Painful Debating Club Lesson

I loved debating club. It was a once weekly event and there were ten of us, eight girls and two guys. The topics tended to be a bit female biased but I didn’t mind this and I found it fascinating listening to all the different views.

We discussed all sorts of topics, from ‘do women make better leader in politics?’ to ‘is positive discrimination fair?’ but tonight’s topics was on ‘which sex do you think is the superior sex?’.

I got there just before it started and sat down beside Dawn. “Hi Dawn”, I said as I sat down. Everyone was from the same uni so some of us knew each other well. “What do you think the outcome to tonight’s debate will be, think we will decide the obvious, that girls are superior?”, Dawn asked me. “No chance, men rule the world”, I said jokingly sitting down. As I glanced down at her blocky sexy black shoes a certain fear went through my body as I thought to myself that I wouldn’t want to get kicked in my boy plumbs by those.

The chairs were set in a circle with everyone looking inwards. The debate for the evening got started when Claire, who was the chairwoman, said “Ok, Dawn, you start, which sex is the superior sex?”. Dawn started the debate well explaining that there were pluses and minuses for both sexes but she felt that the XY chromosome gave women the advantage because this chromosome could repair itself and this meant women lived longer and as such were superior. A very interesting start I thought and was looking forward to the rest of the debate.

John was asked to speak next, he was the only other male here apart from me. “Women are so weak, they don’t have testosterone and are physically weaker and they are only there to serve men sexually.” I looked at John thinking he was joking but to my surprise he was not. I could see by the look on some of the other girls faces that they did not like this simplistic misogynistic view.

“Ok, thanks for that John, and what about you Ben, what do you think?” Claire asked in a calm way. I started slowly but I essentially said that I too felt men were superior as they were better at sports and earned much more than women.

“Thank you, Ben. Now it’s my turn, John please stand up, I’d like to demo four reasons why I think women are superior”, Claire said in a calm way. Generally the debates were good natured so John was happy to act as the demo and it looked like his misogynistic view had been forgotten.

John was now standing and Claire was directly opposite so I could see John’s face and the back of Claire’s head. Claire was a stunning looking girl. She had bronzed tanned skin and was wearing a blue and yellow short skirt which showed her tanned legs to perfection and a black lace top where you could see her black bra through it. She also had on red, block healed, curved toe shoes.

“Ok, John the first two reasons I think women are superior are these”, Claire said as she pushed up her boobs. “These beauties can get men to do anything”, she said looking down at John’s trousers. A ripple of laughter went around the room as I looked over I could see a lustful look had taken over John’s face and although I couldn’t see it , as Claire was standing in the way, it was clear John had a hardon. “As can be seen by John’s little cock standing to attention, and how easily I did this, that shows how easily women control men sexually and are so superior in this area”, Claire sniggered. The girls clapped at this point. Good point, can’t argue against that one I thought to myself.

“Now, for the other two points that make women superior. John, you said you thought women were weaker than men so please explain to me then how is this possible”. Claire said. I could see by the look on John’s face that he realised what was about to happen but it was too late to do anything. Claire had grabbed John left shoulder with her right hand and drove her left knee up for directly between John’s legs. I could see both John’s legs getting lifted off the ground with the incredible force Claire had managed to muster. John face twisted in agony before Claire released her knee from John’s most delicate boy parts.

Claire then turned around and addressed the group. “That’s the other two reasons men are weaker, the little boys nuts they have between their legs, I rest my case”. The other girls gave Claire another clap for this point and I sure didn’t feel like arguing against Claire on that point either.

Poor John had crumpled to the ground on impact making a squeal like a wild animal. He was now uttering “My balls, my balls, I think you’ve bust my balls”. The girls of the group were struggling to control their delight at events and were now fully laughing at Johns predicament. The only one who was not clapping or laughing was me as I didn’t want to bring attention to my own two weaknesses between my legs.

Tears were now running down John’s face as he frantically was undoing his belt so he could get his hand down his trousers to check his wounded nuts. “Oh, thank god, oh thank god, there’re in my sac, I still have two balls”. John said his panic starting to ease. This brought another round of laughter from the girls and one shouted out, “well done strong man John, now you can go in the fetal position and cry for a few days”. This caused further uproar from the girls.

“Ok, Ben you stand up too”, Claire said. I sat glued to the seat. “It’s ok Ben, I promise I won’t kick you in the balls” she said as the girls laughed at the look on my face. “Come to the centre of the circle John, I’ll not hurt you”, I reluctantly went up up and stood opposite Claire.

Claire started to talk but I was distracted by the audience. There was a sort of ‘she’s behind you’ vibe like what you get at the theatre. What the audience were reacting to was that Donna was standing directly behind me and had started to draw back her leg.

I realised something bad was about to happen. I was still standing looking at Claire who was smiling but I could sense Donna’s foot coming up between my legs from behind. Time started to stand still as I could feel Donna’s foot start to make contact with my testicles. I looked down from Claire’s smiling face as I looked in horror as Donna’s black familiar sexy black boot driving up directly into my nuts. “Aaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhh” I started to scream as my balls were forced up against my groin area. I collapsed first to my knees and then to the floor. The audience exploded into a fit of clapping and laughter as I heard Claire say to me, “I kept my promise Ben, I told you I wouldn’t hit you in the balls”.

I was now lying on my back clutching my balls as Donna stood over me admiring her work. I was in shock, “Donna, Donna, I think you’ve bust my balls”. I said similar to John’s reactions earlier. Donna then came up to me and said “Let me loosen your belt and I’ll check”. I was in no position to argue and was still unable to breath and was still making strange pained noises. Donna loosened my belt and put her hands down my trousers. “Donna, you’ve burst my balls haven’t you”, I said feeling she was unable to locate where my balls were. Donna stood up after checking and had a smile on her face, “stop crying like a girl John, you’ve still got both your tiny balls still in your sac, I knew I didn’t kick you that hard”.

With that I moved to the fetal position and cupped my pained nuts, just like John was doing too. “Ok, class, I think that concludes the discussion, all those that think girls are superior to boys say yeah”, Claire shouted out. The decision was unanimous, even John and I squeaked out a high pitched “yeah”.

“Ok, thanks again everyone and a particular thank you to John and Ben being such good sports”, Claire said. I’m not sure that was how John and I saw it but we were in no state to argue back. “Everyone’s welcome to next weeks discussion which is on, ‘with balls being so weak is the saying grow a pair now an outdated phrase’?” As I lay on the floor I thought that the only way I would be at next weeks debate would be if I’m still not able to get off the floor by then.