Susan the Punisher: John's painful lesson on summer vacation in the Hamptons (Part 1)

**Susan the Punisher: John's painful lesson on summer vacation in The Hamptons (Part 1)**


Every summer in the 90's my family and I went on vacation to our summer house in The Hamptons with the Sanders couple, friends of my parents, and their son John who was a year older than me. John was a handsome guy but arrogant and self-confident.


John's father was a bully and aggressive "toxic man" who, as John grew up, he became more like him. I was 19 the summer I will tell you about. John was two years older than me, and the truth is that he was handsome, muscular, and with a big "package" between his legs that he was proud of, and it was important to him that everyone knew about it and saw it.


John always walked around in baggy sweatpants with no underwear, or sometimes just baggy boxer briefs, and made sure to break his legs or lift one of them to reveal his impressive balls and cock to whoever was sitting in front of him.


John's mother would reprimand him from time to time, but his father would give her a stern look or silence her with a domineering tone, "What do you want from the boy? Leave him alone," and he seemed to be proud of his eldest son and his impressively large organs, what Which added to the fact that I couldn't stand him because he was the type of man that makes you want to vomit from their attitude towards women in general and the women who surround them in particular.

On the first day of vacation, John joined me and my brother for a trip to the beach, where we met friends we had known for years. As we started to get into the water John came up behind me and quickly pulled down the bottom of my swimsuit and I was left naked and amazed in front of my brother and the other guys. He rolled with laughter for minutes and made me feel humiliated. I am not ashamed of my body, and I regularly sunbathe naked on nudist beaches, but no one will decide for me when and in front of whom I will stand naked. I angrily left the place when in the background I heard my brother saying to John "Besides you're an idiot, she'll make sure you pay for it", and John laughing and answering him, " What can she do?".


After two hours John returned home alone and immediately went into the shower to wash and remove the sand. The house was completely empty, and he had no idea that I was going to make him pay for his actions. After a minute I heard the noise of the water stream in the shower. The bathroom door wasn't locked, and because of the noise of the running water, he didn't hear me open it to take a peek and see what was going on inside, and I saw that he managed to take the bathing suit off one leg and put it on the toilet lid next to the shower in the bathroom.

His big balls were swinging between his legs low in his flabby scrotum. He was busy cleaning the sea sand that got into the folds of the foreskin of his cock, so he didn't notice that I quickly approached him until I was standing right behind him. The gust of wind that the movement of my body created caused him to start raising his head, but it was already too late because the fingers of my right hand that I quickly sent between his sturdy and well-defined legs had already closed tightly around the root of his scrotum and pulled his heavy balls down and back between his legs.


From his reflection in the mirror, I saw how his mouth and eyes were wide open in astonishment, at the same time I felt how big, heavy, and hot his balls were. I grew up with two brothers and three cousins older than me, and in order to survive I learned through them everything there is to know about guys' balls and how sensitive they are. But with John the job was easier because none of my brothers and cousins had such big balls and such a big and flexible scrotum.


I decided to take full advantage of the complete shock that the young and surprised male was in to complete the hold on him, and I sent my left hand to his well-groomed hair, I held him firmly and pulled his head back with it while at the same time my right hand increased the pulling of his balls back between his legs. John stretched his body back as far as he could and finally screamed, "Ahhh, aaaaapffff, my balls, aaahhhh, release them, release my balls," and he sent one hand to grab the wrist of the hand that was pulling his hair, and he sent the other hand to grab the elbow of the hand that was holding his balls.


There is no more empowering feeling for a girl than controlling a man by his balls, especially if the man is the bully and arrogant type of man like John. Part of the empowerment comes from the humiliated and helpless look they suddenly have in their eyes. In an instant, all the self-confidence of these chauvinist thugs' collapses, and they find themselves helpless, begging for the mercy of a girl whom until a moment ago they considered weak and physically inferior to them.


"It's time to teach you how weak men really are, so you'll think twice before you get involved and humiliate a girl," I said to John as I stuck my toe between his two huge balls locked in my hand and he immediately let out a scream of pain, "What are you doing? Please leave my balls", and I felt his legs begin to shake from the intensity of the pain and the position I imposed on his body. I knew that I had to constantly increase my ability to control him because he was taller and stronger than me, I was not allowed to give him even one moment of respite from pain so that he would not recover from the shock. I immediately and quickly stuck my right knee behind his leg and forced him to start getting down on his knees.


At this point I released the hairs of his head, gave him a powerful push in the back and he sent his arms forward to stop the fall. Now he reached the position I was aiming for - on all fours, and I immediately completed the move by sitting on his back with the front of my body facing his butt. "Ahhhhhh. My balls. Please, please, let them go, mercy, it hurts," I heard him filter between his teeth and muster all his strength not to cry. But I still wasn't ready to give up the pleasure of controlling him and the need to repay him for the humiliation I suffered from him. I remember his scrotum was so big and flabby that I was easily able to pull his two huge balls back and up so I could see them fully.

**To be continued**