Emily and Christina Molest Mike's BALLS to help him concentrate #1

This story was written for [u/mikik144](https://www.reddit.com/user/mikik144).

This was supposed to be a short one part story, but I got carried away and ended up with this really long story. I promise that you'll find every sentence enjoyable, though!

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"Ugh, Mike!" said Emily in a frustrated tone. "I swear. If you stutter one more time while presenting this slide, I will have to come up there and punch your balls for wasting our time!"

Emily was visibly furious. They had booked the seminar hall to rehearse a seminar on the topic *Self Defense Against Men*; that they had to present next week. But they were making no progress as Mike was stuttering on his very first slide.

Emily wanted to present the seminar along with just her best friend Christina, but Christina insisted that they should also include Mike, their friend, to get a male perspective of what is effective when used against a man in self defense. Emily knew that Christina's reasoning was only a pretense, and the real reason she wanted Mike to be included was because she had a secret crush on him and wanted to spend more time with him.

Emily was very annoyed with Mike for not being able to present even his very first slide. The three of them were supposed to come prepared so that they could rehearse in the seminar hall. Emily and Christina were both thorough with their parts; Mike was the only one left who hadn't yet perfected his part of the presentation.

Emily had gone through a lot of troubles to reserve the seminar hall, so naturally, she was very annoyed with Mike, who made her efforts go in vain by not being able to present his slides.

Emily would get her revenge on Mike, later.

When Mike heard Emily threaten to punch his balls, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He had a secret fetish for being hit in the balls by a woman. A naughty thought occurred to Mike: *Maybe I should stutter intentionally this time...* Then he could have his balls punched by Emily! He would love that! But he brushed that thought aside as he did not want to disappoint his friends; they had spent a lot of time preparing for the rehearsal, and he couldn't lay all of their preparations to waste just for the sake of his twisted desires.

Mike started his presentation over, again. He had in fact practiced his presentation for longer than Emily and Christina had. But every time he tried to present, his eyes would dart to marvel at Christina's sumptuous cleavage, and he would lose focus and mess up his presentation.

This time, though, Mike was determined to not get distracted as he could see the anger bubbling in Emily's face. He could see in Emily's eyes how fed up she was with his failed attempts. He found a similar impression in Christina's eyes, who was equally fed up with him as Emily. He could see that Christina had now folded her arms...

*Oh no. Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate,* Mike thought to himself. Christina's folded arms made her already big boobs look even bigger and increased the amount of cleavage that was visible.

Mike used all his willpower to try and not look at Christina's boobs again, but he couldn't help it; the image was ingrained in his brain and his eyes involuntarily darted toward Christina's chest, and he lost his concentration immediately. He had messed up. Again.

Emily was fuming. She started walking toward Mike briskly.

Mike saw Emily walking toward him, and he realized that she was coming there to punch his balls; to the moon, judging by the angry look on her face! He couldn't wait for Emily to reach him! He felt a little naughty, being eager for Emily to punch his balls, knowing that it was supposed to be a punishment. He surreptitiously spread his legs apart so that Emily could more easily access his balls and abuse them as a punishment for wasting her efforts at booking the seminar room. He hoped that she would punch three times: two for wasting her time preparing for the rehearsal and for wasting her efforts at reserving the seminal hall; another for wasting Christina's time preparing for the rehearsal.

While his fate was approaching him, Mike was thinking up a strategy to try and receive more than the due amount of punches. He thought about confessing that he lost his concentration because of Christina's big boobs; maybe if he phrased it as though he was blaming Christina for having big boobs, Emily would be angered enough to punch his balls, with both hands, until both her hands tired enough to not be able to deliver any more punches to his delicate balls. Maybe Christina will be offended enough to join Emily in throwing a fist or kick here and there, even though Christina was known to be a very gentle person. Maybe he could somehow provoke Christina into also battering his balls ruthlessly, with both hands, until she was tired enough to not be able to anymore.

After having more of such blissful thoughts, Mike noticed that Emily walked right past him... and toward her laptop. She reached over and unplugged her laptop from the projector's connector. She was not coming toward him to batter his balls... She was coming there merely to retrieve her laptop!

Mike felt very foolish. His horniness often deluded his thinking, and he was ashamed of it.

Emily faced herself toward Mike, and said in an undertone, "This won't work, Mike. It looks like you haven't prepared anything for today! You couldn't even get past your very first slide without fumbling!"

Emily then noticed that Mike's legs were spread wide apart, opening an easy access to his vulnerable balls. Emily became furious looking at this. She could understand that Mike may have messed up, and not prepared for the rehearsal... But she at the least expected Mike to have gone through the content of the seminar. A man with wide open legs is an easy target for a girl to strike. Mike would have known that if he had gone through the seminar content.

Emily stowed away her laptop temporarily and walked up to Mike and placed her hands on his shoulders. Mike was confused by the touch, was she... trying to console him? Emily stared Mike in the eyes, she would cherish the agony that would soon replace his stolid facial expression. Then she chirped in an almost innocent voice, "This wouldn't happen to you if you had read the seminar content!" as she drew her knee as far behind as she could. Mike realized what was happening and knew that he couldn't escape the wrath of Emily's knee in time. Mike couldn't even brace himself as Emily rammed his balls with her knee mercilessly. The knee caught his body completely off guard and unprepared. His balls were helplessly smacked upwards briefly before being pinned against his hard pelvis. She could feel Mike's balls squish against her knee, and because she had gone through the seminar content, unlike Mike, she knew that this meant that she had pulled a perfect knee to the balls.

Emily was so proud of her perfect knee that she left her knee pressed against Mike's squishy balls; her knee hanging in the air as Mike squealed his lungs out. She maintained her hands on his shoulders to prevent him from falling over. Then, Emily said, "You will come to my home and learn your part in the presentation under our supervision. I don't trust you to prepare on your own anymore." Then Emily pushed her knee a little higher to emphasize her next point, "Oh and I have a whole bunch of other moves I have learnt from the seminar content that I can use on you if you don't do as we tell you to." Emily now pushed her knee even further up, and she said in an authoritative tone, "Do you understand?..."

When Emily first held up her knee after kneeing Mike, the majority of Mike's weight concentrated on his balls, which were held up by Emily's knee and squished between Emily's knee and his hard pelvis. Mike couldn't find his voice to make any other sound other than his squeal. When Emily pushed her knee higher up, Mike's toes were almost off the ground and he had let out an "Ohhhh..." He continued, in the same breath and in a lower voice, squeaking, "Emily... Emily... Please... Ohhh..." Then when Emily pushed her leg even higher to really rub salt on the wound, his feet were completely off the ground, his entire weight completely concentrated on his balls, which were being squished even more tightly between Emily's knee and his pelvis. Mike's voice became higher in pitch as he continued pleading Emily to release him using a vocabulary mostly limited to '*Emilyyyy', 'Ohhh' and 'Pleaseee'*.

Emily was fed up with all the pleading. "I am asking you: DO YOU UNDERSTAND? YES OR NO?"

Mike squeaked "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes" in the high pitched voice. Emily pretended to not be able to understand Mike, she cupped a hand around an ear as if trying to hear Mike more clearly; she enjoyed prolonging his helplessness and pain. Finally, Emily decided that Mike had understood, and slowly lowered her knee so that Mike could collapse on the floor

Mike had really underestimated how capable Emily was. He had never before received such a devastating blow to his balls. He would cherish this memory, no doubt, but presently, the pain was unbearable. He did not want to imagine being at the receiving end of any of her other killer moves.

Mike sat on the floor, legs crossed to give the maximum amount of room he could give to his balls, and started soothing his throbbing balls lightly with the tips of his fingers. Emily saw tears in his eyes and felt a little guilty for being so ruthless with the knee. But only Mike knew that those tears were, in part, tears of joy! Being busted by a girl as pretty as Emily was a dream come true for him. Although, after the pain set in, he decided that he rather preferred not being at the receiving end of Emily's ball-crushing moves.

Christina was seeing all of this from where she was originally seated. She chuckled to herself quietly, Emily always found an excuse to bust balls, and today was no exception. She finally got up, stretched, and started walking toward Emily, who was proudly eyeing the result of her work.

Mike, who was still resting on the floor, got a thought in his mind. He said, "Emily... You had promised to punch me... Why did you knee me!"

Emily smirked, Mike had just earned himself a punch to the balls with that observation. She said, "The knee was for not reading the seminar content." Mike had in fact read the seminar content multiple times, but he didn't want to interrupt Emily—who was now towering over him menacingly, her feet just a few inches from his balls—and risk any more abuse. Emily continued, "I didn't forget about the punch" she lied. "I thought it would only be fair to allow Christina to punch your balls, as I have already knee-grinded you. She's probably just as frustrated with you today as I am, and probably wants to relieve that frustration on your balls too."

Christina sighed, she didn't expect to be invited to Emily's busting session, at least not so soon. Christina would normally have denied the offer, but Mike was special. She was eager to have any kind of physical contact with Mike, even if it was just the contact of her knuckles colliding with his balls. And she did believe that punching Mike's balls could relieve some of her frustration with him.

Christina had a thought. She said, really hoping that Mike had chosen to go commando that day, "Ok Mike, let's be quick, don't want to waste anymore time here. Remove your pants, I don't want the impact of my punches being dampened because of your pants."

Emily was impressed with Christina's thinking, *Oh of course! That completely makes sense! Why didn't I think of that?*

Mike blushed slightly. He had a boner, and without his pants, it would be very visible. He said, "Oh come on Christina, I'll let you punch twice if it's any compensation, please allow me to wear my pants..." Mike was even willing to offer his balls to Christina for a thousand punches, but he didn't want to seem suspicious; he had to wait for an appropriate opportunity to offer his balls to Christina.

"An extra punch is no compensation!" snapped Emily. "One punch to the bare balls is probably equivalent to something like 10 punches to the balls protected with stiff fabric," said Emily, exaggerating. "Mike, you would know that if you had read the seminar content like you were supposed to. And besides, we're not asking you to remove your boxers... Just your pants."

"But I did read the seminar content," said Mike. He did not want to seem like a jerk who took his responsibilities for granted, and indeed, he had read the seminar content. In fact, he read some parts of it multiple times; mostly the parts which have to do with counter-offenses aimed at the male groin.

Emily was almost bursting with her anger. "Mike! If you have any hope of being able to present at the seminar, it's our supervision. And we will not be having your lies!"

Christina held Emily back before she could step on Mike's balls, which were still lying on the floor, being soothed by two fingers, in the perfect position to be trapped under Emily's foot. Then Christina, after having calmed Emily down, folded her arms really tight so that her boobs seemed larger than ever, bent her back so that her boobs were at Mike's eye level, and said, "Mike, you have spoken enough for today, can you please just co-operate and get this over with?"

Mike was completely hypnotized by the big boobs which were being presented to him right in front of his eyes. At that moment, he was willing to do anything Christina wanted him to. He said, almost drooling, "Oka...ay..."

Emily, still red with anger, although in a better position to control her anger now, said, "And he deserves an extra punch for lying!"

Christina replied, as though consoling a child, "Yes, I agree with that, Emily."

Emily, calmer now, said "And he also deserves a punch for not obeying to us immediately!"

Christina thought that was excessive, but agreed anyway, "Okay Emily, he will be punched thrice, while in his boxers. You agree that this is fair, don't you, Mike?" Christina unobtrusively jiggled her a body a little while she spoke to Mike.

The jiggling had the intended effect. Mike was captivated by the jiggling boobies in front of his eyes. "Okay," he agreed, although he didn't really know what he was agreeing to at that time as his full attention was spent at admiring Christina's boobs.

Christina, glad that everything was settled, straightened her body and offered a hand to Mike, to help him off the floor.

Mike got up and realized what he had just agreed to. On one hand he was glad that he got to enjoy two extra punches by Christina, who would probably not be as brutal as Emily, but on the other hand, he was scared that by removing his pants, he would make his boner visible.

Emily, as soon as Mike was up, quickly started trying to tug down Mike's pants from behind. Christina helped with unbuttoning his pants at the front and the two of them were able to get Mike's pants down to his ankles in record speed.

Mike looked down and saw that his boner was very visible. The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to hide the outline of his boner. Dread filled him. Christina was sure to notice it.

Christina let out a quiet gasp when she saw Mike's boner. She was used to inducing boners on men because of her big boobs, but she had expected Emily's ruthless knee-grinding to have quieted down any boner.

Christina knew that if Emily were to see Mike's boner, she would go absolutely bonkers and demand to punch Mike's balls until his boner died down, and longer, for good measure. This was Emily's standard protocol for dealing with guys who got a boner in the midst of a group study session (which happened very often when Christina and her big boobs were around).

Christina saw the fear in Mike's eyes. She guessed that he was thinking along the same lines. Christina could understand Mike getting a boner, it was her, after all, who jiggled her big boobies right in front of his face. She didn't want to be the reason Mike got into even more trouble with Emily, who seemed to be in quite the mood for busting his balls.

Christina gave a subtle nod to Mike, trying to assure him that his secret was safe with her, and then she spoke to Emily, who was still behind Mike, "Hey Emily, Can you restrain Mike from behind? I don't want him falling over before I'm done."

Emily said, "Sure," and slipped her arms through Mike's underarms and held him firmly.

*As long as Emily is behind Mike, she won't see his boner.* *I have to make sure Mike's pants are back up before Emily is able to view his front,* thought Christina to herself.

Now for the next task at hand, punching Mike's balls. This will be the first time Christina had ever punched a guy in the balls, but she was thorough with the theory and the most effective approaches from having researched about it for the seminar.

Christina decided that she would go for an uppercut. She kneeled down and curled her fingers to form a fist. She practiced swinging her fist through the air for a while, lengthening the arc of the fist to maximize the speed at impact of the fist, just as she had learnt.

Mike was staring at Christina's boobs the whole while. He was mesmerized by their movement as she swung her fist. Mike felt his boner strengthening even more... Here he was... Staring at the largest pair of boobies he knew, as they jiggled with the swing of a fist that would soon bury itself amongst his balls

Without any warning, Christina changed the path of her practice swing and aimed for Mike's balls. She was really eager to apply all the knowledge she had gained while researching for the seminar. At least she would gain something that day, if not for a successful seminar rehearsal.

Mike braced himself as he watched the fist on its path to his balls... Christina's big boobs also appearing in the same frame... A naughty smile on Christina's face... It was the best sight Mike had ever seen.

Christina was imagining that she was uppercutting the balls of a pervert who had just squeezed her boobs. Christina was able to muster enough power in her fist to, potentially, completely knock the breath out of Mike... But for all that power... Her fist missed its target.

The only effect that the fist had on Mike other than a brief sting was to make his boner even stronger, but Christina didn't notice this.

Emily could feel a minute upward pressure on Mike's body, but judging by Mike's lack of a reaction, Emily guessed that Christina had completely missed.

Emily chuckled. "Need help locating the balls even after all the preparation you've put in to learning about hitting the balls in the right way?" teased Emily. She was not surprised by Christina's miss, given her total lack of experience. "You need to practice your aim more than your swings," advised Emily.

Christina felt a little embarrassed. She heeded Emily's advise and practiced a single path to Mike's balls, swinging along the path slowly and stopping just short of the target.

Mike noticed how different Christina was to Emily when it came to busting balls. Busting balls was as natural as punching a punching bag to Emily, the only difference being that punching balls gave you a live feedback of how strong your punch was, in the form of grunts, screams, and possibly, pleadings. Whereas with Christina, it did not seem to come to her naturally at all, she seemed to calculate the full trajectory of her fist beforehand, and seemed to measure the length of her fist arc, almost mechanically.

Emily noticed this too. She knew that there is no fun in punching balls mechanically, just for the sake of delivering a punishment. The real fun is in completely relying on your instincts and trusting the movements of your body to help you achieve your goal (annihilating balls) as best as you can, and to hear the whimper of the unfortunate lad as a confirmation of your achieving the goal. She wanted to point this out to Christina, but stopped herself. This was no place or time to train Christina. She could train Christina with Mike's balls when they were at Emily's home later to help Mike with his presentation; Emily had a feeling that Mike was one of those boys who liked being hit in the nuts by a woman. Though he tried to hide this, Emily could see it in his face and in his demeanor. She really hoped he was, she hadn't had a good busting session in a long time, and she could help Christina learn to bust balls, too.

While Emily and Mike were with their thoughts, Christina went in for the kill.

Mike got back his bearings after he felt an unpleasant, but not painful, pressure that applied itself on his balls for a brief moment.

He realized that Christina had just hit his balls with her fist, although very lightly. Unsure of whether he should consider that as a punch, he said an "ouch," so that Christina wouldn't feel bad for the ineffective, and possibly wasted, punch.

Emily didn't feel any pressure on Mike's body this time, and was confused when Mike said his *ouch,* which was the worst imitation of a real *ouch,* in Emily's opinion.

"Yay, I got him!" said Christina, she could now mention in the presentation that she had practical experience in performing some of the defensive techniques, she told to herself.

Emily realized what had happened. She said "Oh Christina, when I told you to focus on your aim, I didn't tell you to also punch lighter than a baby!"

"But..." said Christina, heartbroken at Emily's mocking comment, "My fist would have veered off-course if I had tried to put any more strength into the punch!"

Emily sighed. Christina was really a novice at this. Emily said, "You have to loosen up your arm a bit and put in every bit of force you've got, and just rely on your body's instincts to guide the missile to its destination."

Christina said, "but didn't you hear him say *ouch*? Isn't that one of the indications of an effective punch?"

Emily couldn't believe Christina had just said that. "Christina, him *saying* ouch is only an indication of him having fallen down on his head when he was a kid, probably. You're supposed to get an *ouuguughghhhhh*, as a *reaction* said Emily, giving her best imitation of a bloke who had just been struck in the balls. *Saying* is not the same as reacting."

"Oh..." said Christina, sheepishly.

Emily now wanted to address Mike. She thought it was very rude of him to fake the reaction. Emily released one of her arms from Mike and reached under Mike to rest both his balls on the palm of one hand, then she wrapped her fingers around his balls. She said, "Before you think about faking a reaction with us ever again, just know that my hand is eager and prepared to squeeze your balls hard enough to leave you in a permanent state of cry. You'd never be able to fake a cry then." She twisted Mike's balls slightly, to emphasize her point.

Mike let out a small whimper at the twist. He acknowledged Emily by nodding his head and lightly stroking Emily's hand, which had taken hostage of his delicate balls, to coax her into releasing her hostage.

Emily withdrew her hand from Mike's balls and also withdrew her other arm.

Mike was confused... Why did she stop restraining him...? Did she change her mind about... and his thought was cut short as he felt a powerful fist smash his balls from behind. Emily had kneeled, and, using her instincts of course, delivered a devastating blow to the back of Mike's balls with a hard fist.

Christina could see the outline of Mike's balls move upwards, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers, until they reached Mike's boner and collided with it briefly.

Mike howled in a very funny tone until he had expended all of his breath. And then he took a deep breath to demonstrate to Christina what a genuine *ouch* sounded like. He began, "Ouuughghhuuuuguuughhghghhguughghghgguuugh," and continued the verse until he ran out of breath. Then he took another deep breath to start the next verse of his agony.

Emily left her hand hanging in the air after she had connected. She tilted her head sideways, and smiled at Christina's astonished face. She thought that Christina was appreciating her perfect blow, but in reality, Christina was astonished because she couldn't believe that Emily had just stolen her last punch, her only chance at correcting her punch.

Mike's balls were coaxed by gravity to come back down, and they did, smacking against Emily's outstretched hand in their return journey.

Emily retrieved her hand before Mike collapsed on the floor, once again, now making whimpering noises and trying to soothe his upset balls.

Then, Emily said, proudly, "That's what a *real* punch to the balls looks like."

"Keep this as the baseline of the kind of reaction you must get from a punch to the balls," said Emily. Now you'll be able to differentiate between when you're tapping his balls and when you're actually punching his balls," winked Emily.

Emily smirked a little at Mike's fallen form before continuing, "That last punch didn't count, as I was just showing Christina how it's done. Christina, you've still got to punch his balls three times. And we have established what the baseline for the reaction of a punch is."

Christina was glad that she still got to punch Mike's balls.

Mike wanted to protest that, technically, the three punches were already up; but he dared not speak so to Emily, who would surely find a way to further increase his punishment. The best he could do was, hope that Emily didn't have any more *demonstrations.*

Mike wondered, if Emily considered that punch as the *baseline*, what would her hardest punch feel like, if he ever happened to provoke her? A chill travelled the length of his spine.

A punch from Emily was the last thing Mike was expecting. Now having experienced Emily's knee and punch, he made a note to himself to never mess with Emily. Mike hoped that Christina would deliver her punches from his front, unlike Emily's surprise attack, so that he could see her big boobies jiggle as she set her fist to smash his delicate balls.

A light punch from Christina; a shy smile on her face; her big boobies jiggling wildly; it would be paradise to Mike. A memory that he would hold onto for a long time.

But he suspected that Emily wouldn't let him get away with just a light punch from Christina. At least, Mike thought to himself, Christin'a jiggling boobs would help him ease the pain. It might be worth it.

Emily looked at her watch and announced that their reservation was almost up, and that they had to leave the seminar hall.

Christina helped Mike up and helped him with putting his pants back on while Emily went to fetch her laptop. Christina had succeeded at hiding Mike's boner from Emily, for which Mike would be ever grateful.

Christina noticed, as she briefly touched Mike's boner while helping him in through his pants that his boner was as solid as a rock. She blushed a little, she couldn't believe that her boobs had caused Mike to sustain such a powerful boner for such a long time, and that it had survived Emily's brutal punch. Her boobs were not the only cause for his arousal, but they were a major contributing factor.

The three of them decided to go to Emily's home to make sure that Mike prepared for his part of the presentation (Mike couldn't deny needing supervision, fearing that it might invite more ruthless abuse to his balls by Emily). They decided to stay at Emily's place until the presentation next week, since Emily was living alone, anyway.

Mike learnt that his 3 punches from Christina would be the first item on the agenda to complete at Emily's home. Emily reminded Christina that her blows would not count as a punch if she did not receive a reaction as good as or better than the baseline reaction she got from punching Mike's balls from behind.

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