Young and Curious (part 1-4)

By rocketeer

It was my eight grade year. I was making the transition from being a confused seventh grader to a cocky immature eighth grader. It's a confusing time, as people are changing, both physically and mentally. I was average for my age-height wise, bulk wise, and sexually speaking. In eighth grade, most kids are still curious about the opposite sex. I was no exception, and sometimes curiosity can cause you to ignore dangers. I had no girlfriend at that time that I would have even considered having sex with, but that doesn't have anything to do with liking the girls I knew or being horny at all. I had quite a few female friends, and come to find out they were as curious about me as I was of them.

After school had been in session, I had been hanging out at my neighbor’s house in most of my spare time. He was the same age as me, although he went to a different school. He was more athletic than me, and was great at both baseball and basketball. I was average at both but worse at baseball. Both of his parents worked, so they were rarely home. He had a sister named Monica who was a year younger than me. She always liked to hang out with us, as there were few girls her age in our neighborhood. She was much like her brother, that is active and athletic. She would go on to be great at softball, volleyball, and basketball.

The routine usually was my friend would call me after school or in the mornings on weekends and I would come over or I would just come over and he would be there. We always used his house, because he had a large yard and his parents were never home. He also had an unending supply of Mountain Dew, a kid’s best friend. There are a number of things we would do including sports in the backyard, watching TV, b-ball in the driveway, tag in the dark (outside at night or in the basement), etc. It was quite common for Monica's friend Amber to come over when she was available as well. She lived somewhat close but could only come in good weather as she had to ride her bike and the distance was just too far in rain or cold. She was average, less athletic than Monica or my friend. Unlike Monica's long blond hair, she had only shoulder length brown hair. Her skin was well tanned.

One Saturday, I came over to their house only to find my friend gone having staying the night at a mutual friend’s house. Monica bid me to stay and hang out for a while, hinting that my friend would be back shortly. I decided I had nothing better to do, as I had no plans. It wasn't that I had a crush on Monica or anything, but we were friends. We sat down and watched some TV. Then she got up, got me a soda and sat back down. We were watching some MTV and everything was pretty cool. She was decked out in shorts, flip flop sandals and a replica b-ball jersey over a small black sports bra. She was only in seventh grade, and was just starting to get breasts. Then Amber showed up so Monica got up to let her in. Amber was wearing cut off jean shorts and a baby tee up top, with white shoes. She sat between us and grabbed the remote. As she was flipping through the stations, she caught a scene where a guy kicked another guy in the groin, and that guy was rolling around on the ground afterward.

The girls watched the scene and then looked at each other. "How come he can take kicks and punches constantly anywhere else, but one kick ‘there’ and he is on the ground?" Monica looked at me and asked.

"Testicles are sensitive," I said, uncomfortably.

"Oh," she said, seemingly satisfied.

We watched the show a little longer, and then I went to use the restroom. When I returned both girls were looking at each other. I didn't really like what I was seeing, though I didn't yet know what it meant.

"Umm, we were just talking and-you know-neither of us has ever seen a guys testicles," Monica started. "Although I remember seeing my brother’s penis..."

Amber started in, "We were wondering, since you're a guy and all... and you're our friend, could we please see yours... just so we know what they're like?”

I shifted uncomfortably. "Well..." I said. “They’re kind of personal..."

"But please... You're the only one we can ask. My brother would be too weird," Monica pleaded.

"I... I... " I stuttered. "I'll let you girls look for a sec as long as you don't tell your parents, your brother, or your friends." Both girls smiled and promised they wouldn't. Then they each got up and grabbed a hand, one on either side and escorted me to Monica’s room. Her room wasn't large per say, but it was big enough for a full bed, a desk, and floor space. They lead me in front of the bed, and each sat down facing me on the bed, eyes level with my waist as it was a rather low bed.

How does a young guy show two girls, his friends, his most valuable possessions? I took a deep breath and then undid my button and fly, and stepped out of my denim shorts. There I was in my boxers and a t-shirt in front of two girls, already feeling nervous and ashamed. I worried that since Monica had seen her bro's penis, mine might be smaller, especially since I was so nervous. Then the girls called for me to take off my shirt which was hanging past my waste, so I took that off and stood in my boxers, afraid to take them off.

Part II

Standing in front of Monica and Amber, while in my boxers, I not only had second thoughts, but third, fourth, and fifth as well. I got scared, and looked Monica in the eyes and told her I couldn't do it. Monica stood up took my hand again and lead me into the bedroom across the hall. She explained that she had told Amber that I would be willing to expose myself...and she didn't want to be wrong. I explained that I didn't feel comfortable...being naked in front of two girls. She suggested just relaxing a while, and then seeing if we could go further. I followed her back into the other room, and she invited me to lie on her bed. I jumped on and laid stomach down, and she climbed on next to me in the same position. Amber sat in the chair across from the bed.

Then Monica started a conversation. She talked about weather, friends, etc, nothing of importance. After about fifteen minutes of this, the conversation dwindling, she looked at me, five inches away, and told me to stand up. I stood up in front of the bed where she was laying, facing her, while Amber sat off to my side on the chair. Monica reached out her arms, sticking her painted nails on the inside of the elastic that held on my boxers. Then she proceeded to slowly lower them down over by wet noodle of a dick and my hanging balls. I felt extremely exposed. Then she let the boxers fall down to my ankles.

"Wow!" Amber exclaimed "Look at all that hair down there!" I did have a lot, covering my balls and around my cock. Monica just lay silent examining by balls with her intent gaze. Then she opened her lips and asked if she could touch my penis and testicles. Since I had gone so far already, I saw no reason to not let them have a quick feel. I told her she could do whatever makes her happy. She poked at my soft penis, and then began to fondle it and my balls. My penis became engorged and stood upright, causing her to withdraw her hand.

"I think he like's that!" yelled Amber. Then Amber took a turn to feel my now hard cock. She squeezed the head of it, feeling the softer tip, and then ran her fingers to the base. Then she grabbed each of my balls in turn, rolling them in her finger. I, like any other guy, enjoy experiencing the soft touch of a girl’s hands on my balls. I opened my legs a little farther to allow easier access for the girls. Then in an unexpected turn of events Amber started to flick my balls with her finger. Each time she did, she caused me to flinch, causing Monica to giggle.

"Does that hurt?" Amber asked. Not wanting to show weakness, I told her it didn't really bother me, and wincing was just a reflex. Then Monica took over the reigns again, tugging on each ball, seeing how far it would extend from its home. She didn't grab it hard enough of pull far enough to really cause me pain, but it wasn't as pleasant as the first time she had fondled me.

"Is a man's equipment always that size?" Amber asked. I told her some were bigger and some were smaller, I was pretty much average. They played with my penis for what seemed like hours, but was actually only about 15 minutes. Since they had been touching me for a while there was some pre-cum coming from my penis. They touched it and asked what it was from. I told them that when I get excited or stimulated, precum acts as a lubricant for my penis. Then the girls looked at each other just as they had before and said they wanted to see sperm. I told them that guys usually look at magazines and stimulate themselves. They asked what magazines and I told them ones with women in bikinis and lingerie. They asked if I they could help me masturbate. I looked at them with a questioning look and told them I guess it was okay. At this, they told me to lie on the bed on my back. I did and Amber sat beside me. Then she reached over and grabbed my dick and started to rub it. My dick got hard again and, although Amber didn't have perfect technique, it wasn't long and I shot a large load up in the air and all over my chest. The girls looked at me and laughed. It felt really good to be able to "perform" well enough to please the little ladies.

Then Amber stopped rubbing and my dick got soft.

"Can you do that again?" Monica asked. I told her it would be a while, as I needed to reload. She smiled and nodded. I asked her if I could clean up, and she said that she and Amber would give me a bath. I said alright.

They lead me into the bathroom, and started running water. The water they used was really warm, and I was thinking that it didn't get much better than this. They took soap and washed all my 2000 parts. When they got to my crotch, they asked if they should use shampoo, and then they laughed. Then Monica got an idea, and asked if they could shave me. I immediately said no, but both of them pleaded and told me they both shaved their legs and were good at it. Being the softy that I am, I gave in. They lathered up and did really well. I was afraid of having a bloody sac, but they did without many nicks or cuts.

When they were done, I got up out of the water. With less hair covering my balls, they actually looked smaller, but because of the hot water, they were hanging really low. It is in this light that the girls had another idea...

Part III

As I go out of the tub, and was drying off, I could already feel the difference that existed from having my crotch shaved. My balls were hanging low in the sack from the heat of the water.

Monica commented, saying, "It looks like a little punching bag!" Amber just stared with a devilish smile. I was actually getting comfortable being a plaything for these girls. Although I no longer felt in control, I was providing amusement for them. Heck, I like to entertain and I aim to please. This was still my first time being exposed to anyone other than the doc though, except for gym class and football practice in the locker room.

Monica, seeing me in this way, asked if I had ever ‘been kicked in the balls’.

I didn't like where this was going but I just answered saying, "No, I haven't." She said she really wondered what it would feel like to kick a guy ‘there’, and how he would react. I told her I didn't know, and didn't want to find out.

She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Is someone a little chicken? Is a big strong man like you afraid of a little girl like me?"

I told her there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity. Then Amber started begging. I hadn't been hit hard in the nuts at all during my life. I considered myself lucky. Now, when two girls are begging to issue you pain in the balls, I was experiencing some confusion. I wanted to let them, but I was afraid. I figured a logical answer for me was to ask what I'd get out of it.

They turned to each other and then started conversing. I waited, hoping they would drop the idea. Instead they stopped talking, told me to stay and went in another room. I stayed where I was, naked, and nervous.

A couple minutes later they came back. They said they had a proposition for me. If I would let each of them kick me in the testicles, they would be my servants for the rest of the day... meaning they would do some cooking, massaging, etc. Nothing major.

I contemplated, and thought I would give it a try. They lead me into the basement, in which there was an exercise mat. I stood on the mat with my legs about shoulder width apart, hands dangling in front.

Monica told me, "Hands behind your back." I complied then she jumped in front of me and slowly raised her bare foot till it rested under my balls. My dick was soft at this time. Monica started moving her foot causing my balls to bob up and down. After a few seconds of this, my penis started standing up for her. With it in the air, there was no protection from her foot. She brought her foot back down, and looked at me a second. Then I saw her swing her foot back, then up, catching me on target. Initially I felt pressure and then a shooting pain jumped from my groin into my stomach. In retrospect, it wasn't a super hard kick. She did take it easy on me. I hunched over, but didn't fall or drop. It hurt, but in a few minutes, I was standing upright again.

Monica was beaming. "I felt them against my toes!" she exclaimed. My balls were hurting. Then I knew there was more to come.

Amber squatted down in front of my and grabbed my balls, causing me to jerk. "I just want to examine them!" she said. They were fine, only a little red. "Can you still take another hit?" she asked. Although I didn't want to, I told her my word is my bond. She smiled and said she was hoping so because she was getting excited.

Part IV

I really didn't want to let Amber take her turn. I still had a dull ache in my balls and it could only get worse with her. Still, I didn't want to look too weak in front of these girls, and I wouldn't mind being serviced for the rest of the day. Amber took a few practice swings in the air, and flexed her leg. She circled around me and then stopped in front. She told me she wanted me to spread my legs open a little more. I started to move them apart just a bit. She said, “Even more.” When she was satisfied, they were four feet apart. She then told me to bend over and put my hands on the ground. I looked at her funny and she repeated her order. I obeyed. Now I was bent in half, and was looking through my legs. She walked behind me, so to me she looked upside down. Then she drew her foot back, and let it go. I could see it coming and then I felt it. It didn't hurt any less coming from the back. I fell over, right on my bent over head. It hurt like heck.

Both girls burst out laughing at the scene. My hands went to my crushed twins. She hit me harder than Monica had. I felt really nauseous. It took some time for the pain to subside. Both girls watched me groaning with little concern in their face. Monica commented on the face I had made. I didn't really understand why they liked it so much. I laid there for quite some time. Then they helped me to the couch upstairs, and got some ice for my balls. There was noticeable swelling, but nothing too extreme. It was the first for me.

They sat with me, while I lay on the couch most of the afternoon. They treated me real nice all afternoon, getting me beverages and ordering me a pizza. I was actually in too much pain to get up and do anything, but oh well. They were content with the experience, and I was the first boy to show them my goods. That's the only time they busted my balls on purpose, although there were sports incidents in the future. Future truth and dare games left me stripped again as well, but that's a different story. Any time Monica and I would see someone get kicked or hit in the balls, movie or other, she would look at me and smile.

Teaching the Teacher (part 2-3)

By rocketeer

(sequel to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/08/teaching-teacher-part-1.html)

Joe cringed as Teya fondled his swollen jewels in her soft hands. He was definitely in a predicament, on the ground, hands bound behind his back and pants around his ankles. There stood a beautiful 11th grader who just kicked him in the testicles. Teya let go of his balls and again walked away. He could hear the telephone dialing, and then Teya talking on the line but he couldn't make out everything that she was saying. It sounded like she was telling someone to come over, saying she had a surprise. A few minutes later she was back. Joe was still feeling the pain, but was fully aware of the position he was in. He tried to get up by rolling over and rising to his knees.

Teya immediately asked him, "Where do you think you're going?" Joe couldn't plead or say anything, with her panties in his mouth. Teya looked around the room and saw a dish towel lying around. She took it and tied it around Joe to act as a blindfold. Then she pushed him on his stomach in front of the couch. She walked up behind him. His balls were hanging out from between his legs and against the floor. She took her right sandaled foot and started to apply pressure, watching as the fragile jewels tried to escape the horrible pressure, flattening and straining against the scrotum skin that held them in place. She was clearly enjoying the power she had over Joe as all he could do was wince at the pain she was inflicting. Teya did this for what seemed like hours to Joe but was actually only a few minutes.

There was a knock at the door and Teya yelled, "Come in!" There stood Heather, Teya's younger sister. She was in 8th grade, and shared her sister’s good looks.

Teya explained to Joe, "See, my sis has never had the opportunity to see testicles or even touch them. I thought since you're a teacher, you could give my sister an anatomy lesson. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to give her a biology lesson, and then she's going to have a lab. I'm going to take out your gag and you’re not going to scream or say anything unless I tell you to. If you should, I can't guarantee the safety of favorite eggs."

She removed the panties from his mouth, and helped him up. His member had become flaccid, and his balls were swollen, about 1/3 larger than normal. Although Joe was blindfolded, he had seen Heather before and knew that although she was young, she was in shape. He felt embarrassed, and scarred. In front of the class, he was in charge, but now he had no leverage. He felt Heather's hand touch his penis, cautiously at first. As she poked and prodded, Joe’s penis began to come to life again. Heather giggled as she grabbed his surging member, amazed at how hard it had become. Teya handed a felt tipped marker to Heather and told her to label the model.

Heather wrote P-e-n-i-s across his shaft, then stood back and admired her work as Teya laughed at the sight. Then she wrote teste on each swollen ball. Heather then blurted out, "I want to see him shoot!"

Teya said, "Okay," as she took Joe's penis in her hand and started to work it back and forth in her hands. It wasn't long and he started gasping as his sperm flew from his urethra and landed upon Heather, landing on her short skirt and dripping onto her legs.

"Eww!" Heather issued. "He got jizzz on me! I want him to clean it off!" Teya answered by removing Joe's blindfold and telling him to lick it off, saying if he didn't do a good job, he'd pay.

Defeated and humiliated, he got on his knees and started licking it off, starting just above the flip flops she was wearing and working her way up. She had smooth legs, and they weren't as developed as her sisters, they were still skinny like younger girls. He passed her knees and started up to her thighs, and then up to her skirt.

"I think he deserves to be punished for getting that crap on me!" Heather shouted in her whiney adolescent childish voice. "Can I kick him in the nuts?"

"Sure," Teya replied. Teya grabbed Joe by the arm and pulled him up, then kicked out his legs so that they were spread and his balls were dangling.

Heather kicked off her sandals, and stood with her hands on her hips. She said, "This is gonna hurt you more than it’s gonna hurt me," and she took a step forward and kicked her teenage foot up and smashed his balls against his pelvis.

He grunted and then collapsed. Heather squealed with excitement as she felt his balls compact against her foot. Joe doubled over and collapsed on the ground. Heather smiled in delight. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs. She had no idea that it could be so fun. It took Joe quite some time to be able to move to another position, but Heather wasn't done yet.

Heather and Teya sat down on the couch and decided on what else they could do that night....

Part III

As Joe lay on the floor, recovering from the devastating blows he had just received, Heather and Teya were exploring the house, looking for something to keep them amused. They decided that the light rope they found along with the digital camcorder that Joe had recently purchased would come in handy. Then they checked back on Joe who was still where they left him. With Joe's hands still behind his back, he had no way of combating the two young girls and besides that he was already very weak.

They took the rope and tied it behind his two testicles at the base of the scrotum. His balls were swollen and every time they touched them he hurt. Then Teya took the camcorder and got it ready to tape. Heather ordered Joe on his knees, and he submissively complied. She then told him to bow and kiss her feet for the camera. Knowing he had no choice, he bent down, and kissed her bare feet. Then she took the rope and tugged on it enough to bring him to his feet. The rope yanked on his swollen nuts, causing excruciating agony. Then Heather ordered Joe to straddle the rope with his legs, and face away. He swung a leg over the rope and faced away from Heather. Then she told him to pull on the rope as hard as he could. He strained against the rope, all the while his tormented nutsack being pulled back between his legs, stretched to the max.

From the point of Teya, this looked very funny behind the camera. Then Heather let go of her side of the rope, and since Joe had been applying force per instructions, he fell flat on his face. Heather laughed at the sight of a naked adult lying face first on the floor with a light rope tied around his genitals. She walked and untied the rope from his nuts. At this point Teya stopped recording, and came over. She told Joe to stand up. With a little assistance, he was able to get up. Then she said she would make a deal.

Knowing that Joe was weak and in pain now, she offered a physical challenge. Heather, the eighth grader would "fight" with Joe, and if Heather won, Joe would give Teya an A in the class, and would let Heather or Teya "play" with his balls every weekend for the rest of the semester. But Joe should win and Heather submit then Teya would fail, and Joe’s balls would be safe. Also, Teya would give Joe oral sex, and would let him feel up the legs that that he liked so much. Joe had no say in that matter, as he had no power.

Heather shot Teya a confused look. "Why would you offer him that? You have enough on him for an A already.”

"It's only fair to give him a sporting chance, sis." Joe nodded, acknowledging that he would go with the deal as if he had a choice anyway. Teya untied Joe’s hands from behind his back. He immediately felt his right, then his left testicle to check for irreparable damage. They were both intact but bruised and beaten. Heather remained in her short skirt, but took off her tee to reveal a sports bra. She didn't have much for cleavage, but her breasts were perky. Joe thought that even though he was in pain, he could manage. Teya picked up the camcorder and told them to go outside. Joe's yard was fenced in with a privacy fence, and although it was now dark outside, there was a large light that really lightened up the yard. The yard was grass. Joe walked outside; every time his nuts hit his leg he felt a sharp pain. He stopped in the middle of the yard and turned to face Heather.

Teya had the camcorder in hand and was ready to roll. She said, first to give in loses and she smiled at Joe with a cruel, twisted smile. Heather took a step toward Joe and Joe quickly covered his already damaged balls. Heather just smiled and punched him in the stomach. Normally a punch like that wouldn't hurt, but today, in his case he felt the pain. Then he moved to block and kicked with a leg sweep. It worked and Heather fell. Joe moved to get on top of her but as he went down she raised her knee and he landed on it, unable to move fast enough to avoid it. It hurt but he was almost used to it by now. He rolled off her and got up. She also got up and again faced him. This time he started the offensive. Stepping toward her, he seized her neck, but didn't cover any of his vital areas, and Heather grabbed his dangling members, and began to squeeze as hard as she could. He let go of her and hunched over, then she hit him on the back of the head and he ate dirt. With his but in the air and face to the ground, his balls were dangling perfectly and she quickly prepared to kick from the back. It was a perfect kick, with everything she had. His body crumbled and lay still. He was out cold.

Soccer Game (part 1-2)

By rocketeer

This story is a work of fiction, and all minors involved are fictional.

It was the summer after I graduated, and I was 18, almost 19. I lived in my parents’ house in a suburb, next to a vacant lot, which provided space for various activities, which all neighbors utilized. Since my sophomore year, I had started to fantasize about submission, and also exhibition. Still, I was a great A student, and also into sports (football). I didn't want to stand out as an oddball. I wasn't sexually active at the time, as I had no time. Not ugly, but not exactly a teen idol either. I, Ben, could best be described at average.

Like I mentioned before, I had fantasies. Most had to do with girls my age, but sometimes they involved older women (30s) and sometimes younger girls (teens). In any event, I'm not the type to act on these fantasies. Still, when I saw neighborhood girls decked out in short skirts and tight tank tops, I did get to thinking. The neighbor that lived on the other side of the empty lot had a daughter around the age of 13 named Kara.

She was good looking for her age, and very athletic. She was just getting breasts, and her legs were maturing as well, a vast change from the knees and twigs that she had earlier. On the day in question, she and two of her friends were playing in the field. They had a soccer ball, and were doing a little dribbling and shooting. I won't lie, as I saw them in nothing but bikini uppers, and short soccer shorts, I felt movement south of the border. It was hot, so I suppose they wanted to get a tan to look good for the freshman boys they would be seeing. I decided to walk over and play a little.

I walked over and asked how they were doing. Kara's friends were the same age as her, and looked a lot alike, except they both had blond hair and she was a brunette. Their names were Lori and Megan. Lori's Hair was shoulder length, while Megan had long hair that fell partway down her back. Today it was in a ponytail. The girls said they were practicing for a game in two days. I told them that to be honest; I'd seen seals do more with a soccer ball than they were.

Kara looked at me and said, "Shut up or I'll...."

"You'll what?" I asked challengingly.

"I'll kick you in the balls!" she said as she demonstrated her technique by swinging her foot in the air.

That was probably the wrong thing to say to me, as I was dying to be kicked in the balls. The truth is, it is kind of hard for a guy to get kicked in the balls when they actually want to be, unless they are open with their fetishes.

"Even I could beat you at soccer!" I yelled at her, sounding overconfident.

She replied, "In your dreams!"

I said, "Two on one, and if I lose, then you can kick me in the balls!" There, I said it, and I did it without letting on about my secret desires. I just sound cocky now.

She replied by saying, "Okay, but one more rule...

PART 2

After having volunteered the terms of a bet to get busted, Kara had but one condition: if she won, she would get the first kick, but then Lori and Megan would have a turn. I of course agreed, trying not to show my anticipation. I kicked off my shoes and socks to prepare for the two on one game. I never was good at soccer, but only I knew that. Lori volunteered to sit while Megan and Kara took the field. I started out with the ball, and actually did fairly well. The field wasn't full size, and the goals were marked with cones. We had agreed to play up to five, as I didn't want to get too exhausted. I actually scored the first goal, but then fell behind, trailing four to two. Lori had replaced Megan, and I was no match. Although a willing loser, I tried to make the last point look good, diving to make a block as Lori kicked the ball in to my goal. I rolled over on my back looking up.

Kara walked up to me between my legs and put her foot on my crotch smiling triumphantly and saying, "Guess what comes next!"

I told her, "Alright, you win." I could feel myself getting excited and I'm glad she removed her foot, as she would have felt my member harden with her bare foot.

I got up and said, "Where?" She motioned for me to follow her as she headed behind her house. Behind her house and kiddy corner from the field is a small thatch of dense brush and a little clearing. She stopped in the middle and turned around. I suspected that she chose the spot because no one could see it from the road, or even from inside her house unless they were looking really hard.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Now what?"

She said, "Spread your legs silly!" I did as she requested, and moved my legs apart to past shoulder width. She said, "I've always wanted to try this!" as she slammed her foot up into my crotch. It hit like a brick, a sharp pain that started in my lower torso and then spread upward as I hunched in agony. Megan and Lori looked in wonder. I realized that it was unlikely they were familiar with testicles and their properties at all. I managed to remain standing although I gagged, gasped, and remained bent. Still, I could feel my penis stirring again, in spite of the massive pain.

Kara's look of amusement changed to a look of concern as she asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded. It took a few minutes before I was able to stand upright again, not like a WWF wrestler who recovers in a few seconds.

Kara looked at Lori and said, "I could feel them against my foot as I kicked!" Lori let out a giggle. My cock was now pretty hard and I knew that the girls would be able to see it as I straightened up. I did so slowly.

I could tell that Lori was the first one to see the bulge in my shorts. Then Kara noticed, and Megan caught sight of it after Kara said, "What happened!?" while pointing to my crotch.

Megan said, "Why did your dick grow?"

So much for being inconspicuous....

Sorority Fun

by Robin

Hi y'all. Been studying, so haven't filled you in on the Sisters and our slaves in KDK Sorority. Last Saturday, we had a ball – he, he, pardon the pun. Our stable of stud slaves is now ten. We prepared them for a little intersorority competition by getting them nice and hard and then tying their cock to their stomach with duct tape (what else?). This left their balls nice and exposed, front and center. It also gave them incentive to stay hard, cause when their thing shrank, it couldn't go where it wanted because of the tape - so it was stretched where it didn't want to be. (Is that clear?)

We invited the sisters of the DG sorority to join us for some "ball games"; we told the sisters to wear their best cock teasing outfits. To give an example, I wore a mini-mini, no underwear, no bra and a low cut blouse that didn't leave much to the imagination (I have been told that my tits are my best feature--- clearly they registered ten out of ten on the cock meter. Some of the sisters even went topless.

The first competition was pitching. The boys made two lines (five in each—or ten balls in each), one for each sorority. Each sorority designated five girls each would get five pitches with a wiffle ball. You guessed it; the target was right between the balls. The scoring was 1 point for hitting him in the balls, five points for hitting him so badly that he falls over and ten points if he cries. Each guy took five pitches from about ten yards away. Did I mention that we and DG played in the finals of the intramural softball championship? So we each had some good pitchers.

Our first pitcher, Kim, made contact on all five of her pitches. By the end, he was bawling and begging on his knees for her to stop-- twenty points!

The DG pitcher didn't do as well, only connecting on three pitches, though one knocked the boy over -- eight points.

In the end, we won. There were a number of swollen, red ball sacks (ten to be exact).

Since the boys were not yet ready for any further competitions, we untaped their cocks (that also brought some screams) and had them stand at attention while we partook of refreshments.

The DG's took advantage of the time to inspect the merchandise a bit. They were tugging and slapping and comparing sizes -- just good old girl fun.

I don't have time to go into all the competitions, but the last one was the most fun (at least for me). We took bets on which male could shoot his white stuff the farthest. The boys were used to the KDK sisters taking advantage of them, but being exposed and milked in front of this new set of women (especially the way they were dressed) was total humiliation. None of them even looked at us as they were put side by side on their knees and told to beat it. The incentive? Well there would be no winner -- just a loser. Whoever was the shortest shooter would have to clean up the mess (with his tongue). The girls with the winning bets got to pick one of the non-losers and have her way with him. Oh yeah, there was a time-limit of two minutes; if after that time anyone who hadn't shot yet was the loser. If there were more than one loser, they got to give each other blowjobs.

You should have seen those hands move. Some used their fingers, so their fists. It was like a seminar on how males masturbate -- there must be fifty ways to stroke your lover. The longest male sent his seed ten feet! Remarkable. The shortest: for two guys it just dribbled out. We decided to award the guy with the larger cock with the loser designation, since we felt a larger cock should shoot further than a smaller one.

We enjoyed the additional humiliation those two got when we measured them right after coming. I have heard that after coming, their balls are the most sensitive, which is why we gave each a few squeezes to see if it lengthened their shaft -- it didn't. We all enjoyed watching the losing male lick up all the seed -- I think most women love to see a man eat cum.

At the end of the day, the DG's asked if they could borrow one of our slaves. We agreed and another dom house was born.