Melissa likes it hot Part 2
Soooo, I tried to translate/ rewrite a german fm/m ballbusting story into a new ff/m story. I always liked this story and wanted it to share with some guys on this sub (I do not own this story).
The original story (Melissa mag es Scharf) is owned by [http://jungsmiteiern.blogspot.com/2017/07/melissa-mags-scharf-teil-3.html](http://jungsmiteiern.blogspot.com/2017/07/melissa-mags-scharf-teil-3.html). I don’t know if he is active on this reddit, but I really hope he doesn’t mind, that I rewrote his story. He also has an English website ([http://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/](http://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/) ) but most of his stories are M/M. If he wants me to delete this story, he just needs to inform me.
Changes:
Two girls busting a guy, instead of one girl and one guy busting a guy.
Only one challenge which was previously with dumbbells (not really into weights on my balls) was changed into knees
The punishment isn’t penis torture anymore (was penis in tabasco bottle, also not really into that) now its chastity
**Melissa likes it hot**
Part 2
The next day Melissa and Max stood in her room chatting a bit before the doorbell rang.
"Oh that must be her wait here a minute" Melissa said excitedly to Max before hurrying to the door. Max didn't know much about his secret date, just her name: Laura. He didn't know if she was pretty, nor if she was as cool as Melissa. So absorbed in his thoughts, Max didn't even notice that Melissa and Laura were standing in front of him. Max's tension was written all over his face as he looked at Laura and briefly "analyzed" her body and outfit.
Laura was about the same height as Max and had long blonde hair, which she wore open. She wore a thin white blouse with a clearly visible black bra. Her breasts were quite a bit larger than Melissa's and her butt also appeared much curvier to him in the very short black shorts she wore. Her black boots completed her outfit.
After his brief "analysis", he hesitantly extended his hand to her.
"H...hey. I'm Max."
"Laura. Nice to meet you," she replied sugary sweet.
"Nice to meet you."
"Come on let's go to the garden," Melissa said kindly.
Melissa owned a rather large garden, nicely closed off from the outside world, with plenty of room for all sorts of activities on a cozy summer evening.
"A lovely spot," Max nodded appreciatively as Melissa led them out into the garden. "Very idyllic."
"Thank you," Melissa murmured. She gestured toward the garden chairs set up on a small, stone patio. "Why don't you take a seat? Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Thanks, I'm fine," Laura objected, and Max joined in. So, all three of them sat down on the chairs and looked at each other eagerly.
Max and Laura got to know each other a bit and got very quickly into conversation. After a while, things quieted down a bit and Max wanted to compliment her.
Max swallowed, then let his gaze rest on Laura, looking down at her curves. Her thin, summer clothes made her slim, round forms stand out well. "You look...quite stunning," he said nervously.
"Thanks," Laura grinned. "You don't look bad to me, either."
"Hehe. Thanks, too." He swallowed again and scratched his elbow. "So, Laura... Melissa mentioned that you were probably... ehm... interested in dating me...?"
"Oh." she nodded casually. "Yes, I'd be very keen to have a strong young man take me through some time. No muss, no fuss, no long dating. A nice, juicy one-night stand, or maybe even a relationship that you can make great memories with."
Max blushed, and his eyes widened at her words. Melissa, meanwhile, just sat by, amused. She had to admit to herself that Laura's intentional casualness with which she spoke the words was quite seductive.
"Wow. And... would you like to do it with me?" he asked further.
"I'd love to." She shrugged helplessly, eyeing him almost casually. "I don't know if you have the balls in your pants to do it, though."
"I... I..." Max's cheeks reddened even more, while Melissa couldn't help smirking. His female friend seemed very eager not to let the unexpected opportunity pass, and she could tell how much he liked Laura. Her feisty, seductive attitude certainly played into it. "Yes, I have. I'm sure of it."
"Oh, you are sure?" Unimpressed, she eyed him, then looked to Melissa. "Do you think he's got some good, tight balls in his pants that he could use to satisfy me?"
"Ehm...," Melissa began, but Max interrupted her.
"Don't you dare say the wrong thing!" he merely hissed over to Melissa, but that earned him an angry glare from Laura.
"That's pretty rude!" she scandalized. "I was merely asking her opinion. I might as well go back and find someone else."
"No!" hurried Max to convince her, spreading his arms. "Sorry! Stay here, please!"
She sighed and pretended for a moment to seriously think whether she could forgive him. "All right, then. I'll give you another chance, handsome."
He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his hands to the table.
"You'll have to prove yourself a little, though," she qualified. "I don't fuck with everyone."
"Okay," he replied uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders. "Sure. I'll do anything. What do you want?"
"Anything? That's good," she grinned. "I'll test you to see if you've got big balls in your pants. If so, I'm at your disposal for the rest of the day, and we can get to know each other a little better and have some fun later, " she fluted, lowering her voice seductively. "But if you fail and don't prove strong enough... I think a little punishment is in order then, spoiling your pleasure instead. Or what do you think, Melissa?"
"Yes, punishment for a big mouth and small balls must be in order, I suppose," Melissa nodded with a grin, which earned her an annoyed look from Max.
"Fine," Max sighed. "How would you like to test me?"
"I'm going to put your balls through five different painful tests," Laura explained with an amused, gleeful undertone. "I won't tell you what's coming next until after each preceding round. Only when you've completely survived all five rounds - then I'm yours."
"After each successful round, I'll take off an article of clothing to keep you in line for a bit. To give you a few appetizers," she explained, played innocently. "However, if you give up in between, during any round, even if it's during the last one - you'll be punished and get nothing from me today."
Max took a sharp breath and looked around between them, unsettled. "You guys are mean," he complained sheepishly. "Melissa, you thought this up together..."
"Maybe," Melissa whispered innocently.
"Okay, what's the punishment?" asked Max.
Melissa and Laura exchanged an amused look. They had agreed before, and Melissa knew what she would suggest.
"You know, I love to make boys REALLY suffer," Laura enthused. "The meaner the better. So, if you can't shrug off the pain and your balls turn out to be softer than I expect... then you're going to have to wear this, she pulled a chastity belt out of her bag, for three months. For my sake."
"Is this really necessary?" muttered Max nervously, raising his eyebrows.
Again, Melissa and Laura grinned at each other.
"Of course, it has to be, you must have something to lose, but the special thing about this device is this: There is only one key, of course only I will have it. In addition, you have to come to my house every weekend, there you will then be my personal slave, so you can also get ready for some pain there. I will then also give you a little fun, but without you being allowed to cum, so that you have really aching blue balls at the end of the 3 Months. Oh, and don't forget, if you ever cum by mistake, the punishment will start all over again, plus an extra month, plus such an ball-aching punishment that you won't be able to walk for several weeks" Laura grinned wickedly.
Isn't that a great punishment? ", she asked mischievously.
"But you're not a weakling, you're not going to let it go that far, are you?", Laura echoed. "Are you?"
"Well," Max replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I actually thought you'd come over and we'd get to know each other by now," he confessed, "or just get comfortable..."
"Pleasure comes at a price, Max. I don't want to get into bed with a weakling," Laura continued.
"Yeah..."
"So, are you in? Once you agree, there's no going back."
Max sighed and scratched his chin, visibly uncomfortable.
"Come on, I brought you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Melissa purred at him. "And you're thinking of throwing it away because you can't take a little pain? Be a man and rise to the challenge!"
Max took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay, you two. I'll go with it. Five challenges."
Laura gleamed happily and gave him a sweet, wide smile before tugging her blouse into place. "Wonderful! Then we can begin!
A gentle, cool gust of wind blew through the beautiful, small garden, which was separated on all sides from the other houses and gardens by a massive wooden fence and a dense hedge. It was late afternoon, but the sun was still high in the sky, filling the air with plenty of warmth. Melissa estimated that it was at least around twenty-eight, thirty degrees.
Melissa had no idea if Max would make it through the five challenges -.
After all, Max had an extremely tempting reward in store compared to usual, she was currently lolling and stretching on the grass, making no effort to hide her body, which showed all too well under the thin, sleeveless blouse and tiny denim panties.
"Do you really plan to expose yourself to him for hours?" asked Melissa, amused, stepping up next to Laura, who looked up at her curiously. Max had disappeared into the house to get some drinks and empty his bladder so that it wouldn't cause him any accidents during the next few minutes.
"Well, I promised him, and I'll have to keep that," she explained. "I mean, your buddy is all cute and pretty, and it would probably be an interesting experience to get intimate with him... but I rather hope he loses." She giggled.
"Oh, yeah. Me too."
"I've never cared much for sex, you know," she explained. "Got it on with a couple of guys once, and they were really good about it, and I have no problem doing it again for pleasure... but I haven't met the right guy yet that I really enjoy it with. And ballbusting, on the other hand... that's a new, interesting experience that I've always wanted to try. But so far, I just haven't been able to find a guy who would want to do it with me."
"At least now you have a new strategy to get pleasure from guys," "I'm sure there are enough others besides Max that you can seduce with it." Added Melissa.
As if on cue, the door opened again, and Max came out. He was armed with a plate of potato chips, a bottle of Coke and three glasses.
"So, is that all right with you?" he asked as he set the items down on the table.
"Yeah, that's just fine with me," she nodded with a wink. "Now come on, let's get started, you two pretties. Round one."
They lined up in a small circle on the dry, stubble-short lawn.
"Now, Max, spread your legs. First, you're going to take ten kicks from me and then ten from Melissa." She gave Melissa an inviting look. "After all, I want to let you have some fun too."
"How nice of you," Melissa replied with a grin, while Max stepped restlessly from one foot to the other.
"Ten kicks... and this is the first challenge?" he said, nervously wiping some sweat from his forehead and on his red T-shirt.
"Exactly," Laura nodded. "Too much already?"
"Eh... no, it's nothing at all," he replied, looking at her uncomfortable. "Show me what you've got."
"You're welcome!" With the words, she promptly let her foot shoot forward, stuck in her boots, and rammed it between Max's legs with a lot of momentum. Max was visibly taken aback by the sudden kick, and he immediately bent over and twisted his face, but made no sound.
"Oh, yeah!" she enthused, giving Melissa a happy look. "This is really great!"
Another kick, this time with the other foot. Another unseemly, delicious hit that made Max wince, but he could continue to stand.
"This is fun!" she cheered, raising her arms. Another kick, this time a low, drawn-out cry of pain from Max. "I could do this all day!"
She sank fiery hit after fiery hit, and Melissa admired her for the power and aim with which she smashed her delicate foot into the target time after time. Melissa knew she went jogging regularly and sometimes did yoga, but if she didn't know better, she would have thought Laura was a skilled soccer player given those great kicks.
"Aaah!" groaned Max after the eighth kick, but remained steadfast, his arms clutching his own knees. "Aaah!" he yelped at the ninth shot, and finally, when she smashed her foot into his pants for the tenth time, he yelped loudly and sank down to his knees.
"Great job!" cheered Melissa, and she gave Laura a sugary smile. She was completely in her element, and she had the euphoric joy of someone just skating for the first time written all over her face.
"Thank you!" she gloated, holding out her hand to Melissa for a high-five, which she happily obliged. "Show me your technique then, Melissa, maybe I'll learn something from the martial artist!"
Melissa has been in a capoeira club since she was a kid, which had helped her many a times when it came to destructive, pinpoint kicks. She looked down at her Converse. "With pleasure! Too bad I didn't bring my Doc Martens..."
Melissa gently patted Max's shoulder until he looked up at her, sniveling. "Do it gently, will you? That I'll still have enough strength for the remaining rounds afterwards..."
"What kind of attitude is that you should appreciate the challenge!" scolded Melissa, grinning.
"You might as well give up if it gets too much for you," Laura blasphemed.
"Never," Max countered. He was now kneeling on the floor, his torso erect, looking up at Melissa. "Is it okay if I stay on my knees?"
"Fine by me. Won't get any easier though." Without waiting, Melissa lashed out her foot, then rammed it full force into Max's crotch.
It always felt good to let the tip of her foot whiz into her mate's soft privates - it was one of those pleasures of life that never got old.
Max gave a short yelp but stayed upright on his knees. "Go on."
Again, Melissa kicked, and again her shoe penetrated his pants with a clumsy sound, flattening the dent in his shorts.
"Aah," Max sighed and blinked.
"Ah, now I see you're putting your whole body into the kick," Laura praised. "Not just the leg."
"Yeah, that way it's easiest to really add a lot of momentum," Melissa nodded. "Watch this."
And once again her foot rammed into Max's privates, making him yelp loudly.
"That's extremely cool," Laura nodded. "Can you show me the whole thing with a little more force? I'd like to see if it changes your posture."
"Sure," Melissa nodded, trying to kick with more force on the next kick. So far she had held back, but this time her foot whizzed deep into Max's crotch, causing a loud clap to echo through the garden.
"Aaah, fuck," Max groaned, bracing his hands on his knees.
"Did you get a good look at it?" asked Melissa. "Or do you want me to go that hard again?"
"Yes but do it with the other foot!" she urged Melissa. No sooner said than done - another hearty kick, another yelp.
"Ah, I'm not so good with the left," Melissa muttered. "Normally I only kick with my right. Give me another chance."
And once again she let her left foot fly forward and Max let out an agonized yelp.
"Ah, that was better," she nodded. "Yes, with the left I always have to warm up a bit before I'm at full power. Watch this."
She kicked four more times, taking turns with her feet. She found it quite amusing to casually discuss with Laura about the best kick while Max knelt in front of them, gasping, taking blow after blow.
"I'm afraid that were already your ten attempts, Melissa," she hooked in, just as she was about to start kicking again.
"Oh, right. Too bad."
"Don't worry about it. I think I've learned thanks to you," she praised her, patting her appreciatively on the shoulder before turning her gaze to Max.
The poor nineteen-year-old young man was still on his knees, his upper body bent forward, and propped his hands on the grass in exhaustion as he breathed frantically. Several wide sweat stains had formed on his T-shirt.
"How's it looking, handsome?" purred Laura innocently, nudging his shoulder gently with the tip of her boot. "Had enough yet?"
"I'll keep going," he gasped strained and looked back up at them. "Just give me a moment..."
"Sure. Then I can go ahead and explain the next challenge. I was thinking of using fists this time. I've never really softened two raw balls with my fists - so this would be the perfect opportunity to test that out, right?"
Melissa grinned. "Oh yeah, I like that! I'm good at punching and boxing!"
Max straightened back on his feet with shaky knees and looked at her affectedly. "Fists?"
"Yeah, fists," Melissa nodded.
"We'll each get thirty seconds to pound the bag in his pants as hard as we can!" nodded Laura, stroking her hair, her eyes fixed on the dent in Max's pants. "And I think it's about time you show us the package you're trying to prove to us here! Drop all your clothes, Max!"
He nodded plaintively and took another deep breath, then slipped his T-shirt over his head, revealing a slim, athletic torso that showed good rudiments of muscle. He then undid his belt and let the shorts fall down his slender legs. He paused briefly in his checkered, colorful boxers while he turned his shirt inside out and set it aside along with his pants, then with powder-red cheeks and sweat-covered chest, he slipped his underpants down as well.
"Look at that," Laura smiled. Max possessed a magnificent, thick cock that hung down semi-stiffly, covering his rather small but still handsome balls in return. He blushed even more when she approached him and nudged his cock, which twitched at the touch. "Now those are some cute balls. An adorable peins, I'll admit - but cute little balls of seed."
"It's not the size that matters, is it?" replied Max shyly, visibly turned on by the fact that Laura, in her thin clothes, was now standing in front of him, devoting all her attention to his exposed genitals.
"I guess you're right. Let's find out if they're any good, shall we?"
Max nodded shyly while she was still nudging his genitals. To distract from his parts, he began sheepishly, "You wanted to take off a piece of clothing... right? After each round?"
"Ah yes," she nodded and eased off his parts. Max watched her eagerly as she bent down, clearly keen to finally see more of her body, but his anticipation turned to disappointment when she merely removed her boots. Melissa, standing next to them and watching, giggled at Max's obvious frustration.
"You...you're cheating!" complained Max. "I thought a real piece of clothing!"
"Melissa, are shoes a real article of clothing?" she asked.
"Sure," she returned chilled to Max's frustration.
"You see, Max. If you want to see more, you have to earn it. I'm still wearing top, shorts and underwear now - fits perfectly with your four remaining rounds!" she fluted.
"Probably right," he sighed.
"So," Laura continued, positioning her body in an eager fighting stance, then kneeling on the floor so that her shoulders and fists were level with Max's parts. "If you give up, or if you dodge me, you've lost - thirty seconds. Melissa is stopping time?"
"Yep."
She looked at her targets, who dangled motionless and pathetic between Max's slightly spread legs, waiting to be crushed. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, I am."
"Then... go!"
Melissa started the timer on her phone and watched as Laura began to let her fists shoot forward against his sack, eyes gleaming and completely absorbed in her craft. She didn't try very hard this time, not turning her body with it, just letting her arms flick back and forth. A few of the her hits missed, but the ones she landed made his balls dangle neatly, briefly bringing them into extremely unhealthy-looking shapes.
Max screamed and moaned and swayed his upper body back and forth with trembling lips, but he did his best to stay in place and not turn away from Laura. And Melissa secretly admired him for his stamina - the prospect of hours of sexual pleasure with his new dream girl certainly seemed to make his heartbeat faster.
"And... the end!" she announced, whereupon Laura, with slight disappointment in her expression, let go of him and got back on her feet. Max, meanwhile, slumped down and pressed his hands on his aching parts, panting.
"What do you think of my performance?" she murmured to Melissa, pleased with her handiwork.
"Well. You could practice the boxing," she replied. "But not bad for a start, either. You should probably practice on a punching bag, that really helps."
"Yeah... unfortunately I don't always have a great punching bag like this available," she smirked, stroking Max's shoulders and neck gently and seductively. "Come on, get up."
"I...I'd need a moment..." gasped Max.
"Forget it, otherwise it's not a challenge anymore. Either you take Melissa's punches right now or you give up. And you don't want to let me down, do you?"
Max sighed and shook his head grimly. "Of course, not... but... alright."
He braced his hands on his knees and stood up again. Melissa, meanwhile, had stepped in front of him and was now kneeling down in front of him as well.
She allowed herself a moment to look thoroughly at her mate's private parts. Max's cock had grown to a stately size over Laura's ordeal and now stood up quite steeply, which made his balls seem all the smaller in proportion. Like two poor little pearls they hung down in his sack, which had already taken on a slight red tinge in some places.
"Cute indeed," Melissa giggled. "Ready to measure time, Laura?"
"Yes," she replied from behind her, "get started!"
She didn't need to be told twice. It wasn't the first time she'd abused Max's nuts as a punching bag, but it never got old. With proper force, she slammed her tightly clenched fists into his testicles time after time, making him dangle wildly. Max winced, reared and squirmed, but made every effort to keep both his legs firmly on the ground. His steeply raised cock swayed from side to side during the strokes.
"Owww! Aaaah!" he screeched in agony, tossing his head. "Aaaah!"
Melissa's fingers tingled as she felt Max's balls bounce time after time on her knuckles, as she felt her fingers penetrate Max's crotch.
"And... the end!"
With a juicy final swat of her fist that sent his balls swinging wildly once more, she let go of him and straightened up, breathing excitedly. Laura nodded at her appreciatively and gave her a hearty hug.
"Respect, my sweet. I really can't compete with your talent in boxing."
"Oh, it's all practice," Melissa waved it off. Then they looked at Max, who was squirming on the floor, whimpering, his upper body bent forward.
"Ready for more?" asked Laura, letting the tips of her toes circle seductively over his thigh and finally move to his crotch.
"Hmmmh," he merely grumbled with hasty breaths, wiping a film of sweat from his chest.
"How was that? You're giving up?" blasphemed Laura, grinning.
"No... I'm moving on..." he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Oh, great." She let the tips of her delicate toes, which had now reached his genitals, brush up and down against his tight piece of wood a few times, eliciting a sound of pleasure from him.
"Oh... oh yes..."
"Not so fast yet" she objected, pulling her foot back and letting it quickly, though with less force this time, jam into his soft parts. His pleasured sigh immediately turned back into a tortured moan. "We still have some way to go."
He nodded wearily and sat up before looking up at her.
"You deserve a little reward for your efforts, too," she announced, and began to unbutton her snow-white sleeveless blouse. Max stared unabashedly down at her as she slipped the blouse off, revealing her slender, shapely torso. She wore a small, black bra that barely concealed her forms and allowed her round breasts to stand out in plain view. She had a handsomely slender, delightful belly and smooth, fine skin. Melissa, who was sexually appealed to female and male bodies, also let her gaze rest on Laura's pretty body for a few seconds as if entranced.
She blushed when she noticed the gawking stares and grinned sheepishly. "There's nothing to gawk at yet, what have you two."
"You're extremely sexy," Max purred, straightening back on his feet as his hard cock twitched as if in high spirits.
"Thank you."
"You have a beautiful body," Melissa agreed. "But we can keep going, though."
"Gladly," she nodded, folding her blouse, then laying it on the dry grass beside Max's pile of clothes. "So, Max. Now that I've satisfied myself that you can handle punches and kicks... that's when we'll next have to test your balls for hardness with continuous application of force. In other words, we'll squeeze them hard."
Max sighed again and nodded submissively. "Okay, okay."
"What do you say we do it at the same time, Melissa? Squeeze around, so to speak?" she asked Melissa curiously.
"One ball each, you mean?"
"That's right!"
"I'm in!"
They sat in front of Max. His legs were shaking slightly, his face was covered in sweat, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Now we just have to time it somehow," Laura mused as they stood, side by side, in front of Max. "I'll just start a timer with the phone in my other hand and then put it in the grass."
"How long are you going to ehh … squeeze them?" asked Max anxiously.
"Good question. What do you think, Melissa? One minute, two?"
"Two minutes is good," she nodded.
"Two fucking minutes," Max indignantly said, but Laura had already pulled out her cell phone. And so they both shot a hand toward Max's warm balls, somewhat damp with sweat, Melissa with her right hand, Laura with her left, so that their fingers touched and she felt her velvety fingers on his hand as well as Max's raw balls.
"You have cool hands," Melissa noted casually.
"Yeah... your hand and his balls both feel so warm," she giggled, "probably because they've both seen more action today."
They both wandered ungently over his sack under Max's irritable, prudish gaze until they were each clutching an egg tightly in their hands, with no chance of it escaping them.
"Okay, ready?" asked Laura, the thumb of her free hand hovering over the start button on the timer on her phone. "And... go!"
As if on command, Melissa clenched her hand into a fist and wrapped her fingers tightly around the chunky lump in the little bag, and she felt in her fingers that Laura was doing the same as she tossed her phone onto the grass with her other hand. At the same moment Max's upper body tensed and his abdominal and pectoral muscles stood out in strain.
"Ten seconds!" she said challengingly. "Are you squeezing nice and tight, too?"
"I sure am," Melissa nodded. "And you? Are you squeezing with all the muscles in your hand?"
"Now that I'm paying attention, I'm really only using the finger muscles. Let me change that."
He saw her hand slide around lightly on the bag, and a moment later Max let out a long, high-pitched scream.
"Twenty-five seconds! Come on, Melissa, we can both do better than that!"
"I'm trying hard!"
She tightened her grip, trying to put all the strength into her tense muscles, as if she were trying to squeeze a lemon. Max sucked in a sharp breath and let out another long cry.
"It hurts so m... m... much!" he whimpered softly, and his belly trembled. Melissa didn't miss the chance to run her free left hand over Max's quivering belly and then up to his chest, which rose and fell with each of his frantic breaths.
"Forty-five seconds! Just look at his cock," Laura snorted. Like a tight tree trunk sprouting right out of both of their hands and longing for the sun, his boner stood up to slightly above his belly button, swaying slightly back and forth as they squeezed and pressed. "You really have a lot of desire, Max, I'll give you that!"
"Aaaah... haaaah... haaaah..." he just returned, eyes narrowed and tears lightly on his cheek. "It hurts!"
"If you want us to stop, you'll have to tell us," Laura returned cheerfully, unimpressed. "Then we'll stop right away - but you'll lose. Is that what you want?"
"N... no... fuck, fuck, fuck...," Max groaned. "Fuuuuck..."
"Someone's suddenly throwing around vulgar words," she giggled, peering at her cell phone. "One minute, fifteen..."
Max bent his trembling torso forward and put his right hand on Melissa's, his left hand on Laura's shoulder to support himself, but he remained steadfast.
"Come on, now, don't let up on the last seconds!" admonished Melissa, who could tell her hand and arm muscles were loosening their grip a bit.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to."
Max let out a bell-like, sensitive cry as she tightened her grip once more and gave his left nut a good squeeze. Melissa, meanwhile, did the same, loosening her grip briefly to move her hand to a slightly more comfortable position before squeezing again with all her accumulated strength.
"Tick, tock, tick, tock," Laura giggled, and with her right hand, she gleefully nudged the tip of Max's cock, swinging it like a pendulum. "One minute, thirty-five..."
The grip of Max's hand on her shoulders tightened, virtually clawing into her shoulder blades for a few seconds as he squinted his eyes, and two lonely tears ran down his cheeks.
"You made him cry - you broke his heart that fast already," Melissa smirked.
"Well, not his heart yet. But his balls maybe soon," she qualified. "So, final spurt. One more big push Melissa, ten more seconds..." Max emitted a few panting cries. "Five more..." Melissa squeezed his balls hard again like two shriveled tomatoes. "And... the end!"
They both let go of Max's nuts at the same time, and Melissa could see immediately that they had turned an unhealthy red color in some places over time.
"Woah, is your hand that wet from his sack too?" asked Melissa, looking down at her palm.
"Yeah, it sure is," Laura giggled, then quickly wiped her palm across Melissa's T-shirt, whereupon she just grimaced in disgust.
"Thanks for his sack sweat," she giggled.
"Haven't got a shirt on to wipe it off myself," she returned cheekily. "So, Max, how's it going?"
Her eyes wandered to the young man, who now sat huddled in the grass in front of them with his legs drawn up, breathing rattlingly, his cheeks wet and his face with an painful expression. His hair, which he had styled so nicely earlier for the female visitor, now stood wild and sweaty on end.
"This is such a ... stupid challenge," he gasped, staring wearily up at them both.
"Well, I don't know...I thought it was pretty funny," Melissa replied innocently, turning to Laura, who nodded amusedly.
"Only two more rounds!" she tried to encourage Max. "But you don't look like you'd like to stick with it...?"
"Yes, I do," he objected. "Let's get over with it, and then I'll fuck you over, bitch."
She raised her eyebrows tensely. "Somebody's optimistic. If you can handle it, I'd love to," she nodded, "as long as you still have the balls to take me through it."
"If that's your plan, you should be careful not to come before then, friend," Melissa replied conciliatorily, looking down at Max's cock.
Max said nothing, but just nodded wearily at her words and looked down at his boner. Laura also came back already and just put the last chip into her mouth with pleasure. She looked down at Max. "If you want to continue, here's a little appetizer!"
With the words, she unzipped the fly of her skimpy shorts and slipped them down over her slender, fine legs before stepping out of them, folding them up and placing them with her blouse. Melissa wasn't too taken with the sight this time, but Max stared spellbound for a few seconds at the thin black panties that still barely covered her pubic area and exposed a good portion of her tight ass. She now stood there in only black, thin underwear and seemed to feel most comfortable.
"Well, does that make you feel better?" she fluted tantalizingly down to Max, briefly lifting her panties off her skin on one side and letting them snap back.
"Stop it already, Laura, his cock is about to burst!" giggled Melissa, to which she just grinned at him. Max sat horny on the floor, his face still contorted in agony, but now also drooling and engrossed in the hot sight.
"Then he'll just need to have enough juice for a second load later," she replied unimpressed, giving Max a prompting wave. "Come on, up, up."
After they had all briefly refreshed themselves with a glass of icy Coke, they lined up again in a circle on the grass.
"So, ready for your fourth challenge yet? This time we're going to use our knee to really demolish your balls," Laura asked impatiently and excitedly.
"Fuck," Max muttered at the uninviting prospect.
"You're going to stand with your back against the wall while I and Melissa take turns slapping our knee into your balls."
"You're trying to make every one of your fantasies come true today, too, aren't you?" asked Melissa, amused.
"Every one? Where do you think you're going, we wouldn't be done by tomorrow," she giggled. "Probably two balls wouldn't be enough for that either. There would have to be at least four more at my disposal..."
"I didn't think you had so many nasty fantasies," she replied merely shaking her head.
"Now we just need to define an appropriate number of knees, what do you think Melissa is enough 20?" she mused, looking at Melissa questioningly.
"Do I perhaps have something to say as well ...", Max timidly spoke up.
"Nope!" she interrupted him. "And Melissa what do you say?"
"Sure, fits perfectly," Melissa nodded.
They lined up in a small formation so that, Max's back touched the wall and the two girls stood frontally to his right and left.
She gave Max a questioning look and then nudged his taut morning wood to draw his attention back from her body to his own private parts.
"Are you ready? This might hurt."
He merely nodded, drenched in sweat.
Not a second later, Laura rammed her hard knee into Max's soft parts with a lot of force
"Awww..." he moaned, biting his lips
"Come on, spread your legs Melissa wants to kick now" Laura rushed him impatiently
"I ... need ... another ... little moment ... oh fuck" he said out of breath.
But Laura had other plans "Forget it, you get 3 seconds rest after each kick, if that's not enough for you, you can give up right now."
Meanwhile Melissa didn't take long, put her hand on Max's shoulder and with a loud clap sank her knee into his balls.
"Ahhhh my balls!" screamed Max as he was about to struggle again but was pushed against the wall by Laura and Melissa.
Max was helplessly exposed to them, again and again his balls were mercilessly abused. Again and again, he had the urge to just give up, but he didn't, he wanted to win at all costs.
For the last time Melissa let her hard knee slap into Max's crown jewels before the two girls let go of him.
Immediately Max threw himself back on his back and rolled across the floor with rattling breaths. Laura and Melissa also sat down on the grass and watched him in amusement.
"Wow ... that was a really fun workout, I must admit" Laura grinned cheekily while wiping off her sweat.
"Yeah, it was really funny, and I think Max worked up a good sweat too, hihi" Melissa replied giggling.
"I need a sip to drink" announced Melissa, who was still the most clothed of them all.
"Great idea. Me too," Laura agreed and rose with her.
"What about you, Max?"
Max, meanwhile, had remained busted and stared up at them, blinking at the question.
"Nope," he then merely stammered out roughly before continuing to gasp for air in hasty breaths. Laura and Melissa looked at each other, shrugging, and poured themselves two more glasses of Coke.
The original story (Melissa mag es Scharf) is owned by [http://jungsmiteiern.blogspot.com/2017/07/melissa-mags-scharf-teil-3.html](http://jungsmiteiern.blogspot.com/2017/07/melissa-mags-scharf-teil-3.html). I don’t know if he is active on this reddit, but I really hope he doesn’t mind, that I rewrote his story. He also has an English website ([http://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/](http://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/) ) but most of his stories are M/M. If he wants me to delete this story, he just needs to inform me.
Changes:
Two girls busting a guy, instead of one girl and one guy busting a guy.
Only one challenge which was previously with dumbbells (not really into weights on my balls) was changed into knees
The punishment isn’t penis torture anymore (was penis in tabasco bottle, also not really into that) now its chastity
**Melissa likes it hot**
Part 2
The next day Melissa and Max stood in her room chatting a bit before the doorbell rang.
"Oh that must be her wait here a minute" Melissa said excitedly to Max before hurrying to the door. Max didn't know much about his secret date, just her name: Laura. He didn't know if she was pretty, nor if she was as cool as Melissa. So absorbed in his thoughts, Max didn't even notice that Melissa and Laura were standing in front of him. Max's tension was written all over his face as he looked at Laura and briefly "analyzed" her body and outfit.
Laura was about the same height as Max and had long blonde hair, which she wore open. She wore a thin white blouse with a clearly visible black bra. Her breasts were quite a bit larger than Melissa's and her butt also appeared much curvier to him in the very short black shorts she wore. Her black boots completed her outfit.
After his brief "analysis", he hesitantly extended his hand to her.
"H...hey. I'm Max."
"Laura. Nice to meet you," she replied sugary sweet.
"Nice to meet you."
"Come on let's go to the garden," Melissa said kindly.
Melissa owned a rather large garden, nicely closed off from the outside world, with plenty of room for all sorts of activities on a cozy summer evening.
"A lovely spot," Max nodded appreciatively as Melissa led them out into the garden. "Very idyllic."
"Thank you," Melissa murmured. She gestured toward the garden chairs set up on a small, stone patio. "Why don't you take a seat? Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Thanks, I'm fine," Laura objected, and Max joined in. So, all three of them sat down on the chairs and looked at each other eagerly.
Max and Laura got to know each other a bit and got very quickly into conversation. After a while, things quieted down a bit and Max wanted to compliment her.
Max swallowed, then let his gaze rest on Laura, looking down at her curves. Her thin, summer clothes made her slim, round forms stand out well. "You look...quite stunning," he said nervously.
"Thanks," Laura grinned. "You don't look bad to me, either."
"Hehe. Thanks, too." He swallowed again and scratched his elbow. "So, Laura... Melissa mentioned that you were probably... ehm... interested in dating me...?"
"Oh." she nodded casually. "Yes, I'd be very keen to have a strong young man take me through some time. No muss, no fuss, no long dating. A nice, juicy one-night stand, or maybe even a relationship that you can make great memories with."
Max blushed, and his eyes widened at her words. Melissa, meanwhile, just sat by, amused. She had to admit to herself that Laura's intentional casualness with which she spoke the words was quite seductive.
"Wow. And... would you like to do it with me?" he asked further.
"I'd love to." She shrugged helplessly, eyeing him almost casually. "I don't know if you have the balls in your pants to do it, though."
"I... I..." Max's cheeks reddened even more, while Melissa couldn't help smirking. His female friend seemed very eager not to let the unexpected opportunity pass, and she could tell how much he liked Laura. Her feisty, seductive attitude certainly played into it. "Yes, I have. I'm sure of it."
"Oh, you are sure?" Unimpressed, she eyed him, then looked to Melissa. "Do you think he's got some good, tight balls in his pants that he could use to satisfy me?"
"Ehm...," Melissa began, but Max interrupted her.
"Don't you dare say the wrong thing!" he merely hissed over to Melissa, but that earned him an angry glare from Laura.
"That's pretty rude!" she scandalized. "I was merely asking her opinion. I might as well go back and find someone else."
"No!" hurried Max to convince her, spreading his arms. "Sorry! Stay here, please!"
She sighed and pretended for a moment to seriously think whether she could forgive him. "All right, then. I'll give you another chance, handsome."
He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his hands to the table.
"You'll have to prove yourself a little, though," she qualified. "I don't fuck with everyone."
"Okay," he replied uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders. "Sure. I'll do anything. What do you want?"
"Anything? That's good," she grinned. "I'll test you to see if you've got big balls in your pants. If so, I'm at your disposal for the rest of the day, and we can get to know each other a little better and have some fun later, " she fluted, lowering her voice seductively. "But if you fail and don't prove strong enough... I think a little punishment is in order then, spoiling your pleasure instead. Or what do you think, Melissa?"
"Yes, punishment for a big mouth and small balls must be in order, I suppose," Melissa nodded with a grin, which earned her an annoyed look from Max.
"Fine," Max sighed. "How would you like to test me?"
"I'm going to put your balls through five different painful tests," Laura explained with an amused, gleeful undertone. "I won't tell you what's coming next until after each preceding round. Only when you've completely survived all five rounds - then I'm yours."
"After each successful round, I'll take off an article of clothing to keep you in line for a bit. To give you a few appetizers," she explained, played innocently. "However, if you give up in between, during any round, even if it's during the last one - you'll be punished and get nothing from me today."
Max took a sharp breath and looked around between them, unsettled. "You guys are mean," he complained sheepishly. "Melissa, you thought this up together..."
"Maybe," Melissa whispered innocently.
"Okay, what's the punishment?" asked Max.
Melissa and Laura exchanged an amused look. They had agreed before, and Melissa knew what she would suggest.
"You know, I love to make boys REALLY suffer," Laura enthused. "The meaner the better. So, if you can't shrug off the pain and your balls turn out to be softer than I expect... then you're going to have to wear this, she pulled a chastity belt out of her bag, for three months. For my sake."
"Is this really necessary?" muttered Max nervously, raising his eyebrows.
Again, Melissa and Laura grinned at each other.
"Of course, it has to be, you must have something to lose, but the special thing about this device is this: There is only one key, of course only I will have it. In addition, you have to come to my house every weekend, there you will then be my personal slave, so you can also get ready for some pain there. I will then also give you a little fun, but without you being allowed to cum, so that you have really aching blue balls at the end of the 3 Months. Oh, and don't forget, if you ever cum by mistake, the punishment will start all over again, plus an extra month, plus such an ball-aching punishment that you won't be able to walk for several weeks" Laura grinned wickedly.
Isn't that a great punishment? ", she asked mischievously.
"But you're not a weakling, you're not going to let it go that far, are you?", Laura echoed. "Are you?"
"Well," Max replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I actually thought you'd come over and we'd get to know each other by now," he confessed, "or just get comfortable..."
"Pleasure comes at a price, Max. I don't want to get into bed with a weakling," Laura continued.
"Yeah..."
"So, are you in? Once you agree, there's no going back."
Max sighed and scratched his chin, visibly uncomfortable.
"Come on, I brought you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Melissa purred at him. "And you're thinking of throwing it away because you can't take a little pain? Be a man and rise to the challenge!"
Max took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay, you two. I'll go with it. Five challenges."
Laura gleamed happily and gave him a sweet, wide smile before tugging her blouse into place. "Wonderful! Then we can begin!
A gentle, cool gust of wind blew through the beautiful, small garden, which was separated on all sides from the other houses and gardens by a massive wooden fence and a dense hedge. It was late afternoon, but the sun was still high in the sky, filling the air with plenty of warmth. Melissa estimated that it was at least around twenty-eight, thirty degrees.
Melissa had no idea if Max would make it through the five challenges -.
After all, Max had an extremely tempting reward in store compared to usual, she was currently lolling and stretching on the grass, making no effort to hide her body, which showed all too well under the thin, sleeveless blouse and tiny denim panties.
"Do you really plan to expose yourself to him for hours?" asked Melissa, amused, stepping up next to Laura, who looked up at her curiously. Max had disappeared into the house to get some drinks and empty his bladder so that it wouldn't cause him any accidents during the next few minutes.
"Well, I promised him, and I'll have to keep that," she explained. "I mean, your buddy is all cute and pretty, and it would probably be an interesting experience to get intimate with him... but I rather hope he loses." She giggled.
"Oh, yeah. Me too."
"I've never cared much for sex, you know," she explained. "Got it on with a couple of guys once, and they were really good about it, and I have no problem doing it again for pleasure... but I haven't met the right guy yet that I really enjoy it with. And ballbusting, on the other hand... that's a new, interesting experience that I've always wanted to try. But so far, I just haven't been able to find a guy who would want to do it with me."
"At least now you have a new strategy to get pleasure from guys," "I'm sure there are enough others besides Max that you can seduce with it." Added Melissa.
As if on cue, the door opened again, and Max came out. He was armed with a plate of potato chips, a bottle of Coke and three glasses.
"So, is that all right with you?" he asked as he set the items down on the table.
"Yeah, that's just fine with me," she nodded with a wink. "Now come on, let's get started, you two pretties. Round one."
They lined up in a small circle on the dry, stubble-short lawn.
"Now, Max, spread your legs. First, you're going to take ten kicks from me and then ten from Melissa." She gave Melissa an inviting look. "After all, I want to let you have some fun too."
"How nice of you," Melissa replied with a grin, while Max stepped restlessly from one foot to the other.
"Ten kicks... and this is the first challenge?" he said, nervously wiping some sweat from his forehead and on his red T-shirt.
"Exactly," Laura nodded. "Too much already?"
"Eh... no, it's nothing at all," he replied, looking at her uncomfortable. "Show me what you've got."
"You're welcome!" With the words, she promptly let her foot shoot forward, stuck in her boots, and rammed it between Max's legs with a lot of momentum. Max was visibly taken aback by the sudden kick, and he immediately bent over and twisted his face, but made no sound.
"Oh, yeah!" she enthused, giving Melissa a happy look. "This is really great!"
Another kick, this time with the other foot. Another unseemly, delicious hit that made Max wince, but he could continue to stand.
"This is fun!" she cheered, raising her arms. Another kick, this time a low, drawn-out cry of pain from Max. "I could do this all day!"
She sank fiery hit after fiery hit, and Melissa admired her for the power and aim with which she smashed her delicate foot into the target time after time. Melissa knew she went jogging regularly and sometimes did yoga, but if she didn't know better, she would have thought Laura was a skilled soccer player given those great kicks.
"Aaah!" groaned Max after the eighth kick, but remained steadfast, his arms clutching his own knees. "Aaah!" he yelped at the ninth shot, and finally, when she smashed her foot into his pants for the tenth time, he yelped loudly and sank down to his knees.
"Great job!" cheered Melissa, and she gave Laura a sugary smile. She was completely in her element, and she had the euphoric joy of someone just skating for the first time written all over her face.
"Thank you!" she gloated, holding out her hand to Melissa for a high-five, which she happily obliged. "Show me your technique then, Melissa, maybe I'll learn something from the martial artist!"
Melissa has been in a capoeira club since she was a kid, which had helped her many a times when it came to destructive, pinpoint kicks. She looked down at her Converse. "With pleasure! Too bad I didn't bring my Doc Martens..."
Melissa gently patted Max's shoulder until he looked up at her, sniveling. "Do it gently, will you? That I'll still have enough strength for the remaining rounds afterwards..."
"What kind of attitude is that you should appreciate the challenge!" scolded Melissa, grinning.
"You might as well give up if it gets too much for you," Laura blasphemed.
"Never," Max countered. He was now kneeling on the floor, his torso erect, looking up at Melissa. "Is it okay if I stay on my knees?"
"Fine by me. Won't get any easier though." Without waiting, Melissa lashed out her foot, then rammed it full force into Max's crotch.
It always felt good to let the tip of her foot whiz into her mate's soft privates - it was one of those pleasures of life that never got old.
Max gave a short yelp but stayed upright on his knees. "Go on."
Again, Melissa kicked, and again her shoe penetrated his pants with a clumsy sound, flattening the dent in his shorts.
"Aah," Max sighed and blinked.
"Ah, now I see you're putting your whole body into the kick," Laura praised. "Not just the leg."
"Yeah, that way it's easiest to really add a lot of momentum," Melissa nodded. "Watch this."
And once again her foot rammed into Max's privates, making him yelp loudly.
"That's extremely cool," Laura nodded. "Can you show me the whole thing with a little more force? I'd like to see if it changes your posture."
"Sure," Melissa nodded, trying to kick with more force on the next kick. So far she had held back, but this time her foot whizzed deep into Max's crotch, causing a loud clap to echo through the garden.
"Aaah, fuck," Max groaned, bracing his hands on his knees.
"Did you get a good look at it?" asked Melissa. "Or do you want me to go that hard again?"
"Yes but do it with the other foot!" she urged Melissa. No sooner said than done - another hearty kick, another yelp.
"Ah, I'm not so good with the left," Melissa muttered. "Normally I only kick with my right. Give me another chance."
And once again she let her left foot fly forward and Max let out an agonized yelp.
"Ah, that was better," she nodded. "Yes, with the left I always have to warm up a bit before I'm at full power. Watch this."
She kicked four more times, taking turns with her feet. She found it quite amusing to casually discuss with Laura about the best kick while Max knelt in front of them, gasping, taking blow after blow.
"I'm afraid that were already your ten attempts, Melissa," she hooked in, just as she was about to start kicking again.
"Oh, right. Too bad."
"Don't worry about it. I think I've learned thanks to you," she praised her, patting her appreciatively on the shoulder before turning her gaze to Max.
The poor nineteen-year-old young man was still on his knees, his upper body bent forward, and propped his hands on the grass in exhaustion as he breathed frantically. Several wide sweat stains had formed on his T-shirt.
"How's it looking, handsome?" purred Laura innocently, nudging his shoulder gently with the tip of her boot. "Had enough yet?"
"I'll keep going," he gasped strained and looked back up at them. "Just give me a moment..."
"Sure. Then I can go ahead and explain the next challenge. I was thinking of using fists this time. I've never really softened two raw balls with my fists - so this would be the perfect opportunity to test that out, right?"
Melissa grinned. "Oh yeah, I like that! I'm good at punching and boxing!"
Max straightened back on his feet with shaky knees and looked at her affectedly. "Fists?"
"Yeah, fists," Melissa nodded.
"We'll each get thirty seconds to pound the bag in his pants as hard as we can!" nodded Laura, stroking her hair, her eyes fixed on the dent in Max's pants. "And I think it's about time you show us the package you're trying to prove to us here! Drop all your clothes, Max!"
He nodded plaintively and took another deep breath, then slipped his T-shirt over his head, revealing a slim, athletic torso that showed good rudiments of muscle. He then undid his belt and let the shorts fall down his slender legs. He paused briefly in his checkered, colorful boxers while he turned his shirt inside out and set it aside along with his pants, then with powder-red cheeks and sweat-covered chest, he slipped his underpants down as well.
"Look at that," Laura smiled. Max possessed a magnificent, thick cock that hung down semi-stiffly, covering his rather small but still handsome balls in return. He blushed even more when she approached him and nudged his cock, which twitched at the touch. "Now those are some cute balls. An adorable peins, I'll admit - but cute little balls of seed."
"It's not the size that matters, is it?" replied Max shyly, visibly turned on by the fact that Laura, in her thin clothes, was now standing in front of him, devoting all her attention to his exposed genitals.
"I guess you're right. Let's find out if they're any good, shall we?"
Max nodded shyly while she was still nudging his genitals. To distract from his parts, he began sheepishly, "You wanted to take off a piece of clothing... right? After each round?"
"Ah yes," she nodded and eased off his parts. Max watched her eagerly as she bent down, clearly keen to finally see more of her body, but his anticipation turned to disappointment when she merely removed her boots. Melissa, standing next to them and watching, giggled at Max's obvious frustration.
"You...you're cheating!" complained Max. "I thought a real piece of clothing!"
"Melissa, are shoes a real article of clothing?" she asked.
"Sure," she returned chilled to Max's frustration.
"You see, Max. If you want to see more, you have to earn it. I'm still wearing top, shorts and underwear now - fits perfectly with your four remaining rounds!" she fluted.
"Probably right," he sighed.
"So," Laura continued, positioning her body in an eager fighting stance, then kneeling on the floor so that her shoulders and fists were level with Max's parts. "If you give up, or if you dodge me, you've lost - thirty seconds. Melissa is stopping time?"
"Yep."
She looked at her targets, who dangled motionless and pathetic between Max's slightly spread legs, waiting to be crushed. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, I am."
"Then... go!"
Melissa started the timer on her phone and watched as Laura began to let her fists shoot forward against his sack, eyes gleaming and completely absorbed in her craft. She didn't try very hard this time, not turning her body with it, just letting her arms flick back and forth. A few of the her hits missed, but the ones she landed made his balls dangle neatly, briefly bringing them into extremely unhealthy-looking shapes.
Max screamed and moaned and swayed his upper body back and forth with trembling lips, but he did his best to stay in place and not turn away from Laura. And Melissa secretly admired him for his stamina - the prospect of hours of sexual pleasure with his new dream girl certainly seemed to make his heartbeat faster.
"And... the end!" she announced, whereupon Laura, with slight disappointment in her expression, let go of him and got back on her feet. Max, meanwhile, slumped down and pressed his hands on his aching parts, panting.
"What do you think of my performance?" she murmured to Melissa, pleased with her handiwork.
"Well. You could practice the boxing," she replied. "But not bad for a start, either. You should probably practice on a punching bag, that really helps."
"Yeah... unfortunately I don't always have a great punching bag like this available," she smirked, stroking Max's shoulders and neck gently and seductively. "Come on, get up."
"I...I'd need a moment..." gasped Max.
"Forget it, otherwise it's not a challenge anymore. Either you take Melissa's punches right now or you give up. And you don't want to let me down, do you?"
Max sighed and shook his head grimly. "Of course, not... but... alright."
He braced his hands on his knees and stood up again. Melissa, meanwhile, had stepped in front of him and was now kneeling down in front of him as well.
She allowed herself a moment to look thoroughly at her mate's private parts. Max's cock had grown to a stately size over Laura's ordeal and now stood up quite steeply, which made his balls seem all the smaller in proportion. Like two poor little pearls they hung down in his sack, which had already taken on a slight red tinge in some places.
"Cute indeed," Melissa giggled. "Ready to measure time, Laura?"
"Yes," she replied from behind her, "get started!"
She didn't need to be told twice. It wasn't the first time she'd abused Max's nuts as a punching bag, but it never got old. With proper force, she slammed her tightly clenched fists into his testicles time after time, making him dangle wildly. Max winced, reared and squirmed, but made every effort to keep both his legs firmly on the ground. His steeply raised cock swayed from side to side during the strokes.
"Owww! Aaaah!" he screeched in agony, tossing his head. "Aaaah!"
Melissa's fingers tingled as she felt Max's balls bounce time after time on her knuckles, as she felt her fingers penetrate Max's crotch.
"And... the end!"
With a juicy final swat of her fist that sent his balls swinging wildly once more, she let go of him and straightened up, breathing excitedly. Laura nodded at her appreciatively and gave her a hearty hug.
"Respect, my sweet. I really can't compete with your talent in boxing."
"Oh, it's all practice," Melissa waved it off. Then they looked at Max, who was squirming on the floor, whimpering, his upper body bent forward.
"Ready for more?" asked Laura, letting the tips of her toes circle seductively over his thigh and finally move to his crotch.
"Hmmmh," he merely grumbled with hasty breaths, wiping a film of sweat from his chest.
"How was that? You're giving up?" blasphemed Laura, grinning.
"No... I'm moving on..." he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Oh, great." She let the tips of her delicate toes, which had now reached his genitals, brush up and down against his tight piece of wood a few times, eliciting a sound of pleasure from him.
"Oh... oh yes..."
"Not so fast yet" she objected, pulling her foot back and letting it quickly, though with less force this time, jam into his soft parts. His pleasured sigh immediately turned back into a tortured moan. "We still have some way to go."
He nodded wearily and sat up before looking up at her.
"You deserve a little reward for your efforts, too," she announced, and began to unbutton her snow-white sleeveless blouse. Max stared unabashedly down at her as she slipped the blouse off, revealing her slender, shapely torso. She wore a small, black bra that barely concealed her forms and allowed her round breasts to stand out in plain view. She had a handsomely slender, delightful belly and smooth, fine skin. Melissa, who was sexually appealed to female and male bodies, also let her gaze rest on Laura's pretty body for a few seconds as if entranced.
She blushed when she noticed the gawking stares and grinned sheepishly. "There's nothing to gawk at yet, what have you two."
"You're extremely sexy," Max purred, straightening back on his feet as his hard cock twitched as if in high spirits.
"Thank you."
"You have a beautiful body," Melissa agreed. "But we can keep going, though."
"Gladly," she nodded, folding her blouse, then laying it on the dry grass beside Max's pile of clothes. "So, Max. Now that I've satisfied myself that you can handle punches and kicks... that's when we'll next have to test your balls for hardness with continuous application of force. In other words, we'll squeeze them hard."
Max sighed again and nodded submissively. "Okay, okay."
"What do you say we do it at the same time, Melissa? Squeeze around, so to speak?" she asked Melissa curiously.
"One ball each, you mean?"
"That's right!"
"I'm in!"
They sat in front of Max. His legs were shaking slightly, his face was covered in sweat, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Now we just have to time it somehow," Laura mused as they stood, side by side, in front of Max. "I'll just start a timer with the phone in my other hand and then put it in the grass."
"How long are you going to ehh … squeeze them?" asked Max anxiously.
"Good question. What do you think, Melissa? One minute, two?"
"Two minutes is good," she nodded.
"Two fucking minutes," Max indignantly said, but Laura had already pulled out her cell phone. And so they both shot a hand toward Max's warm balls, somewhat damp with sweat, Melissa with her right hand, Laura with her left, so that their fingers touched and she felt her velvety fingers on his hand as well as Max's raw balls.
"You have cool hands," Melissa noted casually.
"Yeah... your hand and his balls both feel so warm," she giggled, "probably because they've both seen more action today."
They both wandered ungently over his sack under Max's irritable, prudish gaze until they were each clutching an egg tightly in their hands, with no chance of it escaping them.
"Okay, ready?" asked Laura, the thumb of her free hand hovering over the start button on the timer on her phone. "And... go!"
As if on command, Melissa clenched her hand into a fist and wrapped her fingers tightly around the chunky lump in the little bag, and she felt in her fingers that Laura was doing the same as she tossed her phone onto the grass with her other hand. At the same moment Max's upper body tensed and his abdominal and pectoral muscles stood out in strain.
"Ten seconds!" she said challengingly. "Are you squeezing nice and tight, too?"
"I sure am," Melissa nodded. "And you? Are you squeezing with all the muscles in your hand?"
"Now that I'm paying attention, I'm really only using the finger muscles. Let me change that."
He saw her hand slide around lightly on the bag, and a moment later Max let out a long, high-pitched scream.
"Twenty-five seconds! Come on, Melissa, we can both do better than that!"
"I'm trying hard!"
She tightened her grip, trying to put all the strength into her tense muscles, as if she were trying to squeeze a lemon. Max sucked in a sharp breath and let out another long cry.
"It hurts so m... m... much!" he whimpered softly, and his belly trembled. Melissa didn't miss the chance to run her free left hand over Max's quivering belly and then up to his chest, which rose and fell with each of his frantic breaths.
"Forty-five seconds! Just look at his cock," Laura snorted. Like a tight tree trunk sprouting right out of both of their hands and longing for the sun, his boner stood up to slightly above his belly button, swaying slightly back and forth as they squeezed and pressed. "You really have a lot of desire, Max, I'll give you that!"
"Aaaah... haaaah... haaaah..." he just returned, eyes narrowed and tears lightly on his cheek. "It hurts!"
"If you want us to stop, you'll have to tell us," Laura returned cheerfully, unimpressed. "Then we'll stop right away - but you'll lose. Is that what you want?"
"N... no... fuck, fuck, fuck...," Max groaned. "Fuuuuck..."
"Someone's suddenly throwing around vulgar words," she giggled, peering at her cell phone. "One minute, fifteen..."
Max bent his trembling torso forward and put his right hand on Melissa's, his left hand on Laura's shoulder to support himself, but he remained steadfast.
"Come on, now, don't let up on the last seconds!" admonished Melissa, who could tell her hand and arm muscles were loosening their grip a bit.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to."
Max let out a bell-like, sensitive cry as she tightened her grip once more and gave his left nut a good squeeze. Melissa, meanwhile, did the same, loosening her grip briefly to move her hand to a slightly more comfortable position before squeezing again with all her accumulated strength.
"Tick, tock, tick, tock," Laura giggled, and with her right hand, she gleefully nudged the tip of Max's cock, swinging it like a pendulum. "One minute, thirty-five..."
The grip of Max's hand on her shoulders tightened, virtually clawing into her shoulder blades for a few seconds as he squinted his eyes, and two lonely tears ran down his cheeks.
"You made him cry - you broke his heart that fast already," Melissa smirked.
"Well, not his heart yet. But his balls maybe soon," she qualified. "So, final spurt. One more big push Melissa, ten more seconds..." Max emitted a few panting cries. "Five more..." Melissa squeezed his balls hard again like two shriveled tomatoes. "And... the end!"
They both let go of Max's nuts at the same time, and Melissa could see immediately that they had turned an unhealthy red color in some places over time.
"Woah, is your hand that wet from his sack too?" asked Melissa, looking down at her palm.
"Yeah, it sure is," Laura giggled, then quickly wiped her palm across Melissa's T-shirt, whereupon she just grimaced in disgust.
"Thanks for his sack sweat," she giggled.
"Haven't got a shirt on to wipe it off myself," she returned cheekily. "So, Max, how's it going?"
Her eyes wandered to the young man, who now sat huddled in the grass in front of them with his legs drawn up, breathing rattlingly, his cheeks wet and his face with an painful expression. His hair, which he had styled so nicely earlier for the female visitor, now stood wild and sweaty on end.
"This is such a ... stupid challenge," he gasped, staring wearily up at them both.
"Well, I don't know...I thought it was pretty funny," Melissa replied innocently, turning to Laura, who nodded amusedly.
"Only two more rounds!" she tried to encourage Max. "But you don't look like you'd like to stick with it...?"
"Yes, I do," he objected. "Let's get over with it, and then I'll fuck you over, bitch."
She raised her eyebrows tensely. "Somebody's optimistic. If you can handle it, I'd love to," she nodded, "as long as you still have the balls to take me through it."
"If that's your plan, you should be careful not to come before then, friend," Melissa replied conciliatorily, looking down at Max's cock.
Max said nothing, but just nodded wearily at her words and looked down at his boner. Laura also came back already and just put the last chip into her mouth with pleasure. She looked down at Max. "If you want to continue, here's a little appetizer!"
With the words, she unzipped the fly of her skimpy shorts and slipped them down over her slender, fine legs before stepping out of them, folding them up and placing them with her blouse. Melissa wasn't too taken with the sight this time, but Max stared spellbound for a few seconds at the thin black panties that still barely covered her pubic area and exposed a good portion of her tight ass. She now stood there in only black, thin underwear and seemed to feel most comfortable.
"Well, does that make you feel better?" she fluted tantalizingly down to Max, briefly lifting her panties off her skin on one side and letting them snap back.
"Stop it already, Laura, his cock is about to burst!" giggled Melissa, to which she just grinned at him. Max sat horny on the floor, his face still contorted in agony, but now also drooling and engrossed in the hot sight.
"Then he'll just need to have enough juice for a second load later," she replied unimpressed, giving Max a prompting wave. "Come on, up, up."
After they had all briefly refreshed themselves with a glass of icy Coke, they lined up again in a circle on the grass.
"So, ready for your fourth challenge yet? This time we're going to use our knee to really demolish your balls," Laura asked impatiently and excitedly.
"Fuck," Max muttered at the uninviting prospect.
"You're going to stand with your back against the wall while I and Melissa take turns slapping our knee into your balls."
"You're trying to make every one of your fantasies come true today, too, aren't you?" asked Melissa, amused.
"Every one? Where do you think you're going, we wouldn't be done by tomorrow," she giggled. "Probably two balls wouldn't be enough for that either. There would have to be at least four more at my disposal..."
"I didn't think you had so many nasty fantasies," she replied merely shaking her head.
"Now we just need to define an appropriate number of knees, what do you think Melissa is enough 20?" she mused, looking at Melissa questioningly.
"Do I perhaps have something to say as well ...", Max timidly spoke up.
"Nope!" she interrupted him. "And Melissa what do you say?"
"Sure, fits perfectly," Melissa nodded.
They lined up in a small formation so that, Max's back touched the wall and the two girls stood frontally to his right and left.
She gave Max a questioning look and then nudged his taut morning wood to draw his attention back from her body to his own private parts.
"Are you ready? This might hurt."
He merely nodded, drenched in sweat.
Not a second later, Laura rammed her hard knee into Max's soft parts with a lot of force
"Awww..." he moaned, biting his lips
"Come on, spread your legs Melissa wants to kick now" Laura rushed him impatiently
"I ... need ... another ... little moment ... oh fuck" he said out of breath.
But Laura had other plans "Forget it, you get 3 seconds rest after each kick, if that's not enough for you, you can give up right now."
Meanwhile Melissa didn't take long, put her hand on Max's shoulder and with a loud clap sank her knee into his balls.
"Ahhhh my balls!" screamed Max as he was about to struggle again but was pushed against the wall by Laura and Melissa.
Max was helplessly exposed to them, again and again his balls were mercilessly abused. Again and again, he had the urge to just give up, but he didn't, he wanted to win at all costs.
For the last time Melissa let her hard knee slap into Max's crown jewels before the two girls let go of him.
Immediately Max threw himself back on his back and rolled across the floor with rattling breaths. Laura and Melissa also sat down on the grass and watched him in amusement.
"Wow ... that was a really fun workout, I must admit" Laura grinned cheekily while wiping off her sweat.
"Yeah, it was really funny, and I think Max worked up a good sweat too, hihi" Melissa replied giggling.
"I need a sip to drink" announced Melissa, who was still the most clothed of them all.
"Great idea. Me too," Laura agreed and rose with her.
"What about you, Max?"
Max, meanwhile, had remained busted and stared up at them, blinking at the question.
"Nope," he then merely stammered out roughly before continuing to gasp for air in hasty breaths. Laura and Melissa looked at each other, shrugging, and poured themselves two more glasses of Coke.
