Stopping the bully

“Hi John, Sally P. here. I fucking hate you, I hate bullies like you! My brother has a black eye again and walking with a limp! Just fucking stop hitting him you bastard!”

I pressed send and stared at my phone waiting for a response. It came through quickly.

“Your brother is a pussy”

I started furiously typing with my thumbs.

“Fuck you you bully, stop bullying him” Send

“Or what if I don’t, what you going to do it I don’t?”

I had been thinking about this for a while and I had a plan.

“Look if you stop fucking up my brother I will suck your cock once a week” send

His reply was almost instant, I knew he had a hard on for me.

“When?” He asked.

“Your mum works evenings right?” I asked knowing the answer and knowing his dad hadn’t been around in years.

“Yes” very quick reply, I bet he can’t believe his luck.

“Every Tuesday at 7?” Send

“Sure. Doesn’t change anything, your brother is still a fucking pussy!”

“No it doesn’t change anything, I still fucking hate you” send

“Fuck you Sally, Tuesday be here at 7 or your bothers gonna get proper fucked up”

“ I’ll be there”

Tuesday!

Dressed in my shortest skirt, heels, tight blouse with no bra under it, pert nipples pointing forward, I rung his bell.

“Hi” I said as he opened the door, he didn’t reply, his eyes went up and down my slender female body.

“Shall I come in?” I asked snapping him out of the trance my body seemed to have put him in. He stepped aside and shut the door behind me.
I followed him upstairs to his room.
Dropping his baggy trousers he sat back on his bed spreading his muscular thighs. His ball hung beneath his already stiffening cock and I knelt before him. “Nice package” he smiled down at me. “Wow you’re big” his cock now fully erected, he pushed his thighs wider inviting me closer, then reaching forward he gripped my head and started pulling my face towards his manhood.
Your balls are huge, so manly”

He grunted in agreement.

Cupping a ball in each hand “so big and heavy they are magnificent” men are so fucking stupid. Here he was, legs apart and his fragile precious testicles in the hands of a woman he knows hates everything about him. His only weakness, his ultimate weakness, two male eggs surrendered into my grasp.

“Get sucking slut”

Rolling his balls till both were securely trapped and with thumbs poised to press down into them, our eyes met.

“With all my strength I squeezed and pushed my thumbs down into his trapped balls. His expression changing instantly from one of total confidence to anger then shock them agony and then fear. All I a couple of seconds.

With white knuckles I could see my thumbs go deep into his balls. His body shaking and convulsing helplessly.

“Noooooooo!” He screamed in pure panic. I watched him shaking and writhing helplessly, strong male limbs flapping uselessly. Harder and harder I pressed and then it happened, first the right and then the left. With little more than a squelch everything that meant anything to him ruptured in my hands. His eyes bulging from his head, face turning purple half puking half screaming he passed out, collapsing back onto his bed.

Standing up I slipped my hand inside my skirt, turned and left.