funded the department seemed to be. Chris and Dan were already there busy talking to one side. Maria came over to where Kathy stood. Whenn Kathy looked at her she was not encouraged by the expression on Maria's face.

"What's the matter?" Kathy asked.

"I was going to rewire it so that your stimuli would be offline, while increasing the signal to Dan. The wiring was a little more complicated than I thought it would be, but I think I got everything right."

"Maybe I should just quit while I'm ahead."

"No, don't worry," said Maria. "There's a failsafe button that will shutdown the machine. If things get bad for you, just flutter your eyebrows and I'll push it and stop the experiment. Trust me."

Kathy had a hard time trusting anyone who said, "Trust me" but she didn't have any time as Chris called her over.

Chris was of average height, short dark brown hair with glasses and wearing a traditional white lab coat. He would have been handsome were it not for the snooty pretentious expression on his face. Kathy noticed him smirking and looking at her breasts, and she had to suppress the urge to run and knee his balls through the roof of his mouth.

"Well," Chris began. "I'm incredibly lucky to have such a gorgeous test subject for my little project. No doubt, you're dying to find out what my ingenious little contraption does."

He was gesturing to two fancy metal and leather chairs spaced side by side. Before them was a large translucent monitor screen on a table. The table had two lengths of cable, one snaking up to each chair. One cable ended in what Kathy could only describe as a dildo-like object. The other cable connected to something that Robocop might use as a jockstrap.

Chris pointed to the monitor. "That is a 3D optitechnic holoscreen that will display a simple video game that the two of you will be playing. As the game progresses, you will be subjected to certain "stimuli" that will reflect your performance in the game. That's basically all I can tell you, from now on I will mostly play the role of observer and note-taker. I will be up in the observance booth so as not to prove a distraction. Now, my lovely assistant, Maria, will aid you with putting on your respective equipment."

Maria walked over to Kathy and whispered, "Okay, I'm afraid you're going to have to insert that thing" -she pointed the dildo-like cable- "into, um, yourself. Don't worry, it's not so uncomfortable."

"How would you know?" asked Kathy.

Maria rolled her eyes and blushed slightly. "Well, let's just say I gave it a test run a few days ago."

"Fine," Kathy said with resignation. "If you could just provide me some privacy so that Dan won't be leering at me?"

"Sure," said Maria taking off her own lab coat and putting it around Kathy. Kathy dropped her pants and panties and gently attached the bizarre device into herself. She immediately broke out in goosebumps. Oh, she thought, the things I do for payback. Once she had the device on, she was actually able to pull her pants up a good part of the way. She had to leave her zipper open and pants button undone though.

"I think I'm all set," said Kathy as she gave Maria back her lab coat.

From the other side of the room, Dan called out, "Hey, Maria, maybe you can give me some "assistance!" He was smirking lewdly. Maria walked over. Despite her indignation, she one again marveled at his beautiful blue eyes. Oh well, if everything goes right, in a short while he'll have a matching pair of beautifully bruised blue balls.

She stood in front of him hands on her hips. "Try taking off your pants first, Einstein."

"I thought you'd never ask," he said.

"Now drop your undies," she commanded. He dropped his red boxer briefs to his ankles, stepped out of them, and put his hands on his hips, mimicking her pose. He stood there smirking.

"What, do you expect me to applaud or something? Considering your shortcomings, a laugh track might be more appropriate." The truth was he had nothing to be ashamed of, but Kathy wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of showing she noticed. She grabbed the robo-jockstrap. It opened up by a hinge at the crotch. She fantasized about his nuts getting trapped in the hinge, but alas the hinge was too small to catch his sizable gonads. Inside the device were two large holes for him to drop his testicles through, and a sheath large enough to hold his penis even if he sprouted an erection. Within the holes and sheath were a variety of gears, grinders, and electricity-producing needles to break even the strongest man's will.

She slipped it between his legs and snapped the two halves of the device together loudly, causing him to jump. There were two latches at the sides of the "waistband" that locked automatically.

"Mmphh, a bit snug," he said.

"Now take off your shirt," she commanded.

"What? Why do I need to do that for?"

"It's part of the experiment," she lied.

"Fine, I think you just want to see my pecs."

Hmm, maybe he's not as stupid as he looks, she thought. He threw his shirt on the floor next to his pants and briefs. She scooped them up and left him standing there wearing only his socks and the robo-strap. She went up to the observation area with Chris.

"Okay, now sit down and I'll give you your last instructions," came Chris' voice.

They sat down and as they put their arms on the armrests, shackles came out trapping their wrists in place. Kathy noticed her right hand had access to a joystick and at her left hand was a button.

Suddenly the monitor display before them shone up. Then it darkened enough to show a little gun turret at the bottom of the screen. Kathy fiddled with the joystick and found she could control the direction of the turret. At certain angles she could see the tinted reflection of Dan's face from where he sat beside her.

Chris' voice said, "You'll be playing against each other. Once the game starts, little circles of different colors will float down from the top of the screens. When circles of the same color touch each other, they pop and disappear and any circles around them are propelled away. Otherwise they fall down till they hit the side or the bottom of the screen where they will stick and accumulate.

"Kathy, your colors are yellow, white, and green. Those are the ones that you want to get rid of. Dan, your colors are purple, red, and blue. If the screen fills up, whoever has the least circles with their colors wins. You'll find that the controls on your armrests let you move the gun at the bottom. By shooting at the falling circles, you have some control which direction the circles go. One last thing you should know- the more circles you get rid off, the more circles of your opponent’s colors will appear on the screen.

"And that’s all you need to know for now,” said Chris. “Ready and … begin!"

Letters began to appear on the screen spelling out the words "Global Domination." Then the letters disappeared and the game started.

Kathy began tentatively; she fired a shot at a blue circle but missed by an inch. She fired again. This time she hit a green circle, knocking it into another green circle. They both popped like balloons. She heard a pained gasp come through from Dan's side and saw his face tense because of her last maneuver. At the same time, a pleasant tingling sensation tickled her between her thighs.

'Stay focused!' she warned herself. Her next few shots either missed or hit the circles at the wrong angle. Actually, she thought, maybe she should call them globes instead of circles, since, after all, the name of the game was Global Domination. And by the end she intended to have Dan's 'globes' thoroughly dominated.

Dan shot at a purple globe bouncing it towards another purple globe. This time his eyebrows arched and a soft "ohhh" escaped his lips. Kathy realized that he was getting his own pleasant tickling sensation, and she braced herself to receive some painful stimulus. But nothing happened.

'Okay' Kathy thought. Maria must have really screwed up the wires because nothing was working as she had predicted. It seemed that whenever globes of Kathy's colors popped, she would feel pleasure and Dan would feel pain. On the other hand, if a globe of his colors popped, he would feel pleasure but she would feel nothing.

Kathy shot at a yellow globe making it crash right into another yellow. They popped and their little explosion pushed a nearby blue globe (one of Dan's) into another blue globe.

Dan felt two conflicting forces on his genitals. At first there was a brief but agonizing yank and slap sensation on his balls. A split second later there was a pleasant milking sensation on his penis. His face scrunched up as his confused brain tried to reconcile the input.

Kathy was really getting into the game now. She smiled at how this was turning out. The next few minutes were give and take and neither she nor Dan was clearly winning. He would alternately let out sighs of ecstasy and whimpers of distress. Kathy spared a glance towards him and saw sweat coating his thighs. All the while, she felt the feathery warmth vibrating in her pussy every time she made globes of her color disappear.

Up in the booth, Chris was taking notes. He noticed Dan overreacting as if he was receiving stimuli through his robo-jock. But that couldn't be, as Chris knew he had fixed the wires. Oh well, Dan always was a ham.

Chris turned to his fellow partner and noticed that she was grinning. "What are you smiling about? You do realize that she's gonna lose and you're going to have to pay up?" It was a simple bet. If Dan won, Maria would become Chris' sex slave for the rest of the night. If Kathy won, then Chris would be Maria's boy toy instead. Either way, Chris thought, he was going to get laid

Maria smiled innocently. "Anything can happen. You never know."

Meanwhile, Kathy was still playing, giving Dan's crotch a dual workout. Geez, he must be getting very sore down there by now.

Only Dan really knew the hell he was experiencing, and he wouldn't have been able to put it in words, assuming anything other than inarticulate sobs could come out of his mouth. The damn robo-jock was driving him insane. At times, it would be expertly milking his erection like a nymph with a silk glove. It would circle a feathery "fingertip" around the rim of the head, stopping every now and then to linger and massage the soft underside of his love pump. Then at other times- WHAMMO- his poor wretched nuts were ssuffering some combination of a squeeze, slap, yank, flick, punch, or flattening. Never before had he experienced such a volley of bliss and misery. At intervals, the two sensations almost seemed to merge like two bodies in the throes of passion.

Kathy was enjoying herself tremendously, but she knew she couldn't keep this going all night. She never really played video games, even as a child, and her eyes were starting to tire. Her hand was also starting to cramp. But if she wanted a quick win she would have to use strategy.

She had a plan. It was going to be risky, but Dan had more to lose than she did.

After a few moments, Dan realized that Kathy had stopped firing. At first, Dan thought Chris might have done something to her controls. Taking as much advantage as he could, Dan started firing with renewed vigor.

Each time Dan got rid of his globes, the pleasuring sensation invaded his groin. Without the occasional pain to his balls to counteract it, his cock began to swell and throb. It was like a slow but magnificent hand job.

Unfortunately, just as Kathy planned, this played havoc with his concentration. She just sat there and watched his face, observing the frustration of a young man crawling erratically, but surely, towards the brink of orgasm. At times he would close his eyes briefly, having to concentrate while his brain dealt with the immense sensations. In the painful haze of pleasure, he imagined that the gun turret at the bottom of the screen was his throbbing cock shooting up little spurts of precum.

And that's when Kathy decided to strike.

Her aim was true as she shoot at her globes. Pop, pop, pop, her attack was ruthless and relentless. Because she hadn't been firing, most of the globes on the screen were of her color. So once they started popping there was a cascade effect as they bounced, careened and exploded all over the screen.

Nearby, Dan thought his heart would stop. Here he was, standing at the threshold of the most intense orgasm in his young but promiscuous life, when he started to feel his balls being pelted and pummeled. It was as if he'd stuck his balls through a hole in the wall and women on the other side were hurtling stones at them.

His poor addled brain nearly short-circuited. His ejaculation began erupting out even as his aching nuts were being thumped, smashed, and cracked. Even the sound that came out of his mouth was confused, a primal scream of finding heaven and hell at the same moment.

Simultaneously, Kathy was making her own sounds, cooing at the rush of ecstasy seeping between her thighs. Dan's pain was being translated into her own sexual climax. She gripped down on the sides of the chair as her toes curled involuntarily. She hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes, but when she'd opened them, she saw Dan lying slumped and unconscious. His poor little brain was too overwhelmed, she thought.

The game was still running, but it was an easy enough matter to finish it, now that her opponent was incapacitated. She felt every globe she popped pleasuring her and knew that Dan's balls were being pummeled even as he lay there unconscious.

Soon it was over. She was exhausted but she had won. She was surprised to notice Maria standing next to her cheering.

"You did it," Maria shouted. "Wow, you're practically glowing after that victory." Kathy wasn't sure if she were blushing. Maria helped her out of the chair and put her clothes back correctly. They both walked over to the unconscious Dan. With a slightly morbid curiously, they knew they both wanted to see what was left of Dan's gonads.

Maria opened up the robo-jock, and laughed as she saw Dan's spunk spread out. It was a wonder that he hadn't short circuited the machinery and ended up frying his cock and balls. Then again, she thought recalling his last scream; maybe that's exactly what happened.

But neither girl could see Dan's balls. They had swollen so much that they were now trapped in the holes in the robo-jock and would not come out.

Chris had come down in the meantime and saw what the girls were doing. He was going to stop them, but reconsidered. Dan deserved what he got. How dare he lose after, Chris had gone through the trouble of rigging the whole experiment. And now Chris had lost the bet. Oh well, he guessed submissive sex with Maria was better than no sex at all.

The girls decided that they really wanted to see Dan's balls. So while Maria held him down, Kathy began to pull on the robojock. They could see the two orbs being stretched unnaturally.

Just at this time, Dan started regaining consciousness. He looked down and started screaming at the sight literally spread out before him.

“This is for pinching my ass,” yelled Kathy. With an Amazonian battle cry, she pulled with all her strength. With a final yank, Kathy heard two *pops*. Dan slumped back into his chair, mercifully unconscious again. Of course, the pain was still going to be there when he woke up.

“Yuck,” said Maria looking at Dan’s crotch, “I’ve never seen a sight like that before.” She high-fived Kathy.

Chris couldn’t watch anymore so he started going back to the observation booth. As he walked away, Maria said to his back, “Later tonight, midnight, right here.”

Chris smiled over his shoulder, “I won’t be late. Make sure you bring your appetite, and I don’t mean for food.” He heard the girls giggling like little kids as he left the room.

Chris arrived quite early. A lab wasn’t the most romantic place, but then again, he was here for the sex, not the romance. And the old bouncy-bouncy can be done anywhere, even in a lab.

Finally he heard the door open, and saw Maria come in. He frowned when he saw her still in a lab coat, but she opened it slightly revealing a marked lack of clothing underneath. Her ample breasts peeked out as the lab coat opened even more.

“Damn,” he said, “I knew there was a reason I made you my assistant.”

“Okay, big boy,” she purred. Without another word she pushed him into the chair. Automatically the wrist restraints cuffed him down. She grabbed his ankles yanking hard enough to bring his ass to the edge of the seat.

He looked at her standing there poised between the fork of his legs holding his legs outstretched. He could feel his erection inflating. ‘Boy, oh, boy,’ he thought, ‘I am the luckiest man in the world.’

“What I don’t understand,” said Maria. “Is how someone as smart as you can be so incredibly stupid.” She let go of his ankles and jabbed quickly at the growing bulge before her. He yelped just as she punched again, this time digging and grinding her knuckles till his nads were tightly sandwiched between her fist and his pelvic bone. In one fluid motion, she opened her hands, encircled his throbbing testicles, and squeezed. The muscles in her face tensed in a smile as she applied as much pressure as she could. Mercifully, he passed out.

When he woke up, he didn’t know how much time had passed, but he realized he was naked except for the robo-jock.

Maria lounged in the other chair, fully clothed, with a bucket of popcorn in her lap. “Glad, you’re up again.”

“What the hell,” he said groggily, “I’m not going to play against you.”

“That’s right, you’re going to be playing with yourself, so to speak. I’m just going to watch. I assume you don’t want to get your nuts tortured, so you’re going to try to win. Which means the jock will pretty much be a milking machine. Of course, eventually your hands are going to tire, or your dick is going to be so sore that you’ll choose to have your balls be the center of attention. And that’s when the real show will begin.” She smiled.

He saw the words of his doom appear on the screen. G-L-O-B-A-L D-O-M-I-N-A-T-I-O-N. Sweat immediately broke out on his forehead as the globes began to fall.

Driving Practice

By voltinky

Today is supposed to be my driving practice day. I know my mother and my sister are up to something. I’ve heard them whispering about “the car” and “teaching him a lesson” and then suddenly change the subject when they realized I was covertly listening. I don’t know what’s gonna go down exactly but I have a hunch it has something to do with the videos I’d found in mom’s underwear drawer. I was looking for something and really couldn’t find it so I thought I’d look there, okay? What it is I was looking for might have been there. It’s a possibility. So, the video showed guys getting kicked in the balls. For a while I thought it was some videos she found funny but the fact that it was next to her dildo makes me think she might have gotten off on it. Anyway, a few weeks later I was searching for another item in my sister Lori’s room and I stumbled on the same type of videos.

So here I am on a Saturday afternoon minding my own business when my sister barges into my room and says, “Get up bro, mom wants to talk to you.” So I get up and go to the kitchen where mom is waiting for me.

“John, today’s the day you begin to learn how to drive.”

“But mom, I don’t need to drive. I can take the bus.” Of course I’d love to be able to drive, but I knew I’d hate what came with it.

“Son, you’ll go with your sister so she can teach you how to drive. That way, you can be our chauffeur.”

“No, I won’t mom.”

Suddenly, she put both her hands on my shoulder and kneed me hard. I bent over, trying not to fall. I could hear Lori laughing at me.

“Yes, you will, or you’ll get more of that. Is that understood son?”

“Yes mom, I’ll go.”

“Don’t you wanna be our chauffeur, Billy?” I hate when she calls me ‘Billy’. As for being her chauffeur, yeah, right, so I can drive her to frat parties where she’s the ‘main attraction’. I’m still in high school but my sister has found the slutty joys of college from what I hear. Many of the guys at my high school have older brothers going to the local college and she has quite a reputation as a ‘collect a blow job and do not pass go’ kind of girl. The provocation ‘I did your sister’ doesn’t even bother me anymore. I just answer, “Did she let you come?” and that usually gets rid of the jerk’s shit-eating grin. It used to be that they all bragged about it but rumors travel fast and I learned a couple of things about her.

She sadistically prick-teases and never actually lets a guy come. She’s careful to pick a place where she knows they’ll be disturbed and keeps the guy on the edge of coming until someone does walk in on them. When that happens, she looks upset and leaves the room, leaving the receiver in a rather uncomfortable position. A few minutes later, she finds one of the guys who walked in on her, knowing that a college boy gets aroused by even a fraction of a second of seeing a real live blow job. She invites him in a relatively quiet corner and the cycle begins anew until the wee hours of the night. I heard her ‘record’ was fifteen guys in one party. In short, she’s a slut, knows it and flaunts it. Especially today, though this isn’t the sluttiest she’d dressed, she’s still wearing a tank top and a short skirt. And of course, the high heels. She’d wear high heels while mountain climbing.

I take two minutes to recuperate and follow my sister to the car. I sit in the driver’s seat and she to my right.

“Alright Billy, you see this? This is a key, you have to insert it in the keyhole, hence the name, to get the car to start.”

“Fuck you,” I think, but I just smile.

“Now put on your seat belt and unzip your pants,” she says.

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“I’m taking a behavioral psychology course and I’ve learned that one of the most effective ways of teaching a skill to a subject is to cause him pain if he fails and give him a reward if he succeeds. You’ll see, you’ll learn real quickly with me.”

“No way. I won’t be your guinea pig.”

“MOM!! Billy won’t let me teach him properly.”

“Alright, alright, we’ll do it your way.” Anything to avoid another one of mom’s knees.

My mother in the distance, “What is it honey?”

“Nothing mom, we’ve sorted it out.” With that, she broadly smiled at me while I unzipped my pants. She roughly grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them out of my pants, causing me to wince and her to giggle. Her hand was at the base of my cock, where she could both tease it while easily squeezing my balls.

“Alright, we’re all set; just pull the stick at the same angle I pull your cock so we can back out of the driveway.”

So I start the car and do as she tells me. I’ve already got some experience driving in empty parking lots and dirt roads so we go for driving in relatively deserted suburban streets.

We get to an intersection and I break briskly. “No bro, you have to do it gently,” she says as she starts squeezing my nuts. I gripped the wheel and tried to withstand the pain. “I’ll be as rough with your balls as you are with the breaks. Now look both ways to see if you can go.”

Of course, there’s no one around, so I turn right and we get to the next intersection, I’m careful to break really smoothly. “Good boy, see, I told you my teaching technique is effective.” With one finger, she caresses underneath the head.

I get squeezed and teased for another five minutes until we get to a gas station to fill up.

“Alright, here’s the money mom gave me for the gas. Zip up your pants, get the gas and bring me an O’Henry.” I do as she says, trying to hide the hard-on from other customers.

I got back into the car, buckle up and zip down.

“Bro, I wanna try something else but it’s up to you. I’ll either use my mouth or my hand. If I use my hand and you screw up, I squeeze, if you do something good, I jerk you off. If I use my mouth and you do something bad, I bite but if you do something good, I’ll lick and suck. Which do you prefer?” she says that as she puts the chocolate bar in her mouth and starts sucking on it, making slurping sounds. I know she’s trying to get me into something that’s bad for me. But, those lips and that tongue. I could be that chocolate bar!

“A-alright, the mouth.” My brain says, “No, no! Don’t do that, it’s stupid!” While my cock is saying, “Hey brain, shut the fuck up and just make sure he drives well.”

So she leans over so she can both see the road and easily access my cock and angles it upward with her left hand.

“Let’s go Billy.”

I kept driving around for a while. Then suddenly, some idiot doesn’t even slow down at a stop sign. I broke hard and she bumped her head against the steering wheel.

“You dolt, you should have seen it coming,” she said as she lowered her head.

“Hey, it’s the other guy; it was his stop sig – OOUch!” I look down; she bit the shaft and left marks, the bitch. Being in her mouth felt good for one second and then it hurt like hell.

“Now be more careful or I’ll bite the head next time.”

I now anxiously looked around, drove a lot more slowly and suspected every pedestrian, cyclist or motorist of secretly being suicidal. She didn’t go soft on the shaft and the head would just hurt so much.

Since she’s leaned over, I’m only driving with my left hand, my right hand by my side. She takes the free hand and put it around her back to her breasts.

“How am I supposed to concentrate with my hand there?”

“Take it away then, Billy.”

I can’t take my hand away, her breasts are, well, they’re breasts and just that would be good enough but even as breasts go they’re pretty good. On the other hand, I couldn’t drive with my hand there. But I couldn’t take my hand away. But I…

Holy SHIT!!

I almost hit a pickup truck while passing on a red light. I never saw it was red, I was just trying to decide if I should leave my hand on her breasts or not. Now I had it coming. I saw her lowering her head and I pleaded but I knew it would be to no avail.

AARRGH! She bit the head and pulled at it. I looked and saw she drew blood. Not much, but it HURT.

“Oh, poor little Billy, Does your little dick hurt?”

I opened my mouth to call her a number of names but then I remembered I’m not really in a position of strength. I just grinned and bore it.

“I’m not Goth or anything but I like the taste of blood,” she said as she started licking the head.

It felt so good that it almost made it worth it for her to have bit me. She was skilful.

Just as she started licking, she stopped and said, “Hey, I think that’s Pete’s car.” As if I’m supposed to know who Pete is. “Stop next to him at the light and roll down your window.”

As we got to the red light, she yelled to get Pete’s attention.

“’lo, what’re you up to?” he asks.

“Just teaching my little brother how to drive.” She thought for a moment, looked ahead at the empty street and asked him, “Do you wanna race?”

“Well, I don’t know, if you say your brother is just learning.”

“I’ll blow the winner, is that a good enough argument?” As she licked her lips.

Pete thought for a moment. Clearly, his brain and cock were having the same conversation mine had. The same part of him won.

“Alright, whoever gets to Pine Road first wins it.”

“You got it.”

“Wait a minute, this is dangerous” I started to say. She squeezed my balls.

“Bro, you’ll do it and not a word to mom. Here’s a taste of what you can expect if you win.” She lowered her head and deep-throated me for a few seconds.

The light turned green and I accelerated as fast as the car would allow. Luckily, Pete’s car was his own, that is, a college student’s whereas the one I was driving was that of a baby boomer.

“Come on, bro, faster, faster!” The faster I go, the faster she jerked me and herself off, which was definitely an incentive to put safety aside.

Pete’s shitty car had more horsepower than I thought it did. It actually gave me some competition. I made it to Pine Road just a few seconds before he did. Finally, I was going to get that blow job.

“Alright, let’s go back home, you’ve learned enough today. You did good.”

After I got into the driveway, she opened the door and was about to get out.

“Lori, what about my blow job?!”

“Oh, right, I guess you deserved it.” She began by licking up and down and then took all of it in her mouth, like she promised.

Two minutes of this and I was about to come. My balls hurt so much, not only had they been squeezed a lot but my sister had been teasing them for two hours. I knew she won’t let me come. I decided to risk it. As my sister’s head was bobbing up and down, I put my hand on the back of it and pressed down so she was unable to pull back. That seemed to startle her for a few seconds, just enough to get me past the point of no return. She began screaming in anger though obviously, her screams were a bit muffled. She tried to pull away and I kept pushing down, the back and forth struggle creating even more friction. I came in her mouth and let go of her head. She quickly pulled away, spitting out the sperm.

“You’ll pay for this bro.”

A Hot Day

By voltinky

Someone said there weren't any new stories. Here is one, tell me what you think, any constructive criticism (as in, what did I do well, what should I do, not do, do more or less of) is in your interest.

It was 110 degrees in the middle of July. John really couldn’t stand the heat. He hated it. And that fucking humidity too. For all the 16 years of his life he had hated it. He always wondered why his mother, Carrie, 33, wouldn’t buy an air conditioner. She told him to think of the environment. “An AC consumes a lot of energy, instead of contributing to global warming by cooling our house, why don’t you just wear less?”

She certainly lived by her words. On any warm day, and even lukewarm ones, she wore clothing that couldn’t possibly have retained much heat. A ‘long’ skirt to her meant six inches long. She didn’t seem to care though that a loose blouse is better at cooling off than a tight one. She must have made up for that by making sure her tank-tops and blouses showed her bellybutton just as surely as it showed her cleavage. As for sleeves, those were unheard of. His friends would often come around to his house for the view. Once in a while, when he brought a few over, his mom would ask one of his friends to help her with something in the basement. When they came back up less than ten minutes later, his friend would invariably have a smile on his face and his mother would go brush her teeth.

Living in an outer suburb with little in the way of public transportation, John was dependent on his mom to get anywhere. So when she suggested they go cool off at the municipal pool, he jumped on the occasion to escape the heat. And the fucking humidity.

The car trip was short and uneventful. This being a Thursday early afternoon, there was little traffic. Arriving at the pool, John observed that the building was as deserted as the road, aside from a desk clerk. Carrie paid for both of them and they walked into the corridor leading to the male and female lockers.

“Johnny, come in the female locker room. I only brought one padlock and I don’t want either of our bags to be stolen.”

He was a little circumspect. Is that allowed? he wondered.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been here a couple of times at this hour on weekdays and there’s never anyone around except for the clerk. There’s not even a need to wear a hat.”

So he went into the locker room, a bit curious about what a female locker room was like. He was a bit disappointed when, surprise, it turned out to be just another locker room. Perhaps he expected dildos to be lying around.

So his mother went in aisle one and he went in aisle three. He quickly undressed and put on his bathing suit. He walked to the first aisle with his clothes bag when, seeing his mother, he dropped it. He was used to seeing her in outfits that were, daring (his friends would say slutty), but this was too much. The blue bathing suit was composed of one triangle that was four inches long by two inches at its widest and two triangles that were two inches long and two at their widest. All the rest was dental floss. Considering his mother was a 34D, he wondered at the engineering feat he was witnessing. At that point, his mother reminded him of that Catherine Bell chick in the silver bathing suit he had seen in Stuff magazine, but with even more skin showing

“All ready?” she said, getting his bag into her locker and then marching forward of him.

On the short walk from the lockers to the showers, John couldn’t stop himself looking at her ass. Seeing her bum like that made him even more uncomfortable than when he caught peeks of it as she bents over in her skirts. In the showers wetting his bathing suit in the shower made it even harder to hide his hard-on. To make sure she was unaware of it, he made sure to walk behind her, which did nothing to make his erection go down.

They got into the pool, which made him feel safer. They both swam for about five minutes when she got bored and noticed there was a basket on one side of the pool. She proposed they play a game of 21. She asked her son, “Do you want to play with a small or a big ball?” He said he didn’t care.

She said, “Big ball then. And let’s not play with all the complicated rules about lines and fouls and such.”

She started with the ball. She played quite aggressively and would back into him. The contact of her ass with his cock aroused him again. She didn’t seem to notice that he was hard and his Speedo was so tight (she had picked it out) that his cock was digging in between her cheeks. How could she not know? If she did, how could she not get offended? He didn’t think about that long, he had to stop her from scoring. He tried to get his hand around her to get the ball but she moved quickly and instead of grabbing the ball his hand glanced on her right breast. For a few seconds he was shocked and a bit scared of how his mom would respond. He saw that one of his mom’s hands had gone underwater which left the ball more vulnerable. He slapped the ball and the turn was his.

John tried to decide on his strategy. He would just walk as close as he could to the basket and tried to exploit his height advantage over his mother to score. He walked into her, trying to also use his weight to just push her back. He felt her breasts on his chest, nothing to help his concentration, and realized that she could probably feel his cock on her stomach. He decided to jump and shoot from a long distance. Just as he jumped he felt something hold him down. And then it hurt. He realized that his mother, to stop him from shooting, had grabbed his nuts to pull him down. His knees went soft and he had to put his weight on his mother not to go underwater. He griped her hips and found his head in-between the two little triangles. At the time he didn’t care much; all he could think about was the pain.

“Does it really hurt that much Johnny? You remember that we’re not playing with the foul rules right? Poor little thing.” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. After he had realized just where his head was, he tried to pull away but his mother pressed his head into her chest and said, “No, no, you’re hurt. Hug me until most of the pain goes away.” This was a most unusual hug, he thought. “Tsk, tsk, I guess men should only play sports with women if there are rules to protect the men,” she whispered in his ear.

“Do you wanna play again?” she asked sweetly. He shook his head. “Alright, let’s go to the showers then.”

In the showers, she took off her bikini and instructed him to take off his Speedo too. Fortunately for him, the squeezing had made him go soft.

After she’d shampooed her hair, she asked, “Johnny, could you do my back?”

“Su… sure,” he said.

He began washing her shoulder blades. He didn’t dare put his hand anywhere else.

“Go lower; I can never reach that spot.” So he did and stopped above her hips.

“Come on Johnny, all that chlorine they put in the pool has to go. The back includes the lower back. ” He didn’t understand why she couldn’t reach that spot on her own.

“John, do you want another squeeze? You have bigger hands than I do so it’ll go quicker. Now make sure there isn’t any chlorine in my crack. Then do my legs.”

Not wanting to experience that pain again, he rubbed in-between her cheeks. No matter how much he tried to think of something else, that firm soapy butt he was forced to wash had him as hard as he had ever been. He then proceeded to wash her legs and her feet, with his head at pussy level. While he was washing one leg, she would press on the tip of his hard cock with the other foot, giggling as it bounced.

“Come on, I’ll do your back too.” She began by washing his shoulders feeling his biceps and then grabbed both ass cheeks with her hands. “Umm, those are firm.” She didn’t so much wash as grope, but he was just happy she didn’t insist on doing the front. Just when he finished that thought, a hand went from his buttocks round his hips and unto his cock.

“Mom, I can wash that alone I think.”

“Come on Johnny, the skin there is so wrinkly that it has to be washed thoroughly if we don’t want any residue to be left and I know how to clean it well, ” she said “After all, when you were little, who do you think would pull back the sheath that housed your little dagger in order to clean it?”

He always wondered why she had had him circumcised at age twelve. It happened after the big trend of the 70s and there was no medical necessity for it. He remembered that after the operation, when his cock hurt for several days, she insisted on personally bandaging it and every time he complained about the pain, she would undo the bandage, “kiss the booboo” and bandage it up again.

“It’s not a little dagger anymore though. Look at that! Turn around now.” Her glaze was fixed on his cock and she was breathing hard. “Son, do my front while I do your cock”

“Why don’t you I do my penis while you do your front?”

“SON, my hands are smaller than yours so they can handle more delicate parts than yours can. While I’m doing you this service, the least you can do is to scratch my back while I scratch yours,” she said as she tugged on his balls. “They are delicate parts, aren’t they, son?”

“Alright, mom,” his cramped voice said as he soaped his hands and began washing her shoulders. He quickly washed her breasts and went to wash her stomach.

“Johnny, don’t botch the job, they’re not clean yet. Or do you want another tug?”

He obeyed, not having much choice. He felt the tension build up and he knew he had to come at some point. He welcomed that because he had developed a case of blue balls. As she kept caressing him with her right hand, she put of left hand on his shoulder.

He couldn’t believe it. Here he was washing his mother’s full breasts while she was practically jerking him off. He started breathing heavily and just before he crossed the point of no return, she used the leverage on his shoulder and kneed him. As he crumpled to the floor and lay there, he saw her “washing” herself and moaning.

“Thank you, son, I’m sure all the chlorine’s gone now.” She then walked to the lockers, leaving him on the shower floor. In the distance, he heard a faint buzzing sound. After five minutes, he was able to get up and limp back to the locker room to see what it was. He saw that his mother was lying down on a bench getting several of what she had denied him. When she heard him, she opened her eyes.

“Are your balls as blue as your lips, Johnny?”


“Well, that’s your fault isn’t it? I’ve had the time to come several times now and you haven’t come even once, why is that?” she said, grinning.

He took his bag in her locker and began putting his clothes on as he heard the buzzing sound and her moaning. He was trying to block out that moaning but he just couldn’t. Being distracted, he caught his cock in his zipper. His mother heard the loud yelp and asked what was wrong. She saw what had happened and suppressed her laughter, not very effectively.

“Come here, a kiss will make it all better,” as she pulled him close to her.

She took the zipper and freed the poor dick. She then began gently kissing the head. With all the teasing he had endured, it didn’t take long for him to shoot.

Don’t Laugh! (part 1-3)

By vegasfox

Part I

“Hahahahaha...” Andrew’s laughing always rang obnoxiously in her head long after his voice died away. In her 16 years of life, Tina had never come across anyone nearly as annoying and mean as Andrew, the brown haired, lanky boy-next-door. She had been living in this small, rural town just six months and already she felt like it had been an eternity. The nice thing about being an army brat was the constant moving and she was itching for another one.

Tina was tall and slim, long blonde hair and brown eyes. Too much of a tomboy still to be the object of many boys’ sexual fantasies but unfortunately, she had also been unable to avoid the notice of the all-too immature Andrew. She wasn’t special in that regard, for Andrew taunted and teased any girl who crossed his path. He was her age, in her homeroom class at school and seemingly within sight whenever she tripped up or dropped something or whatever other mistake she made that set off his laughter and mocking. She couldn’t help the fact that she was clumsy. It was just one of those unwanted gifts bestowed from God, perhaps.

On this occasion she had been walking home from school and had not been paying attention to the jutting sections of the old cement sidewalk that had been pushed up by the many ancient roots of the oak trees lining the street. Her thoughts had been on the nacho cheese, tortilla chip and salsa concoction that she planned on fixing for her after-school snack. Just then the toe of her white sneaker caught on the broken, upraised edge of the concrete and down she tumbled. Books fell, papers scattered and the serenity of the warm afternoon was shattered by the unexpected loss of balance. Tina was able to get her hands out to cushion her fall and lessen the impact on her knees but she was unable to keep her dignity as the ever-present jerk, Andrew let off his guffaws.

“Aaaahihihihi!! Did you see that?” he chortled to no one in particular. “You are so funny, Tina. Really, you must be part clown!”

Tina blinked back the tears and tried to casually retrieve her strewn books and school papers from her knees. She had nearly grasped all of them by the time Andrew had arrived by her side. He stopped next to her looking down but she didn’t acknowledge his presence until she had all of her things in hand or under her arms once more. Slowly and a bit shakily, she stood up, quickly inspected her skinned right knee and right palm. Not bad, she thought. Should be worse... I’m such a klutz. Don’t let him see you angry, though.

“Andrew, I thought I heard your laugh. It’s so distinctive... kinda like a retarded person choking on a piece of food. Hehehe...”

Andrew’s self-satisfied smile was quickly wiped off his face by her insult. It was the first time that she had dared to mock him back. His face grew red and his brown eyes began to twitch a little as her words hit him. She could see the effect her words had on him and she reveled in it. This was not usually her way but she had had enough not to stand up for herself. Andrew struck out without warning and his fist hit her in the chest, knocking her backwards and onto her butt. Once again her papers flew out of her grasp and she landed with a thud, her school skirt bunched up and inadvertently exposing her white knickers. Andrew looked down at her and seeing the anger on her face was like an eraser, smoothing out his angry frown into a snide grin.

“You little girl, who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Do you see what happens when little girls talk back to big boys? They fall down, go boom! Hahahahaha!”

The impact of his fist and the suddenness of her fall had occupied her mind such that his bullying had just reached her awareness. She looked up into his eyes and saw not only smugness but an intense interest there. It was then that she followed his gaze, looked down and realized that her knickers were on display. She quickly grabbed the hem of her black and white checkered skirt, pulling it down to a modest length while gathering up her things with her other hand. This time it was impossible to hold the tears back and a few spilled from her left eye, leaving a trail down her cheek. As she felt them fall, she turned her head down causing her long blonde hair to shield her face.

Luckily, Andrew didn’t seem to notice her tears; her undies no longer on display, he continued on his way, mockingly singing, “I see London, I see France, I see Tina’s underpants...”

Part II

Later that night, Tina lay on her bed mending her knee and her pride. What an asshole he is, she thought. Him, a big boy? Huh. Just cause he is bigger and stronger than me... I can’t believe he hit me like that! What gives him the right? All of these thoughts and others swirled around and around in her head, making her madder and madder. Ha! he’s probably never even seen a girl’s underwear before today. He’s such an ugly brute, what girl would show him!? I’m gonna get him back but it’s gotta be special. Hmm, but how? she wondered. It was then that she decided to get up and go to the window and look out at his house.

Her bedroom occupied the second floor and looking down she could see the side of his house and the fence that separated their two yards. She slowly cracked her blind. His bedroom windows were level with hers and it being dark out, she could see inside. Just then, his mother came in, flipped on the light and set some clothes out on his bed. Then she went around and reached out to turn the blinds down. Hmm... Tina thought, show over. But the blinds didn’t close completely. Instead, she carelessly left them cracked enough for Tina to see through. She then walked out of the room turning off the light.

It wasn’t long before Andrew came walking into the room with a towel around his waist. He clicked on his light. Tina had her lights off and she held her breath as she peeped through the tiny crack she had made between her blinds. He casually glanced in the direction of her house but was evidently unconcerned that anyone could see into his room because after closing his bedroom door he whipped his towel off and threw it on the bed in one motion. Thus it was that Tina was greeted with her first eyeful of male anatomy.

“Ahhahahha!” Tina laughed out loud as she caught sight of Andrew’s dangling appendages. As soon as the laugh escaped her, she hurriedly clamped a hand over her mouth, frightened that Andrew had heard her. Of course, just because the two houses were so close, affording her an up-close view, didn’t mean that her high-pitched girlish laugh had escaped her sealed bedroom. Her instantaneous amusement returned as she stared unabashedly at her male adversary’s nakedness. She had seen him many a time, the tall, lean form. His arms and legs were really unremarkable. Her eyes were fastened on his comical looking gonads.

“Ohhh my... Andrew, what have we here?” He was standing facing her as if a model for her appraising. He had a mirror to one side of the window and she now knew that he fancied himself by the strutting and preening he was engaged in. He stood, turned this way and that, flexing his arms in various poses. But regardless of his pose, her eyes never left his manhood. She couldn’t help but laugh at the little wormlike appearance of his penis. Its head jutted out from his dark pubic hair, its full length barely longer than her little finger, she guessed. So insignificant looking it was, her interest was soon captured by the movement of his pendulous sack sitting behind it. The thickness of his thighs seemed to accentuate the narrowness of his nutsack as it ran halfway down the length of his legs before ending with the twin roundness of his nuts. And nuts they were! she thought. She had never seen a pair before but looking at his-how they appeared to be a couple of walnuts suspended in that wrinkly, furry looking sack-she understood why the slang term “nuts” was coined. They swung and bounced around between his legs as he moved about the room and her mind began turning with the possibilities of revenge.

“So Andrew, you’re a ‘big boy’ are ya? With that pathetic little wiener? What a joke YOU are, no wonder you always make fun of others.” The insults came flowing through her mind like a river’s current as she sized him and his manhood up. She had seen many men get hit between the legs on TV or in a movie but had never felt threatened enough nor angry enough to ever use such action against a boy. But remembering that afternoon’s events: Andrew’s taunting, his physical attack, and her embarrassing exposure, her mind became made up. She would attack him where he was most vulnerable. Those obscenely low-hanging nuts would be hers!

Part III

The next day at school, Tina could barely keep her mind on her school work. She had been up all night planning her revenge. She was feeling a strange mix of lethargy-from lack of sleep-and anxiousness-from the pending execution of her attack on Andrew. The final class of the day felt so long and the bell releasing them all from school also released a flutter of butterflies in her stomach.

She caught sight of Andrew on his way out of the school. He stopped momentarily to flirt with a couple of girls older than him before setting off down the sidewalk home. The sun was brightly shining but Tina was sure that her sweaty palms and shortness of breath were due more to a sudden fear that threatened to overpower her former rage than the high heat of the afternoon.

Ok, you can do this. You SHOULD do this, she muttered to herself under her breath, over and over as she crept up, slowly decreasing the distance to him. Last night she had mulled over how best to distract Andrew before pulverizing his soft gonads. She had finally decided that the most distracting was the best way to go. So she had removed her bra during a bathroom break just prior to the final bell. Her unhindered breasts were thus freely moving about under her white, short-sleeve school blouse. They weren’t the largest in the school but she had determined last night that bra-less, they produced enough jiggle and wobble to distract Andrew sufficiently.

As she drew to within a dozen paces, she purposefully began scraping her white tennis shoes along the sidewalk. Andrew immediately turned to see her walking towards him. At first, he turned only his head but her exaggerated walk with bouncing breasts caused him to turn his body in such a way as to be walking sideways. She had intended to mesmerize him with her chest before leveling him with a knee thrust between his legs but fate stepped in and put Andrew in the same position that Tina had occupied twenty-four hours earlier. Distracted as he was, his foot caught on an upturned portion of the cracked cement and he tripped up. He fell down sideways, his hands outstretched to catch himself.

“Hahaha. Oopsie, looks like I’m not the only one with clown blood in me,” Tina laughed out merrily. She was within a few feet of him and her genuine laughter at his expense was painful to his ears. He jumped up and brushed the dirt off his pants. He was dressed as always in his white button down shirt and black dress pants. She stopped laughing as his face clearly registered his anger and he stepped closer to her.

“Why you stupid little...” Andrew yelled not more than two feet from her face as he raised his right hand to strike her.

Tina anticipated this and responded just as quickly. “Hey Andrew, you get distracted by these?” She stepped back and raised her blouse upwards, exposing her twin mounds and large brown nipples. This was the first time that she had ever flashed a boy but she was so caught up in the adrenaline of the moment that she didn’t even care about modesty. The sight of her boobs had the intended effect. His hand stopped in mid-air and hung there as his mouth dropped. Clearly, this was new for him. He was dumbfounded by her exposure and it showed.

Tina, with a smile on her face and with as much innocence that can be displayed while flashing her boobs, closed the distance between them with two steps. Looking him in the eyes, she had kept her blouse up until she was directly in front of him where she then moved her hands to his shoulders. He had that shocked look on his face until the touch of her hands on his shoulders woke him up and his eyes darted from her breasts to her large brown eyes framed by her loose hair.

She saw raw animal lust in his eyes and was pleased with her power over him thus far. The animal lust wavered; however, as she stood holding him by the shoulders, leaned in and purred, “Are you really a BIG BOY, Andrew? You know, with that little Vienna sausage you got there between your legs.” And with that, her right leg flew back and then upwards. She was positioned so that her leg was directly between his parted thighs and her shorter stature gave her knee perfect leverage. Her knee cupped his loose nutsack on its flight up and she felt his body shudder under her hands as her knee crushed his nuts into his pelvic bone. The sensation of his soft nuts being crushed on her leg sent a shiver of wicked pleasure coursing through her upper body. They were so very squishy! she wondered quickly as he lurched forward from the impact.

“UUuuuunngggggggghhhhh,” Andrew seemed to breathe out through his open mouth. Tina looked down into his eyes and noticed that his wide eyes were no longer full of lust but only with the shock of her devastating attack on his soft parts. His hands were clenched helplessly between his knees at the juncture of his thighs and his eyes squished up as the initial impact in his nuts turned to the gut-wrenching fire burning upwards from his injured organs to sit in his lower stomach.

“Wow, uhhhh. Did I just do that?” Tina said in a mockingly sincere voice. She was enjoying the moment of superiority that her well-aimed knee had given her. “So, ahhh, Andrew, ummm, are you gonna be ok? Cuz, I felt those soft little nuts of yours squish and I can definitely say I wouldn’t wanna be ya right now. Hehehe...must suck having such weak little things like those.”

Andrew, moments earlier had fallen first to his knees and then all the way to the ground, most ungracefully clutching his aching nuts. He was rocking and moaning, not at all attentive to Tina’s taunting. But she didn’t care, she was fully satisfied with the nut-pain she had inflicted on her former tormentor.

“Awww... little Andy....you see what happens when little boys like you hit girls like me? You fall down, go boom, huh. The difference between me falling down and you falling down is that I can hop right back up again, while, you on the other hand… Hmmmm, I’d say you’ll be nursing those pathetic nuts for a good while and then when you are able to walk home, you’ll most likely manage only a painful shuffle. So, in the future if you have any other thoughts about laughing at me or mocking me for any reason, please know that I won’t hesitate to go after those ridiculously weak nuts of yours that hang so invitingly between your legs. OK? Good!” she said with a smile though he hadn’t so much as looked at her let alone responded verbally.

With a last look of triumph at her helpless, anguished bully, Tina carefully stepped around him and continued on her way home. She made sure to enjoy the warm, pleasant weather and to watch her step; although, she was sure that if she were to trip this time, Andrew wouldn’t be behind her to laugh. Hehehe....