Kick-Tortured and Teased part 3: Exposed

The next morning I was awoken by the voice of my stepmother. I opened my eyes and looked up to see her standing over me looking down.

Sharon was an attractive woman. She was around 5'6" tall. Early 40s, very curvy but reasonably fit. She had naturally dark hair with purple highlights, brown eyes and wore glasses. She worked in an office for a shipping company. She always looked good when she was going to her job. I found professional women in office attire sexy.

"Why are you still down on the floor?" she asked.

"Stephanie said something about Krista Kicking you in the balls?" Sharon continued.

As she talked I could feel something touching the inside of my inner thighs. And also a lot of tightness and achiness in my crotch. As she was talking to me I tried to sit up but the ache immediately became a sharp pain. So I just stayed down on my back, at my stepmother's feet. I was naked except for a thin bedsheet, and laying spread eagle because I couldn't close my legs due to the object between them.

I reached down and felt my balls. I was shocked to realize what was touching my inner thighs was my scrotum, as my balls were both the size of large grapefruits and the sac was swollen with fluid. It was almost the size of a soccer ball.

Insanely, even though I was obviously grievously injured now, I was still really horny. I mean I was a 19 year-old boy who hadn't released in over a week. And, of course, I couldn't help but notice Sharon's outfit.

It was an especially good one today.

She was wearing a very flattering and fitted black stretchy skirt and a patterned see-through blouse over a tight black undershirt. She had on nude hose and strappy, platform, spike-heel sandals that matched her skirt. She had her hair up and looked really sexy. It was awkward for me to say the least.

"I'm fine," I answered.

She scanned my body with her brown eyes and noticed the red stains near my crotch.

Sharon said "What the hell?!" She bent down, grabbed the sheet, pulled it away in a whoosh and tossed it aside.

She gasped and let out a small screech. In her shock she stumbled back several steps, covering her mouth in awe.

"What the hell happened to you?" she excitedly asked. "You must be in agony!"

I continued to downplay the situation to avoid any further embarrassment or humiliation.

"I'm fine. It's just some swelling but it's not a big deal. It looks way worse than it is. I dropped a box at work and it hit me. Krista was just saying that to Stephanie joking around" I falsely explained

"A box my ass!" Sharon yelled. "How is it all bruised and scraped? It looks like you've been stomped on by a female army in heels!"

"Nah the box had a staple sticking out a little. But I'm totally fine. I swear." I continued to lie.

Sharon softened a bit and loosened her posture. She started back over to me with a mixed expression of fear, disgust and curiosity on her face, her arms crossed over her breasts. I felt my ruined penis stirring and thought how the fuck was I getting so turned on? Oh yeah- I was laying at the high-heel clad feet of a beautiful, older woman and I was hurt, naked and completely helpless. I actually was a doormat.

I could feel my cock stiffening rapidly, causing a wave of more pain. Fucking Stephanie. I had already been hurt really bad. And then she had to do that to me? For what? Just for her fun? I felt disgusted in myself for letting Stephanie, and Krista for that matter, do this much damage to me. To be honest, they had totally taken advantage of me. And I had helped them. Now I was a mess. Maybe permanently. And I was too much in love with Krista and worried about appearances to ask for help. I couldn't even admit how badly damaged I was. And on top of all that my desires were, even now, making me feel extremely submissive to these women.

Sharon couldn't help but see my penis hardening. She kind of got a mischievous smile as she walked over.

When she was standing right next to my hip she stopped and bent down a bit and looked at my crotch. She crinkled her nose and asked incredulously, "So all that and it doesn't hurt?"

"I'm fine!" again lying.

She laid her hand on the desk chair next to the bed to steady herself, pulled up her skirt up a bit on her thigh (Oh my gosh oh my gosh what is she doing to me) and lifted her foot. She started examining my mangled ballsack by prodding and stabbing it with the heel of her shoe, looking into my eyes to see if I registered pain.

"So you're ok with me doing that?" she asked. I perceived a stifled chuckle in her voice now.

"No prob" I groaned.

She looked at the disfigured scrotum and pursed her lips and again crinkled her nose and continued stabbing and prodding it with the sharp tip of her high heel. She obviously didn't want to touch it since it disgusted her.

My dick was now painfully throbbing and leaking precum down the shaft.

She then stepped fully on my balls with her entire shoe (it easily fit with how badly swollen I was). The heel was digging into the injured flesh and the platform toe crushing down agonizingly on my nuts. The full weight of her leg brought to bare on my suffering testicles.

I couldn't help but moan.

She pretended not to hear me and looked right into my eyes, increasing the pressure. She was obviously enjoying this now.

I couldn't breath. I was sweating.

Sharon looked down at the helpless crotch she was mercilessly crushing. She kind of adjusted her glasses and now was focusing on my leaky member.

She lifted off of my balls and took her heel and jabbed it right into one of the abrasions on the underside of my dick near the head. She stabbed her stiletto into the sensitive raw flesh and crushed the rock-hard erection all the way down so that the topside was touching my pelvis and lower abdomen. She twisted her foot side to side so that her heel was grinding and drilling into the freshly-opened wound.

I was moaning and sweating and breathing irregularly.

Sharon just continued to casually torture me, feigning ignorance to the pain and damage she was inflicting.

She looked down her nose into my anguished eyes, smiled an evil grin and said "Come on now that has to be hurting you?"

I couldn't answer this time at all. I only moaned. I couldn't even see, my eyes were watering so bad.

My condition didn't stop her. She actually pushed her heel in harder and continued to grind away. I think I was able to see her very slightly grit her teeth.

She said "Come on admit this hurts and I'll stop!"

I said nothing, I couldn't have even if I had wanted to. Only illegible sounds of pain escaped my lips.

Sharon looked down at what she was doing and now saw a small tendril of blood leaking from under her heel.

"Ew!" she said as if it was my fault and lifted her shoe painfully off of me.

She peered down on me disgustedly and dragged her heel up and down my thigh, using my bare skin to wipe her shoe but simultaneously gauging and scraping me. She wiped her whole shoe on my nude torso just to be sure.

She said, "Alright then, you're on your own. I'm going to work. See ya." She then walked out, without even covering me back up, leaving me battered and naked on the cold floor.

As I passed back out from the pain and emotional exhaustion I couldn't help but think of the click of her heels on the floor and how her ample but firm ass wiggled as she walked out my door.......