Tom and Nat Talk about Self-Defense

"You're taking a self-defense class?" Tom raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

 

Nat nodded, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and challenge. "Yeah, it's for girls only. They're teaching us some pretty intense moves. You know, just in case."

 

Tom leaned back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest. "Intense, huh? What kind of moves are we talking about here?"

 

Nat's cheeks flushed slightly, but she held his gaze. "Well, we're learning a lot about pressure points and stuff. You know, how to incapacitate someone without actually doing any real damage."

 

Tom's smirk grew a little wider. "Sounds like a bunch of fluff to me. How's that supposed to help you in a real situation?"

 

Nat leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table. "It's not just about hitting hard, Tom. It's about knowing where to hit. For instance, there's this one move we learned," she paused, "it's called 'the nutcracker'. You know, you grab a guy's...uh, his private parts and squeeze really hard."

 

Tom's smirk morphed into a grimace. "Jesus, Nat. That's..."

 

"Effective," Nat supplied, her voice low and a little smug. "They say it can drop a guy to his knees."

 

Tom's eyes darted down to Nat's hands, which were now demonstrating the grip on an invisible set of male genitalia. His thoughts wandered, and he couldn't help but imagine the power she held in those slender fingers. The idea of Nat, sweet, bubbly Nat, capable of such a move, sent a thrill through him that was as confusing as it was arousing. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

 

"So, you just... squeeze?" he asked, his voice a little raspy.

 

Nat nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's all about precision and timing. You have to be fast, but also strong enough to get the desired effect." She paused, looking down at her own hands, which had stopped their demonstration. "But it's not just about that. There's a whole psychological aspect to it too."

 

Tom leaned in, his curiosity piqued despite the uncomfortable twist in his gut. "What do you mean?"

 

Nat leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's about getting into the attacker's head. Making them believe that you're not just some helpless girl. You know, playing with their... vulnerabilities." Her eyes flickered down to his crotch for a brief second before snapping back up to meet his.

 

Tom's pulse quickened, his cock twitching in his pants at the thought of Nat's hands wrapped around his balls, squeezing with enough force to bring him to his knees. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his growing erection without being too obvious. The conversation was taking a turn he hadn't expected, and it was messing with his head in a way that was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

 

"So, you're saying it's all about the mind games?" he managed to croak out, his eyes lingering on Nat's full lips as she spoke.

 

Nat nodded, her expression earnest. "Exactly. You have to be in control of the situation. For instance, if a guy tries to grab you from behind, you can use your elbow to hit his testicles. It's a really sensitive spot, and if done right, it can give you the upper hand."

 

Tom's eyes widened slightly, his breath hitching as Nat mimed the action with her elbow, her eyes never leaving his. He couldn't help but imagine the scene she was painting, her lithe body moving with swift precision to deliver a blow that would leave an attacker writhing in pain. The thought of Nat being in such a situation was troubling, but the power she was describing was undeniably alluring.

 

"But, what if you miss?" he asked, his voice thick with something he couldn't quite name.

 

Nat shrugged, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Well, that's what practice is for. But even if you don't hit the bullseye, it's still going to hurt like hell. And that's all that matters, right?"

 

Tom couldn't help but picture Nat in her self-defense class, surrounded by other women, all of them learning to exploit a man's most sensitive spots. The thought of Nat, dressed in workout gear, sweat glistening on her skin as she practiced these moves, sent a shiver down his spine.

 

"But what if the attacker's wearing a cup?" he questioned, trying to sound skeptical despite the growing tension in his pants.

 

Nat leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts, which pushed them up and made Tom's gaze briefly flicker down before he could stop it. "Ah, the cup," she said, as if she'd read his mind. "Some attackers might be prepared, but that doesn't mean you can't adapt. If they're wearing a cup, you just have to be a little more...creative. You slip your hand under it, like this," she demonstrated, her hand sliding under an invisible barrier, "and grab the testicles from below. It's like a surprise attack from the inside."

 

Tom's mouth went dry as Nat's words painted a vivid picture. He felt his own testicles tighten in reflex, his body responding to the imagined threat with a strange mix of fear and arousal. He couldn't believe he was sitting here, discussing such intimate and violent details with Nat. But the more she talked, the more he found himself drawn into the topic, his thoughts racing with the implications of her newfound skills.

 

"But what if you're in a situation where you can't get that close?" he asked, his voice a little too eager.

 

Nat's smile grew sly. "Well, that's when you get creative. You can use your knee, you know the classic move from the front. Or, if you're on the ground, you can bring your heel up into their crotch." She mimed the motion with her foot, her heel pointing towards the ceiling. "It's all about using what you've got, you know?"

 

Tom's eyes followed the arc of her leg, his imagination running wild with scenarios that involved Nat's foot connecting with male anatomy. He could feel his heart racing, his cock straining against his pants, and he was acutely aware of how his body was betraying his supposed skepticism. The sight of Nat, so confident and in control, discussing such brutal tactics was a heady mix of terror and excitement.

 

"But what if you're facing multiple attackers?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

 

Nat tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, then it's all about distraction and misdirection. You might not be able to take them all down with one move, but if you can incapacitate one, it gives you a better chance against the others." She paused, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of explaining her newfound knowledge. "Let's say you kick one in the nuts, hard enough to drop him. The pain is so intense, it'll buy you time. And if you do it right, the others might think twice before coming at you."

 

Tom felt his cock throb in response to Nat's casual discussion of violence. It was wrong, he knew, but he couldn't help it. The image of Nat standing tall, surrounded by fallen men, was surprisingly hot. "What's your favorite technique?" he found himself asking, his voice a little too gruff.

 

Nat thought for a moment before her eyes lit up. "Probably the knee to the groin," she said with a wicked smile. "It's quick, it's dirty, and it gets the job done. Plus, it's easy to do without looking like you're trying to do it."

 

Tom felt his own balls tighten at the thought, his arousal growing with each passing second. He couldn't believe the effect Nat's words were having on him, but he couldn't deny the thrill of imagining her in a situation where she could use these moves. "So, how many times have you actually gone for a guy's balls?" he asked, trying to sound casual despite the growing tension in his voice.

 

Nat tilted her head to the side, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, I've had to use it a few times," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Let's just say, I've got a pretty good track record."

 

Tom's mind reeled with the implications of Nat's words. He had to know more. "But, do you learn to hit anywhere else? Like, other sensitive spots?"

 

Nat leaned back, a knowing smile playing across her lips. "Well, the instructor says that the groin is the best target because it's easy to reach and incredibly effective. But we've also touched on some other areas, like the eyes and throat."

 

Tom's curiosity grew as he pictured Nat in a room full of women, all of them learning to be formidable forces to be reckoned with. "What else have you learned?"

 

Nat leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, we've had some male volunteers come in so we can practice on them."

 

Tom's eyes widened, his arousal spiking even further. "You mean, like, real guys? You've actually hit them?"

 

Nat nodded, her smile turning into a full-blown grin. "Yeah, they come in with all their gear on, except for, you know, down there." She made a vague gesture towards her own crotch. "They're all padded up except for their... package."

 

Tom's cock swelled at the thought of Nat practicing on a man, her hand wrapping around an unprotected set of balls and squeezing with all her might. He could almost hear the muffled grunts of pain and the sound of the guy's knees hitting the mat. "So, you just... go for it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

Nat nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, we take turns. It's weird at first, but you get over it pretty quickly. And it's not like we're actually trying to hurt them. We're just learning the right amount of pressure." She paused, her gaze lingering on his crotch again before darting back up to his face. "But, I have to admit, there's something kind of... satisfying about watching a guy's face when you get it right."

 

Tom's arousal grew, his mind racing with images of Nat in action, her hand wrapping around a man's unprotected testicles and applying just the right amount of pressure to make him crumble. He shifted in his chair, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there was no escaping the throbbing in his pants.

 

Nat, seemingly oblivious to Tom's growing discomfort, went on with her story. "Yeah, it's pretty intense. The guys are all tough, they know it's part of the class, but you can tell when one of us really nails it. Their eyes just pop out and they make this sound," she mimicked a high-pitched whine that made Tom's cock jump. "And the best part," she continued, her voice taking on a darker tone, "is that they can't hit back. They're just there to let us practice. It's like... we're the ones in charge for once."

 

Tom nodded, his throat dry. He could see it now, Nat standing over a man, her hand clamped onto his balls, her body poised and powerful as he writhed beneath her. The thought was so vivid, so raw, that it was all he could do to keep his hands from shaking. "Do you enjoy it?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

 

Nat's smile grew a little wicked. "It's weird, but yeah, there's something...exciting about it. I think the guys get off on it too, in a weird way. You know, the whole 'pain is pleasure' thing." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Some of them even come back for more, begging to be the ones we practice on."

 

Tom's eyes darted to her face, his cheeks flushing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wait, so, it turns them on?"

 

Nat shrugged, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Some of them, I guess. They're always asking for more, saying they can handle it. But you can totally tell when they're getting hard."

 

Tom's jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

 

Nat nodded, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Yeah, it's pretty wild. You can see their dicks just pop up when we get a good grip." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Some of the girls even tease them about it, saying things like, 'Looks like you're enjoying this a little too much'."

 

Tom's cock was now straining painfully against his zipper, and he found himself shifting in his seat again. "But, Nat, isn't that... I mean, isn't it a bit cruel?"

 

Nat waved her hand dismissively. "It's all consensual, Tom. They know what they're signing up for. And it's for a good cause. We're learning to protect ourselves." She leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up in a way that was definitely not accidental. "Besides, it's not like we're actually trying to castrate them or anything. It's just a little... reminder of their vulnerability."

 

Tom's eyes darted down to her chest before snapping back up to her face, his cheeks reddening. "But, the erections, Nat. That's gotta be weird."

 

Nat giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yeah, it is at first. But you get used to it. And honestly, it's kind of a power trip. Knowing that you can do that to a guy without even trying? It's pretty hot."

 

Tom's cock was now painfully hard, and he could feel pre-cum seeping through his boxers. He tried to keep his face neutral, not wanting Nat to know just how much her words were affecting him.

 

"Sometimes," Nat continued, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "the guys get so turned on by the pain that they actually...you know, cum." She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking down to Tom's crotch before quickly looking away. "It's like their body's way of saying 'okay, okay, you win'."

 

Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The thought of Nat causing such a powerful reaction in a man was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. "So, you're saying that these guys... cum from the pain?" he asked, his voice a little too high.

 

Nat nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, it's pretty intense. And the best part is, they're totally powerless to stop it. It just happens. It's like their bodies are betraying them." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked on Tom's. "It's a huge turn-on, knowing that you can make a guy do that just by squeezing his balls."

 

Tom's cock twitched in his pants, the image of Nat's hand around a man's balls, milking them until he came, was too much. He swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry. "So, it's like... you're in control?"

 

Nat's smile grew even more wicked. "Exactly. It's like squeezing a lemon, but instead of juice, you're getting... something else." She leaned back, her eyes traveling down to Tom's crotch again before she caught herself and blushed. "I mean, it's a bit of a rush, knowing you can do that to someone. Make them feel so much pain, and yet, there's this... other side to it."

 

Tom felt his arousal spike at her words, his cock pulsing in his pants. He was desperately trying to keep his thoughts in check, but Nat's casual talk about causing pain to men was doing things to him that he didn't quite understand. "So, it's like... a dominance thing?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.

 

Nat's eyes widened slightly before she grinned. "I guess you could say that. There's definitely a thrill in knowing you have that kind of power over someone. To make them feel something so intense, and have them be completely at your mercy." She leaned in closer, her breath warm on his cheek. "It's like... squeezing the cum right out of them," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

 

Tom felt his body tense, his cock pulsing as the image of Nat's hand, tightening around a man's balls until he came, filled his mind. He couldn't believe the conversation had turned so sexual, so fast. And he couldn't believe that he was getting off on it. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and with a strangled moan, he came in his pants.

 

Nat's eyes widened as she noticed the sudden change in Tom's demeanor. She followed his gaze down to the growing wet spot spreading on the crotch of his jeans. Her mouth fell open in shock and she sat back, blinking rapidly. "Oh my god, Tom," she gasped, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and something else. Something darker.

 

Tom's face was scarlet, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. He tried to mumble an apology, but the words caught in his throat. He couldn't believe he'd just cum in front of Nat, his best friend, because of a conversation about her self-defense class.

 

Nat stared at him, her own cheeks flaming with a mix of shock and something that looked suspiciously like arousal. "Tom, are you okay?" she finally managed to ask, her voice unsteady.

 

Tom's eyes darted around the room, trying to find a way to escape the mortifying situation. "Yeah, I just... I guess I got a little... excited," he stammered, trying to play it off.

 

Nat's shock slowly morphed into something else, something that made Tom's heart race even faster. She leaned in closer, her eyes darkening with a hunger he hadn't seen before. "You liked that, didn't you?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "The thought of me, making a man cum from pain?"

 

Tom's mouth was dry as dust, his heart hammering against his ribs. He nodded, unable to find the words to explain just how much he liked it. The room felt like it was closing in around him, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

 

Nat's eyes searched his face, her expression unreadable. "How much?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "How much do you like the idea of me...doing that?"

 

Tom's throat constricted, his heart racing as he tried to form a coherent response. "I... I don't know," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The truth was, he had never felt anything quite like this before. The mix of fear and excitement was intoxicating, and he was both horrified and fascinated by his own reaction.

 

Nat leaned back in her chair, her gaze never leaving his face. "Why don't you come to class?" she suggested, her voice still carrying that dark, seductive tone. "You could be one of our volunteers. Then you'd really understand."

 

Tom's eyes widened, his mind racing. "What? Me?" he squeaked, trying to keep his voice steady.

 

Nat nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, think about it. You'd get to see the moves up close, and maybe even learn a thing or two." She leaned in, her voice a whisper. "And I could show you exactly what it feels like."

 

Tom's breath hitched at the thought. He had never considered the idea of being on the receiving end of Nat's self-defense techniques. The thought was both terrifying and incredibly erotic. "I don't know if I could handle it," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

 

Nat leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "You'd be surprised what you can handle," she said, her voice low and husky. "We've got a whole arsenal of moves. There's the classic nutcracker, of course. That's where you grab the balls and squeeze until they feel like they're going to pop." She demonstrated the move with her hands, her fingers curling in a vice-like grip that made Tom's own balls clench in fearful anticipation.

 

He couldn't believe the turn the conversation had taken, but he couldn't deny the arousal that was building in his groin. The thought of Nat's hands on him, her strength and precision, was a heady mix of terror and excitement. His breath grew shallow as he listened to her describe each move in detail, his cock swelling with every word.

 

"And then there's the 'scissor lock'," Nat went on, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You squeeze their balls with your thighs until they can't move. It's like you're crushing them in a vice." She demonstrated the move with her legs, crossing and uncrossing them in a way that was definitely not innocent.

 

Tom felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as he watched Nat's legs. He couldn't help but imagine those thighs wrapped around his own body, his cock trapped between them, her strength overpowering him. His arousal was building again, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the same pressure Nat was describing in such vivid detail.

 

"But wait," Nat said, her eyes lighting up. "I haven't even told you about the 'knee to the groin' move. That's probably the best one." She leaned in closer, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "You just lift your knee and slam it into their nuts," she demonstrated with a swift motion, her leg shooting up.

 

Tom's eyes were glued to Nat's thighs, his imagination running wild. The thought of Nat delivering such a powerful blow was too much for him. He felt the beginnings of another orgasm, his cock swelling painfully in his pants. He tried to hold it back, but it was no use. His body was responding to Nat's words in a way that was beyond his control.

 

With a strangled groan, Tom felt his orgasm crash over him again. His hips bucked and his body tensed as he came, his cum spurting out and soaking the fabric of his pants. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode the wave of pleasure and pain.

 

When he finally opened them, Nat was watching him with a look that was a mix of shock, amusement, and something else that made his heart race even faster. She had leaned back in her chair, her own legs spread slightly, and he couldn't help but think she was enjoying the show.

 

"Wow, Tom," she said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and mirth. "I had no idea you were so...interested in our little self-defense class."

 

Tom's face flushed a deeper shade of red, his eyes darting around the room in embarrassment. He didn't know what to say. The situation was so unexpected, so surreal. He had never thought of Nat in this way before, never imagined her as anything but a friend. But now, as he sat there, his pants wet with his own cum, he couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at her power and confidence.

 

Nat leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "Seriously, Tom," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You should come to class. You'd make a great volunteer." She paused, her gaze lingering on his crotch before returning to his face. "And maybe, just maybe, I'd let you see what it's really like to be on the receiving end."

 

Tom felt his heart race at the thought. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating. He knew he should be mortified, but instead, he found himself nodding slowly. "Okay," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'll come."