Revenge in the Shower

"There he is. We should wait 5 more minutes."

It was a warm, cloudless July afternoon in Osaka, Japan, where 19-year-olds Narumi Hasegawa and Mariko Takahashi sat in Mariko's car, waiting for her boyfriend Kenji to come home from his baseball game. The two had just seen him walk through the front door of his house. Narumi - his ex who hadn't known she was his ex until 3 days ago - knew that it would take him less than 5 minutes to throw off his sweaty uniform, hop in the shower, and spend the next 30 minutes wiping the dirt off of himself.

As they both waited, getting mentally prepared for what they were about to do, Narumi thought back to high school, where Kenji had been the perfect boyfriend. He had been good-looking, sweet, strong, caring, and - when the time had come - amazing in bed. She had heard so many girls talk about how the first time always hurts. Not with her and Kenji. She'd had several mindblowing orgasms when she lost her virginity to him and each time they did it after that, it had been just as good.

She was sad when he chose to stay in Osaka for university instead of going with her to Tokyo, but she understood it. Living with his parents was cheaper. Plus, he promised they would stay together and eventually, once Kenji had a stable job, get married. The long-distance relationship during their freshman year had been hard on Narumi...so many older guys at school had caught her eye and even more had hit on her...but she stayed loyal to Kenji, knowing that he was staying loyal to her. Until she got a call from Mariko.

Mariko was also a freshman at Kenji's university, coming there from the northern city of Sapporo. She had caught his eye in one of their classes and he quickly introduced himself. He had been super fun to hang out with, showing her around her new city, making a move on her on their second date, and being patient when she wanted to wait two months before having sex with him.

Now she knew the reason for his patience. He had been going up to Tokyo almost every weekend (to visit relatives, he claimed) and sleeping with Narumi. She would never have known if Kenji hadn't gotten drunk at her apartment - it was always her apartment... he had made one excuse after another to avoid taking her to his house - and passed out with his phone unlocked.

At first, she was going to leave it alone. She trusted Kenji and didn't want to violate his privacy. But she noticed he kept getting message after message on Facebook from a girl named Narumi, some of them with kissing emojis. The last notification said she had sent a photo and Mariko couldn't contain her suspicion any longer. She opened the message. It was Narumi, naked and posing. The rest of the conversation hit Mariko like a ton of bricks. Almost shaking, she hit the Call button and introduced herself. The two girls then began planning their revenge.

"Ok, it's been 5 minutes, let's go."

Narumi and Mariko got out of the car, crossed the street, and rang the doorbell. Kenji's mother answered.

"Konnichiwa, Mrs. Nomura!"

"Narumi! Come in, it's been such a long time! How have you been?"

"I've been well! This is my cousin Mariko from Tokyo. We're in town for the weekend."

"Hajimemashite, Nomura-san." Mariko bowed and tried her best to fake a Tokyo accent.

"Is Kenji home?" Narumi continued.

"Yes, but he just got in the shower."

"Ok, we'll wait for him in his room."

The girls made their way down the hall to Kenji's room. When they were satisfied that Mrs. Nomura had gone back to the living room, they quietly crept further down the hall, slowly opened the bathroom door, went in, and locked it behind them. In the outer bathroom (the shower was in the adjoining room with its own door), the girls stripped naked. They could hear the water running as Kenji showered, the steam obscuring his own naked body through the window.

Narumi quietly opened the shower room door and slipped in behind Kenji, who was using the handheld shower head to start rinsing off. She left the door open a crack so that Mariko could hear what was going on.

"Hi, Kenji!"

"WHAT THE -" Kenji spun around, startled.

"Shh, shh," Narumi put her left hand over his mouth while running her right hand down his still-soapy chest. "I'm in Osaka for the weekend. Let's have some fun."

He smiled as her right hand continued past his abs and down to his groin. She slipped her hand between his scrotum and his inner thigh, then flicked her thumb up underneath his penis. This allowed her to make an O with her thumb and index finger at the base of his sack. She then cradled his balls with the other three fingers, and used her left hand to give the tip of his rapidly hardening dick a couple of gentle tugs.

"Narumi-chan, why-- HNGNGNGNGNHHHH!!!"

Before he could finish asking why she was there, she clenched her right hand like she was crushing a stress ball and put her left hand back over his mouth to muffle his initial scream. Then she pulled his testicles as far away from his body as she could and moved her left hand from his mouth to his eyes, jamming her fingers into his sockets and trying to get as much soap in them as possible.

Poor Kenji had no idea how to defend himself. His first reaction was to drop the shower head and try to pull her hand away from his groin, but her grip was too strong, and before he could build up any real force down there, he had to move one hand to his face to deal with the soap in his eyes. Between the extreme pain in his balls and the stinging in his eyes, he was too weak to do much of anything.

This was Mariko's cue. She rushed in, tied a wet washrag around his mouth, and held his arms back. Narumi took the half-inch-diameter metal tube that connected the shower head to the wall and tightly wrapped it twice around the base of his ballsack. She then swung the shower head between his ankles, from where Mariko grabbed the tube and yanked it up as harshly as she could between Kenji's butt cheeks. The force of this yanked his tied-up balls towards his butt and sent his torso lurching down, with his head landing in Narumi's B-cup boobs.

Narumi slapped him across the face.

"You idiot! You thought I wouldn't find out? You're never going to touch my boobs again!" She chuckled cruelly. "Shit, you'll be lucky if you can even get it up anymore after this."

She grabbed Kenji's hands, which had gone back down towards his groin, and brought them behind his back, where Mariko was still waiting with the shower head tube. Mariko quickly used it to tie his hands behind his back. The shower head itself served as the anchor in the knot that kept the tube in place, putting excruciating pressure on Kenji's balls, which got worse every time he tried to wriggle out.

Satisfied with their work so far, the girls added a couple of finishing touches. Mariko lifted Kenji's chin up and looked into his eyes, which had cleared up just enough for him to see. He hadn't realized until now that SHE was the other girl in the room. Now he knew exactly why they were there and his blood ran cold.

"You think I'm just some dumb northern girl who doesn't know when someone is playing me?! If you ever see my face again, you'll lose your balls for good!"

She took the gel body wash, rubbed a blob of it in her hands, and massaged both of his eyes with her thumbs. Kenji let out another muffled scream and violently shook his head in the vain hope of getting some of it out. Narumi then turned the water on the strongest, coldest setting, which ran directly onto his balls.

"Let's see if your balls survive the shrinkage! Goodbye, you piece of shit!"

The girls walked out of the shower room, dried off with the towel Kenji had put there, got dressed, and walked to the front door of the house.

"You girls are leaving already?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Nomura," Narumi said. "My mom forgot something at her office and she wants me to drive her there. I'll text Kenji later. It was good seeing you!"

Mariko gave a half-bow as the pair rushed out the door and drove away, giddy about what they'd done to their two-faced ex and certain he'd be too ashamed to report them to anyone. They were wrong.

Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Nomura thought it was odd that Kenji was still in the shower.

"Kenji? Kenji! Hurry up, you're wasting all the water!"

When she got no response, she entered the outer bathroom. The first thing she noticed was that the water was running, but the steam was all gone. Kenji didn't take cold showers. Less than a second later, she heard muffled screaming and burst into the shower room to find her son bound and gagged, exactly as the girls had left him.

"Kenji! Oh my god! What happened???"

She quickly turned off the water, took the washrag out of his mouth, and worked on loosening the knot made by the shower head.

"Mom, call the police! Narumi and Mariko did this to me!"

"Those little bitches! Why would they do that?"

"Narumi found out I was dating Mariko and they plotted with each other. They attacked me out of nowhere."

"You were doing what...?" Mrs. Nomura's hands slowly let go of the shower head.

"Mom, I couldn't be alone while Narumi was in Tokyo! I love her, but she was just too far away!"

A wave of shame washed over Mrs. Nomura, along with the memory of her high school sweetheart who had done almost exactly the same thing to her when he had left to go to school in another city. She had thought she'd raised her son to be more honorable than that and it infuriated her to learn that she had failed.

Kenji's mom grabbed the shower head tube still firmly lodged in his butt cheeks and yanked up towards the ceiling, sending another wave of pain through Kenji's bound testicles. He let out a high-pitched scream that echoed through the bathroom.

"You fucking idiot!" She slapped him in the back of the head. "Narumi's mother and I have been talking for years about how perfect you two were for each other and how we were going to be in-laws! How can I even show my face to her now?!"

"Mom, I'm sorry! Please, untie me!"

Mrs. Nomura wasn't going to leave her son there forever, but she was still too angry to think straight. Kenji needed more punishment, even if her future grandchildren's existence was at risk.

"You little shit! You're going to stay there until I can think of what to say the next time I see Mrs. Hasegawa!"

"Mom! No! Please!" Soapy tears streamed out of Kenji's eyes, stinging them all over again.

Mrs. Nomura stormed out of the room, leaving her son in his predicament for another 30 minutes before finally untying him. The pain was gone in a few hours, but it was a lesson Kenji Nomura would remember for the rest of his life.