An Arrogant Male 3 – Mark’s Housemate

Part 3 of a four part story in which two girls seeking revenge find events spiralling out of control. the first part can be found at:
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“Who have we here,” I enquired of Beth, “and what do we do with him?”

Beth recognised the newcomer as Keith, Mark’s housemate. Although she had no remorse over the considerable damage she had inflicted on Mark, she was concerned having witnessed me assaulting an innocent man in his own home, a guy who had understandably gone to the aid of his friend. Keith was screaming for me to get off him and I did so, allowing him to get up. He struggled to do this as his hands remained tied behind his back and, of course, his leg was quite sore (but not broken as I had initially suspected).

“You are in serious trouble girl,” he shouted, glaring straight at me and for the first time I got a good look at his face.

Still holding the baseball bat, I thrust it straight into his solar plexus, doubling him up. I followed this up by a knee to the face and as he staggered backwards, I had a clear view of my favourite target. I crashed a powerful kick right into his testicles, his eyes bulged, and he crumpled to the floor.

“What are you doing?”, Beth exclaimed in some alarm, “He’s done nothing wrong.”

However, recalling some of the images I had viewed on Mark’s phone, I knew that he had. One of those images was of a girl whose face was covered in cum, the second was of the same girl on her knees, her head being forced into a man’s groin and the third showed the face of the man receiving a blow job – and it was Keith’s smirking face that I had recognised.

“Have a look at the images on Mark’s phone”, I suggested to Beth, “They will explain why Keith deserves all that is coming to him.

To his credit, despite the earlier pain I had inflicted on him, Keith hadn’t cried like a baby as Mark had done. That was about to change. As he was lying on his back, I found it easy to prise his knees apart prior to grinding my right knee down into his balls. He initially tried to bear the pain, but my relentless crushing of his testicles broke him. To my enormous satisfaction, he finally began to scream in agony and begged me to stop.

Time to address Beth’s concerns, I thought. I asked her to open Whatsapp on Mark’s phone and to pass it to me. I found the offensive images and showed them to Beth so she could see the type of guy we were dealing with. As she was looking at the photos, I turned my attention back to Keith.

“You are in serious trouble boy,” I said, mimicking his earlier remark to me.

I sat on his stomach, facing away from his head. The first task was to remove his wide heavy belt with its enormous buckle. This enabled me to loosen the top button of his trousers and slowly begin pulling down the zip of his trousers. His protests and helplessness simply made my enjoyment of the task all the greater, particularly as I pushed down his trousers and underpants to reveal his cock and balls. It always seemed to give me a rush, seeing a man’s naked genitals whilst I was fully clothed. Rising, I walked down to his feet and removed his shoes and socks before stripping him of his trousers and pants. He could do little but fume and curse, but it was now time for me to find out more about the disturbing images of Keith and the girl.

On his back and unable to use his arms, all he could do to resist was kick his legs and thrash about. This caused me little difficulty as all I needed to do was sit back on his stomach and take a firm grip of his balls. This had the effect of crushing his resistance, and I was about to begin his interrogation when I heard Beth shout at Mark. Looking over at her, I saw that she was now straddling Mark’s chest and had thrust the phone into his face.

“Have you ever been with this girl?” she demanded to know, showing him one of the images.

His denial was met by a series of stinging slaps to his face. Unfortunately for Mark, Beth had found other photos on his phone, these being of him taking the unfortunate girl from behind. Beth was not prepared to let this go.

“Who is the girl in the photo?”, she asked him, clearly furious now.

“I don’t remember,” he answered meekly, a reply which earned him three hard punches to his testicles.

“I honestly don’t remember,” he shouted, imagining that adding the word “honestly” would make some difference.

This time, Beth grabbed and squeezed his testicles and with no prospect of her letting them go, Mark suddenly did remember shouting out “Kalinka, Kalinka”.

“Release my balls and I’ll explain everything,” he pleaded.

As Mark now seemed eager to spill all the beans, there was no need for me to interrogate Keith. The gist of Mark’s explanation was that Kalinka was a whore, supplied to Mark and Keith by a mutual friend called James. Sometimes James took photos of the sex and sent them to his clients perhaps thinking this would remind them of the great time they had enjoyed and make them more likely to use his services again. Beth asked Mark why he needed to use a prostitute when he had a girlfriend plus, it appeared multiple affairs.

“She was happy to do anything I wanted,” he explained, not realising that this admission placed his genitals in even greater danger.

Before Beth could administer further pain, the chime of a text message came, emanating from Keith’s trouser pocket. Retrieving the phone, I used face recognition again to access Keith’s message which read, “Will drop Kalinka off. Can’t stay have another client. Will collect cash when I pick Kalinka up.”

“The message is from James,” I announced to all before asking Keith directly, “What time is he due to arrive?”

Keith’s smirk had returned as he believed his rescue was imminent. Evidently, he had known that James was going to be coming round.

“He will be here shortly,” he replied, “and you two had better be gone before he arrives if you know what is good for you.”

I decided it was time to just shut Keith up, so I picked up one of his socks and rammed it into his mouth. He did gag at first but couldn’t spit it out and realising he could no longer communicate, he eventually went quiet. I asked Beth to similarly gag Mark explaining that we didn’t want them shouting a warning to James when he arrived. This gave the two males some hope, as they assumed James was about to appear. I would have liked to reassure Beth that James‘s arrival was not imminent, but the doorbell went before I could do so. Seeing the panic in her eyes, I could do nothing to reassure her at that moment.

“Leave this to me,” I suggested, “I’m sure Mark and Keith will be well behaved while I get the door.”

I left the living room to answer the door and, as I expected, there I found the girl from the photographs. Surprised to see a woman meeting her, Kalinka hesitated to enter the house and when I told her that her services would not be needed tonight, she began to panic.

“But if I don’t earn money for James, he will beat me,” she blurted out and began crying.

This was not a development I had anticipated but I tried to calm her down asking why she would get a beating just because two clients no longer wanted her services. I invited her in but only as far as the lobby because I didn’t want her to see what we were doing to the guys in the living room. As she explained her situation, however, I felt we had to try to help her as, in a sense, we were the cause of her current predicament.

Kalinka had explained that she had paid a considerable amount of money to be transported from her home in Moldova to the UK. Unfortunately, not having the full amount required, she had still owed them a fair bit of money which she was supposed to work off and pay back here in the UK. The man called James, she explained, had taken over the debt and she was now, in effect, working as a prostitute for him. He had her passport, but she’d made little inroads into the debt due and had little optimism she would be able to do so in the near future. She baulked at my suggestion that I take her to the police or that she should run away.

“I have nowhere to go,” she explained, “and I really need to get my passport back.

Deciding that there must be something that we could do, I invited her into the living room. Whether it was the tension that had built up in her, or the scene she encountered, she burst out laughing when she saw Keith naked from the waist down and Mark totally stripped with Beth holding a leash which seemed to be attached to Mark’s balls. I needed to discuss the situation with Beth so I asked Kalinka if she would do me a favour. Handing her the scissors, I asked her to cut off Keith’s remaining clothes. I just thought that humiliating the man who had earlier abused her might act as some form of therapy for her.

Sharing with Beth that James would be coming round later, I suggested that there was no reason why we shouldn’t be able to overcome him just as we had done the other two men. After all, surprise would be on our side. We might then be able to retrieve Kalinka’s passport and enable her to escape from his control. Having agreed that we should at least try this, we looked over to see how Kalinka was getting on. Not only had she made quick work of cutting up and removing his clothes, she looked as though she was about to remove his testicles.

“Balls or prick?” she asked while pulling his ball sack vertically with one hand whilst holding the scissors open with the other and looking intent on cutting his balls off.

With his sock in his mouth, he was unable to make any reply but the panicky and urgent muffled noise emerging from his mouth indicated that he was certain he was about to be castrated.

“I’ll grant you one last wank,” she said, and grabbing his cock with her right hand, she began stroking slowly. Remarkably, Keith became erect, and Katrina began caressing his ball with her left hand and increased the pace of her stroke with the right. His orgasm, when it came, produced a massive volume of cum and Kalinka looked quite imperious compared to the nervous timid female who had knocked at the door. She moved up to straddle the top part of his chest and pulled the sock from his mouth.

“Please don’t cut me,” he wept, “please, I’ll do anything, anything.”

“Get me a spoon,” Kalinka asked of us.

It was a pathetic but an arousing sight I was witnessing, and one I wasn’t prepared to leave. Beth, however, obliged and fetched a spoon from the kitchen. Kalinka, smiling quite sweetly, then calmly spoon-fed Keith his own cum, scraping as much as she could from his belly and ladling it into his mouth. He occasionally choked and spluttered but Kalinka ensured he swallowed his full load.

Keith looked absolutely terrified as Kalinka wiped the excess cum from around his mouth with his sock before stuffing the sock back into his mouth. He still feared he was about to lose his testicles. Removing her shoes, Kalinka ordered Keith to open his legs. Shaking like a leaf, Keith felt compelled to comply and began weeping as he saw Kalinka move to stand between his legs. Mesmerised at the scene, I saw her raise her right leg before stomping viciously down on his balls and subsequently ground them into the floor. She repeated this action three times and I swear on her third effort, I heard Keith’s balls pop. Certainly, she saw little point in continuing his punishment as Keith had passed out.

It was now Mark’s turn to be terrified as he saw Kalinka look over at him with an evil smile on her face. Mortified and yet entranced at seeing the destruction of his friend, somehow Mark had managed to become aroused, and his erection was enormous. It certainly presented an excellent target for the smiling and advancing Kalinka. Fortunately for him, at that exact moment another text came in from James announcing he was just drawing up outside in his car.

Keith was totally out of it and Mark was gagged but we had little time to plan any concerted action. I grabbed the baseball bat, Beth picked up the scissors but Kalinka panicked and ran into the kitchen. Moving into the lobby, I just managed to slip behind the opening front door as James barged in without ringing the bell as we had expected. Although we were caught unawares by his abrupt entrance, he also froze momentarily when confronted by Beth brandishing a pair of scissors. This gave me the opportunity to swing the bat hard into the back of his legs causing him to fall to his knees. Beth then stepped forward and rammed the scissors into his left shoulder. The coup de grace, however, was delivered by Kalinka who arrived carrying a heavy frying pan which she hammered down on James’s head, knocking him out stone cold.

He was heavier than the other two men, but we managed to drag him into the living room. Beth once again went for the duct tape but Kalinka insisted on stripping the man completely first. She took considerable joy in wrenching out the scissors. Once James was completely naked and the duct tape subsequently applied, Kalinka looked straight at me and said simply, “Now it’s my time”.