Mind Your P's and Q's, Parts 1-14

(F/M) Mind Your P's and Q's, Parts 1-14, Romancing the Stones Version

Mind Your P’s and Q’s (Romancing the Stones version)

By luigi77

(Re-edited by Nicholas)

Lisa enjoyed all aspects of the martial arts, it kept her in great shape, she met lots of friends, and she was just naturally very good at it. She studied several different styles, earned a black belt in both karate, and judo; but loved street wise women‘s self-defense the best. She always loved going for a guy’s balls, and fantasized about getting to work over a man’s nude balls. She tried it in bed with a couple of boy friends, but they couldn’t take more than a light slap. Lisa earned a living by instructing at a local gym. The owner opened in the morning for the 9-5 crowd, and Lisa closed the place in the evenings.

Lisa met Dan for a one hour tour of the gym, as a personal trainer. She was immediately taken by his good looks and his easy going personality – well built, brown hair, beautiful face and dreamy eyes. However, he was also obviously a bit shy. He showed interest in the free weights, and exercise machines, but they spent most of their hour discussing martial arts classes, especially self-defense. Lisa invited him to join one of her group classes, but he felt more comfortable in a one on one setting.

Although she was a manager at the gym, the job didn’t really pay that much. Personal training sessions were the key to increasing her income. Lisa had group classes late on Tuesday and Thursday, so Dan asked if he could come in Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings. Lisa thought that was great, instead of waiting to lock-up the gym, she’d make some decent spending money with a well mannered, really cute rich guy.

Dan showed up 15 minutes early for his first lesson, and was surprised at how empty the building was. “Hey Lisa, are we all alone?”

Lisa said, “There are two janitors, and maybe a half dozen people left in the locker rooms, but at this gym most people come in before or after work.”

They walked together over to the sparring room, selected padded head gear and sat down to stretch before they began to dress out. Lisa asked, “Are you wearing a cup?"

Dan blushed and said, “Yes, of course. Have you ever sparred with a guy who didn’t wear a cup?”

Lisa smiled at the thought. “Not me personally, but in one of my group classes a guy forgot his cup, but decided to spar anyway without telling anyone. The petite woman he was fighting dropped him like a ton of bricks with a knee two minutes into the match.”

Dan shivered at the thought and to hide his embarrassment said, “I guess that’s not a good idea, then.”

Lisa got a visual image in her head, which made her smile to herself. Dan saw her grin and figured he was making her uncomfortable, so he looked away. But she continued the conversation, saying, “I guess that depends on what you want to take away from this training. You won’t be wearing a cup in a bar fight, or if you’re attacked on the street. So, if you’d like to become an effective street fighter, then it would make sense to also condition your testicles to acclimate them to taking a hit.” Then it was Lisa who shifted her gaze to keep him from becoming uncomfortable.

Dan thought about that for a bit, an admitted out loud that he “grew up in private schools or with home tutors, and wanted to learn to defend himself. I’m not interested in attending tournaments or competing, I want to do this mostly for the conditioning and personal self defense.” He sat there with a real thoughtful look on his face.

Hesitating so as not to word it inappropriately, Lisa continued to look away as she said, “I’ve always wanted to spar with a guy naked. One on one, no pads, no cup, just real and natural, it just seems to be the most pure form of fighting … can you understand that Dan?” She turned softly looking directly into his eyes as she finished speaking.

Dan began to eye her body. “Yeah,” he said a little too lustfully, “I wouldn’t mind fighting naked.”

Lisa couldn’t believe he really took the bait! Now to set the hook she added, “We’d have to do it after I lock-up, it’s not much, but this job pays my rent. I’d hate to get fired helping you out.”

Without thinking Dan replied, “I understand about discretion, and I’d be happy to pay for the additional lessons. Would you expect more money for staying late? It’s $35 an hour now, how about $50 for the later lesson?”

Lisa paused to think and agreed, “Yes, that sounds pretty fair. Maybe you could help me close-up the place, too.” But what she was really thinking, ‘Was this guy going to pay me to bust his balls? Pay me extra? What a deal!!’

Dan was again stealing glance at her unbelievable body thinking, ‘Will she really get naked here with me alone? That‘ll be worth $50 in itself!’

The first hour was pretty routine; Lisa assessed Dan to be above the level of a good green belt, but sparing below the level of a brown belt. Near the end of the hour, as he began to tire, she stunned him with a solid right hand to the left side of his face. Dan brought up his guard, and spread his legs to keep from falling. Lisa snapped a front kick into his groin so fast and hard that it sounded like his cup cracked. Dan bent over and backed up a couple of steps, asking “you’ll only kick half speed later on, when I don’t have my cup, right?”

“Of course”, Lisa reassured him, “but there are worse things than a front kick.”

PART 2

Dan began to worry, but they got busy turning out lights, shutting down several fans and locking the doors. When they returned to the sparring room, Lisa immediately took off her blouse, and sat down to remove her foot pads. Dan saw how her tits seemed to stand up and support her sports bar, rather than the bra holding up her tits. That was all of the incentive he needed to begin removing his clothes. First his outerwear, revealing a smooth, well muscled body, with pale skin.

As Lisa was removing her briefs, Dan removed his cup, and she noticed he was sporting a healthy erection. He seemed embarrassed about dropping his jock strap. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry.” She pinched her nipples and said, “I’m hard, too. It’s only human nature,” then turned her back to him and walked into the middle of the room. Dan slid his jock off and let his balls swing between his legs and his erection breath free air.

“Since we practiced all the regular moves during earlier sessions,” Lisa instructed “we’ll concentrate on groin strikes now. I’ll go at half speed, and we’ll see how long you last, OK?”

Dan felt exposed with his boner bouncing as he walked out into the room. Standing this close to her and wanting to touch every part of her, was really clouding his judgment. He took a stance across from her and just waited in a stone-like state.

Lisa circled to his left, sending a couple of jabs to his face. He was slow to block, and when the third punch connected with his left eye, he was blind to her follow-up kick. Lisa’s shin fit perfectly between Dan’s legs, pinching both testicles between his pelvis and thighs. She could see him falling forward and grabbed his shoulders to help keep him on his feet. As the wave of nausea passed, he opened his eyes, and wobbled a step or two. Lisa asked, “Are you alright?”

Dan choked out a weak, “Yeah, I think so…”

She released his shoulders, backed up and said, “Defend yourself.” Throwing a couple of wide slow fists towards his head. Dan began to block and move again, slowly regaining his senses. Lisa noticed that he would leave his arm extended after a block, so she grabbed his wrist, and lifted his elbow up in front of his face. Dan was off balance and needed to step forward to take the pressure off of his arm. “Bad move Dan,” Lisa said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Then she drove her knee up into his testicles.

Dan cringed gritting his teeth, and realized that he couldn’t move as long as his arm was twisted. Lisa took full advantage and began to pile drive her knee into his unprotected nuts. Not at full speed, but enough to keep his full attention.

After eight or nine knees, she let go of his arm and moved to the side to allow Dan to fall into a fetal heap on the mat, his athletic form covered in sweat. Lisa went over for a drink of water and looked at the clock, “almost two minutes, not too bad for your first time.”

“Will I get better?” he managed to moan in a voice that wasn’t his.

“Sure, you’ll be up in a couple of minutes, but you’ll keep dropping like this until your balls are conditioned to take the blows,” Lisa assured him. “What we should really be doing is concentrating on your conditioning.”

Dan began to almost breathe normally, and asked, “How do we do that?”

Lisa smiled to herself; this was going to be fun!! “The same way you condition your knuckles or shins on a heavy punching bag. You repeatedly tone the body part, and it strengthens over time.”

Dan was groggy, but seemed to get the idea. “You want to keep kicking my nuts until they get used to the pain?”

Lisa came over to where he was now sitting, and gently pushed him onto his back, then placed one of her hands on each of his knees. She knelt between his legs. “Not just kicks Dan, but punches and squeeze training as well. I’ll get a training card, and we’ll record how many of which kind of blows you receive. Then we can track your progress.”

Dan thought that sounded very professional, and found himself nodding his head ‘yes’ in agreement. Lisa didn’t want to wait for a different session to begin, so she told him to place his hands under the small of his back so he couldn’t protect himself, and then said, “First let’s see if you can take ten punches. Interlock your fingers under your back to keep from trying to block me, ready?”

Without any more warning Lisa switched her stance, sat between his legs, draping each of her legs over his to hold him in place. She grabbed his dick with her left hand, holding it up out of the way and made a fist with her right.

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat.

Lisa’s fist pummeled Dan’s fully exposed nuts directly into his lower abdomen. The air left his lungs as he tensed in shock.

Splat, Splat, Splat.

Lisa continued, as he began to roll from side to side to get his hands free.

Splat, Splat, Splat.

She finished just as Dan managed to bring his fingers over to his embattled groin.

“There now Dan, that wasn’t so bad, you took ten direct punches to the testicles without blocking. Now let me check for any damage… come on move your hands … that’s right.”

Dan moaned as Lisa rolled his balls around between her fingers. She was very thoroughly looking for any sign of a rupture, completely enjoying herself. By the response from Dan’s cock he was enjoying the examination as well; he got rock hard in no time.

PART 3

Way beyond any embarrassment at this point, Dan hoped for a ‘happy ending’ to Lisa’s examination. He had visions of her stroking him, or better yet leaning over to service him orally. Instead she began talking about other types of attacks that he might encounter. Dan wasn’t paying too much attention to her words.

He was nearing an orgasm, when Lisa seemed to slap his nuts with her right hand. He propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down to see his balls stretched down to the bottom of his scrotum with her left hand. Meanwhile her right hand was squeezing up from underneath his sack. She was talking, “…while a kick or a punch may land harder, if someone manages to grab your testicles - they can exert the pressure for a much longer time. They can pull them…”

“Holy Shit!!” Dan screamed in a very high pitched voice.

Lisa continued her lesson. “…they can twist ‘em, or drive a finger into them by using their other hand. This is especially painful if they have long fingernails.”

With each new description she was demonstrating his vulnerability. “Oh no… Easy… Please nooo…” Dan was beginning to sob. His legs were shaking uncontrollably and he was getting tunnel vision as he began to black-out.

“There,” she said looking at the clock on the wall, “thirty full seconds of squeezing. You did great for your first lesson. I’m very proud for you.”

From the way she said this, Dan though she was done with her lesson. He groaned a breath of relief, and after she stood up, he rolled onto his side to relieve some of the pain in his balls.

Lisa got up, had a drink of water and began to get dressed. He watched absentmindedly as she put on her briefs and sports bra, liking the fact that she left her blouse, pants and shoes off in anticipation of a shower. He was feeling better, and thought about following her into the locker room, when he realized she was speaking again. Something about other attacks… from behind…?

Dan had rolled onto all fours like a dog. Unable to stand erect just yet, he rested his face on the cool matted floor. It felt good to keep his legs apart; it relieved some of the pressure on his brutalized balls. “Shit, are those my nuts?” he thought looking back down between his wide spread knees. They were a dark red color, and hugely swollen, they didn’t even look like his nuts.

While he was watching his balls dangle underneath himself, he saw a pretty foot getting closer very quickly. He saw the impact hit his balls, driving them up into his stomach. The sound it made was weird - a wet, slapping sound. Then the pretty size six foot swung back away and his funny looking balls bounced violently up and down – ‘nice pedicure on her toes, pretty color,’ he thought.

Just then two things happened at the same time. Pain swelled up from the pit of his stomach into his brain, a deep, throbbing, nausea inducing pain. The second thing he noticed was the pretty foot coming back towards those bouncing balls hanging under his ass.

‘Oh hell no,’ was all Dan had time to think. He didn’t even have time to look away, just witness his balls disappear between his stomach and her foot. This time he saw his feet, as his knees were lifted off the mat a good six inches. Then everything went black and silent.

Dan fell forward flat on the mat, spread eagle and stationary. Lisa saw his nuts lying on the mat unprotected and continued her explanations of different ways his testicles were vulnerable.

“With your testicles flat on he ground like this, an attacker could easily stomp them into putty. I won’t put my full weight on them, of course, but you need to understand the danger of lying here like that, so I’m going to stand on them, until you learn.”

As she spoke, Lisa was curling the toes of both of her feet over each of Dan’s balls to keep them from squirting away. “Slippery little devils… there, I’ve got them now. Can you see how this is like a hand squeeze; the pressure can be kept up indefinitely by an experienced attacker.” She watched as his nut meat squished out between her white toes. She was getting very wet between her own legs, regretting having replaced her panties.

It was a full two minutes before stepped off saying, “See how you were held stationary by my feet. You were unable to get up, or even roll away. This is very effective and dangerous.” Lisa was unaware that he had been unconscious for this entire foot maneuver. She was too excited to wait; she drove her hands into her briefs and furiously began to rub on both sides of her clit.

“Dan, I’ll go shower now, and let you recover for a while.”

Lisa didn’t even make it to the locker room, she stopped at the first padded bench she came to in the Nautilus weight machine room and finished her orgasm. Only after she finished moaning loudly, did she realize she could be seen from the front windows. Fortunately most of the lights were off inside, and nobody was outside looking in at her. She continued on to the showers smiling and blissful.

PART 4

When she finished in the locker room, Lisa went to her office grabbed a clipboard, workout tracking plan, tape measure and headed back to the sparring room.

Dan had regained consciousness, and was sitting on his knees, holding his crotch with both hands, and slowly rocking back and forth with his forehead on the mat, moaning a low primitive sound.

As Lisa came over to sit in front of him, he instinctively tried to shy away and protect himself.

“Oh don’t be silly, we’re done for today. You did very well for your first lesson!” she said cheerfully.

“Now let’s begin a chart to document your progress. You took one front kick, ten knees, ten punches,” she recited as she wrote down the numbers and categories. “Thirty seconds of squeezing, two kicks from behind, and full two minutes of stomping. You were great!!”

Dan didn’t say anything, really couldn’t’ say anything, but he could hear her fine, and was encouraged by her praise. Lisa was so enthusiastic, that he couldn’t bring himself to say he might not come back for a second lesson.

Then she put down the clip board and moved behind him, between his legs. Somehow, Dan didn’t resist when she gently reached through is legs and pulled his swollen balls out of his hands. He let her handle his genitals as she recorded the length, width and circumference of each testicle with her cloth tape measure. “We should probably be weighing them as well, but I’m sure the measurements will be fine for our purposes. Next time we can measure them before and after your lesson, then we can see when they are getting accustomed to our regimen.”

When Lisa returned, she was fully clothed. Daniel was laying sprawled on his back on the mats, making feeble attempts to move or speak. Lisa took the opportunity to do another exam of his testicles, ensuring they hadn’t split open. They were warm to the touch, and swollen to an unbelievable size. She was fascinated to see they filled the fleshy scrotal sac, but were still distinct. The outer sheath of each nut was stretched to its maximum, and he was getting hard again as she probed his bag. “Looks alright to me; let’s see if you can stand up and walk it off a little.”

He was able to walk, if slowly, and they both figured that he had recovered enough to drive home. Lisa finished closing up the gym as he dressed, then she let them out and watched him get into his Porsche. “See you Friday, Dan,” she called before he closed the car door. ‘Nice car,’ she thought, ‘and what a great sport. I hope this arrangement lasts.’

Dan came back on Friday, and again the gym was almost empty. Lisa greeted him cheerfully, saying, “The janitors are almost done, and there are only two other people in the locker rooms getting dressed. When they leave we can lock the doors and have the whole place to our selves. Let’s go stretch out and warm up.”

Dan was still tender after two days of recovery, and frankly a little skeptical about being able to survive another ‘private lesson’. He intended to tell Lisa that when she joined him.

It was almost ten minutes before she came into the sparring room, she had the clip board and what looked like a couple of terrycloth waist belts from the robes in the sauna room. “These are to help you keep your hands behind your back, so you don’t block any of my hits on your testicles,” Lisa said cheerfully. “Go ahead and disrobe, we’re alone, the doors are locked. I’ll be right back, I forgot the tape measure.”

Off she went before Dan could voice a word of protest. He did as he was told, and was standing naked in the center of the room when she returned. She held the cloth tape measure and grabbed the clip board, ordered him to sit down and began to measure the dimensions of his balls. They were still tender, but he was fully aroused by the time she finished.

“Your right testicle is larger than your left one, and they are less than half the size they were when you left here on Wednesday evening. I really didn’t expect them to swell up that much. That’s so cool!!” Lisa was acting like a young teenager, almost giggly.

She moved the clip board and grabbed the terry cloth waist belts, asked Dan to roll onto his stomach and began to tie his wrists together behind his back. She bent his legs and tied his ankles together, and used a third belt to join his ankle bonds to his bound wrists. Lisa called it being “calf-tied”. With his cooperation, Lisa rolled him onto his back again. Lisa nudged his taught thighs wider and wider until she was satisfied.

The result was dramatic: Dan’s knees were spread almost to a completely oblique angle, with both his arms and legs trapped under his torso, and he couldn’t even think about closing his legs, or even raising his head to watch his groin get hit. Dan was unbelievably uncomfortable, unbelievably vulnerable, and unbelievably scared.

“Ready to get started?” Lisa asked as she sat between his knees, using her legs to help stabilize him.

Raising his head to look at her, Dan realized she wasn’t getting undressed, and said, “Aren’t we going to fight naked, again?”

“Since we need to condition your testicles before we can really ‘fight’, there’s no need for me to disrobe,” Lisa explained. “We’ll get you up to speed and after a couple of more lessons we’ll spar a lot longer than we could tonight. Now let’s pay attention, ready?”

PART 5

Self-Defense Instructor Lisa trains Dan's testicles to withstand attacks that may occur in the real world, without a protective cup. She enjoys it, he survives.

She didn’t wait, grabbing his penis with her left hand; she made a fist with her right and began punching his two hanging balls.

Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap.

Five straight punches. The air rushed out of Dan’s lungs as his whole torso contracted.

Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap.

Five more direct hits. Dan went into shock and tried to plead for mercy. His mouth moved but no words were coming out. Too late…

Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap.

“Tonight we’ll increase the amount to 15,” Lisa said with a ’matter of fact’ tone. “I think you should be able to increase your tolerance quickly.” She figured he’d be numb in a couple of minutes anyway, so she wrapped her fingers around both of his balls and waited until his breathing became rhythmic again. Then with a one word warning she said, “Ready” and began to squeeze his testicles in both of her fists. Dan wailed mournfully.

Watching the clock on the wall she was aiming for three minutes tonight. Lisa began to day dream a bit and had to shift her grip to maintain her attention on the task at hand. Whenever she eased her grip, the blood would rush back into Dan’s nuts and his pain receptors would register new and excruciating sensations in his clouded brain.

Dan squealed like a wounded animal every time she loosened her grip. Lisa thought that was funny and found herself pumping her hands open and closed to see the reaction on Dan’s face. At one point she interlaced her fingers at the top of his scrotum and trapping his balls at the bottom of the sac, she crushed both testicles between the heel of her palms. The nut meat was so flattened between her hands that it began to balloon out along the sides of her hands.

“If I had a third hand I’d drive my finger nails into them,” Lisa was thinking out loud. The sound of her voice startled her, and she looked at the clock. ‘Oops that’s more than four minutes.’ She kept that to her self, but couldn’t help but revel in the joy of squeezing his balls, so she continued for another 45 seconds to make a full five minutes. Lisa was living a dream she’d had for years; she had unrestricted access to a wonderful pair of bollocks and could do whatever she wanted – ‘awesome,’ she sighed.

Dan was awake, but definitely not alert. He was making some low guttural noises, but no recognizable words. He wasn’t listening too well, either.

Lisa was too fascinated by the swelling orbs in her hands to notice or care much about his mental state. She was guessing at how much larger she could get Dan’s balls to swell before they were in danger of popping. Lisa was determined to find out. She figured that the exterior sheathing would stretch a little more each night, and she could document that by measuring them.

Lisa squeezed out the two throbbing orbs and lowered her face to them, rubbing her cheeks against them, one-at-time. “Wow they are getting warm; do they feel hot to you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “They’re already as big as they were on Wednesday, and we haven’t even started to kick them, yet. Let’s give you a little breather, while I shift to a new position, alright?”

Lisa kept rolling his bruised balls in her hands while he moaned and began to enjoy the sensation. His dick grew steadily until it was bobbing with each heartbeat. She noticed a drop of pre-cum, which brought her back to reality. She thought he’d obviously had enough of a rest, so she spun around until she was again facing his package.

Holding one hand on each of his knees, she balanced her weight on her left knee. Drawing her right knee back she aimed at his nut sac. With his erection they made an easy target. With no warning Lisa began to drive her knee cap directly into his fully exposed testes. Her leg naturally bounced back, and she drove it back on target again.

“Munff, no, murthcey, pleeassse murthcey,” Dan was trying to articulate, but she didn’t give him a chance. Lisa continued to drive her knee into his groin until her left knee was sore from her own weight. So, she dropped to her right knee and began to bounce her left knee cap off his balls.

Dan lost count, but Lisa continued until she was tired. Gleefully announcing, “80 knee strikes, Outstanding Dan! Way to go, you really took it like a man, ‘giggle’. They are really getting huge, this is great.”

She stood up, and took a minute to drink some water. She then rolled him onto his stomach and began to untie his bonds telling him, “You really made some progress tonight. We’ll be sparring again in no time.” After his wrists and ankles were free, he just lay there sprawled face down on the mat, drooling and moaning slightly.

Dan had an athletic build, but he wasn’t all particularly tall or very heavy. To get her front kicks in, Lisa decided she could grab Dan’s ankles and lift his legs off the mat, exposing his balls from behind. This reminded her of doing ‘wheelbarrow’ hand walks with here friends as a child. Except Dan’s arms, chest and face remained flat on the floor. As she lifted his ankles higher his legs bent at the knees, so she had to step forward and hold his lower thighs with her hands, and place his feet under her arms. Dan’s testicles now hung upside down in their sack, dangling towards the floor.

It was a perfect target - Lisa slapped the top of her foot into his two, glowing red orbs. When he tried weakly to lift himself out of the position, it more fully exposed his groin. ‘It was almost as if he’s asking for it,’ thought Lisa. Lisa adeptly used the curve between her leg and foot to more fully catch not only both testicles but also his cock in her unrelenting assault.

She expected Dan to try and wriggle free, but he was beyond struggling. His arms gave out, and he collapsed again. His physical strength seemed to be fully drained and he couldn’t even being to protect himself from her; mentally he was in a semi-catatonic state of shock so he just laid there and took his medicine, letting Lisa ram his baby makers as hard as she wanted with her foot. As his body weight began to strain Lisa’s upper body, she lowered them back down to the mat, being careful to both leave his legs spread as wide as possible and then pulled objects of her desire out from under the protection of his body – away from any kind of safety.

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 two, now swollen glands. They were so big that Lisa almost lost her balance on her first try. She stepped back, grabbed his feet, and bent his legs at the knees, and lifted his feet up behind his ass. Using them to balance herself, she again placed both 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 rotating through every attack type 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. Although rolling him onto his back and letting him nurse his nuts seemed like a good idea, she decided to head for the lockers and take care of her own needs first - figuring Dan could recover on his own.

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 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 bullet 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, and less than a minute later 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 had been 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 ways to conduct his training. With his full complicity, 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 hanging testicles, 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.

Another favorite attack was several open-handed slaps, followed by a vice-like squeeze of one or both nuts. The slaps, especially, would always make him shudder and convulse, and make weird mewling noises, and one night she spent a whole hour just slapping his nuts as hard as she could. Dan was crying like a baby by the end of it. It was terrific.

She always 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 alive, and she loved the way they’d slide effortlessly in the synovial fluid of the sac. She also learned quickly the benefits of stretching his balls early in a session; somehow pulling the spermatic cords for several minutes made them unwilling to retract during 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 swelled bigger than before she started squeezing.

Size, then 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.

The nurse gave her explicit advice on the anatomy of a man’s ball, and shared with her various emergency room stories. She explained how one of the nurse's aids had eaten Rocky Mountaint Oyster, out west. "Rocky Mountain or Prairie Oysters are Bull or Sheep testicles, you know,” commented the nurse.

Lisa wondered out loud, “Hmm, 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. “Testes are covered with a tight white sheath, almost like a nylon fabric.”

Lisa smiled, “I guess you’d have to tenderize them first before eating. Maybe use a meat tenderizer?” They both laughed.

To keep the training of Dan’s testicles from becoming routine, Lisa would vary the sequence of attacks. Most days, she would start with kicks, then knees, punches, stomps and always adding several hand-squeezing sessions throughout, and 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 in his usual state: naked, and standing in the middle of the boxing ring. Her question took him by surprise, so he didn’t quite know what to say. “Ok, 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. Lisa loved how, even though Dan wasn’t much of a fighter, he was someone you enjoyed overpowering, because he kept coming back for more. 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 when Lisa suddenly stopped hitting him She pushed him forcefully into the ropes, and when he bounced off the ropes towards her she was ready! Her right foot slammed hard between his legs, catching both of his balls squarely, which sent him reeling back into the ropes. His left leg got caught behind the lowest rope, and Lisa grabbed his shoulders, holding him still against the middle and top ropes, 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!

His balls felt like they’d been rammed into his stomach. ‘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 upright 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,’ he thought.

Lisa saw the look in his eyes turn to a panic as he took an incredible number of knee shots to his two jewels. 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 toes into his exposed plums. He wasn’t going to learn anything if she didn’t keep him alert.

Lisa’s foot connected three more solid strikes to his testes, 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 struggled to return to his feet. He rose to a sitting position, but couldn’t go any further right away. His ball bag, however, just hung tantalizingly between his legs. “I’ll keep trying, I want to be there for you,” he managed to say in a whisper.

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 instinctively fell back on what they had been doing for over a month. Lisa slowly guiding him on his back, made him place his hands on his head, finger’s laced together, and then knelt between his legs. She grabbed his dick with her left hand. He was getting hard again! ‘He likes this almost as much as I do,’ Lisa thought.

Without a plan, she made a fist with her right hand and simply began to throw straight punches into his vulnerable testicles. Slowly, at first, and then with greater and greater speed. She didn’t really have to think about it; it was always the thing she wanted to do most, so she kept on punching them as he lay there and accepted her fist. And as Dan felt the rhythm of her blows, he found himself spreading his legs wider and wider to give her better access to his manhood. It didn’t matter now that she might destroy them. Dan surrendered them 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 licking 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 afterglow. 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 testicle 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 for weeks now, about fighting in the nude, and kicking and attacking a man’s testicles. 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, and Jill, a hard core street-fighter lesbian who really loved the idea of busting balls. Jill wanted nothing more than to destroy a man’s ability to reproduce.

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 confronted with two strange women, and 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.”

Lisa then walked up close to Dan, and leaned down to put her mouth near his ear, whispering, “Let them do anything they want to you tonight. I’ll be watching.” She caressed his naked cock and balls, causing him to shiver, and then walked away. She knew he now wouldn’t even make a ghost of an attempt to protect his nads from her friends.

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. It came out as a mumble.

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

Pam just smiled to herself at seeing 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.

Dan stood up cautiously, 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 from 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 hanging, defenseless balls.

With his erection keeping his penis out of the way, his dangling nuts were ripe targets, 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 get him back on his feet, and were both grinning widely. They were here to bust some balls and the longer he stayed standing, the more fun they could have.

Once standing, Dan opened his eyes and took a tentative step back, regaining some of 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 squarely into both of his defenseless testicles 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 turn his balls into putty, but his hands were covering them, and she wanted skin on skin contact. Crouching over him, Jill snaked her hand between his legs and his hands, and with an ease that surprised her, pulled them into view. It was almost if he was letting her take his balls from him. She consolidated her grip on his balls, and positioned her fingers so that they could so the most damage, and then she squeezed the two gonads for all she was worth! She watched with glee as naked ball-flesh oozed from between her fingers and squished under her thumbs. ‘Men are such fragile creatures,’ she thought. Dan let out a high, keening noise that seem to come from his very soul, but he held out as long as possible, so that Lisa could enjoy watching. Finally he was forced to slap the floor with a hand in an effort to prevent his total destruction, and Jill reluctantly stepped off his bloated nuts and moved away.

All three girls were breathing hard now, 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 moved in to help him up.

PART 10

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

He had barely risen to his feet and opened his legs to their aim once again, when both Pam and Jill advanced towards him. He instinctively backed up until he hit the ropes, without a punch or kick being thrown. Both women grappled him. There was fear in his eyes. Fear for his balls. 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, and then Pam’s left knee were driven between Dan’s legs into his basket. Instinctively he closed his legs and drew his hips back to protect himself, although with each lady pushing his shoulders out over the top rope and his ass was resting on the middle rope of the ring made complete protection impossible. Still, it made it a bit more difficult for their kneecaps to fully flatten his nuts. Small consolation.

Dan held out on them for as long as possible, but after about twenty knees to the groin fatigue set in, and he realized he could no longer hold his pelvis back against the springy middle rope. Now, all he could do now was to surrender his nuts to them, and Dan’s legs just flopped open of their own accord, lettting his two bruised baby-makers just hang there, ready for them. The two testicles were now the perfect target for both women, and they took advantage of the situation by releasing his shoulders and each grabbing his wrists with both hands. By pulling the wrists forward under the top rope, and then wrapping his arms around the rope itself, his head and chest were pulled clear out of the ring - literally presenting his groin to them. Dan willingly let them expose his manhood completely, even knowing how much it was going to hurt. All Dan really cared about was how much Lisa must be enjoying this.

While they each held on to one of his wrists, they took the time to co-ordinate some serious damage to his mangled meat. Jill kicked Dan’s legs open more so that Pam could launch a series of at least 30 kicks to his nuts with her right leg. First straight kicks with her heels, then ramming her shin right into his balls, and then open toed punts straight into his sack. Her karate-hardened toes pummeled his balls into mush. Then Jill took over. She upped the ante to 50 kicks.

She kicked him slowly, with carefully time punts from below, sending his nut sack flopping straight up against his dick and lower belly. Dan’s body jerked with each slam, but he didn’t’ plead for mercy, nor did he try and extract himself from the ropes.

THWACK THWACK THWACK went his nuts, up against this cock, and then sliding down again to hang – ready for her next kick. Jill was merciless and loved every minute of it.

After 25 of those, she switched to a more dangerous kick - one that could literally rip his ball-bag off his body. She straddled his left leg and raised her own left leg as far as it would go, with the heel hovering high above his groin. Then she brought the heel of her foot straight down on top of the scrotum, hitting his nuts from the above. This move damaged his balls, it smashed the delicate tubing behind his balls, and it pulled his scrotum down in an unnatural way. Dan started to pass out from the pain. Jill would have been all too happy to be the destroyer of Dan’s nut sack and the evil seeds of manhood it contained.

Lisa, the supposed referee was getting excited watching his balls stretch towards the canvas and then snap back into his groin. 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, admiring the swelling and redness of his nuts after only a couple of minutes. Jill, however, kept one hand on his wrist, wrapped her left hand around his throat, and placed herself between his legs so she could go for the kill.

Jill whispered in his ear. “Dan, your balls are your greatest weakness. Now they’re mine to bust.” She began to piston her left thigh up between his completely open legs, smashing his balls hard into his groin. Her thigh was wider than the earlier knees he’d received and she left his beleaguered baby-makers no room for escape.

Slap, Slap, Slap.

“Men are weak; you deserve no pity.”

Slap, Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Your balls are gonna’ be pulp soon, you son-of-a-bitch.”

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap

When Jill finally released his wrist and neck, Dan just hung there, trapped by his arms on the top rope, unable to even collapse to the canvas. Not wanting to be outdone by Jill, Pam proclaimed “I’ll get him down from there,” and she stepped forward, unleashing her foot in a full speed front kick to Dan’s open groin. Even in his brain-fogged state, he knew this one was going to hurt. She kicked him so hard he was propelled upright, and when he fell back down his left arm came off the top rope. He twisted down and to his right, slumping into a wounded mass on the deck.

Pam giggled at the results, while Jill was intense, planning her next attack on his groin; and Lisa had snuck her fingers into her waist band - softly rubbing her clitoris from watching the spectacle.

It was obvious 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.

After several minutes, somehow Dan was able to get back on his feet, wobbling unstably 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. The blow snapped his head back, and Dan threw his arms up to protect his face, falling back over the top rope to remain standing, now moaning from the pain in his head. His hips protruded as arched back, fully exposing his bruised and battered balls to his attackers once again.

Pam placed her left hand against his throat, held him in place with it, and began to sending uppercuts into his dangling testicles. 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 punching bag for 20 or 25 rounds. 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. At this point, his nuts had used up all the extra scrotum space, and so instead of hanging, the two generous glands bulged out on either side of his throbbing cock. This made it easy for Pam to single them out.

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 stared at his crotch. It was a testament to Lisa’s conditioning of his nuts, that amazingly Dan’s dick was still hard, and rose out of his dark bush and bloated testicles like a flag pole. His ample cock was rock hard, bouncing with each heartbeat as he hung by his arms, moaning continuously.

Jill was affronted. ‘He’s getting off on this abuse. How dare he?! I’ll get rid of that erection,’ she thought. Jill then stepped forward and grabbed one of his nuts in each of her hands. 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. She really dug her fingers and thumbs into the delicate balloons, hoping they’d pop.

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 them up to his navel, and watched as his feet actually left the floor. Jill held him there for a good 45 seconds before his weight tired her arms. Dan’s legs were twitching 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 around, 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 ravaged.

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.

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 croaked. 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 Jill 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 slightly. 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 or 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. They relaxed together in the hot-tub for a while.

After a while, they got out, and Dan lay on the deck beside Lisa, their feet in the warm water of the Jacuzzi. Lisa reached over and softly squeezed the erection he’d had almost all night. She rolled over to lay between his legs, caressing his balls with her fingertips. Amazed at the size of his balls after the 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 water 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. But 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. She accepted. 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 from the 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 just 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 up their cleaning chores with Lisa inspecting his work. Severe busting sessions awaited his manhood if he didn’t satisfy her with his cleaning efforts.

The cleaning routine became like hide-and-seek. Any day he was at home, Lisa would set out to find him, knowing he’d be cleaning some different part of the mansion. The reward for finding Dan would him smiling at her and spreading his legs so that his balls could continue to be “conditioned”. If he was clothed, he would usually drop his pants for her. If naked, he’d get down on all fours, and spread wide his legs so his baby makers dangled – easy access style. Seeing her soft feet come up between his legs to nail his balls made him hard no matter how it hurt.

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 manhood. It was worth the gut-wrenching pain, the nausea, and the destruction of his manhood 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.

It became obvious to Lisa that his scrotum would have to be stretched to accommodate their unnatural swelling. For four hours a day, when he was home, or all day when he was at work, Dan was obliged to wear specially designed ball weights. They were thick, tall rings of solid steel, and instead of hanging below his ball-sack, they clamped around the neck of his scrotum, weighting them from above. They stretched the scrotum as much by force as by weight.

At first only one ring would fit between his balls and the base of his dick. Then a second could be added. Eventually Lisa could squeeze six of them on top of his balls, and it was two months before his balls hung normally between his legs, and an additional three weeks before they stretched as far as Lisa wanted. A side effect was that his nuts no longer retracted fully under any circumstances. The cremaster muscles had been stretched beyond their capacity to support his testicles. Lisa was pleased.

One evening, after a truly wonderful dinner, Dan proposed marriage to her. Lisa had expected this and wasn’t unhappy; however, 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 said with a shrewd, mischievous look on her face, “Offer me your balls; they will be mine to do with as I please.”

Dan’s handsome, almost angelic, chiseled face looked up at her. “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, gazing into her eyes. He then stood, let his trousers and underwear slip down to his knees, and put his hands behind his back. Lisa stepped up to him and kissed him passionately as she kneed him, fully, in the balls as hard as she could, over and over.

Smack, Smack, Smack.

She penetrated his mouth with her tongue, practically choking him with it, and he yielded to it even as he yielded, even welcomed, the violation of his groin. It was a glorious moment for both of them.

There was a small ceremony at the mansion a couple of weeks later. Dan in a tailored black tuxedo, and Lisa in a beautiful white dress and white Victorian lace-up boots. Dan promised undying fidelity and fealty to her, and she promised to love him and abuse him for as long as he lived.

That night, being the honeymoon, was extra special. After a sumptuous dinner, Dan and Lisa went up to the bedroom, and he stripped slowly for her, while she remained in her dress and boots. When he finally pulled down his underwear, Lisa was delighted to see his cock was already taped to his belly, and apparently had been erect all day, undoubtedly in anticipation of this moment. Lisa giggled. The two softball sized testicles swayed pendulously between his thighs.

Dan walked over and sank to his knees in front of her.

He looked up into her eyes. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. He just slowly and deliberately spread his thighs wider than they’d ever been so Lisa could see she had complete access to the balls she now owned. Dan placed his hands behind his back. He was ready. His balls were ready. They drooped, unprotected in their gossamer thin pink sack.

Lisa smiled knowingly. She leaned down and kissed him, and then, while Dan’s eyes were closed, his lips savoring her taste, she drove her shoe into his junk. She didn’t hold back in the slightest, the pointed toe nailing his dick, his nuts, and his perineum. Only six months of swelling saved Dan from a rupture. Her heel periodically jammed into a nut, causing Dan cry like a wounded animal. Dan collapsed backwards over his own legs, and helpless as a baby, could do nothing while his unprotected seed-makers were mashed to a pulp.

When she got tired of kicking them, she told him to get up and go sit in the open backed boudoir chair, with his nuts pulled behind him and against the back of the seat, while she stripped down to her white silk slip. She knelt behind the chair, and then did straight punches into his balls, smashing them against the wooden seat. Since they were side by side, she could hit one for a while, and then switch to the other. She loved the workout it gave to her right and left sides. Dan was bent over his own knees, making primitive moaning noises as his wife bludgeon his baby makers. Well, her baby makers, now. And it was unlikely, after tonight that they’d ever make babies.

After this, Lisa guided him onto the bed, and told him to put his arms behind his head and spread his knees for her. Only true love gave Dan the strength not to hold himself or pass out. He spread them wide, almost flat, as she ordered. Lisa then started a ball thumping knee-cap spree straight into his sac. His eggs giggled and bounced as they received her knee.

Lisa shed her slip and looking down on him in only her silvery lingerie and gartered stockings, breasts jiggling high above him, she switched to knee drops into his exposed groin. His balls were so big, she could single them out easily. She began to moan now, in ecstasy, as she would drop, nail one of his balls, and then grind her knee-cap into it, flattening it against his pubic bone. Periodically, she would smother his face in one or the other breast so he could service it, almost snuffing him. His weak moaning for air only made her more excited.

Finally came the squeezing and slapping. The smacking sound of her hand on his testes sent orgasmic shudders through both of their body’s, him in agony, her in ecstasy. Lisa used her silk garters to tie his hands to the bed, and while he squirmed and moaned, she nailed his balls while jacking him to keep him erect. When she became too horny, she planted her crotch directly over his mouth and pulling his head into it, forced him to eat her out. She came three times that way.

Finally, after hours of torture, she let Dan rest. In the early hours of the morning, he recovered. It was finally time for him to enter the vagina he had been tasting for six months. She dropped the last of her clothing, and guided him into her. His fucking was slow and painful at first, but spurred on by his own primitive urge to rut, and six months of lust, he managed to plow her snatch. He moaned and pumped her, every thrust a torment and a pleasure; complete agony in the pit of his stomach as his balls slapped her ass. Lisa always loved a good fuck.

While he was cumming, Lisa reached down and squeezed the sperm out of his balls so violently he cried out loud, then she rolled him on his back, and forced him to lick her gash clean of his own cum. Good fuck or no, 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.

PART 13

The couple take a mourning run

One of the first things that Lisa did after they were married was set up a health regime for the sake of Dan’s cardiovascular health. This included an excellent diet (low in fat and carbs, high in fiber and nutrients), plenty of water throughout the day, and lots of exercise.

Usually the day began with a healthy breakfast followed by a shower and then a jog. Dan’s estate ran along a river which itself followed the edge of a state park where lots of joggers ran every morning. So, the couple would run across the estate, over a small bridge, and then run a several miles up and down the park.

In light of Lisa’s love of torturing “the twins”, Dan was obliged to wear a pair of nylon running shorts that were slit up each side but no briefs or jockstrap. This meant that his balls banged around the entire time they ran (causing a persistent, dull ache) AND made them visible from the side if he lifted his legs too much. 

This was adequate torture of his balls for the first two weeks, but eventually Lisa wanted to up the ante a bit. What to do?

As it happens, Dan had one peculiar habit that Lisa had noticed but had not yet taken advantage of. Whenever Dan needed to interact with his feet – to tie or put on his shoes or socks, to examine his foot, to clip his toenails, etc., he never bent down to see them, nor did he ever sit and bring his feet up within reach. Instead he invariably put his foot on some high piece of furniture, like a bureau or chair, and did his business that way. This caused him to be in a straddling position, with his groin fully exposed from the side. ‘How convenient,’ thought Lisa.

When Lisa initially asked him about it, Dan sheepishly said that his mother had been a dancer, and he’d watched her do the same with her feet. “She was always so graceful, and I think I thought that’s how elegant people interacted with their feet. I guess it just stuck,” he said.

Lisa smiled at this and didn’t comment, but it gave her a wicked idea.

On the Monday of the third week, the couple set out as always, Dan already aching from the way his giant nuts bashed themselves against his thighs as he ran; but he was too used to the sensation to let it slow him down.

They ran along, passing other couples, until they reached a low wall. Lisa suggested they stop and have a breather. Dan was relieved and decided to retie his shoes as he often did whenever they rested. Up went his right leg onto the low stone wall and so with it went his shorts. He was in the same position that a hurdler might be when stretching before a competition. His back leg planted far behind him, his torso and face positioned over his foreleg. This left him vulnerable, off balance, and unable to protect himself. 

Up went his shorts and out dropped his two big beautiful balls, naked and supple. ‘Perfect,’ thought Lisa. She lined up her foot up with his peaches, and then:

WHAM

Dan froze in mid-tie. WHAM WHAM WHAM, came Lisa’s shoe up between his legs. He couldn’t move or else he’d topple over. He couldn’t block her feet for fear of his fingers being broken. So he just stood there, rooted to the spot while her foot came like a freight train to his exposed orbs. 

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM.

Lisa was overjoyed. Bright, fresh morning ball busting – who wouldn’t love it? Her whole body tingled with excitement and vitality. Despite the sports bra, her breasts were swelling with arousal, and jiggling with her efforts. The balls were bouncing on the top of her foot like they were excited too. Only poor Dan seemed paralyzed by the activity.

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

Six more kicks, then she grabbed Dan before he could fall and guided him onto to his knees. Dan’s hands naturally rushed to nurse his nuts. Just as she crouched next to him, another couple ran past and stopped, politely asking if something was the matter. ‘Perfect timing,’ thought Lisa with satisfaction.

Lisa put on a sad, solemn look. “Oh thank you. Yes. My husband and I have just had the most terrible news.” Lisa sighed heavily. “His doctor has diagnosed him with,” Lisa paused, and an appropriately authentic sounding phrase popped into her head, “Orchid Fibrosis, and we’ve been trying to follow the doctor’s treatment plan.”

“Orchid Fibrosis? What’s that?” asked her partner. Although he was obviously “attached” to his running partner, he seemed entranced by Lisa’s rock hard nipples. Lisa smiled to herself. This would be easy.

“Oh. It’s very sad. We’ve been trying to have a baby for several years, now, but Dan’s testicles are full of . . . fibers of some sort. Anyway, the doctor said we need to kick them as much as possible to loosen the fibers.” Lisa sniffled a bit. “I wanted to have a child, so badly. The house seems so lonely and quiet.”

The woman seemed to be genuinely moved by this story, but also seemed a little leery of the direction the conversation was going. Still, she was compelled by politeness to ask: “That’s terrible. How . . . can we possibly help?”

“Well,” said Lisa, “I’m not very strong or experienced with medical treatments, and the doctor said we should ask our friends and neighbors to help. I wouldn’t mind it at all if you two would could take a few minutes and kick them,” cupping Dan’s crotch gently to indicate the target. Lisa looked sadly at her husband, who was still recovering from the kicks.

The couple looked at each other. “You want us to kick your husbands . . . balls?” they asked in unison. 

“Oh, if you would. I so desperately want to conceive,” said Lisa mournfully. “Dan doesn’t mind, do you dear?” she simpered. 

Dan only wanted Lisa to be happy. What else could he do but spread his groin for these two strangers? He opened his eyes, let his hands drop from his crotch, and put a reassuring smile on his face. Thinking about how much he loved Lisa, he said a sincere voice, “No of course not. I only want to give my wife a family and I’d appreciate any help to . . . soften my balls. Take your time with them.” He then spread his knees and hiked up his shorts. The twins were split in twain by the crotch-seam of his shorts, and they dropped into view, each in their own portion of scrotum. 

The coupled marveled at their size. “Yes, well, they’re obviously unusual,” commented the woman, who was getting a little excited despite herself. 

“I think we ought to help them Stefanie. They deserve to be parents,” commented the man, with forced gravitas. He actually looked all too eager to help.

“Well, if you’re sure . . .” said Stefanie, with hesitation in her voice. 

“Don’t worry about my balls,” said Dan. “The fibers make them . . .” Dan looked at Lisa. “Extra tough.” Lisa smiled sweetly at him. To make his targets even more inviting, Dan pulled his shorts up as far as possible. The two nuts bulged. ‘Fuck, now I’ve got a wedgie too,’ thought Dan.

Stefanie nodded and backed up a bit to take aim. 

WHACK, came the sexy foot of the hot redhead into his nuts. Then a hesitant pause. 

“It’s ok,” coughed Dan as he partially bent over. “Don’t stop.” 

WHACK, WHACK WHACK. Stephanie was starting to pant a little. This was exciting! “I hope this helps more than it hurts,” she said as she launched another volley. WHACK WHACK WHACK. She was starting to get moist between the legs. WHACK WHACK WHACK. This was too much! She stopped suddenly, and indicated that it was Johns’ turn, while she struggled to control her incoming orgasm.

John grinned. Between the sexy blond in the sports bra, and his girlfriend’s jiggling tits, plus the opportunity to rack this schmuck in the nuts, he was already sporting wood, and he didn’t care who noticed.

“Sure thing. You ready buddy?” John didn’t wait for an answer. He pumped his foot into Dan’s balls as hard as he could. THUMP “oof” THUMP “oof” THUMP “ahh” THUMP THUMP. Five sturdy kicks between the guy’s spread knees. The knees didn’t close, so John continued kicking.

THUMP THUMP THUMP. Dan was used to his wife’s kicks, but these were worse. Much worse. “You’ll be makin’ champion kids yet,” said John to no one in particular. THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Dan groaned. THUMP THUMP THUMP. 

It wasn’t everyday he got to kick another guy’s junk. ‘Might as well seize the opportunity,’ thought John. THUMP THUMP THUMP. It was all Dan could do to hold his legs open for the punishment. Meanwhile, Lisa was getting off big-time by the abuse of her husband’s baby-makers. Her underwear was now drenched with sweat and juices.

Finally John stopped to assess the results of his work. He noticed Dan’s balls were bruised and swollen, and had gone from pinkish to an angry red. John felt satisfied with the results.

Lisa smiled coyly up at John, and puffed her chest out with gratitude. John most definitely noticed that too.

“Oh, thank you so very much,” Lisa gushed, “both of you. Dan, shake their hands so there’s no hard . . . “ Lisa’s gaze traveled from John’s eyes down to the dick tenting his shorts, “ . . .feelings,” she ended. John replied with a quick ogle of her tight body.

“Of course,” said John, thrusting a hand out to Dan. “Glad to help a citizen in need.” Dan mustered his will not collapse into a pile of whimpering jelly at this guy’s feet, and issued his own hand. “Thanks, I needed that *cough.”

“Well,” said Stephanie from behind her boyfriend. “I hope that helps you two, and, er . . . good luck with the baby.” The couple turned around and trotted off, John a little more reluctantly than his partner. 

“Gosh,” said Lisa as she hoisted Dan to his feet. “I love our morning runs, don’t you . . . ‘dear’.” A moan escaping from the pit of his stomach was Dan’s only reply. Lisa giggled. “Maybe we’ll run into them again,” she said thoughtfully.

And so they did. Frequently. And it became a pleasant routine for many of the couples who jogged on that trail to help ‘Lisa and her husband’ to have children. Dan quickly got over any shyness about it and just let his balls hang on display, open to passersby to hit or squeeze or kick whenever they wanted. He even started to get aroused by the punishment, and Lisa felt this was an excellent sign that the cardio-workout was doing its job. ‘After all,’ she reasoned, ‘if you can jog with a hard-on and swollen nuts, you must be pretty fit,’

PART 14 (conclusion)

Lisa says goodbye to Dan and the twins...

 

Dan 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, and his physician estimated that he had less than three months to live.

While Lisa made a rare solo trip to New Mexico, Dan was admitted to the local hospital with a severe coronary attack. Although still the physical picture of perfection, his EKG showed massive scar tissue, and the prognosis was dismal. He returned home, knowing what had to be done.

When Lisa returned from her trip, she found him in the living room waiting for her. She found him sitting naked on the couch, his legs drawn up on the cushions, and his luscious ball bag dangling over its edge. Dan explained what had happened, what was soon going to happen to him, and that nothing could be done to change it.

Dan stood up and walked over to her, took her hands, and made them cup his huge low hangers. "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." He sank to his knees. "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 in front of her, tears streaming down his face.

Lisa was devastated. The money was nice, but this was serious, she loved Dan. But . . . how could she possibly deny his dying wish? "Of course I’ll accept your offer," She said finally. "I’ll swell them one last time, and then crush them completely. For both of us. 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."

Dan looked away. He had watched his father and grandfather go through the same illness and knew he was going to go downhill fast. He had to make Lisa see that it must be done quickly. "Lisa, I don’t want to live like this. The weaker I get, the less we can do. Soon I won’t even be up to having sex, let alone conditioning. I don’t think we can wait another day. If you do it tomorrow, I’ll still be able to go through it with you, to very end. Please, I need you to do this. My balls need you to do this." Dan kept a stiff upper lip as he spoke, but when he saw her nod her head, in grim determination, he relaxed in gratitude. And amazingly began to get hard thinking about her last opportunity to attack his manhood.

They spent the entire night talking together and cuddling under a blanket on the couch, Dan naked and Lisa in her pajamas. Lisa fondled his balls continuously and kept his dick hard while they reminisced about their early years together. They verbally re-lived those early sessions, and Lisa reveled at how horney they had made her, but how she also hadn’t wanted to show it for fear of losing him as a client. She admitted to him the fine balance she’d struck between coveting his balls and coming to love him as a person. And she did, she really did love him, and not just his balls.

In return, Dan detailed his emotional journey: of how his initial attraction to her allowed him justify boxing without a cup, and how attraction had grown into love, allowing him to overcome a man’s most basic instinct – to protect his balls, and finally how that love had blossomed into abject worship, allowing him to surrender his nuts completely to her, to let her punish them anyway she wanted to without either fear for their safety or fear of the unbelievable, gut wrenching pain that she visited upon him, just about every single day. Love had truly conquered all.

When dawn came, Dan lifted her hands from his genitals so that he could hold them while he looked into her eyes. "Lisa, I love you. Forever. I know I can’t give you children, but I can give you my balls. Make me, make us happy one last time." Words that Lisa would remember for the rest of her life.

Lisa called Patty, a gourmet chef who specialized in exotic dishes and who shared Lisa’s fondness for testicles, over to the mansion so that she could prepare Dan’s nuts for eating. Patty advised that Lisa should bring Dan to the brink of orgasm multiple times but not let him actually cum since in her experience this made for better tasting balls. Lisa was concerned that Dan should have at least one last orgasm, but Dan was only too happy to oblige Patty, since as he put it, "I want you to cum from this, not me." So, for several hours that morning, while Patty purchased and prepared the special ingredients for the meal, Lisa jacked Dan off. Each time he was close to cumming, Lisa would stop stroking him and squeeze his testes with all her strength until his hardon deflated.

This cycle of pleasure and pain gave Dan a case of blue-balls unheard of in history, and left him with a sexy, dull, throbbing pain in his groin even before the festivities began. It made him feel like he truly was giving up all of his manhood to the wife he worshiped.

When the video camera had been set up, and the culinary preparations were complete, Dan let Lisa tie his hands behind his back, and then stood in front of her, his male member standing at attention, proud to serve its mistress one last time, and his sacrificial manhood swinging between his legs, awaiting her pleasures.

Dan gave her an earnest look of complete love and devotion. "Please don’t hold back, make this a session to remember – for both of us."

Lisa was softly crying, but she was still a professional. All she could manage was a nod.

True to her word, Lisa made this last session their best. She started with the hardest possible kicks to his nuts while he just stood there, letting his testicles completely absorb the entire impact from her foot, then her toes, then her heel, and then her shin. Dan willed himself to let his balls intercept every kick so that he could remember the feeling of her feet forever.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. was the slow, measured staccato sound that could be heard throughout the house.

These were, slow, strong, brutal kicks – the kind that left full grown football players helpless on the ground, wishing they were dead. The kind of kicks that left most men in need of surgery. The kind of kicks that women practiced on dummies so that they could neuter would-be rapists.

And not just a few of them, but an hour and a half of them, counting in the hundreds. Kicks designed to scramble the eggs of any human male. And Dan surrendered to every single fucking one of them. He welcomed them. They were gifts from his Goddess. Remarkably - he was still standing by the end, though a bit wobbly.

Lisa eased him onto the couch to give him 15 mins to recover while she gently stroked his cock to keep it hard and out of the way of his balls, and when her horniness to get on with the fun became too much, she dragged him off the couch by his nuts, pulled him over to the wall by them, and pushed him up against it, so that she could give her knees a last chance at fun. And was it fun!

These weren’t the regular knee-shots-to-the-groin like he was used to receiving. These were pile drives, deep and hard into his mangled manhood aimed at not just making them swell, but actually destroying them. These were nut-busting knee caps into his groin, where she pulled down on his shoulders with each thrust so that the damaged was maximized. Indeed the trauma to his balls was so intense that the usual smacking sound of his nuts turned into an erotic crunching sound, which they both savored.

At one point, she realized that he kneecap was only hitting ball about half the time. She stepped back and ordered him to spread his legs as far as they could go. In his eagerness for her to make his manhood much and to obey, Dan spread them so fast that he almost fell over. A switft kick to his groin stopped that in its tracts.

The new position now allowed Lisa to grab his hips with her hands and control them she could jam her leg into his defenseless junk with greater precision. The top of her thigh mashed his genitals without mercy, and Dan’s eyes were rolling in their sockets from the pain, a soft moaning escaping his lips.

When it became apparent that the only thing holding him up was the thigh banging into his balls, Lisa let her husband fall to the floor, where he landed on his left side, knees drawn up in response to the ball pain. Lisa had intended to give him another rest period, but his scrotum hung down between his closed legs in such a tantalizing way that she couldn’t help herself. She reached down and lifted his right leg, re-exposing his balls, and then proceeded to punt them and stomp on them as hard as she could. They were huge now, easily the size of melons, and so filled with unreleased sperm and edema that her foot practically bounced off of them. As she buried her toes in his balls, her level of horniness increased to monumental proportions. Dressed only in a bra and panties, she realized she was literally dripping her cunt juices on the floor. Yes, she was losing the man she loved, but she getting to experience something few other women even dreamed of – the hands-on emasculation of her husband at his own request, and it was making her shiver with excitement.

Soon she experienced wave after wave of orgasms as he husband just lay there, moaning, his testicles absorbing all of her kicks, and she dropped to her own knees, unable to continue for the moment. When the pleasure had ceased, she realized she wanted to damage him all the more, and got some nearby rope. With it, she rolled Dan onto his back, pushed his knees up to his head and then looped the rope under his legs and knees and guided the rope behind his neck and shoulders so that his legs were fixed in that position. Now his package was on full display, his dick (purple and rigid) pulsing on his belly and his red, bull-sized balls resting on the carpet.

One would expect, based on their normal testicle punishment routine, that Lisa would start punching them, but she knew that Dan’s orbs would be slightly numb right now. So, instead, she did something novel. Instead of squeezing his balls (her normal alternate to punching), she decided to squeeze and ruin the tubes behind his balls.

Unlike his testicles, which had received 5 years of conditioning, the chords and tubes connecting them to his body had remained relatively untouched. Normally Lisa wouldn’t have attacked them on him or any other man, since it would immediately lead to sterility, but what did it matter now, for Dan? Both his life and his sex life were ending here, right now, today, at her hands. And she was determined to extract every ounce of pleasure from every part of his balls that she could. Lisa kneeled in front of them.

She cupped them, lovingly. Then rolled them around, stretched them in their sack. Even on their way to destruction, they were easily the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. ‘What a pity,’ she thought, ‘that men can’t regrow these. What fun that would be to get to crush the same set of nuts every month . . .’ She brought the bright red orbs up to her face and nuzzled them, while letting Dan moan in submissive pain. ‘Time to make him scream,’ she thought with a wicked grin.

Taking first the right ball, she stretched and pulled the gland until it fit snuggly between her legs, pressed up against the hungry lips of her vagina, and then she squeezed her thighs together so that the testicle was trapped. This left the epididymis and vas deferens clearly visible, and vulnerable, in his scrotum – like tight strings on a banjo.

She began their destruction by pressing her thumbs and forefingers into the base of his ball, and began to squeeze and squish his epididymis as hard as she could. The delicate tubes were no match for her strong fingers. They began to squish and burst, and unlike the normal ball pain that he was used to receiving, this pain made Dan scream in agony. His body had no defense against the fingers and thumbs pulverizing his delicate tubing into uselessness. When she was sure she’d made paste of his epididymis, she moved onto the pinching the vas deferens as hard as she could, following it up to the root of his cock. Her hands were like a burdizzo, crushing his ball’s lifeline and his sex life, and causing pain that only torture victims could appreicate.

When she was sure that duct system had been squished beyond repair, and that she’d raped his manhood of any dignity it might have left, she let it drop, and it just hung there. Usually testicles move slightly of their own accord when left alone. Now his right ball just lay there, motionless. Lisa reveled in another huge waive of orgasmic pleasure as she noted this supreme humiliation of her husbands livelihood. Wanting more sexual convulsions, she grabbed his left nut and did the same to it. Again Dan screamed for several minutes, utterly lost in his pain while Lisa was utterly lost in her pleasure.

When she finally dropped his lefty, she knew his reproductive power was utterly destroyed. The ball bag just hung there, awaiting her next move, unable to move or fulfill even the least of its naturally functions. She decided that it was time to punch them, now that the ball-proper had been allowed to rest. She rolled Dan, still tied up, onto his chest so that his man-sack hung down below his anus and his big balls lolled on the carpet. She picked them up from behind with her left hand and, squeezing them out, began to punch them with her right. Her fist punched first the left nut then the right nut, dead center, and the ball meat warped around her knuckles, leaving dents in them as she alternated. It was obvious that his balls were finally reaching a critical state.

Lisa again stopped to examine them. She rolled them around, stretched them. They were beet red, and burning hot to the touch. They were getting so close to destruction that she could already start to taste them. Their warm salty innards, sliding down her throat, and filling her with her husband’s manhood in a way most women would never get to experience.

Deciding on one last round of torture, she quickly untied his legs. She pulled them out and spread them far apart. She also pulled his scrotum out from under his body, so that they lay there on the carpet like two mutant kidney beans. Then she stood up and stepped down on his bloated bollocks. One foot on each ball. Her weight made them sink into the carpet, and she could hear Dan start to cry. She was crying to. They were both crying tears of joy and sadness (an possibly pain). This was her last opportunity to feel his balls be helpless under her feet, and it was his last chance to feel her weight on them. For a good 15 minutes she just rolled around on his nuts, and Dan kept sobbing over and over, "I love you, I love you Lisa".

His testicles oozed under her toes, and Lisa experienced yet more orgasms as she knew they were approaching their ultimate end. Halfway through, the perch became wobbly, and she bent Dan’s knees so that should could use his feet as stabilizers. What brought her out of her revery finally was Dan’s voice issuing from the carpet. "Lisa . . . before it’s too late," he moaned. This caused Lisa to step off of them. She nelt down to examine the sacrificial balls to decide their fate.

PART 15 (conclusion)

Lisa destroys and eats Dan’s nuts ...

The swelling was tremendous - the right ball had a lumpy feel to it, and the left felt like an over extended balloon, about to pop. Both felt much softer than normal, as if their protective white sheath had been tenderized. Lisa got up to put him in his final position, but then stopped. How could she really do this? To the man she loved. How could she destroy his livelihood? If she stopped now, they could last for several months more. They could enjoy many more nights together busting his balls, and maybe he’d even live that long. Somehow, through the pain, Dan noticed her sudden hesitancy. Dan was adamant - there was actually anger in his voice, "No. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t leave me like this. I want to die your man. You need to do this for me, before I go."

"Ok". She said sadly (though her loins were still throbbing with sexual pleasure, and ust as his dick was larger than she’d ever seen it before). She positioned him on his back, his groin once again exposed. Lisa gracefully knelt between his manly legs, and gently cupped his smooth, warm scrotum. The nuts it held, her nuts, were waiting for their mistress to destroy them.

She looked into his pain hazed eyes, and asked, "Are you ready?" What could Dan do but nod "yes"? It was all he ever wanted for his wife but to be happy.

Lisa wanted to remember the shape of his balls for the rest of her life, so she decided she would crush his right ball in her bare hands. Flesh to flesh. Fingers verses testicle.

First she isolated an orb and made sure it was completely vertical. Then, she lovingly wrapped both hands around his right testicle, her fingers laced around his ruined epididymis, looked deeply into Dan’s brown eyes and began the pressure. Dan’s head fell back and he began to moan again, this time more loudly. Slowly driving her palms together, she managed to get them within a half inch of each other, but couldn’t pop his nut. The years of conditioning had toughened them up too much. Frustrated, Lisa had to finally free her thumbs and plunge them into the outer curve of his ball, driving them deep into its heart. Dan’s moaning grew louder and louder until he gave a squeal of pain as they both felt his ball give way under the onslaught. The protective sheith hadn’t actually ripped, but she could feel a permanent distortion in its parabolic curve. Lisa took advantage of this breech, and eagerly pressed her thumbs deeper and deeper into his oyster. Her breathing became more and more eratic as she penetrated in the very heart of his ball’s defenses. The sides began to bulge out and she could feel her thumbs crushing the nut paste that packed his ball. And just as she thought she couldn’t plunge them anymore deeper into the organ, his nut split, with a sexy, sadistic pop. Wave upon wave of shudders wracked both their bodies, she in pleasure, he in pain.

But she wasn’t done with the defeated organ yet. Now that she had punctured it, was going to ruin it. She had ripped the organ length wise, prying apart a gland that had been whole from before Dan’s birth. She pried it apart.

Then, to make her victory over the ball complete, she grasped his sack underneath the ball with her left fist, and with her right fist began pounding his damaged man fruit into a mushy pulp – each punch brought more shudders from her pussy.

CUM PUNCH CUM PUNCH CUM PUNCH

Lisa lost track of how long she pummeled the burst nut. When she finally let go, Dan shuddered, his mind glazed beyond recognition, and she was exhausted. Did she have the stamina to complete the job?

Lisa got up and did some stretching and got some water. This sex and death session was a marathon, not a sprint. When she returned, she found her husband a mess, twitching and moaning, and in need of some gentle attention. So, she knelt beside him and gently stroked his body, gently sucking and licking his dick, using his own pain-sweat as lubricant. Eventually he seemed to revive a bit.

"Dan, in honor of our first busting, Im going to kick your last nut to death. I love you, my dearest, and I want to you feel it until the very end. Don’t go until it pops. OK?"

Dan gurgled in the back of his throat. "I’ll try," it sounded like. Like always, Dan wanted to be there for her, to help her achieve happiness.

"Thank you," said Lisa. She took a piece of the rope and tied off the remaining ball. Then she stood and placed her foot on it to get a sense of aim. She just let it sit there, her foot, on his last nut. Toes pressed against its round ball flesh, heel following the curve of it, toenails jabbing into it, slightly. And then . . .

THUMP. One kick. THUMP. A second kick. THUMP THUMP THUMP. More kicks. A dozen. Then thirty. Then fifity. THUMP THUMP THUMP. The ball was swelling even more now. It was easily the size of an extra large cantaloupe. Seventy kicks. THUMP THUMP THUMP. The sounds escaping from Dan’s lips were a combination of mewls and gurgling. It was a wonder he hadn’t passed from the pain already, or even died. Lisa was proud of her man for taking-it-in-the-ball better than any other man in history.

And then, after about 150 THUMPS to his last nut, something strange happened. Lisa had taken a pause to rest her weary foot, when she noticed something odd. The testicle, which she had thought quite helpless and immobile after the earlier cord destruction, began to move and twist and writhe as if it has a life of its own.

Patty, who had been watching all this from a discrete distance at the other end of the living room (and fingering herself), ran over. They both watched in fascinated horror as his bloated ball began to expand in time with his presumed heartbeat. Then, the ball began to swell and swell and swell, until to their surprise,

*S P L A T*

the testicle self-detonated right in its own sack.

From the 5 years of abuse and the special treatment it had received this evening (and other evenings like it), Dan’s right ball had somehow managed to reach its bursting point, and so it exploded in its own shell, like a microwaved egg. The sound was so loud it filled the room. An amazing, sexy splat. And Patty and Lisa fell on the couch, driving their hands between their legs as they watched the incident, each lost in a bliss of orgasmic pleasure.

Further, Dan’s scrotum began flop around as he convulsed on the floor, and his now denatured genitals made aditiional slapping sounds as they hit his thighs and the stomach.

After a while, Dan stop trashing about and fainted, and lay there silent and sweaty. When Lisa and Patty could rouse themselves from their afterglow, they began the harvest. Patty placed the enormous deflated ball-bag into a Pyrex bowl, and began to slit it open. Out poured the pent up semen, his two great seeds, their destroyed contents, and enough lymph fluid for making a very rich sauce.

Patty lifted one of the deflated nuts and rolled it softly in her fingers, looked at Lisa and giggled like a school girl. Even destroyed, they were easily the largest nuts she had ever prepared. Patty gently kissed the testicle and dropped it back into the bowl. She did the same to the second one. These were balls worthy of reverence. She left Lisa to deal with Dan, so she could go lovingly prepare her most improbable meal ever.

She served them to Lisa, at the formal dining table, on a white tablecloth and all the best silver cutlery. Two huge man oysters, cooked with leeks and wine and saffron, on a bed of steaming Basmati rice and garnished with some fried calf balls for fun.

It was delicate, it was delicious, and it was Dan. All Dan. What a man to give her such a treat. What a man that he would truly be part of her, forever. What other man, in all the world, could make a sacrifice like this, just for the sake of love?

The events were more than Dan’s heart could withstand. He fell into a deep sleep 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 by visiting the women who been part of their ball busting romance over the years, telling them of that last morning together.

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 had used to measure Dan‘s swollen balls. These days . . . you can hear her three nights a week shouting: "Swelling is the key ladies; these men deserve to get the training they’re paying us to give them. That’s right, squeeze those testicles!!"