School days - Sex Education, Scrambled Eggs, Angel of Destruction
By Anonymous
(this story is fiction, must be 18 or older to read)
Chelsea and the other students were sitting in the classroom, waiting for the teacher. There were about thirty of them in all, each student wearing their private school uniforms. The girls in white French blouses and kilts, the boys in white dress shirts and black pants. Chelsea was new to this school, as they all were. It was the first week of class, and they were the lowest grade at MacCordum Academy, a prestigious school known for getting results. Its students scored among the highest in the country and its students went on to the top colleges.
Of course, none of that meant anything to Chelsea, who at the moment was chatting with her new best friend, Jody. They had quickly become friends, finding they shared many things in common - they both liked playing soccer, they both detested sitting in a classroom, and of course, they both hated their annoying brothers.
Their chatting came to a halt as the door closed behind them, and Madame Theriault walked in between a row of desks to the front of the class, her high heels clacking on the ceramic tile floor. She walked with a steady and confident gait, surveying the classroom with her sharp blue eyes, resting behind her narrow glasses. Her blond hair was tied back neatly in a bun. With a similar shade of hair, Chelsea couldn't help but admire it, in fact she admired everything about her. There was just something about her that inspired respect. It wasn't just her, the entire class had fallen silent as soon as she entered the room.
Madame took her place in front of the board and addressed the class. "Good morning everyone," she said in her steady tone, which did not sound at all friendly. "Now that you have all settled into the Academy, it is time that I give you the most important lesson of all, and teach you about discipline." At the sound of that word, every student in the class shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"What sets this school apart from all others is the discipline with which students conduct themselves. We have a clear system of rules. Those who violate it will receive the strictest of punishment," she said, looking at the boys' side of the room. "However," she added with a rare smile as she turned her gaze to the girls' side "those who follow the rules will excel and be amply rewarded."
"How this system works will become clear to you throughout the day. Now, let's begin today's lesson."
Madame dimmed the lights and turned on the digital projector. The students were stunned by what they saw. At the top of the screen it said "Sex Education" and underneath, side by side, were the diagrams of male and female genitalia. Shock soon turned to giggles, as this was the first time any of these students had seen such images.
Chelsea was stunned. She clearly recognized the vagina as something that she had, but she was transfixed on the image of the penis, or more specifically, the penis and "testicles" as the heading over the picture said. This was the first time she had ever seen a penis, and she had never even heard of "testicles" before. Beside her, Jody was equally transfixed.
"That will be quite enough!" The snap of a long ruler on a desk snapped the class back into their fearful silence that had become routine in Madame's class. She went to the next slide. In the hour that followed, the class learned what made boys and girls different. They learned that girls, once they become women, have the ability to create life in their womb, which is well protected inside their body. They learned that the female genitalia is a prize of evolution, something to be respected. Chelsea had never given any thought to what was between her legs, or to what being a girl even meant. She suddenly felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Moving on, the class learned about male genitalia, about its two parts, the penis and testicles, or balls as they were commonly referred to. "Unlike its female counterpart, the male is poorly designed. It leaves the male's vital reproductive organs completely outside of the body and open to any manner of harm and damage," she said, again with a slight smile on her face. "A blow that would barely be felt by a girl, would cause quite some pain to a boy, while a blow that would cause some pain to a girl, similar to the feeling of being hit in the arm, or the leg, would cause the utmost excruciating pain to a boy."
The lesson delved into more detail, about the nerve ending on the testicles and the pain this caused boys. They also learned about how easily testicles could be ruptured, or popped. "Why, given the right positioning, any girl in this room has the weight and force to stomp a pair of testicles into mush," said Madame, eliciting looks of terror from the boys and giggles from the girls, which she did not attempt to halt.
By the end of the lesson, the room had been transformed. It was as if the genie had been let out of the bottle. Only a few hours before, the students had been unaware of something so fundamental about themselves, and about each other. Jody and Chelsea giggled happily together. "Oh my God," said Jody, "That means that Brian (her little brother) has a pair of balls too! I've tried everything to stop him from annoying me, now I can finally get him good!" Chelsea's eyes lit up. "Oh my God! You're so right! Bobby is going to get it tonight!"
"Now class," Madame returned the class's attention to her - the girls looking enthusiastic and happy, the boys looking as though they wanted to run for the door as quickly as possible. "Now that we have those basics out of the way, we shall return to the point of today's lesson - discipline." Chlesea had completely forgotten the topic with which they had started the day, and was disappointed that they were returning to this, as were all of the girls.
"As I said, here at the Academy we operate on a simple system of punishment and rewards. In fact, I have arranged a little demonstration." She looked to the back of the class, where a girl from another class entered. She looked to be a few grades above Chelsea's class. "Shannon is the top student in her grade level," said Madame proudly, as Shannon took her place beside her. "Shannon works very hard, but she is also rewarded for her work."
Madame turned her attention to one of the boys in the middle row. "Johnny, if I'm not mistaken - and I'm not - you arrived late to my class yesterday. Come up here, now." Johnny squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes full of fear, not knowing what was going on, but knowing that whatever happened was going to be very bad. However, his fear of Madame was strong, and he dared not disobey, he walked solemnly up to the front of the room.
"Now, normally I would have punished Johnny on the spot for his transgression, but I thought he would make for a useful demonstration of today's lesson. Now Johnny, put your hands on your head and close your eyes." Johnny reluctantly obeyed this odd command. "Now begin counting to 10."
Johnny began counting. He was facing Shannon, with his eyes closed, hands on his head, and legs slightly parted. This was the oddest punishment he had ever been subjected to, but if that's all he had to do, then he considered himself lucky.
Chelsea, too was confused, but then she saw Shannon adjust her stance and put her right leg back. She instantly recognized this position, it looked like she was readying for a long goal kick in soccer. "Five… six," counted Johnny, but before he reached seven, Shannon's leg released like a piston and landed directly between his legs. Johnny's eyes shot wide open. The look on his face was like nothing Chelsea had seen before, and it captivated her. In that one expression, Johnny expressed shock, pain, and terror, all producing a unique combination that was priceless. Chelsea was not the only who thought so. Every girl in the class watched Johnny's face intently, none more so then Shannon. For her, this was her reward. This was the fleeting high to which she constantly longed to return. The feeling of exhilaration that motivated her to excel at everything she did.
And just as suddenly as the moment came, it was gone, pierced by a high-pitched scream emanating from Johnny's mouth. As the shock faded, Johnny began to feel the true extent of his pain. He fell to the floor, consumed by the fire emanating from between his legs and engulfing his entire body. Still screaming at the top of his lungs, he was frantically grabbing at the bulge between his legs, he then began to writhe uncontrollably, as if he truly were on fire and was trying to put out the flames by rolling around the floor.
Again, Chelsea was absolutely amazed at the sight before her eyes. That feeling of exhilaration that had completely overcome her in that moment after impact now spread throughout her body like a warm blanket. Her body tingled with excitement and energy. Absolute thrill and utter contentment combined within her to produce a feeling that she had never before experienced. She would do anything to feel like this forever.
Johnny's spectacle lasted for many minutes more. The entire class was transfixed on the pain of this one boy. It was as if through his rolling, writhing, and screaming he were somehow trying to escape his body, but he couldn't. All he could do was cup the vulnerable two little orbs that, in return, were repaying him with utter torment.
Shannon was the first to giggle, followed by some other girls. Like a contagion, it spread and soon every girl in the room was bursting with laughter. Chelsea and Jody grabbed one another, trying to steady themselves as they were consumed by laughter. This lasted for several minutes more, and as the girls eventually began to calm down, and as Johnny stopped writhing and just lay there silently, the feeling that had overtaken every girl in the room - that unknown quantity - began to dissipate and settle into a more calm feeling of contentment.
Madame, who had watched the whole spectacle with a feeling of great satisfaction, leaned down to Johnny and forcefully unzipped his pants. In no position to resist, she pulled them down to his knees, and then his boxers too. His legs spread open, he was on fully display to the class. She looked at his battered balls, felt them (causing Johnny to flinch in pain), and then declared, "Well, they're both intact so you didn't pop one" she declared with a tone of disappointment, which was reciprocated by a groan from Shannon. "However, you did a good number on his poor little balls, Shannon. They're swollen to several times their normal size, and I daresay he will be in severe pain for several days to come." Shannon's face lit up, as did Chelsea's, Jody's, and every other girl's. "Shannon, you should be proud, having inaugurated Johnny into the reality that every male should experience in his lifetime." The boys all gulped with discomfort.
"You mean, this was his first…" asked Shannon.
"Yes, the first time he has been kicked in the balls. His mother tells me he has never been hit there." Madame's eyes looked to the back of the room, and up walked a lady, who it soon became apparent was Johnny's mother.
"Yes," said Johnny's mother in a regretful tone. "Johnny doesn't have a sister, otherwise it would have happened long ago. I've certainly been tempted many times," she said smiling, "but I always intended for Johnny to come to the Academy, and thought it would be special if we waited."
"Oh, thank you so much," said Shannon. "It was great. And now knowing that I was the first girl to do that to him, well, that makes it even better."
"You're welcome dear. Now you girls have fun," said Johnny's mom, as she unsympathetically pulled her son to his feet and guided him, wobbling, out of the class. He wouldn't be back for several days.
"Well class. I trust this demonstration has been useful. I have here handouts for all of you explaining how this system will work. And don't worry, your mothers have all been given the details and can explain it to you tonight. Needless to say, those of you boys who follow the rules can avoid having what happened to Johnny happen to you too often, and those who don't know what they can expect."
"And girls," she said with a wide, uncharacteristic smile, "The more that you excel at this school, the more opportunities you will have to do what Shannon did today, and more." She paused on the word "more", letting it hang in the air long enough for the students to remember the images of ruptured testicles that they had seen earlier in the day. Chelsea's heart skipped a beat.
"Class dismissed."
Scrambled Eggs
Chelsea and Jody rode the school bus home together, as they had since beginning MacCordum Academy earlier that week. Only this time was different everything had changed. They could hardly contain their glee as they adjusted to the new reality of the world in which they lived. What had heretofore been a boring, humdrum life full of rules, had now become one of excitement and opportunity.
Only hours before they had learned that one half of the human species suffered from an immense flaw, one which it was every females right to exploit to her own ends be it control, pleasure, etc. Of course, being of Middle School age, the girls did not fully comprehend this paradigm, but they understood enough. They understood that boys had balls and girls didn't, and that with very little effort a girl could cause a boy indescribable pain, a pain which he could not reciprocate to her. They further understood that MacCordum Academy was going to be a place where they would have plenty of opportunities to hurt boys. When boys acted badly as they’re prone to do they would be punished, and the girls who acted good, well they would be rewarded by getting to deliver the punishment.
The girls exited the bus and walked together in their upscale suburban community. Chelsea couldn't help but fixate on the groin of every male she saw. Only that morning she had never given any thought to what lay between a males legs, now it was as if she couldn't see anything except that. Unconsciously, she rubbed the area between her own legs through her kilt, as if reassuring herself. It was nice and smooth down there. Looking at another passing man's groin, she couldn't help but wonder what it must feel like to have stuff hanging down there, and to walk around in the knowledge that at any moment you could be reduced to a pathetic heap as a result of those dangling bits.
This brought Chelsea's mind to her brother, Bobby. She was quite sure that Bobby had no idea about the weakness between his legs, since she hadn't known. And had he been kicked in the balls before, she reasoned, there's no way he would be so damn obnoxious. No, he would fear her, as he should - and as he soon would.
As if reading her mind, Jody said, “I can't wait to nail Brian right in his pathetic little nuts tonight! This is going to be soo awesome!” The girls giggled loudly thinking about the torment they would unleash on their unsuspecting little brothers. As they walked, they would stop every few paces to fake kick one another between the legs after all, neither of them had kicked someone there before, they needed to make sure their aim was good. This would not be a problem for either girl, as they were both excellent soccer players.
The girls parted ways, with promises to call one another and share all the gorish details once they had nailed their brothers. Chelsea walked into her house. “Im home.”
“Up here dear, replied her mother.”
Chelsea walked into the kitchen where her mother was doing some baking. Her mother turned to her. “How was your day at school?” she asked.
Chelsea didn't quite know what to say. Madame had said something about all of their mothers knowing about what happened, and that they would explain more to them about the system at MacCordum, but she was still hesitant to break the subject.
Seeing her daughter's excitement but mixed with hesitancy, Chelsea's mother saved her the trouble. “Oh dear, I know all about what happened today. I think it's marvellous.”
“You do!” Chelsea squealed and embraced her mom. “This is so awesome. Thank you for sending me to this school!”
I wouldn't have it any other way, she replied. “I went there after all.”
“Really?” Chelsea's mind processed the information. “That means…”
“Oh yes, dear. I've kicked and stomped more pairs of testicles than I can recall, a devious smile came to her face.”
“Yes, I wouldn't have it any other way. I decided long ago that you and Bobby would go there.
Really! Chelsea said again excitedly. MacCordum Academy began in Middle School, and Chelsea had just completed the first week of her first year there. That meant Bobby would be starting there next year. As her mind processed this, her excitement turned to disappointment. Did this mean that she would have to wait for Bobby to be initiated in Madames class? She had no idea how she could resist smashing his balls the moment she saw him.
Sensing her daughters disappointment, her mother again alleviated her worries. “Don't worry, Chelsea. I have no intention of making you wait to introduce your brother to the realities of life.” Chelsea's face lit up. “In fact, it's been quite hard for me these past few not to kick your brothers balls right up into this throat, the little brat.”
Bobby had become increasingly arrogant, obnoxious and demanding these past few months, since their father left. A psychologist would have said he was acting out, and would have recommended therapy. Cynthia, the mother of Chelsea and Bobby, had no such sympathy. This boy would quickly learn his place through painful discipline.
As if on cue, the door closed and Johnny entered downstairs. He would be up in a few minutes, he usually would go to his room first to check Facebook on his laptop.
So how are we going to do this, said Chelsea hurriedly. Cynthia's mind worked as she surveyed the kitchen. Her eyes stopped on the countertop, to a package of eggs she had out. The devious smile returned. “So this is what we're going to do.” Chelsea explained the plan to her daughter. A few minutes later Bobby came into the kitchen. “What are we having, I’m starving!” said Bobby in the high pitched voice of a prepubescent boy. The obnoxious tone grated on both Chelsea and Cynthia. Neither could wait for the moment.
“How was your day at…” Cynthia was cut off by her impetuous son. “School sucked! I hate it, why do you make me go! I'm hungry, where's supper?”
“Your sister is making it for us, she replied. Cynthia was in front of the stove frying up some eggs.” Eggs and steak were somewhat of a family tradition.
“So Bobby, Chelsea said in as pleasant a tone as she could muster. How would you like your eggs?” She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it come from Bobby's mouth.
“Scrambled, he replied, with his back to his sister, half a dozen feet away.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, what did you say?” said Chelsea, as she approached her brother and adjusted her legs into a kicking stance. She had not removed her black Mary Janes. The classic black heels with a rounded but extremely hard toe were standard issue for all girls at the Academy.
Bobby paused and began to turn. “I said,” his voice was now raised. “I want my eggs scrambled you dumb bitch!” Johnny completed his turn to face his sister. Their eyes met just as he said the word bitch.
“You got it!” said Chelsea as her strong, athletic leg kicked upward with all of the force she could muster. She had no intention of holding back. A part of her was desperately wishing to her the sound of two !POPS! when her foot landed. In what was only a split second, her hard, unforgiving Mary Janes landed perfectly onto the bulge between Bobby’s legs. Coming in an upward angle, the hard and wide toe of the shoe captured both of his precious orbs and pressed them mercilessly into his pelvic bone. The force of the kick was such that Bobby’s feet almost left the ground, only the tip of his big toes remained on the floor. This meant that his own body weight was working against him, and he felt an unbearable pressure in a region of his body that he had never even given much thought to. He was in absolute shock.
For Chelsea, that moment had returned. That fleeting feeling of absolute paradise as the boy’s face contorted into an expression that it had never before made, twisted as it was by the overwhelming feelings of shock, pain, and utter terror. In Bobby’s face she also thought she saw a hint of betrayal – she was his sibling after all, his blood. How could she do this to him? This truly was the worst thing that had ever happened to this boy in his short and sheltered life. And it was all thanks to his older sister, someone who was supposed to love and protect him.
Something else was different for Chelsea this time, too. Before she had been a witness to the bust, now it was her foot between his legs, it was she who was the cause of this torment for the male victim.
These two facts only multiplied the pleasurable sensation overcoming her, and her knees actually buckled a bit as her kicking foot returned to the ground. She had to steady herself from falling.
Cynthia, too, was experiencing that same feeling as she watched her son’s face. It had been too long, she thought, as this familiar high came back to her. She was also overcome by pride, having just watched her daughter be initiated into the wonderful world of ballbusting. And this was not any male victim, this was her son. This moment would always have a special place in her memory as she sought to capture that expression on his face.
As before, Chelsea noticed that the first thing to snap her out of her daze was the loud, high pitched screams of the tormented male victim. Bobby collapsed to the floor, grasping vainly at his balls in an attempt to relieve the pain, and sounding more like a girl than Chelsea did with his high pitched wailing. Again, the wave of satisfaction surged throughout her body as she watched her victim roll, writhe and scream. She thought it was so amusing how he did everything he could think of to relieve the pain, since clearly nothing would work. He clearly did not fully comprehend the reality of his existence yet. He was a boy, and as such a prisoner to his own testicles.
It was this amusing thought that caused her to giggle. Her mother joined in, and soon the two burst into hysterics. The fact that this was her brother writhing on the floor, and that she was sharing this experience with her mom, made it even more intense for Chelsea. Her sides felt like they would burst with laughter, and partly as a result of that, and partly in a desire to mock her brother further, she fell to the floor beside him and rolled and writhed, grabbing at the area between her legs. Only of course, hers was nice and smooth.
The sight was too much for Cynthia. It was as if the school girl within her that had left long ago had come back up to the surface, and she fell to the floor beside her daughter. It was a sight to behold, the entire family on the kitchen floor, rolling and writhing, only two of them were squealing in laughter, while the other one was screaming in tortuous pain.
As the laughter subsided, they looked over to Johnny and began hearing these weird sounds.
He was dry heaving. Only moments later, he had thrown up all the contents of his lunch that his dear mother had packed for him only that morning.
“Oh my God,” said Chelsea, partly in disgust, but partly in awe at what she had done to her brother. “I had no idea that could...”
“There are many things you have yet to learn,” said Cynthia, caressing her daughter's face. “Both of you,” she said more sternly, turning to Bobby. “This was only your introduction. You both have lives ahead of you that will be full of ballbusting. You will reach heights of pleasure, and pain,” again turning to Bobby, “that you had thought unattainable and could never even imagine.”
Looking around, Cynthia looked as though an idea had just come to her. “You know what, let's eat out dear. Now that you’ve been inaugurated into ballbusting, it’s important that we get you proper footwear.”
A light bulb turned on in Chelsea’s head, she hadn't even thought about what she put on her foot to kick a boy with. She looked down at her Mary Janes with a new found sense of appreciation.
“Those are marvelous shoes, don't you worry,” said Cynthia. “It’s just that, well you'll discover that footwear is too ballbusting as flavours are to sundaes. They are all delicious, but each can bring a different flavour, each enjoyable in its own way.” Excitedly, the two females, mother and daughter, headed for the door, leaving their son and brother, respectively, to wallow in the torment of his male existence.
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The school was called into assembly. The first semester marks had come in, and now it was time for some of the students to be cut. For the girls, this meant they had to go back to a regular school, but for the boys it was so much worse. MacCordum Academy’s philosophy was based on the premise of extreme rewards and extreme punishments. This is what drove some students to excel and become leaders in their field. It was generally thought that if a boy’s balls were on the line – literally – then he would perform. For those who didn't do well, they served as a valuable lesson – and entertainment. After all, the girls had to be rewarded somehow.
Of course, the best part was that the boys didn’t know if their name would be called, so they all sat in fear. Likewise the girls, who would be called to perform the awesome duties, it was a surprise as well.
Chelsea and Jody sat there, exchanging smiles and brimming with anticipation. They had both worked really hard this semester, and had hoped they would be chosen.
“Alright,” said Madame Theriault. “We have a day of exciting entertainment for you girls. Thanks to all of you who have submitted your ideas – some of them were very creative. I can assure you, they have been incorporated into today’s events.”
Madame called the first two names. First, the girl, Jackie was called up. She squealed with delight when her name was called, and Chelsea felt a twinge of envy, as did the other girls.
The spotlight then shone a few rows behind Chelsea and Jody. There sat a fat boy whose colour had completely drained from his face, which was usually the colour of a tomato. He looked terrified. Chelsea studied his face, and soaked it in, she loved it. "So this is what a boy looks like when he knows he’s about to lose his balls?" She thought to herself and smiled.
The teachers came and grabbed poor Andrew, who started screaming madly. One of the teachers kneed him hard in the balls, then grabbed his groin, and together they pacified him enough to drag him by his dick and balls to the front of the room, flailing and weeping. Andrew was stripped of all his clothes and placed against the wall on the left side of the auditorium, first his arms and then his legs tied into place so that he could not move and his legs were spread eagle. A teacher tied an elastic cord around the base of his scrotum, in order to ensure they couldn’t slip away easily when Jackie kicks him. The skin became tight against his two testicles. It was easy to see his testicles now.
Jackie was now on the other side of the auditorium, doing some jumps to warm up her legs. She was the top track star. Chelsea couldn’t help but admire her beautiful strong legs, which were plain to see as she was wearing typical running shorts. She had white cotton ankle socks on and a cute pair of pink running shoes. Andrew was also watching her, still unable to comprehend that he was about to lose his balls.
Madame explained that Andrew had the lowest physical education scores, and since he was a disgrace to himself, his family and the school, it had been determined (with the signed agreement of his mother) that he should lose his balls. Jackie on the other hand was the school’s top athlete. The contrast could not be greater. Jackie’s eyes were on Andrew as she warmed up. How pathetic this fat boy was. He did not deserve to keep his balls. And after her hard work, she deserved the pleasure of taking them. She had long thought about that perfect kick – one where she obliterated a boy’s balls in one brutal blow. She shuddered with pleasure. Andrew shuddered in terror.
She crouched down, as if she were starting a 50 meter dash. In truth it was only 25 meters, but it was long enough to give her enough speed and momentum to accomplish her goal – she hoped. The key would be accuracy, which she had practiced ad nauseum on the pathetic boys in her school. In her two years at the school, she had left many a boy writhing on the ground in her wake. Boys doing track and field soon learned to steer clear of her on the track. One of her favourite ways to bust a boy was to wait until they were running opposite one another and then at the last possible second shoot her foot out into his groin, with devastating results. Even when she didn’t do it, she loved watching the boys flinch in fear as they approached her.
BOOM, the gun went and Jackie started her dash. Chelsea’s excitement grew as she watched Jackie speed toward her target, like a lioness pouncing on a gazelle. And what a plump prey he was. Andrew began screaming and struggling with his restraints. As he tried to free himself, his fat giggled all over his obese body. Chelsea and Jody laughed, as did the girls around them. It just made him look more pathetic, and deserving of his fate. Laughs turned to yelps and cheers. The whole auditorium (at least the female part of it) worked themselves into a frenzy, and were screaming at the top of their lungs in support of Jackie.
Time seemed to slow down. The crowd’s anticipation grew. Destroying both testicles with one kick would be no easy feat. The right combination of force and accuracy would be needed. If Jackie kicked slightly too much to the left, then she would no doubt crush the left testicle, but the right one would escape. If she kicked too much to the right, Andrew would suffer the agonizing pain of losing his right testicle, but would no doubt be overjoyed to know his left was intact. And the kind of perfection MacCordum demanded of its girls meant that Jackie would not be satisfied with getting the remaining ball on a second kick. She had to get it right the first time.
Ten meters to go. Everyone held their breath. Chelsea was amazed by Jackie’s flawless form. Her strong but elegant legs were the height of femininity. Chelsea felt inspired by her strength and pose.
Andrew, too, was looking at Jackie’s legs at that moment. He had stopped his vain attempt to get free. Outwardly he was sobbing, tears streaming down his face, but he was oblivious to that. He was in a trance, watching those strong feminine legs speed towards him. When the mind is overcome with terror, it is flooded with a heightened sense of awareness. Although those last few meters couldn’t have lasted more than 10 seconds, he took in a lot of details and thoughts during that short period.
It started with her thighs, which were exposed beneath her short blue running shorts that cut off well above the knee in order to give a full range of motion. As one leg moved forward, then the next, he noticed the v-shape her shorts formed around her crotch. A pang of jealousy overcame him. If only he could be so lucky, not to have testicles, then he wouldn’t have to suffer this horrible fate. After all, Jackie would never be able to fathom the agony she was about to deliver on him, and he would never be able to return that pain. This brought his awareness back to his testicles, still intact, but with only seconds left of existence. He felt his balls now as he had never felt them before. An intimate part of his body, his reproductive organ. He could feel the cool air against his nuts trapped in the elastic as his genitals hung completely exposed to the crowd, his legs stretched wide.
Jackie was closing in now, so close that his gaze couldn’t help but focus on her bright pink running shoes with the familiar Nike swish in neon yellow. These were long, elegant running shoes with spikes on the soles to allow for greater power and speed for short distance running. They truly were beautiful instruments of destruction.
It was as if alarm bells were now going off in his head as every fibre of his being fought against the impending destruction of his manhood. He let out a loud continuous shriek that caused even Chelsea and Jody, who were in the middle rows, to cover their ears.
This did not distract Jackie one bit. Her focus had remained solid throughout. It was this killer instinct that would get her far in life – she would not let her eye off the ball, or in this case, BALLS.
She was now a metre away from Andrew. She stepped her left leg forward, but rather than continue in her sprint, she put her weight down onto that muscular leg, which absorbed the impact of stopping most of her body weight. She arched her right leg back. It reached back as far as it could go, and then began its forward motion. Jackie shifted all of her weight to her right leg. Her entire body contracted as her muscles strived to put every ounce of power she had into her right leg, which was now ascending up towards its target.
Andrew watched her foot come up toward him, and in that last split second, it went out of view, as he couldn’t see over his flabby belly. At that moment, it would be normal for a boy or man to close his eyes and wait for the inevitable, but for whatever reason, Andrew’s eyes looked up and straight at Jackie’s face. What he saw in her face was pure determination. Her eyes were not looking at his, but down at his balls.
And that’s where Jackie continued to look as the top of her pink running shoe made direct impact with Andrew’s nutsack. It was dead on, right in the centre. If a male were lucky enough, in such a situation his balls would move outward in his loose sack and avoid most of the impact, leaving him in a lot of pain, but manhood intact. Andrew was not so lucky. They had tied an elastic around the base of his sack making it tight, so that there was nowhere for his poor balls to go.
Jackie’s contracting leg muscles and forward momentum kept her pink shoe continuing upwards. His balls began to flatten between Jackie’s foot and his pubic bone. His legs tried to move upwards to absorb the shock, but they were restrained to the floor. The outcome was as logical as it was brutal.
The soft and tender flesh of Andrew’s most vulnerable body part could not withstand the hard plastic and, underneath that, even tougher bone of Jackie’s foot.
The signal from his testicles’ pain receptors now reached his brain. His eyes shot wide open, as if he were being electrocuted. An unbearable pressure consumed his loins. He could not even scream as he did not have the breath, but his mouth opened and every muscle in his face contracted. It was this face to which Jackie and the entire room now looked.
The pressure intensified against the top of Jackie’s foot as it continued to move upward. And then… as if a water balloon had burst, she felt Andrew’s sack give way. There was one loud POP! Both testicles exploded at the same time.
Andrew and Jackie’s eyes were locked in a stare. His face remained frozen, a portrait of terror, like Van Gogh’s Screaming Man. In Jackie’s face, Andrew saw her pursed lips widen into a beautiful, joyous smile. The steely determination in her bright blue eyes turned to pure joy. Her blonde hair flowed behind her. It was as if he were looking upon an Angel. As insane as it was, in that moment Andrew was in love with this girl – his Angel of Destruction.
Of course, his mind had only a moment to contemplate this before reality flooded back into his brain. His body was rocked with convulsions and the whole auditorium listened to the noises of agony that he made.
Just then, the silence of the crowd broke. Chelsea let out her breath, she hadn’t realized she had been holding it. “Wohooo” screamed one girl. “Yeeeaaahhh!!” screamed another. Chelsea felt Jody squeeze her hand tightly. She looked at her best friend and smiled. They had just shared a very special moment together. Now they too began yelling, the entire auditorium was in an uproar.
Jackie turned from her victim and faced the crowd. She was glowing. Madame Theriault walked up to her clapping vigorously. The other teachers joined, and soon everyone was clapping. Even the boys clapped out of fear. Most were pale as ghosts as they wondered whether they would be the next boy to be dragged on stage. More than one threw up on the spot.
The magic of the moment lasted for some time. Eventually, the teachers untied Andrew from the wall and put him on a stretcher. Girls were encouraged to come up and assess the damage, although they needed no prodding. Girl after girl delighted in putting their hands around his ballsack, squeezing the mush that had been Andrew's balls. Each time they did he squealed in agony. Chelsea and Jody did it together, laughing as his convulsions caused his fat to giggle. Chelsea soaked in the feeling of what destroyed testicles felt like. She hoped that she would soon be able to do what Jackie did. Maybe I’ll be next! she thought.
Almost on cue, Madame Theriault said “Everyone back to their seats. This show’s not done yet…”
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