Breaking Him In

by Sturgeon

Part I, F/m, mild CBT

The following story contains scenes of violent female domination. If that doesn't excite you, turn back now. Abort! If you're under-age in whatever jurisdiction you're stuck in, wait until you're no longer a minor, then write me a private request. Abort now!

For those of you who've read my previous posts, the following story might seem soft-core. I apologize for this in advance: I wanted to write a story like this, though. If you want to see part II, let me know.

Breaking Him In (Part I)

Men are strength incarnate: they are courage bound up in muscle - the sort of muscle that bulges eternally, in any situation, tirelessly, sweating. Men are combative by nature and heroic by design. They surge with passion, commanding obedience to their will - which erupts bold ideas from the hard terrain of masculine flesh.

They are not weak. They do not give in, surrender, or yield. They defy and rebel by genetic command. Testosterone. Men are grand-scale sperm cells, swimming against the current, writhing with insuppressible force - against the odds - to the elusive egg. Testosterone. Muscle. Power.

Ironically, Terrence would have been the scrawniest wimp to succumb to these stereotypes all his life. And, ultimately, he would have let himself down: would've seen himself flag and flail in the face of the Hercules myth again and again - how can a mere man be a godlike myth? - were it not for the liberation that Shari gave him. No, not gave him: forced upon him. Shari was the elusive egg-cell at the climax of his life: that goal which tells him to stop swimming.

You've made it, Terry. You're here. Now shut up.

Shari effortlessly coiled the collar of dominion around his neck.

Shut up and do your job. Make me happy.

Sometimes Terry wondered if it didn't him less of a man to be submissive. Were submissive men inherently less manly than the commanding, bullyish Man of myth and stereotype? Were all femdoms necessarily the keepers of half-men? Men with the spirit of manliness stripped from them? Men with their testicles reduced to mere ornaments to their dommes' power? Did the societal definition of masculinity and femininity mean that submissive men were no longer "men" at all? Was the notion of female domination of men self-refuting? Or were men ultimately warriors who had to serve a woman's pleasure? A woman's law? The sperm cell that strives toward the egg like something bound on a leash?

In his first encounter with Shari, Terry was ten years old. Shari was a tomboy - a girl who refused to accept girlishness. Terry at the playground, holding the ball. "No, Shari, you can't. Girls don't play this game." He tossed the ball to another boy. "Come on, Shari."

Testosterone. This is how things are done.

Later, in his junior year of high school, Terry was not so certain. He was dating girls, but full of self-doubt. And it was Shari who was rebellious. She had her driver's license before any of the boys. She owned a VW Bug, had a sticker on the bumper that read, "Girls Kick Ass." She asked him out on a date, and he accepted. Shari had a reputation as a "slut," and he - popular, athletic - wanted to get laid. He didn't know precisely how to do this - when to make a pass, when to kiss - but he knew that his body, his genetic make-up, his manly urges - would take care of all this. The reigns would fall into his hands. This is how things went.

Testosterone. Power.

Shari drove them; Shari chose the movie. Men shooting men on the screen - blood spilled in jungles, on city sidewalks. Shari put her hand over his. Shari leaned over and kissed him in the movie theatre. They were sitting in the very first row. Some of the kids from their school were behind them. Shari leaned over and kissed him - her warmth seizing him like a doll tossed into a fireplace. His body reacted - he felt a surge pass through him, his penis stiffened - but psychologically he wavered. He pulled away, and watched the men on the screen blow each other to pieces. All that testosterone.

Shari chose the restaurant. He was silenced as they read the menu: under the narrow table she laid her hand on his leg. Enchiladas, taco de rajas, allombre de pachuga.

"I'll have number thirteen, and he'll have number seven. And could you bring two horchatas?"

Over dinner, Terry reminded her of his accomplishments on the school soccer team: his daring play, the praise of his coach. He felt he was losing ground. She eyed him with amusement. She fed him light praise. She poured some hot sauce on his tacos, and he found his mouth burning. He had to stop eating.

"I'm sorry, Terry! Too hot for you, huh?"

Terry observed other couples in the restaurant: Men with their hands upon their women's laps; women looking up at their dates with soft, yielding admiration.

Shari asked him if he wanted to get drunk.

"What do you mean?"

"My sister has an apartment on Fifth Street. She's out of town; she said I could use her place. Whaddaya say?"

Terry hesitated. Shari drove them to her sister's apartment.

Shari made them margueritas - he didn't know what they were – and they sat on the couch. Her eyes never left him as he sipped.

"Weren't you once in a fight, Terry?"

"A fight?"

"Back in the ninth grade? Didn't you and Eddy Yuknis get into a fist fight?"

"Oh! Yeah. Jeez, Eddy. What a wimp. He was a bully, though. I beat the crap out of him." He laughed.

"What was it like, beating up a man?"

"It felt great. He provoked me, you know. He said all sorts of stuff, talkin' trash about me behind my back, so I really let him have it."

"How did it happen?"

"It just happened. It's kind of a blur, but I beat the fuck out of him (pardon my language). He tried pretty hard, but I made him cry."

"Did you kick him in the balls?"

Terry froze. "Did I...kick him in the balls? No, no, I just -"

"Made him cry."

"Yeah, but I didn't do any dirty fighting."

"Because that's how to annihilate a man. Land a knee - or a foot, or a fist, or a weapon - in the groin, and a man's finished."

Shari smiled at her date. He turned away.

Quickly the alcohol formed a soothing blanket over Terry's nerves. He felt warmth flow through him. His muscles unwound. He complimented the drink, and she poured him another. As he took a deep drink, Shari put her arm around his shoulders. She tasted lime and tequila as she kissed him.

Terry felt himself shudder as her tongue entered his mouth. He felt the weight of her breasts against him. He smelled her body distinctly, though she wore no perfume: a strong, damp smell that reminded him of the ocean. He felt her hand on his side, stroking over his stomach, touching his firm chest. He felt himself losing ground, like sand washed into the waves. He gasped and grew rigid as her hand slid between his legs. She kissed him feverishly, held her hand firmly over his genitals. He felt passive.

"I want you, Terry - I want you so much."

Her tongue pushed against his, shoved it, writhed against it. She popped the first button on his fly.

"Um, Shari, wait..."

She didn't move away: she kept her hand over his groin. "What's wrong?"

"What...? I'm...Shari, it's too soon."

Shari sounded irritated, "Oh, come on, Terry."

She popped another button on his fly.

"No, Shari, I..."

He tried to rise, but immediately she put her hand on his chest.

"No, Terry. I want you."

Terry felt himself an observer, a passive camera eye. She undid the remaining buttons on his fly, and stroked his limp penis and his balls, bound tightly in his cotton underwear. His reluctance was irrelevant - the realization of this clanged in his mind - and he reacted fearfully. He tried earnestly to pull away; he tried to push her off, but she shoved one of his arms away violently. She plunged her other hand under his underwear and gripped his balls. He heard himself let out a whimper of protest.

"Don't fuck with me, Terry." Shari sounded cross.

"Shari, I don't WANT TO."

With one hand gripping his balls, Shari grabbed his hair with the other, and yanked his head back against the armrest of the couch. "It doesn't look like you have a choice, Terry. Does it?"

Shari pulled his head back against the armrest - hard, banging it. She increased the pressure on his testicles - triggering another whimper - then stared at him. He felt himself quivering.

Shari held him like that - vulnerable, powerless - staring at him silently, for two minutes. Terry shook, staring at her with his head pressed back against the couch. Shari pressed her thumb against his limp penis, driving it against his body.

"Come on, Terry. Come on. Get it up for me."

Terry felt his powerlessness completely. In the haze of his confusion, he realized that - however strange the experience might be – it was, nevertheless, a precursor to getting laid. This wasn't the way things were usually reported to him - with the woman softly gasping in protest, with the man driving through her inhibitions, overwhelming her with the force of his desire - but this was, apparently, a step toward getting laid. In the face of her domination, from which there was no way out but assent, he began to cooperate. He pulled down his pants – she told him, "That's it, Terry, good boy" - then slid his shoes off, and pulled his underwear down to his ankles and over his feet.

She released her hand from his chest, and concentrated on the flesh of his manhood. She held his penis, stroking it roughly, pulling on it. With her other hand, she pumped his balls, lifting his scrotum up, squeezing his nuts, applying pressure to them that made his thoughts crumble into feelings that he didn't recognize and couldn't assimilate: carnal desire driven into a corner, manliness broken down to servitude.

Shari brought her lips to his soft flesh: she held his cock in her mouth, working it with her stronger, more driven tongue. She sucked his balls one at a time into her mouth, introduced them to her teeth, ran her tongue over his scrotum, moved her -

"OK, Terry, lie on the floor." She sounded frustrated. He obeyed her, his knees bouncing against each other nervously, his genitals partly concealed. Standing above him, she drove his legs apart, then planted the ball of her right foot over his groin. She rubbed it against his cock and his balls with angry impatience. His vulnerability frightened him.

"Time to get it up, Terry."

She tapped her toenails into his ball sack, then pressed her heel against his cock.

"Get your dick up, Terry. I'm getting tired of this."

Terry tried to focus his energy; tried to obey her. The scene was so strange; it all seemed so crazy and unthinkable. And his penis failed to respond. He masculinity was hiding somewhere. Or defeated.

"Damn it, Terry."

Shari got down, straddling his waist.

"What's the matter with you, boy? Are you fucking intimidated? Where's your manhood?"

Shari slapped him hard across the face.

"Where's your testosterone, Terry?"

She gripped his balls again: harder than before: the pain made him cry out.

"Are these useless appendages? Do they WORK?"

She released his balls, made a fist, then banged her knuckles against them. He cried out.

"Oh, poor baby. Get your fucking cock up, Terry."

She beat her fist against his balls again - harder. He quivered at his innermost depths. She beat his nuts again, and he felt tears in his eyes. He was crying. With each blow, he felt like his spine was being shattered.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you little slut."

With full force, she smashed her fist against his testicles. He heard himself balling. He heard her - and felt her - spit on his face. But she didn't hit him again: she wrapped her fingers around his nuts, squeezing, wrenching his manhood into life: his penis was rising.

"Yeah. That's it, Terry. Get your little dick up for me."

His face glowing with tears, Terry felt his cock at its full six-inch length. Shari pressed her hand over his face, grinding his head against the carpet, and mounted him. She screwed him through his tears; when she sensed that he was approaching orgasm, she'd reach behind her and hammer his balls with her fist. When she was fully satisfied, she dismounted. He hadn't come. She lay on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips near his ear. "That's it, boy. That's just fine. I'll make a man out of you."

Terry sank into sleep under her weight.

He awoke minutes later. He was on his hands and knees, and he felt her fingers on his balls again. He didn't know what was happening: he felt something - a cord, an elastic cable - snapping around his scrotum, forcing his balls into little spheres dangling from his body.

"No, Shari, please," his voice sounded tearful still, but more pleading - worn out, exhausted. "Let me go, please-"

"Shut up."

He had heard of this position. "Doggy-style." He expected her to slither under him so that he could fuck her from behind. It was a position that suggested strong male domination. But she didn't move; she stayed above and behind him. There was a pause after she released his strained balls, then he felt something hard, physically hard press against his ass cheeks. Simultaneously, she grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled back sharply. The pain made him cry out. Then he felt the real pain.

As Shari drove the dildo into his rectum - ripping through him, breaking open his body - she reached under him with her other hand and throttled his bound testicles. Terry was shocked with pain: he screamed. He remembered that he was in an apartment building: there were neighbors. If he screamed loud enough, they'd call the police.

Before plunging into him again, Shari drove her fingernails into his scrotum. Terry felt like a shark was biting off his testicles.

"If you make another sound, I'm going to rip these off, Terry. I'm going to make you a fucking eunuch. I'm going to castrate you with my fucking fingernails."

Terry felt sobs heave in his chest.

Silently.

And she drove her penis into him again. He felt tears spill from his eyes. She gripped his hair with one hand, his balls with the other, and pounded into him. His body rocked under her.

"Not that you'd mind losing these puny little pills. You're not exactly a well-endowed man, Terry. You know that, don't you?"

She freed his balls, then grabbed his penis. She pulled at it fiercely. He felt like it was going to snap off in her grip.

"Six inch little fuck."

Her energy pounded into him; he could feel her penis driving against his insides. Waves of pain shot through him. He felt himself collapsing under her, and wept.

When he hit the floor she continued raping him - continued ripping at his hair - for fifteen minutes, then pulled out. He reflexively curled into a fetal position; trying to hold himself together in an abused bundle of shattered manhood. His body shook convulsively. His hands were between his legs, his fingers delicately poised at his throbbing balls, his string-like penis.

In a moment she was at him again. She forced him onto his back, then pressed her vagina over his face. He felt like she was trying to press his whole head into her. Blinded by tears and the hot wetness of her pussy, he felt her fingernails claw at the band around his balls. She ripped it off, yanking it up abruptly. His balls snapped back against his groin.

"Get it up, Terry."

He felt his body quake with a new explosion of tears.

"Get it up NOW."

He felt her hands tearing at his jewels - his treasures, the seeds of his manhood, the mighty rod of his male power - but this time they responded quickly. His penis rose. Triumphant. Not going to let a girl dominate him. All that testosterone.

While she jerked his cock with one hand, she rhythmically smacked his balls with the other.

When he came - barely catching air in smothered breaths - when his juice squirted forth, his potent male nectar, it was amidst throbs of unrelenting physical pain. His groin felt like a puny ounce of burning hamburger.

When she got off his face tears were dribbling down his cheeks. A puddle of cum lay on his chest, and she fed this to him. Several wet fingers into his mouth, plunging deep - fingernails scratching against his throat. Then the last stringy drops, slippery on four of her fingers, went into his anus. This part of his body had an entirely new identity. She drove her hand into him, her blade-like nails slick with his seed, wrenching against his bruised insides.

"Squirt your scum deep, Terry. Get yourself pregnant. Men are only good for one thing."

Babysitter Bust

By Stunned

Kathy had been babysitting since she was 12. It was an easy way to make money, and she didn’t mind it. But as she got older, so did her charges. The children she took care of at 8 soon became 12 and older. One family in particular, the Stevens, had first employed her at 13 to look after their nine-year-old son Josh. Josh was fun at that age to take care of, mischievous, but harmless. But as he got older, he became more of a handful, especially when he hit puberty. His parents realized he was a handful and insisted on having a baby sitter long after most parents would have let their children stay on their own. When Kathy was 18 and about to start college, Josh was 14 and still his parents asked her to baby sit. Kathy did not mind, Josh was way out of diapers, and beyond his leering glances at her, he was easy to care for and a quick buck for her. One Friday night, when Josh's parents left town and Kathy was to baby sit, Josh asked if his friend Mike could stay over. Kathy had no problem with that, figuring the two would entertain each other and give her more time to study for college exams.

As Kathy had figured, once Mike arrived, the boys disappeared into the basement to play video games and did not bother her much. She studied upstairs for about two hours and then decided she should check on Josh and Mike. She opened the basement door and was about to yell down to the boys when she noticed that the basement was dark, except for a kind of flickering glow. She crept down the basement stairs and when she reached the bottom step, she could not believe what she found. Josh and Mike were laying on their backs in front of the TV, pants down, jerking themselves. She giggled quietly as she crept up on them.

"Hi guys, whatcha watching?" she said loudly. Both boys jerked up their pants and sat up looking embarrassed, not sure if she had seen what they were doing.

Josh stammered, "Uh oh, Le Femme Nikita on USA."

"Oh I see" Kathy said. "Must be a pretty good episode considering what I saw you both doing", Kathy said grinning from ear to ear. Mike and Josh looked at each other in total embarrassment not knowing how to respond. "Its ok boys, I know men at your age have needs, sorry I broke your concentration."

Mike asked, "You mean you know guys jerk off like us?"

"Well of course I do!" Kathy answered, trying to sound sympathetic.

"Wow,” Josh said sounding more relieved.

"So, what got you to so hot and bothered?" Kathy asked, baiting the boys into sharing their fantasy.

Josh answered, "Well Nikita was tied up and these two guys were going to do things to her."

"Oh I see, so the thought of having a helpless girl tied up turned you on?" Kathy asked.

"Kinda," Mike said looking sheepish.

"Well what would happen to you two if you were tied up?" Kathy asked. The boys looked at each other a moment trying to grasp her point. "I mean wouldn’t you feel pretty helpless if you were tied up?" Kathy continued.

Mike replied, "Well no, I mean we are guys, what could someone do to us even if we were tied up?"

Kathy's mind began to fill with many strange thoughts after Mike's statement. Josh and Mike were just at the age where boys begin to become men and should learn a lesson in what were appropriate thoughts to think about women.

"I'll tell you what boys, why don’t you let me tie you up and we will see what happens?" Kathy said.

Josh and Mike looked at each other for a moment, then Josh asked, "What do you mean tie us up? What are you going to do to us?"

Kathy thought for a moment before answering, then answered, "Well you guys let me tie you up and we will see if I am able to make you as afraid as a women would be. I'll even give you an incentive." With that Kathy stood up and began to remove her blouse. Both boys eye's widened as her top fell away revealing her black lacy bra. Kathy continued to disrobe, removing her shoes and then her jeans. She could tell that both boys were in shock as she revealed that she was wearing a silky black thong underneath. She stood before the boys, firm breasts pressing against her bra, the thong accenting her crotch. Both boys just sat on the floor, quivering in disbelief. Kathy looked down at her attentive audience and giggled to herself. She knew at this point they would pretty much go along with anything she requested. She thought momentarily about if she could go through with it, and decided she could.

"Ok, boys! I've laid my cards on the table, are willing to take the challenge?"

The boys whispered back and forth for a moment and then Josh said "Ok.". Kathy ordered the boys to take off their tennis shoes and remove their shoelaces. When they had complied, she collected the strings and ordered them to stand up with their backs toward her and to interlock their hands behind their backs. The boys obediently complied. Kathy took used two of the shoestrings to tie the boys’ hands securely behind their backs. Once this was accomplished, she instructed the boys to turn and face her.

"Ok guys, here's the deal, you are both spies and I have captured you. My mission is to extract as much information from you as I can, using whatever measures are necessary. You don’t have to answer me, but I doubt you will be able to hold out." She
laughed out loud at her statement. The boys looked at each other with questioning glances. What had they gotten themselves into!

Kathy approached the pair and knelt before them. Before their teenage minds good generate a fantasy, she reached up and gripped the band of their sweat pants and
yanked downward. In a split second, both boys were standing in front of her with their genitals exposed and their pants and underwear around their ankles. Josh and Mike both cried out simultaneously at their forced disrobing.

"Hey, what the fuck!"

"Now boys, you’re my prisoners remember? I make the rules. Mike you said what could someone possibly do to you if you were helpless, well I'm going to show you!" The boys stood in front of her, their young manhood displayed. Kathy took a moment to inspect her prisoners. Both boys at 14 had a nice pubic bush started around the base of their cocks, but they were not far enough along in puberty to have hair on their balls. How odd she thought, she had been with men her own age, only 4 years older than these boys, but what a difference 4 years made apparently in a man's development. Both boys had genitals the approximate size of men, but the pubic hair was lacking, and what was there was fine and fluffy, not course and thick like a full-grown man. It was apparent to her that the boy's genitals had grown to adult size long before their bodies had. In a way, the boys looked kind of sad standing there in their awkward underdeveloped teenage bodies with adult sized genitalia.

Kathy raised her hands and cupped each boys balls. They were so smooth! She could feel their scrotums tighten under her touch and witnessed their young pricks begin to rise under the stimulation. Both boys remained silent as Kathy lightly stroked their exposed balls, each touch causing their balls to rise and their scrotums tighten more.

To be continued

Night Club

By SpeedyCJ

It was a hot and steamy Friday night in Florida and Suzy was going out for another night on the town. She never had problems catching attention from guys, especially wearing her black short sundress with her black patent leather heels. The sundress revealed not only her awesome body, but showcased perhaps her best feature, her legs. She was tanned perfectly, and it was doubtful any man could not take a second look when Suzy walked by.

Suzy knew that she could have any guy she wanted to, and she used that to her advantage. Upon entering the club, and consequently making the bouncer hard as a rock after just laying a glimpse of her, Suzy set out to find her prey. She loved the game she played, and she played it well. She would find the cutest guys in the club and seduce them till they nearly came in their pants. Sometimes she would tease and seduce her victims so much that they would actually cum in their pants.

Tonight she walked around the club looking for someone she could be especially rough with. She had had a rough day and nothing would make her feel happier then seducing and beating up some helpless guy.

After about 20 minutes of searching, she finally found a potential "kill". He was 6 foot tall, about 185 pounds, with good looks. He didn't look too muscular but he didn't look out of shape either. She figured this guy would be an easy target.

She walked up to him and instantly said, "Wanna dance?" Her smile was so convincing that the young man wasted no time in getting on the dance floor. He wasn't a bad dancer at all, and in fact surprised Suzy some with his moves. Suzy danced away from him, allowing him a good look at her sexy body. She gradually made her way closer and closer as she could sense that he was getting turned on.

A slow, reggae song blared from the speakers which gave Suzy the chance to make her move. She slid her body right between his legs and began to grind away. Even Suzy was getting turned on by the heat of the moment. Skillfully she would back away slightly and brush her thigh past his crotch. She looked him deep in the eye when she did this, turning him on even more. After a few minutes of grinding against him she could feel his penis swelling beneath his tan colored khakis.

Suzy suggested that they sit down and have a few drinks. The young man obliged being that his erection was becoming more and more noticeable. They sat at a table and ordered drinks. Suzy reached over to the front of his pants to check on his hard-on, not caring if people were looking on. His face turned bright red as she rubbed her hand back and forth against his bulging crotch. So what is your name asked Suzy. "Chris" said the young man. "Well Chris, it's nice to meet you, and your little friend here," said Suzy as she squeezed his balls. Chris squirmed slightly but smiled. "My name is Suzy," she said seductively.

After a nice long conversation and after a few drinks, both Chris and Suzy were getting drunk and horny. Suzy had lost some of her edge, but still wanted to take out her anger on someone (particularly a male). The problem was that so far Chris actually turned out to be a nice guy. After a few more drinks, both of them were fairly drunk. Suzy recommended that they leave the club. Chris obliged and accompanied Suzy to her apartment.

They were close to Suzy's apartment when she changed her route slightly. She took him down a few back streets and into a dark alleyway. They walked far into the alley, which was a good block away from the street. Suzy pushed Chris against the wall of the brick building in the alley and rubbed up against him. She was enjoying seducing him all night and was finally ready to have some fun. "Do you want me to kiss you?" asked Suzy suddenly. Chris nodded with a passionate yes. Suzy leaned in to kiss him but then in an instant brought her knee up sharply into his groin. Chris doubled over instantly, more so from the shock factor then from the actual knee itself. Suzy chuckled as Chris struggled to catch his breath. "What was that for?" asked Chris painfully. "Oh, just a little aggression I needed to take out. You didn't mind did you?" asked Suzy seductively. Chris' face turned bright red, as he didn't mind at all. In fact, he had always dreamed of a girl dominating him.

Suzy smiled, as she knew she had him right where she wanted him. "Do you think my legs are hot?" asked Suzy plainly. "I think you're a very attractive girl," said Chris politely. "So you think I'm the sexiest girl you've ever laid eyes on," asked Suzy. "Perhaps" laughed Chris. "Well maybe this could help your thinking," said Suzy as she brought her knee up slowly against his leg and brushed it against his crotch.
She slid her leg down his crotch just as slowly, making sure he knew how powerful and seductive her legs were.

"I suppose you didn't mind that either,” laughed Suzy. "No, not one bit" replied an extremely horny Chris. "Well since you don't mind then I'll make you a deal," said Suzy. "If you could pass my test, I'll let you pleasure me all night". Chris' looked curious, and answered, "How hard is the test?" Suzy laughed as she thought about what she was going to do to him. "Well here's the deal. If you could survive me attacking you without passing out, then you get to pleasure me all night. Plus, I'll even consider returning the favor," said Suzy matter-of-factly.

"Sounds like a fair deal to me," said Chris, "but how much damage were you planning on inflicting" asked Chris as he finally was able to straighten his body up without pain. "Oh I don't know, how bout this much damage," said Suzy as she swung her foot forward and kicked him square in the nuts. Chris' body fell back against the wall but he kept his balance. Before his hands could fully protect his balls, Suzy grabbed his arms and thrust 2 quick knees into his balls. Suzy held his arms out as Chris cried out in pain. Remarkably though he had stayed standing against the well. "Tough one, aren't we" said Suzy coyly. With that she backed up and unleashed a solid kick to his balls again, which sent him to the floor as soon as she released his arms. He fell face first against her feet, and Suzy took that opportunity to step on his head and press it uncomfortably against the floor. She let his head go and told him to turn over. Chris did as he was told. Tears were streaming from his eyes, but he was still conscious. His balls ached like never before, and he had been subject to some brutal kicks throughout his life.

Suzy walked around his body and stood between his legs. She raised her heel up and smashed it into his battered balls. Chris' body trembled in pain as she kept her heel buried in his crotch. Suzy thought for sure he would pass out. However he had somehow once again kept his consciousness. "Damn Chris, you're the first person who hasn't passed out by now. Congratulations" said Suzy sarcastically. Chris moaned what resembled a thank you. "Well I guessed you passed the test," said Suzy. "I hope you recover enough for the rest of the night". With that Suzy brushed her shoe lightly against his crotch. Somehow he had maintained his erection throughout her attack. Suzy knew she had a winner here. She helped Chris to his feet and allowed him to catch his breath. She grabbed him close and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Chris struggled to walk, but was able to limp with Suzy to their next destination, her apartment.

To be continued.

Ex-Girlfriend Revenge

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Birthday Revenge

By speedycj

Danielle was pissed at Jim. He had ruined her and his joint birthday party. Ok, maybe Jim’s friends ruined the party but Danielle plotted to get even with Jim. She wasn’t sure how but made a mental note to do something.

Late one evening both Danielle and Jim were Instant Messaging each other late at work. Danielle asked Jim what he was doing that night. Jim had no plans and was just going to go home. Danielle asked if Jim would like to grab a drink. After discussing it a bit, Jim agreed and they picked a place to go. After finally deciding Danielle went to go fix herself up. She was wearing a low cut purple top with a black skirt and black stockings. She complemented the look with calf length black heeled boots. She was 5’6” normally but her three-inch boots made her 5’9” and very intimidating. Jim, who stood at an even 6 foot with an average build, was wearing a black dress shirt with gray pants.

They met at a bar and had a few drinks. They spoke about everything, from sports to jobs to personal things. After about an hour and nearly six drinks later, they decided to do a few shots before venturing elsewhere. After four shots they both stumbled out of the bar. Danielle told Jim she left a bag at work and needed to get it before she went home. Jim accompanied Danielle to get her bag.

While in Danielle’s office, she told Jim she had a birthday present for her.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Jim replied.

“I feel bad I ruined your birthday,” said Danielle sadly.

“Ok, fine… but I don’t have anything for you,” replied Jim.

“No, it’s ok,” replied Danielle. “Because you are part of your gift.” Jim was confused.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m giving you birthday punches for your birthday,” laughed a drunk Danielle.

“No you’re not,” replied Jim sternly.

“Ok, then I’m giving you birthday slaps,” said Danielle as she quickly slapped him on the arm.

“Birthday slaps?” said Jim as he slightly slurred his words.

“Yes, birthday slaps.”

“No, don’t think so,” replied Jim.

“Why? Afraid I’m gonna hurt you?” laughed Danielle.

“No, but that’s retarded,” laughed Jim.

“Ok,” said Danielle. “I have one more idea.”

“This should be good,” replied Jim sarcastically.

“You tell me what I’m thinking of giving you now and if you get it right, you get whatever you want from me for your birthday. But if you get it wrong, I get to give you what I’m thinking of,” explained Danielle.

“You want me to guess what you’re going to give me… Hmm, I wonder if it’s physical harm,” said Jim sarcastically.

“Oh, its physical,” said Danielle as she slowly inched her way towards Jim sexually. She placed a finger on his chest and slowly kissed him on the side of his cheek. Her hand ran up the side of his leg and she grabbed his ass.

“Well, what do you think it is?” whispered Danielle seductively into Jim’ ear. Jim was shocked by her sudden display of affection and took a deep breath. Danielle’s hand ran from his ass to his crotch. She placed her lips near his.

“Well?” said Danielle.

“Umm…” stuttered Jim. “Birthday kisses?” Danielle smiled and quickly kissed him on the lips.

“NOPE!” she exclaimed in delight.

“What?” replied Jim.

“WRONG!” yelled Danielle as she hopped up and down.

“Ok, ok… so what is it?” said a puzzled Jim.

“Birthday kicks!” said Danielle.

“Birthday kicks?” replied a confused Jim.

“Yep… and how many do I get? 24 plus one for good luck!”

“I have never heard of birthday kicks,” said Jim.

“Oh, it won’t hurt,” said Danielle.

“Where were you planning to kick me?” asked a concerned Jim as Danielle stretched her legs.

“Wherever I want!”

“Um, can’t we discuss this Danielle?” said Jim. “I’d rather not have a drunk girl kick me wherever she wants.”

“A deal is a deal Jim,” said Danielle. “Plus, you’re drunk too, so it won’t hurt as bad.” Danielle reached into her drawer and pulled out a bottle of vodka. “Guzzle this to help alleviate the pain,” laughed Danielle.

“I thought you said it wasn’t going to hurt,” said a concerned Jim. Danielle reached into her drawer again. She told Jim to close his eyes. Jim objected but didn’t know what Danielle was up to now. While he shut his eyes to appease her, Danielle quickly grabbed his hands and handcuffed him behind his back. Jim tried to get out of them but his struggles were useless.

“Now, where’s the vodka, I need a drink,” said Danielle as she sipped from the bottle while Jim stood helpless, handcuffed in front of her.

“Ready?” said a happy Danielle.

“Let’s get this over with,” mumbled Jim. She kicked him lightly in the shin.

“That’s one.” She kicked him lightly in his other shin. She kicked him lightly in his ass. She followed with weak kicks to his thighs, knee and ass again. After ten kicks she stopped.

“See, not so bad, is it?” said Danielle.

“What about that statement worries me?” asked Jim. Danielle stared into his eyes and it was at that point Jim realized she was going to do him harm.

“After all that shit your friends put me through,” said a suddenly angry Danielle. “ I cried all night. My night was ruined. The least I can do is take it out on you.” With that she reared back and kicked him hard in the shin. Jim let out a grunt. She kicked him twice hard in his other shin as Jim stumbled back a step. Danielle let out a kick to his chest that backed him to the wall.

“This one is gonna hurt Jim. Take a swig of vodka first,” said Danielle as she poured vodka down his throat. She stepped back, looked Jim in the eyes, stepped forward and unleashed a hard kick to his balls with the toe of her boots. Jim’s knees gave way as he slid down to the floor. Danielle stood over Jim as tears welled in his eyes. His hands were bound, so he couldn’t even cover himself up.

“Ten more to go Jim… Did Danielle hurt you?” mocked Danielle. She picked him up and stood him against the wall. She stepped back and this time kicked him even harder. Jim doubled over in pain as Danielle slightly missed his balls with her kick.

“Don’t you know that hits get harder the higher the number gets silly?” laughed Danielle. “Come on you wimp, nine more to go.” She stood him up again and slid her body against his. She got real close to his face as her lips came extra close to his. She placed her arms around his waist and, just as she was going to kiss him, she pulled him forward and slammed her knee into his balls. Before Jim could react she had kneed him three more times before letting him drop helplessly to the floor.

“Men, such gullible losers,” sighed Danielle as Jim squirmed in pain on the floor. She rolled him on his back and placed his arms over his head. She straddled his body and placed her foot on his chest. She slowly placed her other foot on his chest and was now standing on him.

“If I fall, I’m gonna really hurt you,” warned Danielle. She walked to his stomach and then back to his chest. She placed one foot over his face and stepped down slightly. Danielle laughed as she finally stepped off of his body. She walked over to his legs and placed her foot on his crotch.

“This is so much fun,” said Danielle. “This is like the best birthday present ever!” She then raised her foot up and slammed the heel of her boot onto his balls. Before Jim could roll over in pain she jammed her heel twice more into his crotch. Tears streamed down Jim’s face as he struggled to hide the pain.

“Wow” said Danielle. “Not much whimpering from you. Most guys would have passed out by now from the pain.” Jim was in too much pain to open his mouth. She helped him to his feet and said, “I’m sorry… just two more hits and its over.” Jim bit his lip so he wouldn’t scream. Danielle softly caressed his cheek and ran her hands down his chest. She lightly grabbed his crotch and started to massage it. After a few seconds Jim started to get hard.

“At least they still work,” laughed Danielle. “Let me make sure they’re not too swollen.” Danielle bent down and undid his belt. She slowly dropped his pants to the floor. She pulled his boxers forward and saw his balls were swollen and bruised.

“Not too bad…” she said aloud, as if she was a concerned nurse. She fondled his balls slowly with her fingers and slowly stroked him to an erection. She started to kiss him on the cheek and then finally on the lips. Jim couldn’t believe what she was doing. After a few seconds she pulled back her hand and punched him hard in the balls. Danielle kept her lips pressed against his as she squeezed his balls roughly in her hands. Jim couldn’t breathe as his knees started to give way. Danielle released her lips and twisted his balls. The pain was unbearable as he was about to pass out. Danielle finally released his balls. Jim let out a scream but Danielle slapped him across the face and covered his mouth with her hand.

“Shh…” said Danielle. “If someone finds us, I’ll break your balls for good.” Jim nodded his head and took a deep breath. Danielle released her hand from his mouth.

“Now, time for your birthday present,” said Danielle. Jim had no strength to even question her. Danielle slowly dropped down to her knees and stroked his penis back to erection. She engulfed his penis with her lips and started to suck it gently. She lightly massaged his tender balls and within a few minutes, his body started to quiver in pleasure. She released her mouth and quickly laid Jim down on the floor. She stood above him and pushed his erection down to the floor with her boot. She pressed down firmly and pumped her foot up and down as Jim’ body quivered in ecstasy. Within seconds he was cumming explosively on the floor. After about ten seconds he finally had stopped. Danielle removed her foot as Jim lay helplessly on the ground. Danielle stepped back and kicked him hard in the balls causing Jim’ body to jolt in pain.

“25!” said Danielle as she watched Jim squirm in pain. She wiped her boot in his cum, walked over to Jim and smeared his cum over his face with her boot. After a few more seconds of cruel torture she helped him to his feet.

She grabbed him by the balls and said, “If you ever tell anyone about this, ever, I’ll break both of your balls… got it?” She gave his balls a convincing twist as Jim nodded his head in agreement. She finally released her handcuffs and Jim quickly grabbed his crotch and fell down to his knees in pain.

“Oh, and from now on, you will refer to me as Mistress Danielle,” laughed Danielle wickedly as she grabbed her bags and headed towards the door with Jim struggling to his feet behind her.

Busted by Mom

by snowdevil

Hey everybody! Thanks for the responses. Anyway, here's the story like I promised you.

It was March of my sixth grade year. At the time I was twelve and my brother was fourteen. Since we were both in the early adolescent stage of our lives, we were both pretty antsy and were always at each other's throats. Naturally, the slightest altercation had the potential to turn into a vicious fight. Even though he was two years older, I was always bigger and stronger than him so I generally had the upper hand whenever we would tangle.

One day after school we were both in the kitchen making sandwiches. He needed to get a butter knife from a drawer that I was standing in front of. Rather than ask me to move, he pushed me out of the way. I responded by slamming the drawer shut with his hand still inside. Then he got mad and advanced on me, at which time I hauled off and punched him in the face. Stunned by the blow, he fell backward and I used the opportunity to tackle him and pin him to the floor. I continued my assault, alternating between punching his face and slamming his head into the stone tile floor.

My mother had been in the next room when this all started and upon hearing the commotion, she rushed into the kitchen. At this time my brother's face was really red and there was blood coming of his left nostril and the left corner of his mouth (I'm a righty). She screamed at me to get off my brother, but I didn't pay any attention and continued pasting him. Then she tried to grab me and pull me off of him, but I just pushed her away and continued to wail on him. My mother is a very small women, about 4'11” and 95 pounds and, because my brother and I were both developing rapidly, she was no longer able to control us physically. For the most part we were obedient children but at the time I was so enraged that I wouldn't listen to anything.

Since my father wasn't home to pull us apart the way he normally would, my mother became frantic as my brother got more and more beat up. The way that I was positioned over my brother was that I had my feet planted on either side of his waist and was crouched over him as I pummeled away. That put me in perfect position for a testicle shot. Fearing for my brother's welfare, and not knowing what else to do, my mom ran up behind me and booted me right in the balls with her running sneakers. It was a direct hit; she came under them and up and nailed me right in the center of the sack with the hard rubber tip of her shoe. I don't know if she meant to do it that hard or if that was from the adrenaline rush she had to have been feeling, but she kicked me so hard it felt like my balls had been booted up into my throat!

I let out a high-pitched scream and rolled off my brother, crumpling beside him into a little ball on the floor. My balls were absolutely on fire and my eyes welled up with tears. My mother helped my brother up off the floor. He didn't know what had just happened because he was too dazed from the beating he'd just received. Then my mother took my brother out of the room, leaving me on the floor, moaning and clutching my aching nuts.

After about ten minutes I was able to get up and go to my room. My mom never came back to check up on me. I think she felt mortified with the whole situation and wanted to pretend like it never happened, which is pretty much what I wanted to do as well. My balls were bruised and swollen and I continued to experience pain for the next week, but after I was fine.

We've never spoken about it and I'm quite confident that no one but the two of us even knows that it ever took place. I'm sure that if I brought it up to her now she'd vehemently deny that she ever did that. Not that I would want to even mention it. Like the rest of you, I do enjoy a good kick in the nuts but I certainly didn't get off on this experience.

The summer before, my little sister kicked me in the nuts (the first of several that she would dole out to me) and I have to admit that I did get a rush from it but it getting from your mother just feels really weird and awkward. Things like that just aren't supposed to happen, you know? I can't really describe the feeling to you guys; all I can say is that if you imagine how that would make you feel that's about how I felt.

So that's my story. I'm not into being busted by my mom, but it's something that did happen to me and it's not the kind of story you hear very often so I thought that I'd share it with the community. Thanks for listening!

The Stepmother

By sag

Linda was an 18-year-old girl who lived with her stepmother since she was a little girl. She was always encouraged by her stepmother to participate in sports and better herself every day for one thing: To play with men and beat them. She was doing a great job so far. The secret was learnt from Lila. Go for the testicles, they are so soft and vulnerable, taught Lila to her stepdaughter when she was only 11.

She liked to wrestle with boys in her age and beat them up in that particular way. Even if she didn’t need to grab the balls she would grab them and yank so hard that the poor boy would become unconscious and hit the ground. She always picked the right moment to do that, whenever she was real close to her opponent. In that way no one actually saw it and the poor boy was too ashamed to mention it after the match.

One day, some boys whose balls were busted by her gathered and decided to teach her a lesson. They surprised her in a dark alley after the school. There were four of them and Linda was with her friend Kathy. One of the boys said that he was going to beat them up and rape both of them. The girls tried to escape but the boys caught them.

Suddenly Linda said, “Now Kathy, like my mom and I taught you.” Both girls went down, rotated their bodies and freed themselves from the boys’ grips. They were on the ground now so they raised their little fists and smashed both guys’ testicles against their bodies. It sounded very bad, like something popping inside. They shouted in pain. Their hands went to their groin in pain and both fell down.

“Two down, two to go,” said Linda. The girls were wearing the dress code of their high school, mini-skirts and pantyhose. The two other boys covered their balls with one hand and tried to fight with the other, but it was no use. Linda grabbed his hand and punched him several times in the face. He held his bleeding nose and both his hands were covering his face. Suddenly, Linda jumped into the air with one leg and brought the other up, kicking him directly in the balls with her pointy shoe. She held her foot there for a moment. He let out a scream like a girl, holding his nuts and jumping up and down.

She punched him in the face again and sat down on his face when he hit the ground. He was still holding his aching balls from the fight with Linda. Soon his breath went short so he tried to use his hands to remove Linda’s ass from his face. She was wearing pantyhose and there was no way for him to breathe through. As soon as his hands went toward her ass, she made him cry with a karate chop on his balls and grabbed them, squeezing hard and pulling them up.

“Hey Kathy, are you done back there?” said Linda. Kathy was successfully removing the other boy’s hand from his groin and was pulling and twisting his testicles with her soft silky hands. He went down screaming in pain and she followed him down. Finally, she let go when he was unconscious.

“Ok, I am done,” said Kathy.

“ Me too,” replied Linda. Two guys were unconscious and the two others were crying in pain holding their damaged balls in their hands. On the way out of the alley, the girls kicked them in the balls again when they were down. Now all of them were unconscious.

“Girls four, guys minus eight,” said Linda.

“Yeah, it was like the Hollywood movies where women bust bad guys’ balls. I want to do it again,” said Kathy. The girls called the police and they came and picked up all the boys. The guys’ testicles were all red and swollen, but there was no permanent damage a female doctor informed the girls.

She told the guys, “No sex for you guys for a long time. And girls, you did them pretty good. You’ll have to teach me that some day. I have some business with my boyfriend to finish with.” The cops brought the girls to the office for a full report. Linda asked if they could have a lady cop question them and the police accepted. The lady cop’s name was Tiffany, Linda’s neighbor.

“Hi sweetie. I have seen your work on those poor boys and your mom should be proud. Now let’s finish the formalities and get you out of here. I bet you have a lot to tell your mom.”

“Oh yes I do. You should have seen their faces when I smashed their manhood against their bodies.”

“Oh, don’t skip on the details. Just this, did they plan on raping you?”

Linda thought about it for a second and said, “No, they were just upset, because they were beaten up by me before and wanted to get revenge.” Linda knew if she told the police they were planning on raping them they’d lock them up and she would never have the chance to kick them between the legs again.

She told Tiff the whole story and Kathy helped her on the details. Tiff was wet under her tight jeans and pantyhose. Her hand went down her thigh for a moment but then quickly back on the table. The police let the girls go home and Linda couldn’t wait to tell the whole story to Lila. Lila was thrilled when she heard about the fight.

“Ok, honey. Now that you had your first serious fight with the boys, it is time to tell you my first ball busting night,” said Lila. “I was 19 and I lived with my mom. She was a self-defense teacher for women. Considering the time she was in, women didn’t take self-defense seriously and thought beating up a man was impossible. Feminist groups were supporting my mom and they brought women to self-defense classes. My mom and her colleagues trained me. We had a lot of practice. Those days, lots of men came there to stop us from what we were doing. Guess what happened to them when they wouldn’t leave peacefully?”

“Once, three punks entered our gym and one of them grabbed me and rubbed his erect penis against my ass. I was wearing tights and leotards so I was safe from being raped. I sat down and threw my punch as hard as I could, smashing his testicles against his body. I bet he was never hit in the balls. He held his balls in pain and cried like a girl and sank down to the ground. My mom and two other students attacked the two others. My mom kicked him in the balls so hard that he threw up. The two other girls grabbed the other guy’s hands and pulled his arms wide open then with their feet dragged his legs apart and kicked him hard in the balls from behind.”

“Another time was when you were five and I wanted to give you a ride to the playground. Suddenly a big ugly bum blocked my way to the car and wanted to get my purse. I told him to go away or else. He said, ‘What are you gonna do? Slap me in the face?’ I was wearing a skirt with pantyhose and high heels. I ran toward him, grabbing the ends of my skirt and pulling it up to my waist so that my leg could move freely. He was dazzled to see my legs and ass in pantyhose. I brought my foot up and kicked him hard in the balls. He jumped up in pain, screaming. Then I called the cops. A lady cop was in the area. Guess who? Yes. Tiff our neighbor. She called the station and said that everything was under control and there was a mistake. Then she explained to me that this guy lived across the street and he had bothered several women who were without husbands in the area for the past month. A women’s resistance group wanted to teach him a lesson. Tiff dragged him to the car and I sat in the back with him. He recovered from my kick and attacked me again. He grabbed my thigh in pantyhose. Suddenly it felt good, but I wouldn’t let a jerk have his way with me. Tiff was watching us in her mirror.”

“Okay Lila, you know what to do,” said Tiff.

“All right buster. You like grabbing things. I like grabbing things too,” I told him and grabbed his testicles, squeezed and yanked. He couldn’t believe that I used my silky soft hands to teach him a lesson. I guess he thought I could only kick. I squeezed even more. His eyes were about to explode, like his balls. They were big so I used both hands to make him faint. We reached the women’s resistance headquarters, which was out of town. They held the guy there and gave him the same treatment that I did. That was when your grandma and I joined. Now tonight at your 18th birthday we are going there.”

Lila asked her to dress formally. Finally, at exactly 8 o’clock they arrived at a house outside town. It looked kind of scary. There were very high walls and several security cameras on them. There were no windows without a thick cover on them. It was like everybody went away for the holidays. They entered the hall. There were several women, young and middle aged, standing there with several other young girls. All were dressed formally in pantyhose and mini-skirts. They all welcomed Linda and Lila. Linda noticed a flag that had a sign of a man being kicked in the balls by a muscular woman. She smiled. Finally, she was among the women who enjoy beating up men.

The party began like any other birthday. They drank champagne and ate cake. Men in tights and pantyhose were serving all the goods. Their penises and testicles were showing. Once in a while girls couldn’t control themselves and kicked them in the nuts. Their targets were showing very good and they couldn’t resist it. Linda and Lila got in a few good shots and made them cry. There was a fat lady who wore stirrup tights and pantyhose. She grabbed both legs of one of the unfortunate men and set him on his back on the ground. Then she targeted and landed on his testicles with her knee. He lost consciousness. All the women cheered. They had a great time.

Finally, it was 2 am and everybody was about to leave. On their way out Lila said, “Honey, did you have a great time?”

“Yeah, mom. It was fantastic. Now I know my place in the man’s world. Standing on their nuts. But there is a guy in our school. He is so cute. He gets better grades than me and is better in sports too. I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I like him and want to be with him. What should I choose mom? His love or his balls?”

“I say both. You can have him around and have his balls. He would still come back to you. I can help you in that matter. Just have him over a couple of times,” said Lila.

To be continued.

Sag.

Teaching the Teacher (part 1)

By rocketeer

It was Joe's first job. He was 24, fresh out of college and new to the teaching field. He had short hair, wore contacts and was now the new History teacher for 11th and 12th graders in the high school. What Joe lacked in experience, he compensated for with ambition. It was late in August, a week before Labor Day and classes had just begun. Being the first week of school, Joe was a little nervous. Just five years earlier he had been a high school student. Back then he was athletic, lettering in field and football. He was also academically inclined but didn't get involved with many girls. Throughout college, his athletic physique disappeared, replaced by more average features.

Joe had every intention of being the best possible teacher. On the first day, he encouraged students to have open lines of communication and he divulged his e-mail address as well as his home phone number to the students, so they could contact him whenever they had a question or needed help. Joe lived in a nice suburb. He rented a house and didn't have to share with any other renters. The neighborhood was quiet. There were a few students of his that lived in the neighborhood, but he rarely saw them out of the classroom as he often stayed late at school and kept to himself at home. Most students liked him as a teacher. He was fair and at the very least tried to keep interest. While Joe was teaching, his mind would often drift as he looked at his students. In his mind, Joe was evaluating the female students, noticing how often they wore short skirts, tight shirts and blouses, etc. This was not a conscious thing but Joe had no girlfriend, although he did occasionally date.

One day after school had let out, one of his students came seeking some help. She was Teya, an athletic looking student. She was one of those students who, although wasn't in any sports, looked as if she spent some time in the gym. She wore a black skirt separated from platform sandals by two smooth, long legs. Up top she covered her moderate cleavage with a bra under a petite top. She expressed concern to Joe about her first test grade, which was less than favorable. She asked if he would be available to help her study. He suggested she talk to the tutor but she dismissed the idea because she wasn't available during the tutor's hours. Knowing that she lived just a short distance from the teacher, Teya asked if she could come to his house later that night. Although Joe felt a slight sinking feeling about the situation he was always open and thought it would be ok. He agreed. The night that she requested was a Friday.

Joe had gathered some material to go over and was expecting her when the doorbell rang around 6:30. Teya was wearing the same outfit as earlier and Joe had lost his shirt in favor of a favorite tee, but was still adorning the khakis he had worn to class. Joe asked Teya in and offered her a seat. Joe's living room was far from luxurious but it did have the comforts of a couch and a few old chairs. Joe sat on a chair and Teya chose the couch. Joe noticed how Teya's golden hair was no longer up as it had been earlier, but was let loose. Joe asked Teya what she thought she needed the most help in. Teya gave a long account of how difficult she thought the material was throughout the class.

While she was talking, Joe noticed how Teya had crossed her legs and one foot kept rotating in little circles. Teya had nice feet. Joe noticed how smooth and flawless they were. The nails were painted red and looked like they had been meticulously maintained. He then moved his eyes upward and followed her shapely legs as they disappeared under the short material that made up her skirt. Teya's swinging foot gently grazed Joe’s leg, which was closest to her. This awoke him from his fixation, but already Joe felt a little movement between his spread legs.

Teya continued talking, but then upon noticing a bulge in Joe's pants expressed disgust saying, "Eww, what the hell is that? I'm trying to get help and you’re thinking about sex!" She jumped up. "What is the principal gonna think about that?" Joe gulped. A student, at his house on a Friday night, reporting him, a new teacher, having problems controlling himself. That wouldn't be good.

"I'm sorry," Joe stammered, as he jumped up as well. "I couldn't help it! Please, don't tell!"

Teya thought for a minute, then calmed a bit. "Why not?” she said.

"Please, I'm new and on probation. I'll...I'll..."Joe tried to propose.

"I'll tell you what," Teya said, realizing the power of her position. "I'll forget the event… but as punishment for... that (she pointed to his crotch) you'll have to do what I say." Joe assumed her to be reasonable and didn't give any thought to his ‘yes’ reply. Then Teya ordered him to remove his pants. This sent up a red flag in Joe’s mind.

"What? Remove my pants?"

Teya replied, "Yes. I want to see exactly what you couldn't help." Joe reluctantly undid his belt and then let his slacks drop to the floor. Then he looked down. The penis that had originally been at full mast was now limp behind its white cover. "Drop them!" barked Teya. Joe took his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his hanging genitals. He felt really naked and wondered why he didn't protest. Why had he succumbed to this 11th grade girl?

"Spread your legs," she told him. He complied and moved his legs to just over shoulder length apart. "Put your hands on your waist," she ordered. He did. She reached her hand out and he felt the touch of her hand on his penis, gently stroking it. The once limp member was now receiving increased blood flow and was steadily growing. When it was sticking straight out, she stepped back then, in a quick instant, brought her white sandal up to his balls, crushing them between her foot and his pelvic bone. Joe felt a sharp pain cut throughout him and reside in his stomach and groin. He fell to the floor.

Teya then used Joe's belt to secure his hands behind him so he was no longer able to clench his throbbing balls.

"What's a matter teacher? Do you have a little pain in the ballsie-wallsies?" Teya asked. Then, to Joe's surprise, she slid off her panties and shoved them in his mouth, which was open in disbelief and pain. Then she took her foot and ground it into his swelling nuts, twisting as she applied force. Joe couldn't believe that feet that beautiful could hurt so much.

Teya then backed off, went to Joe's refrigerator and brought back a beer, which she promptly opened and began consuming. By this time Joe had calmed down, although his groin was still throbbing. Teya told him to get up and helped by grabbing one of his bound arms and pulling him up. She then set down her beer and grabbed a hold of his balls, which made him cringe. They were already noticeably swelled from the trauma they had received. She took a ball in each hand, squeezing and rolling them. They both were still intact, which meant she could have much more fun. Maybe she could have fun with history yet...