Senior Slump Part 2: Getting Hands On

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/18y426m/senior_slump_part_1/)

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Sam made his way to the Female Studies classroom with a slight sense of unease. Penelope had been pestering him constantly about doing the reading, which he had neglected to do, and every time she had this strange look on her face which he couldn't place. Was it excitement? Worry? Arousal...? He wasn't sure, and had tried to just ignore it. His feeling of unease intensified as he entered the classroom to find all the girls giving him sidelong glances, and giggling to each other. He made his way to his seat and dropped his bag with a furrowed brow.

Next to him, Lacy cleared her throat and in a slightly higher voice than usual said,

"Uh- hi, Sam. H-how are you?"

Sam looked at her and was surprised to find her face beat red and with contorted with the same strange expression his sister had worn when pestering him that week.

"Fine...?" he said slowly, giving her an inquisitive look.

"Cool, good, yeah, me too. Uh, so, what, um, did you think about the reading?"

"I didn't do it," he said, "I-"

But at that moment he was interrupted by Ms. Powell finishing the roll call.

"Right, ladies. Let's get started, shall we?" she said, clapping her hands together, "I assume you've all done the reading?"

A shimmer of nervous giggles rippled through the students, and many shot quick glances at him, seemingly trying to gauge his reaction. He looked around with a raised eyebrow, finding himself suddenly really wishing he had done the reading. Unfortunately for him, Ms. Powell seemed to have been watching him as well.

"Or, perhaps not all of us?" she said with a smile. "Couldn't find the time to read a couple of pages, Sam?"

"Wha- Uh, I- Sorry, I guess it just slipped my mind." said Sam.

"Well, lucky for you, you get to make it up to me by being my assistant today. Come on, come up to the front."Grudgingly, Sam made his way to the front of the class to stand next to Ms. Powell.

"It's really quite fortunate that Sam here decided not to do his homework this week, girls." she said to the class, "Because today, we'll be talking about-" she stepped behind Sam, and with a swift and unexpected motion, jerked down his loose fitting basketball shorts, along with his boxers, "Balls!"

The class erupted. Gasps, screams, laughter, and even a few wolf whistles echoed off the walls as Sam stood there, stunned, cock and large balls on display for the entire class to see. A class which he suddenly remembered, included his own sister. He shot a glance at her as he quickly covered his junk. She was red in the face, biting her lip, that strange mix of excitement and trepidation on her face once again.

"And what an impressive pair you have, Sam." chuckled Ms. Powell, wrenching his hands away and cupping his balls in her hand. Sam couldn't believe this was happening. He didn't know what to do. He thought he should try to get out of it, but something kept him rooted to the spot, basking in the humiliation. He couldn't be... enjoying this...? Could he?

"Yes, ladies, today we will be talking about balls!" she gave Sam's nuts a meaty slap, which made him jump at the sudden pain. "Man's greatest natural weakness."

She moved around behind him once again, and reached around, grabbing one ball in each hand. "You see, ladies, a man's balls are the most vulnerable point on his body. All it takes is a little squeeze," she emphasized her point by squeezing Sam's balls hard, causing him to gasp in pain, "to put them on their knees." she squeezed even harder now, increasing the pressure with each passing moment.

Sam had never felt this much pain in his balls before, and he began to shake, letting out a high pitched squeak of pain. Then, as Ms. Powell's grip reached what Sam thought must be her full force, he dropped to his knees and leaned over, cupping his aching balls in his hands, quietly cursing and trembling slightly. 

"This, girls," she said, clapping Sam on the shoulder, "Is power. Round of applause for our brave, soldier, everyone. Come on."

The class clapped, some even cheered, and he looked up to see every one of them blushing furiously, and Penny, still biting her lip, eyes seemingly glued to his cock. He caught her eyes as the laughter and applause died down and she squeaked and looked away.

"Ms. Powell," said Lacy, raising her hand, "Is- Is it really okay to do that to him?"

"Of course, dear. Corporal punishment had been a part of this schools disciplinary tool set for year, as I understand it. And besides, I think he just might be enjoying the attention." replied Ms. Powell, gesturing to Sam's crotch.

Sam looked down, and only then realized that his dick was rock hard and stood at attention at it's impressive nine inches. Suddenly, as he looked around the room at all the girls staring at his hard cock, Sam felt a rush of pleasure run through him, and to his utter embarrassment, without even touching himself, he came. A spurt of semen shot from his dick unto the floor, followed by a dribble which leaked from his tip and slowly made its way down his cock. He grunted and tried once again to cover his penis, but Ms. Powell stopped him once again.The class once again erupted with noise.

"He came!" said a girl in the front row, "Oh my god, that's so embarrassing!" laughed another.

"Alright, alright, settle down, ladies, settle down." called Ms. Powell, bring the class once again to order.

"Yes. As you can see, though it may sometimes feel like men rule the world, we women have a lot more power over them as we realize." she bent down and carefully lifted Sam's cock for everyone to see, "all it took was your feminine gaze to make him cum in front of all of you, on his knees, practically presenting his balls to you." she pulled his balls up to show the class and  squeezed them tightly again, causing him to grimace in pain. Why wasn't her fighting this? Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Now, as I said at the end of last class, today we're going to be getting hands on. That means everyone." she looked around at the class, "All of you. So form a line, and you'll each get a chance to feel what it's like to kick a man right in the balls. And don't hold back, okay? Sam can it. And just to keep the noise level down a bit," before he could object, Sam felt a gag being placed in his mouth and secured behind his head.

Then, Ms. Powell grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. His mind was reeling now, his heart racing. He wanted to struggle, toe scream through his gag for them to stop, but still, something prevented him from acting, something deep inside him, from one of the dark corners of his mind where he was afraid to look- a little voice, a feeling, the knowledge that he wanted this. He was excited by it. It turned him on. No, it turned him on more than anything else ever had.

All those years of being pantsed by Lacy, of that strange twinge of excitement and discomfort he felt whenever he saw someone get hit in the balls, it had all been leading up to this moment, when all twenty five girls in this class, including his own sister, were going to line up, and one by one, kick him as hard as they could in the balls. He was ashamed, humiliated. Penny was right, he was a pervert. But in this moment, he didn't care. In this moment, with his cum drenched cock once again hard as a rock, all he could feel was excitement at the ecstatic, erotic pain he was about to endure. *He. Wanted. This.*