No one was surprised when it happened. They had all been waiting for it, hoping for it; they knew it had to happen eventually.
For the past hour and half, Bobby had staggered his way down the line of girls, allowing each one a chance to thoroughly pulverize his manhood with their knee. For an hour and a half, since his encounter with Melanie, he hadn’t stopped crying. That’s not to say his crying didn’t vary from time to time. Depending on the violence being inflicted on him, his state varied anywhere between gentle sobbing and horrific wailing. Most of it was muffled of course by the large red ball strapped in his mouth. The exception had been when the tall, muscular volleyball-girl had taken her turn. She had told Eve that she had bad knees, and was wondering if she could wear a knee guard. Eve had not seen a problem with her wearing the hard, plastic protective-device, although Bobby certainly had; not even the ballgag had been able to quiet his screeching.
By all rights, his nuts should have been mush by now. However, as Bobby suffered the non-stop mashing of his testicles, the orbs only continued to swell in size. By the time he neared the end of the line, they were huge, looking to be about the size of two, elongated volleyballs. They had grown so large that his silly, spandex outfit could just barely contain them. Testicle meat had begun bugling out of its spandex casing on both sides.
There might have been something virile and masculine about nuts half that size, if they had hung on a proportional man, perhaps a 6’6 body builder. However, for Bobby, the little wimp of a boy being savagely beaten by a pack of girls, the bigger his genitals swelled, the more pathetic he looked.
He had just stumbled up to the last girl in line. His outfit was stretched to its limit, torn in several areas. Perhaps it was fitting that it happen then, since it was the little, Asian girl who had first torn Bobby’s uniform. She only had the chance to bring one tentative knee into the boy’s tender testicles. As her knee came away, there was a ripping sound, and, to all thirty girls’ great delight, two huge testicles came spilling out.
All the girls just stared in amazement at the train-wreck that was Bobby’s genitals. They had all known what they were doing to the poor boy, but seeing his pulverized meat dangling there just made it all the more entertaining. From dark-purple to sickening yellow, his nuts were covered with every shade of bruise imaginable within the spectrum of pain.
Bobby stared down at his own exposed genitals with a look of terror on his face. At first, Melanie thought that Bobby was simply horrified by the damage done to his manhood, but when she heard Eve’s hard footsteps moving in Bobby’s direction she knew the true reason for his fear.
Eve rapidly crossed the stage and grabbed Bobby by the hair.
“I warned you, didn’t I,” she yelled at him angrily.
With her right hand still clutching his hair, she began walking briskly back to the other side of the stage, dragging Bobby with her. The whimpering boy did his best to keep up, his naked and mangled nuts flopping wildly between his legs.
“But, yet again, you had to be a little pervert and expose yourself to these poor girls,” she said, throwing him into the stage block.
The stage block caught Bobby square in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. For the moment, the whimpering and crying stopped. Eve roughly shoved him further up onto the block, so that he was laying on his stomach. Then viciously grabbed both his legs and splayed them out, so that one stuck out from either side of the block.
Now Bobby’s two rotund balls dangled flat against the back of the block. The back of Bobby’s massive testes were mostly virgin territory. With the exception of a couple smaller bruises, probably caused when Melanie kneed him from behind, this portion of the boy’s balls had escaped largely unscathed.
“Your going to regret being such a gross, little pervert,” Eve continued to rant, as she crossed the stage to grabbed something. As she turned, Melanie could see Eve was holding the wooden rod she had used earlier in the class. Eve stormed over to where Bobby lay and raised the rod into the air.
This is going to be good, Melanie thought excitedly. It was then that she first noticed that her underwear had become sopping wet. She didn’t give it much thought however, she was too preoccupied with what was unfolding in front of her.
The rod came sailing down into Bobby’s naked balls. SNICK! Up and down again like lightning. SNICK! Yet another into the exact same spot on Bobby’s upper testicles. SNICK!
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! The testicle meat around the rod started to jiggle slightly.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK!Eve began to methodically work her way down her son’s ballsack.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK!Muffled shrieks and whimpers, along with gurgling and all sorts of frantic noises began coming from the boy.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Ignoring the sounds, Eve continued raining down blow after blow, causing the boy’s tender balls to quiver like gelatin.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Melanie was a little disappointed. For all the boy’s shrieking, the wooden rod seemed to be having little physical effect on the huge, dangling gonads.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK!Eve was working the middle of her son’s testicles. when Melanie first noticed the red streaks forming towards the top of Bobby’s balls.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Hundreds of bright red welts were now forming on the area of the boy’s ballsack that had been worked over by the rod.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Eve was nearing the bottom of her son’s balls.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! As always, Bobby presented quite the comical sight. With each blow from the rod, his splayed out legs had begun to shake violently.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Upon reaching the bottom of her son’s gonads, and thoroughly caning them as well, Eve began to work her way back up.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Where the new blows intersected with the old, darker, meaner looking red welts raised up.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! By the time Eve reached the top of her son’s genitals again, the ballgag could no longer muffle the boy’s shrieking.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! She wasn’t done with him yet, though. She began to methodically work her way back down.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Melanie had always wonder what strangling a cat would actually sound like. She was pretty sure she now knew the answer.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Where the strokes overlapped yet again, nasty crimson and purple welts formed.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Down and up.
SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Up and dow.
After beating her son’s testicles incessantly for over a half an hour, Eve finally let the cane come to a rest at 11:21pm. The end result of her work was a checkerboard of stripes and welts crisscrossing one another. The brutality encompassed the whole backside of Bobby’s massive balls. Eve had been very thorough in her a work, very few areas of nut flesh had been left unmarked. In some areas where the cane had landed one too many times, ever so slight trickles of blood formed.
“I hope you learned your lesson,” Eve told the Boy.
Melanie wasn’t exactly sure what lesson Bobby was suppose to take out of this.
Wear stronger fabric if you are going to let a pack of girls beat your genitals or, perhaps, don’t let little Asian girls claw your testicles, Melanie thought to herself, causing her to chuckle quietly.
In any case, it probably didn’t matter. Melanie was almost sure Bobby hadn’t heard his mother. He was too busy still sobbing violently into his ballgag, his whole body glistening with sweat.
The boy clearly wasn’t doing well. On the other hand, Melanie was doing great. She had long ago realized that she enjoyed watching the boy suffer, but she hadn’t thought about the nature of her enjoyment. Now that things had slowed down for a moment, Melanie was forced to come to terms with the small lake forming in her panties.
I’m getting aroused by this boy’s pain, Melanie admitted to herself, much to her own surprise.
“Well class, I’m sorry,” Eve began. “Due to Bobby’s awful behavior tonight, we are going to have to end the class early. I’m sorry you had to see this.” She drove the cane one last time into the nut-mush, eliciting a garbled wail from Bobby.
Eve was answered by thirty voices crying their dismay. “No!” “Please No!” “We don’t mind his balls!” “Please let us kick him some more!”
Listening to them beg Eve to let them beat her son some more, Melanie couldn’t help but wonder if the enjoyment they were having wasn’t the same as her own; maybe there wasn’t a dry panty in the auditorium.
“I’m sorry girls,” Eve answered them. “Really I am, but I could get in trouble with the school board. Bobby already flashed you all twice tonight. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t get expelled.”
“You won’t get in trouble,” Tina’s voice rose above the rest. “I promise. My mom is the head of the school board. I’ll talk to her.”
“Your Mrs. Swanson’s daughter?” Eve asked surprised.
Tina nodded.
“Ok, we will continue on. Just promise me if any issues arise, you will explain the situation to your mother.”
Tina nodded again.
“Ok girls,” Eve shouted to them all. “We don’t have a lot of time, and none of you have passed the class yet.”
“You are all going to take the final test as a group,” she continued and she strode over to the side of the stage a picked up a water bottle. “You pass or fail as a group.” She walked up to Bobby and removed his ball gag. “Each of you gets one kick. By the time all thirty of you have gone, this water bottle should be empty.” She then poured a large portion of the water into Bobby’s mouth, where he held it in his cheeks.
Oh I see, thought Melanie after a moment. We have to kick him so hard that he spews out the water.
Her underwear became slightly more wet.
Bobby knew what was happening right away, without any instructions. I wonder how many times he’s played this game.
“Now before we begin,” Eve addressed them again. “I just want to make sure you are all wearing rubber tennis shoes, or some other firm sole shoe. That stage block is very hard, and if one of you should be off target you could stub, or even break, a toe. And, I don’t want to see anyone get injured.” She paused a moment before adding, “Also, try to aim for the center of the testicle. That should cushion your foot against the impact.”
The girls all nodded.
As always, Holly was first to go. She took a long time lining up her target. Finally, she took one large step with her left leg, and brought the flat of her shoe into the very bottom of Bobby’s engorged, right orb.
It wasn’t a very good kick, but Bobby sent out a fountain of water all the same. Holly was going to go to the back of the line, but Eve waved her over.
“Given Bobby’s awful manners this evening, I think it would be a good idea if he took this opportunity to thank each of you for coming.” Eve stated.
“Thank you.” Sobbed the boy, water still dribbling from his mouth. Eve poured more water in.
The skinny blond was next, she drove the point of her shoe high into Bobby’s left nut. It was a solid kick, but there wasn’t much weight behind it. Bobby snorted in pain, but the water stayed in.
“Thank you.” He garbled, with water in his mouth, and then let out a pathetic whimper.
The heavy set girl was next. Her foot connected dead-center in his right ball. Flat in the middle, with meat bulging out on every side, it momentarily looked like a testicle donut. A geyser of water came from Bobby’s mouth. His high-pitched “thank you” was proceeded and followed by hysterical sobbing.
Melanie lined up the same nut. The water had barely been poured into Bobby’s mouth when she struck. Instead of going with a more conventional kick, she went with a sidekick and landed it perfectly. Her foot, just slightly longer than the middle of Bobby’s right nut, brutally squished the hemisphere of the orb. She heard the water splattering on the floor.
She had an odd thought for a moment. What if it were semen instead of water? What if I kicked him so hard that it blew his load out his mouth? She knew it was impossible, but that didn’t stop the wetness in her panties from spreading.
She walked up to the front of the block. Bobby was sobbing wildly again, causing his whole body to shake. When he heard her approached, he sniffled a little and stopped. He looked at her with glassy eyes and whimpered his thanks.
It’s weird, Melanie thought looking down at him. There’s no anger in his voice. It’s not even a perfunctory thanks, done because he has to. He is legitimately thanking me.
Melanie realized then that she liked the boy. He was handsome, even if a bit pale. He was definitely scrawny, but what little muscle he did have was well defined. It wasn’t a crush. You can’t have a crush on a beaten dog, can you? Whatever it was, she legitimately liked him.
“Your welcome,” Melanie replied with a giggle, and tussled his dark blonde hair.
Bobby’s mouth was refilled with water, and within five seconds Tina had blown it back out of him by gouging the tip of her shoe into the tender looking bottom of his left nut.
“Thank you” he croaked, before his mouth was filled again.
“What a gentleman,” Eve said with a smile. “Only five of you have gone and the bottle is almost half empty. He must be trying to let you win. I think we are going to have to find an incentive for Bobby to try harder.”
She walked over once again to the side of the stage, and retrieved one large boot
“Bobby,” she began, holding the boot in front of him. “You remember this from the other night?”
The boy nodded, trembling all over as though he had been kicked.
“If you lose,” she continued, “I’m going to let them have a bonus round with it.”
His eyes grew wide, and he began to cry so violently that he lost the water already in his mouth. He looked down in terror at the growing puddle beneath him and began to cry some more.
“Not a good start,” Eve chuckled.
“What is it!?” At least a dozen girls asked at once.
The answer, “a steel-toed boot,” sent the girls wild. Melanie wasn’t sure if the boot had made Bobby any more determined, but it certainly had a dramatic effect on the rest of them.
The volleyball-girl was next. She targeted his left ball and drove her foot home with deadly precision. Bobby whimpered his thanks as the last of the water leaked from his mouth.
The short redhead, who had been worried before about hurting Bobby, was next. She didn’t seem too worried about that now. She drove her shoe upward into the underside of Bobby’s swollen, right nut. It flew up violently and then flopped back down, the bulbous sack continuing swaying slightly.
The girl scowled when no water spewed from the boy’s mouth. She came closer to the boy, and then, unexpectedly, drove her knee square into the same nut, grinding the mashed meat as hard as she could into the stage block. The boy writhed violently in response to the unexpected assault, but somehow still manage to keep the water in. “Thank you.”
Despite the fact his balls were looking more tender and grossly swollen by the minute, Bobby began to hold his own.
A solid punt by a lanky brunette. “Thank you.”
A heel driven deep into his left ball by a cute blonde. “Thank you.”
A solid roundhouse to his left nut delivered by an athletic looking blonde. “Thank you.”
A nice, solid jump kick by a tall redhead that sent Bobby’s left nut so high that it smacked him in the butt before flopping back down. “Thank you.”
A hard but misplaced kick by a short brunette that ricocheted off Bobby’s inflamed, right orb causing it to wobble a little. “Thank you.”
Then there came an tall and heavy-set brunette. From what Melanie had seen, she hadn’t been especially vicious that night. (That is to say, no more vicious than any of the other girls there that night, who were now all single-minded in their desire to mangled this little boy’s genitals.)
Before kicking, she grabbed Bobby’s monstrous right nut with both hands and set it on top of the stage block so that it was hanging off the edge. Then, moving her right leg in large clockwise arch, she brought down a brutal axe kick into the exposed organ. Her aim was perfect, cracking Bobby’s egg on the edge of the block. The boy shrieked and water came spilling out. She had to wait for the boy’s coughing fit to subside to receive her thanks.
It was five more solid punts before the next load of water dribbled out of the boy’s mouth. Eve waited for Bobby’s sobbing to subside before filling his mouth up once again.
“Only one more gulp left in the bottle,” Eve declared. Excited by the news, the girls began to chant “crack his nuts,” drowning out Bobby’s weeping.
The next girl, a plain looking brunette, did just that. She sent a surprisingly agile flying-kick into Bobby’s right orb and still managed to land gracefully on her feet. Bobby showed remarkably little grace at having his nut thoroughly squished, and sent the better part of his water shooting out his nose.
“Thank you,” Bobby wailed, gasping for air.
“This is it girls,” Eve said excitedly. “One more for the win.”
The girls responded by chanting louder. “Crack his nuts!”
A punt by a busting redhead. Bobby garbled his thanks, water still in his mouth.
A powerful kick by a curvy blonde. No geyser.
A misplaced kick by a short but muscular black girl. Nothing.
Seven more kicks and seven more whimpers of thanks, but no water.
The little Asian girl was last to go. The chanting had stopped. The girls had all but admitted defeat. Eve was standing at the back of the stage block now. She had moved there after giving Bobby the last of the water. When the little Asian girl came up to take her turn, Eve motioned for her to come over. Eve bent down and whispered something in the girl’s ear. The short girl nodded with a smile and then stepped aside, while Eve eyed up Bobby’s horribly mangled genitals.
She stood there a moment, and then charged. Eve had kicked Bobby several times earlier during the evening, but not like this. It was like testicular dynamite. The result was testicle splattered against wood. Bobby blew the water out so hard at first, that it came out as mist. The rest drooled out of his agape mouth.
“Great kick!” Eve told the little Asian girl with a wink.
Bobby didn’t make a sound for a while, not a squeak or a moan. But then the sobbing returned more violent than ever. Melanie wasn’t sure if it was from the kick or from the fact that Holly was already trying on the steal-toed boot. Clearly, Bobby had a lot to be sad about.
“Sorry if they don’t fit you perfectly,” Eve told her. “There the only pair I have.”
“And you,” she said, turning to Bobby with a grin. “Stop your whining. You lost fair and square, and nobody likes a sore loser.”
Melanie wasn’t sure if the pun was intended, but she began chuckling to herself all the same.
