Maybe the girls had built up an appetite from beating Bobby in the groin, or maybe they were just anxious to start kneeing the boy’s bulging crotch, but the group began to consume the refreshments at an extraordinary rate. Melanie didn’t have any herself, instead she watched Bobby gingerly move about the stage with the broom.
Tina walked up next to Melanie with a cookie in hand, “Well that was fun, wasn’t it!”
“It really was,” Melanie admitted with a smile.
“Does it seem to you,” Tina began somewhat awkwardly, “like the boy’s padding has gotten bigger…like a lot bigger?”
Before Melanie could share her similar suspicions, Eve began to speak.
“Wow, looks like you finished off the cookies and punch. I hope there was enough for everyone. It hasn’t been 10 minutes yet. Should we resume the class a little early?”
Eve was greeted by a multitude of shouts to the affirmative.
The girls got back on stage and lined up in their previous order. Eve motioned the girl in front, the same brunette with the curly hair, to step forward.
“Ok, as I said before, we are going to be practicing the knee now,” Eve said facing the large group. “The knee is absolutely critical for incapacitating an assailant who is grabbing you.”
She motioned for Bobby to step forward. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she turned again to face the audience of girls.
“Ideally, your going to want to bring your kneecap into Bobby’s groin. However, with the knee, accuracy isn’t as important as power. Whether you hit him with your kneecap or somewhere along your thigh, if you drive it in between his legs with enough force, it will hurt.”
“Now the key to a powerful strike with your knee is to bring your body weight into the blow. Observe.”
Still holding on to Bobby’s shoulders, Eve stretched her right leg back while bending her left knee. Lunging forward off of her left leg, her right knee cracked into Bobby so hard that his whole body shook. Whatever substance was protecting Bobby’s groin bulged out around Eve’s leg.
The boy began to tremble and had a look on his face as though he was moments away from sobbing.
“Shhhhh,” Eve said to him, rubbing the back of his head. “There is still so much more to come.”
Locked in an embrace with Bobby, one leg still firmly planted in his crotch, Eve once again faced the girls.
“Preferably, you will have room to bring your full momentum into the knee. However, if an attacker is holding on to you, you may only be able to shift your body slightly. Even in this case, you still want to bring as much weight as you can into you blows. Any lack of power should be made up for by the rapidity of your strikes. Watch.
Eve lowered her knee and rocked back slightly before slamming her knee right back up between Bobby’s legs. Bobby whimpered softly. His arms wrapped around Eve’s neck, although it hardly looked like he was assailing her. Rather, it looked like he was hugging her just to remain standing.
Over and over again she brought her knee violently up into the large, squishy lumps bulging from the boy’s spandex encased pelvis. After about minute she finally stopped; Bobby’s legs were visibly shaking.
“…And that’s how it’s done,” Eve said with a smile. “Now I want all you to try?”
Eve looked over at the first participant.
“What’s your name dear?” Eve asked.
“Holly,” the girl responded in an excited voice.
“Bobby, go give Holly over there a hug,” Eve ordered.
Whimpering, Bobby shuffled over to the girl and did as he was ordered.
“Now Holly,” Eve continued. “Begin by trying to drive Bobby away from you with your knees. Once you have him at a good distance, put all your weight behind you and try to just absolutely flatten him.”
“Alright,” Holly said chuckling. “Is there any kind of scenario here? Should I pretend his is a mugger or something?”
“You can if you want,” Eve responded cheerfully. “But, I don’t see what’s wrong with the current scenario. This little pervert here is trying to hug you. Seems like incentive enough to wreck his balls.”
The girls all began to laugh.
“Alright, might as well get started,” Holly said, now in a slightly nervous tone. “Hope that padding of yours holds up, Bobby.”
Still with a smile still on her face, the girl brought her knee up into Bobby’s exposed groin. It was a tentative blow. Still, Bobby grunted. She did it again, this time a little harder. Then again, even harder still. As her attacks became more vicious, her knee drove deeper and deeper into the large orbs.
Bobby twisted and groaned as the blows continued to be driven home into the huge, bulging sack in his pants. Melanie could tell, without a doubt, that the boy was in pain. Still, despite his obvious discomfort, the boy kept his legs far apart, leaving his groin open to Holly’s assault.
Eventually, after a several minute long crotch pummeling, Bobby stumbled backward losing the grip on his hug.
Perhaps sensing the boy’s pain, Holly hesitated for a moment.
“Keep up the attack Holly!” Eve shouted. “You’re did good getting him off of you. Now it’s time to cripple the little wimp!”
And attack Holly did! With her first blow, she brought her kneecap squarely into the boy’s right nut, crushing it against his pelvis. The boy responded with a high-pitched squeak. Nearly losing her balance, it was now Holly’s turn to latch onto Bobby.
With her arms on his shoulders and her left foot planted on the outside of his right, Holly now took aim at his left testicle. Over and over she cracked the nut causing Bobby to continue squeaking like a mouse. Her aim wasn’t perfect. Sometime the nut was smashed on her knee, other times on her upper thigh. It didn’t matter though. Holly’s attacks came with enough force that a mangled nut was always the result.
Finally, after another 3-4 minutes, Holly’s onslaught finally came to a halt. Despite her best efforts, the boy wasn’t crippled, not quite at least. Eve gave him a shove in the direction of the next participant, the skinny, blonde girl. Bobby stumbled and wound up landing facedown at her feet. The sight of the hapless boy sent the girls into another fit of laughter.
Struggling, Bobby stood and wrapped his arms around the girl whose turn it was to beat him. No sooner had he hugged her, than the girl began firing. Just like her punches, her knees came one after another. With deadly precision, she drove her right kneecap up repeatedly into the very center of Bobby’s left ball. Each time her bony knee slammed into Bobby’s left ball, the boy’s face contorted in pain.
After only a few minutes of this non-stop brutal treatment, Bobby lost his grip on the girl. Before he could stagger backwards, the girl grabbed him around the waist. She held him close to her as her knee continued pound the poor boy. This continued for almost ten minutes, during which time Bobby began to sound something akin to a straggled cat.
“Very good!” Eve exclaimed, after the girl had finally stopped butchering her step-son. “Normally, I would encourage you to get Bobby more at a distance so you can put more weight behind your blows. But, your so quick and lethal up close. Again, great job!”
“As for you Bobby,” Eve began, as she walked over to a bag at the corner of the stage. “I think we’ve heard enough out of you for one night.”
She returned with a big, red ball-gag, which she unceremoniously jammed into the boy’s mouth. For some reason, this too sent the pack of girls into hysterics; the boy just looked so pathetic.
It was probably a good thing Eve chose to put the ball-gag in. Next up was the heavyset girl. Melanie could see the fear in Bobby’s eyes as he approached. The boy wrapped his arms around her neck and the girl began what appeared to Melanie more like demolition work than self-defense. Her powerful knees literally lifted Bobby into the air with each thunderous blow. Bobby was probably shrieking beneath his gag, but all that came out were tiny whistles of air.
It was no more than a minute before Bobby lost his grip. Melanie was surprised he lasted as long as he did. Having lost his grip, things got worse for Bobby rather than better, much worse. The girl positioned the boy at a distance from her, and began taking running starts at him.
As Melanie watched, she couldn’t help but think it was like watching a train wreck. The girl certainly came at Bobby like a train, and oh did she wreck him. Melanie couldn’t help but admire the fact that Bobby remained on his feet, even if just barely. Tears rolling from his eyes, Bobby still kept his legs wide open to receive the pain.
Melanie could tell the girl was having blast. Bobby’s groin was thoroughly blasted. After just over five minutes, it appeared as if the girl was finally done with Bobby, but then the stage block caught her eye. She led a delirious Bobby over to the stage block, and lifted him up there herself.
It took Bobby a moment to realize what was going to happen. When the girl began to lead him to the edge of the block by his hands, it finally dawned on him. There was terror in his eyes and he shook his head at the fat girl below, his eyes pleading.
“I hope that padding is still working,” Tina snickered into Melanie’s ear.
The mysteriously expanding padding was now nearly the size of two cantaloupes, which bulged horribly from between Bobby’s legs. Finally, an obedient Bobby, with his legs wide open so his cantaloupes were completely exposed, stepped off of the platform. He, or rather his cantaloupes, were met in midair by the large girl’s skyrocketing knee. There was a loud crunch.
Bobby crumpled to the stage on his knees, his face buried in his arms. The girls all gasped in unison. Bobby’s padding had fallen out. Only, the orbs weren’t padding, nor were they cantaloupes. Protruding from either side of Bobby’s spandex outfit were two enormous, horribly battered testicles.
“How!” Eve began, at the same time slamming her boot into the boy’s bloated, right testicle.
“Dare!” she continued, crunching his left.
“You!” She blasted his bruise covered right ball again.
“Expose!” His left ball wobbled under another heavy blow
“Yourself!” His right ball was flattened against the back of his thigh.
“To!” Eve’s boot drove deep into the claw-marked portion of Bobby’s left testicle, on which a girl had recently hung.
“These!” The right nut went splat.
“Girls!” The left was hit so hard that is still shook for a half of second after impact.
After each blow, Bobby screeched something that sounded to Melanie like “I’m sorry mommy,” although due to the ball-gag it came out “I’mmpgh Sorfffy Morthy” along with a great deal of drool.
“Get yourself presentable,” Eve hissed.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Eve apologized to the girls, as Bobby struggled to stuff his mangled testicles back into his spandex outfit. Clearly even touching his balls was painful to the boy and the groin of the wrestling outfit wasn’t made to contain cantaloupes.
Finally, Bobby succeeded in his endeavor and, to Melanie’s horror, stumbled up to her, tears rolling down his eyes, and gave her a big hug. In all the excitement, Melanie had totally forgot she was next in line. She froze. The words “they’re real” ran repeatedly through her mind.
