Curiosity Killed his Balls – Part 2

3. David’s Perception

Pushed out the door, confused and with a number of mixed emotions swirling round my brain, I made my way back to where I had parked and locked my bike, a 125cc dirt bike, but convenient for darting about the town. On the journey home, I went over the emotions I had experienced during the evening. The pleasure of seeing Jane in her bra and panties, the shame and humiliation of being forced to submit to her body scissors, my arousal when in the neck scissors with my mouth inches from her groin and the pain and pleasure when she had me by the balls and jerked me off. At times I had felt humiliated and at times in ecstasy. Jane had clearly enjoyed her power and control but perhaps she didn’t realise how much her fondling of my balls had hurt,

Lack of concentration due to the events of the night, led to two near misses on the drive home and I was glad to arrive safely. Fortunately, I went straight to the toilet, just to wash the smell of cum off my hands and body, as I was confronted with my Dad when I emerged. My Aunt, who was expecting, had gone into labour and Mum and Dad were going to stay over at their house to allow my uncle to be present at the birth of his child. They asked if I would be OK getting my own lunch and supper the next day and they might even be away for a couple of days. I assured them I would be fine and was delighted that they left £100 for me to get takeouts if I wanted.

I was wondering what Jane had thought of the evening when I was surprised to receive a phone call from her. As it turned out, Jane had been very excited about the evening. She asked me if I had enjoyed my handjob and even suggested, to my delight, that there might be more to come. I had been worried that she might have seen me begin to cry or saw me as a bit of a wimp for submitting to her so easily but no. I was encouraged to ask her out again and when she accepted, I suggested she come round to my place the following night, maybe watch some TV or go to the cinema if she preferred. I neglected to mention that we would have the house to ourselves, fearing that might scare her off. On reflection though, given her reaction on the phone, it may have made her even more keen.



4. Male Versus Female – A Contest

Following another dream in which I again dominated David and abused his balls, I woke feeling sexually aroused but also strong and powerful. The previous night’s events had made me see that David was not as strong as I had thought he, or boys generally I suppose, should be. Yes, David had allowed me to place him in the scissors, but he had capitulated so easily. I longed for the opportunity to dominate him again, but how could I create one. I didn’t fancy a night at the cinema nor watching TV in his house as neither activity appeared to provide anything other than a very tame date compared to last night’s. Perhaps, I thought, I would just have to settle for a “quiet” night until I could devise some way of getting him vulnerable and alone at some future date. There was also the problem of getting him to participate in an activity which would allow me to gain control over him. Fortunately, a chance meeting with my young niece brought a possible solution to that one.

A morning visit by my Aunt and her two children gave me the opportunity to see my niece playing a game called “Slappy” with her younger brother. The rules were that you put both your hands together, placed your fingertips against those of your opponent and then tried to slap their hand. If they were quick enough to avoid your slap, it was then their turn to slap you, but they were not allowed to move until your slapping hand had separated from the other hand. If they did so, you got a free hit. A good tactic, she suggested, was to twitch your hands a little. They would either move, thinking you were about to hit or freeze a little allowing for a quick slap. Playing a few games with her made me realise that the best strategy was a quick but not necessarily hard slap.

“Boys,” she said, “Often try to hit too hard which means they telegraph their attacks making them easier to avoid.”

Thus, an idea was born.

Arriving at David’s house around 7.00p.m., my heart soared when he said his parents were away and we could have the house to ourselves if we wanted to watch TV there. I had no interest in watching any TV and neither did he I thought.

“I’ve just learned a fun game”, I said before explaining the rules to him. He was quite keen to try it, and I was happy to let him win a few early rounds by trying for really hard slaps which he easily avoided and by being slow to move when it was his turn.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting?” I suggested, “Let’s try Strip Slappy”.

Unsurprisingly, he jumped at the chance and we agreed on the rules that after a successful slap, the loser would remove an item of clothing. Also, I would start wearing only my miniskirt, blouse, bra and panties whereas he would be wearing trousers, shirt, underpants and a tie. The tie, of course, was simply to equalise the number of items and he just tied it round his waist.

“Since this is your house and I am only a girl, I should get first go”, I claimed.

Eager to begin, he readily agreed and our hands were soon fingertip to fingertip. Immediately, I slapped his left hand with my right.

“I wasn’t ready”, he complained.

“Just get the tie off”, I replied.

He remained confident, however, as in practice, I had never been successful in landing a slap. On our next square up he was more wary, but I still managed to land a second slap.

“Trousers”, I shouted gleefully.

As we squared up for the third time, he was looking a bit bemused but certainly more focussed. He looked quite comical, standing there with his shirt barely covering his tight underpants.

“You have such beautiful legs”, said more to distract him than as a compliment and distract him it did. His focus gone, a quick slap led to the removal of his shirt.

Seeing the bulge in his underpants and his stiffening penis may have caused me to lose concentration for I missed my fourth attempt.

“My turn”, he exclaimed, now with a huge smile on his face, and easily hit me with his first attempt causing the loss of my miniskirt.

“I hardly felt that, are you sure you did hit?”, I asked.

He just laughed, but perhaps it was my jibe that made him miss his next attempt. My turn again, I took my time, waited and then a little twitch caused him to begin moving his hand. Although he caught himself in time, I immediately launched my next slap and caught him a beauty.

“Your underpants are mine!” I shouted and settled back to see him take the final step to nakedness.

His penis was now far more erect and I couldn’t restrain myself from stepping forward and taking it in my right hand. He mistakenly took this as an amorous invitation and moved forward, making a clumsy attempt to remove my bra.

“Bad boy”, I said pushing him away,” You only get me naked by winning the game”.

I proposed that we continue the game but as he was now naked, he would be required to pay a forfeit if he lost.

“What do you mean, what type of forfeit?”, he asked.

I just blurted it out saying he would allow me to knee him in his balls if he lost. Although he was horrified and rejected the idea, I did think I saw his penis stiffen that little bit more.

“Look, it’s all just a bit of fun, loosen up”, I suggested and after some negotiation he at least, albeit sheepishly, agreed to let me smack his bare backside 5 times if he lost. Not what I wanted but it was a start.

He was quite tentative when we squared up again, and a quick attack bought me 5 slaps to his backside. In an attempt to avoid these, he suggested doubling up the bet explaining that if he won, I would remove 2 items, but if he lost, he would owe me 15 slaps. Big mistake, as I very quickly won the next joust.

“Time to pay the piper”, I said, “Over my knee or touching your toes?”

“Just one more chance”, he begged, looking quite desperate.

I knew that I had him and agreed we would have one last game and if he won, I would strip completely but if he lost, I would be allowed to knee or kick him in the balls 10 times. He did try to argue that 10 was too much, but I had the whip hand. If he didn’t agree, I wanted my 15 slaps to his backside. He finally relented, confirming my growing view that the boy was very gullible. Maybe O was over-confident, because somehow I missed my first attempt and he scored on his turn. It was now my turn to strip and I was gutted that I had missed such a great chance to have him at my mercy..

5. If You Want To, Do It

Trying to contain my fury and frustration, I stood before a smirking David, as he waited for me to strip. It seemed so unfair to me, I had him bang to rights only for me to blow it – how did I miss that final slap. Unbuttoning my blouse, I looked down at his penis and balls and became even more determined that I would crush them tonight. Facing directly at him, I dropped my blouse on the floor, his eyes bulging as I was exposed in simply my bra and panties.

“Let’s see all thar you’ve got babe”, he said lecherously, and it was then that I lost it. Seeing his legs apart, the temptation was too much and taking him completely by surprise, I stepped forward and rammed my knees into his balls. He screamed in agony and appeared frozen before a few seconds before he clutched hid balls and fell to the floor, rolling over on to his side.

“You fucking bitch!” he cried out, “I’m going to kill you for that.”

Of course, he was in no position to do that but realising that there was no way back now, I decided to go all out. I put my foot on his left ankle and holding his right ankle in my hands, I ripped his legs apart and rolled him over to his back. Kneeling down, I placed my knees between his legs so he couldn’t close them, and then started punching his balls repeatedly. He tried protecting them with his hands but the force of my punches, even though partially blocked, was still causing him much pain as shown by his screams of agony. Pausing to catch breath I ordered him to remove his hands, or I would continue to smash his balls. Reluctant at first, he was persuaded to comply by a further few punches.

”Why are you doing this?” he asked, tears of pain now fully flowing.

I could have answered “curiosity”, but I was beginning to think that I just enjoyed hurting him. Moreover, looking at his penis, which was now more erect than ever, I realised that David also got some sexual satisfaction from my assault on his manhood.

“Look at me”, I said taking a firm grip of his balls, “I will allow you to stand if you let me give you just one kick to your balls. If you remain standing, we will have sex but if you go down, you will do whatever I ask for the rest of the night.”

In his hopeless position, he could do little else but agree. I found it quite exhilarating watching a naked man struggle to his feet and stand erect before me, legs slightly apart.

“Wider please”, I requested, partly to improve access but also to demonstrate my control over him. With absolutely no hesitation, he complied.

This was it, what I had been dreaming about, the chance to kick a male in his testicles. With easy access to his dangling balls, I took time to savour the moment. I asked him to close his eyes and began to count out loud. I assume he expected me to reach three, but it was on two that I took one step forward and launched a vicious kick to his exposed groin. Immediately, he collapsed to the floor, screaming loudly in a pitch that made me think I had popped his balls.

For the remainder of the evening, I simply toyed with my new and naked slave. I began by tying his hands behind his back using his own tie. I took photos of him in various humiliating positions, smacked his backside multiple times, used his own belt when I found my hand getting sore and even sat on his face which I found quite sexually stimulating. I experimented with knees to the balls as against kicks and found the former more satisfying. Something about my bare thigh flattening against his testicles made the difference. David was totally subjugated, and although he was in great pain, I had no sympathy for him, I just thought he was pathetic.

As I left, I reassured him that the photos taken were only for my pleasure and he had nothing to worry about on that score. Perhaps he took some comfort from the fact I told him I wouldn’t be seeing him again. In fact, my only regret of the evening was that it had all been too easy and I wanted a greater challenge. Certainly, although my curiosity had been satisfied, I wasn’t finished with ballbusting – it was far too much fun.

PS: Having left him naked and tied, I wonder if he got out of his predicament by himself. If not, I would have loved to have heard his explanation to whoever had found him.