Curiosity Killed his Balls – Part 1

1. Where It All Began.

David stood there, his legs wide apart, his eyes closed and his hands behind his back. I had asked him to remove his shoes, shirt and trousers and so I had a great view of. and easy access to, the bulge in his pants. My curiosity as to how painful it was for a male to receive a kick in the balls was longstanding, but thanks to David’s willing participation, I was about to find out.

“Are you ready?” I asked, but before he could make any reply, I launched my foot right into his balls. He let out the most enormous howl of pain before clutching his balls. He then simply fell forward on to his knees before falling sideways to the floor where he lay in the foetal position, all the while moaning in pain.

I knelt down beside him and tried to comfort him initially, but I simply had to see if I had caused any real damage. With considerable difficulty, I was able to get him on to his back and remove his protecting hands from his groin. I lifted up the band of his underpants but being unable to get a good look, I had to pull them right down exposing his penis and somewhat swollen testicles. Although swollen, there appeared to be no great damage but I was somewhat surprised to see he was a little aroused.

Having him naked and helpless, I could not resist clutching his balls in my hand and giving a little squeeze, He moaned just a little which made me think there had been no great damage so I decided push things that bit further. He was already on his back, so it was easy for me to straddle his legs and knee him full force in his balls. This elicited a much better response, another howl of pain and his eyes bulged as he sat bolt upright.

I was contemplating on what I might try next when the constant ringing of my phone alarm finally woke me up. I sat up in bed, feeling a little bit aroused and with a smile on my face.

Normally, I forget my dreams within minutes of awakening, but as I washed, dressed and breakfasted that morning, I kept returning, almost reliving in fact, my dream. I must confess I had often fantasied about kicking a boy in the balls, but it was just that, a fantasy. Certainly, I would never contemplate doing such a thing to David, my current boyfriend and I am sure no male would ever agree to allowing me to do so in any case. I was unsure as to why it was David in my dream. Maybe it was because he was my current boyfriend or perhaps because I was meeting him that night as he had promised to “help” me with my babysitting. I was pretty sure he would be of little help, but I did anticipate us enjoying one another company and hopefully some close and intimate contact.

2. Babysitting Need not be Boring

Babysitting for the Browns was always a pleasure. They always ensured their children were down and sleeping before they left and every time that I babysat for them, their kids slept right through. This night, they were going out for a meal and a visit to the cinema and as they were unaware I had invited my boyfriend around I waited for them to leave before I phoned David. He must have been nearby and eager as he arrived within minutes.

Returning from the kitchen with the generous snack left for me by the Browns, I found David watching a mixed tag team wrestling on the TV. When one of the females delivered a low blow, I glanced across at David but there was no reaction. He showed more reaction, however, when the male submitted to the follow up body scissors, her follow up manoeuvre.

“It’s all fixed, of course”, he explained, “but at least they could make it more realistic. I can’t see a man submitting to a body scissors applied by a woman”.

When he scoffed at my suggestion that a body scissors could be very painful, I suggested that we put it to the test. I did so with an inviting smile on my face as I quite fancied wrapping my legs around David’s body. His ready acceptance of my challenge indicated that he was also up for some physical contact.

“If I am going to put you in a body scissors, I will have to take off my tight mini skirt and if I am to do that I will want you to take off your trousers – it’s only fair,” I suggested.

“OK”, he replied, “but we should make it realistic. I will strip down to my underpants and you to your bra and panties. That way, I will look like I am wearing wrestling shorts and you will be dressed like the female in the ring.”

I could see from the mischievous smile on his face that he was as much up for this as I was.

“You’re on,” I replied quickly.

Once stripped down, I lay on the floor on my side and raised my left leg allowing David to lie face down on my right. As soon as I closed my legs, David placed his hands on the floor and tried to push up and turn his body forcing my legs wider. Immediately, however, I squeezed as hard as I could and I heard him gasp as I forced the air from his body. In fact, every time after that when he attempted to move, I squeezed and did not hold back. He was clearly in pain and getting weaker with each squeeze.

“Feel like submitting?” I taunted.

When there was no reply, I simply squeezed and kept squeezing until he shouted, “Stop”.

I did momentarily but reapplied the squeeze explaining I would stop when he submitted.

“I submit”, he said softly, and I wondered if he was actually crying for a moment.

I released the squeeze and rolled him off my leg and on to his back. He was still winded and when he complained his ribs were sore, I began to think my boyfriend was a bit of a wimp. I straddled his body and sat on his chest. Oddly, I felt no sympathy for any pain I had inflicted on him, in fact I had really enjoyed dominating him and making him submit. Rather than rubbing it in, however, I attempted to soothe his bruised ego by saying how unlikely it was that I could have placed him in a body scissors to begin with.

“I wonder if you would have found it any easier to escape from a head scissors?” I asked.

I had not only squeezed the wind out of him but had also squeezed out some confidence.

“You will have far more fun with your head between my legs and at least you won’t be winded,” I suggested.

David wasn’t keen, but neither did he object so I removed myself from his chest, took him by his hair and guided his head between my legs. As I closed my legs, his mouth was inches from my vagina and I was definitely becoming aroused. He made a few feeble efforts to escape, but as soon as I squeezed, he just gave up, but with each squeeze, I became more and more aroused. His proximity to my vagina was definitely a factor but I was also revelling in the control and domination I was exerting over David. I could have made him submit but I simply released his head, rolled him over on to his back and once more straddled his chest.

“Just get off me”, he shouted, “I’m done with this”.

Rather than get off completely, I slid myself down, sliding my vagina over his erect penis and sat on his legs just above his knees. I met no resistance as I pulled his underpants down, fully exposing his cock and balls. I gripped his quite huge and engorged penis with my right hand whilst cupping his balls in my left. Squeezing and rolling his testicles with my left hand caused him some pain and discomfort but pumping his penis with my right kept him on his back and moaning, I think in pleasure. I found myself gyrating my pelvis almost as though I was riding his cock and my pumping and gyration quickened and grew more intense. My exhilaration was indescribable at having David, lying beneath me, helpless and totally at my mercy. In no time, he ejaculated, and I squeezed harder and pumped faster, completely draining him of his cum.

Recalling my earlier dream, I knew there would never be a better time to time for me to squeeze, punch or even knee David in the balls. Literally, he was totally under my control, and I could have done anything. As in, my earlier dream, however, the ringing of my phone interrupted any further action. As I rose to answer it, I could not help but look down, with considerable satisfaction and pride, at the naked male, lying naked at my feet and covered in his own cum.

“Don’t move until I get back”, I commanded.

On the phone, Mr Brown explained that his wife had felt unwell after the meal and so they had decided to skip the movie and were on their way home. With considerable, I realised that I could not pursue my torment of David, I had to get David out of there and quickly. To ensure that no mess was made, I removed and handed his underpants to him, telling him to use them to tidy up the mess of cum on his belly. I then hurried to the kitchen and returned with a plastic bin bag and a roll of kitchen. He managed to at least keep the mess off the floor and he placed the used sheets of kitchen roll, as well as his soiled underpants, into the plastic bag. He was dressed and out of the door in record time, although he did look somewhat dazed and dishevelled.

Still frustrated at what appeared to me to having been a missed opportunity, I phoned David as soon as Mr Brown dropped me off. Suspecting that he might have a bruised ego, I tried to flatter him and make no mention of my scissoring him into submission. I simply said how much I had enjoyed the evening and hoped he had also, particularly the handjob. Adding that we might be more adventurous on our next date was simply a hook, I was delighted that he took the bait. He invited me over to his house the following night and though I had some reservations at the venue, I duly accepted. I had not yet finished with David.