Chores part 2

by Hardie

A ballbusting story

This story contains explicit sexual material and should only be read by adults.

It was two days since the brothers, Greg and Paul, had been beaten into submission by their young girl cousins, Sandra and Susan.

When the girls' mother came home from work that evening, she was shocked at the state of her nephews' faces and thought they had been fighting each other.

"Ah well," she said, "boys will be boys. You must have had an awful fight by the state of your faces."

As the boys shuffled with embarrassment, Susan told her mum that it was the girls who had caused the damage to the boys' faces. "We had to teach them a lesson," she said, "because they wouldn't help with the dishes."

"I see." The girls' mum smiled to herself, inwardly thrilled that her young daughters had challenged and beaten two older, bigger boys. She had taught them to stick up for themselves from an early age and was proud of the girls' success against stronger males. She decided to let the youngsters sort it out for themselves.

Greg was steaming. He was fed up being bossed about by the younger girls. He was totally humiliated by having to strip naked as soon as the girls' mother went to work so the sisters could grab his balls and cock any time they felt like it.

After the hammering Susan had given him, Greg had been too scared to do anything about it. Now he was trying to rationalize the situation. The only way he'd been beaten by the girl, he reasoned, was because she'd got in first and kicked him in the balls. To Greg this was foul play and he resolved to restore the position of male dominance as soon as he could by attacking the 11year old Sandra. Once she was out of the way, then he and Paul could sort out Susan and make both girls sorry they'd ever picked a fight with a couple of boys.

His chance came when he found himself alone with Sandra, who was making sure he was properly picking up fallen leaves from the lawn. He was still a bit stiff from his fight with Susan, and couldn't move as fluently as he would have liked because of the pain in his balls. His arms were partially disabled by the awful wrenching inflicted by the girl, yet he knew he ought to be able to thrash her 11year old sister, especially if he took her by surprise. Hell, he was five years older, over a foot taller and 50lbs heavier. He had a powerful, muscular body, which made the lithe little girl look frail. He made his move.

Sandra sensed the menace in the previously cowed young male, as he came towards her with a handful of leaves. And when he dropped his load and swung at the girl's head she was already dodging in alarm. Greg's fist missed her head and caught her a glancing blow on the shoulder, sending the girl reeling.

Had Greg been fully fit he could have followed up and finished what he'd started there and then. However, he was stiff and sore, and Sandra had the beautifully balanced body of a talented gymnast. Before the lumbering young man could inflict more damage, the girl was skipping out of reach.

Sandra quickly weighed up the situation as she dodged the clumsy attack of her huge male adversary. She could easily run indoors and fetch Susan, or even call out for her. However, the thought of tangling with the massively muscled Greg was marvelously exciting. She had thoroughly enjoyed beating up Greg's brother, Paul. She wanted to repeat the wonderful melting of her insides which occurred when she was hitting the boy mercilessly with her fists, then making him wank himself off in front of her. Her eyes gleamed at the thought of doing the same to the much larger Greg. He would really be a conquest for an eleven-year-old girl! She decided to fight him.

Greg cursed himself for missing the opportunity of landing a killer punch on the girl, but was relieved that she hadn't called for her sister. No matter how injured he was, he MUST be able to beat an eleven-year-old slip of a girl in a fight. One solid punch would flatten her!

The problem was, as Greg found out, landing the punch! The ligaments in both of his powerfully muscled shoulders were badly torn where Susan had wrenched his arms up behind his back, and his gait was less than threatening as he tried to keep his still tender balls from brushing against the insides of his massive thighs. Every move he made was easily avoided by the supple girl.

Sandra, looking extremely fragile in her short, cotton, summer dress, which only just reached the top of the tanned curves of her developing, young thighs, and which bulged only slightly under the pressure of recently formed, ripening breasts. Her feet, clad in calf length white socks and white sneakers, twinkled as she danced away from each attack, pony tail flying, dress whirling to reveal the crotch of her white briefs as she spun out of reach.

Greg was beginning to labor. The girl was letting him get close, then making him miss with everything he threw at her. She could see the frustration in his eyes as the nubile young girl and the solidly muscled boy silently maneuvered for supremacy. As he gradually slowed up, Sandra deecided it was time to attack.

At first the girl simply countered the boy's swings with crisp little punches as far up his body as she could comfortably reach, largely ineffective on the powerful torso of the male fighter, but causing him to automatically try to block her blows with his arms. Then, ducking under yet another ponderous male punch, she feinted to his face, and drove her tiny fist with all her might under the boy's guard into his bobbing balls.

Greg's mouth flew open as he howled his agony. His hands shot down to grasp his tortured testicles and his mighty body slouched automatically into a cataleptic crouch.

Having brought the boy down to what she considered to be a manageable height, the dainty little tomboy swung her smoothly tanned leg in a wide arc and smashed her foot into the young man's exposed throat. As his hands went to protect the new source of pain, the girl gleefully swung her leg once more and drove her tiny instep into the boy's groin, smashing his cock and balls with devastating effect.

Howling in agony, the boy collapsed to his knees, head hanging, clutching his balls, senses swimming as waves of pain surged like an incoming tide through his nerves to his brain. He hardly knew what was happening as the girl reached between his legs and pulled his right hand from his balls by bending back his little finger until he was forced to let go.

Continuing the pressure, the girl pulled his heavily muscled arm round behind his back. Transferring her grip to his wrist and needing both her hands to maneuver his mighty limb, she twisted his arm upwards until it was pointing straight back and level with his shoulder. Then she placed her foot between the boy's shoulder blades and pulled with all her strength.

The pain in his shoulder somehow helped Greg to clear his brain. He was once more suffering defeat at the hands of a frail little female. He had to do something, and he made a courageous effort to escape from the girl's painful hold. Instead of trying to pull against her, he pushed all the pain he was suffering to the back of his mind and desperately twisted his huge torso towards his antagonist, forcing his arm to swing from his damaged shoulder at the same time.

With a cry of surprise, Sandra was sent sprawling across the lawn as the powerful boy broke her hold. She was on her feet in a flash, scrambling backwards to take up a fighting crouch, a determined look on her pretty young face, ready to defend herself. But she needn't have worried. Greg was in no condition to follow up his success. He was painfully climbing to his feet, clutching his aching balls with one hand, the other held out to ward off any attack from the girl.

"Go get him, girl!" Attracted by the screams, Susan had come to watch the fight. Paul, whom she'd brought with her, said nothing. One of the girl's slender arms was slanted across the boy's stomach, her hand disappearing into his crotch where she cupped his balls with her silky fingers, holding him helpless in her grasp.

Paul could not believe that his massively powerful big brother was being beaten up by a tiny eleven-year-old girl. It simply wasn't conceivable. True, the girls had beaten the boys a couuple of days before, but Paul was convinced they'd only won by kicking himself and his brother in the balls before the boys had been ready to fight. Surely no mere girl could beat Greg in a fair fight, yet here he was, struggling against the tiny preteen tomboy!

The girl moved in smoothly to meet the boy's tentative advance, a resolute young female fighter determined to destroy her mighty male opponent. She knew she needed to attack his weak spots, and she knew that his balls were the weakest spot of all. If only she could strike his testicles one more time, she was sure she could finish him off! Or maybe his balls weren't his weakest point, maybe, she thought, with the instinctive female knowledge of male psychology; it lay somewhere else, in his ego.

She stopped her advance and stood there, legs apart, hands on hips, a smile on her pretty face as she tossed her head. "How do you like being beaten up by a little girl, man child?" she sneered. "How do you like having your cock being kicked by a girl? How do like your big, dangly balls being.... ah!"

Mad with fury, Greg lashed out with his foot at the taunting young female. This was just what she'd been hoping for. Sinuously swaying inside his kick, the girl coiled her left arm round the boy's right knee and trapped his swinging leg against her slender waist. He was momentarily stranded on one leg, arms flailing wildly to try to keep his balance, his genitals dangling invitingly, totally exposed to attack by the perfectly balanced girl fighter.

With almost lazy grace, the eleven-year-old girl steadied herself against the boy's muscular inner thigh, then brought her knee smoothly upwards into the boy's balls with a devastating surge of power. Even as the howl of awful agony sprang from his lips, the girl, keeping hold of his suspended leg, repeated her deadly strike, driving her knee back into the boy's mangled balls again and then once more before heaving upwards on his captured leg and sending his huge body plunging backwards to collapse into a fetal ball of sobbing male anguish.

Callously, the girl began to kick the defenseless boy's curled body, driving her feet into every exposed part of his frame that she could reach. As his senses swam from the beating she was giving him he sprawled limply on the lawn, offering no resistance to the girl's assault. He scarcely knew what was happening when she went to work on his already damaged arms. Taking each one in turn, the girl twisted the boy's muscle laden limbs up behind his back and wrenched them until he screamed. She used all her strength to lift his right leg up off the ground and push it back towards the boy's chest, then she threw all her weight on it, tearing the hamstring as he drifted into merciful unconsciousness.

Paul was aghast at seeing his big, strong brother being destroyed by the tiny girl. He couldn't believe his eyes as the slender young female moved the boy's flaccid cock to one side so she could stand over the beautifully muscled body of her defeated male victim, arms raised in victory with her foot on his battered balls. He was also aghast to realize that his own cock was less than flaccid and that the spectacle of a girl beating up a larger boy was sexually exciting for him. Susan's fingers closed round his swelling member.

As Greg came round Sandra leant over the whimpering boy's body and hauled his head up by the hair. "Get on your knees, sonny boy," she ordered. Totally subdued, his will broken, the muscular young man fearfully obeyed the orders of the girl who had beaten him. With great difficulty he got into position and knelt before her, trembling with fear, sobs wracking his beautifully sculpted male body as he looked up beseechingly into the girl's wide brown eyes, begging her to stop hurting him.

Sandra was exultant. To have this magnificent male animal on his knees before her begging for mercy was almost too good. She was heady with excitement. She pushed him onto his back with an unceremonious thud and took off her briefs. She lowered her crotch over his face, with her knees behind his shoulders, and facing towards his feet. She stretched her lithe young body upwards, leaning back to open herself to his tongue and ordered him to lick. The sexy young girl child moaned with pleasure as she experienced her first orgasms brought on by a defeated male. Climax after climax exploded in her nubile young body as the boy was forced to service her needs.

Susan's silky hand on his cock and the sight of Sandra queening Greg was too much for Paul. He could not contain himself and came in great heaving gasps. Almost before his sperm hit the ground, Susan spun him round to face her. "I did not give you permission to wank, boy!" she said quietly, then smashed her knee up between the boy's thighs into his still taut balls with ferocious accuracy. Paul collapsed in a heap at the feet, of the dynamic young ballbusting girl.

Sandra was now leaning over Greg's chest, teasing his cock into life until it stretched hungrily towards the slabs of muscle defined on the young man's stomach. Languidly, the girl rose to her feet and strolled into position between the boy's spread legs. "You can now wank yourself off in tribute to the girl who's beaten you." She loved it when he spurted, and made him wank again. Once more she teased the boy's aching cock into an erection and forced him to milk himself dry.

"Good boy," she crooned, "now just open you legs a little bit further so the little girl can see your nice big balls a bit better. That's lovely," she praised as the terrified boy complied. "Now I'm just going to give you one final kick in the balls, unless, of course, you beg for mercy really nicely." She drew back her foot.

Desperately, the boy began to beg for mercy from the chit of a girl who had reduced him to a whimpering wreck. His hands went to cover his threatened balls, but the girl ordered him to let go and spread his arms wide on the lawn. He began to cry as he realized she was going to ignore his pleas, tensing with dreadful anticipation of the punishment to come... And his cock rose. He had no control over it. Despite the hammering it had taken, it surged upwards in an enormous erection.

Sandra watched his cock grow in amazement, then, shrugging philosophically, drew back her shapely young leg and smashed her foot into the boy's tautened balls. Greg screamed, his body jerked off the ground as his muscles spasmed, then he lay still, unconscious, smashed to total defeat by an eleven-year-old girl!

Disdainfully, the petite young girl kicked the beaten boy in the ribs as she and her sister went off into the house for a refreshing drink, leaving the bodies of the once powerful young men sprawled in defeat on the lawn... defeated so comprehensively that they'd never challenge their young girl cousins again.

Bustin' The Flasher

by Hardie

This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only.

Marianne and I dragged ourselves out of the pool onto the grassy bank and sat for a while, catching our breath after our swim and basking in the warmth of the August sunshine. We'd found the pool earlier that summer, and now came to it whenever we could to enjoy the cool water of the river and the privacy of the location. Opposite our resting place was the steep cliff of a canyon wall, while behind us stretched a gloriously green finger of meadow, about ten yards wide, before it disappeared into the woods which concealed the river from the country road a quarter of a mile away. We stripped off our swimming costumes and stretched out on our towels, letting the sun dry off our lithe young bodies as we chatted happily.

It was while we were getting dressed that the flasher appeared! Marianne had just pulled on her navy blue cotton briefs over her sturdy, smoothly muscled thighs and was wriggling into her white crop top, when I spotted him.

"Hey, look!" I said in a hushed voice, hardly believing what I was seeing, "we're being flashed!"

"Where, where?" gasped Marianne as she fitted herself into her top. "Oh my gosh!" The man was at the edge of the woods. He was completely naked and was leaning backwards in profile to us so that we could see his huge, thick cock thrusting outwards and upwards in a massive erection.

We stared in amazement for a moment, then Marianne shouted, "Let's get him!" and charged madly across the grass, giving me no alternative but to run after her. The man's surprise was evident from the expression on his face. He gaped at us as we hurtled towards him, then he tried to move backwards into the shelter of the woods. It was then we noticed he hadn't completely removed his pants. They were still round his ankles. When he tried to move, his feet got caught up. He toppled over and cracked his head on a tree stump.

As the guy lay there half stunned, we stormed into the attack. Marianne dropped on his chest and began smashing her fist into the guy's face, while I stood off a bit and kicked him wherever I could. In no time at all, the man lay still. Marianne stopped punching him and got up. He lay spread-eagled at our feet, moaning, semi-conscious.

Marianne was elated. "Look at the size of him! He's huge. And we beat him!" I suddenly realized that what Marianne said was true. Even lying down the guy looked enormous. He must have been a couple of inches over six feet, well muscled, with powerful shoulders and thighs and a well-defined stomach. And he was at our mercy!

"Quick," said Marianne, "get his shoe laces and we'll tie his hands together." I took the laces out of his trainers. They were quite long and it didn't take us long to turn him over, pull his hairy, muscular arms behind his back and secure his wrists. He was groaning and moving his head by the time we'd finished, and he opened his eyes fully as we turned him onto his back again. He looked confused as he saw a couple of girls standing over him, and then he realized he couldn't move his hands and started blustering about what did we think we were doing, and he'd get us, and that sort of stuff!

"Shut up," said Marianne. "We don't like guys flashing their cocks at us, so just be quiet or I'll kick you in the balls!" The guy could see by the look on Marianne's face that she meant every word, and he shut up!

"Get him up," said Marianne, grasping his hair and pulling. I got hold of him under one shoulder and we got him onto his knees. His once proud cock was now hanging limply between his muscular thighs and flopped around as we made him move. I was fascinated by it, as I'd never seen a naked man before.

"Come on, Mr. Flasher Man," gasped Marianne, transferring her grip to his dangling balls, "get on your feet for the nice little girls."

"Get him against the tree there," ordered Marianne. The guy looked ridiculous as we made him shuffle over to the nearest tree, his feet still entangled in his pants, being pulled by the balls by a determined looking, half naked, young girl. We backed him up against the slender trunk of the tree. I removed the belt from his trousers and put it round his neck, buckling it behind the tree trunk. The guy was pleading with us to let him go, asking what we were going to do to him as I removed his pants from around his ankles.

"We're going to teach you a lesson, Flasher, so shut up or I'll stuff a sock in your mouth," threatened my friend in a commanding voice which brooked no argument.

"We need to spread the sucker's legs," said Marianne. "I know!" She found a stout branch and we lashed one of his ankles to one end using his pants, and lashed the other ankle to the far end of the branch using his shirt. We had ourselves a nice big, helpless, muscular, male victim! It felt really good seeing this big, fully-grown man made helpless by a couple of girls. I was fascinated by the size of the guy's cock as it hung down between his legs. I tentatively took hold of it and joggled it around a bit.

I could feel it throbbing in my hand, then it began to grow as the guy's body jerked and squirmed as I played with him. His ball sac contracted as his cock surged upwards as I massaged it with my fingers. It was really thick, and must have been a good eight inches long, and my rather tiny hand only just fitted round it.

"That's good," said Marianne. "Bring him up.... Now let go!" she ordered. I let go, wondering what she was up to. I was enjoying making the guy's cock grow with my fingers. Marianne positioned herself in front of the guy, her head barely reaching half way up his chest. The man was staring at her fearfully, seeing the aggression in her posture as she stood, legs apart, tiny breasts thrusting over clenched fists.

"First we bring you up, Mr. Flasher, then we bring you down," she said, and, picking her spot, smashed her fist into the guy's dangling balls. The man let out a yell as his body tautened and his head jerked back to bang against the tree trunk. His cock hung limply again as he squirmed in pain. His head dropped onto his chest as he sobbed with the humiliation of being beaten up by a couple of girls.

"Bring him up," said Marianne, motioning me forward, where I got to work with my fingers again. I held his cock with one hand and reached for the man's balls with the other. He was groaning with pain and begged me not to hit him. Instead, I worked away with my little girl hands on his cock and balls, watching his face as I brought back his erection. His moans of pain changed to little `ahhs' of pleasure as I stroked him under his ball sac. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to thrust his cock towards me.

Not waiting for Marianne, I swung my own fist up between the guy's legs, and punched him in the balls. It was a great feeling, as my knuckles squished into his sac, making his mighty male body jerk like it had received an electric shock, as he yelled in agony. I loved it. My whole body thrilled at the control I had over the man. I could make him purr or scream, depending on what I did to his balls. I could feel my insides melting as I watched the guy's body jerk around as he kept grunting with pain from the effect of my blow, the punch of a girl into a man's balls!

"Here, it's my turn," said Marianne, pushing me aside. She began to lace into the guy's stomach, her fists pumping in and out like a pair of pistons. At first, they seemed to just bounce off the ridges of male muscle, but the girl was persistent. Soon her fists were sinking into the man's body, making him groan and gasp as she began to inflict pain with her punches. To our amazement, the guy's cock began to expand again until it soared up out of his mound of pubic hair, rigid as a telegraph pole.

"Hey," panted Marianne. "Look at his hard on! He must like being hit by a girl!" She began to slap his cock back and forward with her hand. She was getting up quite a speed when, suddenly, the man's whole body stiffened. His head went back. His mouth dropped open and his cock erupted! Marianne jumped back in alarm as the male cock jerked and leapt of its own accord, spurting cum in all directions, some of it landing on her leg.

"You pig!" she screeched, and kicked out at the guy, catching him under his quivering cock and sending it slapping into his stomach. His eyes widened in fear as the girl closed with him. "No, please.... aggh.... aggh.... aghh!" he howled as she smashed her fist into his balls again and again in angry retribution. He hung limply as Marianne stepped back. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he hung open mouthed, little farmyard noises emanating from his throat.

Marianne was panting from her exertions, but her eyes bright with excitement. I felt the same. I wanted more. I got to work on his balls again. At first the guy's body jerked around as he begged me not to touch him any more, but I kept my fingers working just behind his sac. It didn't take very long for him to change his tune!

Slowly his cock came up again as my fingers worked their feminine magic on the male body. "Poor man," I crooned. "Did the little girl hurt your balls, then? I'll make it all better for you, then I want to see your nice big cock stand up again for me. Can you do that? Just for me. You did want to show us your nice big cock, didn't you? Well I'm going to make it grow again. There's a good boy."

The guy was rampant! He was still moaning and crying tears, but his cock was thrusting out again into my teasing fingers. This was wonderful. I felt so good. I held the cock loosely in my hand, feeling the thing quivering in my fingers. With my other hand I found a pulse under the guy's ball sac, where I'd been stroking him. It was thumping away. It was like I had a whole male engine in my hands, throbbing and thumping, and I had control over it.

"Hey," said Marianne, "he's enjoying you doing that. We're supposed to be punishing him for flashing us, not helping him get off!"

"Oh, he'll be punished all right, won't you big Flasher?" I reached up and tweaked his nose. He tried to jerk his head to one side, but I got him anyway and waggled his head from side to side. This was fun. "I'm just going to apply a little pressure now!" My fingers closed tightly round his balls as I began to squeeze. I looked up, smiling into the man's tear stained face, watching the fear grow as I hurt him. At first the balls slid off each other and slithered around in their sac. Then, as I tightened my grip, I could feel the balls squashing into each other until I had them trapped in my grasp.

The man was moaning again. I twisted. He yelled. I pulled downwards. His head dropped as sobs wracked his massive frame. All this time his cock stayed up in a huge erection. Although the guy was being tortured, he was still sexually aroused. `Or maybe,' I thought, `it's because he's being tortured by a girl that he's hard as a hammer!'

"You like being punished by a girl, don't you?" I murmured. The guy groaned. "You like having a girl squash your balls and punch your stomach and kick your cock, don't you?" My voice got louder as I jerked his balls. "Answer me!" I demanded.

"Yes," he admitted, his whole frame collapsing into defeat as the word left his lips. "I like it!"

"Wow!" exclaimed Marianne. "We've got ourselves a masochist! Well, Mr. Masochist," she said menacingly, reaching up and holding him by the throat, "you're in luck, because we like hurting you!" She jerked his head back so that it cracked against the tree trunk. She held him there. "If you like pain, you're going to love this! Knee him in the balls, Di!" She moved back.

"Hang on," I said. I'd got as far as putting on my skirt, and didn't want to mess it up. I stepped out of it and stood in front of the guy in my navy blue cotton briefs and white polo shirt. I've got nice legs, smooth and tanned, and strong from lots of swimming. He was taking in the sight of me, standing there with my legs apart, smiling up at him with a predatory look on my face, like a cat watching a mouse. He was gasping for breath, eyes full of a mixture of apprehension and lust. I took hold of the man's bulging biceps to steady myself, took aim and brought my knee up into his balls with crushing force. The guy cried out once, then slumped in his bonds, making keening noises as the pain bit into his brain.

Marianne's face was flushed with excitement. "Come on," she said, "let's untie him. He's not much fun just hanging there. You get his legs and I'll undo his hands." I started to protest. I mean, the guy was huge compared to us girls. But Marianne was already untying his hands. I released his ankles from the branch to which we'd tied them. This was dangerous!

But the guy wasn't going to do anything brave! As soon as he was untied, he sank to his knees, head bent, clutching his balls, thanking us pathetically for letting him go.

Marianne grasped him by the hair and forced his head back. "We haven't let you go, Flash," she said. "We've just untied you so we can have more fun with you. Like this!" And she held him by the hair and began punching the guy in the face. It was weird. The girl made him look at her balled up fist, then rammed it into him. Then she repeated the process until her fist got sore. And this big, powerful man just knelt there and let the girl beat him up. All he did was hold his cock and...

"Hey!" he's jerking off, "I shouted," as I realized what was happening.

"What!?" said Marianne indignantly, furiously shaking the guy by the hair. "Get on your back!" she ordered. She brought her knee up into the man's jaw with a sharp crack, toppling him over.

"Spread your arms and legs!" she ordered the groaning male, kicking him in the ribs to emphasize her command. She stood astride his spread-eagled body, hands on hips, chest heaving, a gleam of excitement in her eyes as she looked down at her naked male victim. "You are a very naughty man," she rebuked. "I am now going to kick you in the balls as punishment for wanking without permission. Keep still!" she barked, as the man began to plead and tried to cover his balls with his hands.

Mercilessly, the girl stepped into the v of his spread thighs. His whole body was tense with expectation and fear. The veins stood out on the side of the guy's neck and his fingers dug into the ground as he waited for the girl to carry our her threat. Cruelly, Marianne smiled down at him, relishing the man's fear, torturing him by postponing the inevitable. I found myself unconsciously rubbing my groin, fully aroused by the sight of the slender girl standing over the magnificent body of a spectacularly muscled, naked, male, totally in control of him, making him tremble with fear as she toyed with his emotions.

Then she struck. Her foot lashed into the man's balls.

I'm sure his whole massive body left the ground as he cried out in agony, then slumped into unconsciousness, his collapsing legs bringing Marianne down in an indignant heap on top of him. Furiously she jumped up and started kicking the guy's body. Then she realized he couldn't feel anything.

"Hell," she looked worried. "Is he dead?" she said.

"No way," I reassured her. "He's breathing OK. He's just right out of it."

Marianne was now totally deflated. "Come on," she said. "Let's get out of here."

I had a better idea.

We tied the flasher's hands again before he came round, and took him with us as we went through the wood. Instead of going straight to our bikes, we made a diversion of about half a mile and once more buckled the guy with his belt to a slender tree trunk right on the edge of the wood. Then I stuck my fingers in my mouth and did my really loud whistling trick.

A couple of Girl Scouts, who were pottering around their camp in the field below the wood, looked up. Marianne was working the guy's cock and balls, bringing him up to another mighty hard on. The girls began shouting something and pointing up at us. A young woman came running from a large tent, followed by another, older woman, followed by a dozen girls. They stared up at us, then began to run across the field towards us.

We left the guy dangling there, his cock thrusting skywards like one of the girls' tent poles, and ran off, laughing with excitement at the devilish audacity of our actions, and disappeared into the woods.

Bruised is the color of my true love's balls!

by Hardie

A macho husband is tamed by his petite wife.

I straddled my husband, looking down at him with affection in my eyes. We had just finished making love on the first night of our honeymoon, and I was very satisfied, and I knew he was!

"This is how it will always be, my darling," I said, gently brushing a curl of hair from my husband's forehead, "me on top, woman dominant, the key to a successful marriage."

He frowned, looking puzzled. His large hands caressed my thighs, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

"You on top, woman dominant, how do you mean? Is this some women's lib thing? Hey, I'm sorry, dear, I need to go to the bathroom." I reluctantly let him go. "Won't be long," he said.

I decided to use the delay to my advantage and got my 'special' package from the drawer. Quickly I pulled on the garments it contained, the navy blue cotton gym briefs and the white tee shirt and socks. This was how the girls were dressed in the scrap book I'd found in his flat - in a box of spanking magazines with pictures of 'naughty schoolgirls', with the pictures of girls wearing PE uniform carefully cut out and pasted into a scrap book. This was my husband's fetish, and I was prepared to play along with it - at a price!

His eyes popped when he saw me, and I swear he had an instant erection. One minute it was flopping around, flaccid. The next minute it was thrusting out in a massive statement of throbbing masculinity. Which is fine, but it needs to be controlled - by a woman!

"Wow!" I said, "you like this, don't you?"

"God, yes! You look..."

"Just sit down a minute, dear," I said gently. "We need to talk about something very important."

"Sure," he shrugged. "But make it quick. I can hardly keep my hands off you!"

"OK," I said. "To cut to the bottom line, every marriage needs a dominant partner, and that's going to be me. I call the tune. You dance!"

"Hey," he said, "you serious?" He started to laugh, nervously. "You're having me on, right?"

I stood up and moved in front of him. I could see the lust in his eyes as I posed there, legs apart, hands on hips, breasts thrusting hard against the fabric of my shirt, giving him the full treatment.

"Deadly serious, my dear," I said. "I'm more intelligent than you. I work harder. I'm a better organizer and, if push comes to shove, a better fighter!"

"What!" he exploded. "No way! No way are you a better fighter. Jeez, what is this? C'mon, let's cut the crap and do some serious fucking!"

"No!" I said, smiling sweetly. "You want me to dress like this. You want fucking, then you either accept my dominant role or you fight me to see who is the dominant partner, otherwise, no more dressing up in navy blue knickers and no more sex for you, my dear."

"Hey," he said, puzzled, yet still eyeing me with lust filled eyes, "you really want this, don't you?"

"I do! Either make me submit to you, or you submit to me. What's it to be?"

"OK, if that's the way you want it, then I'll just have to make you submit to me!"

"That's the way I want it. No holds barred. Submission by one of us to end the fight, OK?"

"OK."

"Right," I said, "let's go! C'mon big boy. See if you can beat a woman!" I slapped him across the face, hard, as I jumped up from the bed. "Come and fight!"

...............

I'd set the scene just as my mother told me to. In our household she was the dominant person, my father the submissive. She told me how she'd been a mousy little girl at first, and how my father, seven years older than she was, had refused to accept the responsibilities of marriage, going out 'with the boys' till all hours and never lifting a finger around the house. It became so bad that mum had decided to do something about it. She'd taken courses in aerobics to become really fit and in unarmed combat to learn how to fight.

When she was ready, she'd confronted her errant husband. At five foot three and a hundred and fifteen pounds, she didn't appear to offer much of a challenge, and the six foot, two hundred and forty pound man was very confident he'd soon have his flighty young wife begging for mercy and eager to resume her wifely duties as he interpreted them!

"OK, he was a lot bigger than me," said mum, "and I felt very nervous the first time we squared up to each other. We were both naked and I couldn't take my eyes off his massively muscled shoulders. I had to force myself to focus on the signs of flab around your dad's stomach. Too much drinking and smoking and late nights had made him less than fully fit and he was very slow. I had to take advantage of that, and I did.

At first he treated the whole thing as a bit of a joke. All he wanted to do was lock me in his bear like arms and stop me fighting. But I just kept darting in, hitting him and darting out again. And I soon realized he was too sluggish to stop me.

He began to get angry too late. My little fists had drained quite a lot out of him before he realized he was rapidly losing this battle, and he tried to punch me. Huge haymaker swings; if one had caught me, that would have been that, but I was too quick. It soon became an endurance test. Your dad was trying to pin me down so he could grab me or hit me, and I was hitting him and moving away."

He tired very quickly. His great arms, weighed down with muscle began to droop until he could hardly swing them. I was hitting him at will, smacking my fists into his flabby stomach, punching his face when I doubled him over. I couldn't believe the amount of punishment he took. He was so tough. Or else it was male ego, I suppose. He just didn't want to give in to a woman. Any way, it took me ages to break him.

Of course he had to 'give' in the end. I had him pinned against the wall. His arms hung down uselessly by his side. He was worn out. I reached up and held him by the throat with one hand and smashed my fist into his battered body. I nearly tired myself out. My arms were becoming sore from hitting him and I was becoming desperate, when at last he succumbed.

His trembling legs simply gave way and he slid down the wall to lie beaten at my feet. I straddled his chest and held his face so that he had to look at me. His eyes were almost closed from the hammering I'd given him, but he could see enough."

'Give in,' I said, cocking my fist and threatening to smash it into his bloodied face. He could see I meant it. There was a look of bewilderment in his eyes as if he could not believe that he, a husky, muscular male had been beaten up by a slip of a girl. His slender eighteen-year-old wife had given him the hammering of his life and was asking him to surrender to her!

I could see the anguish in him as he strove to find the courage to resist me further. Then, as I raised my fist higher and his resolve just crumpled. The beating I'd given him, a beating from a girl, had been too much for him to bear. He started to sob, huge racking sobs, which set his mighty body trembling with despair.

I was elated but, at the same time, I felt a little bit sorry for him. Here he was, my all-powerful husband lying crying at my mercy, his will broken, his masculinity destroyed. I, a slip of a girl had cut down a huge hunk of a man and was about to begin the emasculation process that would make him subservient to me for the rest of his life.

And that's the secret of a successful marriage, my girl - woman dominant, man subjugated!"

.............

And now it was my turn. But I didn't intend to go through the same process as my mother. A new generation, a new approach!

Bob towered over me as he got up. There was a look of bewilderment on his handsome face as he rubbed the spot where I'd hit him. Then, almost apologetically, he tried to grab me.

If anything, we were more of a mismatch than my parents had been. I mean, Bob was one gorgeous hunk of male muscle. Six two and two hundred and ten pounds of beef, with no discernible fat! He had wide, muscular shoulders, a thick neck and a chest like a bull. His stomach was well ribbed and his quads bulged from his powerful thighs. This was no flabby lay about. This was one very fit athletic male animal. This was all man!

I was roughly the same build as my mother, maybe a bit slimmer around the hips from the dancing and gymnastics I'd been doing for the last ten of my eighteen years. And from a very early age my mother had taught me how to fight!

However, I'd no intentions of fighting like my mother. I'd found a much better way of subduing a huge, tough male.

As my husband came towards me, his arms outstretched, his big erect cock thrusting forwards like a knight's lance, I kicked him in the balls! Bob's mouth shot open as a keening cry of agonized disbelief escaped from his lips. He clutched his balls. His knees buckled and he started to go down. Moving swiftly, I grabbed his hair and was able to hold him just long enough to smash my knee into my poor husband's handsome face.

There was the crunch of smashed cartilage. Blood spurted, and he collapsed to the floor, one hand on his balls, the other on his face. My plan was working perfectly. I'd rehearsed this scenario many times before luring my poor, unsuspecting husband to his inevitable fate.

Ruthlessly, but knowing it was for his eventual well being, I kicked him in the head several times, making sure he was dazed, half stunned and disorientated, at my mercy.

I had to disable his massively muscled arms. I found the middle finger on the hand protecting his battered face, and pulled it backwards. It was so easy. If he resisted, he got a broken finger. He didn't resist for long. In no time I had his arm twisted up behind his back, his bulging bicep straining, trying to stop me from crippling his mighty limb.

But he had no chance. He had all the strength, but I had all the leverage. He was dazed and hurt. My mind was crystal clear. I forced the powerful male arm up between his shoulder blades and just kept pushing until something gave. He cried out in agony as his limb was rendered useless by his coldly efficient young wife.

I gave him no time to recover. This was not my husband I was fighting. This was one very dangerous, enormously powerful male animal, which I, a slip of a girl, had set out to overwhelm. And the job was nearly done. His resistance, when I set about disabling his other arm, was almost non-existent.

He lay face down, sobs wracking his magnificent body as the pain from my beating ravaged his brain. I sat astride his thighs, reached under his body with one hand and clutched his balls.

"You'd better submit to me, darling," I crooned, "or I'll really have to hurt you, and you know I don't want to do that unless I have to!" I squeezed his balls. "SUBMIT!" I ordered.

"F... f... fuck you," he sobbed defiantly.

My mother told me about the male ego thing, and how that had to be completely overcome before female domination could take place, so I had expected a certain amount of defiance.

But I hadn't expected what happened next. I mean, I had him by the balls, both his arms were disabled and I'd really hurt my poor husband. Yet somehow he managed to summon enough strength to get up. He used his stomach muscles to lift his torso clear of the floor and he twisted sideways, causing me to lose my grip on his balls and send me sliding to the floor. Bob's mighty body threatening to engulf me as he rolled over to try to crush my feeble, female frame into the ground.

Frantically I rolled away, scurrying out of harm's way until I crashed into the wall, slightly winding myself, losing my bearings, needing time to gather myself together again. Luckily, my Herculean husband gave me the time I needed. Because of his damaged arms he was having difficulty struggling to his feet, and my head cleared.

I went for him, a tiny female torpedo exploding ferociously into the male's battleship of a body. Fists swinging, I laced into him. He tried to kick me, but he was going backwards from the ferocity of my assault, and he didn't connect. Instead, he crashed backwards into the wall, where I pinned him like a captured giant butterfly.

Without even thinking about it, I drove my knee up between my devastated husband's thick thighs and smashed it unerringly into his dangling balls.

He screamed like a girl. He wanted to go down, but I wouldn't let him. My blood lust was up. I held my helpless beloved against the wall and smashed into him. Time and again I asked him to submit, but he stubbornly refused. And I must say I was glad. He was so brave. It felt wonderful for me a slender little girl, to be giving a massive, macho, courageous male fighter such a savage beating.

I loved the feeling of my tiny female fist smacking into his hard, male body, pulping muscle as I mercilessly hit him. When an opening occurred I transferred my attack lower down, beating his balls, callously brushing his useless great arms aside and lacing into him until he eventually slumped into unconsciousness and folded up on the floor at my feet.

Chest heaving, elation flooding my mind, I splayed my husband's gorgeous, mightily muscled limbs so that his legs lay wide apart. Then I stood over him as he came round.

He had a full view of the girl of his wildest fantasies. A girl indulging his fetish. A shapely young girl dressed in the clothes, which hit his libido like a sexual sledgehammer. A young girl who had given him the beating of his life and now wanted to hear his submission.

"You'd better submit now, my darling," I said sympathetically, because I did feel some pity for the mighty man I'd laid low. "I don't want to hurt you any more unless I have to… well… just a little bit more!" And, with calculated vehemence, I once more kicked him in the balls, just to make sure!

His whole massive frame rose from the ground as my foot sent shards of agony into his brain, and he began to cry. I could see all the fighting spirit, all the aggression flood from him as he lay at my feet, crying like a baby, beaten by a girl.

Yet he couldn't take his eyes off me. He lay there at my feet, crying with pain and humiliation, and his cock rose into a throbbing tower of uncontrollable erection. Here was his fantasy come true. A girl in navy blue knickers and white top standing victoriously over his broken, naked male body!

"Do you submit?" I asked gently, knowing I'd broken this wonderful, powerful, hunk of male magnificence to my female will.

"I s… s… submit," he said, tears flooding from his eyes, his will power flooding from his muscle laden body. His emasculation had begun!

I stood over my poor defeated husband and raised my arms in triumph. I had beaten him and broken him and could only look forward to training him and subjugating him completely. Married life was going to be so good!

Thumper

By grimsac

Hey people, this is my first story, so cut me some slack, eh?

...

Her name was Tracy and she was a real piece of work. She was the hottest thing going in high school, a petite 5'4" at 110 pounds. Her honey-colored hair was straight, shoulder-length and combed over one side into a flip. She didn't need to wear any make-up with her smooth bronze complexion and long lashes. Her eyes were dark hazel and cat-like. She dressed simply, either tight jeans and a cropped top or the occasional skirt and boots, but never a bra.

Ironically, her beauty caused her more trouble than good. Because of their envy, the popular 'preppy' girls would constantly try to find faults in her that they could taunt her with. They would rag on her for stupid things like her outfit, or tell people that she was on welfare. She discovered that she could shut them up by kicking their ass.

The boyfriends of the prep girls couldn't resist Tracy, but to keep their popularity, they would disguise their flirting by "picking on her". Like pushing their buddy into her as they passed in the hall between classes, or pointing out to everybody the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She soon discovered how to shut the boys up too...

Her first victory over the preps happened during lunch-break one afternoon. She was in line waiting on her tray. Behind her, a particularly snooty cheerleader named Megan showed up with her boyfriend, Brian. They stood behind her and she could hear them talking.

"...see what I mean, she dresses like a dude." Tracy was wearing old ragged tight-assed jeans with holes in the knees and an Iron Maiden t-shirt that she got at the concert last weekend.

She could hear Megan continue. "I think she's...you know, like, a lez-” Tracy turned around and made eye contact with Megan. Megan gave a conceited smirk. Without blinking, Tracy jabbed her nose, knocking her on her ass, sliding backwards across the floor. Tracy followed her, grabbed her hair and kept dragging her all the way through the door. There she dropped her head and reached into her pocket for her lighter. Megan lay on her back as Tracy glared down at her grinning and breathing heavily.

She flicked the lighter and said, "At least I don't dress like a hooker. All that hairspray oughtta go up like a Christmas tree!"

By this time, Brian stopped standing there, slack-jawed, saying "Duh", and took action. He ran forward to tackle Tracy but she saw him in her peripheral vision. She turned to face him and braced herself on the doorframe with each hand. She snapped her foot forward just in time to collide with his charging crotch.

"OOF!" He stopped dead in his tracks and reached out to catch himself from falling on his face. He stood there for a millisecond, hunched over, with his hands on either side of the door to prop himself up. Tracy lunged forward, grabbed both of his shoulders and started pounding her knee into his balls.

"Doh! Doh! Doh! Doh! Doh!" With each blow he was sent back into the room step by step until she stopped. He dropped back on his ass; his arms splayed outward and back to keep his head from hitting the floor. He could still see her coming at him, even though his eyes were watering. He tried as hard as he could, but he couldn't close his legs in time.

She ran forward and punted his nuts as if she were kicking a winning field goal. Brian blacked out.

After a while in the nurse's office, they decided he needed to go to the hospital. Tracy was suspended.

By the time she got back to school, she had a new nickname: "Thumper"

Brian was still out, doing therapy and trying to figure out how to walk again.

After that, whenever someone called her Thumper she would do a little wrist-flick thing into their nuts, or a fake knee and hold it there and grind them around. Whenever she did this, she couldn't resist a big grin, even when she was trying to be threatening. Sometimes she'd even get giddy. When Tracy got together with her girlfriends, they would make a sort of 'game' out of busting boy's balls (but that's another story).

Tracy mostly hung out with the oddball crowd, the hippies, nerds and metal-heads. That's where I come in, I'm all of the above, we were friends. When I heard that she was suspended I figured that that would be a good excuse to skip school and go over to her place and smoke some weed, so I did.

When I got there, I was immediately dumbfounded by what I was looking at. She was dressed to be comfy; cropped T-shirt, sleeveless and little ankle socks. Her shorts were apparently cut out from an old pair of jeans that had become too tight to hold her butt cheeks. While I was there she told me the story of how she got suspended. I heard all the rumors, so I knew where the story was going.

She described to me how she thrashed Megan. When she got to the part about Brian she got all excited and stood up to demonstrate. She stood in the doorway and lashed out with her foot into the air. She tried not to laugh as she described the goofy sound he made when she kicked him. She said that she just raised her knee and flung her foot forward, the toe of her sneaker buried itself into his groin. Then she asked me to stand in front of her so that she could show me what she did next.

"No way!" I said, covering my nads with both hands. I covered myself not so much for protection, but to hide the boner that I was developing. I was wearing only jeans without underwear, so my length was beginning to swell down the inside of my leg.

She giggled and said, "Don't worry, I wont do it for real." She tilted her head down and looked up at me with an evil grin. She extended her index finger and curled it back towards her. "Come here, I'll play nice... promise..."

How could I resist? I nonchalantly readjusted my boner so it wouldn't stick out too far and walked up to her.

She was standing in the doorway. She told me to lean forward and put one hand on each side of the door in the same manner as Brian did on that day. We were standing face to face.

"Like this?” I asked. She grinned some more, placed a hand on each of my shoulders and bit her bottom lip. She lunged her knee up, just millimeters away from squashing my privates. She did it again and again. Before I could let go of the door to put a hand block on my stuff, she got in five or six would-be devastating shots. She used full power with each knee-strike but pulled back at the last second before contact. However, with the last shot she slightly miscalculated. A flash of light and a deep 'thump'. I knew what happened but I couldn't feel it yet.

"I'm sorry!” she said and covered her mouth so that she wouldn't laugh. I looked down, then back up at her and then the pain hit... I wanted to fall over and writhe around moaning, but my pride kept me on my feet, hunched over forward and staggering.

She laughed. "Awwwww! What's the matter? That was just a *bump*. Is baby gonna be ok?"

Then I tried to manage an evil grin of my own and lunged at her, tackling her onto the couch. She scrambled to get away but I caught her by the ankles. I pulled her back up onto the couch. We now lay along side each other head to foot. I wrapped my hand around her knee and pinched in on each side. She screamed and kicked the couch trying to break free.

"What do you think about that?" I taunted. She twisted around and brought her fist down twice into my aching nuts like a hammer. WHAM! WHAM! I let go of her knee. She then sat up, straddled my thighs and grabbed both of my wrists. She looked down at my crotch. My balls were visible through my jeans as two little bumps. She reached down and pinched my left nut between her fist and thumb I let out a whimper as it slipped out of her grasp.

"Slippery little sucker isn't it?” she said, she tried again and again but it kept slipping away every time she squeezed. She tried the right one and found that it wasn't going anywhere. She clamped down hard.

"IIIEEEE!" I screamed.

Tracy leaned forward, gritted her teeth and snarled, "This one ain't getting away!" She pulled and twisted and shook until I was in a panic. "I eat little balls like these for breakfast!" Now I was the one screaming and kicking the couch trying to break free. I finally pulled her hand off. As I did my cock straightened out as it was growing pretty fast now. She saw it through my pants just before I covered it with my hands. I twisted and writhed in pain.

"Wait a minute. What was that?" she asked, beaming devilishly.

I coughed and tried to speak, "What was what?" but I could only manage a whisper. She roughly pried my knees apart. My hands still covered my injured bits but my shaft unmistakingly ran down the length of my thigh.

"That!” she said and lightly outlined my throbbing dickhead with her finger.

to be continued... maybe

Female Advantage

By Golfer

Here is a letter written by a female friend of mine:

I am a woman who enjoys the sight of a man getting hit in the balls. However, I found out that it is even more erotic for me to be the one to nail some guy between the legs. To see some muscular guy rendered helpless by one blow to his most private parts sends shock waves of sexual energy through my body. The first time I saw a man get kicked in the balls by a woman was in a movie. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed that scene and knew I had to experience it for myself.

At the time was a senior in high school. I was very athletic, playing on several girls’ teams. About that time schools were starting to allow girls to play on boys teams. I figured that getting involved in boys’ sports would give me a chance to realize my fantasy. Several sports offered excellent opportunities to “accidentally” hit some guy in the balls.

My first experience occurred shortly after I joined the boys’ football team. There was a lot of concern that a girl was not strong enough to play boys football and might easily be hurt. There was one guy who was constantly saying that girls were too weak to play with the guys. He would go out of his way to hit me during scrimmages. He’d block me, knocking me to the ground and laugh if I showed any pain at all. One day he came at me and as he hit me, I fell back landing hard. He fell on top of me with his legs spread slightly apart. Before he could react, I rammed my knee squarely into his groin. I could feel the hard plastic cup he was wearing, but my kick was accurate enough and hard enough to flatten his testicles against his body. I heard him grunt loudly and saw his eyes squeeze shut from the pain from my kick. He rolled off of me and lay there with his hands pressed between his legs for several minutes. I claimed it was an accident and everyone believed me. It seems that that particular injury is not uncommon in football. I found it kind of strange that boys had such a vulnerable spot on their body and yet claim girls are more likely to be injured during contact sports. When a football player is lying on the ground and they say he had the wind knocked out of him, they usually mean he got hit in the balls. I had several more opportunities like the one that day. Each time was as erotic to me as the first.

Joining the boys wrestling team that year was the highlight of my sports career. There was initially a lot of resistance to my joining. They kept saying that a girl would just get hurt. There was concern about the potential for contact with intimate parts of the body. They were referring to boys touching girl in a sexual nature. But if that were the case, most boys would have been very much in favor of wrestling girls. What they were really afraid of was a girl touching a boy in the groin area. More specifically, they were afraid of being injured by a girl. Boys are careful about hitting in the groin area simply because they don’t want it to happen to them. However, girls don’t need to worry about “retribution” if they accidentally hit a boy in the nuts.

I will never forget the day I hit a boy between the legs during a wrestling match. We all wore snug fitting wrestling tights and I really enjoyed the way the guys looked in them, especially the obvious bulge in their crotch. The guy I was wrestling that day had a rather large bulge. The outline of his testicles was clearly visible between his legs. He was being a real jerk toward me during our match. At one point he grabbed me between my legs while he was executing a move on me. He was unnecessarily rough and that made me angry. He had me on my back and was trying to pin me. I managed to get my hand between his legs, which was normal for the move I was about to do. I could feel his balls against the back of my hand. It wasn’t unusual to feel a guys balls during certain moves. However, this time I turned my hand so that I was cupping his bulge. I knew my hand was shielded from the crowd so I gave the guy’s nuts a hard squeeze. As my hand tightened around his nut sac, I could feel him go rigid. For the moment that I had that guy by the balls I felt a tremendous feeling of power over him. That feeling of power sent a sexual shock wave through my body. I almost had an orgasm right there. The boy rolled quickly away from my grip and landed on his back. He tried to ignore the pain between his legs but I could tell there was no fight left in him. I rolled on top of him in an effort to pin him. He offered no resistance and I easily won the match.

It was that day I realized that a woman has a natural advantage over men in a fight. If the groin is not off limits a trained woman can generally beat a man of similar size in a fight. Men know how vulnerable they are. They make rules against hitting to the groin and try to keep women out of contact sports. I believe men are more afraid of being hurt themselves than they are of hurting the women.

Female Advantage 2

By golfer

Here is another letter from my female friend.

In recent years there has been a big increase in girls playing on boys’ sports teams. This has generated a lot of debate about whether girls should be competing with the boys especially in contact sports like wrestling, football and karate. Most guys believe that girls are too likely to be injured and wouldn’t be any competition for them anyway. In fact it is the guys who need to worry about injuries, particularly to a specific part of their anatomy when they compete with the girls. I am a woman who also enjoys seeing an athletic well-built guy get beat by a woman especially when she wins by exploiting his unique male vulnerability.

Men are generally much bigger and more muscular than the average woman. That difference gives men a distinct advantage in a “fair” fight with a woman. I say a “fair” fight because in a “no holds barred” fight, a woman has a distinct advantage over a man. It is ironic that Mother Nature gave men such powerful, muscular bodies, but hung two of the most sensitive parts of the human anatomy between their legs. A man’s balls are the great equalizer in a fight between a man and a woman. The concept of a “fair” fight, meaning no hitting in the nuts, surely must have been a man’s idea. They say it would be uncompetitive to attack such a vulnerable target. Thus, the irony is that men claim women are likely to be the ones hurt; yet it is their body that contains the most sensitive and easily injured parts. Guys know that one blow to their precious testicles will almost always end a fight. The male groin is an extremely vulnerable and incapacitating target. A woman’s body has no similar vulnerable spot and we have no reason to make the groin off limits. If men are so sure they can always defeat us in a fight, lets make the groin a legal target and see what the outcome would be then. I know from personal experience that the odds favor the trained female in this kind of fight and it is the guys who are likely to be injured if there are no special protections for their sensitive gonads.

I first discovered how much I enjoy seeing a woman exploit a man’s natural vulnerability to defeat him several years ago. I was 17 at the time. The boy next door was really cute and had a great athletic body. His name was Chad and he wrestled for our high school. However, he was an arrogant chauvinist. He was always complaining to me and a girlfriend of mine, Amy, that girls shouldn’t be competing on the boy’s teams. They were just in the way and were going to get hurt anyway, he said. One day late, Amy and I were at the gym and we saw the neighbor boy walking toward us in his wrestling outfit. He looked really great with the tight fabric hugging his chiseled muscular chest and I couldn’t help noticing how it really accented the large bulge in his crotch.

He stopped to talk with us and the first thing he did was complain about some girl who wanted to join the boy’s wrestling team. Amy asked why he cared and he responded that girls couldn’t win against any guy and would just be in the way. I could see Amy was getting a little mad. She asked Chad if he minded wrestling her. He looked at her with an arrogant smile. And I noticed as he looked at Amy in her skintight cotton shorts and tube top, the bulge in his crotch got a little larger. He readily agreed. As we all walked over to the wrestling mats I asked Amy if she was crazy. She told me not to worry because she had a lot of experience wrestling with her older brothers.

On the mat Chad wasted no time grabbing Amy and throwing her to the ground. She quickly escaped however, surprising Chad by her strength and speed. They stood grappling for a few more moments their hands locked on each other’s arms trying to gain an advantage. I was surprised by my reaction at watching Amy’s firm but petite female body in a struggle against a physically superior male opponent. The tight clothes she wore really accented her sexy female form. Her shorts were stretched tight against her crotch and they were molded to her big firm ass. I am sure guys found her long legs and full round hips to be a real turn on. Suddenly Amy went low and grabbed Chad’s legs, toppling him to the mat. She quickly landed on top of him. She was laying across his upper body as she slid her hand under his left leg and into his crotch; a common move in wrestling. I could see her hand pressed precariously close to the firm bulge in his wrestling tights. She was using the leverage to raise his lower body in an effort to pin him. I felt a sudden sexual rush pass through my body as it occurred to me what she could have done with her hand at that moment. But, apparently Amy intended this to be a “fair” fight.

The look on Chad’s face turned to concern as it looked like Amy might succeed in pinning him. Suddenly, he bucked his body causing Amy to lose her balance. As she started to fall off of him, Chad’s elbow came up catching her hard on the jaw. She fell to the mat holding her face. Chad looked down at her with a disgusted look and commented that it figured she would end up hurt. I was disappointed by what appeared to be the end of the match. I was really hoping Amy was going to beat the crap out of that arrogant stud. But looking at his bulky muscular body standing over her more petite body, no other outcome seemed likely. Maybe Chad was right that girls couldn’t compete with the guys. It wasn’t long before my conclusion was proved wrong.

Amy lay dazed on the mat for a few moments. But, as Chad started to turn away, Amy jumped up. She was like a wild animal as she came at him, throwing a hard right fist at his head while calling him a dirty bastard. Chad tried to duck, but Amy’s fist caught him right in the jaw. His head snapped back from her blow. She swung her fist at him again, hitting him hard in the stomach. Her blows were having surprisingly little effect on Chad other than to make him mad. He fended off a couple more of Amy’s jabs when he suddenly hit her just below her tits with the back of his hand. It was obvious that she was really hurt. It took her a couple moments to catch her breath, but when she did she came at him madder than before. She took a swing at him, but he caught her wrists before she could hit him again. She struggled against his grip as he laughed at her. He had an arrogant smug look on his face as he asked went she was going to realize girls are no match for a guy. He had his legs braced apart to maintain balance against her struggles to get free from his grip. My gaze went to Chad’s exposed crotch where I noticed the outline of his balls and blood engorged cock framed between his muscular thighs. Apparently, his fight with Amy was really turning him on.

I was enjoying my view of Chad’s firm maleness when I saw Amy’s knee ram straight up between his parted legs. The top of her knee connected squarely with his exposed unprotected testicles. He immediately released her wrists as he bent over, grabbing his crotch. His smug look instantly turned to a surprised and pained expression. His legs started to sag as he struggled to stay on his feet. I almost had an orgasm right then as I watched his “indestructible” male body slowly drop to the mat. He lay there curled up, his hands pressed tightly between his legs. Amy’s previous blows had had little effect on Chad, but with that one kick she had easily defeated him. He was obviously not going to continue this fight.

I still get turned on by the memories of that day. I was glad to read in previous issues of Nugget that I am not the only one who finds guys getting hit in the nuts to be erotic. It would be interesting to read about it from the man’s perspective as well. I hope your readers will continue to write about their experiences in this area.

Another version of the same story (?)

In recent years there has been a big increase in girls playing on boys’ sports teams. This has generated a lot of debate about whether girls should be competing with the boys especially in contact sports like wrestling, football and karate. Most guys believe that girls are too likely to be injured and wouldn’t be any competition for them anyway. In fact it is the guys who need to worry about injuries, particularly to a specific part of their anatomy when they compete with the girls. I am a woman who also enjoys seeing an athletic well-built guy get beat by a woman especially when she wins by exploiting his unique male vulnerability.

Men are generally much bigger and more muscular than the average woman. That difference gives men a distinct advantage in a “fair” fight with a woman. I say a “fair” fight because in a “no holds barred” fight, a woman has a distinct advantage over a man. It is ironic that Mother Nature gave men such powerful, muscular bodies, but hung two of the most sensitive parts of the human anatomy between their legs. A man’s balls are the great equalizer in a fight between a man and a woman. The concept of a “fair” fight, meaning no hitting in the nuts, surely must have been a man’s idea. They say it would be uncompetitive to attack such a vulnerable target. Thus, the irony is that men claim women are likely to be the ones hurt; yet it is their body that contains the most sensitive and easily injured parts. Guys know that one blow to their precious testicles will almost always end a fight. The male groin is an extremely vulnerable and incapacitating target. A woman’s body has no similar vulnerable spot and we have no reason to make the groin off limits. If men are so sure they can always defeat us in a fight, lets make the groin a legal target and see what the outcome would be then. I know from personal experience that the odds favor the trained female in this kind of fight and it is the guys who are likely to be injured if there are no special protections for their sensitive gonads.

I first discovered how much I enjoy seeing a woman exploit a man’s natural vulnerability to defeat him several years ago. I was 17 at the time. The boy next door was really cute and had a great athletic body. His name was Chad and he wrestled for our high school. However, he was an arrogant chauvinist. He was always complaining to me and a girlfriend of mine, Amy, that girls shouldn’t be competing on the boy’s teams. They were just in the way and were going to get hurt anyway, he said. One day late, Amy and I were at the gym and we saw the neighbor boy walking toward us in his wrestling outfit. He looked really great with the tight fabric hugging his chiseled muscular chest and I couldn’t help noticing how it really accented the large bulge in his crotch.

He stopped to talk with us and the first thing he did was complain about some girl who wanted to join the boy’s wrestling team. Amy asked why he cared and he responded that girls couldn’t win against any guy and would just be in the way. I could see Amy was getting a little mad. She asked Chad if he minded wrestling her. He looked at her with an arrogant smile. And I noticed as he looked at Amy in her skintight cotton shorts and tube top, the bulge in his crotch got a little larger. He readily agreed. As we all walked over to the wrestling mats I asked Amy if she was crazy. She told me not to worry because she had a lot of experience wrestling with her older brothers.

They grappled and Chad’s bigger more powerful body was no match for Amy as he toppled her again. This time he landed on her pressing his groin against hers. I was standing behind him and was enjoying the sight of his sexy firm ass outlined in his tight shorts. He rose up on his knees with his legs spread apart for support as he tried to pin Amy as she struggled below him. The bulge of his genitals was clearly visible from my vantage. I was so engrossed in looking at Chad’s ass and crotch I didn’t notice Amy’s leg between his. That is until suddenly her knee rammed straight up into Chad’s unprotected groin. As her knee smashed squarely into Chad’s balls, he quickly rolled off of her and grabbed himself between the legs as he curled up on the mat. I was surprised by my reaction. The immediate and devastating effect her kick had on Chad really turned me on. Seeing that arrogant stud lying helpless as a result of just one blow from a girl was extremely erotic. I had been told that kicking a guy between the legs was an effective self defense technique, but I never imagined how effective it was or how much it would turn me on. I was actually getting a little wet between the legs.

Amy jumped up looking flustered and concerned as she leaned over Chad and asked if he was all right. He was still trying to catch his breath and was unable to answer her. She apologized and said it was an accident and she hoped he was all right. After a couple of minutes Chad slowly got to his feet and walked away still holding his balls with one hand. I excitedly asked Amy about what she had just done to Chad. I asked her if it was really an accident what she had done to him. She laughed and said of course not and that it wasn’t the first time. She had used the groin kick in other fights with boys. She first discovered the technique when she was wrestling one of her brothers. That time she said it was an accident and that was when she found that it really turned her on. I was relieved to here her say that and I told that I also found it exciting although I didn’t tell her that I couldn’t wait to try it for myself.

That was almost four years ago. Since then I have been taking karate lessons. I figured that was the only way I was going to be in situations where I might get an opportunity to 'accidentally' kick some guy in the balls. I found that I was a natural and picked up the moves very quickly. However, I have faced the same arrogant chauvinistic attitude from the men that Chad displayed several years before. The men always preferred sparring with other guys because they said women were not enough competition. I think the real reason is they are afraid of a woman hurting them in their most private parts. I have noticed that women seem to learn the groin kick much faster than the men. While men have a reason to avoid kicking or hitting another guy in the balls; they don’t want it to happen to them; we females have no reason to avoid that technique.

Over the last couple years a few of the guys where I work out have found out the hard way about my “favorite” move and of course it is always by “accident”.