Seminar

Seminar

by jim_z, 07-15-2021

The college co-eds sat giggling in the classroom waiting for the instructor to arrive. They’d all shown up a little early for this seminar, as they were quite excited for it. The listed title was “How to Handle a Man (for young women),” taught by Miss Sophie Flowers, and the description stated that they would learn the best ways to touch a male through hands-on experience. These types of courses were getting more common on college campuses, and the young women were glad of the opportunity. Some were still virgins, and most considered that they had a lot to learn about men.

Miss Flowers came through the door, and everyone grew silent as they turned to watch her enter. She was young for a college instructor, only in her late twenties, with a pretty face, slim figure, and blond hair.

“Hello ladies!” she exclaimed as she strode to the front of the room. “I hope you’re all excited for this seminar!” The tittering and girlish giggles told her they were.

“Let’s get right to it,” she said. “As six of you signed up for today, I have six male students who volunteered to join us. I’ll bring them in now, and each of you pair up with one of them.”

The girls, all of whom were quite attractive, were suddenly very quiet as six young men filed into the room and stood along the wall at the front of the class. The guys were also all attractive, fit and young, and dressed only in bathrobes.

“OK ladies, pair up with a gentleman please, and stand in front of him,” said Miss Flowers. The class complied with coy expressions. “All right now, how many of you have touched a man’s privates before?” asked the pretty teacher. Most of the class raised their hands, but not all.

“Gentlemen, please disrobe. When you’re with a man, you’ll find that it’s never hard to touch him. Most men will gladly let you put your hands on their genitals. Please turn to your man now, and take his penis in your hand.” As the girls complied, most of the guys grinned at them, their manhoods starting to rise to the occasion.

“Now with your other hand,” continued Miss Flowers, “hold both of his testicles. This is the most important part of correctly handling a man, and the one that’s most overlooked.” When the girls had all complied, some of them having a little difficulty grasping the slippery orbs, Miss Flowers smirked. “Listen carefully now, and I want you to do exactly as I say without hesitation. Squeeze his testicles as hard as you can!” Many of the girls gasped with surprise, but all of them smiled and bore down hard on the testicles trapped in their hands.

“In fact,” continued Miss Flowers, “you can let go of the penis now. That was just a pretext to get your hands on him. Once you have his testicles, you completely and utterly control a man. He won’t resist any command you give him, I promise, though it’s possible to incapacitate him so completely that he can’t move if you squeeze hard enough. I’ve even had a few pass out on me! Feel free to use the other hand on those testicles as well.”

The guys were shocked. They’d thought (like the young co-eds) that this was going to be a handjob class. Most of them bent over around the girls’ hands, clutching futilely at their wrists, and many emitted high squeals of agony.

One of the girls piped up: “One of them slipped out of my grip!”

“That happens,” replied Miss Flowers, “just get it with your other hand. You can use a hand for each, or get them both together again. Now that you have your man in hand,” she chuckled, “make him put his hands over his head into the restrainers on the wall. They’ll close automatically. And have him put his feet in the restrainers too.”

The girls ordered the doubled-over guys up, some pulling them up viciously by the testicles. Some of the men looked like they wanted to resist, but some extra-hard squeezes brought them into line. Soon all had their arms and legs restrained.

“If your man gives you trouble, you can pinch a testicle between your nails,” advised Miss Flowers. One of the girls tried this for no real reason, bringing high squeals from her guy and more laughter from the girls.

The foot restraints were several feet apart so that each guy was now restrained spread-eagle against the wall, each of the girls still gripping their testicles hard.

“You can give your hands a rest now, girls, your guy isn’t going anywhere. As I think we’ve demonstrated, it shouldn’t be hard to get a man’s testicles in your hand. Then he’s yours! That’s the main lesson for this seminar. What are your questions? First, let’s tape over their mouths so they can’t complain. If they give you a hard time, you know what to do!”

Only one guy tried to move his face away from the duct tape, but he froze in apparent shock as the brunette attending to him twisted his testicles with casual violence.

A short, cute red-head named Jessica asked, “Is it possible to break the testicles?”

“It is,” said Miss Flowers, but you have to really try hard. You can squeeze them until they rupture, especially if they’ve been weakened by kicking or stomping on them. It’s easiest if you push hard into them with your thumb. Alternatively, you could pinch them in half, probably using both hands. If you’re having a hard time, you could always bite them. That’s never failed for me!” she smiled, showing her pretty white teeth, and all the girls laughed.

“If there are no other questions, that actually concludes the seminar except for receiving your proof of completion. That proof will be the testicles you’ve been working on. You get to keep them!” All the guys looked terrified, and the girls’ mouths dropped.

“But do they deserve that?” asked one girl. “Isn’t castrating them kind of harsh?”

“Not at all,” replied Miss Flowers. “These guys volunteered to have total strangers touch them even though they all have girlfriends. I put the girlfriend requirement in the solicitation for volunteers. So if they don’t, they’re liars and don’t deserve to have testicles anyway. Now, I have a jar full of vodka for each of you to put your testicles in. You can keep them on display in the jar, have them made into jewellery,” she pulled her hair back from her ears to show a pair of gold-covered oval earrings that were obviously testicles, “or even eat them! That’s why I use vodka instead of rubbing alcohol. Feeling them pop in your mouth as you chew them can even be orgasmic for some women. Or, I have a friend who makes them into sex balls strung together. She swears, shoving testicles inside herself them slowly pulling them out is the most erotic thing in the world.”

“But here’s the hardest part of the seminar,” Miss Flowers continued as the girls tittered and giggled again, some blushing prettily. “You have to get them off! You can try to just pull them off, twist, or do whatever you like. You don’t graduate, though, until you’ve got them floating in your jar. Go ahead!” The men looked terrified, of course, but were helpless in their restraints.

A curvy blond girl turned back to her guy first, saying “I’ve always wanted to try this move I learned in karate.” She took his testicles firmly in one hand, then suddenly yelled “hiiyaah” and pulled them as hard as she could toward her own abdomen. As they stretched away from his body, she brought her other hand down hard in a karate chop on his stretched scrotum. The guy went limp in his restraints, but his testicles remained attached. Pouting, she stepped closer to him again. Shifting her body weight, she jerked his testicles away again, timing her karate chop just as his scrotum was most stretched. This time, the whole scrotum came away in her still-clenched hand, trailing spermatic cords that stretched to his groin before snapping. The blond squealed with pleasure and emptied the skin-pouch into her hand. She looked at the smooth pink orbs in her palm, then tentatively picked one up and put it in her mouth while the rest of the class watched, transfixed. She held it on her tongue, then tested it between her teeth. Finally, she spit it back into her hand, then put them both in the jar Miss Flowers gave her.

“I don’t know what to do with them!” the blonde exclaimed.

“Well you don’t have to decide now, of course,” said Miss Flowers. “And you always know how to get more!” she smiled, and the girls laughed.

The next two young women turned to their guys. One managed to simply pull her testicles off with brute force, explaining that she dug her nails into the back of the scrotum a little to help it tear. The second put one foot on her guy’s chest to gain better leverage, providing everyone with a great view of her taut legs and butt in her yoga pants. Her guy, for some reason, didn’t especially seem to appreciate the view! When she pulled with all her strength, including her torso and legs, his testicles also quickly came away in her hands.

The next girl tried a different approach. This was the young redhead, Jessica, and she smiled up at her guy as she approached him. She trailed her fingers over his abs and thighs, and the girls giggled as his cock became erect in spite of his predicament. She grasped his penis, squeezing a little pre-cum from the tip and licking it off before returning her gaze to his eyes.

“Ready?” she purred, now sliding her right hand in a firm grip around both his testicles. His eyes were wide with fear, then with pain as she slowly started twisting her hand. She ducked under her own arm to turn completely around, her hand like a vice on his scrotum. The skin and testicles twisted, and she continued, turning completely around again after pausing to kiss him gently on the lips. Now the testicles were a dark purple in her hand, with the scrotal skin stretched taut and white. As she completed her third turn and looked down at her hand, she saw the skin tear and felt the tension from her twisting release. His scrotum was now attached only by a thin piece of twisted skin. She clucked her tongue at seeing that, and pulled the skin with a finger from her left hand, tearing it completely. Her right hand never released its grip on the testicles, which were now attached to his body only by the twisted spermatic cords. Still clutching them, she kissed him again then turned and started to walk away from him, smiling over her shoulder to watch his face as she took his still-attached testicles with her. The cords stretched farther than anyone thought they would, snapping with an audible sound only when she was three feet away. Like the other girls, she closely examined the naked testicles in her hand before securing them in her jar. Even then, she couldn’t keep her eyes off them, repeatedly gazing at them hungrily. Miss Flowers had a feeling the girl would be eating them raw tonight while getting herself off, then looking for more.

As the fifth girl (a slender dark-blond named Cayla) approached her guy, he struggled to say something through the tape covering his mouth. Holding up a finger to arrest the student, Miss Flowers approached him.

“You have something to say?” she asked. “I’ll let you talk, but if all you do is beg I promise you’ll regret it. I’ll slowly crush your testicles into jelly, and make sure you’re conscious for the whole thing. Then we’ll rip them off. I’ll just find some other testicles for Cayla to remove for herself. Still want to say something?”

He nodded, and she peeled the tape off his mouth. “Cayla,” he said, “don’t do this! You care for me, we signed up for this because we thought it would be fun!”

Miss Flowers pinched his left testicle to stop him from talking and re-sealed the tape over his mouth. Releasing his nut, she turned to Cayla. “You know him?” she asked.

“He’s my boyfriend,” the girl replied. “You know what though? I think it’s time to break up! And I do think this is fun!” She smiled at Miss Flowers and approached the boyfriend, who was shaking his head frantically at her. Looking into his eyes, she took his penis in her hand and said soothingly, “I think you deserve to cum one more time though.”

Turning back to Miss Flowers, she asked “Is that ok?”

“Of course!” grinned Miss Flowers. “Here’s what I want you to do. Take a testicle in each hand, and squeeze the whole testicle. Don’t start too hard, and don’t dig your fingers in with too much pressure at any one spot. Squeeze harder and harder, and hopefully, you can make him ejaculate before your hands get too tired to continue.”

“That sounds amazing!” said Cayla, and the other girls exclaimed among themselves, fascinated at the prospect. Cayla encircled each testicle with her fingers, one in each hand, and slowly started to squeeze. After ten seconds, she was squeezing hard, and the guy’s body started bucking against the restraints. After twenty seconds, she was squeezing as hard as she could, biting her lip with the effort. The guy had stopped bucking in large movements, but was now trembling all over, and his eyes were rolling back.

“Ok!” exhorted Miss Flowers. “Give it all you’ve got, I bet he’ll blow!”

The other girls cheering her on with calls of “Do it girl!” and chants of “Squeeze, squeeze,” Cayla gave a maximum effort, bearing down on his balls with all the strength she could muster and releasing a high-pitched grunt of exertion. Two things happened simultaneously: the guy’s still-limp but frantically twitching penis spurted out a huge amount of thin, sticky ejaculate all over Cayla’s face, neck, and blouse; and Cayla felt his left testicle give out in her hand, collapsing into a shapeless mass. She panted with exhilaration and exertion, still holding a testicle and a jellied pulp in her hands, and everyone cheered.

“Do you mind if I taste it?” asked the redhead, and Cayla exclaimed, “Of course!”

All the girls gathered around her as she finally released the guy’s damaged scrotum, using their fingers to swipe cum off Cayla and taste it. Some had gone in Cayla’s mouth, and as she licked her lips the taste reminded her of other times with this guy, bringing the realisation that she was making sure he’d never cum again. The thought of sharing his last sperm with these girls gave her little tremors of ecstasy. When the biggest clumps of semen were off her, though she was still sticky, Cayla turned to Miss Flowers.

“I broke one though,” she said, with an apologetic pout. She took the now-*********** guy’s scrotum in her hand again, showing Miss Flowers and the girls the pulped remains of the left testicle.

“You pushed a little too much with your thumb, probably,” replied Miss Flowers. “But that’s ok! You’ll have one whole one to keep, and the ruined one will remind you how strong you are! Go ahead and get them off now.”

“Alright!” grinned Cayla, carefully grasping the scrotum tightly at the base so the jellied testicle was trapped along with the intact one. She twisted to keep the contents secure, then jerked the scrotum hard. Once again, the girls watched as the ball-sack came free in her hand, the two spermatic cords stretching before they snapped. When Cayla emptied the pouch into her hand, all the girls gathered to see. One pink orb sat in her palm, along with pulped pink-tan mush and a flattened pink casing with a long tear in it from the left testicle. Cayla dumped the whole mess into her jar and was pleased to see the intact testicle float a little below the ruined mess, where she could examine it clearly. “I need a new boyfriend,” she said to the others. “This little guy will get lonely if I don’t get him some playmates!” The other girls laughed like this was the funniest thing they’d ever heard, and Miss Flowers knew that no testicle on campus was going to be safe from Cayla now.

Finally, the last girl, named Stephanie, approached her man, an eager and determined look on her face. She was one of the girls who’d never touched a man’s privates before, and she stroked his limp but large penis a few times as she looked at his terrified face. Then she resolutely took his testicles in one hand. She was very petite, and reinforced her grip with her other hand, but her first attempt to pull off the testicles was unsuccessful. “You can do it!” Miss Flowers and the other girls encouraged her.

She tried putting her foot on the guy’s chest to pull with her legs and whole body, and while the guy started shaking uncontrollably, his testicles remained stubbornly attached. She then tried the karate-chop technique the first girl had used, but still didn’t have the strength to separate the testicles from the man.

Stepping back for a moment, she took a few deep breaths, then moved back toward the shaking guy, who was doubled over as far as his restraints would allow. Miss Flowers and the other girls watched intently as the girl gripped the testicles in one hand again, squeezing them to the bottom of the scrotum. Then she sank to her knees in front of him and stuffed the testicles into her mouth. He had large balls, and she had to force them in separately, but she got them both in her mouth together. His penis flopped against her cute face, leaving small droplets of pre-cum from his testicular trauma on her cheek and forehead.

Once she had the testicles securely behind her teeth, she pulled her head back away from his body. Starting to bite down, she got back to her feet, bent over in front of him but pulling steadily back. She put her hands on his stomach, bit down hard, and ripped her head away from him. She backed away from him, looking into his eyes with a smile, then turned to the class, which was watching her expectantly. She smirked, then pulled the severed scrotum from between her teeth. Handing it to another girl, she then dropped one testicle from her lips into her palm, followed by the other. Miss Flowers and the girls all cheered, and the petite girl grinned at them, showing just a little bit of spermatic cord stuck between her bright pretty teeth. She found it with her tongue and swallowed it, dropping her trophies into her jar like the others.

Miss Flowers quickly cauterized all the guys’ groins, and released their *********** bodies to look after themselves when they awoke. She dismissed the class, inviting them all to lunch at her apartment. As they walked out, they discussed the lesson, and Miss Flowers encouraged them all to share what they’d learned with their friends. In addition, she told them she hoped they’d join her for next semester’s seminar. She would be teaching young women how to pleasure themselves effectively, and she assured the girls that they’d be acquiring and using “natural stimulation aids from the college environment.” She showed the eager girls a small collection of natural dildos, and had six eager enrollees before they’d finished their lunch of “locally-procured Rocky Mountain oysters,” which Miss Flowers seemed to have in huge quantities, and which all the girls found to be delicious.