I think his halloween costume looks better with his balls out
I don't know who brought him here, and I certainly didn't invite this freak. He is wearing a full body jumpsuit with random tears all over the fabric. The costume is hideous, and it doesn't even match with his hair color.
I pull him aside to ask him the meaning of his horrible costume. Then I notice that there is a small hole in the crotch area of his costume. There is no doubt in my mind that this freak tore that hole so he could flash his tiny (judging by the size of the hole) penis through it.
But I have a much better use for the hole. I pull him into an empty room and lock the door.
"Let me fix your costume," I say, and then I slip one finger through the hole to locate his balls. I am happy to learn that he is not wearing any underwear, this will make things a lot easier. After having located the balls, I use my other hand to grasp a ball through the fabric. I try to push the ball through the hole in the fabric, but the ball isn't going through the hole.
I try to stretch the small hole, but it's of no use. So I continue trying to push the ball through, hoping that applying more pressure might do the trick.
"Trust my fashion sense, your costume will look much better if we are able to get your balls out in the air," I explain to him. Indeed, I did believe it would be the best thing to do to improve his costume. It would ensure that he is not able to flash his little penis at my party, and at the same time make his costume more unique and noteworthy.
After a few minutes of trying to push the ball through the hole, I realize my mistake. The ball is simply too big for the hole.
Well, there is a simple solution to that:
COMPRESS HIS BALL!
So I clamp down hard on his ball and compress it, all the while urging it to go through the hole. He is yelling now, but it doesn't distract me because I'm used to it.
Finally, I am able to compress his ball enough to fit it through the hole. I get it halfway through, but then my grip slips.
"Oops."
The ball gets stuck in the fabric, in its compressed state.
I take a moment to enjoy the expression on his face before pushing the ball out of the hole.
"One ball done, one more to go, I can already see the improvement!" I cheer.
The final ball is even harder to get through, but having as much experience as I do when it comes to squeezing balls, I am able to compress it down to the appropriate size (with much pain for him, of course).
I had gotten the ball halfway through the hole (it takes a long time to push the compressed ball through the hole) when my phone started to buzz. I leave the ball stuck there as it is, to attend to the call.
I'm trying to speak on the phone but the freak is whimpering too loudly for me to hear anything. I turn to his direction, and see that he is cupping his hands around the ball which is stuck.
"Oh." I forgot how painful it must be for him to have his ball stuck in its compressed state.
"Give me one sec," I say to my phone. It's my fault for not recognizing the source of the whimpering. Let me quickly set his balls right so that I can get back to my call. I decide to push the ball back into the costume because that would take lesser time (I really wanted to get back to my call).
I give the stuck ball a solid uppercut, it remained unaffected (probably because of the angle), but there was certainly *some* effect, the freak screamed his lungs out.
The freak is cooperating quite well, even if I am undoing my progress with his second ball. He's quite patient with me, does he like having his balls hurt by me? Nah, he probably just understands that I am his only hope at fashion.
This time I take my fist far back to ready a killer punch. I hit with a
WHAMMMMM!
Because of the amount of force in the punch, my aim went slightly off. I unintentionally hit the wrong ball.
"Oops."
Not only did my fist hit the wrong ball, but the sheer force pushed the wrong ball to collide with the stuck ball. The stuck ball freed itself into the costume (success!) but my fist continued to also push the wrong ball back into the costume through the hole.
Now both his balls are back in the costume and we're back to square one. I just undid all my work. Great.
My temper gets the better of me and I give him a solid knee for wasting my time. It's his fault after all, if he hadn't whimpered, we would have both his balls out by now.
While he is on the floor, cradling his balls, I get back to my phone call.
After I'm done with my phone call, I see him stood obediently, waiting for me patiently. Damn, it's as though he likes being hurt in the balls. But I'm pretty sure it's only because he knows that I'm the best bet he has at improving his pathetic costume. Of course, nobody would want to be hit in the balls intentionally...
I use the same compression method and start trying to get his balls out. But I discover that it's harder than the first time. I quickly realize that it's because his balls have swollen a little.
I am utterly frustrated. I wouldn't have had to worry about this if the freak had just kept his mouth shut during my call. I ram my knee into his balls,
WHAMM!
And then one more knee,
WHAMMM!!
He crumples to the floor.
And then I start kicking his balls (while he is on the floor) to work out all of my frustrations.
THUMP! THUMPPP! THUMP!
I stop kicking because I realize that I'm only swelling his balls even more! Argh! I really want to just break his balls at this point! That could be one way of getting his balls out!
But Emily never leaves a job unfinished, and never deviates from the original goal. Focus Emily, Focus.
What followed was that the entire party heard very loud yelps from the room while I forced the freak's balls out of the hole mercilessly. It took time, but I succeeded.
The aftermath: there were tears running down the freak's eyes, and he was still whimpering. I give his balls (which are now sticking out of his costume) a few flicks to get his attention.
FLICK! FLICKK! FLICK!
"Let's see how the girls like your costume!
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