Jeannie - The Gauntlet, Parts 1 and 2
By funkyBusted
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Day 0
It was a few minutes before 5:00, and John was racing around trying to be ready for his daily inspection from Jeannie. It was a Saturday, so John had been home all day, and he couldn't help but notice that Jeannie had been looking his way and giggling. He was certain she had something special in mind for today, and based on how she was behaving, it was probably going to be nuts.
He stood at attention in the middle of the living room, his pants already off, folded neatly on the couch. John was ready for what was coming, Jeannie had given him a couple days off from hard beatings. She still did the daily inspection, but she just squeezed him for a while, and did whatever she felt like doing with him each day. He was pretty sure that Jeannie busted their neighbor Matt's balls on Thursday, because that night she was particularly easy on him. And Friday night she even let him cum into her hand.
Jeannie finally came out into the living room from the bedroom, John's cock was already getting hard from anticipation. Jeannie walked softly up to John, and reached down to hold his balls with her hand. She kneeled down and took a closer look at his balls, she could see the swelling had gone back down from a particularly vigorous session they had earlier in the week.
"John, I have something new for you, it's something we will do all week long," Jeannie said. "I'm calling it the Gauntlet, and you will have to run the Gauntlet this week. Each day of the Gauntlet will have a special theme, and I will be busting your balls in a different way each day."
"There's more John, you will get to cum today, but then you won't be cumming again until next Saturday, a week from today. You will have to earn the right to cum, and if you do, Saturday will be a very special day for you - I can guarantee that"
She was still holding his balls in her hand, softly fondling them.
"Are you in John, can you make it for a week?" she asked, "it won't be easy, I am going to do my best to drive you absolutely crazy. I'm doing this because I love you so, but there will be days where you are not going to be so sure about that."
She stood up slowly and pressed her knee into John's cock and balls. She kissed him slowly on the lips and pressed her knee harder and harder into his throbbing boner.
"I'm scared of you Jeannie, I know you, this won't be easy on me, will it?" John answered quietly, "but knowing you, I’m sure it will be worth it. So yes, let's get started."
Jeannie smiled at him, she knew he would go along, but it is part of her method that he must agree to it.
She was going to let him cum today, and she didn't want to hurt his balls too much before he began the Gauntlet, but still, he had a few days off, and she needed to see him on the ground.
She walked around behind him, and bent him over the coffee table.
"John, spread your legs apart, I need to get you ready for next week." she ordered.
John bent over, his balls hanging down behind him. He always felt especially vulnerable in this position, maybe even a little silly. Jeannie walked up behind him, cradling his balls in her hand. Then she pulled his balls backwards and tried to lift him off the ground with his balls.
"Yeoww!" John screamed out. "My balls!"
Jeannie laughed under her breath, and then dropped his balls, and quickly jammed her knee hard into his hanging balls.
John fell forward, dropping more of his weight on the coffee table, but managed to stay on his feet. She was still behind him, and his balls were still just hanging there out in the open, he was nearly scared to look back. And before he could, she took a full kick at his balls, lifting him off the ground a little.
John nearly dropped to the ground, his knees buckled, but he managed to keep his feet under him. He was gasping for air, close to vomiting, and completely lost in pain.
Jeannie looked down at John writhing on the floor and felt her pussy get wet. John was barely hanging on, and Jeannie felt the first wave of an orgasm starting. She reached her hand down and started fingering her pussy.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out. "Mmm, John I'm cuming"
She took his hand and pushed it between her legs, and she rode her pussy up and down his hand.
The orgasm came hard, and she felt like she was going to have trouble standing too.
"Fuck John, it's so good." she moaned. She continued to use his hand to rub her swollen clit.
She finally finished cuming, she was ready to call it a day, when she remembered, she had promised John he could cum today. She had so much fun busting his balls that she almost forgot.
John was on all fours at this point, his hands on the coffee table, and his knees on the carpet. She could see his balls hang down under him. She reached over to give them a gentle squeeze, but he was so sensitive that he practically jumped up at the touch of her hand.
"Oh, you poor boy," she cooed, "you don't have to worry, I'm done busting your balls today. Probably..."
She laid down on her back and slid her head under his hanging cock and balls. She grabbed his cock like a handle and pulled his balls down into her mouth. She gently sucked on his balls for a while, she could feel his cock getting harder and harder. She was stroking his cock with her hand, and sucking his balls in and out of her mouth. She knew he wouldn't last long with this treatment.
He was pushing his pelvis back and forth across her face, rocking along with the motion of her stroke. With each stroke she sucked his balls into her mouth.
"Oh shit, oh shit!", John exclaimed, "I'm cuming".
Jeannie moved her head up a bit and took his cock into her mouth. She gave him a good hard suck, and then grabbed his balls to ram his cock down her throat. She slid his cock back out of her mouth, licked the tip of his cock and ran her tongue up the underside. John moaned, it was just too much, he could feel the cum welling up in his balls.
She pushed his cock back into her mouth just as he started releasing a torrent of cum. It was nearly too much to swallow, so she pushed his cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat. He dumped another load of cum directly into her stomach.
He collapsed on top of her, trapping her head and arms under his body. His cock was still in her mouth, making it difficult to breathe, and unfortunately for John, her hand was still wrapped around his balls.
She pushed him up and squeezed his balls at the same time, and he rolled over in surprise.
"Sorry, " John said, "I didn't realize you were still under me, I think I might have fainted from pleasure"
"It's okay," she replied, "it will be a while before you cum again, I hope you enjoyed it!"
Jeannie and the Gauntlet Day 1 - Household items This is the first set of stories I wrote, it's fiction, and I got pretty nuts. Hope you all like it.
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The Gauntlet Day 1
John had enjoyed a peaceful Sunday at home, but in the back of his mind was what Jeannie really meant by him running the Gauntlet this week. He had to endure a whole week without cumming, and his reward would be a glorious Saturday after that week was up. But today was Day 1 of the Gauntlet, he had no idea what would happen next.
As 5:00 approached, he got himself ready for Day 1, he took off his clothes, and made his way to the middle of the living room where he stood at attention waiting for Jeannie. His mind wandered, wondering what kind of terrible torture Jeannie had cooked up for him, but before he knew it, it was time for the inspection.
Jeannie came out of her room wearing a maid's outfit, the skirt was short, and Jeannie's ass cheeks were peeking out of the bottom. The top of the outfit included a push up bra, and Jeannie’s breasts looked like they were fighting each other to get out of her top. She had on her favorite ball busting pointed high heels in black, and nothing else.
John couldn't help but stare at her long legs, and she walked back and forth in front of him doing a small fashion show. His cock quickly got harder and harder as he imagined it between her tits or rubbing between her ass cheeks.
She had a feather duster in her hand, and she walked up to him with it extended to reach under his balls. She tickled his balls with the feathers. He knew well enough by now not to move or make a sound, but he was a bit ticklish, and he squirmed some.
Then she flipped the duster around, so that now the wood handle was right under his balls.
WHACK! He felt the handle smack him in the balls hard.
Whack, whack, whack.
It was a very effective way to send him into spasms of pain, he tried his best to hold still, but it was hard not to buckle under the intense hits.
"Do you like my new outfit?", she cooed in his ear. "And especially my new duster, it has so many uses."
She walked over to the cabinet and put a little oil on the end of it.
"Bend over." she commanded, and she pushed the handle of the duster up his ass. She slowly fucked him in the ass with the duster, and at the same time, reached down with her other hand to give his balls a good squeeze.
She grabbed his cock and pulled him forward away from the duster, and the duster popped out of his ass.
"Can you guess what we are doing today for day 1 of the Gauntlet?", she asked.
"Um," he stuttered, "sticking things up my ass?"
"No, though I do like you’re thinking!" she laughed. Today I am busting your balls with things I find around this house, be it the kitchen, the garage, whatever pops into my head. And I am feeling wicked today, you are in trouble."
"Come into the kitchen with me," Jeannie said, "I have some ideas." She opened a couple drawers, looking for things to hit John's balls with.
"Oh, this is exactly what we need!", she exclaimed.
She pulled a metal spatula from one of the drawers, "this is perfect," she said. "Bend over this table, and spread your legs apart"
John did as he was told, and Jeannie walked up behind him. She looked at his hanging balls, trying to decide exactly how to take her shot, and she got down to her knees so she could swing the spatula up into his balls.
Whack! Whack, whack, whack. John felt the spatula slap him in the balls. It wasn't heavy enough to create the ball crushing feeling that a knee would cause, but it stung like hell.
Whack, whack, whack. Jeannie was beating his balls with abandon, and she had started laughing to herself. Each shot made her laugh a little more.
"It's just too funny that I can bust your balls with the same tool you use to make burgers", she giggled
Jeannie threw the spatula into the sink, "We better wash that later!", she exclaimed, "I don't want any of your precum in my meal tonight." she laughed.
Jeannie started opening other drawers in the kitchen, and John was soon scared to see Jeannie pull a meat tenderizer out of a drawer. She held the tool in her hand, it looked like a hammer, but smaller and with a pointed surface instead of a flat surface. It's a tool made to pound veal flat before cooking.
"Look at this," she said, "a ball tenderizer".
"Keep your legs apart John, I have some tenderizing to do."
And bashed John's balls directly with the tenderizer. Whack, whack, whack. Each shot made John's whole body shake. The hammer hit his balls from behind, and her follow through made his cock slap into his stomach. Jeannie seemed delighted with her new toy.
"Oh, I have an idea, John." she said slyly.
She took out her cutting board and placed it on the edge of the kitchen table.
"Place your balls on top of this", she demanded.
She pushed him forcefully onto the cutting board, his cock and balls were pressed upwards by the board. He knew when he took a shot to the balls like this, they had nowhere to go.
First, she hit him in the cock. Working her way from the tip and down the shaft.
"Look how tender I'm making your cock, you are a lucky man!" Jeannie laughed.
Then she lined up and took a shot at his left ball.
John screamed out in pain, he jumped back from the table, and clutched his aching balls in his hand.
"Oh, that might have been a bit much, but it felt so good for me. Let me do your other ball, and then I'll give you a break" she said.
John reluctantly smashed his cock and balls onto the cutting board again. His right ball was noticeably redder and bigger, than his left. He almost couldn't bear to look as she lined up her second shot.
Whack!
"FUCK, fuck, fuck!" John yelled, "that's just too much, put that thing away, I don't want to be any more tender"
She pushed him back away from the cutting board, he stood sullenly holding his aching balls in his hand.
"Yes," she agreed, "that's probably too much. I'm sorry, let me make it up to you.”
John watched in amazement as Jeannie took her breasts out of her maid outfit, and lowered them down onto the cutting board. She put her nipples so that they were resting on the edge of the board, and she took the tenderizer and calmly hammered first her right nipple, then her left.
She let out a small gasp, then stood back up. She didn't make any other noise, but John could see that she was silently crying.
Jeannie stood back up, tucked her sore breasts back into her maid outfit.
Jeannie looked into John's eyes and said, "They don't call it the Gauntlet for nothing! Let's go into the bathroom and see what we can find."
She reached down and pulled John by the cock into the bathroom. She rifled through the drawers but didn't seem to find anything interesting. Suddenly, John could see an idea cross her mind.
"I remember once seeing a video where the man put his testicles between the toilet seat and lid, and the girl sat on the lid! Let's try that.”
Jeannie lifted the lid up, pushed John onto his knees, and placed his balls between the seat and lid. Then she sat on the lid so she could see his face, and started to let her weight increase the pressure on his balls.
John tried hard to take it, but his already battered balls were screaming in pain. He leaned forward into her breasts, slid his hands under her ass, and tried to lift some of the weight off his balls.
"You can take this", she quietly whispered in his ear, and then started bouncing her ass on the lid. With each crash down, John's balls flattened like a pancake. The pain was too much for him, and he started to black out, but his balls were trapped in the lid of the toilet, and he couldn't fall away.
Jeannie finally noticed what a bad state John was in and stopped. She laid him on his back, and started to quietly kiss his aching balls.
"I think you need a few minutes," she said. "Let me suck your cock while you get your strength back.
Jeannie took his flaccid penis and sucked it into her mouth. If she stopped sucking it would just drop out, so she kept a pretty constant suction on it until it perked up a bit. John started to moan with some pleasure, but his cock still wouldn't get hard.
Jeannie realized she had been too hard on his balls, he was overwhelmed, there really was no way to get his cock hard.
Well, she did have an idea, still sucking on his cock, she reached up into the first drawer by the sink and pulled out a little lube. She dipped her finger in it, and then stuck her middle finger up John's ass. She reached in deep, massaging his prostate, rubbing it back and forth while she sucked his cock.
It started to work, John's cock got harder and harder. John could feel the prostate massage, it wasn't something he usually liked, but in his agony, it was sure making him forget about his swollen throbbing aching balls.
It was slow going, his cock slowly got a little stiffer, but Jeannie had really done a number on his balls.
Finally, Jeannie decided John had recovered enough, she stopped sucking his cock, and slowly sat him up.
"Come on John," she said, "let's go see what we can find in the rec room."
She reached down to his semi-erect cock and pulled him into the next room. She scanned the room, and John saw her eye the set of golf clubs.
John said, "No, Jeannie, if it's going to be you swinging golf clubs into my balls, then I am out."
"John, I wouldn't do that to you. I do want to hurt you in a way that causes pain, but I don't want to break anything. What fun would you be to me with actual broken balls. I try to walk that fine line, and I admit maybe I went too far with the meat tenderizer for either of us. My nipples are still aching, I can barely stand wearing my maid outfit.
"You could take it off,” John countered, "I wouldn't mind."
"No, John, this is the Gauntlet, you have to treat it with commitment and respect." And with that comment she continued to scan around the room.
There was a weight machine with different stations, and plates of weights over in the corner, John saw her looking that way, and before he could react, she pulled him by the cock over to the machine.
"I can't decide John, do I want to smash your balls between two plates, or do I want to hang plates from your balls with this rope?" she asked.
John answered quickly, "Rope, I don't know if I can take anymore smashing."
"That's what I was thinking," Jeannie said, "plates! Let's smash some balls.
She put a pin in the middle of the stack, and used the triceps bar to pull the small weight up.
"Put both your cock and balls in there, I'll let your cock take some of the weight", she offered.
John looked up at the stack, it must have been 100 pounds, he positioned his cock and balls on top of the weight stack, and silently waited for Jeannie to lower the weights on his poor balls.
Jeannie slowly bought the bar down about 6 inches above his cock and balls, and then let go of the bar.
Whack! The weight came down and smashed his cock and balls together. John was surprised to find that it didn't really hurt that much. His cock was in the way, and his cock seemed to take most of the weight, and it wasn't nearly as sensitive as his balls.
"Okay John, I can see that didn't hurt you, but this is the Gauntlet, we need to do a little better." Jeannie said.
"Hold your cock out of the way, take the weight on your balls. You can handle it"
Jeannie lifted the stack of weights back up, and John gingerly laid his balls on top of the remaining weights, holding his cock up out of the way.
Jeannie again slowly lowered the stack of weights down towards his balls, John knew she was going to drop them anytime. Whack!
"FUCK! Fucking hell. My poor balls!", John exclaimed. The smack of the weight on John's balls was mind numbing, and this time he dropped to his knees.
"Jeannie, I know it's the Gauntlet, but this is too much for me." John begged.
Jeannie looked him in the eyes coldly, she didn't want to hear his begging. She lifted the weights back up, and she handed John the triceps bar. She had him pull the weight up, and she quietly placed on her nipples on the edge of the stack of weights.
"Do it, baby. Drop the weights." she ordered.
John looked down at her nipples ready to take the hit for him. It was too much to ask, he couldn't let her hurt her nipples like that. He loved her too much, and he was never able to actually hurt her. Deep inside he knew he could take one more shot to the balls. It was just so painful. His balls were so sore.
"No Jeannie", he said quietly as he pulled her away from the weight bench"
"John, don't give up, we can get through the Gauntlet together." she said.
"I know we can,” John said.
John moved her away from the stack of weights, lowered it back down, and did what every fiber of his body told him not to do. He added another plate to the stack.
He slowly lifted the weights back up, and placed his balls on the top of the lower stack and lifted his cock out of the way. He handed the triceps bar to Jeannie.
Jeannie kissed him on the top of the head, and then let go of the bar, dropping the weights right on to John's exposed balls.
The pain was intense, blinding, too much. John blacked out and fell backwards onto Jeannie.
She laid him on his back, and quietly waited for him to wake up. She reached over to hold his swollen balls, and after he was still out for a bit, decided to suck his poor cock.
John woke to find Jeannie giving him head, but he could tell his balls were on fire. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was and what happened. He saw the weight set, and it slowly came back to him. He was in the middle of the Gauntlet. He lay quietly for a minute, enjoying the blowjob that Jeannie was giving him, comforted by her gently cupping his balls in her hand.
After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and asked, "So it's still the Gauntlet if I pass out?"
"Yes, it's still the Gauntlet, and you have proven yourself up to the task today. You are the bravest man I have ever met."
She stopped sucking his cock, and kissed him gently on the lips.
"But we're not done yet, I have one more room, and I have an idea or two" she said.
Jeannie helped John up, then reached down to pull him by his cock into John's workshop. John could see Jeannie looking around the room, first at the large workbench, the rack of tools hanging on the wall, and finally resting her gaze on the vise attached to his workbench.
"Climb up there John, and put your balls into that vice." Jeannie said.
John reluctantly did as he was told. Jeannie slowly tightened the vise onto his swollen balls, until they started to flatten out. Then she looked around at the tools in John's shop.
"Hmmm," she said. "What do I need for this job?"
She picked up a pair of pliers and opened a closed them. She took John's cock in her hand and pinched the end of his cock with the pliers. John tried to pull away, but the vise held his balls tightly, and moving actually just made it hurt more.
Jeannie reached down to the vise and tightened it one more quarter turn. John groaned out in pain but didn't say anything. He was too busy watching her gaze around at all the different tools he had in the shop.
She picked up a small screwdriver, looked at it, and looked at the tip of John's cock. John gulped.
"Don't touch that vise, I will be right back, I want this screwdriver to be sterile" she said.
She was back in a second, and she took John's cock in her hand. She started to put the tip of the screwdriver into his cock hole, she pushed it in a couple inches, John groaned, but was not in that much pain. It actually wasn't too bad, the screwdriver was fairly small, and it pretty much slid right into his cock.
Jeannie held his cock up with the screwdriver, tightened the vise another turn, and continued to look at John's tools.
"I just need to try these out," she mused to herself. She pulled the screwdriver out of John's cock, and just started touching all the parts and tools littered around the workshop.
She picked up a few pieces of PVC and tried to force John's cock into them, she rubbed a wire brush up and down the underside of his cock, she pushed different sized sockets onto the head of cock, she took a book from above the workbench and slammed John's cock into it a few times.
John took it all in silence, scared to make a sound, scared that she would tighten the vise more, and scared to see what she was finally going to choose to punish his balls with.
Jeannie's gaze rested on an old current generator that John kept around to charge batteries.
"John," she said, "can you set this up so I can shock you without killing you?"
John nodded yes, so Jeannie unclamped him from the vise, and John reached over and set the unit to AC current at a fairly low voltage.
"This will be enough to get my attention, and if you want more you just turn up this voltage dial." John bravely explained.
There were a number of different clamps and wires with the unit, and John explained to Jeannie how the current goes from the + lead to the ground, so whatever is between the two leads will have current flowing through.
"Oh, I can't wait to try this!" Jeannie exclaimed.
Jeannie positioned John back onto the workbench, then she attached one of the alligator clamps to the bottom of his ball sack. She took the other lead, and attached it to the small screwdriver she had been using on him earlier. John looked on horrified as she inserted the screwdriver back down his cock hole.
With everything set in place, she reached over and flipped on the charger. John immediately sat bolt upright, his cock snapped to attention.
"Fuck!" John yelled, "fuck fuck stop!", he cried out.
Jeannie laughed and turned off the device.
"Maybe we started a little bit high", she said and turned it down by a third.
She flipped it back on again, and as the current surged from John's cock down to his balls, his entire body twitched with the current.
"It's making me cum!" John cried out. "It's too intense".
Jeannie turned it off again, she could see precum oozing up out of John's cock.
"Maybe we should do current through your balls." she mused. She pulled the screwdriver out of John's cock and looked around at what other tools she had available.
The charger came with two fairly large clamps, meant to be put on a battery’s terminals.
"This is perfect," she exclaimed with excitement. She opened a clamp and placed John's left ball in it, then opened the other clamp and placed his right ball inside that.
Then she flipped the switch, the sound of a loud hum and John gasping for air broke the silence in his shop. It felt different to John this time, he could feel his balls tingling, but without the current through his cock, he didn't think he would cum yet.
His body still twitched from the current, and he started to slide off the workbench.
Jeannie switched off the generator, lowered him off the workbench onto the ground, and had him stand with his hands of the workbench to steady himself. She spread his legs apart and checked that the clamps were still firmly in place on his balls.
"Let's see what you can take”, she said.
She turned the generator up a third and flicked it on. John jumped up, his balls stinging from the current going through them. His legs started to give out from under him, he was barely able to stand.
Jeannie flipped the generator off. "That was awesome." she said. "I didn't have to do any work at all, and I can still drop you if I want. I love this toy!"
Jeannie reached over and turned the dial up to the halfway mark.
She casually flipped it on. John felt the current jolt through his balls, his knees immediately gave out, and he fell to the ground. The generator was still wired to his balls, held in place by clamps, and as he fell, he nearly pulled the machine off the workbench onto him. Jeannie grabbed it before it fell, and struggled to turn it back off. She finally yanked the cord from the wall, and John was able to lie on the ground quivering.
"Holy shit, that was intense!" John said. "It felt like my balls were on fire"
"I could tell John, I really enjoyed that. I'm wet from watching you writhe on the ground." she said.
"I think I am done torturing you for today, but I am suddenly really horny. I'm going to sit on your face for a while, and I'll turn this machine down low. If I turn it up, then I want you to lick faster, if it's low like this, then take your time."
She turned the machine down low and plugged it back into the wall, she brought it down to the floor with them so it wouldn't fall off the workbench. Then she straddled John's head and lowered her soaking wet pussy onto John's face.
The current was just enough so that John could feel it coursing through his balls, but it wasn't painful. He started lightly licking Jeannie’s pussy. It was a pleasure, and he could feel himself getting harder as he went. Jeannie was moving her hips slowly back and forth across his face, moaning and dripping wet.
Suddenly John felt a bit more current through his balls, he started licking Jeannie faster and faster. She started to cry out as the first waves of orgasm washed over her, she turned up the machine higher and higher, and John licked harder and harder.
She came violently, mashing her pussy onto John's face with her full weight. John kept licking her swollen clit, he was so excited by the scene that he nearly came himself, but he held back.
Finally, Jeannie lowered the power on the generator, and John slowed down his licking to kissing and sucking on her swollen clit. He heard her click the machine off, and she lifted her body up off his face. She lay down next to him, she was completely spent.
Jeannie looked over at John, his cock was still standing up straight, rock hard from watching her cum. She knew he ached to cum, but it was only day 1 of the Gauntlet, he had a long way to go.
"John," she asked, "do you want me to smash your balls so your cock lays down?"
John longed to feel her hands on his cock and balls, even if it was to smash them, but he looked over at her and said, "No, not this time, I am so worked up, I'm sure I would cum. I want to make it the rest of the way through the Gauntlet"
"Yes, that's the spirit", she answered, "and by the way, I love that generator, we will be doing that again someday for sure!". she whispered.
Jeannie and the Gauntlet Day 2 - The Toy Store This is the first set of stories I wrote, it's fiction, and I got pretty nuts. Hope you all like it.
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The Gauntlet Day 2
John could barely function all day. Yesterday he had endured day 1 of the Gauntlet, Jeannie's name for a week long series of ball busting that would end in what Jeannie promised would be the greatest day in John's life.
Haunting images from yesterday's session kept him up half the night, and he could barely focus on work, but he made it through the day. One thing especially was driving him crazy, during the busting sessions yesterday, Jeannie busted her own breasts, taking a meat tenderizer to her nipples as they were trapped on a cutting board in the kitchen. John couldn’t get the image out of his head, it just made him nuts to see his beautiful wife hurt herself like that for him.
It was getting close to 5:00 and John knew he better get it moving. He quickly undressed and got himself to the living room where he stood at attention for his 5:00 inspection. He stood waiting for Jeannie, and he realized he already had a full hard on. His cock was standing straight out at attention.
Jeannie came out from their bedroom in what looked to be a school girl outfit. She had on a very short plaid skirt, and a white dress shirt which was only buttoned at the bottom. She looked adorable. John's rock hard erection was getting even harder.
Jeannie walked up to John, took his balls and her hand, and knelt down to inspect them closely. They were still sore and a little red from yesterday, but Jeannie could see that John was ready for another session, and it was a good thing, because she had a few ideas.
She stood back up, still holding John's balls in her hands, and she leaned in close to his ear.
"John, I was proud of you yesterday," she spoke softly, "you made it through a difficult session with flying colors. I can see your commitment to the Gauntlet. I hope that you can do as well today"
As she finished speaking, she gave his balls a good squeeze. She stepped back from him and drove a knee into his balls at half speed. John knew she wasn't really trying yet, she usually warmed him up a lot harder.
"I'm so excited to bust your balls today, John, I went shopping yesterday." Jeannie said, "I picked up some toys for me to use on your balls, I can't wait to get started, I've been thinking about it all day"
She moved her hand from his balls to his cock and tugged him into the rec room with her. There were various kids’ toys laying around the room, and he knew he was going to have an interesting day.
Jeannie reached down onto the couch and picked up a plastic bat. It was about the size of a normal bat but made from hard plastic.
"John, I'm going to warm you up with this bat today, I think you are going to like it. It's not as heavy as a real bat, so I think I can take a full swing at your balls without causing too much damage." she said.
She held the bat in her one hand, and John's rock hard cock in the other. She turned him around to face away from her, and she used the bat to spread his legs apart. Then she pulled the bat back and took an upper cut swing right into his balls.
Whack! The plastic bat made a loud sound as it hit him the balls and swung up into his abdomen. John jumped up, gasped for air, but managed to stay on his feet.
Whack! whack, whack! Jeannie took a couple more quick swings of the bat into his nuts. It hurt, but he could tell that Jeannie had trouble getting a full swing up between his legs.
Jeannie stood behind him, trying to figure out a better way to take her shot. She walked over to the couch and picked up a piece of rope she had set out earlier. She tied the rope around John's balls and tightened it thoroughly, so that John's balls were straining against his sack.
"Be a dear John, and hold these balls out in front of you" she ordered.
John did as told, his balls were well out in front of his body now, and she wound up the bat and smacked his balls full force.
John stumbled back and dropped the rope, he buckled over and put his hands on his knees to steady himself. Jeannie wanted to take another swing, but there was no way to get to him.
This won't do, she thought to herself, I need something else to hold him so he doesn't let go of his balls or fall in front of me. I want to get some more hitting in before we move on.
She looked around the room, and then she saw it. There were dining room chairs in the other room with 3 holes across the back, two smaller holes on either side of a larger middle hole. She went to the other room and brought one of the chairs in.
"John, step over here, I want you to stand behind this chair and push your cock and balls through this biggest hole. His balls were still tied up, so he had a tough time getting them through the hole. He tried to put his cock through first, and then squish his balls through, but that didn't work, then he put his balls through first, but there was no way to get his cock through the hole.
Jeannie watched him impatiently, "Just push them both through the hole, I got this." she said.
John squished the whole package together and started it through the hole, and Jeannie reached over, grabbed the end of his cock with one hand, pushed the chair into him with the other, and yanked the whole package through.
It was tight, and his cock and balls were straining against the hole. There was no way they were coming out without a fight!
Jeannie wound up for another swing, smack, right into his cock and balls. Whack whack whack. She took a few more. John held onto the chair for dear life, that bat stung his swollen cock, and then still managed to squish his even more swollen balls.
Jeannie took another few strong swings, John crying out with each shot. His knees had along given up under him, but the chair was holding him. The chair was holding him up by the balls. Jeannie kept swinging away, but John could tell she was starting to get tired. She finally put the bat down and started laughing at John's predicament.
"That should warm you up John, but how are we going to get you out of that chair?" she wondered. John's balls had swollen up again, and he still had a raging hard one, he tried to pull back from the chair, but it wasn't going to go anywhere.
She stood in front of him, musing aloud about how to remove him.
"Well, we could cut it off I suppose, " she giggled. "Or maybe cover it in lube? Put ice on it to shrink it maybe?
She sat down on the chair and cradled his balls in her hand. His balls were sore and red, and she was feeling a little bad for him, stuck in a chair and in pain. She wanted to comfort him, he seemed defeated, so she took his cock in her mouth and started to blow him. Just gently and slowly, not trying to get him to cum, but just to give him a little relief from his aching balls.
"Maybe if I get everything wet it will slide out." she said.
She sat on the chair facing him, she licked his cock and balls, then without warning she pushed him backwards. He started to fall back, but Jeannie had her full weight on the chair, so the chair didn't go back with him. It hurt like a mother fucker, but his cock and pulls were squeezed right through that hole.
"Yeeoow!" John cried out, he stood hunched over, cradling his sore balls in his hands.
Damn, that hurt, he thought. He wondered what Jeannie had in store for him next. It didn't take long to find out.
Jeannie picked up two plastic golf clubs and held it up in front of John's face, "Look at this John, I have an iron and a driver. I can't wait to try this out on your balls" she said.
Jeannie was an accomplished golfer, she could hit a ball 250 yards, John knew his balls were in trouble. There was a practice carpet with a plastic tee in front of the couch.
"Put one of your balls on this tee, you can pick, maybe the small one for the iron and save the big one for the driver", she mused out loud. "Spread your legs apart so I can get the club head in there, and hold your cock up out of the way for me"
John did as told, he straddled the tee and lowered his balls onto it. He wasn't even sure which ball was on the tee, he didn't want to look. Jeannie stood in front of him and took a few practice swings. The club head whooshed by, he couldn't imagine what that would feel like. She walked over to John, standing to his side, she reached down and put his left ball securely on the tee. She lined up the club head, just grazing against his balls, and then took her back swing and unleashed a full swing onto his balls.
WHACK! John was knocked backwards by the force of the shot, his balls smashed into his stomach. He gasped for air, but couldn't seem to get any, he lay on his back in a daze.
"I bet I could have driven that one right onto the green!", Jeannie giggled to herself. She looked down at John and laughed. "I can't wait to practice more with your balls, that was very fun for me."
John groaned up at her, it would be a while before he could stand up, or even kneel. His balls were aching, his mind was clouded, he wanted to hide, but he couldn't move. He lay panting on the ground trying to recover.
Jeannie looked down at her work, she couldn't stop laughing quietly to herself, she would never play a game of golf again without picturing this moment, and she knew John never would either.
Jeannie tired of waiting for John to move again, he was lying on his back in the middle of the rec room, and it occurred to Jeannie that she could just slide the practice tee up under John's ass. She spread his legs apart wide, lifted his ass and forced the piece of green up under, and then delicately set John's right ball on the tee as he lay there. She leaned down and kissed his right ball, "Kiss for good luck", she said quietly.
John had a vague idea what she was doing, but he didn't have the power to move. He looked up to see her standing over him, lining up her next shot. She had switched to the driver this time, John knew trouble was coming.
"Four!" she called out laughing, then she took her back swing, and brought the club around full force into John's right ball.
WHACK!
John's whole body lifted up with the force of the swing, but he barely made a sound. Jeannie looked down, he was still breathing, but he seemed to be unconscious. He must have passed out from the pain. That is the second day in a row she thought to herself, the Gauntlet is not an easy week, that's for sure.
Whenever she knocked John out, Jeannie always felt a little guilty, and so she did what she usually does, she started kissing and sucking on his wounded cock and balls. His cock was soft, she had to suck on it to keep it in her mouth. She took each of his balls into her mouth one at a time, she could feel how warm they were, no doubt from the blood rushing down to them.
She kissed up and down his cock, lightly licking the underside, then the tip, then took his whole cock in her mouth.
In time, she could feel John's cock getting harder, and she thought maybe she heard a small groan escape his lips, it seemed like he might be coming around.
John awoke in a daze, his balls were killing him all the way up through his stomach, he felt like he might throw up. It was agony, but at the same time, there was something else happening. He realized that Jeannie was gently sucking his cock and balls. The pleasure and the pain mixed together in his head, he felt like he was in a dream. He lay there quietly just enjoying the feeling, but he knew it would end sooner or later.
"Jeannie," he murmured, "was that it? Are we done? I don't think I can handle any more golf practice!"
Jeannie lifted her head off his semi hard cock to look up at him, "No John, we aren't done yet, I still have one more toy I want to share with you, but I can see that you need a break, so I'll just suck your cock a little longer.
John thought to himself, she is the only woman for me, what a gem!
Eventually John's cock started to harden up, in fact it was pretty much rock hard at this point. Jeannie was moving her mouth up and down the shaft, and John loved to watch her in her school girl outfit as her head bobbed up and down over his cock. He wanted to lay still and just enjoy the show, but it was getting difficult not to thrust his cock into her mouth each time she started a down stroke.
She finally lifted her head off of John's cock and looked up into his eyes, "You are ready now, " she said. I can see that once again I took you too far, so I will just use one more toy on your today. And I will let you pick dear"
She walked over to the couch and picked up a toy bow and arrow set, the kind with plastic suction cups on the end. It was roughly half the size of a real bow and arrow, but John winced thinking about one of those arrows hitting him in the balls.
"We can play cowboys and indians." she said. "That's choice number one".
Next, she picked up a hard plastic football.
"For this, I was thinking I would try to kick field goals between your legs, or I could just throw the ball at your nuts from a few feet away." she thought out loud.
John gulped at the thought of the pointed ball making a direct hit into his nuts.
Next Jeannie walked over to the couch and picked up a couple ping pong paddles.
"Maybe these would be fun, I could work on my serve some." she laughed.
John thought this would probably be his choice, the paddles couldn't be much worse than the spatula from the other day.
"I'll take the paddles!", John blurted out.
"That's what I was thinking too," Jeannie said, "let's do the bow and arrow".
Damnit! John thought to himself, I should stop falling for that and pick the worse choice next time.
"John, turn away from me, spread your legs apart and bend over so your hands are on your knees." Jeannie ordered.
John couldn't tell what was going on behind him, he could hear Jeannie was maybe ten feet back, but he couldn't see what she was doing.
Suddenly an arrow went whizzing past his balls, just missing them and shooting out between his legs. John could feel the feathers from tail of arrow brush just under his balls, that was close.
"Shit", Jeannie proclaimed, I have to aim higher", she said. "And John, lean forward a bit so they hang down further, if you don't mind."
John did as he was told, and waiting, holding his breath.
Whack! An arrow smacked into his asshole!
"What the fuck? Are you shooting arrows in my ass now?" John cried out.
"No, I just missed high this time, but I think I am sighted in now" she said.
And she was.
The next arrow caught John right in his left nut. He felt his balls shoot forward and slap his cock up into his stomach. The sharp pain was a shock to John. Different than the golf club, less power, but harder and more of a slap. It didn't knock him out as much as it stung. Like a firecracker going off after being taped to his balls. John hoped she had more misses than hits after that.
Whack! Again, right in his left ball. The same shock to his ball, and almost like a white flash of light. It was shocking.
Whack!
"Fuck me! The right one again?", he complained. "Aim for the other one sometimes!"
Jeannie didn't like being bossed around, and John should not have spoken to her like that. She stood up quietly, walked up behind, and gave him a full force kick to the balls.
WHACK! He lifted up in the air and came back down into his crouching position. He doubled over in pain, his balls still hanging down. Jeannie was still angry.
"WHACK! She kicked him again. He cried out in pain and hunched over, gasping for air, and reaching down to cradle his swollen balls.
"Do you have any more shit to say?" Jeannie asked sternly. "Because if I hear another word out of your mouth before this is over, it's 20 kicks, and then we take up where I left off"
John steadied himself and nodded his head no. He knew better than to speak, he got back into position and tried to catch his breath. He got ready for more arrows to shoot by.
Whack! Again, his left ball took the arrow. Whack! The left one again.
The next arrow missed his balls but hit the end of his cock was also dangling down between the chairs. That was a strange feeling John thought, he kind of liked it.
Whack! Finally, an arrow hit his right nut, but rather than be a relief, it was more like double the pain. Now both his balls were throbbing from the stinging of the arrows. It was bad, but it wasn't the kind of pain that makes a guy faint he thought.
He leaned further forward so Jeannie could have a better shot, arrow after arrow finding their marks and hitting his balls. Jeannie walked around the room and gathered up the arrows, then started another round of firing them. John lost count of how many hits he took, but she must have been catching one at least 80% of the time. He sat quietly and took his punishment, just an occasional grunt as the arrow hit its mark. He knew better than to talk.
Finally, the shooting stopped. He waited to Jeannie to come around and reload, but she didn't. He could hear her moving about behind, and he braced himself for another kick to the balls.
Instead, he felt Jeannie kissing his balls and cock from underneath the chair. She sucked on his cock for a moment, then sucked on each ball softly. As always, the mixture of pain and pleasure washed over John. John looked down under the chairs, he loved to watch her suck his cock and balls. He was going to cum any moment, his breathing picked up, and Jeannie knew she had to stop.
"Jeannie, I know I will hate myself for this, but can we try a field goal with your football?" John asked.
"I was hoping you would ask, I already have it setup behind you, spread your legs honey." Jeannie said.
She had the ball propped up on her golf tee, he stood with his back to her about 5 feet away, his legs spread about 3 feet apart.
"Field Goal" Jeannie yelled, and she kicked the ball hard into John's dangling balls.
John immediately regretted asking for it, the pain was incredible, a mix of the sharp pain of getting slapped, along with the ache in the stomach the heavy plastic football gave him. John immediately dropped to the floor gasping for air.
Jeannie walked up beside and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Three points for me.", she said, "but you something much bigger, your graduated to Day 3 of the Gauntlet.