Emily and Christina Molest Mike's BALLS to help him concentrate #2

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Although it's possible to enjoy reading this part without having read the previous part, I recommend reading the previous part before reading this one.

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Emily, Christina and Mike were making their way to Emily's home from the seminar hall. Christina was acutely aware of Mike sneaking glances at her big boobs throughout the walk, but she didn't say anything about it. She was proud of having such an effect on men. She wondered whether her big boobs would be able to keep Mike enamored even when she was delivering her three punches to his balls at Emily's home.

As soon as they reached Emily's home, Mike asked, "So, now you're going to punch... my balls, Christina? Thrice?"

"Yes," replied Emily stolidly before Christina could utter a word. Emily hadn't forgotten the punishment that she had sentenced to Mike in the seminar hall. "Christina will indeed punch your balls, Mike. Thrice."

Emily suspected that Mike was the kind of guy who would fantasize about having his delicate bits handled roughly by a woman (and she was right about that); so she could understand Mike's eagerness to his punishment.

"Let's not forget that we're here to help Mike prepare for his part in the seminar," said Christina. She knew Emily to be obsessed with working out, and she knew that Emily preferred to workout with the balls of unfortunate blokes—*Balls give you live feedback of the effectiveness of your workout... In the form of whimpers and pleadings,* Emily would say. So Christina was worried that Emily would somehow find a way to keep punishing Mike's balls, distracting them from their work. Emily had already negotiated up Mike's initial punishment of 1 punch to the balls to 3 punches to the bare balls.

Once inside Emily's home, Christina unhooked her bra from underneath her shirt and hung it on the coat hanger nonchalantly. The three of them were going to stay at Emily's place till their presentation next week, so Christina figured that she might as well get comfortable right away. "Ohh, I've been waiting to free these!" said Christina as she lightly massaged her breasts from inside her shirt. Mike was delighted when he saw the massive bra on the coat hanger and when he could surreptitiously sneak glimpses at the outline of Christina's chest against the fabric of her top.

Emily shot a nasty look at Christina. Christina had never before gone braless on the numerous other occasions that she had been at Emily's home for group studies, Emily knew that she was doing it now only because of Mike, on whom she knew Christina had a bit of a crush. "Might as well go completely topless" Emily rebuked, though Christina would have gladly done just that. Christina had had a crush on Mike for a long time and was in fact responsible for convincing Emily to include Mike in their presentation.

Christina wouldn't normally have agreed to dish out Emily's default punishment: abusing balls, but for Mike, she was eager to learn his every reaction and his every expression; so she gladly accepted the task.

Emily led the three of them into a largely empty room. She was aware of the possibility of Mike falling after receiving one of Christina's punches, she was worried that he might hurt himself on something, so she chose to take them to a room with no furniture; the room had just a punching bag tied at the center of the room. It was a punching bag that Emily would often use to relieve her stress (when she did not have a pair of balls *at hand*, so to speak).

Emily gave a swift punch to the punching bag and called to Christina, "I hope you remember what counts as a punch!"

Christina did remember. Emily had demonstrated, with Mike's balls—after seeing Christina's meek attempt at a punch—what a real punch to the balls was supposed to look like. Emily had given a powerful punch to Mike's balls from behind, which elicited an agony filled wail from Mike's mouth. Looking at the punching bag in the room, Christina now understood how Emily had trained her killer punch.

Christina was to at least get Mike to match the intensity of his reaction to Emily's punch, when receiving Christina's punch, if the punch was to be counted. Emily suggested this to make the punishment fair, as she knew that Christina had no experience with punching balls and would inevitably burn through her punches without causing much impact to Mike's balls.

Emily untied the punching bag and laid it to one corner of the room in order to make more room. "Ok, Christina, let's see if you can punch balls," Emily said. "But remember, your punch won't count unless it triggers in Mike a reaction at least on par with the reaction to my punch in the seminar hall."

Emily walked over to Mike, slipped one hand into his pants, fished for her favorite part of the male body: the balls. Finding her target, she cupped both his balls in her hand and said, "I hope you know what will happen if you fake a reaction," said Emily, giving a light twist to his balls to make clear who was in control.

Mike whimpered at the twist, nodding his head. His instinct urged him to get away from there, but he knew that any sudden movements could result in an even stronger twist to his balls. He knew that all he could do to ease the pain was to allow Emily to have her way with his balls and adhere to everything she said.

Mike had a naughty thought: maybe he should intentionally fake a reaction; he could get busted by both Emily and Christina at the same time, a memory he would save in his mind for a long time. But it was a silly thought. Mike could bear with Christina's meek punches all day long, and even enjoy it, but he could not handle Emily's ball abuse. He might enjoy having his balls abused, but that didn't make his balls immune to pain. He could not imagine baring through Emily's harsh ball abuse again.

Emily was really tempted to twist Mike's balls even further, but she managed to control herself. She let go of Mike's balls, made her way to the punching bag which was lying on its side, and sat on top of it.

"Mike, it's time to remove your pants!" said Christina. It had been decided that Mike must remove his pants for the punishment, as the pants offered resistance to the punches. Christina wondered whether Mike still had a boner, as he did in the seminar hall, and if he did, whether Emily would notice it and demand for his balls to be appropriately punished, as she normally would when their male friends sported a boner in the midst of a group study session.

But Mike's boner had calmed down. Emily's twist and threat had filled his head with fear and apprehension: *what if she claims that I'm faking a reaction even when I'm not? Should I numb down my reactions so that Emily couldn't claim so?*

Mike removed his pants, now down to his boxers and his tank top.

"Remove your top too!" said Christina, eager to get Mike as naked as possible.

Emily sighed. *These two lovebirds would probably already be naked if I weren't in the room right now,* she thought to herself.

Mike was too transfixed at Christina's breasts—which made a visible outline against her thin top—to protest. He removed his top and threw it toward Emily unintentionally. Luckily for Mike, it fell short of reaching Emily.

Emily shot Christina a questioning look, to which Christina replied with a wink, "I want to see his muscles contract as my fist molests his balls!"

"Remove your boxers too!" said Christina, trying her luck.

Emily interrupted, "I don't see why that's necessary."

"Well, Emily..." said Christina in the most innocent voice she could muster, "I really want to follow your advise from the seminar hall; I want to rely more on my instincts than having to train my fist to follow a fixed path to the balls. But I can't see my targets if he has his boxers on, and that would mean I would have to locate his balls by touch and plan a fixed path to that spot, which is exactly what you advised me against doing..."

To emphasize her point about not being able to locate Mike's balls by just sight, Christina came close to Mike and put her fist lightly to his boxers, and said, "are your balls here?"

"No. You're too far to the right."

She moved her fist a little, "Here?"

"No... now you're too low"

She moved her fist much higher, almost to his waist, "Here?"

"No, no, not that high..."

"Okay, stop!" said an Emily who had presently buried her face in the palms of her hands. Just as skilled as Emily was with finding a reason to bust balls, so was Christina when it came to finding a reason to strip Mike. "Mike, just remove your boxers."

Mike was hesitant, but he didn't want to object Emily; not the Emily who had brought to his balls pain that he had never before imagined.

So Mike removed his boxers, to Christina's delight.

"Hmm, I want to try a jab like the one you had delivered to Mike's balls, Emily," said Christina. "But Mike's penis is going to come in the way..."

"Let me guess," interrupted Emily. "You want to go topless so that Mike gets a boner and no longer has his balls protected by his penis?"

"No!" said Christina, although she did think it was a pretty sound idea. "I was merely just going to ask you if you could help me by holding his penis up from behind."

"Pfft, I'm not going to hold his penis with my hands. Besides, I'm sure we can get him a boner faster than I can walk to him. In fact, I'm sure we can get him a boner even without having you go topless. I bet he'd get a hard boner within you doing three jumping jacks."

"Oh come on Emily," said Christina. "If he gets hard within three jumping jacks, I'll let you take two of my punches."

"Deal! Mike, if you're not staring at Christina's boobs while she's doing her jumping jacks, I'll have to make your balls want to jump away from me."

Mike gulped, but was glad he could now stare at Christina's big boobies openly.

Christina took her position and couldn't help but smile when she saw Mike's mesmerized face as he was staring at her boobs with all his concentration. She squeezed her boobs together a little, just to tease Mike.

Mike got a half boner immediately when he saw Christina's squeezed boobs. *Oh no, there is no way I am going to survive this display without a boner,* he thought to himself. Mike really did not want any more of Emily's punches, but he couldn't do anything to control his boner.

Christina realized her mistake and immediately let go of her boobs and said, "Mike, if you do get hard, you earn an extra kick from me for perving at my boobs!"

Mike wouldn't mind the extra kick from Christina, but the two punches from Emily is not something he thought his balls could handle.

Christina started her jumping jacks.

Mike felt a current as his body got ready to build a really hard boner. He tried to unfocus his eyes, though that hardly helped as his brain had already memorized the sight.

"Look at how her boobs are jiggling, Mike!" said Emily.

But Mike already had a rock-hard boner.

And Christina had not even finished her jumping jacks. Looking at Mike's boner, Christina stormed toward Mike and shot her foot up to his balls. Christina didn't need any time to prepare her kick, her foot found its target naturally. Her foot smacked Mike's balls loudly, unevenly though, so that his left ball was hit harder than his right ball.

If Christina's jumping jacks had given him a strong boner, Mike didn't know what Christina's jiggling boobies—as she ran up to him with the intention of smashing his balls—gave him.

Mike did not expect Christina to be capable of such a devastating blow. He crumpled to the floor clutching his balls, uttering a high pitched shriek as he fell.

Emily was similarly surprised with Christina's kick. She was proud to have indirectly been the cause of Christina's awakening. "You see how natural and stress-relieving it is to kick balls, Christina? You feel how different this is to your earlier calculated punch?"

The kick had transformed Christina. She could now see how Emily enjoyed abusing balls. She enjoyed observing every change in Mike's face as it came to realize what was about to happen; every contraction in his muscles as they braced for her foot; every note uttered by his vocal cords as they tried futilely to alleviate the pain.

"Indeed I do, Emily. I might have to switch to your workout routine after this."

Emily smiled, knowing exactly what kind of *workout routine* Christina was referring to.

Christina looked down to Mike, saw his astonished face and chuckled to herself. She pushed his hands away and placed one foot on his balls so that both his balls were right under her foot. "We aren't done, Mikey. I still have got a punch to deliver to your balls!"

Mike looked up at Christina's boobs to help relieve some of the pain. He mustered the strength to get himself up. He urged his body up, but unfortunately for Mike, he had forgotten about Christina's foot which was still placed on top of his balls. Mike felt his balls strain against Christina's foot as he tried to rise, and fell back to the ground.

"Oops," said Christina with an evil smile. She was starting to enjoy the dominance she had just gained over him.

Christina removed her foot, and said, "get up Mikey, we haven't got all day..."

"I'm surprised you still have a boner!" said Christina, eyeing Mike's crotch.

In fact, Christina's kick, despite the pain it had delivered, had only strengthened Mike's boner (what with all the boob jiggling that preceded the kick) if anything.

As he got up, he felt a sudden and immense pain in his balls. But how could that be? He was still covering his balls from the front, and Christina was yet to strike his balls...

His balls pinned itself against his own hands with great force, being pushed forward by an unknown force. His hands moved to the sides involuntarily to allow the balls to continue its path.

As his balls flew up to hit his boner, he saw a fist emerge. The fist that had driven his balls. Emily's fist. The fist then became an arm as it continued moving through the gap between his legs.

Emily had just given his balls a powerful jab from behind, just like she had in the seminar hall.

The tenderness of his balls from Christina's recent kick, along with the sheer force with which his balls were impacted by Emily's fist made this the most painful punch he had ever received.

"Surprise punches are the best type of punches!" said Emily triumphantly.

Mike fell to his side on the ground, emitting a sound louder and more agony filled than any that Emily or Christina had ever heard.

"Covering your balls from the front does not make them immune from behind, Mike," said Emily, who was bending over him from behind to watch him cradle his battered balls.

Watching how his boner had not calmed down even after her powerful punch, Emily was now sure that Mike was indeed into ballbusting.

Mike spread his legs on the floor so that his balls had the most room they could get, and fanned his balls with his hands.

The vulnerable state in which his balls were tempted Emily.

Emily took a small running start, jumped up with both feet, and landed on one foot... on Mike's balls. The foot landed perfectly on both of his balls.

Emily wanted to continue maintaining her entire weight on Mike's balls, but she lost balance and had to place her other foot on the floor.

"Exposed balls are as good as crushed balls!" exclaimed Emily.

Mike yelped louder than ever. Tears were running down his eyes. He lightly moved his fingers along the foot which was still planted on his balls, soothing the foot as he couldn't soothe his balls.

Emily eased off of Mike's balls, feeling a little pity.

As soon as his balls were relieved, Mike rolled all over the floor, trying to relieve his pain. Not even looking at Christina's boobs could relieve this pain.

Christina was impressed with Emily's move, but nevertheless thought it was harsh on Mike. "Ok Mike, your balls have received enough abuse for now, consider your punishment complete."

Emily pat Mike on the back and said, "you took it well, buddy!"

Emily and Christina leave Mike alone in the room for a while, giving him time to recuperate from that day's devastating blows.

When Emily and Christina return, they find Mike lying on a big puddle of his own cum.

Mike's eyes were rolled back and had a hand on his penis while it twitched as it pumped every last drop of cum out of his body.

Emily was furious. While Christina cleaned up the filth, Emily yanked Mike to the center of the room by his balls and tied his hands above his head using the rope that suspended the punching bag.

"That should keep him from filling your home with his cum again," said Christina, giggling.

"He could still cum, but I won't allow it," said Emily.

"What do you mean? Surely he can't jerk himself off when his hands are tied above his head!"

"No, he cannot jerk himself. But he can cum, if I want him to. I have forced cum out of men by crushing their nuts before."

"Oh Emily! I never knew you could do that! You are so knowledgeable in this! Could you please-please-please teach me how to do it? It could help us keep down Mike's horniness!"

"Oh, all you have to do is dish out sufficient amount of abuse to the balls; crush his nuts and force the cum out."

"In fact," continued Emily, "I could demonstrate it to you right now, with Mike's balls. I do think this knowledge would be useful to you. It's a quick way to help a guy concentrate, their mind learns to focus on a single thing (pain), and their horniness reduces with the cum being drained out of their system."

"That would be awesome!"

"Now that I think about it, I think Mike could serve a better purpose on stage—presenting slides is clearly not his thing..."

Christina jumped with excitement; she could see where this was going and couldn't wait to learn more about battering balls from Emily.

"Let's use Mike's balls to give our audience a live demonstration!" exclaimed Emily.

"Yes," agreed Christina. "Would you be okay with that, Mike?"

Before Mike could utter a word, Emily cupped his balls and twisted them viciously. "You would do this for us, wouldn't you Mike?" said Emily.

The sudden twist was disoriented Mike. He could only blurt out, "huh?"

Emily yanked Mike's balls and said, "You would allow us to use these to give our audience a live demonstration, wouldn't you?"

Mike just nodded his head.

But Emily was looking at his balls and not his face. She gave a harder tug, also slightly twisting his balls this time. "Don't you hear me?"

Mike mumbled a "Yes".

"Is that a—yes, you don't hear me—or a—yes, you do hear me—?" said Emily. She gave his balls a slap with one hand while she held it in place with the other. "These balls took away your rational thinking abilities—what with all the cum you have filled this room with without thinking about consequences—but have they also made you deaf?"

Mike took a deep breath and squeaked, "I can... I can hear you! And you can do anything you want with my balls for the demonstration... Just stop hurting them now... Please!"

"Good," Emily said, and let go of Mike's balls. "Since we're both ready with our presentation, we can spend the rest of the week practicing moves for the live demonstration," Emily said to Christina.

Emily knew that Mike had just cum, and wouldn't be able to cum for a while; but she nevertheless said to Christina, "I'll go prepare us some dinner. I want you to crush as much cum as you can out of Mike's balls."

Christina nodded and marched toward Mike.

Emily could see terror on Mike's face as she left the room, which made her chuckle. She could hear Mike's cries as soon as she left the room—Christina was doing her job.

Emily found the cries a little disturbing and decided to fix it. She quickly got a piece of tape and stuck it to Mike's mouth so that his cries weren't audible anymore.

Mike's balls endured a lot of abuse through the next hour. Christina was not as skilled as Emily when it came to busting balls, but she nevertheless delivered powerful blows to Mike's balls.

Christina was successful in crushing out some cum from Mike's balls, even though they had just recently been drained of all the cum they had.

Emily congratulated Christina, and untied Mike so that they could have dinner. It was decided that Mike would remain naked so that Emily and Christina could better study the effects of their abuse on Mike's balls.

Dinner saw a lot of under-the-table busting. Emily sat opposite to Mike and placed the heel of her foot on his balls, mashing them against his chair without warning.

Emily wanted to explore how much control a woman could gain over a man by taking his balls as hostage. She would ask Mike questions like, "who's the best chef in the world?" and mash Mike's balls until he gave out the right answer.

Christina didn't do much to Mike during dinner apart from a few threats here and there, just to study his expressions. But she made thorough note of Emily's techniques eagerly.

After dinner, Emily found it harder to bust Mike's balls as he kept avoiding her. Christina was tired from crushing out Mike's cum from his balls; so she did not attempt any more ball abusing techniques that day.

Emily tackled Mike down and tied a long length of string around his balls. The girls could easily get Mike's balls closer to them by pulling on the string. The idea proved to be very useful to the girls.

The rest of the week was spent trying various techniques on Mike's bare balls—sometimes when Mike was asleep (for a completely genuine reaction; Emily said). Mike's balls were crushed till he leaked all his cum on multiple occasions, to improve his concentration when his horniness got out of hand (which happened often with Christina's boobs around).

Emily and Christina had learnt a lot during the week leading up to their presentation, and they couldn't wait to share their knowledge by means of the seminar—which will include live demonstrations with Mike's balls.

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part 3: the seminar (to be written)

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