Girl Gang

By tirsomaly

Jim was a marketing executive for a major US corporation. He was a fairly successful man. He had a nice BMW, which he was too cheap to get full coverage on, and lived in a nice, but expensive apartment in the city. He was working late one night because of some extra paperwork that needed to be done. He finally got done with his work at around eleven pm. There was nobody in the building besides the old janitor. He walked out of his office and to the parking garage. Jim was tired and ready to get home and go to bed.

As he walked through the garage, Jim was surrounded by a group of three girls. All three girls had red hair. Jessica, the leader of the group, had shoulder length hair and was about five foot, nine inches tall. She was wearing black leather pants and a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. She had a lot of eye shadow on. To the left of her was Sarah. Sarah had longer hair, but short bangs. Her hair looked kind of ratty, making her somewhat uglier than the other two girls. She was wearing all black. Brooke was standing behind Jim. She had about the same length hair as Shannon, but hers was wavier. She would have been the prettiest, if it weren’t for the B carved in her arm.

Brooke instantly had her knife tightly against Jim’s neck, as Jessica began searching him and emptying the contents of all of his pockets into a black leather backpack. They took Jim’s wallet, which had his ID, three credit cards, debit card and all his various video rental and library cards, along with four hundred dollars. Jessica took his new Nokia 3650 for herself. She continued searching him. She searched his crotch by roughly grabbing and twisting his package around, causing him severe discomfort. He tried to grit his teeth and bear it, but it was difficult. He was afraid that she would do permanent damage.

“Take us to your car,” Jessica ordered. Brooke kept the knife against Jim’s throat as they slowly walked towards his car. When his BMW got into view he pointed it out.

“Very nice,” Jessica commented. Jim wished there were cameras in the garage, but there were not. “Sorry, sweetie, but we’re taking it all from you. Now, take off your clothes.” Brooke released him, but stayed on guard with her knife. Jim thought this was strange, but did not hesitate to obey the girls, as he feared for his life. He took off all his clothes, and Jessica transferred them into the black backpack with his wallet. After he was nude, Brooke returned to her position with her knife against his throat. Jessica walked over to the BMW and put the backpack in the back seat.

“Now we have our fun, girls,” Jessica announced. The girls smiled. Jessica stood in front of Jim, and laughed while looking at his package. Her foot snapped up, driving Jim’s testicles into his abdomen. It only took a few seconds for them to descend again. Brooke had released him from knife point, because she wanted to get involved with the beat down. Jessica pulled some handcuffs out of her pants, and handcuffed Jim’s hands behind his back. She then shoved him to the floor.

“Would you like to go first, Brooke?”

“Sure.” Jessica and Sarah held Jim’s legs apart in a ‘V’. Brooke kicked him hard in the balls about fifteen times with her steel toed boots. Those first fifteen kicks were hell for Jim. Each kick felt like it was killing him. Each kick caused his pain to multiply tenfold until his entire being was nothing but pain. After that each blow only sent his mind into further delirium. Brooke got down between his legs, and grabbed each swollen testicle between her fists. She squeezed down on them like they were grapes, nearly crushing them.

“Ok, who wants to go next?”

“I will,” Jessica volunteered. Brooke took a hold of Jim’s leg, and Jessica took Brooke’s place. Jessica alternated kicking and stomping on his swollen, bruised balls. She kicked him about seven times and stomped him about twenty-five times. His testicles were black and blue and bleeding internally. Sarah traded places with Jessica. Sarah was rougher than her two counterparts. She put much more force into her kicks and probably ruined Jim. She kicked him about thirty times and stomped down hard on his nuts about twenty times. All the girls were laughing at him when they were done, as Jim lay there, unable to move, even to protect himself. As a joke Brooke kicked him one last time. He didn’t even try to block it, because he was unable to move.

“Does anybody have to use the bathroom before we leave?”

“I do,” Brooke said.

“Okay. Oh, by the way, in case you haven’t realized it, you’re gonna be our bathroom tonight,” Jessica informed Jim. “If you don’t like, we’ll cut off your balls.” Jessica held a blade up to his swollen balls, to ensure his obedience.

Brooke pulled down her leather pants, and positioned her legs around Jim’s face. She squatted down on his face, and positioned her urethra over his mouth. “You better not spill a drop or you’ll lose a nut,” Brooke warned him. Jim was disgusted and now fearing for his manhood even more. The urine began spilling into his mouth, and he was absolutely mortified. He tried to swallow it, but began choking after a few cups. After that it spilled over his face and onto the ground. She finally finished pissing.

“Ok, now, I do have to use the bathroom too,” Jessica said. Brooke put her pants on as Jessica took hers off. Sarah had Jim’s balls at knife point now. Jessica squatted down on Jim’s face, and positioned her anus over his mouth. Jim tried to turn his head away.

“Swallow all of this or we’ll castrate you.” Jim believed her, so he opened his mouth, and put it around her butthole. The shit started coming out, and Jessica raised her ass up above his face, as she squeezed out the last bit of it. Jim was gagging but swallowing her feces little by little. Eventually none of it was sticking out above his mouth, and they put duct tape over it, trapping his mouth closed.

“Well, he did good swallowing the shit, but I don’t like him. Let’s castrate him, girls.” Jim struggled to escape but Sarah and Brooke pinned him down. Jessica sat on his legs and casually pulled out her knife.

“Nahh, this would be too bloody, let’s do it the quick way.” Brooke and Sarah knew exactly what she meant and turned him over onto his stomach. They forced his legs apart and tied a string tightly around his testicles.

“Say goodnight, boy,” Jessica taunted, as she set his balls against the cement. Jessica turned her back to his balls, and lifted her boot up as high as she could. She slammed her boot down on Jim’s testicles, smashing them into the cement, effectively turning them to cream. She reached down to make sure they were destroyed. When she found them destroyed, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

Jim passed out when his balls were crushed. The girls hogtied him and put him in the trunk of his own car. They drove him to the roof of the garage, where nobody would be until the next morning. They left him there at around midnight and drove his car away to get new plates, and new paint job.

Jim woke up a few hours later, cold and naked, with the taste of shit in his mouth. He could not do anything but wait. He thought he would freeze to death. He wasn’t sure if he still had testicles. He could feel a lot of pain emanating from his crotch, so he hoped that meant he still had them. He didn’t sleep the rest of the night. He only tried to survive.

A car finally parked on the top level where he was. He saw a figure of a businesswoman step out. He realized it was his boss. She saw him tied up there and didn’t know what had happened. She called 911 but didn’t bother helping him by taking his duct tape off or anything. She was frankly disgusted by this.

In the emergency room, Jim learned that his testicles had been completely crushed and that it would be impossible to save them. The remains of his testicles were surgically removed. After the surgery, he was finally able to talk to the police. He described his car to them and prayed they would be able to find it because his insurance wouldn’t cover the theft. He called his bank and all his credit card companies to find that his bank account had been emptied of all the twenty thousand dollars he had saved in there. All of his credit cards were maxed out, and he was stuck paying all of it. His total debt on the credit cards was somewhere around sixty thousand dollars. He called into work to explain everything, and was told that he was no longer employed there due to his poor attendance, although the real reason was because of how disgusted his boss was with him. The police never found his car, and he ended up getting evicted from his apartment, due to his inability to find a job. He had no-one to fall back on, and began living in a homeless shelter.

He had been homeless for a few years when a car drove slowly up to him at night. He could see it was his old BMW. The car came to a stop right in front of where he was sitting on the sidewalk. The window rolled down and the girls that robbed him looked at him. They were trying to tell if it really was him. They recognized him by a scar he had on his face.

“Thanks for the car, eunuch!” they yelled. They started laughing, and threw a McDonald’s cup full of urine at his face. They had put an apple in the cup, in order to give it the weight to fly farther. The apple struck his nose, causing pain, and the urine spilled all over him.

“Bye, loser,” Brooke taunted. All the girls thought it was hilarious that he was a homeless eunuch.

Brad’s First Ballbusting part 1-3

By thickalan

I haven’t always been a ball-breaker. It took years of training and abuse by three older brothers. As the precious baby girl, the apple of dad’s eye, I was always protected. When he died tragically when I was twelve, my life changed. Somehow all the angst in the house seemed to stem my way. I was in a horrible position. The twins, Paul and Tim, took it out on me the worst. It seemed like they just couldn’t get enough of hurting me. I was teased, tormented and shamed through those formative teenage years. First bra, boyfriend, period, you name it, ushered in with my three immature and angry youth brothers.

It all changed when I was about sixteen. The twins were still in high school with me, and Billy just a year out, still living at home with no real direction. I went to a friend’s house. She lived out in the country. She had an obnoxious brother too. Brad was only fifteen though. He was doing the normal, listening in on our conversations, interrupting our phone calls.

Finally Kathy had enough, and said something I didn’t understand to Brad. She said, “Do you want me to put my boots on? Remember last time!” Brad looked straight down at the floor in embarrassment. He kind of shuffled out of the room. Kathy just looked at me and smiled.

“What the hell was that all about?” I asked excitedly. Any magic words that made brothers disappear were good news to me. Kathy chuckled and said to follow her up to her room and she would show me. Once inside she opened a box containing a pair of gleaming black leather cowboy boots. The toes were extremely pointy and covered with metal that looked sharp enough to draw blood. She extracted them from the box along with a pair of black leather gauntlet gloves.

“If I put these on now Brad actually runs from me,” she said.

“Why? And where did you get this stuff?” I asked eagerly. It was then she told me story of the first busting of Brad.

Part 2

Kathy stood up off her bed and knew today was the day. Brad had humiliated her at school the day before. He was showing off for his dorky pals as usual, when he threw a tampon he had soaked in ketchup at her in the third floor hallway. He made sure to do it in front of a lot of upperclassmen, and potential prom dates for Kathy. She was livid. The school and her father passed little jokes like this one off as Brad being a class cut-up chip off the old block fun-loving guy. Kathy obviously had another perspective.

She dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, a light cotton button down shirt, and opened the box she had received the week before. She pulled her black leather cowboy boots on. She wasn’t used to such pointy toed boots, as she crammed her foot into the steel tipped black beauties, she remembered the shop clerk telling her they looked like good old fashioned shit kickers. She planned on kicking all right. She put on her black hat, and pulled on her black leather gauntlet gloves. She loved the way the leather of the gloves shined on her hands as she smoothed them over. They were quite tight, leaving lots of dexterity, and had a cuff that came about four inches above the wrist. She stood in front of the mirror and appraised herself. She brought one hand up in front of her and snapped her fingers into her palm, the leather made an audible snap. She held her fist there for a moment, cleared her head and went down the stairs.

Brad was out in the pasture tending one of the new ponies. Kathy swaggered up and swung her leg over the fence and sat down. Brad barely turned took notice of her, which was not that unusual when there wasn’t an audience for his hi-jinx. Before long he hollered, “Well, you don’t look like you dressed to shovel shit. What do you want?”

“Nothing,” she replied, “just to watch you bust your ass.”

“Why don’t you either get a shovel or get moving on?” he huffed.

She hopped down off the fence and strode toward him. He actually backed up a step, because she didn’t usually approach him readily. Something in Brad’s finely honed sense of self-preservation caused him to keep his distance for a moment, but his ego won out and he stepped back towards her with a sneer.

“What?” he asked, leaning on his shovel. She flipped her hand up and knocked his hat off his head in one swift motion. As it flew over his shoulder he turned to pick it up of the ground, before he could even utter the word “bitch” she had a perfect target. He was bent at the waist, in a slight crouch with his feet spread far apart. Kathy pulled back her right leg bending her knee until her shin was parallel to the ground then thrust her leg forward. The stiff new boots kept her foot straight, and the pointed steel toe found its mark, burying itself in Brad’s crotch.

It all happened so fast she had her foot on the ground before she realized she had hit him square, the steel toe of her boot right into both his tender balls. Reflexively Brad’s hands went to his groin; he hit the ground and curled into the fetal position with both hands between his legs.

Kathy stood for a moment in a state of awe. Since she was small, she had feared Brad, he had been her constant tormentor, to see that she could hurt him so badly was an absolutely life changing revelation. As Brad rolled onto his back she gathered herself, and placed her boot into his crotch, firmly.

“Move your hands dipshit!” she spat. Brad replied with a low grumble. She pressed harder, and brought her foot up and smashed it down a couple of times.

“Do you want me to break your fingers too? Move ‘em now or this is going to get a lot worse!”

Brad looked up and into her eyes. Gradually he pulled his hands to his sides, leaving nothing between the hard edged sole of Kathy’s boot and his manhood but a thin layer of denim. She pressed down hard, he began to squeal and his hands went towards her leg. She pulled it away and piston pumped her heavy heel into his balls in a viscous stomping motion. She caught him square in the balls with the very back of her heel. It was like getting hit in the balls with a 90 mph fastball with no cup. Brad made a barely audible scream and doubled into the fetal position.

“Rule one… you don’t touch my boots you stupid bastard!” she hollered. “Actually it would probably be best if you kept your hands of anything and everything I own, but especially my boots. They are my prize possession. See how they gleam and shine, the sun glinting of the pointed steel tipped toes... I can understand how you would want to touch them, but don’t. Don’t touch them or touch me.”

Brad had rolled over onto his knees, his elbows held him up out of the dirt. He had his hands over his face, probably to keep her from seeing him cry. Kathy could hardly contain herself. She had stood her ground and incapacitated her nemesis. She was drunk with satisfaction, but knew now was no time to celebrate. While Brad rubbed his face she saw an opening, better for him to have let her see him cry, and covered his balls with his hands. The outline of his swollen package was clearly visible through his well worn work jeans. Kathy flexed her leather gloved right hand, and reached down between Brad’s legs and seized his balls through his jeans. She pinched his right nut, to his credit; he did not try to seize her arm. He just turned and looked into her face with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I am glad to see I have your undivided attention. I am only going to say this once. Watch out for me Brad, for the sake of your little guys here, watch out for me... I have suffered your shit for entirely to long, and I am through with it. Any disrespectful act will have consequences!” She pinched down hard for effect.

“Oh, and it would probably be best to keep this little discussion between us. No one wants to hear how your little sister kicked your ass.” She pumped her leather gloved hand one more time, and released his balls. He slumped to the ground in a heap breathing heavily. Kathy brought her gloved hand back in front of her and flexed it a few times, looking at it as if it were and entirely new thing, not even hers. It was a weapon.

Wordlessly, she went back to the house, went upstairs and changed, wiping her boots down as if she were a soldier putting up a gun. She placed them back in their box with her gloves, and put them up on a high shelf in her closet. She heard some rumblings in the house, Brad making his way up to his room and slamming the door. He would be in trouble for not completing his chores. As if he had much choice. He would probably limp for some time. Kathy wondered if he would tell their parents. She changed into some jeans and a t-shirt and headed for the mall. Oh well, if he did tell she could handle it. She felt like she could handle anything right about now.

Part 3: Kathy gets Brad’s attention...

“So that was it?” asked Susan excitedly, “Brad fears you now!”

“No way!” Kathy snorted. “You will learn like I have that boys are not that quick. I mean if you or I had ORGANS outside of our bodies, readily accessible in a physical conflict, wouldn’t we protect them. Not boys, it must be the male ego or something.”

“So how many more times does it take?”

“Oh, I suppose it depends on the boy. You can get them to fear you, but you will never get them to quit pushing you. I mean even my dad gets out of line still... after living with Mom for all these years.”

“Wait… your Mom????”

“Sure, where do you think I learned this stuff?” Kathy asked. “They don’t have ballbusting class at school!”

“Well they should!” Susan huffed. “How did this all happen?”

“Well, I will tell you the same way I told Brad…

Things had been going pretty well for a while; Brad was giving me my space, letting things lie. He had gotten hell from Daddy for not finishing the pasture that day, but had told him that he had pulled a muscle playing on Old Pokey, our oldest roping horse. He laid pretty low and kept quiet around me.

I could almost feel the buildup though, and when we were on family vacation up to the Black Hills the bubble just burst. I absolutely hate tepid showers; the water has to be absolutely scalding for me to be happy. Naturally I got up earlier than anyone else to get the maximum hot water. Brad in his typical laziness would never rise out of bed before absolutely necessary.

Except for one morning, Brad must have gotten it into his head he was safe, or maybe his ego just got in the way. However it happened, he somehow forgot about the incident in the field.

I was in the shower and had just lathered up my hair, I never heard the door open, I never heard Brad sneak in, and I certainly never heard him prop himself up on the hamper and I definitely never heard the three gallons of ice water he dumped on me. I just felt it.

Brad scurried like a rodent and made it back to his room and locked the door before I realized what happened.

I was seething, shivering and biding for revenge. I could hear him laughing at me through the door, and I made up my mind right then to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget so soon.

Brad hadn’t totally forgotten the last episode though. He was careful to avoid being alone with me for the rest of our trip, and even after we had been home a week or so, Brad was giving me a wide berth. I saw that I would have to be a little more cunning in my efforts. Especially since this time I intended to teach him a lesson that would border on permanent. When I got through with his balls, I wanted him to be one step away from losing them. I knew I could make him wish he had never been born with them anyway.

So I waited until he was out in the corral, and went and jumped in my car and took off. I had spoken loudly with my mother about spending the day shopping with a friend, so Brad would assume I was gone for the afternoon. Instead I parked in a turnaround by the bike path about a half mile down the road, and then trotted back. I was worried that I would be spotted, but as usual Brad was far too into himself to notice little old me. I snuck in the side door of the house and raced upstairs.

I put my hair up in a pony tail and pulled on a pair of tight jeans. Then I got the box from my top shelf, my black boots still absolutely gleamed, the light caught the polished steel toe and glinted like the edge of a knife. I pulled them on and the reached in for my tight black leather gloves. I pulled on my right glove and smoothed the tight black leather over my skin. I flexed my fingers into a fist. If I could pull it off, they would be wrapped around Brad’s bare balls.

I pulled my other glove on tight, and snuck into Brad’s room. Luckily for me hiding was not going to be much of a problem, since the last time Brad cleaned his room was about the time the house was built. His closet door was permanently wedged open with all his crap, giving me a nice little place to hide.

I stood in place for what seemed like hours, when I finally heard the door slam and the heavy footfalls of work boots trudging up the stairs. Just as I had hoped I heard the bathroom door close, and the shower start to run. I relaxed a bit, and tried to calm myself before the big moment. I knew I wasn’t hidden that well, but I was counting on him being confident in my being gone all day long. If he wasn’t looking for me, he wouldn’t see me. I just knew I had to be perfectly still when he came in. I heard the shower shut off, I tried to relax myself, it seemed like hours, even though I know it was only a few minutes before he came into his room and shut the door. He was naked as a jaybird, a lucky break for me. I could hardly wait for him to turn away from me, but I was patient. I knew if I went at him from the front, he would be able to fight me off. I might get my licks in, but I wanted something a lot more sinister. I wanted to take my time with him, not just get a few quick ones in. I got my break when he put his foot up on the edge of the bed, he was facing away from me and his bare orbs were hanging down beneath his legs. It was perfect, I took two steps out of the closet, he must have heard or sensed something, because he tensed, started to turn, but it was too late.

I reached my right hand out, and made an “O” with my thumb and forefinger around the top of his sack, then I compressed with my other fingers, while twisting and pulling down hard. Brad collapsed in a heap on the bed, and I squeezed hard!

“Hey Bradley...” I said sweetly, “I hope you enjoyed that shower more than I enjoyed that one last week.”

He turned and looked at me with a mixture of terror and surprise. “What do you want you crazy bitch?” he stammered.

“I want you to remember what I told you last time we talked you dumbass,” I said and then dug the tips of my fingers into his left testicle. He cried out in pain.

“I told you not to fuck with me you little asshole, and now I am telling you again, and this time I hope to help you remember a little better.” I gave his balls another 90 degree twist and yanked them back like I was starting an outboard motor. He howled in pain and his hands went to his groin involuntarily, I slapped them away then slapped his balls with my left hand in a kind of clapping motion, rather enjoying the sound of the crack of leather against his bare balls.

“What did I tell you about touching me you little worm? Keep your hands off me and there will be no problems.” I clapped his balls again for emphasis.

“Jesus Christ!” he sobbed. “What do you want from me?”

I applied a little more pressure on his balls, I was enjoying watching my leather gloved fingers work his sac while he whined.

“It was just a joke!” he spat. “I think I am going to puke!”

I rested his balls in my right hand, and tightened up my thumb and forefinger ring, I didn’t want his little ballsies getting away. Then I made the old hitch-hiker sign with my left, and bore down into his right testicle with all my force. It seemed like my thumb was going to go right through his ball into the palm of my hand.

Brad wasn’t just screaming anymore, he was spewing. I had heard it was possible but I didn’t think I could make a guy throw up with just my two little hands. But here we are, with Brad heaving. I had to struggle to hold onto his balls, which means I just squeezed harder until he was lying limp on the bed, a slight moaning told me he hadn’t passed out, yet. Which was good.

“Awake Bradley?” I asked in my sweetest voice. He stirred a little, and for the first time in what seemed like forever I let go of his balls. I pushed him onto the floor and sat down on the bed next to his mess. “Wake up Brad, right now, unless you want more, do you want more?”

His eyes opened, and he looked at me with a healthy mix of hate and fear that could be confused with respect.

“What, you don’t want to talk right now? I do, I want to talk about your punishment. Your punishment for being disrespectful to me.”

“What do you call this?” he asked “I mean if this isn’t my punishment what is?”

“This is called getting your attention, Brad, and I think I have it now. If you disagree maybe we should try some more.” I reached my leather gloved hand out and flexed it in a grabbing motion for emphasis, and went on. “Or maybe you feel like you have had enough. Do I have your attention? I can’t hear you.”

His eyes were trained on my gloved hand. “You got it,” he stammered with wide eyes.

“Okay, now that I have your attention we can talk punishment, I read in a psychology book the most effective punishments are quick and unpleasant, so I have decided to give you three quick kicks to the testicles. It shouldn’t take too long, and my steel-toed boots ought to insure it not being pleasant.”

Brad immediately started to protest, “Jesus I don’t think they can take anymore... I mean fuck, let me go already… Besides, mom is already gonna throw a fit. After you nailed me with those things last time I couldn’t walk right. I could be bedridden. What’s mom gonna say?”

“First off all you should have thought about the last time I nailed you before you fucked with me, second of all we had a nice little story last time everybody believed and I think we can do it again. I will just tell everybody you got sick, heat stroke, flu bad turkey salad whatever, your puking actually helps the story along. Besides mom will have a good idea what happened anyway. Who do you think bought me these boots?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I could have just planted one in his bare nuts right there, but the fact that he was recovering a bit would make the kicks oh so much sweeter, so I played along. “It means, dumbass, who do you think brought me to the boot store, who do you think taught me the old GTP, Grab-Twist-Pull, that I employed today, who do you think taught me I don’t have to put up with your crap?” I could see it sinking in to him. “Think about it. Remember when mom and dad had the fight about the color she wanted to paint the kitchen then dad mysteriously had an accident?”

“Yeah he limped around for a couple of days” Brad whispered, but I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“Yeah and the kitchen is blue now isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck yeah, it is!” I exclaimed. “If you think back, mom always seems to get her way doesn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Brad admitted with his head low.

“So don’t worry about mom, and don’t worry about your precious little balls. I am pretty sure they can take a little more.” I crossed my legs and pointed my booted foot in his direction. “Besides, you are going to get punished one way or another, whether it is now, or when you get home from practice, or if I wear my boots to school and drop kick in the balls in the front hallway. Hell Brad, you have to sleep sometime, do you want to wake up every morning to me wrapping my leather gloved fingers around your hairy ballsack?”

He looked up at me with pain in his eyes, and I went on, “It can be over now, or I can make it last, I can be a real bitch when I want to be Brad. Think about it.”

“Yeah I can see that,” he said snidely.

“Just for that I am going to make sure the steel toe hits home buddy, right in your bare sack. I could have hit you with my ankle… uh-uh… Keep talking and I might kick them through the roof of your mouth. Get on your feet and get ready to limp for a week.”

I knew he didn’t want to, but my little speech about hitting him in public must have worked. I didn’t know whether he would make it up or not. I got up and stood in the center of the room, I playfully rotated my right foot in my boot, trying to keep him focused. I didn’t really think he would just stand there, but I wanted to try, I wanted to look him in the eye while I kicked him in the balls.

Miraculously, he got to his feet, and stood in front of me.

“Spread your legs, and put your hands behind your head like your doing marine sit-ups,” I barked.

I could tell he was very uncomfortable, his stomach was still cramping up, but he did what he was told. When he was up I reared back my right leg and punted like an all-pro. It was so quick he never knew what hit him.

I got him solid, steel toe meets bare balls; it was an absolutely perfect shot. He went down like a bag of rags. He was in the fetal position, clutching himself and dry heaving. It was almost anti-climactic, but I decided to have a little more fun with it. I walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing my legs and bouncing my right boot in the air inches from his head.

“Okay Brad, you have a minute or so and then only two more to go,” I said as perkily as possible.

All of the cockiness seemed to have gone out of him. “I can’t take anymore!” he sobbed.

“Sure you can. I know you can take at least one more to remember me by. I’ll tell you what, if you come over here and kiss my boots, I might let you off with one to grow on and forget all about the other one.”

His look said he couldn’t tell whether I was kidding or not and I was in no mood to wait. “Look, either pucker up or get back on your feet, I think maybe I can rupture one this time!”

I think the “R” word got him moving. He crawled over and tentatively started kissing the toe of my right boot.

“Get it in your mouth a little, feel how hard the toe is, can you taste the metal?” I fed the toe into his mouth, gagging him a bit, “Steel tips, your soft little ballsies don’t have much of a chance do they? Next time you get it in your head to do something stupid, remember this, remember the taste of metal in your mouth. Remember how hard and sharp the steel tips of my boots are, remember how hard and unforgiving my leather covered fingers are, and decide right then if you are willing to accept the consequences of your actions.”

“Now get on your knees and spread your legs, you have one more coming...”

Cybersex Transcript

by the_end

This is the transcript of a nice cybersex adventure I had a bit ago. I've (obviously) changed the login names to preserve both our anonymity, but I think you'll still enjoy. I've done just the very tiniest bit of editing (for clarity), but otherwise this is, I suppose you could say, a "non-fiction" work.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Maria smacks you a stinging blow across the face, "how dare you look at me that way?"

Roger reels back from the slap, and glares at you, growling slightly, but then regains his composure

You say, "Pardon?"

Roger stares into your eyes

Maria's nostrils flare and she looks you up and down, slowly.

Roger returns the favor of looking you up and down; slowly... he smiles just slightly

Roger takes a step closer

Maria clenches her fists at her sides.

You say, "you know, you look good angry...”

Maria spits, "men are pigs!"

Roger crosses his arms, taking a wide-legged stance, and looks at you firmly but not angrily. "Oh, come now, I'm a pig because I complimented your outfit?"

Maria stalks up and down the room briskly, not looking at you. She pulls a shiny pair of handcuffs from a pocket.

Roger raises his eyebrows slightly at the sight of the cuffs, and smiles just a little, but otherwise stands perfectly still and watches you

Maria turns to face you and tosses the handcuffs at your feet, glaring at you.

Roger looks down at the cuffs, looks up at you, his expression somewhere between curiosity and a smirk. He says to you, "And just what should I do with these?

Maria sneers, "put them on, if you're man enough."

Roger bends forward, and gingerly picks one up. He snaps one cuff onto his wrist, and looks at you for the other cuff.

Maria quickly walks behind you and pulls your arms back, latching the other cuff tightly and stepping back to survey her handiwork.

Roger tugs at his restraints, and sneers a little as he finds them secure

Roger makes a show of tugging a little harder at the cuffs, and growls

Maria steps around to face you, several inches shorter than you.

Her thick, black hair flows partly down her back in lustrous waves. Bright eyes glint from her dark, Spanish face, and her dress clearly shows her curvy form.

Maria leans very close and whispers softly in your ear, "are you a good man?"

Roger smiles as he looks over your petite little body, getting a nice view down your dress from this angle

Roger whispers back, "Depends what you mean by a "good man"...

Maria moves to your other ear slowly, staying very close, her breath warm on your skin. She whispers again, "I love men, but I don't trust them..."

Roger leans toward you, letting his shoulder brush against you, and whispers back, "I'm glad you love men... but why do you not trust us?

Maria touches her fingertip to your lips lightly and answers, "Because when you speak, lies come out..." She trails the fingertip down your chest and swirls once over your crotch.

Roger takes a deep breath at your touch. After a moment he responds,

"Some men lie, but others do not."

Maria shakes her head, "your words are nothing to me... I believe none of it, I take what I want of your body on my own terms."

Maria slowly unbuttons your shirt.

Roger chuckles slightly, then looks you up and down... he grows more focused again, and looks you in the eyes, "You like having a man by the balls, do you?"

Maria reaches under your shirt and pinches your nipple hard between her well-trimmed nails, and hisses at you, "do not presume to understand me!"

Maria unfastens your belt buckle.

Roger yelps when you pinch his nipple, and brings his legs together protectively. Still, he can't help but let his eyes roam over your small, tight body's supple curves.

Maria looks you in the eyes and says, "I like very large cocks... I hope I won't be disappointed..."

Roger growls aggressively, "I think you'll be /quite/ satisfied

Maria smirks, "we shall see." She slips your shirt off your shoulders, letting it bunch up on your arms around the cuffs.

Roger tugs again at the cuffs, wanting to grab your body. His muscles flex, but he cannot free himself.

Maria watches your arms and smiles slightly, "you want to touch me? You cannot... My body is my own alone."

Roger growls viciously, and pushes his body against yours, "you know you want a man's touch!" he says

Maria unzips her dress smoothly from top to bottom, revealing her taut white bra and panties.

Maria steps back and gives you a shove, throwing you off-balance, but not enough to knock you over.

Maria points her finger at you and says sternly, "do not try that again."

Maria slips out of her dress and stands there in her underwear, breathing deeply.

Roger is rock hard now inside his boxer shorts as he looks at your body in only bra and panties. He asks defiantly, "and what if I /do/ try that again, hmm?"

Maria picks up a thick dildo from the table and waves it in the air, "then I make *you* the woman..."

Maria sets the dildo back on the table.

Roger looks aghast. "Look, I'll be a gentleman and all since you want me to, but there's no way in the world a small little thing like you could get a big guy like me to submit to that!"

Maria steps forward and give your pants a tug, letting them fall to the floor, "step out of them."

Maria looks at your boxers intently.

Roger steps out of them; his boxers are quite tented

Maria strokes her fingertips lightly along the full length of your shaft, through the cloth.

Roger closes his eyes and moans gently.

Maria cups her own breast for a moment, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

Roger opens his eyes in time to catch you cupping your breast and inhaling... he can't tear his eyes away, and his cock throbs.

Maria sinks to her knees, her face level with your crotch. She pulls your waistband out and over your protruding cock.

Maria's breath catches in spite of herself when she sees the full size of your penis. She licks her lips almost unconsciously.

Maria glances up at you, "I think I will enjoy possessing you", then her eyes drop back to your throbbing shaft.

Roger's cock is long and quite thick, hard as a steel rod and point straight out and slightly up; below it hang his large, heavy balls, delicate and very vulnerable to you.

Roger's cockhead swells even a little more at your words

Maria cups your scrotum in her hand and pulls on it lightly, "you men are so powerful, but here I have your power in my hands, and I can do with you as I please..."

Roger gasps, and stares nervously at you for a moment, but then growls and says roughly, "you wouldn't dare!"

Maria gives your scrotum a slow pull, not enough to hurt yet, but enough to cause concern.

Maria wraps her other hand around your massive shaft, her tiny hand making it look even larger.

Maria begins to stroke slowly, with a very tight grip, and her other hand slowly twists your scrotum, "I dare anything I please..."

You say, glaring at you, "You wouldn't dare! In fact, you don't have the /balls/ to hurt me, /girl/!""

Roger moans loudly as you stroke him, breathing steadily faster

Maria reaches for the dildo and hefts it in her hand for a moment before slapping it directly against your exposed balls.

Maria continues to stroke your shaft, one thumb working over your glans.

Roger's body lurches and he yelps out a high-pitched cry of pain, and glares at you all the more aggressively

You say, "You DIDN'T!"

Maria says, "This powerful shaft and balls, and it is subject to my every whim..."

Roger closes his eyes a moment, trying to enjoy the pleasure your thumb is giving him

Maria parts her lips and takes your cockhead into her mouth, suckling it for a few seconds before popping it out again and smacking your balls with the dildo, harder this time.

Roger closes his eyes again, almost purring with sweet enjoyment, before the sudden impact brings him out of reverie and his knees buckle, almost letting him drop to the floor. The pain and the pleasure both are intense.

Maria turns you around roughly and shoves you onto the bed, face first, knees on the floor. She reaches between your legs, spreading them and pulling your iron rod back painfully, so it points down along the sheets, your testicles pushed down between your thighs.

Maria strokes her fingertips up and down the underside of your shaft.

Roger screams, and immediately tries to stand up

Maria shoves you back down and connects the straps on the bed to your arms, pulling them tight. She does the same for your legs, pinning you with very little freedom of motion.

Roger wrenches his body against the straps, trying to wiggle free

Maria wraps her fingers around your shaft and pulls it downward, making your glans swell painfully.

Maria slaps her bare palm against your balls, three times, saying, "stop... trying... to resist!"

Roger moans as you pull his cock, feeling both some pain and some pleasure

Roger groans from deep down as you repeatedly slap his nuts. He keeps struggling, but more weakly now.

Maria slips out of her panties and stuffs them into your mouth, "taste me..."

Roger murmurs through them something that sounds like curses

Maria moves up and presses her crotch against your protruding rump, her pubic bone against your balls, squishing them against your painfully rigid shaft.

Maria pulls her panties from your mouth and rams her hips forward, smashing your balls into your cock.

Roger screams into your panties, the scream having degenerated into a pained, loud groan by the time you remove them

Maria rubs her crotch up and down your backside, her coarse pubic hair scratching your delicate genitals.

Roger is whimpering now, and says, "please, my balls, no more, I'll be good..."

Maria whispers, "yes... I think you just might be good after all..."

Maria takes the dildo and slathers it with lubricant before pressing the tip against your clenched anus and resting it there, gazing at your bloated cock.

Roger nods eagerly, just to avoid anymore torture of his already agonized family jewels

Roger is whimpering still, "please, not that... look, Maria, you can do anything... I'm afraid to say this, but you can even bust my balls more, but not that, it's just not my thing!

Maria says slowly, "that monster cock... you must love to put it inside a woman..."

Maria sets the dildo aside for now.

You say, "What can I say, women love to have it in them, and I love to oblige them"

Roger breathes a sigh of deep relief as you put the dildo away, but is quite scared you are going to take up his alternate offer"

Maria loosens your straps enough to turn you over and tightens them again.

Maria slaps blue's testicles with her palm, several times in succession then rubs her hand up his purple shaft.

Roger groans with each slap, his face contorted in agony. As she starts to rub him, he begs her, "please, please, no more, you have no idea how bad it hurts!"

Maria smiles at blue and straddles his thighs that are hanging over the bed. She unclasps her bra and slips out of it, her breasts springing free, nipples dark and swollen.

Maria takes her panties and stuffs them back into blue's mouth, saying, "you talk too much...”

Roger's eyes widen, and he leans his head up, desperate to suck your hard nipples... he tries to spit the panties out

Maria takes blue's enormous cock in both hands and strokes it roughly for a minute before bending over, her mouth less than an inch from its tip.

Maria whispers into blue's cock as though it could hear her, "I will not be touched by you..."

Roger is breathing fast, his cock throbbing so hard; she has his complete attention

Maria squeezes blue's cock and pushes her hands downward, making his glans and a few inches of the tip swell and turn dark purple, veins seemingly ready to burst, helmet shining smoothly.

Maria leans down and pushes out her tongue, swirling just the tip around blue's drooling opening, then spreading the glistening droplet around his painful glans.

Roger is so, so desperate for your mouth... when your tongue finally touches his tip, he moans very, very loudly into his gag

Maria parts her wet lips and takes blue into her mouth, lightly dragging her teeth over his hypersensitive flesh.

Maria pulls back, then sucks blue in again, deeper this time, releasing some of the pressure with her hands. One hand lets go and goes to his balls, holding them lightly.

Roger's body twitches at the feel of your teeth... but he's in heaven, lost in the wet warmth of your mouth... it IS worth it, worth all the pain, everything

Roger gasps worriedly as you grab his balls again, but he's in too much ecstasy to give it much thought

Maria plunges her head down, taking blue in deeper, his head muscling against her throat, and holds there for several very long moments, keeping her gag reflex at bay.

Maria pulls all the way off and plucks her panties from blue's mouth, asking him, "Who owns you?"

Roger rolls his body from side to side as much as he can (which isn't much) as the pleasure rolls through

Roger stares into your eyes... he know what he should answer, but he's reluctant, still a little defiant, and so remains silent.

Maria slowly clamps her small but powerful fingers around blue's balls, squeezing them with gradually more intensity, eyes locked on his, asking again, "who... owns you..."

Roger shakes his head, wrestling with his own instinct to be manly and defy... his balls have already been tenderized, and are hurting bad, but all he can blurt out is, "no, please, not again, you don't know how bad it hurts, you just don't understand! Oh, my balls! Oooohhhhhh...!

Maria twists blue's balls harder, looking at the curiously, wondering when they'll be seriously damaged. She asks again, this time directed to his balls, "your pleasure, and your pain... who owns you..."

Roger is almost crying in pain as he whimpers out, "you do, Maria, you own my balls so you own my body... please, have mercy, it hurts so bad!"

Maria slowly relinquishes her grip and climbs up on the bed, straddling blue's face, her gaping pussy about a foot from his face.

Roger's nuts are still throbbing with pain as he stares up at you

Maria looks down past her protruding breasts at blue's face set between them in her view, and slowly slides her hands to her crotch, she asks blue, "who has the power?"

Roger very slowly, and very, very reluctantly answers, in a whisper, "you do..."

Maria stretches her labia apart even further, her entire cunt exposed for blue, just inches from his face, but out of his reach. He can feel its heat and smell its musk, see the light glint on its wet surfaces.

Roger struggles at his straps; he's desperate to fuck that cunt

Maria pulls her clitoral hood up and slips a fingertip over her clitoris, breathing deeply, breasts heaving.

Maria murmurs to blue, "I know how much you want me, to penetrate me... to make me come..."

Roger's cock is as hard as it has ever been, the head purple and swollen with need, and his eyes wander from your cunt up to your tits, all over your lithe, skinny body then back to your cunt

You say, "Yes, I want it... I need it... I want it bad... I’d give anything for it, suffer all that I’ve suffered already and more for it"

Maria's vaginal opening twitches and throbs as she increases her fingering over her clit, and she whispers to blue, "I'm not sure if I need you anymore..."

You say, "but I /need/ you... please, anything"

Roger is struggling hard against his restraints, his muscles bulging, his breathing fast

Maria looks down at your handsome face and smiles wickedly.

Maria reaches back with one hand and plucks at your cockhead with her fingertips.

You say, "No, Maria, please, suck me off, anything, just please .....mmm... please, take care of my cock... ANYTHING, please, I’ll even offer my balls again, oh, please don't take me up on that offer, but really, anything, just let me feel your mouth again"

Maria continues stroking her clitoris and spreads her lips.

Roger whimpers, "please, you own me, take care of your property... please... miss... please...

Maria's finger flicks rapidly and she orgasms hard, her swollen pussy throbbing right in front of you.

Maria turns around and looks at your engorged cock.

Maria opens her mouth and takes you in suddenly, her position allowing your cock to drive deep into her throat, stretching her jaw.

Maria's breasts rub against your belly, nipples still like tiny pebbles.

Roger moans very loudly, and bucks his hips up as much as he can, going crazy

Maria pulls back; your thick shaft slipping past her tender lips, then kisses the tip before plunging forward again.

Maria finds a rhythm and moves back and forth, your fat cockhead plunging over and over into her throat.

Roger is breathing spasmically, crying out, "yes, yessss!" as you suck, getting very close, his cock throbbing, the head engorged

Maria takes your balls in her hands, still sucking you, and squeezes them roughly.

Maria twists her head and makes swallowing motions, gripping your glans with her throat. Her hands knead your balls firmly.

Roger groans and whimpers amid his moans; he knows you're just taking his offer and making him pay for the pleasure, but still, it hurts so, so bad!

Roger can barely even think; in your mouth, his cock is swollen and electric with pleasure as it slides in and out; but in your hands, his balls are agony and vulnerability incarnate

Maria grips your balls and releases them over and over, making them ache.

Maria pulls back and lashes your head with her tongue before sucking it roughly, twisting her head from side to side. Her hand slaps your balls and goes back to kneading them.

Roger is so close to coming, but the pain in his balls is keeping him just short of the edge... he begs for mercy

Maria relents and releases your balls, putting her hand on your shaft, stroking firmly over your slippery rod while she sucks on the tip.

You say, "oh, please, Maria, you own me, you own my balls... oh, please, it hurts so bad, I need to come so much, need to come in your hot, wet, sweet mouth, please, let me, do you know how bad it hurts, have any idea, ohhhhhhhhhh"

Maria moves her head rapidly back and forth over your drooling prick.

Roger sighs with relief; he knows you're still going to bust the hell out of his balls as he's coming, but it'll be worth it, and now he can... he bucks his hips furiously, screaming out your name, "Maria, yes, Maria!... ooooohhhh.... yesssss!!!!

Maria watches intently for the orgasm to start, ready to punish your balls.

Roger bucks one last time, as hard and deep as he can, feeling his cock slide through the slippery wetness of your mouth, your hot little tongue darting and swirling around it.. as the cockhead touches the back of your throat, and he feels you gag just a tiny bit, eh closes his eyes, and his cock explodes, pumping you full of spurt after long hard spurt of cum

Maria slams her fist down on your pumping balls, swallowing as quickly as she can, trying to keep it all, but a trickle of semen runs down her chin.

Roger lies back, moaning and purring softly, exhausted and satisfied

Maria stands and wipes her mouth, slowly gathering her clothes.

Roger smiles blissfully and watches

Maria dresses, looking tousled and clearly sexed.

Maria smiles sweetly and says, "I think I'll leave you tied up for the next girl to find..."

Roger grins and smiles, saying softly, "good night, Maria"

Maria says, "Good night."

Maria has disconnected.

How To Use A Climbing Harness

By tempest

Sun angled in through the skylight, just enough that it lightened his closed eyes and woke him. He shifted slightly, and rose on one elbow to take in the smells of the cool city morning. Beside him lay Linsey, the wonderful woman he’d just met at Vincent’s weekend party on the river. They had swum and kayaked all day Saturday, then later danced a little and told stories around the bonfire with the others. On Sunday, at Linsey’s insistence, they had hiked up to Fallon Cliff to do a little rock climbing. She was an accomplished climber, and promised she would teach him to be comfortable on the rock. The adjustments to his climbing harness had taken her nearly 40 minutes due to a faulty buckle, but once she had replaced it and tweaked and twisted the webbing to fit snugly around his thighs and hips, they were off on a great adventure. Afterwards she returned to the city with him, to his apartment, for a gourmet dinner that he made himself.

Now the morning alarm sounded, the soft tones of jazz music on the radio. She rolled onto her side and slid her warm hand between his legs to caress his knee. With the tips of her fingers she smoothed his thigh then softly encircled his balls in the cup of her hand.

“Thank-you, Brian,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.

“For what, sweet?”

“For last night. For the weekend.”

“You know I loved every minute of it.” He smiled, stroking her dark hair.

“Bri?”

“Yeah?”

“Put on the harness again.”

“The climbing harness?” He spanked her playfully.

“Mmm, yeah.” She rolled onto her stomach, tucking her hand under his buttock. “Over your old jeans, just like yesterday. D’you remember how to buckle it?”

“Well, yeah, I think so…”

“You looked so sexy all trussed up in that thing. Teaching you to rock climb was the highlight of my weekend.” She rolled onto her side and flashed emerald green eyes at him, then with her little finger, traced a line from his navel to his nose. He could only stare at her, until finally he swung his legs off the bed and stood. He pulled on his briefs, and feeling cocky, leaned over to take her breast in his lips. She moaned slightly but pushed him away.

“You’re full of surprises,” he whispered, and grinned. Sitting on the bed he pulled the faded jeans over his feet, then stood and faced her. She watched the buttons on the fly catch lightly on the bulge in his underwear as he pulled the jeans up. Then he lifted the harness off the chair and positioned the leg loops around his thighs just as she had done yesterday. He fastened the waist belt.

“Is that right?”

“Pull the leg loops up just a little higher, babe.”

In a few minutes he was strapped in properly, and stood, bare-chested, in front of her. The waist belt of the harness rested on the waistband of his jeans, and he could feel its coarseness tight against his bare skin.

Linsey, naked, rose from the bed and pulled him to her. She kissed him and backed him slowly to the wall, then held his arms firmly against it as she traced another line –this time with her tongue- from his chest to the harness. She tugged at the waist belt with her teeth and then let it go, apparently satisfied. But with her hands she tightened each leg loop until his penis and balls were captured in a tight denim triangle.

Now unbearably aroused, Brian shifted slightly to lessen the pressure, but Linsey steadied his hips, pressed her breasts into his crotch and rose slowly, grabbing the front harness loop as she did so. She looked him square in the eyes with a twinkle, and pulled upward firmly but slowly, lifting him slightly.

Brian, now fully hard, could barely stand the tight prison of his jeans and the harness and began to back the gorgeous woman toward the bed as he kissed her. But she grabbed the harness loop again and pushed him back hard against the wall. She kissed his neck and thrust his right hand downward to run his fingers over his own stiff bundle, just as she guided his left hand to the incredible wetness between her legs.

He moaned in frustration and in the promise of pleasure and she moved his finger inside her until she gasped with orgasm. Then slowly he again moved her toward the bed.

“Ohh. Ohh no, baby.” She stopped him, her face close to his, her eyes intense. “No,” she shook her finger at him. Brian looked at her, puzzled, completely intrigued but now in considerable discomfort.

Suddenly she jerked the loop upwards again, trapping his cock and nuts in even tighter confinement. Those emerald eyes stared into his with an excited glint and she rammed her knee sharply upward into his testicles, then again, harder still, before she released her grip on the loop and let him fall to the floor.

Hands curled in agony around his throbbing groin, Brian could not muster the coordination to undo the buckles and release himself from the pressure of the harness. He writhed impotently, his head thrown back, mouth open in grimace, his eyes closed and tearing. Once or twice he tugged at the leg and waist loops of the harness, but he had no strength to alter his predicament.

Linsey, now dressed, knelt beside him and gently ran her fingers through his hair. She loosened the leg loop buckles and undid the waist belt to free him.

Brian looked at her, trying just to focus, unspeaking, but with a question on his lips.

The beautiful young woman’s eyes danced with a mixture of compassion and delight. “There’s no reason, baby,” Linsey said softly. “No reason at all.” She rose and left.

Low Blow in the Low Countries

by Targetpractice

Hi all,

I am going through some exercises to get over my writers block, and a friend of mine recommended to me that I freewrite. So, I thought I would offer this story to the board:

I boarded the plane from Los Angeles to Amsterdam, in the Netherlands bustling with excitement to be in the capitol of it all-sex, drugs, and non-stop partying. I had talked about going to Amsterdam for years and years, and finally I am here!

I made a beeline for the Red Light District, out of curiosity and strangely out of hope for finding one of the girls there who would grant my wish of being kicked.

I'm a picky kind of guy, interested in many different types of women at different times. Sometimes I like a girl in a soccer uniform with a pair of cleats. Sometimes I like girls with boots that go all the way up the calf, and sometimes a nice pair of heels always hits the spot. I decided that this evening, I would look for a sporty lady.

I had some trouble finding a place, considering that I was a tourist in a foreign land, and my Dutch is really, really poor. I finally found this blue, innocuous place on the recommendation of a flyer I got.

I went in and started looking around at the place. It looked harmless enough, with aromatic candles everywhere. Behind the counter was a brown haired girl looking in her twenties.

"Goede avond," said the lady from behind her book

"Um...Ik...zoek een...vrouw om..."

"I speak English," said Gertrud.

"Thank you. I am looking for a woman to be with. I've never done this before."

"Don't worry. We get a lot of tourists who haven't been to Amsterdam before. Go ahead and fill this out and give it to me when you're done. Best thing I can tell you is to be honest about what you're into."

I looked at the printed list and it mentioned a lot of options. I felt like I was giving a sexual history to them.

I started looking at the list and scanned it for what I was into, but had so much trouble getting in the States. "Come on, groin kicking or ball busting, please be on there…" I scanned down the paper and saw one for feet (which I love) and shoe fetish (lets you write in what footwear you're into). But no ball busting :( I was bummed, but I had been looking all night and I could at least get one out of the two loves. I saw a box which allowed for you to have more than one. I had never done this before-had two women on me at the same time.

I checked the box for more than one woman preferred.

Gertrud took the list and made a couple of checks and circled a couple of things on it. She put it through a door slot behind her. "So doc, am I sick and perverted?"

She started to laugh. "You're nothing compared to what some guys are into here. Some guys are into really, really kinky things."

"Is there anything else that you are looking for before I bring some girls out?"

Well, I'm interested in being kicked in the balls."’

Gertrud gave a blank stare. "You are into being kicked in the groin for pleasure? I see... Well you'll have to ask the girls who you'll be with. Some of our girls are only interested in suck and fuck, but we have some special ladies that you might like. Go ahead and step through the door and go to Room 12 on the second floor. A couple of ladies will be there to greet you."

I walked up the stairs with the feeling of walking away...but I've already agreed to do this, and paid for the girls up front. I opened the door to a room that was pretty bright with a bed on the right hand side and two ladies sitting down. One of them was dressed like a high school volleyball player and the other was dressed up like a businesswoman with a pair of strappy heels that crisscrossed to her ankles with a pair of white panty hose. The other girl was wearing these Japanese like loose socks. I was in heaven, literally.

The businesswoman's name was Caley, who had wavy full brown hair and her sporty companion was called Cam. Cam had her hair in a ponytail and hung down from the back with her blond straight hair. The two were like Yin and Yang. Cam gave him a robe to put on and told him to go change into it. It was the quickest I'd ever been to get out of all of my clothes, but it felt like an eternity. I got all of the clothes off and saw Cam tying her Adidas Superstars with black stripes, and Caley doing half kicks in the air.

"Hi, I have changed into the robe."

Caley and Cam took a seat at the table and motioned for me to sit down. Caley pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one and offered me some wine, which I graciously accepted. We started to talk about who I was, and why I had come to Amsterdam. Every once in a while, Cam's shoe would nudge my foot, and each time she would come into contact, she would mover her foot up closer and closer. She stretched her legs as I started to talk about my fetish where the tip of her toe just brushed up against the hairs on my balls. I decided to be brave and scooted my butt forward, pushing my crotch into her toe. She pushed as well, sort of squeezing my balls a bit. My dick immediately rose to attention, and she noticed immediately.

"You like this huh?" she said as she started pulling back and pushing inward. Caley noticed what was going on and started to run her heel upward on the outside of my leg, and laid her foot to my side. I grabbed her soft foot and rubbed as Cam was continuing to nudge my balls. As she was nudging (and I was pushing in) the chair was getting pushed back more and more. I accidentally slipped out of the chair and fell to my knees at the edge of the table. I got the nerve.

"I have a request... can you... kick me?"

"Kick you? Where would you like to be kicked?" said Caley. She pushed her foot forward to my bare crotch. "Right here?"

"Yes...that would be great."

She looked over at her teammate and had a little stare. All of the sudden, her foot shot out at my balls. It hit with a little thud. My dick sprang to attention, but her kick was soft. Cam saw the look on my face and started to giggle. "OK, my turn!" She kicked out with her shoe and her laces hit right at my ball sack. She was a little harder than Caley.

"Cam, you got him better than I did, so I'll sit next to you. You stay there on your knees." Caley went to the bed and rifled through a bag. She produced a couple of scarves and walked over to me. She took the scarves and tied my hands to the table. Then she tied my legs to the bottom of the card table so I couldn't move. Finally, they blindfolded me so I couldn't see their kicks coming.

Then Cam and Caley sat side by side. They asked, “Shoes on or shoes off?”

I said, “Can we do half and half?”

They said sure and started by flipping a coin and to have me call heads or tails. If I got heads, I got to pick the first girls, and if tails, they picked. To my luck, I got heads. I heard one of them getting up and the chair scuffled. I heard a chair hit the ground behind me. I said to myself, are they going to kick me from the front and behind?

BAM! I felt Cam's shoe come up from behind. She didn't hit hard, but she got me good. I started to slump towards the table. I felt the heel of Caley fly up and hit just below my balls. I felt her knee brush against my stomach for a second. They started to alternate forward and backwards for a good five kicks each. Each time their foot got harder and harder. They would ask me along the way "harder or softer?" Since I was already in the heat of the passion, I always said harder until that fifth kick. I asked for a break after that one. They untied me from the table and took off the blindfold. I took a ten minute and was soaking in precum from their dainty feet.

Cam starts to take off her shoes and leaves her socks on. Caley also takes off her heels.

Ten minutes roll around and I'm ready for more.

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

By tall_pete

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God yes,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool,” Alicia chirped, clearly excited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello gorgeous,” I said.

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

“God yes,” was my only reply

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

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

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

“How fast?”

“Ten Mississippi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“’k,” I agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never,” I groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So sorry ma’am,” I drawled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Punch,” was all I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You up?” Alicia asked.

I nodded dumbly.

“Another punch?”

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

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

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

“Are you up?” Alicia asked.

I nodded, still struggling.

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

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

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

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

PART IV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked up at her imploringly.

“Now!” Donna snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God yes,” I moaned in desire.

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

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

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