The Girls Next Door

By luigi77

Bob had his mind on something else, or he would have been more careful. Really! He's not that kind of a guy.

He just didn't notice Deanna using her new make-up case, Deanna's birthday present. He accidentally bumped into her and she dropped the case on the playground asphalt, breaking her new mirror - 7 years bad luck, (for Bob).

He didn't even stop or turn around to see her crying, Bob just mumbled 'cuse me and headed into the apartment building, like every other day after school.

Deanna's older sister Laura came over to comfort her and said, "We'll make him pay for that." Their friends gathered around more than willing to help.

Bob had just finished watching some cartoons and was trying to decide which Playstation game to play when Mom called for him to take down the trash. Two bags of trash, one for each hand down and out to the dumpsters.

As he left his apartment, heading for the elevator, Laura emerged from the apartment next-door heading for the elevators in front of Bob. She was two years older than Bob and Deanna and since she went to High school, Bob didn't get to see her on the bus every day like he had for years.

He wanted to see more of her, much more. She now had C cup titties and being a warm day was wearing a sleeveless cotton top, which exposed most of her beautiful chest. He was lost in a search for a panty line, when the elevator doors opened and he followed Laura into the car. She pushed a button, the elevator began its decent and he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra! Laura's nipples were rock hard and he could see their perfect outline...

"Do you like what you see?" Laura asked (way too seductively to be serious). She had obviously noticed Bob staring for some time now.

"I...uh...sor...sorry," was all Bob could manage and he wondered if she noticed his raging hard-on pushing through his shorts.

At just about that time, the elevator doors began to open and Bob saw this as a perfect escape from an embarrassing situation. He hurried through the doors, only to stop short. This was the basement; he needed to be on the first floor to get out back to the dumpsters.

With one bag of trash in each hand, he pivoted around towards the elevator and was surprised to see Laura blocking the way with a strange smirk on her face. She took a half of a step forward with her shapely left leg then her right leg became a blur as it rocketed into his exposed groin, lifting him onto his tip-toes and slightly off the concrete floor.

Laura knew she had connected with both of Bob's testicles even before she felt them squish on the top of her sandaled foot. She felt so proud as he curled into a fetal ball at her feet, desperately clutching his swelling manhood and trying to inhale. This was better than she had planned.

Bob was in shock. Confused and in pain, only two sounds registered; the sound of the elevator doors closing in front of him; and the sound of girls giggling behind him.

Deanna and three of her friends emerged from the old housekeeper’s office across from the elevators. They used it as a playroom after school; as it had a sofa, desk, a couple of overstuffed chairs and a carpet.

Laura grabbed Bob under his arms and the other girls helped to lift and drag him into the playroom. Laura positioned herself behind Bob's head. She sat on the carpet in front of the sofa and pulled Bob towards her.

With his head on Laura's abdomen, Bob's neck was in her crotch and he could feel Laura's pussy was dripping wet. Despite his pain, he was getting hard again. Laura locked her legs over Bob's arms immobilizing his upper body, while the other girls quickly stripped him from the waist down. His cock was pointing at the ceiling, as the girls grabbed his legs pulling them apart and positioning themselves for the best view possible. Deanna knelt down between his legs and looked first at Bob and then at Laura for encouragement.

"Just like I told you,” said Laura, in a slow authoritative voice, like an instructor at school. “Kathy, you get his underwear and get ready.”

Deanna made eye contact with Bob then dropped her gaze to his groin. With one small hand she grabbed his scrotum, encircling it with her fingers. She pulled his balls to the bottom of the bag, using enough pressure that both testicles were clearly visible through the stretched skin. Bob had never been touched by a girl before. He inhaled involuntarily and was lost in the moment. He almost orgasmed.

Deanna then curled her thin fingers around the trapped nutmeat and used her free hand to cover the bottom part of Bob's balls. Without looking up she squeezed both hands at once very hard. His balls squished out between her fingers like small bits of a water balloon. The contrast between her whitening fingers and his darkening red nuts was remarkable.

Bob exhaled all of the air he had sucked in. He made no sound, but had his mouth and eyes wide open.

Laura looked at Kathy and commanded her to act. "Now, stuff in his underwear. Now." Kathy was ready, she had rolled his briefs into a cylinder and now forced them into his mouth deep enough to make Bob gag.

Deanna rolled her hands left and right to see the trapped nuts from different angles, still squeezing. Bob, now tried to scream, but only muffled cries came out as he was forced to inhale much needed oxygen through his nose. Deanna squeezed until her hands got sore, then she eased her grip.

Laura instructed her little sister to hold his balls in the palm of one hand, and punch them with her fist. "Smack, Smack, Splat...that's what you get, Smack, Splat... for breaking my mirror, Smack, Smack, Splat...it was my new birthday present, Smack, Smack."

Bob had given up on trying to scream, he was sobbing like a baby as Deanna let go and stood up. She kicked his balls squarely; sending them up onto his stomach and watching them slide back down between his legs for the next kick.

"There, that ought to be enough. Let him go," Laura announced to the girls holding his legs.

"But I want a turn," cried Kathy.

"Me, too," chimed the other girls, almost in unison.

"I know, I know. Now get off," Laura said, again using the slow instructor’s tone she used earlier. As the girls reluctantly got up Laura was able to move Bob's head and move her shapely butt up onto the sofa. She continued, "Something else you'll learn about boys and their balls, when you get into High School, is that they loose all of their strength if you hurt them bad enough. You'll all get a turn."

Bob had resumed his fetal curl, trying to hide his battered balls in the center of the carpet. When Kathy rolled him onto his back and easily forced her hands under Bob's, grabbing both his cock in one hand and his balls in her other hand. Kathy then stood up, lifting Bob's ass off the ground to the height of her knees, before releasing him to thud on the floor.

Bob began to curl back into a ball, when another girl grabbed both of his ankles. She stood up, lifting his legs, as he rolled flat on his face. She saw his balls dangling unprotected down towards the carpet, steadied herself and began to kick him repeatedly. The top of her foot curled neatly along the round part of his lower abdomen. Each rhythmic kick sent a fleshy 'Splat' sounding off of the bare walls, until her arms got tired and she dropped his legs unceremoniously.

He was unable or unwilling to move. His legs spread enough for his balls to be seen protruding out from under his ass. Another girl walked up between his legs slipped off her sandal and stepped firmly on his nuts. She giggled as his balls squeezed between her little toes.

As Deanna made eye contact with her sister Laura said, "Come on, or we'll be late for supper."

Deanna, hesitated, but knew Laura was right as always.

As they stood in the elevator Deanna could see her three friends in the playroom with a softly moaning Bob. Taking turns lifting him off of the basement floor by just his balls, trying to see who could lift him the highest and laughing loudly.

She turned to her big sister and thanked her for her first lesson in punishing boys by their balls; but somehow Deanna knew that this would not be…

…The End

The ATM Robber

By luigi77

Rob was a predator plain and simple. He had bullied his way through most of his high school years, before dropping out half way through his senior year. Without much thought about careers, he drifted from job to job. Selling drugs and stealing to get by.

Tonight he was watching an ATM from a nearby alley, smoking his last few cigarettes and building up his nerve to rob his next victim. Rob had a long hunting knife to threaten his mark, planning a quick grab and run operation.

Cici was heading home from her women’s self defense class at the karate club. She was in a hurry and not thinking about the wisdom of taking a short cut through the block. Rob sprang out of the doorway of the abandoned building brandishing his hunting knife, and was in her face before she knew he was even there.

“Gimme the money, bitch,” he said in a low menacing voice, roughly grabbing her arm to keep her from running. Cici was too surprised to do more than look up at his ugly unshaven face. Rob swung her roughly down the three steps into the doorway he had been occupying.

She bounced off the door, and quickly held up her backpack to offer him her cash and as a barrier between them. “Here take the money,” she cried.

Rob grabbed her backpack and began to eyeball her body. At 5’2,” she couldn’t be more than 105 pounds soaking wet. And she was wet, still in her workout sweats from teaching her class. He could see the outline of her thin firm legs, her nipples were clearly outlined through her tight workout shirt. “Those had to be at least C cup, maybe D,” he thought to himself. “Why stop with just taking her cash?”

Rob stepped forward and drove the bottom of his foot into the door Cici was backed up against. The door shook but held, two more stomps with his boot, and it swung into an empty room. Cici tried to get past him, but a 6’2,” and 235 pounds, his arm weighed more than both of hers. She was roughly thrown into the building as he closed the door behind them.

“Strip honey, we’re gonna have us some fun,” he announced pointing the knife at her and moving forward. Cici was shaking, and trying to think of a way to stall him. She needed time to think her way out of this situation. “I said strip bitch! Or, I‘ll cut your clothes off.”

“OK, please don’t hurt me, I’ll do it,” was all she could say. Pulling her blouse over her head, her exercise bra was nearly see-through with the light coming in from the window behind her. She stepped out of her cross trainer shoes, and dropped her sweat pants, revealing a toned pair of legs, and a perfect ass. Cici was in great shape!

Rob couldn’t believe his luck, he was gonna enjoy this. As she removed her panties and bra, Rob put the knife in his leather jacket and dropped it to the floor. He opened his zipper releasing his engorged 10 inch cock. Playing with himself and closing the distance between them he loosened his pants and pulled out some of the biggest balls Cici had ever seen.

Grabbing her by her shoulders, Rob moved her backwards towards a table in the middles of the room. With his pants falling from his waist, he took short choppy steps. He lifted her off the floor and sat her on the edge of the wooden table, roughly grabbing both of her breasts moaning “Oh yeah, baby. You’re gonna like what I have for you.”

Squeezing her tits, he began to kiss the side of her face, biting her neck and working his way down to her chest. Cici was overcome by the stench, he smelled of tobacco and liquor. He obviously needed a bath, and he hadn’t shaved in days. His rough beard felt like sandpaper on her bare chest.

As he was sucking and nibbling her nipples using both hands to lift and squeeze her large firm breasts, he began to rub his hard cock against her thigh. Cici slowly moved her hands down towards her knees, waiting to have clear access to those balls of his. Rob rocked forward and back rubbing himself on her firm naked thigh, as his pants dropped below his knees.

On the next thrust forward, his balls were well within Cici’s reach. She scooped one nut in each hand and wrapped her fingers completely around both of his orbs. Rob hadn’t expected this, but was enjoying the feel of a woman’s hands on his manhood. “Oh yeah, you know you want it,” he was leaning his chest back to thrust his hips forward, when a startled look came to his face. “What the fu…?”

Cici was in great shape. Her forearms were as solid as a board, as she bore down on his trapped nuts with both of her clawed hands. Her fingers were buried deep into his flesh, as his man meat squished out between them and tried to escape the pressure. Cici gritted her teeth and squeezed harder, making sure they wouldn’t slip free of her grasp.

Rob’s mouth opened but no sound came out. His eyes were open wide, but he was having trouble focusing on anything other than the pain registering from his groin. Cici pulled up and began to twist her fists left and right, bringing him up onto his toes.

She looked down at her handiwork, and saw the tremendous amount of nut meat. He had huge balls! Noticing the large bubbles of meat protruding near her thumbs, she brought her fists together grinding his balls against themselves.

Rob’s legs began to shake. He let out a quiet whimper but was unable to move for fear of increasing the pressure on his trapped nuts. He tried to focus on her face, afraid to look down at his groin. She had a determined willful look on her face, as she gritted her teeth and continued to grind away with her fingers. Rob couldn’t focus on her face, tears were forming and he was beginning to get tunnel vision. Black shadows were creeping in from all sides, and his legs were wobbling. “My balls are on fire,” was his last thought.

Cici saw him going down, but couldn’t release her grip in time. She was dragged off the table and landed on top of him as he hit the floor. He lay on his back while she still squeezed and pulled on his nuts, making sure he was out cold. When he failed to move or speak after a particularly strong twist, she figured it was safe to let go.

Her forearms hurt, and her fingers were numb when she finally pried her hands open. Thinking first about running home or to the police, she remembered that she was naked except for her socks. Looking around the room for the first time, she saw a roll of duct tape on the table and smiled.

It wasn’t too old, and there was plenty left on the roll to tie his hands together behind his back. She then removed his jeans, and decided to immobilize his legs while she was at it. Pulling his feet up behind him, she taped each of his ankles to his wrists behind his back. When she was confident he wasn’t going to be able to get loose, she realized his legs were spread dangerously wide.

“I’ll bet I’m not the first woman you’ve attacked,” she sneered at his unconscious body. “But I’ll make sure I’m the last girl you try to rape.” Stepping between his knees she pulled back her right leg and kicked her foot into his right nut. Having several years of training, Cici knew not to use her toes, but rather lifted them and struck with the bottom of her foot.

It felt great to drive her foot deep into his groin, so she repeated her strike. Right foot, right testicle, again and again. A hollow slapping sound filled the room every time she kicked. After 20 kicks, she knelt down to examine his sack. His nuts were huge, and now the right ball was easily twice the size of the left. While she was examining his ball sac, she held the right nut in her open palm, and drove her fist down hard on top. His right ball was bigger than her whole fist! Time and again she punched his exposed right nut, feeling strong and righteous about hurting his manhood.

Rob began to moan as she pounded his ball. Cici let go and placed both arms across his stomach leaning forward to look into his face. “Wake up sleepy head you don’t want to miss out on the fun, do you?” Cici straightened out her left leg, and began to drive her knee between his legs, pounding his balls in a rhythmic fashion. Her knee trapped both balls between is thighs, flattening both nuts with every strike.

He moaned louder as he was regaining consciousness. “Good to have you back in the land of the living,” she teased, still driving her knee into his nuts. He tried to focus, her face was unfamiliar, and her tits jiggled with ever knee she slammed into his groin. He was confused.

“Who is she? What‘s she doing to my balls? My balls!!” Rob tried to scream but couldn’t form words; his mind was filled with pain. “Can’t move. My balls are on fire. She’s ruining me, NO!!”

Cici stopped to come close to his face, “What’s the matter? Is the little girl hurting you? How‘re they hanging stud!” She stood and placed her foot on his groin, grinding it down as if putting out a cigarette butt. She then began to lift her leg and stomp his balls with the bottom of her foot, pounding his defenseless nuts, and stopping to feel them squish between her toes.

Rob let out a high pitched squeal as his balls were being flattened under her foot. He was beginning to panic for the first time. Unable to get off his back, and with no way to stop her relentless assault he began to beg, “please no, don’t hurt me.”

Cici laughed and ground his meat into his crotch. “Take it like a man,” she taunted him. “This is what all rapists deserve.”

Rob began to weep, caught in his own trap by a tiny, beautiful, naked woman. How could this happen to him?

One on Two Combat (Rounds 1-3)

By luigi77

Sally must fight a man in a life or death struggle. One woman vs. Two balls - straight, testicle destruction...

Sally was the quintessential single gal. She lived the “Looking for Mister Goodbar” lifestyle, finding a lover, and dropping him after a month or two when the insatiable passion died. So she was surprised when three men met her outside of one of her favorite watering holes, and held a cloth with chloroform over her face.

“Chloroform, wasn’t that something from the last century?” she thought as she was dozing off in the back of their van. She awoke in a rustic cabin, with a headache and an urgent need to relieve herself. Sally had been out cold for hours. She originally thought this was a prank from one of her former boyfriends, a kidnapping - role play fantasy from one of her former lovers.

Two things alarmed her as she slid out from under the covers - 1) she was naked 2) the door to her room was locked from the outside. Sally banged on the door, and was escorted to a communal restroom with bars on the window. She protested her captivity, but was roughly returned to her room and told to wait for instructions.

Being a yoga and aerobics advocate, she stretched and meditated to calm her fears. She didn’t have long to wait, before a good-looking middle aged woman entered her room and began to list the “rules” for her up coming fight.

“Fight? I’m not a professional athlete!” Sally’s complaints were useless, she was going to be put in the ring in less than 12 hours, and had better prepare herself. “What would you like to eat, and drink to best prepare yourself,” the woman referee asked her. “You will be engaged in one on one combat with a man, who is also not a ‘Professional Athlete’” the woman informed her.

“Sally, there will be close to 100 spectators watching this bout. Either your opponent will rape you, or you will render him incapable of raping anyone. It’s your chastity against his virility, I‘m afraid,” her mentor explained.

“What if I don’t want to fight,” Sally asked.

“The loser will be killed by the crowd.” her mentor announced. “If the man rapes you, you will be gang raped by many of the men in the audience. Should you prevail, he will be literally torn apart by the ladies who’ve paid to watch. It’s winner take all.”

Sally was now convinced this was not a trick from any of her friends, she was in deep shit here. “What do you suggest?” she asked the woman.

“Eat a good meal to keep your strength up. Then in the ring, go for his balls! Don’t just kick, or punch them, but grab a hold and squeeze as if your life depended on it; because lady, it does.” She emphasized this as she left the cell to fulfill Sally’s last meal request.

Sally ate and rested, knowing that her test would be coming soon by the increasing noise as the audience filled the adjacent arena. She meditated to prepare herself mentally, knowing that this would help when it really mattered.

Soon, the door to her room was opened, and she was let to a ‘dressing room’ of sorts, with a bathroom, showers and rows of empty lockers. She was kept naked, but, given a bathrobe to wear into the ring. She taped her ankles, wrists and relieved herself, having enough martial arts/ self- defense experience to know what would help when it really counted.

She entered the ring first, and was amazed by the number of spectators - surely they couldn’t all be in on this. If she screamed out and asked for help, certainly some of them would use a cell phone to call the police. However, these hopes were dashed by the obvious hostility from the men’s seating section. They were chanting, “Rape the Bitch, Rape the Bitch…” as she scanned the bleachers she saw men on one side, women on the other.

Then she saw her opponent and really got scared. He was huge, fully a head taller, and must have had 75 pounds on her. He obviously was determined to make good on his side of the bargain as he grabbed himself and pointed his hard-on at her across the fighting ring.

They were both told to disrobe, and the bell rang out loudly as the fans went wild with enthusiasm. Her opponent, the large hairy man with the hard on, came straight towards her, his dick bouncing before him as he neared closer to her corner. Sally began to sidestep around the ring hoping to escape, but there was little chance of that.

The man had been told to rape her or die. That was all of the incentive he needed to drive him on. He advanced grabbing with his meat like paws at her shoulders and arms, as Sally tried to fend him off. Upon reaching her, he swung a huge fist against the side of her head and dropped her to the mat.

Quickly he rolled her onto her back and forced her legs apart. Kneeling between her thighs he aimed his fully erect member at her pussy without foreplay or waiting for her to get wet. He was going to dry hump her into oblivion.

Sally was shocked by the pain as he began to enter and split her wide open. Sally twisted and rolled in protest, preventing him from completing his horrendous task. She grabbed one of his arms and pushed her ass away from him as he crawled after her on his knees. As he grabbed her knees and began to pull them apart a second time, Sally noticed his balls swinging before him and remembered the woman’s instructions an hour before.

“Grab his balls and squeeze as if your life depended on it’” She released his forearm and wrapped one hand around each of his dangling nuts. Sally squeezed with all of her might and felt his man meat squishing out between her thin fingers. He had an expression of shock on his face, with his mouth wide open, but no words escaping his tortured facial expression.

Sally drove her finger nails into his trapped nuts and rolled on top of him as he curled into a fetal ball and gasped for air in an attempt to mouth a protest. He soon lost all will to resist, lay on his back and dropped his arms and legs to the mat in a semi-conscious stupor. Sally drove her nails deep into his nuts and drew blood as he gasped a last murmured plea.

Sally realized she’d won, but was stopped from leaving the ring by the numerous guards and boos from the audience. The woman referee she’d met earlier appeared and told her, “You can’t leave while he’s still intact as a male, unless you’re ready to meet your next opponent.”

“Next opponent? How many times do I need to go through this?” Sally complained in a panic.

“You need three victories, or one submission before you’re allowed to leave. If you lose, you don’t walk out of the ring. If you win three bouts, then you are released unharmed close to your home or record. Now do you want to finish this opponent, or face a new man?”

Sally had no choice. She turned to see that he was up on one knee, clenching his teeth, and looking at her with a new found fury. She backed away towards a neutral corner as he limped after her, with his hands protecting his battered balls.

She was unprepared for his lunge, as he flew into her legs and pulled her down he punched her in her midsection. Then roughly grabbed her knees in an attempt to pry her legs apart and quickly finish the match. Sally began to fume!

She had shone mercy when he was down and injured. Now she would finish the contest in her own fashion. Sally made a fist, with her right index finger knuckle protruding. She punched his right eye with her knuckle driving deeply into his eye socket. He instinctively brought both of his hands up in defense to his face.

Sally saw the opening between his forearms, and drove her knuckle into his exposed throat, then his left eye as he gasped in shock and pain. His throat was again open and she continues her assault.

Getting up off of her back, she pushed him over and knelt between his thighs as he rolled back and gasped for breath. His hard-on was still there but not as firm as when he was ready to penetrate her.

Sally hooked one hand under each of his knees, and balanced on her left leg aiming her right heel towards his exposed balls. She used the bottom of her foot to repeatedly mash his balls into his pelvic bone. Holding his legs apart, she flattened his nuts seven times before he was able to roll on his side and curl into a protective ball.

Not wanting to go through this again, she reached under his ass and found her target. His swollen sac was much closer to her than it was to his hands. Sally worked her fingers around his meat, and pulled for all she as worth.

His hips left the mat, and his nuts were stretched a good eight inches away from his body. Squeezing until her forearms hurt, Sally moved her left hand above his trapped nuts, and began a rhythmic punching with her right hand. Each smack of her fist resounded in the now quiet arena, as money began to change hands between the betting crowd. The ladies side of the audience was electrified by the eminent demise of a man’s sexual organs. The men were shamed into silence and winched with each strike of her angry fist into this man’s damaged manhood.

Sally realized her opponent wasn’t resisting, and helped him roll onto his stomach as she knelt between his legs. He lay still with his balls resting on the mat as she raised her knee and took aim. His right nut was lying loosely, slightly further away from his crotch as she placed her weight down and above his testicle.

He moaned in a high pitched squeal as she placed all of her weight on the trapped testicle, knowing that he couldn’t pull away or defend himself. Sally felt the seed sac flatten and then slowly give as she applied more of her weight to her right knee. The end was obvious, the pop audible throughout the arena. Women came to their feet in unison, shouting and high-fiving each other and looking towards the men’s section with knowing smiles.

Sally was told that both nuts had to be destroyed for this match to count as one of her obligatory three. She returned to the prostrate body of her male opponent and used her fingers to locate the remaining testicle. She began squeezing it with her fingers, driving both of her thumbs into the center of his trapped ball.

Women we chanting “Squeeze, Squeeze, Squeeze,” as she gritted her teeth and tensed her hands with all of her strength. The damn thing just wouldn’t pop! Sally then changed tactics; she isolated and pulled his remaining testicle as far away from his body as she could. She laid in on the mat and stood between his legs looking down at her target. She turned 180 degrees away, facing his feet, lifted her right leg and placed her heel between his nut and his groin.

Sally lifted her leg once, then twice, perfecting her aim and began to stomp her heel on his last vestige on manhood. The women were going wild in the stands, each heel stomp found it’s mark and her third or fourth blow popped the ball. She continued her assault until she could no longer feel any resistance. Removing all doubt from anyone’s mind that both of his nuts were now a gelatinous mass of man mush.

The woman referee entered the ring and grabbed his injured and ruined sac, to be sure that he was finished as a man. She raised Sally’s arm in victory, turning slowly to face all of the bleachers. The men were morose in defeat and the women in the stands were grabbing their crotches, looking towards the men’s seat jeering them in victorious glee. Sally returned to her room to contemplate her next two fights.

The women rushed the ring to claim their prize, ripping the defeated male’s manhood as a trophy, and ensuring his demise, as he was dragged off to a trash dumpster where he would bleed to death. They then returned to their seats for the next contest of skill and strength. This would be a long evening.

ROUND 2

Sally must again fight a man in a life or death struggle.

Sally was surprised when three men met her outside of one of her favorite watering holes, and they held a cloth with chloroform over her face. She awoke in a rustic cabin, with a headache and an urgent need to relieve herself. A good-looking middle aged woman entered her room and began to list the “rules” for her up coming fight. This woman introduced herself as her referee and told her, “You will be engaged in one on one combat with a man, the looser will be killed by the crowd,” her mentor announced. “If the man rapes you, you will be gang raped by many of the men in the audience. Should you prevail, he will be literally torn apart by the ladies from the audience who’ve paid to watch. It’s winner take all.”

Sally was now convinced this was not a trick from any of her friends, she was in deep shit here. “What do you suggest?” she asked the woman.

“Eat a good meal to keep your strength up. Then in the ring, go for his balls! Don’t just kick, or punch them, but grab a hold and squeeze as if your life depended on it; because lady, it does. You need three victories or one submission before you’re allowed to leave. If you lose, you don’t walk out of the ring. If you win three bouts, then you are released unharmed close to your home.”

Sally won her first fight, and now prepared to meet her second opponent. Standing naked in the ring, she eyed the audience surprised at the large number of spectators. Her opponent was close to her height and weight. She figured he was five or six years older than her, but not in nearly as good of shape as she was. He was also naked, and his beer gut hid much of his pubic hair. Sally began to form a plan in her head.

They squared off across the ring, and she noticed he was getting an erection as his eyes moved over her firm curved body. Sally bounced up and down on the balls of her feet to make her breasts jiggle, teasing him and arousing him more until the bell rang for round one.

The combatants circled each other, and finally locked up, arms on each others shoulders. Sally knew that he was out of shape, and she could wear him down over time. She locked her elbows and kept him at arms length, forcing him to exert his energy pushing her body around the ring. She kicked her leg occasionally at his crotch to keep him off balance, protecting his balls.

He quickly began to breathe hard, and was sweating from the effort to get close to her. Sally was disgusted by his lack of conditioning and body odor, so she decided it was time to go on the offensive. Instead of pushing away, she grabbed his shoulders, stepped back and pulled him forward.

He was already pushing towards her, and was easily pulled off balance tripped and landed on his knees before her. From this height he was staring at her exposed groin and admiring the view of her pussy lips. Sally stopped pulling him, and pushed him to a vertical position with his knees spread wide. She didn’t hesitate to draw her right leg back, but paused to smile as he continued to eye her bare mound.

Sally’s foot drove hard from underneath his sac, up and through his balls trapping them against his pubic bone. She knew that he would be in shock and unable to move, so she drew her leg back for another kick. Balancing herself on her left leg and holding his shoulders, she repeatedly flattened his nuts with the top of her right foot.

The distinctive slapping sound rang out through the arena as the women in the audience cheered her on. Instinctively he tried to lean forward and curl into a fetal ball to end the torture of his testicles, but Sally had leverage standing over him holding his shoulders. His arms weren’t long enough to bring his hands between her foot and his bouncing balls. He was helpless, and began to panic.

Sally saw the desperation in his eyes and laughed. Seconds before he was staring at her pussy intent on rape, and now those same eyes were pleading for mercy. After 35 or 40 hard kicks, he began to go limp, falling backwards over his feet towards the mat. Knowing she couldn’t hold his body weight for long, Sally delivered one last kick with all of her strength and let him fall. The bottom of her shin and the front of her ankle devastated his swollen seed sac, mashing both balls into his unprotected groin.

He fell to his back, and rolled onto his side rocking slowly in a fetal ball of agony. Sally walked around his prone form enjoying the devastation she had wrought. Not wanting to let him fully recover she pulled his lower arm behind his back, bending it at the elbow she drove his hand up the middle of his back, placing tremendous pressure on his shoulder. To relieve the pressure he was forced to sit upright.

She increased the pain in his shoulder forcing him to his knees, then up onto his feet. He was shaky but she helped him balance as he limped to one of the corners of the ring. Sally pushed his arm over the top rope, pulled his hand palm out into the ring and interlocked the fingers of her right hand with those of his left hand. She tightly gripped his hand, pushing it down and back. He was forced up onto his toes in an attempt to relieve the pain in his arm.

Sally used her left knee and hand to drive his right leg over the middle rope, then his left leg so that he was spread eagled with his back to the turn buckle. His right arm was now wrapped over the top rope, and he lifted his head to look for mercy in her face. He saw only contempt and hate in her eyes, and knew the end of his manhood was eminent.

Wanting to savor her victory Sally was determined to use every attack she could think of to destroy his balls. Interlocking her fingers with his on both hands, she stepped closer and began driving her knees into his fully exposed groin. Alternating left and right knees she repeatedly flattened his bruised bollocks in her relentless assault. His face rested on her breasts as he let out a muffled scream as each knee connected.

Sensing his body give up resistance, she released his fingers and was satisfied that he would hang in place. She knelt on one knee and examined his discolored manhood. His balls were dark, a mix of red, and blue forming a purple to black shade inside their tightly stretched bag of flesh. She wrapped her left hand above his balls, pulling them tightly to the bottom of the bag, and began to punch them into her left palm with her right fist. The smacking sound was clearly heard over the noise of the crowd, as money began to exchange hands for the wagers that had been placed before the bout began.

Sally wrapped her fingers around each nut and drove her thumbs into the swollen man meat, one thumb into each trapped ball. His body tensed as she increased the pressure straining her forearms with the effort. She then released his balls, placed her left hand on his abdomen and began to thrust her right palm into his nuts. The crowd reacted to each blow, men wincing in sympathetic pain, and women cheering their heroine.

After two dozen strikes she stopped and re-examined is ball bag. There was only one nut to be found. Hugely swollen and discolored, but alone in its nest. She searched for remnants of the other testicle, but found nothing. Then she saw a slight bulge in his lower abdomen. She had actually driven one of his nuts back up into his body!

Not wanting to be denied her prize, she pushed above and down on his stomach until his nut re-emerged into the sac. He was not going to get off that easy; it would not escape her wrath. Sally massaged both of his balls down into the bottom of his bag and thought of a great way to end this match. She leaned forward and began to suck his nuts into her mouth.

Being too swollen to both fit in her mouth together, she drew the right testicle into her mouth first. Using her tongue to move it around, she placed it between her molars on the right side of her mouth. Adjusting his testicle so that it would not escape, she began to apply pressure on the center of the trapped testicle. Feeling equal amounts of nut meat pushing against her tongue and cheek, she clamped down until her teeth met in the middle. Not satisfied, she repositioned the larger pieces of his right nut and again chomped it with her teeth grinding it into putty.

Spitting it out she felt his bag to ensure it was gone. Sally noticed he was still semi-conscious and began to tease his remaining testicle with her fingers. He moaned softly and to her surprise he was getting erect. Not being totally heartless she grabbed and stroked his dick with her right hand as she sucked his remaining left testicle into her mouth.

The end came quickly. He shot his last load up and over her head onto his left leg, which was still draped over the middle rope. His cum was a mix of blood and semen. Sally clenched her teeth down on his remaining nut, popping it and winning the match to the cheers of both men and women for her obvious sportsmanship. The women rushed the ring to rip the defeated man’s groin apart for a small trophy keepsake.

He was dumped into the trash dumpster to become part of the local landfill. Sally was led from the arena to await her third and final fight.

ROUND 3

Sally must again fight a man in a life or death struggle.

Sally was surprised when three men met her outside of one of her favorite watering holes, and they held a cloth with chloroform over her face. She awoke in a rustic cabin, with a headache and an urgent need to relieve herself. A good-looking middle aged woman entered her room and began to list the “rules” for her upcoming fight. This woman introduced herself as her referee and told her, “You will be engaged in one on one combat with a man, the looser will be killed by the crowd,” her mentor announced. “If the man rapes you, you will be gang raped by many of the men in the audience. Should you prevail, he will be literally torn apart by the ladies from the audience who’ve paid to watch. It’s winner take all.”

Sally was now convinced this was not a trick from any of her friends, she was in deep shit here. “What do you suggest?” she asked the woman.

“Eat a good meal to keep your strength up. Then in the ring, go for his balls! Don’t just kick, or punch them, but grab a hold and squeeze as if your life depended on it; because lady, it does. You need three victories or one submission before you’re allowed to leave. If you lose, you don’t walk out of the ring. If you win three bouts, then you are released unharmed close to your home.”

Sally won her first two fights, and now prepared to meet her third and last opponent. Standing naked in the ring, she eyed the audience surprised at the large number of spectators. Her opponent was large and over weight, she was told that he had 7 victories and remained in the club because he liked to rape women. She was pissed off; he was a serial rapist responsible for the death of at least seven women. He was also naked, and his beer gut hid much of his pubic hair. Sally began to form a plan in her head.

They squared off across the ring, and she noticed he was getting an erection as his eyes moved over her firm curved body. Sally bounced up and down on the balls of her feet to make her breasts jiggle, teasing him and arousing him more until the bell rang for round one.

The combatants circled each other, and finally locked up, arms on each others shoulders. Sally knew that he was out of shape, and she figured that she could wear him down over time. She locked her elbows and kept him at arms length, forcing him to exert his energy pushing her body around the ring. She didn’t see him pull her closer with his left hand as his right fist caught her left temple knocking her temporarily senseless. Sally was staggered but kept on her feet.

He wasted no time, moving behind her and wrapping his hands around her throat cutting off her air supply. Sally was disgusted by his lack of conditioning and body odor, so she decided it was time to go on the offensive. She grabbed two of his fingers and bent them back quickly, snapping the knuckles and causing him to reel backwards rapidly. She moved towards him kicking his unprotected groin with her foot and following up with her shin repeatedly.

He was already leaning towards her, and could easily be pulled off balance, but she wanted to disable his upper body even more. Sally grabbed his smallest fingers, and again twisted them back and away, breaking two of his other knuckles. She then thrust her thumbs into his eye sockets and went for two more fingers before he could escape. Clutching his mangled hands close to his chest for protection, he left his balls unprotected and her knee made him pay dearly for this mistake.

Pistoning her knee between his thighs, she held his shoulders to maintain her distance and keep him vulnerable. When she could no longer hold his body weight, Sally allowed him to fall to his knees and drop before her on the mat. Sally then grabbed his right arm and pulled it out straight from his body, aiming her knee just down from his shoulder; she put all of her weight onto his upper arm.

The snapping sound of the broken bone caused most of the crowd to wince in sympathetic agony. She quickly broke the upper bone of his left arm, leaving him helpless and temporarily in shock from the pain. Sally pushed him onto his back and sat between his legs holding his thighs apart. She drew her leg back and aimed her heel at his dangling manhood. “Splat, Splat, Splat” echoed through the arena as she drove her heel into his exposed balls.

He flopped left and right trying to escape, but then lay still resigned to his fate. Unable to stop her or even use his hands to try and hide his swollen and damaged balls, he was totally defenseless. Sally held her foot against his groin using her toes to ply his nuts against his pelvic bone. He whimpered in pain but lay almost motionless fully exposed to her assault.

Sally looked towards the referee and asked, “The match isn’t over until I destroy his testicles, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, either he rapes you, or you destroy his ability to rape,” replied the ref.

“Well then this will be a long night, because I intend to torture him for a long time before I take his nuts,” Sally said with a smile. She slid her butt forward and trapped his balls between the soles of her feet and began to grind them slowly between both of her feet bottoms. The nut meat was discolored as it squished out between her feet, his high pitched screams filling the men in the audience with awe as they felt his pain. Sally was comfortable and in no hurry to move, but wanted to teach all rapists a lesson.

Sally rolled him onto his belly and knelt between is legs, trapping a testicle under her knee and grinding it into the mat. She was encouraged by the women of the audience chanting “crush them, crush them,” and she began to bounce her knee into his trapped testicle. It popped well before she had intended it to pop. Leaving her only one intact nut to torture, but she still ground the remains of his destroyed ball before she dared to attack his last vestige of manhood.

Sally stood and bowed theatrically to the women of the audience. They went wild with their cheers and jeers encouraging her to finish him off. Sally decided to pepper his remaining nut with the top of her foot, holding his feet apart and striking his ball with her foot and toes - watching it slap against his abdomen and bouncing back into her striking range only to be kicked again.

He made a feeble attempt to release his legs, but again realized it was useless and there was nothing he could do to escape or even protect himself. His balls (one remaining ball) were hers to do with as she pleased. He began to cry softly, from both the pain and his frustration at being completely helpless. Sally was not only unsympathetic, she felt empowered by his helplessness. A serial rapist, exposed, vulnerable and helpless - how wonderfully cool was that to behold.

She lifted one of his legs and rolled him onto his stomach. Placing both large toes on either side of his remaining testicle, she squished it horribly into the ring canvas; delighted by his screams. Sally managed to dig a toe nail into his ball and was pleased to see a drop of blood seep out onto the top of her toe nail. He was hers, totally and completely her property. She held his life, and soon his death in the palm of her hand, or more appropriately in the soles of her feet.

Sally released his trapped nut, and moved backwards. As he lifted his ass off the mat in an attempt to crawl away, she stepped forward and drove the top of her foot into his groin. This pushed him forward and laid him out flat again, face down on the canvas. His broken arms and hands would not support his weight, and he again tried to crawl to safety. Sally again kicked his ball flattening him onto the mat.

He women in the audience went wild cheering and flooding out of their seats to line the sides of the ring. Slapping the palms of their hands onto the canvas cheering Sally on to victory. Sally again kicked his exposed groin and lifted his feet up behind him until he quit struggling and left himself fully exposed to her assault.

Sally smiled at his weakness and ground the remains of his balls into oblivion as the women began to climb into the ring. She wanted to torture him more but realized he was now communal property and resigned herself to watching him be ripped apart by the other women in the ring. Mob rule ended his manhood, and she watched in amusement as he was emasculated by the ladies in attendance. Another rapist was off the streets and bleeding to death in a trash dumpster behind the arena. She wanted more…

Mind your P’s and Q’s - Part 11-14

By luigi77

PART 11

Lisa helps her student back to his place...

Jill and Pam left together, and Lisa decided to follow Dan home after he was able to walk and drive. Dan had offered to bring her home several times after their private sessions. Wanting to keep their relationship professional, she had always declined. Tonight after watching the other two women, she felt lonely and figured Dan was the best thing to happen to her in a long time.

After letting the girls out, Lisa locked up and went back to help Dan get dressed. “You got to see other Martial Arts forms of attacks tonight, but I don’t think you’re ready for multiple attackers just yet.” Dan didn’t respond.

“I figure that you got it pretty rough tonight, maybe I should follow you home tonight. To make sure you get there alright. Besides, I’ve been thinking that I should have visited your place before tonight. Is that alright, Dan?”

Dan was still groggy, but not senseless. He had trouble using his voice, as it felt like his nuts were stuck in his throat. “Sure, that’s fine,” he said. Then looking at her nipples pushing through her sports bra, he added, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Lisa wasn’t sure that her old beater would be able to keep up with Dan’s Porsche, but he was driving very cautiously, feeling sorry to have bought a car with a standard transmission. Every time he’d shift, his balls throbbed as though Pam was still pounding her fists into them.

Parking in the spacious circular driveway, Lisa was awed by the size of his home. A grey stone mansion that had been in his family for years. It was ridiculous for one man to live in a 5000 square foot house all by himself. “How could such an unassuming guy be surrounded by all of this opulence, and remain so humble?” Lisa was thinking as her mouth dropped agape in awe.

She tried to maintain a calm exterior, while helping Dan limp to the front door. Dan fumbled with his keys, and confessed, “I usually park in the garage. I don’t have guests very often. Thanks for coming over.” Lisa asked if he really lived alone, and he replied, “Shortly after my father died, mom moved to their home in Florida. I grew up here, so I’ve never seriously thought about moving.”

Lisa pressed, “Isn’t it difficult to keep this much house clean?”

Dan smiled. Most people asked about the value of the property. Lisa was different; he liked that and told her, “The cleaning service comes on Thursday. Other than that we can run around naked without anyone seeing of hearing us. I own eight acres, and it’s surrounded by a stone wall.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Lisa smiled, “Let’s get naked.” She pressed close to him and began to pull his shirt off over his head. They left a trail of clothing through the foyer, hall and living room on their way to the patio. Lisa surveyed the pool, but decided on having Dan lick her wet pussy while she sat on the side of the hot tub. Dan knelt in the warm water, soaking his swollen testicles as he serviced her through a wonderful series of orgasms. He loved the taste of her ‘love juice, vaginal fluid, pussy pulp, mounds moisture’. Dan’s mind wandered gleefully as he sucked her nub, reveling in bringing her pleasure.

He had cleaned her clit a half dozen times over the last two months. He had never been allowed inside of her. He had never been in any shape to try for normal sex, after her brutal assaults on his manhood. She would use his tongue for her pleasure, and then she usually gave him a reach around after he had fully serviced her needs. She said it would help relieve the pressure from his swollen sac. Lisa truthfully told Dan that she wasn’t using birth control which she used as an excuse to deny him straight sex.

Dan lay on the deck beside Lisa, their feet in the warm water of the Jacuzzi. Lisa reached over and softly squeezed his erection. She stood between his legs, caressing his balls with her fingertips. Amazed at the size of his balls after an evening of abuse. She loved torturing them. Leaning forward and kissing each ball, slowly moving her lips around each orb sucking and licking the tightly stretched scrotum. His balls were so swollen that even the warm bath failed to slacken his bag.

Dan moaned in pleasure and pain. Hoping for her to take his throbbing cock into her mouth next, he tried to fight the urge to spew as she stroked his meat. There was no denying her anything, he gave in and shot his load all over his own chest and abdomen. Closing his eyes and arching his back he couldn’t see how bloody his ejaculate was. Lisa washed him clean with a couple of handfuls from the hot tub.

He begged her to spend the night. Cooking for her, opening a wonderful bottle of wine, giving her a back rub, and washing her softly in the shower. Dan slept with his head resting on her belly, symbolically at her feet. He serviced her again in the morning, made her coffee, and ran to the store for fresh pastries as she bathed. He loved treating her like a princess, it felt so right. Lisa felt like she had adopted a puppy, a wealthy, good looking and very devoted puppy who gave great head.

PART 12

Lisa becomes Dan's personal trainer, his balls become hers...

Their training sessions continued for almost three more weeks, when Lisa announced that she was offered a position at another gym, across town. They were offering her more money, with benefits! She had been living without medical, dental and a retirement account since she graduated from college. She just couldn’t, in her right mind pass up this opportunity.

Dan was dumbstruck! “Can we meet at this new gym?”

Lisa shook her head, “Not like we do here. I have the keys as Assistant Manager here; I’ll only be an Instructor at the other gym. I’m sorry Dan, believe me, this has been great fun. I truly enjoy our time together.”

“How much will this job pay you?” he asked, with a distant plan forming in his head. “I know that’s very personal information, but maybe I can match their offer.” Lisa listened as he continued, “I have two medical and retirement plans at the factory, and shipping firm I inherited from my father. You could work for my company as a personal trainer, and be covered under those benefit packages.”

Lisa couldn’t believe her ears. He couldn’t be talking about more than a couple of hours a week work at the most. His balls couldn’t take much more torment than she was already giving them. She looked him in the eyes and slowly said, “I’m making mid-30’s here, they’re offering me over $40,000 salary and benefits at the new gymnasium. You couldn’t match that could you?”

Dan smiled, “Match it, hell I’m prepared to offer you $50,000 a year, and better benefits.” Lisa was in shock. Dan thought her silence was hesitation so he sweetened the deal. “You can even live at the mansion; the southern wing has three bedrooms and your own private bath. I’ll even buy you a company car to replace the ‘college classic’ you’ve been driving.” Lisa was thrilled!

That night’s session almost ruined him. He no longer needed to be restrained; he held his legs as wide as possible to allow Lisa to condition his testicles. She was so excited that she lost count of her punches, and squeezed his testicles flat on a half dozen occasions. She treated him to another hand job at the end of the evening, pleased that his balls measured larger than any other evening after her abuse.

They were both happy with the arrangements. Although Lisa was hesitant to move into his home and leave her apartment, so Dan recommended she keep it until she felt comfortable in the south wing. She kept if for one additional month, before moving in full time to her new home. Here she ruled the roost; she could attack his balls any time day or night. The maid service was let go and he picked their cleaning chores with her inspecting his work.

Severe consequences awaited his testicles if he didn’t satisfy her with his efforts. They both knew she’d find a reason to bust his balls several times a day. He loved the way it pleased her to mash his meat. It was worth his pain to see her smile. He could tell how happy she was by the wetness of her pussy after a particularly brutal ball busting session. Dan licked her to orgasm almost daily.

Within three months he proposed marriage. Lisa had expected this and wasn’t unhappy; she didn’t want to lose her power over him, so she was pretty specific about what her idea of how their marriage was going to be. Already on one knee, Dan dropped to both knees and promised to worship and serve her even more as her spouse. “Prove it,” Lisa demanded, “Offer me your balls; they will be mine to do with as I please.”

“They already are your balls, Lisa. I love you, I NEED you. More than life itself, certainly more than my balls, I mean your balls.” Dan said looking up at her. He then stood, removed his trousers and put his hands behind his back. Lisa wrapped her fingers around her balls and accepted his offer.

There was a small ceremony at the mansion a couple of weeks later, and Dan was finally allowed to enter the vagina he had been tasting for six months. While he was cumming, Lisa grabbed and squeezed the sperm out of his balls so violently he cried out loud. Lisa rolled him on his back, and forced him to lick her gash clean of his own cum. There was no misunderstanding who wore the pants in this family.

Lisa became legal owner of half of their 300 million dollar fortune in cash and personal property. The factory and shipping companies brought in 2.3 million a year in profits, and were valued at over 275 million in assets. The business was run well by competent managers, the money was invested well and diversified, so Lisa decided that they would travel and enjoy life.

In their travels, she developed an affinity for foods made with testicles. Sheep, bulls, even horse balls were delicacies when properly prepared. She became bolder about contacting professional Mistresses who specialized in cock and ball torture and ball busting. With unlimited funds and their winning personalities, they attended private parties, filming sessions and even castrations.

Lisa wanted to abuse and even break a man’s balls before they were removed. With unlimited funds, she bought testicles on the black market. She met and hired the best female chef, at a private Bar-B-Q in New Mexico. Patty shared her love of torture of male slaves, and gladly agreed to serve Lisa the most finely prepared men’s balls, as well as animal cuttings when humans weren‘t available.

Often a man in financial straights would sell only one testicle, to earn some quick cash. Other times they would offer both their nuts, with the desire to be cut by a beautiful domineering lady. Lisa would always tenderize the meat before harvest, and would eat ‘her’ testes in a variety of dishes.

PART 13

Lisa re-defines the meaning of P's and Q's...

Years ago sailing vessels would mix rum in their drinking water to keep the water from going bad on long voyages. A sailor’s rum ration was measured in pints and quarts. Young sailors were told to Mind your P’s and Q’s, so as not to get drunk, miss their duty station, or worse yet fall over board.

Lisa had an idea on how to keep her supply of testes from running out. She wanted her own ‘rum ration,’ she put a price on a pint and a quart of human testicles. The concept was to buy them with a volume measurement, not by the pound. That way, the women harvesting the man meat would be encouraged to swell them as much as possible before they were harvested. She would get tenderized man meat delivered in glass jars soaking in alcohol to preserve them.

She could still travel and collect her own nuts at her leisure, but would have a steady supply waiting for her enjoyment on a regular basis. The word spread that she was offering $50,000 for a pint and $125,000 American dollars for a full quart jar. She also offered a $50,000 bonus for both the first pint and the first quart to be delivered. Flyers with ‘Mind your P’s and Q’s’ were e-mailed, faxed and mailed throughout the world.

Many women world wide began to collect man meat in hopes of being the first to fill their jars. The variety of collection methods varied widely, and Lisa loved to hear first-hand accounts of how the women collected their share of swollen nuts.

A FemDom Mistress in New York began offering discounts to masochists, giving extended sessions and going topless for her slaves if they would donate a nut or two to her collection. She took her time repeatedly mashing their balls to get maximum swelling before their de-nutting. The men would sign legal waivers, before or often during sessions. With their minds clouded by the pain of her abuse, and the pleasure of her teasing and denial, they would offer her anything in their obsessive haze. Most of them were actually paying her to abuse them and therefore to harvest their manhood as well.

A women’s self-defense instructor in Philadelphia would hunt rapists and chauvinistic pigs throughout the old city late at night. She would pretend to be lost or drunk to lure them in close. Thinking her to be an easy mark, they wouldn’t be prepared for her attack until they were curled in a ball in a smelly alleyway. She would tie their hands behind their backs, duct tape a gag in their mouths and remove their pants. She would then work over her personal ‘punching bags’ with foot stomps, knees, open palm strikes and squeezes. Long after the men would pass out, she would continue to increase the swelling of their ruined meat.

Most testicles in her collection were damaged but that was still within the rules. No scrotums were allowed, vas deferens, spermatic cords and veins were acceptable attachments. They had to be kept fresh in at least 80 proof liquor or pure ethanol. The hunt was on.

In India a woman from the upper caste system was harvesting the balls of lower class, and untouchable men. Often these poor beggars would willingly offer their seed sacs for a small sum which amounted to several years’ income. Honored to be given the attention of the high ranking lady and her servant girls. Although it was not allowed for her to touch the men or their testes, she enjoyed clipping the cords after her young servant girls brought them to full size swelling.

Two young college coed students in France decided to combine their harvest and split the money for tuition. They were soccer players on the University team, and would lure men with advertisements as escorts. Often acting together with a special two for one deal, they would kick their victims’ balls repeatedly. Taking turns holding his legs apart until long after they passed out. They would pick the fruit, and leave him alone and ball less in his hotel room. A quick sewing of the wound kept them from accidentally killing any of their Johns.

Worried about ingesting diseased testicles, Lisa asked a lady doctor she met at a leather munch. She specialized in infectious diseases and taught Lisa’s chef, Patty, how to safely cook all of the testicles. Explaining the alcohol also helped to stave off bacteria. With the knowledge that they were safe, Lisa tried baked balls, fried man fruit, sautéed sperm-makers, braised bollocks, tossed testes in a salad, and even tried puréed penis from a eunuch. But her favorite was a white sauce Patty made which had the consistence of sperm. That gave them both a sadistic pleasure to think about it while she ate.

In Indonesia a rebel woman soldier would castrate the men her unit killed during their raids. She had a small guillotine she would use on the dead men first then she would stomp and beat their prisoners before slicing off their bruised balls. She was actually the first to collect a Pint for testicles, but without access to a post office she had to wait to collect her reward.

Two lesbian lovers in Central America were the first to deliver a full pint of nut meat. They used the machismo attitude of the Latino men and the beauty of the younger submissive lesbian partner as bait. She was deceptively petite and in great shape. She carried a black belt in two separate disciplines, and had her butch partner waiting in the shadows. Tequila and unprotected border crossing points between countries gave them access to exploit horny young men from rival tribes. They enjoyed both the emasculation of men, and their life long hatred of the opposing native population to fuel their passionate collection of swollen man meat. They used their earnings to purchased land and build first a bar/ whore house, and then apartment houses to rent out.

Lisa enjoyed the taste of testicles marinated in tequila; Patty prepared them with lime juice and fried peppers. That jar made almost a dozen meals, and reassured Lisa that her program of Pints and Quarts was destined to succeed. She still kept busy collecting balls on an individual basis. Taking her time to pummel the man’s fully exposed nuts, until they wouldn’t swell any further, and then cutting them free with her own hands. They always seemed to taste better if she witnessed their removal.

PART 14 (conclusion)

Lisa says goodbye to Dan and the twins...

Dan felt pleased to give Lisa the means to fulfill her dreams, and traveled with her supporting and worshiping her during their travels. He watched as the jars of alcohol soaked testicles were arriving. Patty would giggle and look at his crotch as he brought them into her kitchen. “What about you donating to your wife’s collection, Dan? I’d take great care to prepare your meat to perfection for Lisa.”

Dan blushed but didn’t reply. He knew that he’d have to tell Lisa his secret very soon. His physician had diagnosed him years before with the same heart disease that killed his father, uncle and grandfather. Now Dan was beginning to show symptoms. He had less than a year to live, and his physician estimated that he had less than three months.

While Lisa made a rare solo trip to New Mexico for a two day ‘smash and grab’ harvest of both balls and a penis, Dan was admitted to the local hospital with a severe coronary attack. His EKG, showed massive scar tissue and the prognosis was dismal. He demanded to be brought home to die. Lisa came home to find him on life support machines in the master bedroom.

“Lisa, it’s time for me to go. I won’t last much longer, please take your balls from my body and let them serve you one last time. I couldn’t think of another way of showing my love and devotion to you. You are my reason for being, please make me a part of you.” Dan was pleading.

Lisa was devastated. The money was nice; her testicle collections were fun, but this was serious, she loved Dan. How could she possibly deny his dying wish? “Of course I’ll accept your offer. I’ll swell them one last time, and Patty will prepare a special meal that I’ll eat in front of you. You’ll be remembered for always taking it like a man. We’ll set the harvest whenever you’re ready, as it may kill you in your present condition.”

“Lisa, I don’t want to live like this. Let’s spend another day together then drain me one last time before you swell and remove your meal.” Dan kept a stiff upper lip as he spoke, and seeing Lisa nod her head in acquiescence, he began to get hard thinking about her last opportunity to attack his manhood. “Please don’t hold back, make this a session to remember - for me, for us.”

Lisa was softly crying, thinking, “Have I taken him for granted? Should I tape our session and relive his last orgasm? Would it be merciful to take him tonight, now, is that the merciful thing to do?”

Dan watched his father go through the same illness and knew he was going to go downhill fast. Lisa and Patty prepared everything for his last meal; of course he was the meal. Patty bought fresh herbs, a great cooking sherry, the best of everything. For years she had teased Dan about cooking his meat, and now that she was actually going to get him in her skillet, she was going to do it right!

Lisa decided to drain Dan’s balls, and brought him to orgasm four times throughout the evening and morning of his emasculation. Lisa saved the sperm for Patty to cook with as this would be a very special meal.

True to her word, Lisa made this last session their best. She worked his balls over with her fists for 15- 20 minutes, and let them swell for 5- 10 minutes. Then she’d begin knees mercilessly driving her knee cap between his legs. After another rest period, she squeezed his meat while they were still small enough to wrap her fingers around them. This went on for three hours, feet, fists, heels, shins - all directed at his unprotected nads. Dan had been trained well; he took her best without losing consciousness.

The swelling was tremendous, Lisa smiled and said, “I‘m sure glad I worked up an appetite, your balls are huge. This recipe calls for crushed nuts, we can do it after they‘re removed if you‘d like.”

Dan was adamant, “No please, don’t stop.”

Lisa always enjoyed squeezing, so she decided that was how she’d crush his balls. They were too large for a single hand, so she wrapped both hands around his right testicle and began the pressure. Slowly driving her palms together, she managed to get them within a half inch of each other, but couldn’t pop his nut. Her months of training had toughened them up. Lisa finally had to drive both thumb nails directly into the center of the trapped right testicle. Dan was moaning loudly as they both felt if give under the onslaught, the scrotum didn‘t rip but she could feel the orb distort. Lisa took advantage of the breech, repeatedly driving the sides of her thumbs into the torn testicle.

When she had ripped it length wise, she changed tactics. Her right fist began pounding his damaged man fruit into a mushy pulp. She had actually worked herself into a sweat, and took a rest before destroying his left nut. Patty was drooling as Lisa began to open the scrotum and spill out the shredded seed sacs. Dan watched as Lisa cut them free and dropped them into a stainless steel bowl Patty was holding.

Patty lifted one of the deflated nuts and rolled it softly in her fingers, looking at Dan and giggled like a school girl. Even destroyed, they were easily the largest nuts she had even prepared. Patty gently kissed the testicle and dropped it back into the bowl. Looking Dan in the eye and licking her lips.

Too large to be eaten whole, Patty slices the testes into strips. They were seared at a high heat in a thin layer of peanut oil. Lightly seasoned with herbs and whipped butter, the sperm was added after cooking in a sherry sauce. Dan watched the preparation, and Lisa didn’t let them cool down before greedily savoring her first bite. Patty begged for a taste as there was more than enough to go around. Both girls kiss and thank Dan throughout the meal; it’s a celebration, not a time for morning.

The events were more than Dan’s heart could withstand. Four orgasms, the beatings and finally the destruction and cutting of his manhood. He fell asleep that evening after the meal was over, and did not awaken in the morning. Dan was buried in the family plot, and Lisa consoled herself be visiting the women who had filled their jars of testicles, and personally paid them in cash. She loves to hear first hand the stories of how they collected the man meat.

She started her own self-defense school, with an emphasis on training men to prepare for an unprotected attack on their testicles. Her evenings are spent with several female assistants, pounding naked male student’s balls, and using the same cloth tape measure that she used to measure Dan‘s swollen balls. You can hear her three nights a week, “Swelling is the key ladies; these men deserve to get the training they’re paying us to give them. That’s right, squeeze that testicle!!”

Mind your P’s and Q’s - Part 6-10

By luigi77

PART 6

Self-Defense instructor, training her student’s balls to take a hit, gets off on making them swell. She drains them...

Without hesitation she stepped forward between his legs and placed both of her bare feet on his swollen glands. They were so big, that Lisa almost lost her balance. She stepped back grabbed his feet, and bending his legs at the knees lifted his feet up behind his ass. Using them to balance her self she again placed her feet on his baby makers. Lisa held them in place with her toes and began to shift her weight forward.

Planning to gradually apply weight, she accidentally lost her balance and squished them flat into the mat. Dan Moaned but couldn’t move or intelligently speak words of protest. Lisa regained her balance, but liked the feeling, so she began to rock forward and back, pumping his nut meat with her weight.

She had been concentrating so much on keeping every attack in their workout, that she was surprised at how sexually stimulated she had become. Her panties were soaked through, and she was breathing way too erratically to have been caused by the physical exertion. While rolling him onto his back seemed like a good idea, she decided to head for the lockers and take care of her own needs first - allowing Dan to recover.

In the locker room she stripped on one of the wooden benches, but couldn’t wait to get into the water before she was wildly stoking her clitoris, head back mouth agape, envisioning his dark and ever so swollen nuts completely filling his painfully stretched scrotum. Orgasm after orgasm swept through her body, until she felt a slight cramp in her right thigh. Wow, that hadn’t happened since high school.

After cleaning herself, dressing in street clothes and returning to the sparring room; she found Dan still laying on the floor in a semi fetal position. She used the progress form on the clip board to document his progress, and again measured the length, width and circumference of his wounded manhood.

While she was inspecting his bruised balls for any signs of rupture, his erection came back with a vengeance. He was trying to rub his cock against her hands, thighs against anything. Lisa obviously understood his needs, but needed to keep this professional, so she had to word her statement correctly. “Your testicles feel very taunt, almost ready to burst,” she began.

Dan thought, “Ready to burst in more ways than one!!”

Lisa wrapped her left hand around his erection and began to slowly stroke his cock from its base to his throbbing mushroom shaped head. Keeping her right hand cupping and massaging his balls, she suggested, “We should relieve some of the pressure to prevent internal injury.”

Dan couldn’t agree more, as he instinctively pushed his hips against her stroking hand. He tensed his whole body less than a minute later and shot a wad of cum which streamed more than a foot into the air. Spraying his stomach, the mat and Lisa’s hand with a thin watery mixture of semen, blood, and clear edema fluid from his swollen nuts. He experienced both ecstasy from the long built up orgasm, and agony from the pulsing in his damages orbs. He wailed like a child.

Lisa kept stroking him until long after the last drops dribbled out, and his manhood had gone limp. Never before had she felt so moved watching a man cum and she felt completely responsible for both his torment and his release. She owned his balls; they were hers to command, and she felt powerful!

She grabbed a gym towel and mopped up his mess, taking time to wipe his privates of any sign of blood. Then assisting him to his feet, she handed him his clothes and turned him towards the men’s locker room. It was only after he left, that she took the time to compare the results of her measurements. His balls were more than triple their original size! From the average size of a medium chicken’s egg to the size of an orange. Wednesday they were more like lemons, Unbelievable! She couldn’t wait for Monday’s lesson.

As they were leaving the building Dan invited Lisa to dinner. His voice was weak, and his confidence low unsure if he could even eat right now. But she was enthusiastic, hell it was Friday night, and he was bound to offer her something better than a microwave instant dinner.

Dan chose a quiet family owned Italian place, where their casual attire wouldn’t make them feel out of place. Over dinner they learned more about each other, and became closer then either one thought possible after such a short time.

Lisa explained how she got started in the martial arts, and how she never expected to end up working at a gym, especially with her college degrees. It just seemed to work out that way.

Dan confessed that the men in his family had a history of heart ailments and he was directed by his physician to keep up an intensive cardiovascular program. He chose the martial arts for the additional benefit of self-defense. He thanked her for her private lessons and personal attention.

“No Dan, really, it’s my pleasure,” she said thinking how he had no idea how hot she got working his balls over. She mentioned the swelling, and how she hadn’t expected his testicles to expand that dramatically.

He didn’t know what to expect either, but “she was the professional, he’d leave it in her hands”.

“In my hands,” Lisa thought, “three times a week they will be in my hands.” She smiled shyly and realized she was getting excited again just at the thought of pounding his meat. She had wanted to do this since she began studying the arts, and she certainly intended to enjoy it as long as she could make it last.

PART 7

Lisa trains her student's testicles to take a punch, but gets more interested in getting them to swell.

After supper, they went their separate ways, neither wanting to ruin a good thing. They’d meet on Monday, but both felt closer then they wanted to admit out loud.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday they’d meet just before the gym closed for the evening. Although they’d spend only about 45 minutes together in a training session, Dan still paid for both hours of instruction. He was grateful for the personal attention, and Lisa was risking her job by being there like this.

To keep it from becoming too routine Lisa thought of new and inventive was to conduct his training. She would tie him to the corner turnbuckle in the boxing ring. His arms over the top ropes, knees wide with his legs over the middle rope, feet resting on the bottom rung. She’d press her body in close and drive her knees alternatively left and right into his fully exposed nads, pounding them mercilessly until he hung his head in a state of shock. Then she’d rest his face on her sports bra, stroke his hair and comfort him for a minute, before stepping back to launch dozens of front kicks into his mangled meat.

Sometimes while he hung there in the corner, Lisa would drop to one knee and drive straight punches into his balls. With her uppercuts, she could isolate one testicle and try to get it to swell while his other nut remained of relatively normal size.

Of course her favorite attack was the open hand squeeze. She stopped several times through each session to ‘inspect’ for damage, but invariably she’d end up causing even more damage. His nuts were always warm and she loved the way they’d slide effortlessly in the synovial fluid of the sac. Early in a session she’d pull his balls and stretch the spermatic cords to loosen him up for later abuse.

She noticed that by holding a firm squeeze for a minute, releasing her grip then squeezing again; she was actually squishing the fluid from his testes, like a sponge or a piece of citrus fruit - fascinating. Then after she’d finish, they re-swelled bigger than before she started squeezing.

Size, that became her goal. How large could she get his testicles to swell? She was determined to find out. She did internet searches, read medical texts and spoke to a friend who worked in the local hospital emergency room. Her friend had seen several destroyed testicles from motorcycle and industrial accidents. She had even been working when a guy was brought in after he pissed off his dominatrix.

“Were his balls swollen,” asked Lisa, trying not to seem overly interested.

“His one nut was huge, but the other had deflated after she drove her spiked heel right through his nut. The doctor had to remove it because it was destroyed,” her friend explained.

“Then what did you do with the testicle?”

“We have to incinerate all medical waste.” Then she leaned close and confided, “But not right away. One of the nurses put his nut in a jar with some alcohol to preserve it. You could see where the shoe had punched a hole right through the center of his ball; the nurse put a piece of a pencil through the hole before she put it in the jar. It was a great shot, and we teased the male employees. One nurses’ aide said they eat testicles in the west. Rocky Mountain or Prairie Oysters are Bull or Sheep testicles, you know.”

Lisa wondered out loud, “I wonder what they taste like…” Then, realizing she said that out loud, she added, “…or what a man’s balls would taste like.”

“Kind of chewy, I’d imagine,” remarked her friend. “Covered with a tight white sheath, almost like a nylon fabric.”

Lisa smiled, “I guess you’d have to tenderize them first. Use a meat tenderizer.” They both laughed. Lisa thought to herself, “Or slice them into thin strips.”

To keep the training of Dan’s testicles from becoming routine, Lisa would vary the sequence of attacks. Today she would start with kicks, then knees, punches, stomps and always adding several hand-squeezing sessions throughout. If his testes didn’t swell larger than they had in the previous days beating, she’d continue another round of abuse until they ‘measured up’.

She would always start out fast and furious, getting his mind into a state of shock. Then he wouldn’t be able to scream, or protest her choice of punishment. He’d just make some primal animal moans with an occasional squeal when she surprised him or when she went a little too far.

PART 8

Self-Defense Instructor trains her student’s balls, and rides his face...

After four weeks of training him to accept the pain, he wasn’t going into shock as quickly. Even under some pretty severe direct attacks to his unprotected nuts, he wasn’t getting that ‘thousand yard stare’ that Lisa was accustomed to seeing. So she asked him, “Dan I think you’re ready to try sparring again, what do you think?”

Dan was already naked, standing in the middle of the boxing ring. Her question took him by surprise, so he didn’t quite know what to say. “Sure, if you think I’m ready, I’ll try not to let you down. Do you want to start tonight?”

Lisa had just climbed into the ring, and was still fully dressed. “Yes, tonight. Let’s spar now and see how long you can stay on your feet.”

Lisa took a stance and began stepping to her right in a circling movement. Dan matched her motions preparing to defend himself. He partially blocked two jabs to his head, but kept his guard low expecting a groin attack.

The third strike was a combination of punches. The first was a left jab, which drew his guard and left him open for a solid right to the temple. Stunned, he staggered back a step or two. Lisa pressed her advantage, peppering him with fists to the chin, ear, eye, jaw and again straight into his temple.

Dan was backed into the ropes with increasing speed, and when he bounced off the ropes towards her she was ready! Her right foot slammed both of his balls hard, recoiling quickly for a follow-up shin as he moved off the ropes still closer into her. Lisa grabbed his shoulders, holding him still and began pile-driving her right knee into his groin.

Both of Dan’s balls were repeatedly flattened into his pelvic bone, as he tried to reverse his course. He stepped back into the top rope, leaning way back off balance but held vertical by Lisa’s grip on his shoulders and the top ring rope under his shoulder blades.

Dan had a confused look on his face. The pain was rapidly clouding out all chance for reasonable thought. He couldn’t move.

Wham, Wham, Wham! “Damn her knee keeps coming,” he thought, “I can’t move. I’ve got to bend over and block with my hands.” But he was being held up right by her hold on his shoulders.

Wham, Wham, Wham, Wham! “Try to fall to the mat…” But the top rope and her grip held him in place.

Wham, Wham, Wham, Wham! “Oh my balls can’t take much more.”

Lisa saw the look in his eyes turn to a panic as he took an incredible number of knee shots to his testicles. She was absolutely in heaven! The soft meat dangling in front of his body cushioned her blows, so that she heard each impact but felt only a water balloon of pressure. Dan’s facial expressions were hilarious; he was trying to think, trying to move, and just standing there taking every shot.

As Dan’s eyes began to roll back in his head, Lisa stopped her knee assault. She took a half step back, helping him to collapse as she gave him room. On his way down to his knees, she couldn’t resist driving her foot into his exposed plums. He wasn’t going to learn anything if she didn’t keep him alert.

Lisa’s foot connected three quick strikes, as Dan grimaced and curled into a fetal ball at her feet. Her foot caused considerably more pain than the lighter knee shots. She looked at the clock and was disappointed, not even two minutes. “Dan I don’t think you’re ready to spar yet; you didn’t even last two minutes.”

The disappointment in her voice was obvious. Dan heard it, and tried to return to his feet. He rose to a sitting position, but couldn’t go any further right away. “I’ll keep trying, I want to be there for you,” he managed to say in a low voice.

His sincerity moved Lisa. She was honestly attracted to him, but didn’t want to lose him as a client. She wanted to keep up a professional front, and in her confusion she went back to what they had been doing for over a month. Lisa slowly laid him on his back, knelt between his widely spread legs and grabbed his dick with her left hand. He was getting hard again! “He likes this almost as much as I do,” Lisa thought.

She instinctively made a fist with her right hand and began to throw straight punches into his vulnerable right testicle. She didn’t really think about it; it was the first nut she punched, so she kept on punching it as he lay back and accepted her fist. As he listened to the rhythm of her blows, he found himself spreading his legs wider to give her better access to his manhood. He had totally surrendered himself to her.

Lisa felt it, too. He was offering himself to her as nobody had ever done in her life. As she finished the punches and began squeezing his beleaguered balls, she realized how aroused she was becoming. It was time to bring this relationship to a new level. Lisa stood and loosened her trousers. Dropping them to the mat, she followed quickly with her panties.

Dan watched in quiet awe, as she brought the object of his undivided attention closer to his eyes. She stepped over his chest, and sat on his neck and chin facing his feet. He looked at her tight bare ass as she slid her mounds in place over his mouth, rubbing herself on his lips.

Dan didn’t need to be told, he began liking her pussy before he even noticed how wet it had already become. He lapped her like a dog does an ice cream cone. Up and down, left and right, not with a plan or with much thought; but with a great deal of enthusiasm. Lisa absentmindedly grabbed a hold of his nuts with both hands to steady herself as she rocked her bottom on his face. The closer she got to a climax, the harder she squeezed his manhood.

Dan began to panic again, as her grip cut off all blood flow to his balls, and in self preservation he began to concentrate more and more on getting Lisa to orgasm so she’d release his balls. Finally she threw her head back, mouth agape moaning, “Yes, Yes, Oh yes, don’t stop… Yes…”

Unfortunately for him, as Lisa threw his head back, she pulled his nut meat with her up and away from his groin. His balls were already bruised and swollen from her knees, kicks, punches and squeezing. The testicular torsion, from the pulling and twisting action drove him over the edge. He opened his mouth to cry out, but was gasping for breath and Lisa kept rocking herself over his open mouth looking for the next apex in her series of climaxes.

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, his vision blurred around the edges and he blacked out. Lisa kept rubbing her clit on his chin, and kneading his nuts in a glorious after glow. She was unaware that Dan was out cold. When she finally stood she thought, “Just like a man, asleep after sex.” She collected her clothes and skipped to the showers.

PART 9

Lisa invites two girl friends self-defense instructors, to help train her student's testes to withstand attacks from multiple attackers, using different styles and techniques.

Over the next couple of weeks, Lisa and Dan would spar for from 15 to 30 minutes, as his tolerance for pain increased. Dan was still naked, and Lisa continued to spar in her clothes, as he was still, ‘in training’. When he was able to recover from a series of blows, and continue to spar for a full 30 minutes; Lisa believed it was time that he spared with instructors from different martial arts disciplines.

Lisa had been asking several of her friends about fighting in the nude, kicking and attacking a man’s testicles for weeks. Two of her friends were definitely interested, Pam was a petite dark haired beauty who had a Black belt in Tae Kwan Do, and frequently taught women’s self-defense. Jill was a hard core lesbian, who really hated men. Jill wanted nothing more than to destroy a man’s genitalia.

Lisa didn’t tell Dan that her friends were coming and as he was stretching, buck naked in the boxing ring one Wednesday evening, the three ladies walked up to the ring together. Dan was shocked to be naked in front of three beautiful women, but he was afraid to stand up in the buff before them.

As they climbed into the ring Lisa announced, “Tonight we’ll see how well you defend yourself against assailants who have studied different martial arts disciplines than I have been using against you. And we’ll use multiple attackers, to see if you’re ready to advance to the next level. This is Pam and Jill. They have graciously agreed to come here on their personal time to help you.”

Dan was having trouble looking the women in their eyes, as they were very shapely and were all wearing sports bras with no blouse covering their erect nipples. “I don’t mind paying them for their time, either,” was all he could think to say.

“Good,” said Jill. “My time is very valuable.” She hated all men and was highly insulted that he was sporting wood, after staring at her titties.

Pam just smiled after noticing his erection, thinking, “With his dick sticking up, his balls are going to be completely exposed.” She placed her towel in a corner of the ring and began walking in a circle behind Dan.

Once Dan stood, and began to take a defensive stance, Lisa set the rules. “I’ll act as referee, until he can demonstrate that he can defend himself against three attackers. No eye gouging, no intentional breaking of bones, and tapping the mat will signal submission form a restraining hold. Okay, everybody ready… fight!”

Dan faced Pam to his left and Jill was bouncing on the balls of her feet to the right. Pam advanced with a quick succession of punches and a round house kick to Dan’s head. As he brought his arms up to block her attack, Jill saw the open crotch she was waiting for, and she drove her foot up and into his ball bag.

With his erection keeping his penis out of the way, his dangling nuts were unprotected, and received the full impact of Jill’s kick. She made solid connection with both balls, driving them up into his pelvic bone.

Dan dropped his guard, and his knees buckled. Both Jill and Pam stepped forward to help steady him, and were both grinning widely. They were here to bust some balls and the longer he stayed on his feet, the more fun they could have.

Dan opened his eyes, and took a tentative step back, regained his balance and prepared to defend himself. Pam figured it was her turn, so she used a palm strike to his temple, then moved in close and fired her left knee up into his balls from below. Pam began to bounce her leg up and down, smashing her knee cap into the bottom of his defenseless balls until he could no longer stand. She counted ten knees, but wasn’t too hung up on the details. She was ecstatic!

Jill felt cheated, how could she only have one nut shot, and Pam get what seemed to be at least a dozen so early in the fight. Jill stood over Dan as he rocked slowly in a fetal ball position, and pried his legs apart. She wanted to stomp his balls, but his hands were covering them, and she wanted skin on skin contact. So, Jill drove her fingers under Dan’s hands as he tried to protect his manhood. She wrapped her fingers around both of his balls, and began to squeeze the life of his man meat. Dan attempted to pry her fingers open, but only succeeded in causing more damage to his tortured testes.

It took him a minute and a half of grabbing her fingers, wrists, and pleading before he remembered to tap his hand on the mat to signal a submission. Jill reluctantly released her grip and moved away a couple of steps.

All three girls were breathing hard, and getting aroused by the unabashed abuse of a naked man. Dan was good looking, he was in great shape, and he was taking more abuse than any of them had ever know a man to be able to absorb. As he was rolling onto all fours in an attempt to stand, they all three moved in to help him up.

PART 10

Three on one should be every guy’s fantasy, but...

He barely stabilized his stance, when both Pam and Jill advanced towards him. He instinctively backed up until he hit the ropes, without a punch or kick being thrown. Jill looked at Pam and smiled. Without a word being spoken, they each grabbed one of his arms and pushed it back over the top rope.

“Alternating knees,” Jill said and Pam nodded in agreement. First Jill’s right then Pam’s left knee were driven between Dan’s legs. He tried to close his legs and drawl his hips back, but each lady was pushing his shoulders out over the top rope and his ass was resting on the middle rope of the ring.

Dan took about twenty knees, before his strength and will to resist caused his legs to hang limp and open. His bruised balls were perfect targets for both women. They took advantage by releasing his shoulders, and each grabbing his wrists with both hands. By pulling them forward under the top rope, and up wrapping his arm around the rope, his head and chest were pulled out of the ring - literally presenting his groin to their relentless pounding.

Lisa, the supposed referee was getting excited watching his balls bounce after each knee pounded them flat into his under belly. She naturally tried to look in his eyes, and realized he was semi-conscious at best. “Okay, break,” she called out.

Pam released Dan’s left wrist and stepped back, staring at the swelling and discoloration on his nuts after only a couple of minutes. Jill kept one hand on his wrist, wrapped her right hand around his throat and moved in close to have a little face to face talk with her prey.

“Dan, your balls are your weakness, and they are mine.” She pistoned her right thigh up between his legs, slapping his balls hard into his groin. Her thigh was wider then the knees he had been receiving and she left his manhood no room for escape.

Slap, Slap, Slap. “All men are weak; you pigs deserve no pity.”

Slap, Slap.

When Jill finally released his wrist and neck, Dan hung by his arms on the top rope, unable to collapse to the canvas. “I’ll help him get down,” Jill proclaimed and she stepped forward unleashing her foot in a full speed front kick to Dan’s vulnerable balls. She kicked him so hard he stood upright and when he fell back down his left arm came off the top rope. He twisted down and to his right, slumping in a wounded mass on the deck.

Pam was giggling at his predicament, Jill was intense, waiting for her next attack; and Lisa had snuck her fingers into her waist band - softly rubbing her clitoris from watching the spectacle.

Both Jill and Pam realized quickly that Dan wasn’t able to defend himself from an attack by more than one opponent. Since their initial assault, he wasn’t doing much defending from any attacker - but, ‘boy could he take a hit!’ Without speaking to each other, they just naturally began to take turns attacking him individually.

He was back on his feet, a little unstable as Pam cornered him against the turn buckle. She got him to keep his guard low, trying to protect his grotesquely swollen nuts. Then she drove a straight punch to his face. Off balanced by the blow, Dan threw his arms up and then back over the top rope to remain standing. His hips protruded as his back was arched, fully exposing his bruised and battered balls.

Pam placed her left hand against his throat, holding him in place and began to send uppercuts into his nut sac. Dan’s knees weakened and he slumped back with his arms over the top rope. He was held in a most vulnerable position. Pam continued her direct assault on his bag for 20 or 25 punches. As she let go of his throat, he didn’t fall as she expected, so she stepped back forward and alternated left and right uppercuts into his right and left nuts, respectively.

It was Lisa, acting as referee who saw Dan’s eyes begin to roll as he hung limp on the top rope. She called, “Break”, and watched Pam slowly rise and step back away from the turnbuckle. All three women watched in amazement as his dick hardened as rose above his stretched scrotum. His cock became rock hard, bouncing with each heartbeat as he hung by his arms moaning quietly.

Jill was upset. “That’s disgusting; he’s getting off on this abuse. How dare he?! I’ll get rid of that insult to women.” She then stepped forward and grabbed one of his nuts in each of her hands, surprised at the size of his swollen glands. She had trouble giving them a proper squeeze at first, but they got noticeably looser as she pulled, twisted and squeezed the juice out of them.

Every time she’d loosen her grip to get a better hold, Dan would shift uncomfortably as the blood rushed back into his savaged balls. His dick began to deflate, which only encouraged Jill to keep up her attack. She lifted his balls, stretching up to his navel, and watched as his feet left the floor. Jill held him there for a good 45 seconds before his weight tired her arms. Dan was dancing in mid air, vainly attempting to support his weight with his feet and not his manhood.

Jill lowered him until his feet touched the mat, when she noticed a couple of smears of pre-cum on her forearms. “You Gross Pig!” she yelled, and released her grip on his balls. She went into a furious kicking rampage, incensed that a man would dare spew his jism on her.

Having regained his footing, Dan managed to get one arm off of the top rope, twisted to free his other arm while Jill’s kicks tormented his efforts. She grabbed his shoulders to turn him towards her, and accidentally helped to free him. Jill drilled his bloated bullocks with another half dozen shins and feet before he dropped in a heap at her feet.

This time he didn’t look like he was going to recover. Lisa moved forward to inspect his package. She rolled his testicles feeling for a split, visually looking for blood pooling in his scrotum, and was pleased to find him intact. As she turned, she found Pam fingering her own clit, and realized how excited she herself had been getting watching a good looking guy’s nude manhood getting ravished.

Jill saw Pam beating off and took the opportunity to lend a hand. Pam was well past turning back and she helped by dropping her trousers and panties to her ankles. Jill placed one hand on Pam’s while the other slid between her thighs. Pam and Jill both lowered them selves to the mat and Jill licked her to multiple orgasms, in front of Lisa and Dan. He was totally oblivious to anything outside of his groin, but Lisa was watching and getting off on the unbridled demonstration of passion.