Ms Pennypacker on TV

Ms Pennypacker on TV

In prior blogs we heard how Ms Pennypacker's no nonsense approach to raising the self confidence of women has helped women and created a business empire for Ms Pennypacker. She has a self help book, a video, a string of stress relief clubs, self defense seminars, a line of cloths and numerous speaking engagements.

Ms Pennypacker decided it was time for national TV coverage. She approached a specialty woman's interest network and they readily agreed to air a program designed to raise women's self confidence. Ms Tinner, the programming manager was happy to get behind a public interest program and she also knew that nothing attracted viewers like some women kicking guys in the nuts and nothing raised a woman's self confidence than being able to kick guys in the nuts. As they say, it was a Win - Win situation unless you were one of the guys getting it in the nuts.

As Ms Pennypacker explained, the program would start with her discussing the high incidence of violence against women with a female university dean with plenty of stats and graphs to give it the program a serious tone and emphasise the public service aspect of the program . It would then quickly go to the major parts of the program, self defence for women. Ms Pennypacker then made it clear to Ms Tinner that nothing worked better in self defence than getting a good grip on some guy's nuts and not letting go and that would be what the main part of the program would be about. Ms Tinner agreed while thinking of the sky high viewer ratings for the program. She did express some concern about where Ms Pennypacker would find men willing to have their nuts squeezed and how much they would have to pay them. Ms Pennypacker laughed and told her to leave that to her.

Ms Pennypacker advertised on a couple of local colleges for young women to earn excellent wages doing interesting public service work. She received a huge number of applications and when told it entailed being in a TV program to teach women self defence and that may entail squeezing some guy by the nuts most of the women were enthusiastic. Ms Pennypacker didn't like it but she knew that looks count on TV and she interviewed the women and selected slim, pretty women with nice legs and big breasts. Ms Tinner, the program manager, begged to be on the show and as a favour Ms Pennypacker agreed. Ms Tinner said she had dreamt about beating men in the nuts.

She then needed men and was looking for slightly older men with an air of success and arrogance, the type of men women like to see brought down and humiliated. She advertised in business journals, looking for men willing to do some public service by helping train young women for the modern world. She was inundated by applications. As with the women Ms Pennypacker knew that looks counted and she ended up hiring tall, slim but well built men, handsome and exuding arrogance and an air of privilege. She explained that they were doing a TV program about teaching the women self defence and clothing would be minimal but with their magnificent bodies that should be no problem.With their huge egos the men all thought that would be fine, all secretly pleased with the thought of them and their bodies on TV for all to admire.

With taping set, Ms Pennypacker gathered the women together and explained the first day's shoot. She said that they would shoot a lot of video and then edit it down to half hour segments. The women were all enthusiastic. She then brought the women and men together and paired the women and men up into pairs with a video camera woman to each pair. She had a dozen pairs spread over a large studio stage. The men were leering at the women and grinning. Ms Pennypacker was using a bullhorn and told the men to walk towards the women like they were about to attack them. She then told the men to run their hands over the women, feel their breasts and between their legs. She then told them to wrestle the women to the ground. The men were all enthusiastic during this and the women put up with it. She then had the men and women facing each other. Pretty well all of the men had erections, clearly visible through their gym shorts. Ms Pennypacker said "Now" and all the women kicked their partner in the nuts. The few that didn't immediately collapse got a quick second kick and all the men were down. The women leaped on them, pulled off their shorts and got a good tight grip on their nuts. The men were howling in agony. Ms Pennypacker made sure the sound person picked up the howling, it made great background sound.

She then went to work with a couple, Susan and Ned. Susan was real cute and quite tiny in stature. Ned was big and muscular and up to a few minutes ago extremely arrogant. No longer, Susan was sitting on his stomach, squeezing his nuts. Ned was in extreme agony and begging Susan to let go of his nuts and the camera woman was picking it all up. Ms Pennypacker got into the scene and was talking to the camera saying that Susan could easily increase Ned's discomfort. The to demonstrate, she changed positions with Susan. She clasped Ned's scrotum, pushing his balls tightly towards the end, where his balls were nicely outlined. She then took her other hand, smiled at the camera and pinched Ned's left testicle. Ned screamed in agony, Ms Pennypacker laughed and then pinched his right testicle. Looking at the camera she explained that the objective of assertive self defense was to make sure the assailant never tried to be physically assertive again. She then handed Ned's nuts back to Susan and told her that the longer she kept up the training the more effective it would be, pinching Ned's nuts for ten minutes was better than for five, an hour was better than half an hour and all afternoon was better than a couple of hours. Ms Pennypacker said she would check back later in the day and for Susan to keep up the good work.

Ms Pennypacker went and stood before some blackboards and in her white lab coat she looked very professional and knowledgeable like a university professor. She was very serious as she explained to the camera that for a woman to be truly effective in a physical confrontation with a man she had to have detailed knowledge of a man's body, and specifically his groin. She said that a noted banker had agreed to help her. She went off camera and came back leading a masked and naked man by his quivering erection. He had his wrists tied behind his back and he had a spreader bar clamped to his ankles, forcing his legs wide apart and he shuffled rather than walked. She was slowly stroking his hard on and he looked to be on the verge of a climax. She lifted and probed his testicles and undertook a very close examination of his erection. She went on to say there are many ways to inflict punishment to a man's balls and she plans to demonstrate some of them in this and future programs. She said a very effective way is to spank his nuts. She took his nuts and cupped them in her hand and slapped them firmly with her other hand. He screamed in pain as Mr Pennypacker vigorously spanked his nuts. When it looked like he was about ready to pass out from the pain, Ms Pennypacker stopped her spanking. She smiled at the camera and pointed out that it effectively deflated his erection.

Ms Pennypacker spent the rest of the day going from couple to couple showing the best way to hold, squeeze and beat a man's nuts. The women found a lot of it quite funny but no men were laughing. She then went back to Susan and Ned and Susan was still pinching Ned's nuts. Poor Ned looked like he was in a trance, barely in touch with reality. Susan got off his stomach and told him to stand up. Ned staggered to his feet, bent over and clutching his nuts. Susan reached up and patted Ned on the head and told him he was a good boy and she was taking him home for further obedience training. At the end of the day and the end of the first program was a shot of Susan leading naked Ned around by his nuts then turning and delivering a swift uppercut between his legs and connecting solidly with his nuts and Ned falling to the ground and groveling at Susan's feet, moaning and clutching his nuts and declaring eternal devotion.

Miss Pennypacker's Strict Fashion

Miss Pennypacker's Strict Fashion

Miss Pennypacker had become a role model for young women - women who asserted their independence. Women who realized that grabbing a man's nuts and giving them a good long squeeze was a sure fired way to gain the man's respect and cooperation. After watching her videos and listening to her speak many young women began to dress like her. It was a no-nonsense style similar to a strict school teacher, which Miss Pennypacker had been, with a tweed skirt, a high buttoned white blouse with a cardigan and sensible shoes, horn rimmed glasses and her hair done up in a bun. Miss Pennypacker had very large breasts of which she was secretly quite proud and she didn't wear a bra. Her blouses were always very tight and made her breasts look magnificent. Her nipples stood out and had a devastating effect on men. Since the rest of her attire was so conservative and she was dealing with such a serious matter - violence against women, nothing was said of her breasts, although everyone was acutely aware and affected by them.

Across the country women clerks in offices dressed the same way. School girls dressed the same as well as sales clerks and female executives. Any woman with large breasts jumped on the fashion bandwagon. Less amply endowed women were lined up for breast augmentation. Not only were women copying Miss Pennypacker's style of dress, they were also following her way of dealing with disrespect from any male. It became almost a game amongst the females in offices and schools to show off their breasts and nipples and if any male made any comment or ogled, the women went for their balls. Nothing would make a man show deference and respect better than a good tight grip on his nuts.

Brenda Gage was one such young woman. She had actually dressed that way for some time, except for the tight blouse. No-one paid any attention to Brenda, she was always overlooked and in the background. She was secretary to Ed Jones, the company owner. Ed was a young fellow who had inherited the company from his uncle. He used to brush against the women and stare at their bodies. They despised him. Brenda got a boob job and her world turned around. She had been off work for a couple of weeks and when she came back she was dressed exactly the same except for her skin tight semi transparent blouse. On her first day back she walked up to her boss, aimed her boobs at him and almost stuck them in his face. She asked Ed a work related question. Ed couldn't take his eyes away from her nipples and Brenda had to ask the question a couple of times before Ed could come up with an intelligent answer. As she turned to walk back to her desk, the back of her hand bumped against Ed's erection. Ed moaned and scooted into his office and locked the door. Brenda knew exactly what Ed was doing in his office and she had a knowing smile. Over the rest of the week Brenda became an accomplished cock teaser and poor Ed was either trying to hide an erection or was in his office jerking off. Ed was the only man in the small company and Brenda made sure all the other women were well aware of what Ed was doing behind his locked door.

On Monday morning Brenda went into Ed's office as soon as he got to work. She had a work file and sat opposite Ed, hiked her sensible skirt and spread her legs. Her white panties and smooth thighs were clearly visible. Ed stared. Brenda just sat with a smug smile on her face for a few minutes. Then she got up and gave Ed a correspondence file which she went through beside Ed. She brushed her nipples against his face. Then she told Ed to come with her, she had something to show him. As Ed walked beside her, Brenda kept brushing her hand against his hard-on.

Ed groaned and tried to cover his throbbing erection with a file folder. Brenda grabbed the file folder from his hand, pointed at his erection and asked him what it was. Ed mumbled that it was nothing. She shouted out that he was a pervert. She had planned it well. They were standing at the front of the general office, filled with the with female staff. All the women looked up and saw Brenda indignantly pointing at Ed's obvious erection and he trying to cover it with his hands. It was a comic sight and all the women broke out into laughter. Brenda grabbed Ed's belt and pulled him towards her. Her other hand dived down into his pants. She had him by his nuts. The female staff laughed even louder. Brenda held his nuts firmly in her hand and smiled at Ed. She began to roll them around in the palm of her hand and she then quietly whispered to Ed to pull down his pants. Ed hesitated and a dreadful pain hit his nuts. He immediately pulled down his pants and undershorts. His erection was standing straight up and was quivering. The staff were now roaring with laughter. Ed couldn't help it - he started to jerk off.

Brenda let go of Ed's nuts and took a few steps back. The laughter died down and the women watched Ed with fascination. Ed was jerking off faster and faster. He let out a shout, shuddered and ejaculated. Ed was covered with his own semen. Now the women were howling again with laughter. He turned as if to run to his office but he forgot his pants down around his ankles. He fell flat on his face. Brenda came over and bent down and pulled his pants off and helped him stand up. Ed was standing there before his staff, naked from the waist down. Brenda said that since his staff was all assembled did he have anything to say. He shook his head negatively. Brenda then asked if the staff had anything to ask. Polly, one of the youngest of the staff, said she had a question. Brenda told her to go ahead so Polly said that she had recently seen Miss Pennypacker on the TV saying that women should never put up with male abuse and Polly then asked if she could whack Ed in the nuts, once for each time he brushed against her. Brenda said sure and the other women applauded. Polly walked up front with a ruler in her hand. She grabbed Ed's nuts, craddled them in her hand and whacked them repeatedly with her ruler. Ed screamed and was staggering, about to fall down. A couple of the women up front got up and stood on both sides of Ed and held him up as Polly continued to whack Ed's nuts. She finished and asked if anyone else wanted a chance. Pretty soon there was a line up as the women waited their turn to give Ed's nuts a good beating with the ruler. When it looked like he was about to pass out they helped him into his office and sat him down in his chair behind his desk.

The women then went back to work. After an hour, just before lunch, Brenda went into Ed's office and told him that if he wanted his pants back he had to go and stand at the front of the data entry room and respectfully request the return of his pants. Ed got up and followed Brenda out of his office, half naked. His nuts were aching severly so he was a bit hunched over, holding his nuts in his hands. Brenda took his limp dick in her hand as he shuffled along. She led him out of his office and before his female staff, all the while holding what was quickly becoming an erection. She said to the girls that Ed wanted to ask them something as she was quickly stroking his now stiff erection. She let go of his hard-on and stepped back. Ed was still hunched over, holding his nuts but now he had a stiff erection. He looked completely ridiculous. The girls were laughing and their general agreement was that no, he couldn't have his pants back - come back and ask again in a half hour. They had him come back every half hour to ask for his pants and at quitting time they returned his pants but promised him a good ball spanking in the morning.

That evening Ed sat with his nuts in a bowl of crushed ice. By the morning his nuts were back to normal but all he think about was Brenda's boobs and panties and young Polly holding his nuts and repeatedly smacking them with a ruler and then all the women in the office holding his nuts and giving them a good beating. He was terrified as he walked to his office but he couldn't help it - he had a stiff erection. Polly was waiting for him, with her ruler in her hand. She smiled at Ed and asked if he was ready for his morning spanking. She led him in front of the staff and told him to remove his pants. She held his nuts in one hand and spanked them with her other. The women hooted and laughed. Polly said that the morning spanking had to be light since she wanted Ed to really feel and appreciate the afternoon spanking. From then on the women took turns meeting Ed in the morning for his morning spanking and again in the afternoon. Another ball spanking at the end of the day was optional at the choice of the woman in charge. The women always optioned for the third ball spanking. The women would leave work with a smile on their faces. Poor Ed would stagger out to his car to spend the evening with his nuts in a bowl of crushed ice slowly stroking his hard on and dreaming about the nut spanking he would get the next day.

Ms Pennypacker's school

Ms Pennypacker's school

Ms Pennypacker had a no-nonsense approach to feminism and putting men in their place. Many women who have watched her instructional videos on self defense and attended her self defense classes are still taken advantage of. In interviews with victims of male aggression it became apparent to Ms Pennypacker that young women hesitated before defending themselves. Mr Pennypacker was a strong believer that the best defense was a strong offence. Nothing beats a swift attack to a man's balls - kicks, punches, slaps or Ms Pennypackers favorite of grabbing a guys nuts and not letting go.

It became apparent to Ms Pennypacker that after her training that any woman who overcomes her initial hesitation could bring any man to his knees. What she needed was a school where women attack men in their groin, until it becomes second nature - an automatic response - if they need to defend themselves. She opened a school as a trial before opening a chain of schools. It was an immediate success. It was particularly popular with professional women who wanted to end the day by kicking some guy in the nuts. It was a great stress reliever.

The problem Ms Pennypacker had was hiring men. She knew there were plenty of men who would like to be whacked in the nuts but they would be embarrassed to have it known. She came up with a novel approach. She placed an ad in the paper calling for men to volunteer to perform a community service in instilling confidence in women who attended her school. Rather anything as crass as being paid, the ad said an honorarium would be donated in their name to the city's women's clubs. Nothing will energise a clubs board as the smell of fresh money to be donated. With encouragement from the many women's club members Ms Pennypacker had enough men to staff her schools.

Helen Gray was the executive assistant to the president of a major investment house. Her job was a pressure cooker. As soon as she heard about Ms Pennypackers school she signed up. She didn't need confidence in overcoming any hesitance about kicking men in the balls. She had all the confidence she needed and she used any excuse to nail guys in the nuts. What she needed was a place to let off a bit of steam and she found the school perfect. She would often drop by after work, change into gym shorts and a tee top and pick up the key to one of the training rooms. She always requested a naked male, tied spread eagled. She would let herself in and find a naked guy waiting. It was always a bit of a lottery, sometimes it would be a young, good looking guy with a nice pair of balls; other times a skinny nerdy looking guy. What she liked best was a middle aged guy with a superior attitude and a throbbing hard-on.

In addition to Ms Pennypacker's talent of getting men by the nuts she was also good at making money. She never let a money making opportunity pass her by. Women who didn't have the nerve or the money to sign up for a session could, for a modest sum, watch. The rooms had an open raised area along one side with a dozen chairs and there were always women spectators. This was especially a favorite way for a group of young women to end their work day. Often there would be up to half a dozen women from the same office laughing and cheering as some poor guy was getting it in the nuts. Ms Pennypacker realized that if the women spectators knew the men getting it in the nuts their pleasure in watching would be heightened. All the men volunteers had a form to fill out which included their place of employment. When the women spectators came in they were asked where they worked. Usually the women would ask why were they asking this. When told it was to check if there were any men from the same company scheduled the women always grinned and readily gave their place of employment. If there was a man scheduled from the same company the women were asked if they wanted preferential seating in that room and the women always agreed. Ms Pennypacker had a small price surcharge for preferential seating which the women never objected to.

The men were brought into the room first by a couple of beefy women. They were told to strip and then were put into various restraints so the women would feel safe. The man was then left alone in the room until a woman came in. Whatever she did was up to her, the only rule was no permanent marks or castration and the session was to end as soon as the guy passed out. The novice women just walked up to the guy and kicked him full force in the nuts. He usually fainted from the pain and that was it, session over. The more experienced women knew how to make it last. Helen Gray likes to have the man standing, spread eagled with his legs wide apart and his arms pulled tight apart. She smiles at the man and thanks him for being a volunteer. She then pulls up a straight back chair and sits before the guy and casually reaches out with both hands and grabs a testicle in each fist and slowly squeezes. The stunned looks on the men's faces always make her laugh. Their wails of agony always make her laugh harder still.

Helen Gray's boss, Tyler Farquois was from old money, lots of it, and he had an ego to match. He was good looking and single and considered himself quite a catch. He heard about Ms Pennypackers school and he thought it would be a hoot to volunteer and he could brag how he was helping women in need of a confidence boost. After all, he thought, what is a little discomfort in the groin compared to the boost in his social standing.

It so happened his first session was the same evening Ms Gray needed some stress relief. It was also the same evening the girls from the general office of the same company were out for a little evening fun. Tyler was led into the session room, he stripped and was tied in a spread eagle. He was good looking and well hung so one of the beefy attendant women gave him a quick, incomplete hand job which left him with a throbbing hard one and he was excited and expecting more of the same.

When Ms Gray came into the school she was told there was a man from her office and did she want to have him. They had a rule about never telling the women the man's name and it also applied when he was from the same office. She smiled and said sure. She usually changed but this evening she kept on the clothes she had on from the office, short black skirt and matching suite jacket, shear white blouse and high heels. The only change she made was to remove her bra so she would be braless and her nipples would show. She wondered who it could be. She hoped it was the head of accounting, a self righteous prick who she would love to destroy, maybe make him into her permanent slave. She also though of a few other men but never her boss, she had never seen him do a charitable thing in his life.

The girls from the office had stopped for a few drinks on their way over and they were a happy, boisterous lot and even more happy when told they could watch some guy from their office getting it in the nuts. They readily agreed to the surcharge and were wondering who it could be as they were led to the session room viewing area. A few mentioned the accounting head but most hoped it would be the company president Mr Farquois, an arrogant stuck up prick. The general consensus was that they would love to see some woman nail him in the nuts. As they were led into the session room and the viewing seats they was a gasp, giggles, outright laughter and then cheers. Right in front of them, naked and spread eagled with a throbbing hard-on was Farquois, the company president. Then in walked Ms Gray, she looked at the spectators and smiled and waved. The girls all waved back and cheered. Ms Gray was not one of the girls but she was always considered fair and likable.

Mr Farquois turned his head sideways and looked at the spectators. He didn't realize there would be spectators and then he recognized them as girls from the general office. He felt a wave of shame and his hard-on started to wilt. then he realized they were cheering and he thought it must be because of his massive hard-on and up it sprang. He stood there, in profile to the girls, showing off his erection, basking in their cheers. The suddenly there was his assistant standing before him. She smiled and thanked him for volunteering. He stared at her nipples and noticed her looking at his erection with a smile on her face. He thought of her as another adoring fan as his erection throbbed. Helen brought the chair up close and sat down and Faruois thought she wanted to get close to admire his hard-on up close. As her hands reached out he thought he was going to get a hand job. It was like no hand job he had ever before experienced. Her fingers wrapped themselves around each ball with the ends digging into each ball and then she squeezed. She looked into his eyes and laughed. The girls in the viewing seats laughed. Tyler had a stunned look on his face and then he started to scream. The more he screamed the more Helen and the girls laughed. Helen worked on his nuts for a good half hour. An attendant came in and told her the time was up. Helen readily agreed for the fee for an additional half hour and all the girls agreed so the attendant told them to have fun and left.

Tyler was conscious but that was about it. All he knew was that Helen was the center of his universe and he was experiencing terrible pain and he adored Helen. Helen asked the girls if any of them wanted to squeeze his nuts. They all shouted that they wanted to. Helen told them to line up and take turns, a few minutes each and not to make Tyler pass out. They did squeezing, pinching and the last girl gave his nuts a good spanking. Helen told them that their hour was up but not their fun with Tyler. She told the girls that Ms Pennypacker always videos each session and she makes the videos available for a fair price. Helen told the girls that she will buy the video and tomorrow morning they will all be in Tyler's office when Helen shows him a copy and all he has to do to make sure it does not become general knowledge is to accept a half hour of ball beating by any one of the girls, daily. They will also receive a nice pay raise. All the girls and Helen were laughing as they dressed Tyler, but kept his nuts outside his zipper. A couple of the girls said they would help Tyler home as they led him out of the school by his nuts.

The girls put Tyler to bed and went into work with him in the morning. Tyler was not in great shape, bent over and moaning. One of the girls was clutching his nuts. The girls shepherded him through the lobby and into his executive elevator and up to his office without being seen by the general office staff. The girls and Helen were waiting in his office. Tyler came in a staggered towards his desk and chair. Helen said no and told Tyler to stand in the center of the room. Helen locked the door and the girls pulled up chairs and formed a circle around Tyler. Helen asked Tyler if he remembered last night and he said he wasn't sure. Helen said she had something to freshen his memory and she played a part of the video on his desk monitor. She told him that if he was a good boy they would keep the video private, otherwise he would be the joke of the town. Anne, the girl who gave him the nut spanking told him to take of his pants since she was going to give him another nut spanking. The girls were prepared to threaten him with the video but it was unnecessary, Tyler took of his pants. The girls all burst out laughing. Tyler had a big hard-on. Helen laughed and said this was going to be easy. Anne grabbed his nuts and started spanking. Tyler was wailing in agony and the girls were howling with laughter.

Miss Pennypacker and The Dean

Miss Pennypacker and The Dean

We had earlier met Trudy Pennypacker in Art Class. At that time she was the art teacher at a small college for women. She did very well in instituting evening art classes which brought in a sizable amount of extra tuition. The classes were very popular with graduate alumni who found the models amusing and interesting. They were models of young men getting hit in the nuts, much more modern than standing in some ancient Greek pose.

Miss Pennypackers' extra revenue notwithstanding, the college was in a financial bind. They needed extra revenue. Given Miss Pennypacker's success with the art classes the new dean asked if she could come up with any ideas. A few days later Miss Pennypacker reported back to the Dean with what she thought was a sure fire revenue producer. She suggested the college put on Friday night classic Greek entertainment. The dean looked at Miss Pennypacker as if she had lost her mind and asked who would pay good money to see such a thing. Miss Pennypacker said it would work and with no other suggestions the dean told her to go ahead since if they didn't come up with something soon the college would have to close.

Miss Pennypacker made the arrangements and advertised for the Greek entertainment. It was to be held in the basketball auditorium and there was a good sized turn out, fueled mainly by curiosity and free tickets. Miss Pennypacker had convinced the dean that the first show was free and after they had hooked the audience they would charge after that. The crowd didn't know what to expect. There was a boxing ring in the center. Miss Pennypacker stood in the center of the ring and with a microphone addressed the crowd. She said that in ancient times wrestling was a favorite form of entertainment. The Greeks wrestled naked and tonight they would half do that. She called for the male wrestler to come out. He ran down the aisle and hopped into the ring. He was stark naked, well muscled and had large genitals. Miss Pennypacker introduced him to the crowd as Rod. She said the rules were simple, no punching but all holds were legal and the first wrestler to yield lost the match. Miss Pennypacker had her hair in a bun and was dressed in a tweed skirt, modest blouse and a sweater. She took off her sensible shoes but kept on her glasses. She said that she would be the other wrestler. This took the crowd completely by surprise. There was laughter and heckling.

Miss Pennypacker handed the mike to an assistant who declared that the match had started. Rod looked completely surprised and befuddled. He just stood there, not knowing what to do. Miss Pennypacker walked up to Rod, held out her hand for a handshake which Rod took. She stepped forward and pulled him forward with her right hand. Her left hand came down and grasped his bare dangling nuts and squeezed them. Rod let out a scream and sank to his knees. Miss Pennypacker bent over him, still squeezing his nuts. She asked him if he yielded. he just groaned in agony. She continued to squeeze and asked again if he yielded. Rod was squirming on the mat. Miss Pennypacker crouched down beside Rod, still squeezing his nuts and again asked if he yielded. The crowd was going wild, whooping laughing and shouting. Even if he yielded no one could hear it. Miss Pennypacker just crouched beside Rod, squeezing his nuts. He was wailing in agony as Miss Pennypacker got comfortable, sitting cross-legged between Rod's legs. She took a testicle in each hand, squeezing them and digging her thumbs into them. She smiled at the cheering crowd and looked at Rod. He was so big and muscular but was wailing like a baby. Miss Pennypacker couldn't help but laugh at him. Eventually he passed out and the mach was declared a win for Miss Pennypacker.

As Rod was being carried from the ring Miss Pennypacker took the microphone and asked the crowd to give Rod a hand. She said that there were three matches scheduled for the evening and she then introduced Pete, the second naked wrestler. Pete came down the aisle with less enthusiasm than Rod and he carefully stepped into the ring rather than the hop that Rod had used. As he came to the center of the ring he had both hands firmly clamped over his nuts. He had seen how Miss Pennypacker had quickly devastated Rod by crushing his nuts and Pete was afraid of her doing that to him. Miss Pennypacker's assistant declared that the match had started. Miss Pennypacker came forward and held out her hand for a handshake. Pete had seen her use that with Rod so he just backed up with his hands protecting his nuts. Miss Pennypacker was in a playful mood and she made several playful jabs towards Pete's balls. Each time she did Pete backed up. Within a minute she had Pete running backwards around the ring with his hands covering his nuts. The crowd loved it. They were laughing and hooting with all the female audience urging Miss Pennypacker to get him by the balls.

Pete was terrified of Miss Pennypacker. She managed to catch him by an ear which she twisted and led him around by his ear. She then switched her grip to his nose and led him around the ring by his nose. Pete looked pretty ridiculous being led around by his nose by Miss Pennypacker with her hair in a bun and her glasses wearing her tweed skirt and sensible blouse and sweater. She looked like a meek librarian. Pete was buck naked, bent over with his hands clamped over his nuts. Miss Pennypacker gripped Pete's nose tightly and viciously twisted it. Pete let out a howl and his hands instinctively came up to his nose. It was what Miss Pennypacker and all the women in the audience were waiting for. She let go of his nose and both of her hands dived to his groin. There was a look of wide eyed shock as the pain hit Pete. Miss Pennypacker had a nut in each hand and she was squeezing each one between her thumb and forefinger. Just like Rod, Pete collapsed and Miss Pennypacker crouched down beside him, squeezing his nuts. Pete was too far gone to yield, he just laid there accepting the terrible punishment. Miss Pennypacker moved around so she was sitting on Pete's stomach, facing his crotch as she continued to squeeze his nuts. Finally Pete passed out and Miss Pennypacker was declared the winner again.

The final naked male wrestler was introduced. Thor ran down the aisle and into the ring. He belligerently pushed Miss Pennypacker and grabbed the microphone from her and shouted that he was going to rip her apart and her cheap nut grabbing trick would not work on him. Miss Pennypacker smiled, and from behind reached between Thor's legs and grabbed and squeezed his nuts. With a stunned look on his face Thor clamped his legs together and sank down to his knees. Miss Pennypacker took the microphone back from Thor and declared that her cheap nut grabbing trick was working just fine. With Thor wailing in agony in the background Miss Pennypacker announced that was the Classical Greek Entertainment for the evening and there would be more wrestling events scheduled for the next Friday and the tickets are now on sale at the box office. She went on to say that there would be downloadable photos of her wresting grips on her new web site. The next day there were photos of her . The photos and short videos of Miss Pennypacker in her conservative clothes, her hair in a bun and her glasses squeezing the nuts of the naked wrestlers quickly became an internet sensation. The photo downloads were free and the videos were $15.00 each.

The dean called Miss Pennypacker into his office to congratulate her. He said that the videos were selling in the hundreds per day and under the revenue sharing set up between Miss Pennypacker and the college he hoped that the financial crisis affecting the college would be alleviated. Dr Banks, the dean, mentioned that even with the video orders maybe they could do something else for extra revenue. Miss Pennypacker smiled and said she had always been concerned by the lack of training on women's self defense. She said she would be interested in a video on women's self defense and how best to disable an attacker. She said she would put something together for him to look at.

Dr Banks said that was a good idea and asked her what the video would be like. Mis Pennypacker said she would show him as she smiled and grabbed him by his nuts and gave them a good squeeze.

Miss Pennypacker's Art Class

Miss Pennypacker's Art Class

by SqueezedNuts

Trudy Pennypacker was the art teacher at a small prestigious east coast women's college. Her days were pretty boring teaching young women the basics of art. Quite frankly she was no longer interested in teaching art and she was sure her pupils had even less interest in learning. Part of the curriculum called for learning to sketch from a live nude model. She had a budget and she arranged for the usual model but on the day of the class the model phoned to say she was ill. Trudy was in a quandary, she had used the same model for years. Within an hour she would have a class full of students and no model. She got out the phone book and turned to Models and phoned Ace Models, the first name listed. She said she wanted a nude model but it had to be within an hour. When they asked for preferences she said it didn't matter - whatever they had. She said she had a room full of young women and the fellow from the agency said he understood exactly and he would send over a model within the hour.

Trudy's class filled up with her students but no model. Finally a young good looking fellow arrived and said he was the model. The girls were awe struck. He was gorgeous. Trudy was flustered but the girls were suddenly enthusiastic about the class and as over privileged spoiled young women they demanded that the class get underway. There was a raised platform at the front of the class. The model stood up on the platform and got undressed. There was a gasp from the girls and also from Trudy. He had the biggest penis they had ever seen. He stood facing the girls and said his name was Rod. He looked at Miss Pennypacker and said "I'll be dammed, this really is an art class! How do you want me to pose?" She just looked at him with her mouth hanging open. Margo, one of the students, came up front and said she would help Rod to pose. She had him stand facing the class, with his legs spread and one hand on his hip and she had his other hand grasp his dick and asked him to masturbate. Rod said OK and started to stroke himself. Trudy objected and Margo said "For heaven's sake, every nude male is posed exactly the same way, either sitting like The Thinker or standing like David. Lets be original. Rod doesn't seem to mind and the class seems to like the pose." The girls all shouted agreement. It didn't take more than a minute for Rod to sport a huge erection. All the girls and Trudy were fascinated. Margo told Rod not to come, just slow down the stroking. At the end of the hour Rod was barely touching his erection. It was plain he was right on the verge of a climax. The girls and Trudy were spellbound. Usually at the end of the art class hour the girls were out the door the moment the class bell rang. This time they stayed. At about five minutes past the hour Rod said "I can't stand this any more." He swiftly masturbated and came in a shuddering climax. He cleaned himself off and got dressed and asked if they would need him again. Trudy had been granted a budget to cover five classes and the gender of the model had not been discussed. The students were vocal in their desire for Rod to come again so Trudy asked him to book that hour for the rest of the week.

The next day Rod stripped naked and did the same pose as the prior day. On the third day, after he stripped Margo came up front and asked for a different pose. Rod said sure and Margo kicked him in the balls. Rod bent over, clasped his hands over his nuts and had a surprised look of agony on his face. The class burst out laughing and even Miss Pennypacker had to smile. Margo asked Ron "Can you keep that pose for an hour or would you prefer if I kick you in the nuts every fifteen minutes?" Ron nodded his head up and down to indicate Yes. Fifteen minutes later Margo came up front and kicked Rod in the nuts again. Rod let out a wail of agony and said that he had meant that yes, he could keep the pose. At the end of the class Rod was in agony and said that he wouldn't be back the next day if Margo was going to kick his balls again. Both Margo and Miss Pennypacker promised Rod that no one was going to kick him in the nuts. Rod got dressed and shuffled off, bent over and clutching his nuts.

Miss Pennypacker was thrilled with the way her class had suddenly taken such an interest in art. Evidently the girls had mentioned their new found interest in art, especially sketching a prodigiously endowed nude male being kicked in the nuts. A number of mothers contacted the school and asked if they could arrange some evening classes. The dean was thrilled with this interest, and a chance for additional revenue. She couldn't understand the interest in Miss Pennypackers' class but she asked her to go ahead with an evening class program.

Rod showed up Thursday and after he got undressed and was standing in the nude he said he didn't want to be kicked in the nuts. Margo said that was no problem as she came up to him, quickly reached between Rod's legs, grabbed his nuts and began to squeeze. She said that she had been talking with the other girls and they thought an interesting pose would be where a girl had a guy by the nuts. She had a testicle in each hand and was gently moving them around with her finger tips. She told Rod to be a good boy and pose nice and she wouldn't have to pinch his nuts. She also told him that a big hard-on would be a nice touch and he could stroke himself, but no coming.

By the end of the week Miss Pennypacker had the most popular class in the college. A lot of the women students were asking for a class transfer and Miss Pennypackers evening class had full enrolment before the first class began. She approached the dean and suggested that Margo be hired as a student aid for the evening class since she had a natural ability to get the model to assume different poses. In view of the tuition that had come in Miss Cane agreed. She asked Miss Pennypacker if she could explain the huge interest in her art classes. Miss Pennypacker said " I think there is a general increased awareness in society towards art. Also we use a variety of mediums - watercolors, oils, acrylic. And I keep the classes light and fun, the students all have a ball." Miss Cane said that she would have to drop in some time and she thanked Miss Pennypacker for the extra revenue that her evening class was bringing in.

The following Monday her first evening class began. The women students had heard about the well hung naked model getting wacked in the nuts by Margo and they were eager for the class to begin. Margo had suggested to Miss Pennypacker that they select a student from the evening class on a rotational basis to help Margo. Margo was not one to mince words. She stood before the class "Welcome to our evening art class. Rod, our model will be out in a few minutes. We have found the old traditional poses too stale and dated. We like modern poses and one of the best modern poses is where a woman has a man by the balls. For this pose we need a volunteer, a woman to come up front and give Rod a good ball squeeze. Virtually the entire class volunteered. Miss Pennypacker thought "What a wonderful response for the call for a volunteer. I am so pleased with this renewed interest in art.

Nut Squeezing Video

Nut Squeezing Video, by Squeezednuts

Fern got a video camera for her birthday. At first she just ran around taking videos of everything she saw - her friends, the dog on the corner, co-workers, her family, the postman. She did some videos with her younger sister acting stupid but that started to get boring. She got on the Internet and looked at what people were posting on some video clip sites. She saw one where a girl walked up to a guy and booted him in the nuts. It was hilarious. She showed it to her sister and they were both laughing. The stunned look on his face and the way he clutched his nuts and sank to his knees before the girl had them in stitches.

Fern suggested to Betty that they could do some videos like that. She said there were some guys they both knew who needed to be bought down a peg and a good kick in the nuts was a great way to do it. Betty was a bit dubious but Fern said that she would get in position in front of the guy and be a bit away and not too obvious but with the zoom feature she could get a good closeup. Then Betty would walk up behind the guy and kick him between the legs from behind. He would never know what hit him. The next day at school it took a bit of convincing but finally Betty said OK. On the way home they walked past a guy waiting for a bus. He was just standing there. They got in position and Betty gave him a good kick in the nuts from behind. Fern captured it on tape and that evening they watched it over and over, laughing all the while. Fern said that she was using the zoom too much, the video clip would have been much better if it showed all of Betty as she actually delivering the kick, not just her leg. Betty liked that. She said that she would wave and laugh at the camera just before the kick. She also said that she would wear one of her short skirts so as to get a sexy leg shot and a shot of her panties.

The next day they walked around and finally saw a great set-up. Wally Hatch was standing outside, behind the school in a corner, reading a poster on the wall. Both girls recognized him. He was an arrogant stuck up bullying jerk-off. It was an out of the way spot and there was no-one else around. Fern got in front and a bit to one side and nodded at Betty. Betty hesitated a moment but then walked up behind Wally and kicked him between the legs as hard as she could. It was perfect. The stunned look, his books went flying as he reached for his kicked nuts, he sank to his knees, his head came forward and leaned against the wall. Luckily Fern still had the video rolling as Betty waved and smiled at the camera and then stepped up behind Wally, now on his knees with a nice spread between his knees and kicked him again. It was a perfect kick, square on his nuts. Fern's camera mike picked up the loud "Thwap" as Betty's foot connected between his legs and then his wail of agony. The mike also picked up Betty's laughter. Fern was also laughing as she called Betty over to take over the recoding. Betty recorded jerk-off laying on the ground clutching his nuts. Fern went up to Wally who was now curled up and on his side. She squatted down and asked him if he was OK. It was obvious he was in great pain as he wailed about his balls, saying "Oh my balls, my balls, it hurts" Fern made some soothing sounds and said "Oh you poor boy" as she patted his head. She was sitting down on her heels, very close to him as she spread her legs giving him a perfect view of her inner thighs and her white panties. His face was between her knees. Fern stayed down beside him, making soothing motherly sounds and gently patting him. Betty kept videoing and moved around so she could get the great shot up Fern's short skirt and hear Fern saying "Oh your poor nuts, how much they hurt - your poor aching nuts - oh you poor boy" Fern had moved a bit so now her panties were pressed up against the guy's face.

Fern was pretty outrageous by then saying "Oh you poor baby, they must hurt so much. I can hold them and protect them for you. I'll do that for you." Fern undid his zipper, opened his pants and reached in. She pulled out his nuts in one hand and a stiff erection in the other. She shook it indignantly and in a voice of outrage asked him what this thing was, as she shook it. She yelled "You bastard! No-one was near you when you fell down shouting about your nuts. And to think I believed you. Pretending your nuts hurt. Well, you won't have to pretend this time. I've got you by the nuts and this time it will hurt" Fern squeezed his nuts with the one hand and her other hand first pulled down his pants and then was swiftly jerking him off. The guy was writhing around on his back with a stunned look on his face like he was loosing his mind - which he probably was. Both girls were howling with laughter and Betty kept recording.

Just then a girl who was walking behind the school had heard the laughter and followed it around the corner. She was Opal, one of the smart nerd kids, thick glasses and dumb clothes. She had never seen anything like it, Fern squeezing Wally's nuts and him jerking off with his pants down around his ankles. Opal started to snicker and then was laughing out loud. He had made fun of her and had called her an ugly geek - now he was getting it. Fern waved Opal over and without saying a word handed Opal his nuts and his erection. Opal smiled and asked Fern to take Wally's pants right off. Then Opal took Wally's right hand and put it on his erection and Wally was then jerking himself off. Opal told Wally he could play with himself but if he climaxed she would rip his nuts right off. She pulled on his nuts and got him to his feet and then led him around to the front of the school and in the main door to the dean's office. Opal and Wally caused a sensation. Opal had Wally standing before the dean's secretary. Wally was wailing in agony for Opal was still squeezing his nuts and he was vigorously jerking off, without any pants. Opal was shouting that she had to see the dean right away. The dean, Ms Strickland, heard the commotion and opened her office door. The scene was so outrageous and ludicrous that her first reaction was to burst out laughing, which Betty caught on her still running video camera. Ms Strickland then managed to control herself and asked Opal what was going on. Opal said that she came across Wally playing with himself behind the school and she felt it was her duty to apprehend him and bring him to the dean for punishment.

Ms Strickland then asked Wally what he had to say. Wally could barely stand up. He was wailing from his squeezed nuts and was slowly jerking off. He was on the verge of a climax. Ms Strickland told Opal to let Wally's nuts go. Ms Strickland again asked Wally what he had to say. He just stood there, swaying from side to side, no pants and now vigorously jerking off. Then he came in a shuddering, large ejaculation; caught on video by Betty. His semen splattered over Ms Strickland. She was outraged and booted Wally right on his already damaged, tender nuts. Wally let out a scream, collapsed and passed out.

Betty, Fern and Opal skipped out of the campus building and went to Fern's place where they edited and posted the video onto the internet. It was broken into three parts, the first showing Betty kicking Wally from behind and then Fern comforting and then chastising him, then Opal delivering severe testicle punishment. The third part was choice, Betty caught Wally standing before the dean with no pants and a stiff erection and he then climaxed and Ms Strickland then kicked him in the nuts.

The college regents had a special meeting and instead of chastising Ms Strickland they issued a commendation, praising her for instilling a sense of discipline. The Women's Feminist League also praised her and suggested that once a month they pick an unworthy male student and have him brought before Ms Strickland with no pants and an erection and have Ms Strickland boot him in the nuts. Outlandish as it sounded it gained a lot of support and was instituted. Admission to the nut booting is $5.00 and it has turned out to be a handy fund raiser. Pretty well the entire female student body turns out as well as a lot of off campus visitors. It has to be held in the football stadium. There are so many unworthy male students to choose from there is talk of making it a weekly event and even going to a double nut kicking, two guys each week.

Ms Strickland has become an internet celebrity and has brought out her own fashion line. Her top seller is her thigh high nut kicking boots.

Fern, the Ball Buster

Fern, the Ball Buster, by Squeezednuts

Ed had a small bond brokerage business. He ran it from a small office with a computer and a phone. One of his clients would tell him they had some money to invest and Ed would line up someone wanting a loan and a deal would be made. Ed's percentage was small but the figures were big and it was extremely profitable and he was getting more and more business all the time. He needed an assistant.

Ed had met Linda at a convention the prior year. She was smart and worked for a large company. She knew the brokerage business inside-out. Ed offered her a job with a share of the profits. She jumped at it and joined Ed. They purchased another desk, computer, chair and an extra phone line and she was in business. Linda took a load of work off Ed and because she was so competent and friendly most of his clients didn't mind when Ed started transferring all the calls to Linda. Ed had time on his hands. He surfed the Internet and subscribed to a few porn sites. Before he knew it he was spending most of his time watching some woman beating a guys balls. Ed would get so exited he would slip into the small supply room and jerk off.

Linda knew what was going on and she was getting pretty angry. They had a profit sharing agreement and she was generating all the profit and giving most of it to Ed. Instead of working, Ed was in the supply room jerking off. One morning she decided that things had to change and Ed had to do some work. She stormed into the supply room while Ed was hard at it. She grabbed his nuts, gave them a squeeze and said he had to get to work - no more playing with himself. She marched him out of the supply room and sat him down at his desk and told him to take the next call or she would rip his balls right off.

Ed was stunned. He was sitting at his desk with a stiff hard-on and his pants around his ankles. Linda had him by his nuts. The phone rang and she told Ed to take the call and get to work. Linda went back to her desk, beside Ed's and kept an eye on him. Ed was working but slowly stroking himself. Linda moved her phone and computer over onto Ed's desk and she sat right beside him , holding him by his nuts and whenever he reached for his hard-on she gave them a tight squeeze. By the end of the day they had done a lot of work and in a few more days like that they should be almost caught up. She released Ed's nuts, told him to pull up his pants and go home.

Linda knew she couldn't work just with one arm and she also knew that as soon as she wasn't holding his nuts, Ed would be back to his old ways. Linda thought about it all the way home. When she got home she went next door to speak with Fern Nutter, a spinster who had recently lost her job. Fern was not much to look at. She wore her hair in a bun, had glasses and always wore sensible cloths. Linda went next door and told Fern she had a job she would like to offer her. Fern said she was not much on computers and her office skills were out of date. Linda laughed and explained that the skills she needed for this job never went out of date. She told her about the the problem she had with Ed and she was expecting Fern to reject it. She was asking Fern to make sure Ed didn't jerk off during office hours and the pay wasn't all that great. Fern said she liked the hours and she liked getting back into the work force and it sure sounded like Ed needed some help so she would be happy to start and would start right away.

The next morning Linda and Fern went in to work together. A few minutes later Ed came in and Linda introduced him to Fern. Linda told him that Fern was to be his monitor. They sat down, at his desk, side by side and Ed got to work, answering the phone and researching investments. After a while Ed said he had to get something from the supply room and went out back. After a couple of minutes when he hadn't come back Fern went into the supply room and caught Ed jerking off. She grabbed Ed by his nuts and hauled him out into the office. Ed was still jerking off with his pants around his ankles. Fern knew what to do. She separated one testicle from the other, wrapped her fingers below the right hand testicle so it was tight in Ed's scrotum. She took her other hands fingertips and pinched the testicle. Ed wailed in agony and Fern did it repeatedly. She told Ed she would stop if he got back to work but she kept a tight grip on Ed's right testicle. Fern made sure Ed took his share of phone calls and did a lot of the paperwork. At quitting time Fern let go of Ed's right nut. Ed staggered into the supply room to jerk off. Linda and Fern followed him in a few minutes later. They chuckled and shook their heads as they watched Ed jerking off and Fern said that he could jerk off today because he applied himself well to his work all day.

From then on things went very well. Fern sat beside Ed, who now took off his pants as soon as he arrived in the office. She got a good grip on his nuts and lightly squeezed them all day. Fern got a head set and acted as the telephone receptionist since that only took one hand. Linda was now running the business and she set daily business quotas for Ed. Fern would monitor his progress during the day and if he was ahead at noon she would allow him to masturbate - but not to come. After a while Fern developed a very proprietary view of Ed's nuts and dick, as far as Fern was concerned they belonged to her. Fern had become an expert ball buster.She stopped Ed jerking off. If there was to be any jerking off, Fern would do it. She loved bringing Ed right to the edge of a climax and then saying "That's it, back to work. No Ed, no begging and grovelling" Since she always kept a grip on his nuts Fern was in charge. Ed soon felt incomplete if Fern didn't have him by the nuts. They started dating and they loved to go to the movies and sit in a dark corner. Fern would have her hand down Ed's pants and slowly and tightly massage his nuts. She would watch the movie and Ed would be in his own version of heaven. Ed eventually moved in with Fern and occasionally Linda would hear her neighbors when Ed would scream in anguish and agony as Fern would occasionally remind Ed who was in charge.

The Librarian

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Andy's Aunt's Farm

Andy's Aunt's Farm, by Squeezednuts

Andy had a hard-on. He had had it for the past two weeks, ever since he had arrived at his aunt's farm. His cousins, who were a couple of years younger than Andy, were real cock teasers. There were no other men around so when Andy showed up for the summer the girls really went to work on him. When the girls weren't talking on their cell phones they were making sure Andy got a good view up their short skirts. Whenever they were around Andy they sat so they faced him with their legs apart so Andy could see their white panties. When working in the barn they brushed against him and casually brushed the back of their hands against his constant erection. To the girls it was great fun but Andy was going out of his mind. The girls acted very innocent and Andy wasn't sure if the girls were doing it on purpose or not. He couldn't complain to his aunt about her daughters, what could he say? The only relief he had was to jerk off.

It was late in a hot afternoon and Andy was in his favorite hiding place, behind the barn, laying down in the tall grass with his pants down, jerking off. The girls had walked into the nearby village where they had some girl friends but his aunt was around. He was afraid his aunt would find him. Aunt Wilma was barely five feet tall and hundred pounds but Andy was afraid of her. She had caught him last week leaning against the basement wall with his pants down jerking off and she had gone into a rage. She had surprised him just as he was about to climax and he couldn't stop. Aunt Wilma kicked Andy in the nuts. He collapsed and she pulled his belt from his pants and stood over him and lashed his back and his bare behind with his belt. Then she kicked him in the nuts again. Andy was in terrible agony for the next couple of days. He was terrified of his aunt.

He lifted his head above the grass to look around to make sure his aunt wasn't in sight. Across the back field he could see his cousins walking across the field towards the barn. They usually took the road but across the field was shorter. Andy peeked at them through the grass. As usual they were both wearing very short denim skirts and tight tee shirts. Andy stroked himself as they got closer. Their skirts were so short that Andy caught flashes of their white panties as they walked. He was hypnotized. He was staring at them through the grass as he slowly stroked himself. The girls were walking almost straight towards him. Andy slid over a few feet so that he was laying across the slight path that went around the corner of the barn, he kicked of his pants, spread his legs and slowly stroked himself as the girls got closer. He had never been so exited before in his life. He could hear them talking and giggling together. Then he could hear the rustle of grass as they got closer. Andy closed his eyes and let go of his erection and laid flat on his back with his arms at his side and his legs spread. His erection was straining straight up and quivering.

Suddenly there was total silence, Then he could hear the girls whispering and giggling. Andy couldn't control himself. He grabbed his erection and slowly stroked himself as he opened his eyes. Rita, the oldest of the two, was standing a few feet away and told Andy to smile as she took a photo with her cell phone. She laughed and told Andy it was perfect as she pressed a few keys and transmitted it to her email account. Lara also took photos of Andy jerking off which she also transmitted to her email account.

Lara suddenly jumped onto Andy and sat on his stomach, facing his feet. She grabbed his scrotum between his nuts and his crotch and held it tight, forcing his nuts tightly at the end of his scrotum. His nuts were nicely outlined sitting at the top of her fist. She called to her sister to take a photo as she slapped Andy's nuts. Andy screamed as Lara laughed and said she was going to spank Andy. She sat on his stomach, spanking his nuts. Rita then took a turn spanking Andy's nuts. Both girls were laughing as Andy was wailing in agony. Rita got up off Andy and the girls stood over Andy watching his writhing in pain and clutching his spanked nuts.

Aunt Wilma heard the laughing and screaming and came out of the house to investigate. She came round the corner of the barn and saw Andy, naked from the waist down, with his hands between his legs, exposing himself to her two daughters. Aunt Wilma exploded in anger. She stepped over to Andy, reached down and grabbed his nuts, pulled him to his feet and led him into the house. The girls followed, trying to look serious. Aunt Wilma was standing in front of Andy, tightly squeezing his nuts. Andy was in so much pain he could hardly stand up. She asked Andy what did he think he was doing. He just wailed in pain. She then asked her daughters and they explained that as they came round the side of the barn they saw Andy playing with his privates. They said they couldn't believe it and knew no-one would believe them if they told so they took some pictures with their cell phones. They showed their Mom the photos and Andy looked so stupid with his large erection that all three of them began to laugh.

Aunt Wilma said it was no laughing matter and Andy had to learn to behave properly. She asked her daughters if they thought that regularly spanking Andy would have the desired results. The girls said it was worth a try. Aunt Wilma led Andy to his room by his nuts and told him she would bring some ice for his nuts and starting tomorrow the girls would spank his nuts regularly until he learnt to behave. She also told him that from now on he was to be naked from the waist down and the girls would monitor him to make sure he didn't get any more large erections and an erection would result in a nut spanking.

After that Aunt Wilma always seemed in a happy mood. Whenever she saw Andy she would walk over and give him a good heavy slap in the nuts. It just seemed to make her day as Andy fell to the floor wailing in agony. The girls would order Andy to strip naked and invite their girl friends from the village to come over and spank Andy's nuts. Everybody seemed to find it hilarious to see a naked Andy bent over, clutching his nuts with a surprised look of agony on his face. Everybody found it funny except Andy.

The Nut House

The Nut House, by Squeezednuts

A new business had opened just a few blocks off from the state university campus. There was a bit of public furor and some outrage but eventually the business received a license and opened up. Quite a few liberated young women applied for positions. The jobs were very well paid and sounded interesting. The women were paid to kick and beat men's nuts. The girls were to be fully dressed and the customers naked. The women would definitely be in control of the sessions.

Perky young Sandy Court had found the ideal job - no commute, she could pick her own hours and great pay. The sessions were to be a half hour or shorter if the customer wanted. The first fellow had a vile mouth and smelled. Sandy kicked him as hard as she could in the nuts. He collapsed and that was the end of her first session. The next guy was very respectful and Sandy smacked and squeezed his nuts for the full half hour. He groaned in agony all the time so Sandy was pretty sure he had enjoyed his session. The third customer blew her mind, it was one of her university professors. Sandy walked into the room where he was naked and waiting. He looked at Sandy in shock and started to back up. Sandy saw a quivering erection, a pair of balls and a sure course pass. She walked up to him and said "Hi, Dr Tate" and she reached out, grabbed his nuts and squeezed them. The sessions are supposed to last half an hour but for a full hour Sandy squeezed, massaged and pummelled the good doctor's nuts. At the end of the session he was on his knees, kissing her feet and pledging eternal servitude. He managed to stand up and bent over and holding his nuts he got dressed and shuffled out of the room. After that whenever he saw Sandy his balls did a dance and he got a hard-on. Sandy enjoyed the effect she had on him and whenever she got the chance she would deliver a swift knee to his nuts.

Sandy was amazed at how many men wanted to be beaten and made to feel inferior to the girls working there. Sandy thought that if that is what they wanted and would pay good money she would enjoy smacking their nuts. After a couple of days she had a client that surprised her almost as much as the doctor. It was Mr Burton, her landlord. Like all her clients he was standing naked in the room as she walked in. He recognized her and started to back up. Sandy saw a quivering erection, a pair of balls and reduced rent. She walked up to him, smiled brightly and said "Hi Mr Burton" as she swiftly kneed him in the nuts. She grabbed him around the waist to hold him up and pin his arms to his side as she drove her knee repeatedly up into his nuts. Her landlord was wailing in agony. Sandy gently laid him on the floor, got comfortable between his legs and rolled his nuts around between her finger tips, pinching them. She gave him a session he would never forget. Once a week he would come by her apartment and tell her the rent was free. She would thank him by slipping her hand down his pants, grabbing his nuts and giving them a vicious squeeze. Mr Burton adored Sandy.

Sandy was learning a lot at university, mainly learning that with a good grip on a guy's nuts she could make him do anything she wanted.

Cousin's Payday

Cousin's Payday, by squeezednuts

Sue had Ed, her cousin, spending the summer at her house. Ed was in a university graduate program and although he was big and strong he was a real nerd. He was spending the summer with her and her Mom because he had landed a good paying summer job at the nearby lumber mill. He said he was saving the money to buy a car.

Sue liked teasing Ed and her mother enjoyed watching Sue do it. It was breakfast and Sue sat opposite Ed. She reached out with her bare foot, between Ed's legs. Her toes felt Ed's balls and she rolled one back and forth under her toes.

Ed gasped and spread his legs wide. He looked like he was about to faint.

"Good heavens", thought Sue "The nerd likes it". "Hey Ed, do you like this" said Sue as she rolled his left nut around.

Ed nodded and both Sue and her mother burst out laughing. Sue spent the rest of the breakfast rolling Ed's left nut around. Ed sat there, with his legs spread and his head back, almost sliding out of the seat, offering his balls to Sue.

After breakfast Sue left the table, Ed got up, bent over at the waist, clutching his nuts and went off to work.

That evening, at supper, Sue worked on Ed's right nut. The next morning, Barb, Sue's mother took Sue's place opposite Ed and she stretched out her foot and gave Ed a firm ball massage. That evening she did it again, under the table with no comment about it.

The next morning Ed was at the kitchen table sitting with his legs spread when Sue and Barb came into the kitchen. Sue sat opposite Ed but did not reach out with her foot.

About halfway through breakfast Ed said "Please".

Barb laughed "What do you want Ed? More toast?"

"No" Ed replied "I want what you did to me yesterday and the day before. Please, that's what I want."

 Barb looked at Sue "Do you know what he's talking about?" Sue said she had no idea. Barb said "Now Ed what is it you want, be specific."

Ed got red in the face and Sue said he would never get it if he didn't tell them. Ed blurted out "I want my nuts squeezed, please squeeze my nuts".

Barb started to laugh. Sue looked seriously at Ed and asked him if he would like his nuts squeezed every morning, when he came home from work and in the evening as they sat watching TV.

Ed moaned in anticipation and said "Yes, oh yes. I'll do anything for that" Sue laughed and said all he had to do was split his paycheck three ways, a third to Sue a third to her Mom and a third to Ed.

To seal the deal, Sue told Ed to get up and come and stand before her. He did. Sue undid his pants and pulled them down and she told Ed that from now on he was to wear no pants. She gripped a nut in each hand and squeezed. Ed groaned and sank to the floor. Sue sat on his chest and squeezed his nuts with one hand and drank her coffee with the other. That evening Ed laid across Barb's lap and Barb held a nut in each hand as she watched TV.

At the end of every week Barb and Sue had a payday. With only a third of his paycheck to save it looked like Ed would be taking the bus for quite a while longer. 

Bowling Balls, a ball-busting vignette

Bowling Balls, a ball-busting vignette

By Caligula

Keri was at the bowling alley with her two kids, Jack and Amy. Today was Jack's 19th birthday and he loved bowling. His sister Amy had recently turned 18 and didn't have the skill with a bowling ball that Jack had, and she didn't really want to be here. It didn't make it better that Jack would constantly rub it in when he was winning. Amy wanted to wipe the smug smile off his face.

Jack was of course winning again and so Amy wasn't really invested in the game. She kept pulling different weight bowling balls off the racks and bringing them over, swinging them to and fro to see which bowling ball felt best in the hand. She had collected quite the ball collection at their lane. More than anything she just felt like being a brat...getting her brother frustrated that she kept wasting so much time between turns and just generally trying to ruin his birthday.

Their mother had just taken her turn and Jack had thrown his first ball of his own turn. He got most of the pins but missed a couple.

"Ohhh...try to pick up that spare, Jackie!" said his mother Keri.

"Darnit! I thought I had it," he replied, a bit irritated.

Feeling more annoyed than anything, Amy had picked up another bowling ball...a 10 pounder. As Jack walked to where she stood to wait for his ball to come back from his most recent throw so he could try for that spare, Amy accidentally swung her bowling ball right into her brother's nuts.

"Oooofff!!!" Jack bent over with a grunt.

Amy covered her mouth with her hand, but couldn't stifle a giggle. Keri was less impressed with her daughter's aim as she helped Jack to sit down on the floor in their little area.

"Amy! You just nailed your brother right in his balls!" she said crossly. "On his birthday!"

Amy didn't say anything. She knew if she opened her mouth to talk at that moment that she would most likely laugh and get into more trouble. As it was she knew her mother wasn't happy about the big grin she was sporting.

Jack just sat there moaning a bit, legs spread slightly to let his balls breathe.

"Are you okay Jackie?" asked their mother.

"Yeah...I'll be fine. It just stung a little bit," he said. He was lying, of course. His sister had got him square on and he was hurting quite a bit, but he wasn't going to give his sister the satisfaction of knowing how badly she had hurt him.

"I'm going to get some snacks, and an icepack for Jack's balls. Now you young lady better lose the attitude! And you better get rid of all the balls laying around here by the time I get back! We have WAY too many balls! Do you understand me?!?" Keri really laid into her daughter, which pissed Amy off more than Keri knew.

"Yeah. I understand..." Amy replied with venom dripping from her voice.

Keri stormed off and Amy reluctantly started taking all the excess bowling balls she had collected back to the public area. Some of them were so heavy. She picked up a 16 pounder and cringed with how much it hurt her wrist. The pain made her look angrily at her brother as he sat there, legs spread, nuts throbbing. That at least made her smile. Then she remembered what her mother had said: You had better get rid of all the balls. We have way too many balls.

With that, at least, she agreed. She walked over to her brother, still holding her 16 pounder. Jack looked up at her, still determined not to let his little sister see any pain on his face. Amy smiled down at Jack and lifted the 16 pound bowling ball high over her head. Then she let it roll forward and slip off the tips of her fingers.

Jack and Amy both watched as the bowling ball fell several feet and landed with a "crunch" right onto his balls. Jack's eyes bugged out and he let out an unintelligible few words, although several octaves higher than should have been possible. His hands cupped the sides of the bowling ball, trying to dislodge it from his nuts.

Amy took her foot and placed it on top of the big bowling ball, adding her weight to the 16 pounds. She could hear more crunching as she leaned into it. "I hate bowling," she stated calmly with a smile. "It puts too much emphasis on the balls."

She stepped off the ball and picked it up and placed it back on the rack, much to Jack's relief. Amy could see Jack was in no position to bowl and walked over to the lane and pressed a button, forfeiting his turn and resetting the pins for the next player.

Keri finally came back with some ice, which was placed strategically in Jack's lap, and some snacks. Keri thought Jack looked a little worse for wear. That's odd, she thought, as he said it wasn't so bad. Boys...always exaggerating that nut pain.

She handed Amy a soda and a bag of chips. "Did you get rid of all the balls like I told you to?"

Amy beamed. "I sure did. I got rid of ALL the balls."

"And does Jackie have a spare?" Keri asked.

Amy smiled even bigger, "No. Jack most definitely doesn't have a spare."

"Awe," said their mom with a pouty sad face. "Sometimes your balls just let you down."

Amy laughed. "Yeah. Jack definitely had ball issues while you were gone."

"Well I think it's my turn!" said their mother with a clap. "Now somebody hand me a ball!"

A Matter Of Balance

A Matter Of Balance

By Caligula

Melissa pulled a kitchen chair up to the cabinets; cabinets she was too short to reach. At four foot eleven inches she wasn’t very tall and often had problems reaching items stored up high. Canned goods on the top shelf at the local market were a particular annoyance as she always had to ask for help. Even with her highest heels height was a perpetual challenge.

She pulled the wobbly chair as close to the cabinets as she could get it and climbed up in her bare feet to search for the item that she misplaced some time ago. Where is that damn bottle? She still couldn’t reach the cabinet and stood on her tiptoes to give her an extra few inches, but that caused the chair to teeter dangerously to the side. The chair was just too rickety and her balance too off. She jumped off at the last moment, saving herself from a nasty fall. She looked from the cabinet up high to the chair down low, pondering her options.

“Bill! Can you come here a minute please? I need your help,” she called.

Melissa’s son Bill came shambling into the kitchen, not thrilled to be bothered but also without a good reason to put off his mother’s request for an audience. At nearly 6 feet tall he towered over his mother.

“Yeah, Mom. What’s up?”

“Bill, do me a favor and sit in this chair and hold it stable please? I’m looking for something on the top shelf over here and I keep losing my balance and I don’t want to fall and get hurt,” she said.

“Why don’t you just let me get whatever it is you’re looking for? I’m taller than you,” he replied.

This annoyed Melissa, as her height (or lack thereof) was a touchy subject with her.

“Bill! You know how much I hate tall people commenting on my stature! I’m exactly as tall as I need to be! It’s not my fault the rest of you are oversized beanstalks!”

“Fine, Mom! Fine! I’ll sit in the stupid chair,” he replied.

Bill sat down up agains the backrest as his mother lifted one of her shapely legs and cute feet over his groin area, making him realize there wasn’t much room on the chair for both him and his mother. He quickly spread his legs to the side, creating a gap for his mother to stand in. Melissa planted her foot firmly on the seat and lifted herself off the ground, coming to stand between her son’s splayed thighs.

Sitting directly behind his mother Bill had a perfect view of her nice ass as it wiggled back and forth in front of his eyes like a hypnotist swinging a shiny bauble from side to side, luring him into a trance. It didn’t help that she was wearing some teeny tiny Daisy Duke shorts, and her bubble butt oozed out of the shorts creating some of the finest ass cleavage he had ever seen.

This isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

As Melissa still struggled to reach the shelf she was unaware of her son’s appreciative fascination with her rump and stood on her tiptoes once more to gain those precious few inches that might help her achieve her goal of searching the shelf.

Damn! Still can’t reach it!

Her balance started to falter again and she involuntarily backed up a few inches, her bare heels now hovering dangerously above her son’s balls. Neither Melissa nor Bill noticed the precarious situation his manhood was in, as Melissa was still concentrating on reaching the shelf and Bill was still concentrating on his mother’s plump ass. His gaze travelled from her bubble butt to her legs, following down their length, and came to rest on her feet with her pretty polished toes and high arch. It was then that Bill’s mind snapped back to reality as he saw his unpleasant dilemma…to say something and startle his mother, causing her feet to drop back onto his berries…or not say something and she tired of standing on her toes and drop back onto her heels and onto his berries.

If she leans back she’s going to crush my…

Melissa leaned back.

Bill tried to stand up, but his mother’s feet had pinned his nuts to the seat of the chair. His mouth fell open as he made an attempt to tell his mom that her feet were crushing his balls, but it came out as just one long high-pitched sigh.

Melissa lowered her feet and felt the soft fabric of her son’s basketball shorts under her heels, along with what felt like two grapes…one under each heel.

What are those, she wondered.

She shifted her weight back and forth from heel to heel trying to figure out what those two little things were that she held captive under her feet.

What ARE those? <wiggle her right foot> Feels like two firm eggs. <wiggle her left foot> Feels like two…

“Balls…” Bill gasped out weakly. “My balls…”

“Balls?” mused Melissa out loud.

She looked down and saw the shocked look on Bill’s face, and let her eyes wander to his groin. She lifted her right heel slightly, shifting her weight on that foot to her toes, then placed her weight back onto her heel to confirm that rubbery object under her foot was indeed her son’s ball.

“Oopsie!” she cried as she jumped down off the chair, her bare feet landing on the cold kitchen tiles with an audible plop. She grunted as she slowly twisted the chair around so that it faced the opposite direction, Bill flopping like a ragdoll with each sudden jerk of the seat. Melissa giggled playfully as she knelt between her son’s legs, tugging his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, exposing his manhood so she could check out his sore nuts.

“Sorry Billy,” she said through her girlish laughter. “Let me check your two balls.”

She realized she didn’t really know how to check balls, and ended up just holding his nuts in her hands and weighing them up and down like she was examining fruit at the grocery store. She carefully placed each ball back onto the chair, adjusting them slightly like she was arranging fine china. She still needed to check that shelf though. She took a moment to think about it and then stepped back onto the chair between Bill’s legs, making sure to avoid his bare balls.

Now that his nuts were free from the painful trap sprung on them by his mom’s feet, Bill’s senses started to return to him. His mother was back on the chair, but as the chair was now reversed he was staring directly at the camel toe created in his mom’s skin-tight shorts. He swallowed hard, especially as his mother stood on her tiptoes again and leaned forward, shoving her crotch even closer to his face. He was practically crossing his eyes in an attempt to bring her tightly wrapped cooter into focus. He swallowed hard, and his dick started to stiffen.

Melissa still couldn’t reach the shelf and lifted herself onto her toes again, but she was still too short. She hated being short.

Just another half inch or so and I could reach this damn shelf!

She was about to give up when she looked down and saw her son’s nuts laying innocently on the chair right in front of her toes. She was surprised to see his cock harden and lift off the chair in what she likened to a patriotic salute. It stood there completely vertical, and she found herself impressed with the libido that young men possessed.

I wonder what that’s all about, she thought. She looked again at his nuts. Huh…they seem to be about a half-inch around. I wonder...no. No, I couldn’t do that…could I? It would just be for a brief moment…just long enough to check that shelf. And I’m small. I don’t weigh all that much.

Melissa lifted her right foot and placed the ball of her foot on her son’s left nut, stepping down on it. Bill froze, his dick wilting like an unwatered flower. Melissa then repeated the procedure with her other foot, and Bill’s other nut. She tested out the integrity of his gonads by bouncing on them slightly to make certain they would hold her full weight. Satisfied, she refocused her attention on the pesky shelf. While she couldn’t see what was on the shelf, the added height provided by her son’s balls allowed her to blindly search the shelf with her outstretched hand.

Nothing…where is that damn bottle?

Bill’s boner was gone, having been defeated by his mother’s pretty feet. If someone had asked what it felt like, and had he been capable of answering, he would have said it felt like his mom had placed his nuts in two vices and kept turning the screws. His mind flashed from thought to thought. He fevered brain momentarily grabbed onto something he learned in science class; something about when an object meets an immovable force. The image of his mother’s delicate female hand breaking two eggs and the insides oozing out into a frying pan flashed before his eyes. He saw fragments of his mother dancing barefoot in a vat full of grapes, making wine by bursting the grapes…but then the hazy image shifted and instead of grapes it was his balls she was dancing on.

Melissa had run her hand over almost the entire surface of the cabinet shelf without finding her precious bottle. As her hand strayed to the far side of the shelf she shifted her weight to maintain her balance.

POP!

Bill’s right nut was obliterated as it finally surrendered under Melissa’s foot, causing the small amount of cum that had been inside the ball to ooze out of his dick. She was so focused on finding her bottle though that the bursting of her son’s ball only vaguely registered in her mind. Her body reflexively adjusted her balance and centered her weight over Bill’s left ball, causing her left leg to lift higher and bend at the knee as it no longer had anything to step on. All of her weight was now pressing down on the left ball.

Just a moment longer, she thought. I’m sure that bottle is here somewhere. Almost done…

POP!

Another dribble of cum leaked from his cock.

Her hand withdrew from the shelf as she lost her half-inch boost with the failing of the structural integrity of Bill’s balls. Her thoughts shifted from the still missing bottle to the sound of Bill’s high-pitched gurgles…too high-pitched for a man to make. She looked down and saw the cause of her son’s new-found operatic singing skills under her feet.

Oh! I guess I exploded his balls. Well that’s a shame. You only get two, after all.

She stepped down off the chair and off what was left of the two nuts that had served her well. She briefly wondered what it must be like to have someone step on your balls and turn them into nut puree.

They just dangle outside their body like that. How bad could it hurt if Mother Nature intended for them to just hang there without any protection? She noted the sad puddle of cum lying between Bill’s legs and recalled the last she saw of his dick it had been erect. It must not have hurt TOO badly if he was cumming while I stood on his dingleberries…so nothing to feel bad about I guess. Kind of gross that I made him cum…I’m his mother after all, but since it was his last one I’m glad I was able to help drain that nut out of his balls.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie,” she said quietly to Bill, referring to the quickly drying cum stain on her well used kitchen furniture and her role in creating it.

Melissa slapped herself on the forehead.

“Of course! Now I remember moving that bottle into the bathroom last month!” she exclaimed. “Ugh…up onto a high shelf. At least I think that’s where I put it.”

Melissa grabbed another kitchen chair and headed towards the bathroom with it.

“Frank!” she called to her other son. “Can you meet me in the bathroom please?”

“Yeah Mom! What do you need?” her older son responded.

“I’m looking for something on one of the top shelves and I need you to hold this chair steady for me so I don’t lose my balance,” she said.

“Be right there!”

She would try to be more careful this time. If only she weren’t so short.

The bathroom shelf is even higher than the one in the kitchen. Maybe if he gets hard like his brother and his dick is pointing straight up I could stand on the tip with my cute little toes so I can reach. That would give me like six or seven extra inches! Boners are tough, right? Sure they are. That’s why they call it being hard I suppose. He’ll be fine. His dick will be just fine…