Bullies Beaten

Bullies Beaten

By NewTripWire

[An update of Hardie’s classic story of 2 muscular bullies dominated and ballbusted by 2 girls.      

This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only.]

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Anne’s father was part time caretaker of the local cemetery. This was no longer used as a burial ground as it was full up. However, he kept it in immaculate condition for the benefit of those who wished to visit, by prior arrangement, the last resting place of their loved ones. At other times the large wrought iron entrance gates were kept locked. Anne, and her friend Kelly found it to be the ideal place to practice their gymnastics and the self defense skills they were being taught at school by their new gym teacher, Ms. Cartwright!

The cemetery was protected on two sides by six feet high stone walls. Anne’s cottage and garden, and the entrance gates filled another side, and the fourth, south side was bordered by a low wall and a steep bank which dropped away to a main road thirty feet below. When the girls wanted to work out on the lovely level ‘rest’ lawn in one corner of the cemetery, all they had to do was climb over the fence of Anne’s garden and they had the graveyard to themselves…until the boys intruded.

Neither Anne nor Kelly noticed the ball flying over the north wall of the cemetery. They had heard the sound of the boys playing in the street beyond when they’d started their practice, but were unaware of any problem until Knox started wolf whistling from the position he’d climbed to on top of the wall. He had something to whistle about! Both girls were petite 18-year -olds, with neatly proportioned, developing, curvaceous bodies. They were wearing their navy blue, cotton, PE briefs and white, aertex sports shirts. Calf length white socks and white plimsolls completed their attire.

“Throw the ball back then,” said Knox, indicating the soccer ball lying among the graves, “unless,” he leered, “you want to play with it yourselves. You’d like to play with my balls, wouldn’t you,” he smirked suggestively as some of his cronies chuckled lewdly from behind the wall.

The girls glanced at each other and winced. Knox was a 19-year-old bully who took great delight in making suggestive remarks to younger girls. Anne shrugged, ran over, picked up the ball and threw it over the wall. Knox disappeared and the girls began their routine once more. Seconds later the ball bounced between them. Knox regained his position on top of the wall, this time accompanied by his crony Heatley, another 19 year old. Both boys leered at the young girls.

“Get the ball, then girls,” ordered Knox, digging his friend in the ribs. “They’re great at getting boys’ balls, Heatley.” Heatley guffawed as Anne retrieved the ball and threw it over the wall.

“That’s the last time, Knox,” she glared up at him legs apart, hands on curvy young hips. “We don’t need your stupid remarks, so just go away and leave us alone!”

“Oooooh,” mocked Knox, “my ball’s not good enough for you then.” He signaled an unseen colleague. The ball came back over the wall. “Oops!” he said. “Looks as if you’ll have to fetch my ball again. Go fetch girls!” There was the sound of male chuckling from Knox’s sycophants.

This time Kelly got the ball. She tossed it in the air a couple of times, looked up at the boys on the wall and said, calmly, “We told you that was the last time, Knox. So, if you want your rotten ball you’ll have to come and get it.”

“Come and….WHAT!” yelled Knox. “Throw the ball back, Kelly, ‘cause if I have to come down there, I’m warning you, I won’t go easy just ‘cause you’re a girl!” he blustered.

“Well, I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a boy, and a stupid muck mouth at that,” said Kelly, glaring defiantly at him.

“Right!” roared Knox, enraged by the girl’s defiance. “Come on, boys. Let’s teach these bitches a lesson!”

Knox and Heatley dropped into the cemetery, soon followed by three other teenage boys who had been kicking the ball about in the street. Both boys were shirtless and sweaty from their game. Anne and Kelly both noticed their well-built bodies. Knox was taller and a little leaner compared to Heatley’s slightly shorter, stockier build, but both boys had heavy, heaving pecs, rippling abs and thick arms. They were wearing sneakers and small soccer shorts that showed off their bulging thigh muscles. Both boys were obviously proud of their physiques and were trying to use their bodies to intimidate the girls.

Knox’s 18-year-old sister Barbara also clambered over the wall, curious to see what was going on.

“I see you need your gang,” Kelly scorned. “Are you afraid to fight a girl by yourself, Knox. Are you scared in case I give you a good hiding like you deserve!” Knox was furious. He couldn’t believe that a girl was standing up to him. Hell, he was a good head and shoulders taller than she was and twice her weight. He decided to give her a good spanking, humiliate her in front of everyone and maintain his own credibility by getting this over quickly.

He was about to grab her, when Kelly threw the ball straight at his head. As his hands automatically went to catch the ball, the girl stepped forward and crashed her foot into the boy’s unprotected balls. Knox’s mouth dropped open as what was meant to be a scream of pain came out as a choked whine as the girl followed up her kick by grabbing hold of his muscular arms and driving her knee up between his massive thighs to smash his balls once more. Knox dropped. His large, well developed body simply sank to the ground. His hands clutched his shattered balls, keening noises blurted from his mouth as he crumpled before the girl’s attack.

Even as the boy was going down Kelly didn’t let up. Using her feet to good effect, she drove her toe into his kneecap, then, whirling her lithe young body in order to gain momentum, the girl smacked her instep into the boy’s face just before he hit the ground. The force of the kick sent Knox’s body flopping in a semi-conscious sprawl, helpless at the girl’s feet.

Quick as a cat she dropped onto the boy’s barrel like chest and began punching him in the face. She remembered Ms. Cartwright’s advice. “Once you get on top,” she’d said, “don’t stop until your opponent is totally defeated. You only want to fight each battle once. If you give him a thorough thrashing then he won’t come back for more - ever!” And she was giving Knox a thorough thrashing all right. Her fists thumped into the boy’s face as Kelly chose his eyes as her target.

“Hey,” yelled Heatley. He had been utterly shocked by the girl’s ability to smash his pal to the ground, but now intended to intervene. “That was dirty - kicking him in the balls.” He ran forward and pushed the girl from her perch on Knox’s chest. Kelly tumbled to the ground, rolled over on her shoulder, and in one movement was back on her feet again, whirling to face her new opponent.

Heatley, thinking he’d stopped the fight, was in the process of bending over his stricken companion when Kelly, furious at being deprived of her prey, lashed out with her foot and caught the boy a horrific blow in the throat. Heatley staggered back, gagging, clutching his windpipe. Anne, who’d been moving in to help her friend when Heatley attacked, took the opportunity to slide her arms under his shoulders from behind and lock her hands behind his thick neck in a full nelson, his legs spread invitingly as he tried to keep his balance.

As Anne held the boy in position, Kelly flowed into action, her foot smashed into Heatley’s balls, then her fists bored into his rippling 6-pack abs as she tore into her male adversary with controlled female fury. With his balls on fire, Heatley was too stunned to brace his stomach muscles. The punches sank deeper into his core than he expected. As Heatley’s body collapsed under the girl’s attack, Anne had to let go as he was too heavy for her to hold upright. Both girls started to hammer him to the ground.

Knox’s head began to clear as he became aware of the pain in his balls and face. He was furious at being caught out by the girl he’d attacked and pulled himself to his feet, hell bent on revenge for the hurt she’d caused him. Lurching towards the fighters, he grabbed Anne by the arm as she was about to land another blow on the hapless Heatley. It was like grabbing a wildcat by the tail. Instead of trying to pull away from him, the girl swung into his body, free hand clawing at his face. As he leant backwards to avoid the girl’s hand, she brought her knee up into the boy’s balls with a sickening thud. Knox doubled up, moaning with shock and pain, clutching his balls.

Anne held him by the hair and smacked her knee up once again. This time it crunched into the boy’s face, breaking his nose, forcing a howl of anguish from his lips. Anne let the boy’s semi-conscious body drop, sank to her knees beside him and speared her bony fist into the soft sternum above the pads of muscle in the young man’s stomach. The air was driven from the boy’s lungs as his huge, muscular frame flopped helplessly under the svelte young girl’s savage assault. Mercilessly, Anne drove her fist into her victim once more as he rolled into a protective ball, moaning and sobbing.

Anne held him by the hair with one hand and forced her other hand between the boy’s muscular buttocks. Even though his thighs were heavy with thick slabs of muscle, Knox was way too beaten to clench them or protect himself in time. Her slender female fingers curled around his balls. With Knox wearing only wearing soccer shorts and thin sports briefs underneath, Anne had easy access to his most vulnerable organs. She squeezed! She was pleased with how squishy his large, heavy balls were. Knox let out a high-pitched screech as the pain seared his mind.

Barbara had been watching the fight with mounting excitement. At first she couldn’t believe her hulking big brother was being hammered by a little girl not much older than herself. Then she found herself cheering on the girls as they took Heatley and her brother apart. Her brother had bullied her unmercifully for years and she had no sympathy for him. She also went to Ms Carwright’s classes. ‘It must feel so good to beat up a boy’, she thought, her insides melting as she watched Anne make her big brother scream in agony. She decided she’d help the girls if the rest of the boys intervened.

But the other boys had no intention of intervening. They’d all been dominated in one way or another by Knox and Heatley and, although initially stunned by the success of the girls, were now getting a charge out of seeing the nubile, half naked girls beating up two powerfully built, half-naked older boys. Some of them were even getting boners, creating bulges in their shorts that did not go unnoticed by Barbara and the other girls.

Heatley was scrambling along the ground on all fours, using one arm to try to ward off Kelly who was firing feet and fists at him in a relentless barrage which prevented him from getting to his feet. His chance came when Knox screamed. Kelly turned to see what was happening, thinking it might be Anne who was in trouble. Heatley didn’t care who was screaming. All he wanted to do was to get away from the female fiend who was hammering her fists into him. He ran. Kelly realized her mistake as Heatley badly hurt, set off on a shambling run, heading for the wall. She raced after the boy. Panic stricken as he realized the girl was after him, Heatley tried his hardest to escape.

In the upstairs flat of the only house whose windows overlooked the part of the cemetery where the battle was taking place, Reg Collier watched in amazement. He’d come into the bedroom to change, and had been down to his gym shorts when he’d looked out of the window. He’d witnessed the girls’ dominating their large male opponents at the start of the fight, now he could hardly believe his eyes as he saw a burly 19 year old boy fleeing from a slender young girl. His cock bulged. He started as he found his pretty young wife, Carol, standing beside him. She had sneaked up behind him, delighted with the view of her hunky husband’s muscular, V-shaped back, pert, round butt and muscular thighs displayed by his short workout shorts. She was about to wrap her arms around his waist when she glanced out the window.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, as she saw the action in the cemetery. “No wonder you didn’t hear me come in. Get him girl!”

Tanned legs flashing, ponytail streaming out behind her, Kelly caught up with the terrified boy and brought him crashing to the ground with a flying tackle. Almost in one movement, the agile young girl rose from her tackle, and, maintaining her hold on the boy’s ankles, she pushed Heatley’s thick legs up over his body. The girl paused a moment, struggling to get a good foothold under the weight of Heatley’s muscular legs.

“Surely she won’t…,” gasped Reg, as he saw from his viewpoint exactly what the girl had in mind.

“Yes she will,” said his wife, holding her breath in anticipation.

Kelly stepped inside the boy’s suspended legs and kicked him in the balls. Heatley’s torso lifted from the ground as he thrashed around in agony. The girl drew back her curvaceous leg and kicked him in the balls again.

“Oh YES!” Carol exclaimed. She glanced over at her husband’s almost-naked muscular body, just to steal a quick glance at the body she lusted after so much. Instead of taking in his hairy, thick pecs and six-pack abs, she noticed the large bulge in the front of his shorts. Carol reached over and wrapped her fingers around the outline of his rock-hard cock through his shorts. Her eyes gleamed, and her body shook with excitement at the sight of the girl giving the large, well-built boy the beating of his life. Reg tensed up when his wife grasped his cock but they both kept watching the action.

Kelly dropped Heatley’s legs, which were becoming too heavy for her to hold up any longer. The boy turned over and lay face down, clutching his groin, moaning in pain and despair. The triumphant girl stomped her foot into the back of his thick neck, slamming his face into the turf. She stomped him again, then turned round to see how her friend was getting on.

Anne had Knox on his knees in front of her. She stood with legs astride, one hand holding him upright by the hair the other under his chin, holding up his battered, tear-stained face to her tranquil gaze. “Oh dear,” she murmured soothingly, “are you hurt, Knoxie-woxie? Poor boy. Did you let the little girl beat you then! You wanted us to play with your balls. Didn’t you enjoy the girls playing with your balls after all? Come on, let’s see if you can stand up.” She pulled Knox’s head up by the hair and straightened up his body so that he rose shakily to his feet, towering over the slender young girl as she held him upright. “That’s a good boy,” she praised, as he swayed slightly under her grasp, muscular arms flopping like a puppet’s by his side.

She moved closer, eye-level with the muscle-bound boy’s heaving pecs, and held him by his bulging biceps. “Wow!” she mocked, “what lovely big muscles you have. What a shame a big strong boy like you has to give in to a little girl.” She grazed her hands all over Knox’s beautifully sculpted upper body, possessively groping his thick shoulders, pecs and abs. Knox’s mind was frozen. This shouldn’t be happening. He was being humiliated before his cronies by a girl and he was numb with fear. The spirit had been knocked out of him by the young girl fighters and he was powerless to resist. And something even more humiliating was happening and he couldn’t help himself.

Anne’s curvaceous female leg was burrowing between his thickly muscled thighs, forcing them apart. She let one hand drop onto the boy’s balls and her eyes widened with surprise. Knox had a hard on!

Anne was filled with excitement. She moved behind her terrified victim, one hand holding his hair again, the other twisting a powerful male arm up behind the boy’s back, holding him helpless in her grasp. “Look, everyone!” she announced, bending his body backwards, so that his erection bulged his shorts outwards like a tent with a pole in it. “Knox likes being beaten up by a girl!”

“Wow!” gasped Reg, “she’s completely beaten him. The girl’s totally humiliating the boy and he’s not even trying to fight her.”

“That’s right,” his wife agreed. “The girl destroyed his will to fight. She can do what she wants with him now.” She’d moved behind her husband and stuffed one hand down his shorts, stroking his balls with one hand and rubbing his stomach with the other. His erection was enormous! “And you’re enjoying watching the girls beating up the boys, aren’t you?” She went on, “Girls can usually beat up boys if they want to. We’re much better fighters once we learn how to use our skills. More ruthless… you’ll see!” Reg saw.

Kelly had left Heatley cowering on the lawn. She moved sinuously towards Knox. She loved the sight of the huge, hulking teenage male, practically naked, bruised, bloodied and dazed, now captured, bent backward, his muscular thighs spread wide for balance, his shorts obscenely stretching toward her due to his boner. He looked more vulnerable than ever. He was completely under their control. The power went straight to her head…and her hands.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed, patting his twitching cock. “I’ve never seen a boy’s hard-on.” She caressed the shape of his boner, thrilled to feel how hard it was. She started to grope him more aggressively, kneading and squeezing his cock like a tube of toothpaste. Knox started breathing faster. “You won’t mind if we just have a little look, will you, Knox? You said you wanted the girls to play with your balls, so here we go.” She pulled down the boy’s shorts.

All three girls gaped at the sight of Knox’s erection bulging through his sweat-soaked, practically transparent, skimpy white briefs. Anne, wrenching on his arm, could hardly contain her excitement as she stared at Knox’s muscular bubble butt packed into his little briefs.

After molesting his trapped cock even more with rough squeezing and grabbing, Kelly hooked her fingers in his briefs’ waistband and lowered it. The girls all gasped again as Knox’s thick, throbbing erection sprang free and almost slapped Kelly in the face. The tip was leaking a drop of pre-cum. Knox just moaned and squirmed in embarrassment. The audience was hushed with anticipation.

“Show us how you wank, Knox!” Anne said, peeking around his arm to view his throbbing erection. “Go on.” She jerked back on the beaten boy’s hair.

“Do it!” Kelly joined in, raising her tiny fist. “Wank, or get your face smashed even more, Knox,” she threatened. Knox whimpered. He wrapped his hand around his erection and started to pump it. Both girls started giggling, adding to his humiliation. His breathing quickened and his legs began to quiver. It was all over in seconds. A couple of strokes, a tautening of his body, then Knox spurted in a short series of muscular convulsions, sending blobs of grey fluid arcing onto the green lawn.

Barbara stared wide-eyed as the girls forced her big brother to humiliate himself in front of everyone. She’d never seen a boy’s hard-on either and was fascinated by the size of it. She thought it would be wonderful if she could defeat a large, powerful boy and make him wank himself off in front of everyone.

The other boys were stunned. They shuffled uncomfortably as the girls toyed with their companion, glad to see Knox beaten but unsure how to take the ruthlessness of girl fighters. Many of them were on the verge of coming themselves and were torn between running home and relieving themselves and staying to see what else the girls would do to their victims.

“Okay, Knox!” said Kelly. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near this cemetery again. You understand?” The devastated boy nodded. His spent cock now hung between his thighs like a thick hose over his two swollen, tender balls.

“Finish him, Kelly,” Anne signaled her friend.

“My pleasure,” Kelly dropped a mock curtsey, then drove her knee with devastating force into the young man’s dangling balls. The pain was too much for Knox’s brain to endure any more. His cry of agony was cut off as he slumped into merciful unconsciousness.

Kelly let her male opponent’s powerful body collapse in a heap at her feet. Contemptuously she kicked him in the ribs, then joined Anne as they strolled purposefully over to the prostrate Heatley, two sensuous young female fighters bent on the destruction of the male opponent.

Anne took hold of one of the boy’s feet and twisted, forcing him to turn over onto his back. He was still holding his shattered balls, sobs wracking his muscular male body as he gazed through tear stained eyes at the young girl who stood over him. Her tanned legs were wide apart, flaring hips molded by the malleable cotton of her navy blue gym briefs, small breasts stretching the fabric of her white aertex sports shirt as she looked down at the defeated male fighter. He couldn’t believe such a tiny opponent, and a girl at that, had beaten him so badly. All he wanted to do was go home. He’d had enough. He was in agony from the hammering he’d taken from the lithe young girl who was standing demurely over him.

Tearfully, he begged her to let him go. Anne was thrilled. She looked down at his beautiful body with his wide chest and back and trim, tapered waist, thighs so plump with muscle and arms as thick as her leg. Here was a tough, muscular, 19-year-old boy begging her to stop hurting him. Well, she was almost through. Maybe he needed just a little more punishment, and, besides, she wanted to know if….

“Take off your shorts!” Anne ordered. “Now!” she barked as Heatley hesitated. He was bemused. He’d been too busy nursing his injuries to realize what the girls had done to Knox. Now he was being told to strip by a girl. For a moment he tried to summon up the courage to rebel. Then he looked into the steady gaze of the girl who had beaten him. His willpower melted. He took off his shorts.

“YES!” Anne was exulted. Heatley’s cock was obviously rock-hard in his jockstrap. He tried to cover himself up with his hands but it was useless. The small pouch was stretched to its limit by Knox’s thick, swollen dick.

“God, I love the little undies jocks wear,” Kelly said to Anne with a giggle as she ogled Knox’s skimpy jockstrap.

“Me, too,” Anne said. Then she addressed Heatley. “Fine, if you stop there, I’ll just have to help you,” Anne said. She leaned over. Heatley flinched. Anne easily batted away his hands, grabbed the waistband of his jock and yanked it down to his ankles. Healtey’s cock sprang up and stood up proudly from its bed of black pubic hair. Another boy to humiliate! And his cock was almost as big as Knox’s! The girls felt themselves getting aroused as they stared at the towering symbol of masculinity sprouting up from between his muscular thighs, with his two large, swollen balls drooping between them.

“Now wank, Heatley,” she said. “Take your nice big cock in your hand and wank yourself off in front of everybody like a good little boy. Come on!” she said sweetly. “Show us what a good wanker you are, boy!”

Sobbing with shame, yet also feeling an excitement he’d never felt before, the boy obeyed the girl, milking himself as she watched in awed delight. He slid his hand up and down his cock, easily lubed with the copious amounts of pre-come. His back arched, his legs bent, and soon Heatley was spurting his come all over his chest and abs. The girls watching gasped at the distance and quantity. Anne put her foot on the boy’s chest. “That was very good. What a nice big boy you are to do what us girls tell you. You want to do what girls tell you, don’t you, Heatley?”

Heatley was beyond resistance. “Yes,” he nodded tearfully.

“There’s a good boy,” said Anne. “Now I just need you to open your lovely strong legs a bit more. That’s good,” she said as the boy complied. She stepped into the V of his open legs. “Just to remind you not to annoy us girls again, Heatley…..” The boy screamed in agony as the demure young girl drove her foot savagely into his exposed balls. His body arced from the ground, then he curled up, whimpering, into an amoebic ball. Anne put her foot on the boy’s defeated body and raised her arms in triumph.

Carol had quickly yanked Reg’s shorts and briefs down his large, muscular thighs until they pooled around his ankles. Standing behind him, without missing a beat, she wrapped her hand around her husband’s thick cock and started pumping again. Reg came in great shuddering gasps at the sight of the young girl celebrating her victory over her big, naked, male opponent as his pretty wife relieved him of his sperm with a few strokes of her hand. She kept pumping his large, thick cock until she had milked every last drop out of her panting husband, his quivering thighs barely able to keep him upright if it wasn’t for his wife’s grip on his manhood.

“There, I told you girls were ruthless.” Her hand closed round his balls. “Just think what I could do to you if I wanted to! Just remember who’s boss around here!” Reg stood straight up, tense, confused and a little scared. She chuckled and went off to change.

“Get them out of here!” Kelly told the goggle-eyed boy spectators, indicating the prone bodies of their beaten companions. “And don’t forget to tell everyone how the mighty boy bullies, Knox and Heatley, were beaten up and made to wank by a couple of girls.”

Barbara went over to the girls with something akin to hero worship in her eyes. “That was… that was so GOOD,” she enthused. “Can I come and practice with you? Will you show me how to beat boys?”

“I think we’d better,” said Anne. “I don’t expect your brother will be too pleased at you watching him being beaten up and made to strip off and play with himself by a girl. Come on, we’ll show you a couple of tricks! You may need them! Did you see the size of their cocks…?”

Tamed by a Tomboy

Tamed by a Tomboy

[An update of Hardie’s classic story where a muscular young male is beaten, ballbusted and sexually dominated by a smaller girl and her friends.]

By NewTripWire

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“Hey!” said Dick, “what’s going on in here?” He had come home early from after school Cadet Parade and caught his little step-sister red-handed.

He stood in the doorway of the cellar gym he’d helped his father to build, and glared angrily at the group of half-a-dozen girls who were using his agility mat.

The girls were dressed in their PE kit of brief navy blue cotton gym briefs and white aertex sports shirts, and were doing some type of wrestling but he was too annoyed to notice much.

“Hi Dick, it’s only us!” Jenny, his pert, young, 18-year-old step-sister, emerged from the group. She was scared at being found in the gym by her step-brother, who would almost certainly make her suffer for the intrusion, but she had to put on a bold face in front of the other girls.

“Come and see Anne,” Jenny said. “She’s our new girl at school. She can do a `crucifix’ on your rings!”

Jenny didn’t feel like telling her older brother that they were practicing unarmed combat skills. He’d only deride her, like he always did when she tried to do something that she thought up by herself.

“What?” Dick was both angered by this intrusion of girls, and disbelieving of his step-sister’s claim. “That’s stupid. No girl is strong enough to hold a `crucifix’! Now get your little playmates out of here.” He sneered. “I’ve got work to do!”

Jenny was red with embarrassment at her brother’s rudeness. Just because he was three years older than her, and a boy, he thought he could boss her around all the time. Now he was disdainfully dismissing her in front of her friends!

Normally she would have meekly obeyed the older boy. But the new girl had been telling them things about boys and girls, and girls asserting themselves, and even fighting back against boys who tried to bully them!

Over the past few weeks, on the days when Dick attended Cadets, the girls, with the blessing of Jenny’s mother, had made use of the gym.

There, Annie had shown them some fighting moves and unarmed combat skills she’d learned at her last school.

Now it was happening. Jenny was being confronted by a large, male bully: her step-brother! Jenny just couldn’t let herself be treated so badly in front of the other girls.

“It’s not stupid!” She stamped her foot in anger. “Just because you can’t do it, you don’t want to see a girl doing better than you!!”

“I don’t care what she can do,” exclaimed Dick. “I’ve told you. Get these girls out of here. I want to work out. Go and play with your dolls or something!”

The handsome young man had already peeled off his shirt on his way to the gym so he stood there shirtless, hands on hips, legs wide, wearing only short workout shorts and his sneakers. He had been bodybuilding for almost seven years now so he had an incredibly well-built body: thick shoulders and arms, heavy pecs lightly coated with hair, a broad back that tapered down to a trim waist, rippling 6-pack abs and powerful thighs. His perky, muscular butt and the prominent bulge in the front of his shorts stretched the fabric, leaving very little to the imagination.

The girls were in awe of the powerful young man. Most of them were terrified of his power, annoyed by his attitude and aroused by his good looks and physique.

Jenny was trembling with righteous indignation. “No, we won’t get out! You get out! We were here first!”

Furious at his little sister’s defiance, Dick grabbed her and held her by her slender arms. Almost head and shoulders taller than the girl, and, because of his muscular build, forty pounds heavier, he glared down at her. “Do you want me to throw you out!” he stormed!

Jenny trembled. The powerfully built boy towered over her. She could feel the strength in his grasp as his fingers dug into her yielding flesh. The girl almost crumbled then and there as her eyes swam with tears. A calm voice cut through the scene.

“In the balls, like I showed you, Jenny!” said Anne.

Dick looked over his sister’s head at the girl who had spoken. He just had time to take in the mocking smile on an attractive young face, then his world collapsed!

As the words penetrated Jenny’s racing mind, she reacted immediately and drove her knee up between her step-brother’s spread thighs just like the new girl had shown them earlier. She smashed him in the balls.

The boy’s whole frame stiffened in agony. A strangled screech came from his open mouth, then he collapsed at the feet of the little girl who had struck him, clutching his balls, sobbing with pain.

Jenny was both shocked and elated. She could hardly believe she’d violently defied her elder brother, but she had a wonderful feeling flowing through her loins as she stood over the male she’d brought down so easily.

“Now finish him!” said Anne. “Beat him up, Jenny, so he won’t ever bully you again!”

Jenny hesitated. Her immediate instinct was to see if the boy she’d struck was all right! Yet she also wanted to pile into him and hurt him even more. But .. girls didn’t do that sort of thing! She was confused. Maybe she should get him some ice!

“Hit him while he’s down! Get him!” urged Anne, but Jenny ignored her. She didn’t know what to do. And while she hesitated, her brother staggered to his feet, clutching his balls, his face flushed with fury.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jenny gasped, holding her hand out to her stricken step-brother. “I didn’t mean..Are you OK…?” She stopped. She could hardly believe the hatred she could see in her step-brother’s eyes as he regained his feet and looked towards her.

“You’re dead!” he snarled. “Now I’m really going to hurt you!”

Jenny gulped. The boy looked formidable. His work in the gym had caused him to develop a heavily muscled body for his age, a body, which to Jenny, was awesomely strong! She was frozen with fear!

“Remember what we’ve been practicing,” said Anne, rushing to Jenny’s side as she saw the girl go numb. “You can beat him! He’s only a boy!”

“You keep out of it, or you’ll get hurt too!” said Dick.

“Wooooooo!” mocked Anne. “You want to fight me, do you, prick? Come on then. Let’s see what a big macho male can do against a little girl!”

Dick was blind with fury at being downed by his little sister in front of a load of girls. Without hesitation, he turned his anger on this new target, stepped towards her and lashed at her with his fist.

The girl swayed back from the waist, letting the boy’s punch slide past, then darted inside and slammed her own fist into his exposed ribs. Dick grimaced as the girl’s tiny fist bored into one of the few parts of his body which lacked a padding of muscle, but he hardly paused, and swung at the girl again.

This time it was the powerful young man’s left fist which flashed past the lithe little girl as she swayed out of the way. Anne was left-footed. As she swayed back, she balanced on her right leg, then lunged forwards and swung her left leg to smash her instep into the boy’s side, finding the weak spot between his rib cage and his hip bone with deadly accuracy.

Dick staggered back, gasping for breath as the air was driven from his lungs by the girl’s attack. He could hear the other girls screaming encouragement as their classmate closed with him and tattooed his ribs with her fists.

The boy tried to grab his nubile, young adversary, but she was too quick for him, and he was left floundering as the girl danced clear. He paused, adopting a boxer’s stance, covering up with his powerful forearms, peering grimly at his female opponent over his clenched, club-like fists.

The girl was slightly taller than his sister, and more maturely developed physically. Budding breasts thrust pertly from above her tiny waist, slightly stretching the fabric of her sports shirt. Her hips flared into tanned, sturdy thighs which were beginning to take on the curves of femininity, the sleek smoothness concealing the girl’s powerful muscularity.

And she was smiling confidently. Her ponytail jogged behind her as she bobbed on the balls of her feet, her arms in a karate ready position, palms open, fists unclenched, ready to fight the bigger, older male who opposed her.

Dick was baffled. The girl should be terrified of him. How could a slender, little, 18-year-old girl stand up to a well-developed, 21-year-old boy? One punch would flatten her and stop the stupid cheers of her stupid little friends. All he had to do was back her into the corner where she couldn’t escape, then whack her one! He moved forward, throwing left jabs, making the girl retreat before his male power!

Anne let him come on, backing off towards the corner of the gym. One jab, two, three. Now! As the fourth jab flew towards her, the girl ducked underneath the punch, then bobbed up. Her hands were a blur of movement as she seized the boy’s wrist with both hands and spun sideways, pulling his arm across his body, bracing her strong, shapely legs and using his own momentum to swing the boy’s powerful frame round; spinning him until he crashed backwards into the gym wall where he stuck for a moment like a human cross. His head banged against the wall with a thud.

Dazed and disorientated by the svelte young girl’s skillful maneuver, Dick was momentarily helpless, and Anne took full advantage. She slammed the heel of her hand into the boy’s jaw, knocking his head back to crack against the wall again with a force that made his senses reel. Then, pinning him by the throat, the savage young girl drove her knee into the defenseless boy’s dangling balls. Again, she struck him as he began to slide down the wall, reaching for his blazing balls, mouth open in agony, paralyzed with pain.

For the second time that afternoon Dick hit the floor. But this time there was no way back. Even as he fell, his female tormentor wound her slender arms round his neck, using his head as a lever to turn his body over so that he fell on his back. Then she dropped onto his broad chest, held him by the hair with one hand and began punching him in the face with the other.

Jenny watched with a mixture of disbelief and excitement as her slim, frail looking young classmate laced into the muscular young male she’d deferred to during the years she’d had to live with him. Now a girl was beating him up unmercifully before her eyes!

The other girls were frantic with excitement as Anne’s fist smashed into the boy’s handsome face. They cheered each punch as the girl gave the hunky young man a dreadful beating. Blood flew as she broke his nose. His cries were momentarily halted as a tiny female fist smashed into his mouth, splitting a lip, loosening teeth. His eyes began to close as Anne smashed them with her fist.

Dick was crying with shame and pain. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, that a young girl was beating him up. He had to stop her from punching him.

Carried away by her success, Anne didn’t feel threatened until it was too late. She felt the boy’s strong arms lock around her waist and press her into his body. Now she couldn’t hit him. She was too close!

Cursing her stupidity for letting him do this to her, Anne realized that she couldn’t wriggle clear while the boy had her in such a powerful hold. But there was another way.

She stuck her forefingers into the boy’s ears and pushed. Dick reacted automatically. Howling with pain, he let go of her waist and reached up to save his ears. And as soon as he released her body, the lithe young girl sprang free.

Anne was up on her feet in an instant. She was impressed by the strength of Dick’s muscular, male arms, and determined to disable at least one of them.

The boy was trying to rise. The spectators were screaming in alarm as they saw the comparatively huge form of the male fighter start to get up, but Anne was unperturbed.

He was on one knee when the girl attacked again. She danced forward and smashed her instep across the young male’s exposed throat with a devastating kick which threw his powerful body back against the wall. Desperately he tried to half slide, half slither away from danger, but the girl was relentless. She feinted another kick. Then, as the stricken boy raised his arm to defend himself, the lightning fast tomboy seized his wrist, twisted it with all her strength so that his arm locked from the shoulder, then spun round and dropped on the boy’s muscular limb.

Dick cried out with pain as the girl’s weight tore at tendons and muscles, sending fire racing up his arm, making it useless. Then her fist smashed into his face once more and his torment began again. Desperately, the mighty male tried to fend off the female fury with his one good arm, but it wasn’t enough. She had him in a side head lock with one slender arm, while she smashed punches into him with her free fist.

The boy simply crumpled under the girl’s assault, crying for her to stop, his massive frame floundering in the grip of the female fighter while she clinically pounded him to defeat.

When she tired of hitting him, Anne sprang to her feet, fists cocked, ready to pounce on her male foe if he showed any sign of resistance. But there was no need. Her last attack seemed to have knocked all the fight out of the boy.

He lay slumped against the wall, blood dripping from his face, nursing his arm, head lowered, tears of shames streaming down his face. The girl stood over him, legs apart, hands on hips, her small breasts thrusting aggressively against the fabric of her shirt. The other girls went quiet as they watched in awe, wondering what their classmate was going to do next to the battered boy who was slumped at her feet.

“Get up!” Anne ordered the boy. She cocked her fist as he made no move to obey. “Now!” she barked. Dick shuddered with fear as he looked up at the girl through eyes which were clouded with blood and tears. As he took in the smooth, shapely legs, gentle curves and aggressive pose of the young girl, he experienced a stirring in his loins which was spreading despite the pain the girl had inflicted on him. His cock began to bulge. He was getting an erection, and he had to stand up!

Jenny watched with mounting excitement as she saw the torment on her step-brother’s face. Was he going to obey the girl or fight on? Slowly, the large, muscular boy pulled himself to his feet. His will power was gone. All the fight had been knocked out of him by the demure young tomboy. The girl had won!

A buzz of chatter broke out among the girls as they realized what had happened. Their slender little classmate had just beaten up a much larger, well muscled, older boy and had him at her mercy! Anne was inwardly elated at the ease of her conquest. Once again she’d proved that a girl who knew how to fight could beat a boy who relied merely on his strength.

And he had a hard-on! Anne’s eyes lit up when she saw the tell-tale bulge stretching from his crotch to his hip. This had happened once before when she’d beaten up an older boy. She knew she could have some fun with this handsome hunk.

“Take off your shorts!” she ordered.

Dick’s mouth dropped open in shock. Surely she couldn’t make him…. She reached forward, took hold of one ear lobe and pulled the boy’s head down, cocking her tiny female fist in front of his blood streaked face. “Just do it!” she threatened.

Scarlet with embarrassment, the young man obeyed the girl’s command. While the girls gasped with amazement, he stepped out of his shorts. As he bought himself back up to his full height, the girls could see the outline of his thick, hard dick in his skimpy white workout briefs. He was so soaked with sweat that his briefs were almost transparent.

“Those, too!” Anne ordered.

Dick whimpered. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down his massive thighs, down to his ankles and stepped out of them altogether.

The boy stood there dejectedly in front of the girls. His thick cock stood out from his body, rapidly growing to full size with pulsating masculinity.

Jenny put her hand over her mouth as she stared at the sight. She’d never seen a naked young man in the flesh before, only in pictures. And no picture could capture the exuberance of a muscular hunk’s throbbing erection! She, and the other girls, stared in wonder.

Anne stepped up to Dick and wrapped her tiny fingers round the shaft of the boy’s cock, making him tense his thigh muscles and drop his head back in sexual anticipation.

“This is a boy’s weakness,” she told the girls. “Get a boy in the balls and he’ll go down, however big and strong he is. Get hold of his balls and you can make him do anything you like.”

“Kneel,” she said. She cupped the boy’s balls and pulled steadily downwards as Dick had no choice but to sink down with her, grimacing with pain, terrified the girl was going to hurt him really badly. “And up!” Anne hoisted him by the balls until she made him stand up again. “See,” she told the girls, “he’s helpless. I can give him pain…” She tightened her grasp until the boy groaned in agony. “Or pleasure.”

She moved behind him. One of her hands fastened around the shaft of the trembling boy’s cock, the other caressed his muscular buttcheeks, then slipped between his thick thighs until she reached his balls, her fingers caressing the sensitive area behind his tautened testicles, making him strain to get his cock even larger, forcing ecstatic gasps from his swollen lips.

Jenny was fascinated watching the powerful young male being totally subjugated by the smaller, slender girl. She wanted to feel sorry for her step-brother. First he’d been beaten up by a girl. Then she’d made him strip naked, and now she was humiliating him sexually in front of her and the other girls. She wanted to feel sorry for him, but she couldn’t. All she could feel was elation at the sight of a well-developed boy bully being thoroughly shamed by a chit of a girl.

“Now I’m going to milk him!” announced Anne. Her hand pumped up and down the boy’s cock, first slowly, then faster. Dick’s dick leaked sticky pre-come which she smeared all over the shaft to lube it up. His whole body stretched and tensed, the big, hard muscles of his beautiful male body flexing in sexual ecstasy. His erection seemed to only get bigger and harder with Anne’s skillful manipulations.

His breathing sped up, his muscular thighs began to quiver and then his whole body jerked uncontrollably as great globules of male milk spurted from him as he spasmed in great, shuddering convulsions.

The girls clapped with glee as they watched the subjugated male being sexually degraded by a little girl. Then they voiced their approval as Anne made her tamed victim clean up his mess with his own shorts.

“Always finish them off,” said Anne. The girls watched as she made the boy get on his hands and knees. Then she forced him to put his forehead on the floor between his arms so that his buttocks stuck up in the air behind him.

“Get your legs apart,” ordered the sadistic young girl. The boy complied, his body heaving with sobs as he waited terrified for what he knew was going to be a painful climax. His swollen balls drooped between his quivering, muscular thighs.

Carefully Anne lined him up. Then, with a wild female yell, she drove her foot into the boy’s dangling balls.

Dick screeched once, then doubled up on the floor, clutching his balls, crying in agony, begging the girl to stop hurting him.

“There,” smiled Anne, rubbing her hands in satisfaction. “You shouldn’t have any trouble with him anymore, Jenny! And if you do, then you saw how easy it is to beat him up. You know you can do it! You’re a girl! And girls rule!”

Contemptuously, the nubile young female placed her foot on the stricken young man’s neck and raised her arms in triumph, while the other girls squealed their approval of the destruction of the unfortunate male.

Anne gathered up his shorts and briefs and tossed them in the trash.

“He won’t be needing those for a while,” she said as she surveyed the other girls. “Give him a bit of time. He’s in pain now, but you saw how he is. He’s just like every other boy his age. All testosterone. He’ll have another boner in no time. Maybe we can all take turns milking him. It’ll be good practice for everyone.”

And for the rest of the afternoon, they did just that: taking advantage of the young man’s insatiable hormonal urges, turning the muscular young male into their sex slave. They kept jerking him off and then waiting for him to recover. Some knelt between his powerful thighs, some made him get on all fours and jerk his dick as if milking a cow, some made him kneel and bent his body back painfully just to make sure he didn’t fully enjoy it.

Any attempt on his part to protest or stop was met with a quick slap to the balls. And during the moments when they let his dick rest, one of the girls would sit on his face and make him eat her out until she came all over him.

And by evening, the handsome hunk was completely spent, his dick practically raw, his face covered in the dried juices of his female conquerors, his spirit fully broken.

And the girls started plotting which other boys they wanted to practice on as soon as possible.

Attack On Testicles

Attack On Testicles

By SoleMann

*

Intro

After months of getting poked and prodded by Hange, here I sit in the grand hall as Hange approaches the royal council with her findings.

“Greetings Queen Historia and royal council members,” Hange says more formal than her usual self. “Today I’ve come to announce that we’ve finally come up with a way to gain the advantage over our enemies. By comparing Eren Yeager’s blood to that of the titans and average citizens, I’ve come up with a serum to prevent our enemies from transforming into sentient Titans.”

The sounds of shock and awe, along with murmurs of disbelief fill the hall.

“Everyone settle down!” Queen Historia proclaims. “Let’s hear her out before we jump to any conclusions.”

“Hange, you have the room. Please continue.”

“Thank you Queen Historia,” Hange replies graciously, and then continues with her announcement. “This serum will not permanently remove their Titan abilities, but will give us up to a 24 hour widow to capture and interrogate them before we decide their fate.”

No sooner does Hange finish her opening statement, when various council members start shouting out their concerns.

“How can you be sure the serum even works?”

“We’ve already done some preliminary tests on Eren, and he was unable to change into his Titan form,” Hange replies.

“Does it remove their excelled healing abilities?”

“Based on our test so far, it does not interfere with their regenerative properties, so even if drastic measures are taken in their capture, we shouldn’t have to worry about losing one before we have a chance to get them back to base to interrogate them.” She states.

She is then hit with a barrage of questions from the council before she even has a chance to reply them.

“What if we need to hold them longer than a day? Will successive doses work? If so, for how long?”

“We’ve heard that one can hold off its transformation for awhile. How do we know if the serum really works, or if Eren was just holding off his transformation? Whether that be intentionally, or subconsciously?”

“With that in mind, I hear that if one is too severely injured or in Titan mode for too long, they can’t transform anyways. Have you accounted for that in your tests?”

“Gentlemen, gentleman, give her a chance to address your questions one at a time please.” Queen Historia shouts over the concerned council, trying to get a handle on the situation before motioning for Hange to continue.

“Esteemed council members, I understand your concerns. If things were to go south when using the serum in real life applications, the situation could quickly get out of hand causing numerous casualties. That is part of the reason why I requested a meeting with you all today. I would like permission from the council to take Eren and a few trusted Survey Corps members to an undisclosed location outside the walls where we could safely do more in-depth tests of the serum on Eren.”

“How long do you think you might need to do this extended study?”

“I believe at least a week would be required to properly test the serums sustainability, along with any resistance the subject might have to the serum or the tests.”

“And just how will you be able to definitively prove that it really stops him from transforming?”

“Rest assured councilman, we have devised a way to affect minimal damage while causing maximum pain, so as to be sure the test subject isn’t holding back.” Hange states matter-of-factly.

Wait, hold on. That test subject she just coldly referred to is me. Hange had mentioned leaving the walls to do an extended test of the serum, but I don’t recall her ever mentioning anything about excessive pain tests.

Queen Historia looks to the council, who all nod unanimously. “It’s settled then. You have the council’s approval to go outside the walls for extended testing of your Anti-Titan serum.”

Before I have a chance to voice my concerns about these tests, Hange turns towards me and nods her head. Then the next thing I know, I feel a needle being stuck into my neck and my eyelids start to feel heavy.

“We couldn’t have you backing out on us at this stage of the game, so I mixed a little sedative in with your Anti-Titan shot. By the time you wake up, we should already be at the test site.” Hange whispers in my ear.

(Some time later…)

What happened? Where am I? The last thing I remember was being in the grand hall in front of the council. Why am I now lying on this cold stone floor?

As I go to rub my eyes to clear my head and get a better view of my surrounding, I notice that my wrists are in metal cuffs and chains. As I start to regain my sense, I discover I’m in what seems to be a brick cell and that my ankles are in chains as well.

“WFT is going on here?”

“I see you’re finally awake.” I hear a chair slide across the floor and then footsteps coming up behind me. It’s not long before Hange comes into view.

“You’re probably still a little groggy from the sedative. Sorry about that, but like I said, we couldn’t risk having you backing out at the last minute, or worse you voicing your concerns about what these test are going to consist of. The councils is made up of a bunch of pompous male fools who wouldn’t understand what it takes to keep our country safe from the Titans. Luckily, Queen Historia use to be one of us grunts and knows all too well what goes on in the field. So she uses her influence to manipulate the council into what needs to be done.”

“So what exactly do these tests consist of?” I ask hesitantly.

“I’m glad you asked, although you might not be,” she chuckles.

“We’ve already established that pain is the catalyst that triggers your change into a sentient Titan. Yet as you know from your own experience, if your body has been excessively damaged, despite how much pain you’re in, you can’t transform until you’ve regenerated those areas. We also know that one can willfully hold back ones transformation. So in order to be sure the serum works without a shadow of a doubt, the trick is to cause such excruciating pain that the subject has no choice but to transform in order to escape from it, yet not to cause much damage that it prevents one from being able to transform.”

Hange reaches up to adjust her glasses to let that last statement sink in.

“Lucky for us, all males have such an option naturally build into them.” Her eyes now focus down to my groin area.

As my eyes follow hers, I now realize something I hadn’t really noticed until now, my Survey Corps uniform had been removed and I’m lying here in just my underpants.

“Now in order to make these tests are varied as possible, I’ve enlisted a few of your female companions from the Survey Corps troop to assist me. And now that you’re awake, no time like the present to get started.”

Hange then waves her hand motioning for someone to join us in the room. As the door opens, in walks…

“Mikasa?”

*

Chapter 1

Seeing Mikasa walk into the room was quite the shock. It also felt a bit awkward to be sitting here on the cold hard floor in only my underpants, while the two towered above me in full dress uniform. But that didn’t matter right now, since I was sure my lifelong friend was here to save me.

“Thank god you’re here Mikasa, do you have any idea what kinds of so called test Hange wants to perform on me?”

“Well of course I do. Why else would do you think I would be here.”

“Wait, what?”

“You see Eren, some of your actions over the years have made you not as popular with your female comrades as you might think.” Hange replies, giving a nod over to Mikasa.

Mikasa then takes a few steps over to some type of handle on the wall and starts to crank it. As she does, the slack starts to lessen on the chains attached to my wrists pulling me up off the floor. It’s not long until I’m lifted into full standing position with my arms pulled tightly above my head. The chains on my ankles keep my feet attached to the floor and spread out about shoulders length apart.

“As you can see, we’ve been preparing for this for awhile now, and have spared no expense to insure your comfort for our little tests.”

They both laugh at Hange’s little joke at my expense.

“Now this is how things are going to go for the next week or so,” Hange starts. “Every day at the same time I’ll be joined by one or more of your female comrades, and we’ll administer the Ant-Titan shot to you. Then I’ll leave the room to give you two a little privacy, and just observe the testing from behind that one way mirror over there.”

Hange then motions her hand to the wall off to the side of the room.

“She’ll then be free to attack your testicles in whatever way she can come up with for no less than an hour, and may continue to do so until she tires or the test is no longer causing you a sufficient amount of testicular pain.”

Wait, what the heck does she expect these girls to do to me that they’ll be too warn out to continue, or that would cause the pain to subside… OMG, she couldn’t mean?

“At this point she’ll leave the room, and I’ll come back in to check out your vitals and over all condition. You’ll then be lowered to ground, given some food, and pretty much left by yourself to recover and rest up until the process starts all over again the next day.”

She then turns to head out the door.

“Oh, and one last thing, don’t be concerned if the formula happens to fail and you feel yourself starting to transform. We’ve reinforced the walls in the observation room to withstand anything, plus anyone in the room with you should have ample time to get inside there before your transformation wreaks havoc on the rest of the building.”

As she starts to leave Hange places her hand on Mikasa’s shoulder, “Alright you’ve already been briefed on what needs to be done, I’ll just leave our little test subject in your strong capable hands.”

Hange then disappears out the door closing it behind her, and I’m left all alone with Mikasa in this cold dreary grey brick room. Hanging here in front of her in nothing by my underwear while she stands there fully dressed is quite an uncomfortable feeling, so much so I can’t even look her in the eye.

Suddenly I feel immense pressure in my balls as Mikasa’s hand snaps forward to grab them in her fist. In shock and despite the awkward circumstance we meet eyes.

She just smiles, “Hange did say she’s leaving you in my strong cable hands,” and continues to increase pressure.

“Why, Mikasa? Why?” I squeak out in a high pitch voice. “We’ve know each other since we were little. My family even took you in after your folks were killed. You’re almost like a sister to me, how could you do this?”

“That’s exactly why I can do this to you,” she exclaims with fire in her eyes. “I’ve had feelings for you for years now, so much so that others in our group have noticed it and even tease me about it. Yet you’re oblivious to my advances and keep me friend zoned.” She then wraps her one hand around the other, now using both hands to crush my nuts. With brute force like this, I can see why she’s always been one of the top cadets in the corp.

“So I’ve decided what better way to take out all my anger and pent up frustration then on your balls. And the best part is it’s all done under the guise of protecting our society from other sentient titans like you.”

Eventually she releases her death grip on my sack, and takes one ball in each hand. At first she squeezes them in unison, and then she starts alternation her grip back and forth from one hand to the other. Once this pulsating action seems to no longer be as effective, she places a ball between each of her thumbs and two fingers and starts to squeeze them.

This new pain is so intense that my eyes start to water. This reaction seems to be exactly what she was looking for, and she continues to increases the pressure, while simultaneously rolling each ball around between her thumbs and fingers. And I’m now begging her to stop her assault on my testicles.

“Please, Mikasa give me a break. I’m begging you.” I plead with her.

“I guess, since you asked so nicely, I can give you chance to catch your breath.” She then gives each nut one last pinch before releasing them. “Besides, that doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, so onto the next test.”

I barely get two full breaths out before she crouches down on one knee, and draws her right fist behind her back. In a flash she quickly stands back up, swinging her fist forward and slamming it full force into my balls. Before I have a chance to react, she lunges back down on her other leg, then uses her left fist to launch another upper cut into my unprotected nuts. She then continues to alternate driving her fists into me one after the other.

With arm strength like this it’s no wonder she’s able to slice thru a Titans nape with so much ease.

I want so badly to close my legs to protect myself from her powerful blows, but with my arms and legs chained spread eagle, I have to choice but to take whatever she dishes out. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I see a bead of sweat form on her forehead and she stops her barrage of punches to my privates.

At last, Hange mentioned they should go until they’re tired out, and I just might have caught a break.

“Wow! That made for great workout.” She says as she rubs her arms. “But my legs seem a bit tight from all those lunges, so I better do some leg stretches to loosen them up at little before we go any further.”

She then faces away from me and takes a step forward. “I think a few donkey kicks should do the trick.”

Mikasa then swings her leg out in front of her, only to bring it back behind her causing the hard heel of her boot to crash into my already abused testicles.

“Well, there’s not much force in that, but I’m sure you could use a cool down as well.”

Maybe it doesn’t seem like much force to her, but after the number she’s done on me already, the pain is still quite intense.

“Now let’s see, how about three reps of ten for each leg?”

What the heck, has she turned her daily workout routine into some perverse way to abuse my nuts?

Mikasa then swings her right leg back and forth like a pendulum, driving her boot heel into my nuts on every back swing. She repeats the same process with her left leg, before taking a minute break then doing two more reps with each leg.

“Now for the grand finally and the real fun to begin,” she says as she turns around to face me.

“What do think another three reps of ten for each leg?”

I just hang there a sweaty aching mess, no longer able to fully stand, and too worn out to even speak. I feel like I’ve been put through the wringer already, yet she wants to do more to me?

“What? No thoughts on your end? Not that I actually cared it was more of a rhetorical question.”

She then brings her left leg back and swings it forward full force. My groin explodes into pain as her booted foot slams into my balls. Over and over she hammers her boot into my balls with such force as to bring me back onto my feet.

Finally her count reaches ten and she goes to switch legs. By this time tears are already streaming down my face and my groin feels like it’s on fire.

“Wow, you look like you’re in pretty bad shape, and that was only my left leg. Wonder how are you going to handle my more powerful right one?”

Mikasa then draws her right foot back and swings it forward, “And One.”

OMG, she wasn’t kidding, the force of her right leg lifts me to my feet on the first swing. By her fifth swing she’s actually lifting my feet off the floor. She then fires off the next two kicks in swift succession. The second shot hitting its target before my feet even have the chance to touch the floor again.

POP! My ball explodes under the intense force, and an unbelievable gut wrenching pain forms in the pit of my stomach.

Our eyes lock as the sound echoes throughout the room. Both wondering if this will be the moment my pain threshold is maxed out overcoming the serum, and triggering my natural response to transform and alleviate the unbearable pain in my shattered nut. But no such luck for me, instead I just start dry heaving.

“It’s a good thing Hange thought ahead and decided not to have you fed until after the tests. What a mess that would have been to clean up later.” Mikasa chuckles at my expense.

“Now where were we?”

And before I have even the slightest chance to recoup, she cocks her leg back and swings it forward bringing fresh waves of pain into what’s left on my manhood.

“Eight… Nine… Ten!”

She then reaches down and grabs my sack, rolling her fingers around.

“Yep, definitely shattered one of them, I guess I don’t know my own strength,” she laughs.

“Since I don’t want a repeat of that before I have a chance to finish off my reps, it might be best if I remove my boots first. That way, not only won’t I be ramming my hard boot into it, but I can also get a better sense of how much force I’m using.”

Mikasa then looks around the room, and seeing the chair Hange was sitting in earlier, drags it over in front of me. She takes a seat and the slowly removes both of her knee-high boots.

“Hmm… socks or no socks?”

My head just bobbles around a little in my groggy state, not really registering what she saying.

“I said…” shoving her socked foot in my face, “sock or no socks?”

The stench from her sweaty socked foot fills my senses and snaps me wide awake. I now twist and turn my head as much as I can to avoid the foul smell coming from her foot.

“That’s more like it, there’s still a little life left in you after all.” She chuckles.

She then places booth her feet by my groin and start poking and prodding my sack with her toes.

“Socks seem good enough.”

She then removes her feet from my crotch, stands up and shoves the chair across the floor and out of the way.

“Now back to business before I lose my momentum.”

Mikasa continues her reps by driving foot after foot into my sack. Not only causing me more pain in my already batter ball, but turning what is left of my popped nut to mush. At this point all I can do is hang there and take it as my body gets jolted around by the force of her kicks.

“One last rep with my right leg and we’re done, so let’s make it count.”

She now goes back to full force with her right leg, once again lifting my feet off the floor with each swing of her powerful legs. Kick after kick the top of her socked foot makes contacted with my sack. Despite my only having one ball left, her aim attacking that ball is as accurate as when she’s attacking a Titan, and she hits it with every shot. Suddenly she changes her foots angle, and the big toe of her right foot drives my unprotected ball directly into my pelvic bone.

POP! Echoes throughout the room again.

I wail in excruciating pain as she continues to grind her big toe into what’s left of my exploded nut. She then follows up with two no holds barred full force kicks to my sack that lift me to the limits of the chains around my ankles, pulping anything that might be left of my balls.

I now just hang there, convulsing in agony, while out of the corner of my eye I can see Mikasa doing a little victory dance. As the intense pain washes over me, I start to thankfully lose consciousness. Just as the darkness starts to fill in around me, I’m shocked back life by the foulest stench. Mikasa has picked her boot up off the floor and shoved my face into it.

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” she cruelly laughs.

I struggle wildly as my senses are now being assaulted by years’ worth of wear and built up sweat in her old boots. Finally, she removes it from my face and I gasp to get in some fresh air. Meanwhile, she causally sits back down on the chair and starts putting her boots back on.

“That’s better, can’t have all my hard work go to waste by you passing out on me, now can I.”

Mikasa then gets up off the chair and signals to Hange that she can rejoin us in the room.

“He’s all yours now,” she says giving what’s left of my pulverized testicles one last squeeze, to check her handy work before leaving the room.

*

Chapter 2

Now that Mikasa has gone, I’m once again left alone in the room with Hange. My wrists are sore from being hung by my arms for the last who knows how long, but it’s nothing compared to the searing pain from Mikasa pulverizing my balls with her kicks.

Hange casually strolls over to me and places her notebook on the chair. She then removes a thermometer from her pocket and shoves it in my mouth. She pulls out a stethoscope and starts checking my vitals.

“Your pulse and heart rate seem a bit elevated, but that’s to be expected after what you’ve just been through.”

Pulling the thermometer from my mouth, “What’s odd is you don’t have the elevated temperature that usually occurs when your healing kicks in. Nor the steaming emanating from the damaged area as it heals.”

“I think this requires a closer look at the affected area,” she says as she grabs a hold of my waistband, and tears my thin undershorts from my body. The force from this shakes my whole body causing a shockwave of pain in my privates.

“By the face you just made, I can assume you’re still feeling quite a bit of pain down there.” Now poking and prodding my loose sack with her pen.

“This just won’t do. If one of the side effects of the serum is that it negates your regeneration abilities, then we’ll have to be more careful when trying to capture a sentient Titan. Not to mention it limits what interrogation options we can use on them.”

Hange starts pacing back and forth across the room, while I just hang there with an throbbing pain in what use to be my balls.

“This doesn’t make sense, in all the preliminary tests you were still able to heal yourself. Maybe it’s due to getting two shots in succession,” she queries while adjusting her glasses. “If that’s the case, then we’d only have 24 hours to capture one and return it to base for interrogation. That wouldn’t be…”

Suddenly steams starts emanating from my groin, and within a few seconds the pain starts to subside.

“YES!” Hange shouts jumping around the room in the usual overexcited way she gets when one of her plans work.

“I was worried there for a second.” She says with a sigh of relief. “It looks like there’s just a bit of a time delay with multiple shots, but we can work with that.”

“You also seem to be more at ease now.” She notices. “It’s almost as if along with healing, the steam is a natural anesthetic. This would explain why when severely injured your kind don’t flail around on the ground while you’re regenerating.”

Hange then picks her notebook up off the chair, but before sitting down she decides to drag over a stool and place it right in front of me, to rest her booted feet on. As she makes herself comfortable, her filthy worn boots are now mere inches from my mangled sack. A chill goes down my spine at just the thought of what Mikasa’s boots had done to me minutes ago.

“Now that we’re back on track, from what I observed earlier, Mikasa worked you over rather well, but I still might have a few follow up questions to ask you while I fill out my formal report.” She then joking flexes her ankle back and snaps it forward catching my loose sack.

My whole body tenses as a natural reflex after what I endured at Mikasa’s feet. Then I recall what Hange just mentioned about my pain receptors being turned off while I’m healing. When suddenly the steam stops, and the searing pain is once again back.

“Well that was unexpected,” Hange states matter-of-factly seeing the anguished look on my face.

A few seconds go by, the steams resumes, and the pain once again subsides. Hange gets a curios look on her face, and then taps her booted sole into my sack. Once again the steam stops, the pain is back for a few seconds and then the steam resumes. She taps me a third time, but now continues pressing her booted sole into me. As before, the steam stops, and the pain resumes, only this time it doesn’t stop after a few seconds. She gets another inquisitive look on her face and starts to grind the toe of her boot into my sensitive ballsack.

“Interesting, it appears that as long as there is still trauma being caused to the damaged area, it is unable to heal itself. That would explain why when Mikasa broke your one ball, it didn’t start to regenerate right away. And here I thought it was just due to an overall delay in the healing process. This could be very useful in our integration tactics later. I’ll be sure to keep better track of these things next time.”

Next time? OMG, I almost forgot this was only day one of my week of testing. How am I ever going to make it thru a whole week of this?

“Oops, I can’t image the pain this must be causing you right now,” and she slowly removes her foot from my groin, so once again the steam can resume and I can get some relief.

“How inconsiderate of me, here I am sitting down relaxing while you’re still half standing, hanging from those chains.” She then gets up, walks over to the handle on the wall and starts to crank it. My body begins to slowly descend until my knees are just touching the floor and she stops.

“That should do,” she says as she walks back and takes a seat in her chair scotching it a little closer to me. “But you know what, my feet get rather sore in these boots and I could use something a little softer to rest them on than this hard wooden stool.” She then leans forward, lifts my damaged semi-healed balls, slides the stool up close to me, and sets my balls back down on top of it.

No, she couldn’t be. But before I even had chance to fully think her plan through, she leans back, and lifts her feet. She then places a booted heel on each of my mangled balls, preventing their healing process. Instantly the steam stops and gut wrenching pain returns.

“So I figure why not kill two birds with one stone. I can rest my feet on your now semi-soft balls, while at the same time testing out my new discovery.”

She picks up her note book and resumes writing in it, while muttering to herself. “Second dose seems to cause delay in regenerative process. Steam emanating from the area seems to have an anesthetic effect on the affected area. Continued trauma or pressure to the damaged region will halt the healing process until an as of yet undetermined amount of time. As a result, the steam ceases along with the anesthetic properties is has.”

Hange then starts grinding her heals into my nuts, causing fresh waves of pain.

“Is that correct? Your pain receptors are no longer being blocked?”

“Yes!” I blurt out.

“For the record, yes what?” she asks putting more weight on her heels.

“Yes, I can feel pain down there again.” I say with a quiver in my voice.

“And would you say it’s equal to when Mikasa was squeezing your balls, kicking your balls, or when she pooped them?” she asks inquisitively. The slight delay in my reply causing her to bear down more on her heals again.

“Squeezing… when she was squeezing them with both hands,” I blurt out.

“Okay, and how about now?” She then lifts her right foot above my left ball about six inches, before casually letting her hard booted heel drop down on it. She does the same with her left foot on my right nut, and then continues with an alternating barrage of heel drops on my severely damaged balls.

“OMG! It almost feels as if she’s still in the room kicking my balls again.” I start wailing out with tears flowing down my face. “PLEASE stop, I beg you.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop, if only to shut your whiney ass up already.”

She then ceases her assault on my nuts and brings both heels to rest on top of them. The pain is still excruciating, but not as bad as when her heels were just slamming into them.

“Well, I believe that should be all the questions I have for you right now. You can just rest there for a little bit while I finish filling in all the details for my official report.” She then returns to writing in her notebook, without releasing my balls from under her booted heels.

Relax? How can anyone relax when they’re on their knees, while still hanging with their arms above their head? The least she could do is remove her cruel boots from my balls, so the pain would dissipate and they could start healing. But no, instead she slouches down to get more comfortable, burying her head in her book so far that I can barely even see her face now.

As time passes, the mere weight of her heels bearing down into by balls becomes more and more unbearable. I glance around the room to try and find anything to take my mind off the constant unrelenting pain in my balls. But as I look around, all I can see are four drab grey walls, one of which has the door and her desk with the one way mirror behind it. What is taking her so long to fill out this report, just finish it already.

Just when I feel my sanity starting to slip away from this never-ending gut wrenching pain in my groin, I’m brought back from the brink by a knock on the door. Hange seems to get startled dropping her pen to floor.

“Come in.” she slurs in almost a groggy sounding voice.

Suddenly Historia pops her head into the room. Sure as the queen, she’s had quite a few people bend the knee to her. But what a site I must be, kneeling down naked in front of Hange, while she rests her booted feet on my exposed balls. Of all people why her? Like almost all the men in our division, I’ve had crush on her since she first joined the corp.

“You’ve been in here for quite awhile, is everything okay?” She asks.

Hange removes her glasses from her face, rubs her eyes and stretches out driving her hard heels deeper into my groin. I wince as her simple motion causes me even more excruciating pain.

“Oh, sorry to have worried you, I guess I must have dozed off for a bit while filling out these boring forms.”

“Well, it’s been over an hour since Mikasa told us she was finished with him, and Sasha was wondering when you wanted her to bring him some food.”

What the hell? I’ve been on my knees suffering with her hard boots heels crushing my nuts for over an hour now waiting for her to finish her report, and this whole time she’s been just napping?

Hange sits up straight in her chair and places her booted feet back on the floor finally releasing my balls from an hours’ worth of agonizing pain. As she does this steam starts to emanate from my busted balls.

“What’s up with that?” Historia ask with a quizzical look on her face. “It’s been over an hour shouldn’t he have healed up by now, or did just the mere weight of your boots cause enough damage for him to have to heal from?”

“Actually, you’ll never guess what I discovered.” Hange says with a glint in her eyes. “Turns out as long as there is sufficient continuous damage to the area, it won’t start to heal and he can still feel pain there.”

“So this whole time you were resting, he could feel the weight of your feet on his balls?”

“Even better, not just the weight he might normally feel from the pressure of my heels on his balls, but the intense pain from his balls not having recovered after being pulverized by Mikasa’s kicks.”

“Watch this.” Hange says, as she leans forward. “You see how his sack is still looks soft and mushy, and you can’t see any shape from his orbs.”

She then places her index finger on my sack and presses down until the steam stops. Suddenly the excruciating pain from when Mikasa shatter my last nut returns and I squirm as best I can to try and get away from her.

“With just enough pressure, I can stop the healing process, which in turns stops the anesthetic effect it has on the area as well.” Hange says while still trapping my ball under her one finger. “And as you can see by the distorted look on his face and writhing about, that the simple pressure I can exert with just one finger is now causing the same sensation as just being busted.”

“Wait, so this whole time you were just casually napping with your heels resting on his balls, he was forced to endure the sensation of his balls being freshly ruptured? Damn girl, that’s cold!”

“All in the name of science,” Hange chuckles.

She gets up from her chair, releasing my ball in the process. Within a few seconds, the steam starts and my pain subsides.

“Let’s go tell Sasha she can get his food ready now. He should feel up to eating by the time she has it done.”

Chess Club

Chess Club

By w1n5t0ns

*

It was that time of year again, snow fell in thick drifts outside the window and the skeletal trees swayed with the howling winds but inside the hotel the fireplace was warm and a few rounds of Sake had the trio feeling nice and cozy!

As there were only three members in their campus chess club, Cindy, Melody and Daniel at least didn’t have to pick and choose who got to attend the tournament in Hokkaido this year and had all been looking forward to the trip despite the cold weather.

Cindy, a poofy bluebird with warm feathers, and Daniel, a fluffy tabby cat had never really been too bothered by cold weather. There cold blooded lizard companion Melody however had needed some convincing to agree to the group trip but that was nothing a few pictures of some of Hokkaido’s Onsen’s couldn’t fix.

“Come on, one more round! We’ll go to the hot spring soon! I promise!” Cindy giggled, taking another gulp of her sake and pouring more for everyone.

“Augh you cant just show me all these awesome pictures and then keep delaying! I want those hot springs noooow!” Melody protested, letting out a huff as her cup was refilled.

“Don't worry, plenty of time for drinking and bathing.” Daniel chimed in happily as he took another sip of the sake, Curling his tail around himself as he drank and snuggling deeper into his chair.

As is so often the case one round turned into a few and the group found themselves on the far side of tipsy by the time they left the parlour behind for the bathhouse.

Cindy and Melody were the first out of the changing rooms, wrapped up in towels as they explored the Onsen.

“Oh wow! It really does look like the brochure!” Melody exclaimed, dipping her hand under the water. “So waaarm! Finally!”

“Mmhnmm….” Cindy agreed, looking around at the private bath house. “But Daniel’s going to be here soon… and he’s gonna see all the goods.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her towelled chest.

“Well….” Melody mused, wrinkling her nose as she thought. “I might have an idea that could solve the problem and make things a little more fun too…” The mischievous lizard girl said with a giggle, leaning over to whisper her idea quickly to Cindy who grinned and quickly nodded her approval.

By the time Daniel emerged from the changing room, towel around his waist a few minutes later. The girls had taken time to solidified their plan and gotten everything ready.

Melody was the first to speak up, both girls still wrapped in their towels. “So! We were talking and well, we didn’t want to just strip naked right off the bat! So we came up with an idea! Hopefully it works for all of us!” She said happily, moving over to take the felines hand and drag him closer to the water.

“We didn’t want you to get overexcited with two cute naked girls keeping you company in the Onsen, so here’s the compromise: You get to see us sans towels but we get to flatten your balls while you do!” She informed him, gesturing to a tray they had cleared of bathing supplies. You sit on the bench in the water, tray goes over those big plump balls of yours and then Cindy and I will take turns sitting on the tray to help control your naughty libido! Pluuus if you play along we’ll make it worth your while wont we?” Melody grinned.

“H-hey! You never mentioned that part!” Cindy huffed as the lizard girl got to the end of her explanation.

“So, what do you say? Want to make things a little more interesting?” Melody asked, lowering her towel just a little bit to expose the tops of her breasts to sweeten the offer.

Daniel looked back and forth between the two of them, cheeks reddening as he blushed. He hadn’t been quite sure how they would have handled the bathhouse on the trip but he certainly hadn’t expected this… still…perhaps it was the sake talking but it did sound like a fun idea…

“Fine, fine you’ve got a deal.” He agreed, nearly falling backwards into the hot springs as Melody did a happy little hop.

“Yay! See, I knew he’d say yes! Come on, lets get this party started!” Melody enthused practically yanking the towel off of the tabby cat to show off those juicy orbs and half hard cock. “Oooh cat’s packing heat!”

The feline blushed further as Melody got so handsy with him but soon he found himself sitting chest deep in the nice warm hot springs.

“S-so look, just because Melody agreed to do things doesn’t mean that I did… she didn’t mention that part of the plan…” Cindy explained, fidgeting as she dipped her feet in the water.

“Oooh fine, you don’t HAVE to play along if you don’t want too I'm sure I can handle things myself.” Melody huffed as she grabbed the tray, allowing her towel to fall away, exposing her curvy scaled body as she climbed into the hot springs too, planting the tray in the water with a splash as it sank down to rest on top of the felines juicy reproductive organs!

“I-I didn’t say that i wouldn’t i just… we should have discussed that before you just up and volunteered me!” the avian protested as she unwrapped her towel, joining the other two in the water. “O-ooh… but it is so nice and warm…”

The feline felt a little awkward staring like he was but those luscious breasts were too much to take his eyes off of! Only Cindy joining them in the water snapped him from his revery, seemed like the girls were wasting no time as he could already feel the tray resting between his legs, lightly holding his testicles between it and the bench.

“Now! Lets start off easy and work up huh? Wouldn’t want to scare Dani off would we?” Melody said excitedly as she reached out under the water, setting her palm down on top of the tray and starting to push down, gradually adding more force until the feline began to tense up. “See, this isn’t that bad.” She told him, smiling as he nodded in agreement. “Good boy!” The lizard girl reached out with her other hand, lightly teasing his cock with her finger now that it was fully hard.

“Gonna get a little rougher now so bare with me okay!” She told him, pressing down harder, compressing those plump orbs lightly now as she leaned forwards to add more weight. “Naughty balls need to be punished!”

Since Melody seemed to have things under control for the moment, Cindy busied herself with the actual bathing portion of their trip to the bathhouse washing up and preening her feathers while she watched the show.

Daniel however couldn’t really make up his mind yet on where the night had taken him! On the one hand he was getting to fool around with Melody… but on the other hand a dull ache was gradually forming in his stomach as she pressed on his anatomy! His cock twitched as Melody teased it, eager for more attention!

Melody was loving it for her part, watching his expression with fascination as she shifted the tray back and forth, squishing one orb then the other before adding more pressure to both!

“Okay! Time to quit fooling around, I’m going to get serious now, but since you’re being so well behaved…. lets see… How about you can play with my tits? Sound nice? I knew you’d like it!” She said, not bothering to wait for an answer as she placed both palms flat on the tray and leaned forwards, sighing with satisfaction as she felt the tray sink down, balls flattening beneath it. “Oooh ya, that’s the stuff!” She giggled, grinning happily.

The feline had been busy watching Cindy as she soaped up those plump breasts of hers, Melody had been saying something but he hadn’t been paying attention… Daniel did let out a yelp as she pushed down way harder though, making him bend over as his orbs were suddenly pressed much harder into the bench, setting off alarm bells in his head! At least he had soft pillows to cushion his landing as he ended up with his face buried in Melody’s bust.

“Oooh~ You certainly don’t waste any time!” She giggled happily as he planting his face in her cleavage. “Hands are fine too I don’t mind!” Melody poked her tongue out, focusing on keeping pressure even as she worked his balls over, letting him get used to it and calm down a bit before she started shifting the tray back and forth.

Having finished up her own bathing, Cindy came closer to the pair, watching with some curiosity. She’d agreed mostly because Melody had been so insistent but the lizard girl did seem to be enjoying herself and Dani was making some very cute expressions… Hesitantly, Cindy reached out and grasped the felines cock, slowly pumping her hand up and down as he let out a moan of appreciation. “So his balls are really under there?” She asked, tapping on the tray with her free hand.

“You bet! You want a turn?” Melody offered, glad to see her friend was taking an interest finally! She knew that bluebird couldn’t resist a little fun!

“Uh…hmm…maybe.. is that okay Dani?” She asked, giving a slight smile as the feline nodded. “Than sure I’ll try…” She agreed.

The feline let out a sigh of relief as Melody released her hold on the tray, his orbs finally getting a chance to reinflate! At least the warm water was soothing.

“Cool! He’s all yours! Just don’t go too crazy okay?” The lizard girl giggled, blowing him a kiss as she took her turn to wash up. “I still want to have way more fun with you!”

“Okay…so i just put my hand here and then…press down?” Cindy mused, setting her palm on top of the tray and gradually adding pressure until the feline was back to squirming in his seat. “Ooh!” She exclaimed happily, smiling as she watched his cute face, gradually adding more pressure until his balls were as flat as they had been a minute ago!

“You look super cute like that!” She exclaimed happily, pressing even harder until the feline let out a squawk of pain! “Guess the bird caught the cat this time huh?” Cindy giggled as she started rocking the tray back and forth on those juicy nuts.

“Seems like you’re coming around!” Melody giggled as she watched, soaping up her tits and climbing out of the bath, pouring a little water down Dani’s back and pressing her breasts against him like a sponge to help wash.

Cindy nodded happily. “Mmhnm! I want you to keep making those cute expressions for me so get ready!” She warned him, standing up and setting her knee down on the tray now, using one hand to fondle her breasts and the other to stroke his cock as she leaned forwards, shifting her weight more firmly onto those juicy nuggets as the tray sank even deeper, flattening his delicate jewels as it went! “Oooh yes!~ Just like that! Moan for me!” she instructed.

The feline gasped, shuddering as she shifted half her body weight onto his tender balls, compressing them further than he would have thought possible until a few minutes ago. “Ah! C-cindy!” He whined, clutching at the edges of the bench even as both girls were now giving him some intimate attention!

“Mmh! Yes say my name! Please!” She moaned happily, allowing her hand to drift from her breasts down over her tummy to start playing with her nethers!”

“Whoa~ Way to go Cindy! You show him girl!” Melody cheered as she set her knee down on the tray, giving Dani a kiss on the cheek for being a good sport, climbing back into the water and lightly bumping the bird girl with her hip. “I think its my turn though~” She chided, eventually persuading the bird girl to take a seat beside the feline.

“Aww, but I was just getting into things…”

“You can have another turn, I think two rounds each will be plenty hmm? Don’t want to overtax our poor volunteer here! We might scare him off a second round after we win the tournament! Now lets see how flat we can get these kitten makers!” Melody enthused, climbing up onto Dani’s lap and leaning back, letting her butt come to rest on the tray as she gradually eased backwards, or at least that was the plan until her soapy thighs slipped and she slammed her ass down onto his orbs, those plump spunk tanks rapidly flattening out as the feline clutched at her hips and whimpered.

“Whoops, got a little too rough there! Sorry hot stuff!” She apologized, keeping still for a few moments to let him adjust. “Good work handling it though! You’re really cut out for getting your balls scrambled!”

Daniel could only squeeze and tug on her rump, trying to support more of her weight as his orbs splayed out under the tray, being ground into the bench as he panted and squirmed, biting his lip and calming down slightly as she began stroking his neglected shaft again, helping to distract him a bit.

“Okay! Lets get going!” She giggled, starting to bounce lightly up and down in time with her stroking, matching the movements of her hand as she allowed his balls a moment of respite before her ass came back down to squash them, making waves in the bath with her movements! “How’s that? Want me to go slower? Or maybe faster?” She asked playfully, eventually deciding on faster since Dani didn’t seem too talkative!

“Mmh, okay Melody! You’ve had your turn again! Let me gooo!” Cindy urged as the lizard girl seemed to have started to tire herself out with all that bouncing. “I only got halfway on last time and you got to sit on him so I’m gonna make this one count!”

“Whoa~ Don’t get too carried away, wouldn’t want to hurt him!” Melody cautioned as the buxom bird stepped up to bat.

“Oooh he’ll be fine! I don’t weigh that much, I’ll even um… get rid of the tray to lighten things up…” She said with a shrug, not like she wanted to feel her feet pressed against those balls as they squished out or anything…

“Hmm…okay but you better give him something pretty nice when this is all over…” Melody murmured in reluctant approval, perhaps Cindy was getting too into it…or she’d had too much to drink…

“Yay! Thank you both!” Cindy cheered, clapping her hands a few times, perky breasts bouncing with the motion. The avian reached out and grabbed the tray, lifting it off of his swollen testicles before she climbed up on the bench, standing in front of him so he had a perfect view of her sex.

Standing on her toes on either side of his orbs she set one heel down on top of each of those juicy boy berries, gradually lowering her weight onto them. “O-ooh! This is way better without the tray! They feel so warm, even in the hotsprings!” She told Melody, who was looking on with a mixture of concern and envy as Cindy added more weight.

Daniel squirmed, blushing as his nose was filled with the scent of her arousal, his poor testicles were aching all over, radiating into his as Cindy shifted her weight, heels sinking into the middle of each orb, making a dent as his nutmeat rearranged itself to accommodate!

The bird girl was blatantly fingering herself now, only inches from his face and even Melody seemed inclined to join in, stroking Dani’s cock and playing with herself as she watched those heels sink closer to the bench, keeping a close eye both for her interest and Dani’s safety!

The closer Cindy got the slower she added weight, she tried to keep Melody’s concerns in mind but it just felt way too good! Rubbing her clit as she worked she poked her tongue out, focusing on keeping her balance as she went. So close! She was nearly there! Both weight wise and to her climax! At least she was until Melody tapped her on the leg to get her attention.

“I think that’s enough, I can see those big balls of his around the edges of your heel…” Melody said nervously.

“Ah…p-please… its…I’m almost there… all my weight… so close…” Cindy panted, still working herself over as she paused her movements. “Just a teeny bit more… watch my toes it’ll be so hot…”

The lizard girl chewed her lip as she considered it. “F-fine… better be just a tiny bit more… Hang in there Dani! Almost though.” She told her friend, swayed by Cindy’s comment as she glanced over at the avian’s toes. Also making sure to give Dani some extra attention to the tip of his cock.

“Here it comes…” Cindy exclaimed, chest rising and falling as she panted with excitement, leaning all the way back as her toes came off the bench. The feline groaned and whimpered under her as she made a show of wiggling her toes, sharp talons tapping the trapped bubbles of nutmeat as she did so. “Th-that’s it! I’m totally standing on theeeem!” She gasped, shivering and moaning as she climaxed.

Crushed flat by the buxom bird, the poor feline was overloaded with sensations, Melody’s stroking and Cindy’s crushing! He gasped and moaned as he came, firing thick ropes of cream and making a cloud in the water as all that rich cum was squeezed out of his spunk tanks!

Melody did have to admit that was a really hot show! Certainly one to think back on during lonely nights! She worked herself over too, gasping as she was pushed over the edge! Both girls rode out their climaxes before Melody stood up, grabbing Cindy around the waist and hauling her off. “Okay okay! Enough, time to get off before you break something!” She huffed as the bird girl squawked and flailed until she had solid footing on the ground again.

Poor Dani seemed out for the count, breathing heavy and resting against the wall of the Onsen.

“Just gonna make sure everything is still good down there okay?” Melody called out, fondling and squeezing those orbs to make sure they were still nice and intact, squeezing maybe a little harder than she could have once she was sure they were fine. “Seems like you’re all good sweetie! I know it hurts now but maybe tomorrow you can come by my room and I'll give you a proper reward okay?” Melody whispered to him, giving him a quick kiss before the girls hopped out to get dried off and changed, chatting excitedly about the amazing evening while Dani recovered in the soothing hot spring.

Either from diligent practice or being refreshed and rejuvenated by a passionate trip to the hot springs the team had smashing success in the chess tournament the following day with both Cindy and Melody alluding to wanting another round with those good luck jewels of his before important events!

*

Part 2

Another pleasant day at the college campus. The afternoon sun streamed in through the windows and a few students were playing ultimate frisbee in the campus courtyard below. Inside the chess club, Its three members were hard at work practicing for an upcoming tournament. Cindy the bluebird and Daniel the tabby cat found themselves seated on opposite sides of a chessboard while Melody a lizard girl and the club president leaned on the table, watching the game from the sidelines.

“No no no!” Melody muttered, flicking one of the pawns as Daniel set it down. “That isn’t the Benko Gambit! You’re supposed to move this one! Come oooon, we’ve been over this haven’t we?” She huffed, letting out an exasperated sigh as she shook her head. “We need to be ready for the tournament! Its next week you two!”

“Heeey! I’ve been doing pretty well haven’t I? Don’t bring me into this!” Cindy protested, fluffing up her feathers in indignation.

“Hmph, everyone has room for improvement, you never know when someone will be practicing more than you have. But… I suppose i have been pushing a bit hard why don’t we do something to make this a bit more…entertaining?” She asked, with a playful gleam in her eye as she glanced at the feline.

“Ah! H-hey! Why are you looking at me like that?” he murmured, turning his eyes back down to the board as she sized him up.

“Well I was just thinking, you’d be under a lot more pressure in a real tournament so we should try and simulate that in practice to get you properly prepared! Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Hm? Well yes… it does sound helpful but what’s th-“

“Great! I’ll get the stuff ready, you take your pants off!”

“Eh?! H-how’s that going to help?”

“Well, Melody did say she wanted to make things more entertaining, I certainly think it sounds nice…” Cindy chimed in, giving him a warm smile and puppy dog eyes. “Please?~ for me?”

The feline squirmed, rubbing the back of his head with a paw as he tried to look anywhere but at Cindy. “Oooh…fine I suppose I can.” He murmured as he stood up, sliding down his pants and then his boxers, showing off his cock and two plump testicles.

Melody returned a few minute later from the storage closet with a cart full of heavy, esoteric rule books. “Okay, good! You’re all ready! Let me explain how this will work!” She said, reaching between his legs to start lightly stroking his member, getting the feline nice and hard.

“Since you need to practice your openings I’ll choose one at random from one of these books and if you play it out properly you get a point. For each point you score, Cindy and I will take turns removing a piece of clothing, once you can get us fully naked you win!

“Hey! No fair I didn’t put on a bra today…” Cindy protested, cupping her breasts in her hands.

“Mmh, oh well, Daniels lucky day i suppose.” Melody giggled playfully as she continued explaining the rules. “Buuut if you get the opening wrong, we get a point.” She told him, waving the book in front of his face. “And that means the book gets set down on top of your balls!”

“So… how do I lose?” The feline asked hesitantly.

“Oh~ Well we’re trying to practice right? So It wouldn’t make sense to disqualify you if you make too many mistakes, i’ll just keep adding books. Think of it like the pressure of competition hmm? Just don’t let it get to you. I’ll tell you what, since Cindy isn’t wearing a bra, lets start off with an easy one! Do the Benko Gambit.”

“Ah! H-hey wait that means…” The bluebird huffed, poofing out her feathers in annoyance as Melody seemed to be giving away the first point!

The lizard and feline took turns moving pieces on the board as the opener played out.

“There! See? That wasn’t so hard.” Melody encouraged as he moved his last pawn into place. “Ciiiindyyyy!~ Come here!” She giggled, grabbing the bird girl from behind, lifting up her top. Melody took a few moments to fondle her hefty melons as she did so before lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it onto an empty chair.

“Oooh~ I think those big tata’s of yours have him mesmerized.” She teased playfully as she thumbed through another book.

“Ah! This one’s fitting, show me birds opening.” She instructed, a grin slowly spreading across her face. “Hmm, close! Its pawn to f4.” She proclaimed smugly, showing him the page on the book before snapping it shut.

“Let me just do this…” She murmured sliding a volume under his orbs so they rested evenly on it, without the soft chair to cushion them. With his cock nice and hard and out of the way, Melody had a clear shot as she thumped the book down between his legs.

The heavy volume hitting his twin testicles with a whack, making the felines tail fluff out as he gasped!

“Oooh~ I think that got him good!” Cindy giggled as she watched his funny expression.

“Hah, I might have put a little too much oomph in that since it was his first mistake…” Melody admitted playfully.

“Neeeeext iiiiisss.” She murmured, browsing through another volume “The English opening.” She instructed.

Daniel let out a small sigh of relief, at least this one he was confident in. He grabbed the appropriate pawn and slid it into place.

“Hmph, well that’s correct, but it was pretty easy.” Melody puffed, as she lifted one leg, setting it down on the arm of Daniels chair, making a show of it as she slowly slid down one of her stockings.

“Hey! Why did I have to take off my top if you’re just going to remove one sock!” Cindy protested as both of them watched Melody’s little show with great interest.

“Hmm…Because those big milkers of yours are going to help keep Dani distracted so we can earn more points and really crush those big testicles of his!” She explained, grabbing another book and stepping behind Cindy, bouncing and fondling her tits with one hand as she flipped through.

“Italian game.” She instructed once the board had been reset, playing out her part until he had made an error. “Bishop to C4 not D5” She explained, closing the book and circling around behind Dani, leaning against him, her own bust squishing against his back for a few moments as she dropped the book into place with a thump. “Just two isn’t so bad but you’ve got a ways to go to get us naked hmm~” She teased.

The feline bit his lip as the book was dropped into place, wincing as the impact sent a snap of pain through his delicate testicles. Melody hadn’t been wrong, having Cindy’s bare tits in his face was making it harder to concentrate, but he did have to improve at ignoring distractions… things were a lot more noisy and active at a tournament compare to the club room.

“Closed sicilian defense.” She instructed next. “Hmm, ’fraid not, that is the classic, move the knight over here for closed.” Melody explained, adding the third book to the growing pile between his legs.

Individually the books weren’t too heavy, but now that they were starting to pile up, he could feel his orbs being pressed into the hard cover beneath them! He’d have to focus up!

Next came the Caro-Kann defense, which turned into a point for Daniel as both he and Melody looked at Cindy expectantly.

“Huh? O-oh right! Its my turn! Well… If you can take off a sock i think i can too.” She puffed, ruffling her feathers as she waited for either of them to challenge her on it. “Well… good…!” She added when none came. Still in her chair she lifted her leg up above her head, slipping off her ankle sock and setting it down beside her. “Tada~!” She giggled happily.

Next came The scotch game which went to the girls, four on the pile now, starting to put a hearty squeeze on his testicles, a dull ache at the back of his mind. But after that was a point in his favor with Alekhine’s defense.

It was Melody’s turn to strip now, as she removed her hair pin, letting her locks hang down. Unfortunately both Cindy and Daniel called her out on that one and said it was cheating, so as punishment Daniel got to choose the article of clothing and Melody found herself bereft of her skirt pink panties with black lace on display for all to see.

“Oooh… those are super cute! You gotta tell me where you got them later!” Cindy exclaimed, leaning down for a closer look.

Two more rounds went one a piece, Cindy lost her last sock and a fifth book was placed on the pile.

Cindy slipped under the table, scooting down between Daniel’s legs

“Ah! H-hey what are you upto?” The feline protested.

“Oooh don’t worry! I just wanna see those big ballsies getting squeezed!” she informed him. “I want to see if they get flatter when Melody adds another book sooo make a mistake!”

“Grob opening.” Melody requested, waiting a moment as she watched. “Tough luck Cindy, he got it.” She giggled, stripping off her shirt this time. Melody was left with her bra, panties and a sock while Cindy had her skirt and panties.

“Hmm~ Hey cutie…” Melody mused, lounging in the chair across from Daniel to show off her lingerie. “Wanna double the next wager? If you win I’ll take my panties off next. Maybe even give you a little show….”

“Oooh! Yes please! Do it! Dooooo iiiiiiit!” Cindy called from under the table.

The feline hemmed and hawed, considering the idea for a moment, all these books were really starting to hurt but the allure of Melody showing off for him was too good.

“F-fine…deal!” he agreed.

Flipping through the book Melody found an opening, biting her lip as she considered it, she had said random openers but that was too easy for a double round! She flipped a few more pages… “Nimzowitsch-Larsen Attack” It wasn’t actually a very complex one but certainly obscure, and sure enough she’d managed to trip him up. “Like that but with the pawn not the knight.” She grinned, selecting the biggest book she could find from the cart in addition to the one she had been using.

“Ooh! Oooh do it now! I’m ready… No wait a moment.” Cindy called out, reaching her finger into the gap between the books to poke at the felines compressed testicles, probing and feeling them out before pulling her finger back. “Okay now!”

Melody held the two heavy books at eye level for the feline, gradually taking her fingers off of them one at a time until whoops! The books fell right onto the stack with two distinct thumps.

“Whoa! I totally saw them get squished! They’re definitely flatter now!” She called out, feeling them again with her finger. “They feel so tense! You better get a few right soon!” she told him, looking up at the stack of seven big books balanced on his balls.

Thankfully for the feline he did manage to score the next point, looking down as he heard Cindy shuffling around under the table. His cheeks flushed as a feathered hand reached up, depositing her panties on top of the stack with a notable damp spot on them.

“What? Nobody said i had to take the skirt off first.” Cindy proclaimed defensively.

Perhaps he was improving, or simply sufficiently motivated not to make a mistake! The ache in his testicles was getting really bad! Cindy poking them from time to time wasn’t helping matters either but he didn’t mind her ample chest pressing against his calf when she leaned in. Thankfully he scored another point as Melody parted with her other stocking.

He was nearly there, both girls only had one article of clothing left, Melody her bra and Cindy her skirt! Just a little longer!

Or so he had hoped, he flubbed the kings indian attack, the reti opening and the modern Benoni Defense, whimpering as the books were piled ten high! Too many more and he wouldn’t be able to see over the stack!

“Mmh, you’re too noisy! Chess matches are supposed to be silent.” Melody complained.

“Nnff! S-sorry I cant help it… My balls…the books are so heavy!” The feline gasped.

“Hmm… Well if you cant help it I suppose I'll have to help you out…” Melody mused, looking around the room. She grabbed a spare queen and popped it into his mouth like a bit, wrapping her stocking around his head to keep it in. “There! Don’t say I never do anything nice for you!~” She giggled. “its not any boy I'd let borrow my stockings you know.”

“Hey Melody! His balls are getting real squeezed! Its pretty hot!” Came Cindy’s voice from below. She sounded somewhat out of breath down there!

His bad luck turned as he successfully perpetrated the Trompowsky attack, Cindy’s skirt being tossed out from under the table.

“Now now! Its hardly fair to be naked where he cant see you! Come out and show~” Melody chided as Cindy reluctantly abandoned her viewing spot to stand back up. “Hah…but i was having a lot of…fun down there…” She panted, wiping her fingers on her feathered rump.

As Melody grabbed another book from the dwindling cart, Cindy chewed her lip, deep in thought. “Hmm… Since Melody got to propose a challenge round I will too!” She said excitedly.

“Cindy~ You don’t have any clothes left.” Melody giggled.

“So? I can still bet! I think… I wager… a blowjob… against… five books!”

“Tch, Cindy! If he does that he won’t even be able to see the board anymore.” Melody giggled.

“He can just tell you what moves to make!” she puffed, fidgeting as she waited for his reply. “Mmh Fine blowjob win or lose! Just say yes!” The flustered bird urged, tapping her toes on the floor impatiently before letting out a happy trill and doing a jump that set her giant jugs to jiggling when he nodded in agreement.

“Okay! You saw him, we’ve got a deal, get that opener!” Cindy said eagerly as she knelt down beside the feline.

“Griinfeld defense.” Melody instructed, playing her part. “Well Cindy…” she giggled. “How about I let you add the books this time?” She teased playfully as the feline moved a knight in error.

“Oooh! Yes! Yes please! Gotta find the biggest books….” The excited bird girl exclaimed, rummaging through the cart to search, hefting two in her hands to compare weights as she worked.

“Shall we play one more round while she searches? Could be the last one…” Melody mused. Fondling her own breasts through her bra.

Unfortunately for the feline, it was not the last round, nor the next one… Melody waved the two rule books in front of his face with a playful smile.

Okay! Books are all ready!” Cindy grinned, showing off the stack of five thick tomes she had picked out.

“Don’t forget these two.” Melody giggled, adding her last two rounds on top of Cindy’s stack.

The feline gulped nervously, going from ten to seventeen…all at once! His poor balls! He shivered nervously.

Cindy hefted the stack up, lining it up above the previous one and slowly lowered it down, getting her fingers out of the way before they could get squashed as she watched intently. “Whoa! Did you see? It totally sunk lower! Oooh I need to see those ballsies! I’ll give you your blowjob in a minute!” The bird girl exclaimed, voice dripping with arousal!

The stack was past the felines head now! Aching weights that felt like they were crushing the life out of his balls!

“Wow! I cant even get my finger between the books anymore! They’re so squished!” Came Cindy’s voice from under the table.

The feline whimpered and squirmed, voice muffled by the gag. As Melody read out the next opening. “Queens Gambit.” She explained. “You can just tell me which moves you want to make…oh wait~ I suppose you cant because you were a naughty boy….Whatever will you do…” She mused thoughtfully.

“Oooh ya… you can’t talk right now… oopsie…” Cindy murmured, squatting down beside his chair now, head between the stack of books and his stomach as she began licking and teasing his needy member!

“Mmh, I think I want to see what Cindy’s been fussing about!” Melody said playfully, sliding under the table while the feline was left to think of a solution. “Oh wow~ They ARE flat! Jeeze look at those!” She giggled happily, lightly stroking his thigh as she watched the orbs tremble under the crushing weight.

The feline blinked back tears, his balls were still intact! Barely… who knew how many more books he could handle…. But he knew Queens Gambit… he just had to… Reaching around the stack he fumbled for the pieces, Rook…knight…pawn! He made his first move… but Melody was below the table and not playing her half! A heady mixture of arousal and pain filling his mind as Cindy gulped down his cock, tongue twirling over his twitching member as he fumbled, reaching over the board for the black pieces, finding the pawn he needed to move and sliding it into place!

He felt ready to cum any moment~ But it also felt like his nuts might burst if he did! Ache and pleasure! Just a little more! He made the final move and tapped the table, giving Melody a nudge with his leg.

“Oh? You’re finished? Lets take a look…” She said, lingering for a few more seconds to watch those beautiful swollen orbs before coming up. “Oh! Very well done, last point for you! You win!” She said cheerfully, taking off her bra and tossing it up onto the stack, the lacy garment hanging off the top most book.

“Now, just lean back and relax~ Let Cindy do her work and then we can get all these heavy books off of you!” She enthused. Stepping around behind him, leaning over so he could get a nice eyeful of her breasts. “Here, you can even play with them for putting up with my game!~” She told him, letting out a soft moan as the feline began fondling one and sucking on the nipple of the other.

“Mmmh! Y-yes just like that!” She moaned happily, fingers working over her clit.

Cindy was working herself as well, face flushed from pleasure as she plunged two fingers in and out of her dripping sex, slurping on his cock with the same motions, fantasizing about flattening those two precious plums while she rode him!

All three gasped and moaned as they reached their climax, Cindy shuddered, legs trembling as she came, slurping up the creamy load as the felines needy cock twitched and pulsed, unloading into her waiting mouth!

Dani gasped, shutting his eyes, whimpering as his orbs pulsed and unloaded an extra large and extra thick load into Cindy’s eager throat! The sensation of her gulping it down was simply amazing!

Biting her lip Melody watched the other two, she was so close! Juuuust… A naughty idea crossed her mind as she saw Dani close his eyes. she continued teasing herself with one hand she reached up, placing her other hand on the stack of books, pressing down, gently rocking the stack back and forth! As she watched the delicious expression of pain and pleasure on his face she gasped, shivering as she came as well!

Finally, all three were left panting and satisfied as Melody began removing the books, returning them to the cart one at a time while Cindy snuggled up with Daniel.

“Mmmmh! That was so fun! We have to do that again sometime soon!” The avian enthused.

“Perhaps we could make a weekly game of it!” Melody said, considering the idea. “As long as you can get Daniel to agree to it.” She hinted, giving the bird girl a nudge as she removed the last of the books.

Cindy gave the feline a kiss and another taste of her well practiced puppy dog eyes. “Please? I’ll make it worth your while.” She urged letting out a trill of joy as a new weekly club tradition was introduced!