Jessica Busts a Pothead

"Paul, lets not make this difficult. I've already talked to your roommate, he told me it was your pot. There's no point denying it, and I don't like it when people lie to me. If you keep smoking pot in the dorms, some serious steps will have to be made." Jessica said in a flat tone as she stared coldly at the boy. Despite his calm outward demeanor, she could tell that he was terrified of her. Perhaps it was because he was an 18 year old freshmen, straight out of high school, and she was a senior resident assistant. It was most likely because she had a no-nonsense reputation that kept all of the boys on her floor in fear of her unique disciplinary methods. College pranks were a campus wide issue, but not on Jessica's floor.

Paul remained silent as Jessica scrutinized him. He was tall and lean with a swimmer's scrappy build. His hair was closely shaved to his head, leaving a half inch of short buzzed hair and he had deep blue eyes. She enjoyed dolling out her little punishments immensely, but never more so when the boy was as cute as Paul was. She waited until the silence forced Paul to make eye contact with her. Jessica held his gaze for several seconds, letting the fear fully take hold of him. An audible gulp from Paul broke the silence, and only then she continued to reprimand him.

"Paul, I understand that freshmen, such as yourself, often make mistakes in their first year of college, and I am not indifferent to that. Unfortunately, the university feels differently. If I write up this report, you will have to go before a judicial review board and a notation will be added to your permanent file." Jessica stopped as a new wave of fear washed over Paul's face. She smiled broadly and continued. "I don't think that's a good idea, especially on a first offense."

Paul sighed in relief. "So you won't report me?" he said, his voice cracking a bit.

"That's up to you, Paul. We can either go the official route, or you can agree to an alternate punishment that won't involve the university, it would just be between you and me. I can't let you go entirely unpunished, but I can give you this other option. I must warn you though, if you agree to take my punishment, you can't change your mind." Jessica said.

"But how will I know if it is any better than going before the judicial review?" Paul protested, sensing that she was leaving something important out.

"It won't be any better, but remember, my punishment will only be between the two of us. There won't ever be a record of the incident." Jessica said.

Paul sat silently for a moment as he decided. He didn't like agreeing to something without knowing what it was, and yet, Paul had ambitions to go to medical school after college and though a blemish on his permanent record could hurt his application. "Alright, I'll go with your punishment, as long as no one else finds out about the pot."

"Ok, I won't report it, no judicial review." Jessica said with a reassuring smile.

"So what do I have to do?" Paul asked skeptically.

"Well, whatever I tell you to do, remember? First, I'd like you to stand up . . . here." Jessica had stood up and pointed to the rug in front of her bed. Paul stood up next to her as she sized him up. He towered at least a foot above her. "Wow Paul, how tall are you?"

"Somewhere around 6'3" or so, why?" Paul said.

"Wow, that tall? You've must have played basketball in high-school." Jessica said.

"No, Varsity baseball. Second base." Paul said.

"Oh, alright, I want you to put your hands up behind your head." Jessica said. Paul began to protest, but she cut him off. "When you decided not to go through formal disciplinary action, you agreed to do whatever I asked. Now please do as I ask."

Paul didn't know what Jessica was up to but doubt was starting to enter his mind. Reluctantly he put his hands up behind his head and stared back at Jessica in silence.

"Very good, now stay still." Jessica said. Paul looked nervous but he did as he was told. Jessica ignored Paul's glance and lifted up the front of his T-shirt. She traced the outer lines of his abdominal muscles with her fingers and followed his V-line from his hips down to where they disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers. Jessica grabbed the bulge in his shorts and began to massage its contents.

Before Paul new it Jessica had her hands around his junk and had taken control. For a second he thought Jessica was coming on to him, but her uncomfortably tight grip on his balls suggested otherwise. None the less, she was a hot girl touching his manhood and his dick began to respond.

'How simple boys are,' Jessica mused as she felt Paul's dick start to harden. She hadn't planned on giving him an erection, but Jessica went with it. She slipped her hand down past the waistband of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around Paul's ranging boner. Her fingers felt like ice, but Paul enjoyed it. After a few strokes his dick was as hard as a rock. Satisfied, Jessica reached her other hand deeper into his underwear.

Paul silently watched as Jessica peered down into his shorts and examined his manhood with both hands. He hadn't been with too many women, but a few steady girlfriends in high school had given him confidence and he was proud of his manhood. Jessica would have agreed with his previous girlfriends, Paul did have a nice set of equipment. A larger than average penis two plump testicles hung loosely between Paul's muscular legs. He had an abnormal lack of pubic hair, which was either due to frequent shaving or his youth.

Jessica let Paul's shorts and slip to the floor and scooped up his nutsack into her palm. The skin was warm and rubbery, and the two soft orbs it contained felt out of place in contrast to the rest of Paul's lean body. The male genitalia never failed to amuse her, even the most cut, muscular men were running around with these soft sacks of flesh dangling between their legs. Jessica was glad to be a woman, after all she didn't have to worry about her reproductive organs hanging out of her body.

Paul seemed to have gotten over the awkwardness of this situation and really was enjoying the treatment Jessica was giving him. He hadn't been with a girl for at least a month it didn't bother him that she was his RA, in fact, if this was how she was going to punish him, he was going to break the rules more often.

A huge smile spread across Jessica's face, she had complete control over the young man. Up to this point she had been relatively gentle with Paul's gonads, but she couldn't wait to see his cute boyish face contort with pain. She started by roughly kneading Paul's nut sack like a lump of dough, working and squeezing its contents of his smooth scrotum. With her thumb and index finger locked tightly around his sack, Jessica proceeded to yank on Paul's precious plums with several sharp twists. Paul winced and coughed with each yank.

"What are you doing?" Paul groaned.

"Administering your punishment, now shush!" Jessica hissed. She clamped down on Paul's sack and squeezed his trapped balls into her palm. Paul started to breath heavily through clenched teeth as Jessica ground his nut-meat between her fingers. Jessica ignored him and tightened her grip, causing Paul to moan in pain.

Paul tried to protest, plead with her to stop, but Jessica shushed him again and grabbed his balls with both hands. Boys nuts were stubborn and did not break easily. Years of ballbusting had taught Jessica that. Even Paul's soft, young ball flesh was surprisingly resilient, but that's what made it more fun! It was always the same, no matter how endowed guy had been, even the biggest, heaviest balls were no match for her tough little fingers.

Paul felt like his nuts had been caught in a vice. Waves of pain washed over his body and he found it difficult to breath. Try as he might, he could not extricate his manhood from Jessica's crushing grip and he was getting weaker by the second. His eyes frantically shifted from Jessica's face down to her hands that were locked around his nuts and crushing the life out of them. His stomach churned and his abdominal muscles began to cramp. Paul was starting to panic. Surely his balls wouldn't be able to resist her assault much longer. As the pain peaked a new height, Paul began to fear that it was the end for his testicles, along with any ability to father children. His breaths became short, and ragged while his heart pounded like a diesel engine.

In the end, it was his knees that gave way, not his balls, and he fell back onto Jessica's bed. Finally free of Jessica's deadly grasp, he bent into a fetal position and nursed his battered balls. Jessica watched with great satisfaction while Paul moaned with his hands buried between his legs.

Jessica helped Paul lie back on her bed and sat next to him. Despite the damage she had just inflicted to his manhood, Paul remained highly cooperative. She could tell that he was a good guy over all, he just needed a bit of encouragement to stay out of trouble.

"Paul, I want you to promise me something." Jessica said after a moment.

"What?" Paul whispered. His eyes were closed and his jewels were cradled in his hand.

"Promise not to smoke any more pot, I don't want to catch you doing drugs again. Do you understand?" Jessica asked the question because Paul wasn't listening. He seemed to be completely preoccupied with his genitals.

"Paul?"

Still waiting for an answer, Jessica sighed, a bit frustrated. She climbed on top of Paul, pried his hands away from his crotch and flung her knee into his sore nuts.

"Oooof" Paul exclaimed.

Jessica planted her knee in Paul's crotch, and ground down. Trapped between his muscular body and her bony kneecap, Paul's soft balls were crushed against his pelvis.

"No more drugs, do you understand me?" She waited for Paul to nod, then continued. "I'm putting you on probation Paul. If I catch you with pot again, I'm going to take it out on your nuts." She pressed down on his balls to emphasize her point.

"Ahhhhhhh, . . . .ok OK." Paul panted. Jessica kneed Paul in the groin a final time and climbed down off of him. Paul folded into a fetal position and fought down the urge to vomit.

Just then, there was a nock at the door. Jessica cleared her throat and asked, "Who is it?"

"Jess?" A girl's voice responded through the door. "It's Marie!"

She had almost forgotten. Her little sister had planned a visit this weekend. Jessica picked up Paul's clothes and whispered for him to get dressed. He weakly pulled on his underwear and shorts just before Jessica opened the door and hugged her little sister. Over Jessica's shoulder, Marie could see a cute blond haired guy pulling up his shorts.

Jessica told Marie to drop her bags on the bed and turned back to Paul. He had a stricken look on his face seemed to be having trouble standing upright.

"We're done for today Paul, but remember what I said." Jessica's hand snapped out and and squeezed Paul's junk through his shorts. "If I catch you again, I'm going to take it out on these."

Marie couldn't hear what Jessica had said to him, but she watched blond boy nod and limp out of the room.

"What was that?" Marie asked.

"Oh, nothing." Jessica replied. "That was Paul, he's one of the guys on my floor. Last night I caught him and his roommate smoking pot and today got disciplined. Normally we are supposed to call campus police, but I like to settle things on my floor myself."

"Did you have sex with him?" Marie giggled.

"What!? Oh, no. I busted his balls!" Jessica snorted.

"Why?" Marie asked.

"Well, it's complicated. Paul needed to be taught a lesson, and, well . . . it's fun!" Jessica laughed.

"Fun?" Marie replied incredulously.

"Sure, wait, don't tell me, you've never hit a boy between the legs?" Jessica asked in a serious tone.

"No, of course not-"

"Marie, you must be kidding. Every woman should know how, you never know when when it might come in handy . . ."

- Paul is based on a guy I met in college that looks like David Oliver -