The Contract (Part II)

Here's an update to the story posted earlier in the week.

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The bright eyed blonde stared at me expectantly as my pen hovered above her papers.

I felt a few pangs of anxiety but I wouldn't have come to this woman's house if I hadn't already wrestled with the question of 'should I or shouldn't I?'

Off came the lid of my pen and it's point moved automatically over the paper.

There in black and white was my name next to a contractual instruction for this woman to do whatever she wanted to with my body.

Her eyes that were bright before positively shone now as she gazed at the ink still drying on her contract, "Ohhh yes! Right Mr. Caplin, time for you to drop your trousers and show me what I'm working with!"

I swallowed a little but found my body moving automatically to comply. A few familiar motions and my belt was off and then in a single movement I pushed my boxers and flanel trousers down my legs. Bearing all to this strange and unusual woman.

Before I could protest or even register what was happenings she had both her hands on me, her left rubbing firmness into my member and her right seizing like a soft noose around the neck of my balls. "Enjoy this Paul - this is one of the few times I'm going to be giving you just pleasure...."

I was mainly concentrating on the efforts of her left but I could feel her right getting to work as well, pinching my cords through my sack and achingly, but not unpleasantly, massaging them.

My voice came out gravelly amidst this vixens ministrations but right now I couldn't help but goad her "I gotta say... Miss Eckhart... I'm feeling pretty attached to them right now..."

"I love a challenge Mr.Caplin..." she said deliciously, stopping her ministrations and reaching into her bust. She produced a long silk strip of material and with a quick flourish she blacked out my vision and tied it firmly in a knot to the back of my head.

"This is... different..." I said quietly, pleased with the direction proceedings had taken.

"Mhmm, fear of the unknown is a little exciting isn't it Mr.Caplan..." said Amelia, the sweetness of her tone masking the jolting meaning of her words, "...what do you fear Mr.Caplan?"

"Uhhh, why don't you find out..." I groaned as she continued to touch me.

"Ehehe, ok I can do that!" she replied playfully.

For a moment her hands stopped -

"I'm going to bind your arms and legs to the chair." she said matter of factly and faster than I thought her capable she'd fastened something firm but soft around my ankles effectively binding me to my chair.

A second later and her hands were back and better than ever - it must have been the blindfold.

I couldn't see a thing but I was hyper aware of every little caress and move her fingers made around my manhood.

From her gentle but insistent coaxing I could tell she was working my nuts into the bottom of their sack - loosening them up so that they dangled freely. Of course it was hard to pay complete attention when her other hand was making a fine job of working my cock into a steel pole.

And then abruptly all the sensation stopped - I gulped in silence.

"Mr. Caplan... Paul, may I call you Paul?"

"Uhh, of course... should I call you Mistress?"

"Eheheh, awwww silly... no, well not yet at least. I still see you as a man..."

And then out of that comfortable dark came the most shocking and painful sucker punch I'd ever felt.

"Aarghhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Jesus! Holy fuck!"

"Eheheh! Gotcha!!! Scream a few more times like that and maybe you should call me mistress!"

Shit my nuts hurt and the little mental jibe irked too - I was expecting taps or slaps, or maybe some kind of warm up. That was after all what I'd done with the few girlfriends I'd been brave enough to bridge this whole thing with - but the crazy bitch had gone straight for punches.

"I don't th-arghhhhh!"

Smack.

"Arghhhh!"

Smack!

"Arghhhhhh!"

SMACK!

"Aiii-grhhhhhhhhhh... Oh crap, no more, no more punches please..."

"Ehehe! Don't tell me you've had enough? Remember - there's no safe word with me Paul..."

I half expected another full fisted blow but instead a got a reprieve, I felt her hands tug against the top of my shirt.

"I can do..."

My collar buttons were undone...

"whatever..."

The middle of my chest...

"I..."

The last button at the bottom...

"want..."

I'd had my eyes closed - even with my blind fold on - but at the annunciation of that last word they sprang open as I felt the hushed breaths of the word on the tip of my cock.

"Christ...", maybe it was what this woman was doing, maybe it was the blindfold, all I knew was that I needed it more than anything right then.

The seconds seemed to stretch out.

She was teasing me, she did that on purpose and now she was gonna deny m-

"Ahhhhhh!"

My head tossed back and the inky blackness of her blindfold filled with colour as my cock was engulfed by the softest and most insistent little mouth I'd ever felt. The chair creaked as my arms and legs strained hard against their tight bindings.

They held fast though and my involuntary urge to thrust the length of my cock inside her mouth was arrested.

I may as well have given up trying to second guess her I realised. I was stretched taut and so worked up and she knew exactly when to be firm and when to be gentle. My mind hazed over.

So good. So close... just a little more and then...

"Ahhhh!"

Just five more seconds and then...

"Ahhhhhhh!"

And then... and -!

"Arghhhhhh!"

My body and cock strained impotently as Amelia's silky mouth was removed at the worst possible time - my frustration was short lived though and soon I was groaning and growling for another reason.

Her lips had left my cock but she hadn't forgotten about my balls and now she had her hands around them. She began literally straining her thumbs against them. Grinding them around in nauseating patterns that made me want to bolt out of the chair - and she didn't let up. In fact if anything her grip tightened.

"Shit! You're- You're gonna break them!"

And then just like that she relented.

"Hmmmm, you're fussier than I thought Paul... and don't be silly, I'm not that careless... besides I've only just started working on them, I'd have to really mean it if I wanted to burst your world tonight..." she said trailing a single manicure down the centre of my chest again.

"I won't do that..." she again in a tone that was almost kind as I felt her hands once more surround my nuts, "...but I will leave an impression."

"An impression...?" I said uncomprehendingly, as her fingers singled out my right bollock and any hope that her words had been figurative vanished.

"Try to be brave Paul..." her husky voice came out - heady with her own arousal.

"Tell me what you're gonna do first-"

And then I felt pain.

Hot.

Nauseating.

Unrelenting.

Constant.

I squirmed. I wriggled. I thrashed. I know I screamed... and all the while my cock somehow stayed hard and bolt upright.

"I think that's enough..." said Amelia calmly, an air of satiety to her voice.

It had been a minute and a half of the blonde mistress holding my ball tightly, her fingers maintaining the same invasive squeeze for all of the ninety seconds, but it had felt like much longer.

A few minutes later and my breathing returned to normal and Miss Eckhart removed my blindfold and set about untying me.

"Is this the first time you've let anyone really work on your balls?" she asked with a charming smile as she eyed my crotcth, a playful look in her eye. I groaned and nodded my head, it was about all I could muster in reply right then.

"How do they feel now...?"

"They're ok, they definitely ache though... argh, it's like I can still feel your thumbs boring into them..."

My graphic description seemed to make her swoon and at once she sat down astride my seated body and against all the pain still wracking my head I still couldn't help the sexual stirrings I felt.

"Oh Paul, its just getting started..."

I stared back into her mirth filled eyes as my cock hardened beneath her quivering body. I was trembling too but the honours were even between anticipation and trepidation - this had basically been an 'introduction' session and it had already left all my previous amateur fumblings by the wayside. Was I really ready for whatever I'd signed my body away for?

First Attempt at a Cartoon/Manga

So, inspired by a few mangas and cartoons I'd seen I had a go at creating my own :p
Although given that this is my first time I mainly confined myself to copying and cannibalising the mangas I'd been looking at.

Counter-intuitively I haven't completed the first three pages I had in mind however the 'story' is straightforward enough: a guy makes a bargain to get lucky that he ends up regretting.

Update: Anyway I've turned it into a four image cartoon which can be viewed below.
Warning: The cartoon contains heavy BB and castration.







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Getting What you want: The Making of a Swimmer

Quickfire update in August. Another new story - completed one-shot.

 

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“You are completely hopeless!”

Mindy sat silently watching the scene unfold in front of her. Everything had been going right, the dark haired swimmer had just turned eighteen, she’d been doing some lengths of the practice pool, her form was good and then to cap it all of she’d learned that Elsie Bryans – famed Olympic swimming coach would be at the pool for try-outs. And now she was sat in the very woman’s make shift office. She’d been so eager that she hadn’t even changed up out of her swimming bikini. That’s where things had started to take an unexpected turn – Elsie Bryans was apparently something of a bitch.

Beautiful but imposing at the same time, Elsie had been at the pool to watch her current protégé – Kyle Milburn – try-out as an Olympic swimmer. Apparently it hadn’t gone well.

“I’m sorry! I did everything right! Come on it wasn’t so bad… I competed hard and things just didn’t come up. Competing is just as important as winning right?”

Mindy watched the scene in front of her ambivalently. She knew the boy in question a little but what he was saying was just annoying – he had an Olympic coach behind him, he couldn’t afford to think about anything but winning.

“Are you serious! How much time have we spent on getting you in a winning frame of mind during a swim?”

Mindy smiled to herself in satisfaction, hearing her own thoughts echoed.

“And what - pray tell – are you smiling at? Hmm?” said Elsie suddenly addressing Mindy.

“I just agree…” came the simply and sincere reply.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m Mindy Fulshaw – I heard you were here, I know about your track record and well – I uh… I wanted to try-out…”

“You want a coach?” said Elsie her eyes appraising the young woman anew.

“Sorry but Miss Bryan is already coaching me.” piped up Kyle suddenly, throwing Mindy a winning and ingratiating smile.

Just then the door opened startling everyone, young man holding a clip board popped his head in.

“Miss Bryans? Sorry to interrupt, would you be able to sign this press r-”

“Not now!” interrupted the blonde coach – prompting the young man to quickly withdraw with his tail between his legs.

There was a drawn out pause where nobody said anything.

 

“Look…” said Kyle addressing Elsie again, “…in a month or so there’ll be another try-out. It’ll be no sweat and I’ll place in that one. ”

“Just shut it! Are you really that naïve? You’ve had your chance! God I have had it with you!”

“Oh come…” said the boy who was evidently beginning to get angry himself.

“Grrrr! Quit you’re whining!” said Elsie who own frustration seemed to swell with the young man’s, but before the young man could say another word something happened.

Something that made the young dark haired swimmer’s mouth hit the floor.

As Kyle apparently squared up aggressively with his blonde coach, Elsie through her arms out as if in balance and rocketed the toe of her heels straight into Kyle’s tightly packed speedo pouch – lifting him a couple of inches off the ground before he crumpled, landing on his knees.

It was shocking – if not also a little funny.

“You’ve had this coming Kyle – this is the last time you fuck me over!”, not expecting another assault Kyle failed to stop Elsie from pulling his hands away from protecting his junk – lightning fast her mentor had her hands on his shoulder and swung her right leg back launching into three vicious kicks.

Thump!

Thwump!

Smack!

“Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…”

Mindy kept watching, unable to tear her eyes away. Somewhere in her head she knew she should have done something to stop this but -

*Sigh* “If you can’t even take this punishment like a man what’s the point in you even being one!”

“Grrrrr…. What – The – Fuck!? Are – are you insane!? Had it with you – Bitch!”

 

“You know what Kyle, I was thinking exactly the same thing. Watch this Mindy! This is the move that will turn Kyle’s world on its head!” – and with that the vivacious blonde held the young swimmers legs aloft in a high ‘V’ and gas pedalled her court heels straight into the right hand side of Kyle’s speedo pouch.

Mindy found herself watching with growing arousal as the swimming coach stamped down and continued to follow through – leaning into her step – and then all of a sudden -

SPLAT!

“Fuuuuuuuuhuuuhuuuhuuuu-ck!” Bellowed the helpless boy – his voice hoarse and unusually high - as Elsie tossed one of the boy’s legs down.

The vivacious blonde coach tossed her hair and smirked. “Take a look…” she gestured to Mindy, a rich smugness to her voice.

 

Her throat dry and an odd thrill of excitement coursing through her Mindy found herself automatically peering over the boy’s prone form.

Half of the boys pouch bulged out spherically but the other half had clearly taken the brunt of Elsie’s kick. It almost looked as though it had been squashed into two smaller testis – but it certainly didn’t look round or whole anymore.

“Holyshit…” whispered Mindy as she inspected the swimmer’s package, “- did you just? Is he…?”

“Half the man he used to be? Pretty much…” filled in the blonde as she sat on her desk and lit a cigarette sucking. The tip burned vividly for a moment as she inhaled, her lips settling on a smile.

“WHAT?” screamed Kyle groggily.

“What?” echoed Mindy with faint uncertainty.

Elsie gently brought her cigarette to her lips again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. When it seemed like she wasn’t going to answer Mindy decided to change tack “Why?”

“Why…?” said Elsie laconically bringing her cigarette to her lips again.

“Well he’s annoyed me once too often but this time he cost me big – that little half-assed compete may have lost me a sponsor and I know what’s worth more to me when it comes to sponsor’s and Kyle’s balls… I’m tired of his underachieving, his bitching how everything is such a struggle… *sigh* I’ve been looking to take on a new trainee too actually and well this ties things up nicely…”

“Wha- what do you mean?” said Mindy, her heart fluttering as events moved faster than her head could process.

Elsie bit her lip – she would’ve quite liked to have finished off Kyle herself but a much better idea was taking shape in her mind.

“I’m proposing that you burst the other one” said Elsie staring intently at her young protégé a small smile playing on her lips.

“Me!?” gasped Mindy.

“I’ll take you on and coach you, give you all the backing you need to become a serious junior Olympic swimmer… and in return I want you to prove that you can follow your coach’s instructions.”

Mindy’s eyes widened perceivably, the words of the older woman sinking in.

Barely able to utter the idea Mindy opened her mouth, “You want me to- do that?”  

The blonde coach smiled and crossed her legs, “Mmhmmm…”

 

Obviously Kyle’s pain levels were slowly becoming manageable because he was almost coherent again. “Fuck… Fuck… Crazy… Elsie… Bitch! Mindy! H-h-help! Mindy… C-call the police!”

The young dark haired swimmer paced a little as her head swam her arms folded tightly across her modest chest. She gave one last look to Elsie and then with her heart pounding in her chest she took several steps towards the crumpled heap of her male rival. The weight of the situation was suffocating; she knew that whatever she did here would have lasting implications, there would be no turning back.

She was uncertain at first but then remembered what she’d seen earlier.

“H-here Kyle, let me help you up…” her soothing words made Kyle resist less at first which she needed because instead of helping him to his feet Mindy had grabbed the young man by his ankles.

“M-Mindy..?”

She knew she only had seconds before he’d struggle so she pulled his legs up as high as she could lift them – spread them apart and then -

“Oh God! N-N-N-Noooo-arghhhh!”

Her foot came down with a wet slap and smacked into the good half of Kyle’s package.

“See how much he whines at just a little kick?” purred Elsie richly, “Pretty pathetic isn’t it… makes you wanna kick him a little harder to see what all the fuss about balls is doesn’t it?”

 

Mindy wasn’t sure about that, she did feel a little sorry for Kyle but at the same time it did seem kind of ridiculous. She’d never thought about guy’s balls like this before – but it certainly didn’t stop her raising her toned leg for another punt.

Smack. Smack! Smack!!

The more she did it though she could see where Elsie was coming from. It was like having a pliant egg shaped stress ball under you’re foot and it did feel good to take out her frustrations on it. She stamped again and again – toes, instep, heel – each way giving her feet new sensations and making her body tingle deliciously. It felt amazing.

Smack! SMACK! SMACK!

As the feelings in her body grew she could feel her ‘practice’ swings getting more aggressive. A few more kicks and the firm organ had really begun to soften up.

“I think it’s ready Elsie…”

“Well then babe – you know what to do now…” she said trailing off. Elsie’s pumps which had been dangling from her toes slid off and thudded into the floor and it was fairly obvious from the position of her hands and flush cheeks that she was aroused.

 “Mindy – Please – please! Don’t do this! You don’t have to do this – I’ll quit. I can quit. She can be you’re trainer. I want to keep my ball! Please!”

Kyle’s pleading didn’t fall on deaf ears and for a moment Mindy found her resolve softening – after all she really didn’t have anything against Kyle, but she did want what he had… and competing with that was the throb between her legs that was growing with every kick.

As Kyle’s begging and pleading became more feeble the throb of her clit became more palpable. It was amazing – it was almost as if as Kyle’s masculinity fell her femininity increased. It was intense.

 

Hesitating she glanced sideways at Elsie who was still looking at her intently – “Don’t look to me Mindy… do you want this or not?”

Mindy stroked her bottom lip with her teeth as she deliberated and found herself slowly nodding her head. Had she just made up her mind?

“Hahaha! Yes! You’ll be doing him a favour - he’ll be a lot better as a swimmer without that big dead weight in his drawers!”

Mindy found herself stifling a giggle, her coach had a point! And since he’d already lost one it would be kind of funny if he didn’t get the matching pair… and she definitely did want to secure a coach like Elsie Bryans… Someone who would definitely push her…

The mental list of reasons kept piling up until finally her mind decided: ‘hang on, all this fuss is over the guy’s ball…my Olympic career versus one guy’s ball…’

“Sorry Kyle..” she said finally without remorse as she held his legs as far apart as she could and squared her foot up over his dangling fruit.

“Noooooo!” shouted the poor man desperately  - he knew exactly what was coming.

Elsie by this point had given into temptation, hiking up her skirt and stroking the front of her lacy underwear, “Haha! Do it Mindy! Scramble his egg! Don’t stop until you feel it pop!” urged the buxom blonde.

Winking at Kyle, Mindy tried to do just that. Extending her foot, stamping down and squashing the trapped organ flush against the young man’s pelvic bone.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Kyle’s mouth fell open as the roaring expletive poured out. Remembering the move that her blonde mentor had pulled earlier Mindy made sure that this time she leant into her stride and found that the gland flattened impossibly right in the middle.

The young woman knew she was onto a winner as soon as the young man’s yelps became frantic and seemed to shoot up an octave. “Oh Fuuuuuuuuuu-ark! Aghhhhhhhhhh!”

The stretchy resistance lasted a second longer and then just gave way around her foot.

“Ohmygod! I felt it! I think I did it!” cried Mindy instantly, her hands covering her mouth.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” Exulted Elsie who was somewhere to Mindy’s periphery touching herself now quite blatantly.

Mindy knew what she would see as she removed her foot from Kyle’s groin. A rush she had never felt before purred through her pussy as she saw that sure enough – Kyle’s second bulge had been busted for good. His speedos still looked filled, but his pouch looked decidedly flat and formless.

 

“Congratulations Mindy. You just earned yourself an Olympic coach!” said Elsie who gingerly eased herself off her desk – flush with excitement - and slowly walked to stand beside her protégé.

Mindy looked down again at the crushed ex-man; he was completely out cold. Elsie followed the young woman’s gaze and smiled again. “Thanks to you Kyle is no longer a man…”

Mindy’s eyes widened a little as the weight of what she had done suddenly came back to hit her – “Hey – it was you too!”

Her coach arched an eyebrow at her, “Any regrets?”

When she failed to find the words, Elsie took a step closer and before the teen could do anything the older woman’s dextrous fingers had found their way between her legs – exposing her heat and wetness that now no longer had anything to do with a few laps in the practice lanes.

“Hmmm…” smiled Elsie wickedly, “…I thought not.”

“Well…” said Mindy pensively as she felt the throbbing sexual thrill in the back of her mind “…maybe that I didn’t get to hear it pop?”

For the first time in the evening something that had been said seemed to catch the older woman off guard and she burst into a fit of giggles. “Haha. Well Kyle’s Olympic career might be over but I have few more male try-outs in the coming months… maybe I’ll give you the chance to make up for it then…” she said smiling. “Now… Go home – I’ll clean this mess up…” she said looking at Kyle with disdain, “I expect you here tomorrow at 6am”.

Mindy nodded and eagerly left the room, she had a coach!

Hiatus & New Story: The Contract

Haven't posted on here in an absolute age. Thought I'd post this - it could well be a multi-parter but that will depend on motivation and time. (And since it has the scope for it: if anyone would like to see particular kinks of any kind in the story I'm sure it could easily be the basis for a follow-up chapter).

Also just as mental image I think this is what I had in mind whilst writing...

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The Contract

I smiled a little, "you realise of course that this contract is legally completely unenforceable...?"

The demure little sex pot opposite me smiled exquisitely before she replied "I know..."

I was a little wrong-footed, "So what's the point?"

"I would have thought its obvious? You want to know exactly what to expect right? After all you will be paying me for my... services." purred Miss Amelia Eckhart.
I swallowed nervously and nodded but didn't give her anything else to work with. The blonde bombshell continued pretending to ignore how thrown off I was by her pink lolita outfit.
"I am a lady with very particular needs... and I'm sure you won;t be surprised to leaen that not many men are willing to put themselves into the position you may be about to put yourself in..."
She leaned forward, a big smile on her face as her swelling bussom quivered inside their busty prison. "I turn men into boys... and when they're as much of a beaut as you are I fucking melt inside when I do it." She leaned back and took a simpering breath, "but like I said I'm very particular, I get bored with men very easily - it takes a little time but eventually you get used to every expression of pain that can cross a mans face. Thats why... this is a one way ticket. I'll bust your balls until I've broken you're spirit... and then I'll discard you. And trust me, you will break. That cockiness, the little strut in you're step. I'll work it out of you. And once I've buckled you're spirit I'll bust your berries for good."
I felt my throat suddenly become parched as her eyes darted from my face to my crisp trousers, her eyes lingered for a moment before flitting back to mine. Shit this woman was deadly serious.
"How will you do it?"
"Hehehe, you didn't even read the contract did you?" she said twirling the ends of her hair round her fingers.
"There are two sections that we agree on that are negotiable... lets start with the good. What you want me to do, what you would like me to wear - anything like that you can stipulate and I may agree to, and anything specific you would like me to do to you.... And then there's the really good part - what I am allowed to do to you..."

I glanced down the right hand column of the 'contract' and clocked a number of tick boxes next to various BDSM kinks - I recognised some. "All of these techniques will make your balls swell, bleed and honestly, hurt like fuck... but every man has their limits, just like every pair of balls and I'll know when you've reached yours."

"How can you tell?" I asked rubbing a hand over my stubble - as if it were the most mundane question I'd ever asked.

She smiled sumptuously, "Call it a womans intuition... they swell to a point and then no more. Once you've worked them over while they're like that they just get to a point where they'll burst at ther slightest bit of attention..."

"What if you can't take it that far?"

My question was buffered by the ringing laughter of this beautiful lady as she flipped herself off her chair and gauchly sauntered over to perch herself on my knee. One of her beautifully manicured hands reached down to my crotch and expertly grasped my nuts through my pants - "Awww. You got big balls of steel huh stud? Can't see how the pretty lady will be able to break these bad boys down?" she said squeezing my bollocks hard.

I couldn't stop the involuntary squirm but I atleast manage to stifle my yelp, my mouth has become desert-like and all I managed in response is a barely perceivable shake of my head.

"It's funny, almost every man who walks through my door has that opinion. I bet they're really tight against your body right now huh? Bet you're so attached to them..." she cooed as her harsh grasp became a soothing massage. "But give me a little time, I'll loosen them up, make em' swell and by the time i'm done with them you'll hate them. I'll work all that steel out of your male ego and you'll beg me to take them away..."

I groaned at the attention she was still paying my crotch but couldn't help baiting her "...no man would ask for that."

She smiles widely and knowingly, "Mhmm you'd be surprised, in the end every boy gives up his attachment to his balls, and once they're ripe I finish them off!" she gushed rocking back and forth on my knee, the heat from the apex of her thighs washing over me, shit she must be turned on.

My next question seemed to stumble on its way out of my mouth, "How do you do it?"

She started, brought out of her reverie at my question and pursed her lips at me, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It depends..." she said standing all of a sudden and pausing in order to give me an eye-ful of her pert backside before striding over to one of her cabinets.

"The last boy - I'm sorry to say - had even bigger balls than you do, at least once they were completely swollen..." she said as she reached deftly inside and removed a long thin leathery object - my mouth was bone dry, "Do you know what this is?" she asked in a way that one might discuss the weather.

"Ughhhh, it's a riding crop..."

She beamed back at me, stretching out her hand so that the leather tip touched my crotch, "It is! I get to know men intimately doing this - I get to know what makes them feel vulnerable - what terrifies them".

"The last guy, hated being struck..." she said as she drew the tip of the crop round in circles over my bollocks, "...so I strung him up tight and... well... the last time, I struck a man with this his left ball split in two, and then it only took two more whips and its brother burst as well". She finished, a devilish smile at play on her lips. At that moment her sweet and fairly innocent face contorted and she seemed visibly angry, "...and then I beat that worthless man again and again and again. Until all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put that his nuts back together again." This woman was half my size but fuck me in that moment I felt intimidated. "That's what you'll become... right now you're interesting to me..." she said reaching out a hand and cupping my face "Your face doesn't yet have the scars of pain, and I haven't seen them. But once I've seen all there is to see and your balls burst. Then you'll be worthless to me... and any other woman."

I struggled visibly to swallow as she held my gaze for a few lingering seconds.

"The question is Mr.Caplan... do you want to sign the contract?"

Popping them in the balls

Well the poll is over and it looks like a night at the prom will be the next story to receive an update... till then heres a new story.

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 Kimiko walked with a spring in her step as she wandered back to her room. Her coursework was done and in the fall she was expecting to move out of her parents house and study at University. She walked steadily up the stairs in her school costume - this would be the last few times that she would have to wear the outfit and so she had taken to wearing it at home even when there was no call for the formality of it. Her father had chided her for the irregularity of it but unlike usual he had not pressed the matter.
As she entered her room a gust of wind from her open window suddenly launched the ordered papers of Kimiko's assignment onto the floor.
She growled softly in annoyance as quickly she stepped over to pick it up. She bent at the waist - not at the knees - and took a moment to enjoy the tiny stretch that she felt all the way up her legs.
As her hand grasped the final sheet of wayward paper a number of things happened simultaneously. Kimiko suddenly felt the unmistakable draft of the wind against her ass and at the same time had the the tell tale prickling along the back of her neck that told her she wasn't alone in her room.

Several things then happened at once, Kimiko tried to stand upright but as she did she felt a full force palm slap strike her left buttock cleanly almost knocking her off her feet.

Trying desperately to fight both the redness on her cheeks and the shame welling up in her she tried for a mask of anger and indifference as she turned to face her brother Hideo. "Brother!"

The cheeky and unruly young man of the house was already on the way out of the room but looked back over his shoulder to throw her a grin. "Sorry sister, you were asking for it!"
Her retort stumbled in her throat and before she had time to collect her thoughts her brothers footsteps had receded, a door had slammed and Hideo had surely left the house.

Kimiko sighed sullenly and slumped ass first down onto her bed. The young woman winced as she did so, the smarting hand print on her ass tingling in her minds eye. The house was quiet and all that could be heard were a series of steady and even footsteps growing audibly closer.
Kimiko was an excellent observer and she knew that this was not her brother creeping back to spite her a second time, a few seconds later and sure enough her mother poked her head through the door and glanced around the room before looking at her daughter.

"I heard a commotion - are you alright dear?" said her mother, caring but guarded.
Kimiko felt herself tighten as she tried to bottle up what had happened but the words stumbled from her lips before they could be arrested.

"It was Hideo... Brother... he..." tried Kimiko before she bit her bottom lip in shame, unable to annunciated the humiliation.
Her mother stepped next to her daughter and sat down next her. She was a middle aged woman now, noted Kimiko as the woman's small paunch softly spread onto the mattress. Kimiko looked down at her feet and then up to her mother expecting a reaction; but Fujiko had pursed her lips and suddenly looked deep in thought - at this point Kimiko knew that she would have to simply wait for her mother to divulge her thoughts in her own time.
Kimiko looked back down at her slender legs and wiggled her toes as she waited and then the wait was over.

"You know... when I was younger... and boys gave me attention that I didn't want. I used to pop them... just pop them hard in the balls..." said her mother. Kimiko nearly put a crick in her neck as she turned to look at her mother, she had never heard this tone in her voice and as she examined her mothers features she noted the almost wistful look that she had.

Thnking about this apparently unguarded side of her mother's personality would have to wait though as Kimiko blinked uncomprehendingly back at Fujiko. For a moment she expected that she would explain herself but when it became clear that she wasn't going to the words fell automatically, if uncertainly, from Kimiko's lips, "Pop them... in the balls?"

Fujiko suddenly looked at her daughter as if she had never seen her before and despite her pre-eminent composure the older womans cheeks began to rouge.

With that Fujiko smoothed down her apron, stood up and walked without a word from the room.

Kimiko stood as if to follow but knew that she would be unable to get anything from her mother now - she had closed her wall around herself.

As Fujiko walked swiftly down the landing she cursed silently to herself for allowing such a faux-pas to slip out of herself. Though had she known about the tiny seed of curiosity that her words had planted in her daughters head she might not have been as eager to escape that bedroom as she had been.

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Back in her room Kimiko plopped ass first down onto her bed and flopped onto her back, for a few seconds she frowned thoughtlessly at her ceiling before vaulting her legs straight up in the air. She was proud of her athletics and knew that her toned legs were one of her best features. Her usually systematic thoughts were completely muddled at that moment though.

'Men had balls? And popping them there was some sort of deterrant?' It was almost as if her mother had spoken in another dialect for a moment. Kimiko couldn't make sense of the words and she supposed that she was unlikely to now. Suddenly though Kimiko's laterally thinking mind gave her the solution. Slowly her gaze drifted over to her computer. Somehow pursuing this idea seemed forbidden in her head, but she had rarely had the chance to pursue forbidden things in her life and this one dangled invitingly before her.

She slipped across her room, sat at her desk and booted her computer.

Within a few moments she had what she wanted. The internet browser opened and her slender fingers danced over the keyboard: "Popping mens balls".

A large number of confusing hits came up but Kimiko found swiftly that every link she tried was censored. Her parents - no, her father had spared nothing in her life and had been diligent in making sure that she was not exposed to things that would harm her, but now the thought formed in her head: how could looking at this harm me?

She tried another ten hits and found them all censored - her thoughts turned to giving up again but as she clicked one last hit it loaded. Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes poured over the screen.

The website was a kind of colloquial urban dictionary that could be edited by anyone and someone had added an entry titled 'popping guys in the balls'.

The definition made her more curious though:

'To kick or hit a man in his balls. Hitting a guy where it hurts, smashing the family jewels.'

Kimiko felt a strange sensation within her but paid it no mind, the definition had left her none the wiser but she suddenly had much more ammunition for her search.

Her nimble fingers began typing in every variation of the new words she had seen and again and again she came up against the same problem - almost all of the sites she tried to visit were censored.

Almost all of them.
Without realising a mouse click finally yielded an uncensored result and as it turned out it was a video channel, that began playing almost as soon as it had loaded.

The video began with a white girl with blonde hair backing away from the camera. Despite her intrigue Kimiko smiled a little, the girl was attractive but she was wearing a typical cheerleader outfit, in her opinion girls who were cheerleaders were almost always hussies. As the camera panned though Kimiko involuntarily took a short intake of breath - standing across the way from the blonde was a boy, a man rather. He looked about the same age as the blonde. What caught Kimiko's attention though was that he was naked from the chest up and wore simple joggers from the waist down.

Her attention was drawn back to the blonde as she began to speak. "Ok! So today we're gonna try something a little different and well... I hope you enjoy it." The cheerleader turned back to her friend, placing her hands provocatively on her hips.

"You ready?" she asked and the boy gave a half-grimace half-nod in response.

What happened next made Kimiko's breath catch in her throat. In a single fluid move the cheerleader closed the distance between herself and the boy, placed her hands on his shoulders and thrust her pale knee into the meeting of the boys thighs. The feminine grunt that resounded from the young woman was quickly overtaken by the grovelling moan of pain that issued from the boy. Kimiko watched wide eyed as the muscley boy buckled in two - the blonde girl bursting into melodious laughter as he did so before giving the boy a shove that helped him on the way to the floor.

Shaking herself out of her reverie Kimiko paused the clip - she could feel her heart hammering in her ears and a flush colouring her face.

Then slowly and very deliberately she reached into her desk and pulled out a pair of headphones glancing skittishly at the door before inserting the jack and putting them on. She felt like she was in a dream as her hand moved automatically, scrolling the video back several seconds and stopping it just as the cheerleader had placed her arms around her studs shoulders.

For a moment Kimiko scrutinised the white boys face... it was hard to read but all she could discern was a certain hardness and, even though it didn't make sense, the boy was clearly afraid. Afraid of what was to come? Kimiko's eyes glanced down to the boys baggy joggers but they hung far too loosely to give anything away about the boys anatomy.

Running her tongue over her lips she finally clicked play - instantly the scene sprand back to life and the girls knee launched into the boys groin, striking with a resounding 'thwump'!

Instantly the boys rugged features crumpled, contorting in pain as his body buckled for the second time. Kimiko paused the video again and stared at the boys face - it didn't look like he was faking it.

She scrolled the video back and, without realising, watched the clip another six times. Pouring over every detail - the sound of the blonde's knee against the boys crotch, his reaction, her laughter. Again and again the girls athletic knee thundered into the boy and each time Kimiko felt a small heat begin to grow in intensity between her legs.

It didn't make any sense. For all her life men had been in absolute control. Her father made a living for the family - he made all the important decisions and had all the control. Kimiko had never questioned it - until today. Her brother, even though he played a fool, was going to be just the same. She could already perceive in him the hardening of his voice when he wanted to have his way and the seriousness that overtook his features. All of this made sense... it was how it should be.

So how could something between their legs be the undoing of that? It didn't make sense, it must have been fake, it was ridiculous... it made men seem... pathetic.

Even though she couldn't identify the feeling, the gentle throb that she had felt between her legs had developed into a smouldering heat and the thought of it was beginning to make itself known in her mind. The new and scary ideas turned over and over in Kimiko's head as she struggled to make it fit with everything she thought she already knew. She took her headphones off - letting them rest around her neck. She needed to see more...

 

It took a few moments but she quickly scrolled up to the authors link: 'bblinks' and clicked on it without a thought. Her eyes went wide in suprise as over 30 video posts popped up, making her lean involuntarily closer to the screen. Judging by the thumbnails the first few looked like they were more of the blonde girl with different guys - each time she looked like she was wearing a different outfit. Drawing a steadying breath the young Japanese woman scrolled down through hit after hit all with various different names until one hit made her stop dead in her tracks. The thumbnail was blank but the video was called 'Japanese hard Ballbusting'. Drawing bated breath Kimiko let the mouse hover over the link button for a few seconds before she finally clicked it - the seconds seemed to stretch out in front of her as the progress bar filled ponderously but then up sprand the video. The clip played for a second but then froze as it buffered.

It didn't matter to Kimiko though as her eyes drank in the tableau in front of her. The video showed three Japanese ladies - though they were not dressed like ladies. All three sported shiny micro bikinis and leud fish-net stockings. It was the kind of sight that would normally embarass and shame Kimiko, but standing - or rather being held up between two of the women was the most sorry looking excuse for a man that she had ever seen. The man was also naked though frustratingly someone had pixellated his groin, Kimiko squinted at the mess of pixels trying to make out the shape that they masked.

It was barely visible through the blur but Kimiko could still discern the shape of something dangling between the pitiful mans legs. Her mind quickly did the math - these were what all the fuss was about. Men had balls... hidden away in their trousers and somehow they were vulnerable.

The lady on the right reached her hand down into the swirl of pixels and suddenly the man twisted and contorted in the grasp of the two women.

It suddenly hit Kimiko as her eyes poured over every grainy detail of the video that in contrast to the man - who appeared as the weakest and most wretched example of a man she had seen - the women were incredible. Their bodies looked proud and even though a part of her rebelled against her watching it another part was so fascinated that nothing would compel her to close the video down.

The lady standing across from the man in a gold bikini extended her leg in front of her but let her foot dangle limply in front of the mans crotch - Kimiko watched as in response the man leaned over in a jumpy anticipation of the kick that was surely coming. The two restraining ladies burst into cruel laughter and enjoyed yanking the man's body bolt upright so that his package of pixels stuck out prominently.

Kimiko hadn't realised but her hands were now pressing gently against the insides of her thighs, something was slowly building inside her. She looked at the wincing man who was gritting his teeth in expectation. An expectation that, she realised with shock, paralelled her own.

"Come on Harue! Really take him down!" called the one on the left who looked to be really struggling to keep hold of the man. Harue smiled suggestively at the man before flicking her leg straight into his groin.

The kick was light and gave off only a small slap - the girl on the left called out "One!" whilst the one on the right shouted "Harder!" The man whined piteously and shook his head, repeatedly wimpering 'no' like a mantra.

The next three flicks of her leg were a quick flurry that forced a groan of anguish from the broken male and Kimiko noted how his knees began to buckle underneath him. Harue lowered her leg and the mans body visibly sagged at the suggestion of a reprieve - unwisely as it turned out as Harue cruelly launched into a step kick that burst the mans bubble.

"That's five! Hit him with more!"

The gold bikini girl now seemed really turned on to the task at hand and stood with one foot in front of the other, took several steadying breaths and then launched herself into a series of regular and systematic kicks that brought her instep into contact with the mans pixels - each time the room in the video echoing with a slap. "Eight! Nine!" came the call and each time the man made an even more pitiable whine - the women on either side of him struggling to keep him upright. "That's eleven Harue! Twelve! Keep going you've nearly got him!"

And Kimiko realised that she was right, the man had looked pitiful before but truly it appeared that every kick that the fierce female delivered was forcefully wrenching every drop of masculinity and dignity out of the man. "Thirteen! Forteen!"

As she watched intently it suddenly occurred to Kimiko that maybe she could be that strong woman - dealing out knees and kicks and chipping away at the facade men projected. "Fifteen! Sixteen!" The image of her brothers face floated into her head, arrogant and masculine. Kimiko felt her body tremble a little as she wondered whether she could make her brother crumble like the man in the video.

 

The harsh laughter of the two women holding the man brought Kimiko's attention firmly back to the video.

"Come on, show this man his place!"

Hearing this Harue hardened her gaze at the man for a moment before swinging her leg back as far as it would go and launching her foot into a full force kick that connected with the mans manhood with a resounding wet slap.

The pathetic man was whining in abject misery now - he seemed to be suffering so much that he had stopped responding to the kicks. The women on either side seemed to pick up on this because the next advice was: "No! No! Knee his balls! Finish him off!"

The gold bikinied girl nodded through her panting, bit her bottom lip and then did something that left Kimiko gasping. Holding her hands out as balance the girl paused for a momentum before launching into a knee kick that struck the man with such a resounding crack that he was lifted clean off the ground.

Pain streamed out of the man as steam from a kettle as the woman's powerful knee thrust smashed his previous pain threshold. Whatever masculinity that was left in the man must finally have been dislodged by the knee because now his legs crumbled completely and the two women could hold him upright no longer. All three women burst into giggles and a moment later the video abruptly ended and all that could be heard in the small room was Kimiko's heated breathing.

For a moment she couldn't think or move and sat in complete silence. It was then that Kimiko realised that her hands had wandered of their own accord from her thighs and were now pressed flush against her panties, basking in the heat that now washed off her.

Not a sound was heard in the house for a good few minutes as Kimiko sat in silence and then the front door slammed and some familiar footsteps echoed loudly around the house. Footsteps Kimiko knew by heart. She knew what she was going to do - she rushed down stairs. Her soft feet thumping against each step as she went, she saw her brother in the hall and almost launched herself onto him - embracing him tightly. "Brother!" Her reaction was so out of character that for the moment Hideo stood where he was utterly dumbfounded and then Kimiko looked up at Hideo's face.

For a moment she felt like the blonde girl in her cheerleader outfit - and in her brothers face she perceived a likeness to the young man in the video. He looked a little nervous and uncertain but still rugged and masculine. What happened next in the video flashed through her head and what happened next in reality occurred almost before she'd thought it through.

For one scary moment a part of Kimiko wondered, as she had earlier, whether this was all some big ruse, a trick to teach her some lesson. Her knee would connect with her brothers crotch and it would be smooth and he would laugh off her foolishness, but she would not know if she did not try.

Impulsively her hands tightened around Hideo's shoulders and before the young man could react Kimiko hiked her knee straight into her brothers crotch - but it wasn't smooth.
The embers between Kimiko's legs burst into an inferno as she felt the path of her knee halted by some soft danglings in her brothers pants and surge of excitement and pleasure shot through her young body.

It was all true.

For one ecstatic moment Kimiko revelled in the feel of her knee following through into what could only be her brothers most intimate parts - she watched with growing excitement as the look of shock on her brothers face transformed as his masculinity crumbled and his visage became a twisted palate of anguish and self-pity.

Kimiko soon found she could no longer hold him upright and as soon she let go of his shoulders her brother slumped to the ground like a sack. She found herself ignoring the writhing heap of pain at her feet as she began jumping up and down feeling giddy with excitement and flushed with the first thrill of arousal.

"Yatta!" she cried.

"Ughh, oh I can't believe you did that..." said Hideo his voice gravelly with hurt.

Kimiko stopped her jumping and suddenly remembered herself, she extended a grey socked toe and gently cajoled her brothers foetal form onto his back - he'd still got both of his hands wrapped protectively over his 'balls'.

"Well you can believe this..." said Kimiko in a hushed tone as she placed one foot atop Hideo's clutching hands - making her intent clear.

"Smack me again and I'll pop you harder brother!" At those words Kimiko saw the manly defiance that had been growing flee her brothers eyes and she felt a spike of pleasure from her most intimate area.

At that Kimiko left the defeated form of her brother to try and scrape himself off the floor whilst she skipped back to her room - her Mum had been right, all you had to do was pop them in the balls!

 

Poll Time!

Ok! It's that time again... I've been pretty busy with other work commitments and haven't had all that much time to get inspired for stories. Nevertheless I just finished the wrestling story below - not sure its my best bit of writing but hopefully people enjoyed it...

Anyway, there is a new story idea I'm working on but its going quite slowly at the moment so I thought that I'd once again throw open a poll for you guys to decide what you want next. Apologies in advance, for some reason google polls won't let me add any additional answers hence there only being four. Never mind, get voting and if you want to see a different story continued OR you have your own idea for soemthing you want to read in a story leave a comment (drop me an email) and if I like it enough I'll probably write it anyway :)

Mixed Struggle Wrestling

Whew.... haven't posted in a while. This is the story that in some ways is a follow up the Olympic ballbusting tale I posted ages ago... Anyway a few people seemed to like the commentary style so here is my effort... It's loosely inspired by bra and panties wrestlng matches that used to be shown on WWF or whatever. It probably needs proofing more than it has been but I'll do that in due course. Might not be everyones cup of tea but enjoy!

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Steve: "Good evening everyone listening and watching - this is the 12th annual Struggle tournaments coming to you live from Cincinatti!"
Jess: "Why don't you take our new listeners through this part Steve - after all it is your department..."
Steve: "Right Jess! Women enter the ring fully clothed - wearing exactly what they had on when we snatched them from the street. The goal of the guy is to strip the girl down to her birthday suit! Panties and all! There is no pin fall - the lady is disqualified the moment her last piece of clothing is stripped from her!"
Jess: "Well here comes tonights unwilling challenger - I know you enjoy this part why don't you break it down for us Steve, I'm sure all our male listeners are eager to know what the young lady is wearing..."
Steve: "Our challenger is Nancy DeLino - an office temp from Chicago and she's a picture. Pale blouse and a dark tight fitting pencil skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination... now then, fresh as she looks I don't think even her legs can look that good and - yep, as she walks under the big stage lights you can see the tell tale sheen of pantyhose - let's hope they're stockings under that skirt!"
Jess: "Mind on the job Steve..."
Steve: "ahem.... and finishing it all off are a pair of three inch kitten heels. Like I said guys, she's a picture. It'll all have to come off though if our man wants the cash prize - or the chance to take advantage of that body..."
Jess: "Not so fast Steve! That's the ladies side of the event but how about the men? They enter the ring with no clothes at all - or near enough right?"

Steve: "That's right Jess! The man enters the ring with no clothes save for the smallest speedos our cheerleaders could fit him into."
Jess: "You're not lying Steve, I can make out that young competitor package from here."
Steve: "That's the point Jess, our young buck - Eric Pullman - has nowhere to hide..."
Jess: "And by hide you mean..!"
Steve: "Yes, thank you Jess you can stop nudging me in the side... its the young mans nuts that are in the firing line. And just as there is no pinfall for the ladies, the men can are disqualified if-"
Jess: "-If both of their plums burst!"
Steve: *Cough* "Yes thankyou Jess... if the ladies can unman their opponent then they are crowned winner of the money and if they want the chance to do whatever else they want with the loser..."

Jess: "Well Pullman is a big blonde musclebound stud... not very popular with the ladies in this crowd though. He's already seen off two ladies in the ring this tournament without any damage to his ego or.... anything else sadly. They're both in the ring now though... Pullman is pacing ready to get started and poor Nancy Delino looks like a deer in headlights. She's stood a few feet from her corner of the ring and she really doesn't know where to look or what to do! She better look sharp *DING!* there's the bell and the match is under way!"

Steve: "Ow! We're barely five seconds in and already fresh faced Nancy is forced to eat canvas! Pullman tackles her hard and she goes down. Eric's done this before Jess and he's doing the sensible thing. Oh yes, he's grabbed Miss DeLino's shapely little legs and slipped off her shoes. And theres a great big cheer from the men in the crowd as he throws those little leather heels into row F."
Jess: "Nancy won't realise it yet but losing her heels this early is a big blow to her chances..."
Steve: "Too right Jess! Eric will will be glad to see the backs of those office slingbacks. Points and heels really give the ladies an edge when it comes to breaking men in this ring - too bad for Nancy Delino!"
Jess: "Nancy staggers back to her feet in the mean time but she only has a moment before Eric is on her again! He grabs a handful of her pale blouse and a powerful yank is all it takes to make the buttons fly and expose a little more of the temps naked body."
Steve: "A Little?! Jess the front of Nancy's blouse is wide open I think I can just about make out a white satin bra..."
Jess: "Get your mind out of Nancy's cleavage and back on the fight! Pullman hasn't won this by a long shot yet Steve."
Steve: "That's right Jess - Pullman will need to completely strip Miss DeLino if he wants to have his way with her and that means even that stunning bra".

Jess: "Miss DeLino backs herself into a corner - what can she be thinking?"
Steve: "I don't know Jess but if she thinks she's got a better chance of defending herself there she's dead wrong. Pullman wrestles the delicate flower to the floor and wastes no time flipping her over - looks like the gold zip on the back of Nancy's skirt is the new target. You'd think it was a little stairway to heaven from the way Pullman goes about running the zipper down Delino's waistline, and now Miss Delino's legs are flailing but it's too little too late as theres nothing she can do to stop our super stud slipping the skirt off her legs and throwing it into the crowd! Looks like it's a pair of tights and not a garter belt and stockings. Shame really..."
"In any case, Pullman is taking your girl apart Jess, I can't see this fight lasting much longer".
Jess: "Pullman still has a way to go Steve, remember all Nancy has to remove is whats between his legs!"
"Looks like Nancy is finally getting her game head on, she's rolled over and she looks pissed - good to see a lady who isn't scared of losing a few clothes, even if all the world can see! She's using those strong legs, and even though she's got her back to the floor she's bucking her feet out at her opponent and catches him a few times on the thigh and shin. Pullman's too wary to let her have a clear front on shot of his package but - oh! She manages a glancing kick and that has made Pullman think twice!"
Steve: "Pullman looks furious - he backs off but then charges blindly and Miss Delino is like a deer in the headlights. She closes her eyes - and oh my goodness!"

Jess: "Owch! That's all it takes Steve... Nancy raises her foot at the last moment and it stops Pullman's charge dead in it's tracks... those big hands are covering those big nuts and suddenly the super stud isn't looking too peachy Steve".
Steve: "Uhhh, you're not wrong Paula... I'm looking at the replays and Eric's momentum carried him right onto the office temps foot. He's shuffling into his corner and he's called for a time out."
Jess: "Pullman is still in agony and clutching his package, I'm beginning to think one his oversized bubbles might just have burst! And sure enough the ladies ref Linda Lacy is in the ring like a shot to examine the ailing stud. This will be a big boost for our young office temp..."
Steve: "There's no way Paula..."

Jess:"Take a look Steve. That symmetrical double bulge is looking a little lop-sided now! Looks like Nancy DeLino's little feet have scored a blow for women everywhere and now every woman in the audience wants to know whether she's got the spunk to finish the job and turn this jock into a Jill."
"This match just got really interesting! We'll be back after a short break!"

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Jess: "Well we're back! Pullman is back on his feet after a few shots to keep the pain manageable and keep him on his feet... now its Nancy who is pacing warily on the other side of the ring..."
Steve: "Pullman still has plenty of fight Jess - the refs concluded that it wasn't a total rupture. Pullman will want to end this match quickly - it just means now he'll be more eager to get himself to a hospital post-match than taking advantage of a naked Miss Delino..."
*DING!*
Jess: "Well here comes the next round - and here comes Pullman!"
Steve: "Wasting time he isn't! You can see the pain his movement but once again Nancy doesn't know what to do as the stud grabs her by the legs and plants her back down onto the canvas - that will wind her Jess! Pullman flips the girl onto her front and moves in-"
Jess: "Nancy's feet are flailing around, she knows all she needs is a good solid hit on that solitary bulge and she'll rock Pullman's world for the second time this evening".

Steve: "Pullman's having none of it Jess, she's on her back and he's crouched on her ass and - oh yes! He grabs two handfuls of tan pantyhose and yanks hard on the material covering Miss Delino's shapely ass cheeks! Miss DeLino struggles hard but it only takes a second and the strong arms of Eric Pullman begin to ladder those tights to shreds!"
Jess: "Nancy needs to aim a little higher the tips of her toes are almost kissing Pullman's bulge but she's just-"
Steve: "Sorry Jess but more and more bare skin gets revealed as Eric finally grabs a fistfull of that tan pantyhose and successfully strips one leg bare - even you have to admit little Nancy is in a precarious spot now, she's nearly naked from the waist down! But Pullman isn't done yet - he's going for it! Those big hands of his are going for the waistband of DeLino's tights and knickers and it's all coming off! But Pullman needs to be careful - Nancy's flailing feet are homing in on their target - but Eric doesnt care, the first yank pulls the young ladies hips clean off the canvas and the men in the crowd get the first glimpse of the modest mound of our office temp! He's got the ladies unmentionables almost around her knees but he needs to be careful and - oh no!"
Jess: "Oh yes Steve! Finally Nancy gets a palpable hit on the last gonad. It's just enough to make the dumb stud think twice - but now Nancy has the range and her toes find Pullman's bollock again! Ouch Steve, I've never seen a man jump off the ground from a hit to the nuts before! And now it's Pullman who looks like a deer in the headlights as Nancy finally gets the arch of her foot involved and the pendulous target richochets around the boys crotch like a pinball!"
Steve: "Pullman is in real trouble here, he's got one hand on his bruised tackle as he staggers off of DeLino's prone form, and with the other he signals to the ref for a timeout."

Jess: "Too bad Steve! Pullman has already used up his timeout! He hasn't seen the ref shaking her head - and as he staggers backwards against the turnbuckle he still hasn't realised! But Nancy DeLino has - she's already on her feet, she runs in and launches a flying knee into the unsuspecting Eric Pullman. And Pullman must have felt that in every part of his body! He's in agony - but Nancy DeLino isn't finished yet. It seems she's finally woken up to the fight she's in and the opportunity she's got! The next kick knocks Pullman back against the turnbuckle and he's ripe for the picking now Steve!"
Steve: "Pullman needs to get it together!"
Jess: "No chance Steve! Nancy is really getting into her stride now, look at her gritting her teeth as the young beauty throws kick after kick into Pullman's crippled crotch! He's covering whatever is left in those trunks with his hands - but it doesn't matter! Nancy feigns a kick and Pullman clutches his junk hard and Nancy chooses to steam a kneecap home into those babymakers! And thats it Pullman sinks to the ground - he's teetering on the edge Steve!"
"Can you hear the women in the crowd Steve! They're all on their feet. They sense whats coming..."
Steve: *cough* "And what's that Paula?"
POP HIM! POP HIM! POP HIM!
Steve: "Do I need to tell you Steve...?"
*Cough*
Jess: "Didn't catch that Steve...? Oh! It'll have to wait, Nancy has raised her leg up and-"
"Eric's broken bollock finally bites it! The stud might have been hoping someone could stitch it back together after the match but Nancy Delino has other ideas. Her foot smashes into the already deflated half of Pullman's sack and man-boy is now in another world of pain! Every woman in this room is willing her to bash the other bollock in! And if Pullman thinks he's getting any mercy he's wrong because Nancy has that second nut in her sights now and..."

ONE!

"Practice kick, as the temp stamps blindly at Pullman's junk!"

TWO!

"Nancy really put her weight behind that one! Looks like she's really working over the bigger of Eric's gonads!"

THREE!

Jess: "She's stamping her heel down hard now Steve I don't give that big bulge much longer!"
Steve: "You're forgetting how hard it is crush a ball against canvas Paula..."
Jess: "Well it looks like Nancy's worked that out! She's mounted the turnbuckle to get some more leverage in her stomps and I don't think Eric's ready for whats coming!"

FOUR!

Steve: "Ouch! Well I've seen it all Jess - desperate, desperate move from Pullman - he sticks his foot up and this time its Nancy's cooch that's on the receiving end of her own momentum and she goes down hard! Both competitors are now clutching their crotches but its Pullman that stirs first."
Jess: "He knows exactly whats on the line Steve but there doesn't look to be much fight left in the stud- sorry, half-stud..."
Steve: "Wouldn't worry about that Jess, Pullman's running on pure adrenaline now, he knows he has to seal the deal - he edges closer to Miss Delino's prone form and tentatively pulls on the pantyhose that still covers the toes of one of the ladies legs! It's all peeling off, knee, calf, ankle! Off it all comes and finally Miss Delino is half naked! Her bra and blouse are all that are left and Pullman is wasting no time. He's battered and bruised but he grabs the hem of that blouse and finally shows some downright aggression! Eric pulls the top up and over Nancy's head and the office temp has no answer to the force with which the pale blouse yanked off her - her arms are pulled free of the sleeves and thats it Pullman just has to liberate the temps bra and it's all over for the young woman from Chicago..."
Jess: "Well if he's like most men we'll be here a while if he tries to unhook it."
Steve: "Tentative approach again as Nancy tries to get to her feet - Pullman grabs both shoulder straps and yanks them down but it's not over yet - Pullman needs to take it off completely!"

Jess: "Look Steve, Nancy is reaching for Pullman's sack - if she gets a good grip it could all be over!"
Steve: "Pullman is desperate to not let that happen - he's sticking his backside out - trying desperately to keep Nancy's prying manicures away from his bollock. Meanwhile Pullman has pulled the cups of Nancy's creamy bra down and now all the men in the crowd roar their approval at the first glimpse of naked Nancy's nipples!"
Jess: "Too bad you're big fucknut didn't try and unhook her bra, Nancy reaches....! And she grabs that last battered bollock in her hands and she squeezes!"
Steve: "No! He's almost got it off, just a few more seconds!"
Jess: "Seconds I'm afraid Pullman doesn't have Steve, his knees have already buckled and he's given up on the bra - he just wants the young womans hands off his tackle. But Nancy isn't letting go!"
Steve: "Both competitors are writhing around on the floor now, we can't get a clear camera angle but as far as we can see Miss Delino still has her hands wrapped firmly around whats left of Pullman's package..."
Jess: "This can't go on Steve... something has to give. It looks like the ref is on the verge of breaking this up - but no wait! Eric Pullman just gave off an unholy yell and Nancy is up off the floor and jumping up and down - it looks like she's claiming it! Pullman is whining like a child and the refs are in the ring - it's taking three of them just to prise the young mans knees open and get his hands off his sack... we should hear a verdict anytime!"
Steve: "I can see two of the refs shaking their heads..."
Jess: "They're not the only ones, Pullman's shaking his head and thrashing about like a wild thing - he's already lost though all he can do is wait for the Refs to decide the damage... And we're hearing now... it looks like Eric Pullman's last bollock is ruptured but still more or less in one piece! The refs have deliberated and have decided that the match is still awarded to Nancy Delino - but that she has the right to decide whether to let Pullman leave the ring with something intact.."
Steve: "It looks like his fate rests with the crowd..."
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Jess: "I've never heard the men in this arena outshout the women and the women have spoken! Miss Delino gets up close to Eric Pullman and for the first time in the whole match she's wearing a smirk - looks like the power has gone to young womans head. She pulls those speedos to one side and out squirts Pullman's broken package - lets get a high def camera in there..."
Steve: "You can calm down you know Jess..."
Jess: "Look at that Steve, you can really see the dent left in Pullman's tackle - and now its flush on the canvas for the world to see... but not for much longer."
Steve: "The refs are reprimanding Nancy Delino for grandstanding here - they're telling her to either spare the man or finish it... But she has other ideas... She's looking Pullman right in the eye as she unhooks her bra - the men in the audience have suddenly perked up! This is a real taunt to the young half-man - she whirls her last piece of clothing in the air letting Pullman get a good look at the body he won't be laying a finger on... and oh my - she's using one of the straps of her bra as nut noose now... isolating Pullman's remaining manhood from the remnants of its ruined twin. Theres not a woman in the world that could miss that big angry red bulge - and Pullman's stopped struggling, he's just looking at Delino with horror and so he should!"
Steve: "Sad to say... it's the look of a man who knows his world is about to permanently change..."
Jess: "And here comes the change - Nancy has her foot arched over Pullman's world! She's barely touching him but already his back arches in pain - his head is writhing on the canvas, I doubt he'd want to watch this anyway. A little shift in posture and her calf muscles begin to push her foot down! And the ladies in the crowd are deafining me, I can't hear a thing - but there it is! It's all over! Pullman's bulging gland seemingly breaks in two and bursts out in opposite directions from under Nancy Delino's tiny foot."
Steve: "Pullman looks to be unconscious..."
Jess: "A lucky escape for the young man - oh whoops - not a young man anymore. Miss Delino is grinding her heel around - making sure her demolition of 'Erica' Pullman is complete. All that remains is the presentation ceremony - Miss Delino will be receiving a six figure prize or the chance to double her money if she can go one on one with another man and reduce him to ruins. What will she decide to do? Stay tuned to find out!"