Illustrated - Jessica Busts a Pothead

Jess is one of the most notorious ball busters in these twisted tales.  I hope you enjoy this F/M story as much as I do.

The original story can be found here.

Illustrated by Man-Taker. 

 

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"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 . . ."

Foreign Exchange - Part 6 - Best Laid Plans

Needless to say, Liam never made it out of the house that night for his date with Julie.  Her younger brother Paul had so thoroughly and viciously busted his balls, he was knocked out of commission and slept through the night half naked on top of the sheets.  By morning, Liam was snoring gently, his legs splayed wide open giving an unobstructed view of his half-hard cock jutting out under a bush of thick, curly red pubic hair and a pair of meaty balls that drooped heavily in their sac.

“Wakey, wakey Liam,” Paul whispered as he approached the slumbering teen, eyeing his exposed dangling fruit.

Liam continued snoring and blissfully unaware.

Paul carefully pulled Liam’s thighs further apart, making sure not to wake him as he knelt between his long legs.  Then he took aim at Liam’s balls.

“I said that it’s time to wake up!” Paul yelled as he dropped his knee into Liam’s exposed groin.

Liam grunted in his sleep and his manhood absorbed the blow.

Paul grinned and kneed Liam’s crotch again, making sure to catch both nuts and smash them against his body with a loud thud.

Liam began to stir, wincing and moaning in his sleep, but not before Paul’s kneecap found it’s way into Liam’s love-spuds one last time.  Connecting perfectly, Liam’s juicy nuts were rammed flat against his pelvis and flattened like pancakes.

Liam’s head snapped up and he yodeled like the lead soprano in an all boy’s choir before rolling off the bed and down on to the carpeted floor.  He was writhing on the ground, his hands buried between his legs, trying to ease the pain.

“Fuck man, really? Why?”

“Stay away from my sister.”  Paul sneered, “then we’ll be fine.”

Liam’s handsome face was contorted into a mask of pain.

“Fuck…my kids felt that one,” he groaned as he held his swollen ballsac. “If you don’t take it easy, I won’t be fucking anyone for the rest of my life!”

“Fine by me.”  Paul grinned.  “By the way, you’re going to be late to school.”

Liam looked at the alarm clock on the stand next to him quizzically.  He couldn’t figure out what Paul meant, it was till early - but the statement had had it’s intended affect and when Liam turned his head he’d dropped his guard.

With a running start, Paul kicked Liam’s nuts, catching both hefty plums and with his toes and rammed them into his crotch.

Liam let out a high pitched squeak.  His eyes crossed and he slumped against the floor in pain.

===

The rest of the day didn’t turn out well for poor Liam.  After arriving late to school, he’d missed math class and was assigned detention for a week.  Worse yet, he couldn’t stay focused during his lectures, and the pain Paul had inflicted in his manhood stayed with him throughout the day.  The slightest jostle, or even walking, would reignite a deep ache that seemed to reside deep in his balls and spread out to the rest of his body.

It wasn’t until 6th period that fortune seemed to swing in Liam’s favor.  He was supposed to be in gym class, but there was no way he or his testicles would survive all the bouncing and jumping around, so he skipped, and instead spent the period wandering around the men’s locker room.  Everyone was in class, so it was deserted, and the dank room smelled like a pubescent boy’s moldy boxer shorts.

Circling around the room, he discovered the door to the supply closet was ajar.  Inside there was mostly a bunch of sports equipment.  Old school uniforms, rackets, bats, and balls of every shape and size. Liam rummaged through a few of the boxes, but it looked like mostly junk.  Then he saw it, a used - but fairly clean looking - athletic cup. 

Liam grabbed it and looked it over.  It was a hard plastic shell connected to a few straps of a elastic.  Nothing too fancy, but it might help protect his nuggets from Paul…

Without another moment’s hesitation, Liam stripped off his pants and put it on.  The fit was a bit loose, a fact that was made worse since he was wearing it over his boxer shorts.

Scrapping that idea, Liam pulled his underwear off too and slid the athletic supporter back on, making sure not to pinch his cock or balls in the process.  The fight was better now, but there still seemed to be enough room behind the protected shell for his junk to flop around a little. But before he could adjust it further, the 7th period bell rang.

How could he lose track of so much time?

Liam scrambled to pulled his underwear and jeans and headed for the door.  Then, when the coast was clear, he slipped in with a group of boys heading out for class without being seen.

Thankfully the rest of his day went by without incident.  After detention, he stopped at his locker to swap a few books before heading home.  He must not have heard the sound of footsteps coming up toward him, because when he slammed his locker shut he was startled by Paul who was standing next too him.

“Hey there buddy.” Paul smirked up at him.

Liam swallowed. “Oh, hey.”

“I was just wondering how things were hanging.” Paul glanced at the taller teen’s package.

“Everything’s fine, thanks.”  Liam brushed his fingers through his red hair.

“That’s great to hear!  I just wanted to say…hey, wait, what’s that?”  Paul looked scared as he pointed at something behind Liam.

Liam turned to see what it was, but there was nothing there.  Instead, Paul used the opportunity to kick the Irish stud square in the crotch, his sneaker clad foot connecting with the heavy looking bulge in Liam’s jeans.

Liam reflexively reached between his legs, but he was surprised to find there was very little pain.  That’s when he realized - he was still wearing the cup!

Paul was waiting for Liam’s reaction, which he quickly decided to feign, grabbing his stomach and folding over.

“I just wanted to say, enjoy that walk home!” Paul laughed, patting Liam on the back as he left him there on hallway floor.

Liam waited until Paul was out of site before rising to his feet.  He scanned the hall before grabbed his crotch experimentally.  Despite perhaps a small bit of discomfort, his balls were still safely tucked away behind the protective shield of the supporter. 

He gently wrapped his knuckles against the hard plastic and smiled from the result. “Lucky I found this.”

Then he gathered his books and headed for the exit.

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For the next few of days, Liam was comforted by the protection the athletic supporter provided him.  He got used to the hard plastic in his lap, and after a while, forgot it was there…that was up until the point Paul tried to kick or punch him in the nuts.  Liam always pretended to be in pain, ever fearful that Paul might discover that in fact, Liam’s baby-makers were hidden safely out of harms way.

Paul’s hot older sister Julie of course, was a different matter.  After she’d finally forgiven Liam for standing her up on their date night, there evening hookups resumed right under Paul’s nose.

Each night Liam would take his shower as he usually did, but on his way back to his and Paul’s bedroom he’d get pulled in to Julie’s bedroom.  They usually just made out while Julie played with Liam’s freshly cleaned manhood - just enough to get him horny - and then she’d throw him out.

It was incredibly frustrating for the red-headed stud.  He was swimming in teenage hormones and without relief, his balls were beginning to take on a shade of blue. 

Nonetheless, things were back on track and the two love birds had decided to take another crack at dating. 

They were going to the local movie theater that Friday night.

Liam’s time in the United States was getting short.  He had just a couple of weeks left, in fact - so if he was ever going to get the chance to nail Julie, this was it.  There date would have to go perfectly.

Liam did everything in his power to make sure it did.  He started by suggesting that the two skip dinner that night - wary that Paul would find a way to sabotage the evening the way he had last time.  Liam didn’t have a car, so they’d have to take the downtown line to the theater, but that’d be alright.  He’d even let Julie pick the movie - some new Rom-Com he’d never heard of. 

Everything was set for the big day.

That morning, Liam waited for Paul to go to the bathroom before jumping out of bed.  He quickly pulled out the hidden athletic supporter, gently stuffing his semi-soft cock and balls inside. This was no becoming no easy feat, considering all the foreplay had left him in a constant state of arousal.

He finished dressing and was down the stairs before Paul even returned, not wanting to give the younger teenage boy a chance to try to nut him before school. 

Liam grabbed a piece of toast and was out the door.  He had last minute homework to finish at school, he explained to a startled Mrs. Anderson.

Classes seemed to drag on more than usual, so by the time the final bell rang, Liam was made a beeline for the front door and didn’t look back.  A few minutes later he was standing in front of the bus stop and watching as the bus drove away.

It was a warm, sunny day, so he chose not to wait at the bus stop where he might encounter Paul, and instead he decided to walk back to the Anderson home.  By some miracle, he’d managed to avoid Paul all day and he wasn’t going to rock the boat now.

Liam walked over a dozen blocks before the Anderson home came in to view.  He didn’t see any cars in the driveway and had to use his key to get in.

“Hello?” He called out as he entered the house. “Anyone here?”

There was no answer.  Apparently he’d beaten everyone else back home.

He leapt up the stairs toward the bedroom.  Perhaps if he changed clothes for his date early, he could avoid Paul altogether before his big night.

Liam opened his closet and took out the blue button down shirt and tan khaki pants he’d picked out the night before.  He set them on bed and pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his pale, muscular torso and sniffed under his arms.  He could probably use a shower, but that’d increase his chances of running in to Paul, wet and naked.  Instead he decided it wasn’t worth it and reapplied deodorant, along with a generous portion of cologne.  Then he unbuckled his jeans and pealed them off his skinny legs, revealing a pair of striped blue and green boxers. 

Liam knew Julie preferred it when he wore boxer-briefs.  Something about the way they clung to his manhood seemed to make her happy.  Appeasing her could only help, so he pulled off his boxers and reached for a clean pair.

“Feck!  I almost forgot about the cup,”  Liam said as he pulled down the athletic supporter. His dick and heavy balls swung ponderously in to view.  They jiggled from side to side as he shifted his stance.

KLA-PLOP!

A disembodied fist drove through Liam’s long, skinny legs and smashed into his juicy danglers from behind.  Liam’s manhood swung wildly, slapping up against his pelvis and the poor red-headed boy groaned, bending forward.

He heard Paul laughing in fits behind him, just as the younger boy’s fist rammed into his nuts again, forcing his sac to bulge obscenely as his orbs were crushed against his cock.

“God…” Liam whispered, gently cupping his balls and fell to his knees.

Paul kept laughing. “It’s so much easier to nail your nuts when you’re not wearing that cup!” 

“You knew?”  Liam whispered, still holding on to his balls - but that didn’t stop Paul from kicking him between the legs, catching both meaty nuggets from behind and smashing them into Liam’s palm.

Liam whimpered and slid the rest of the way to the floor.

“Of course I knew! It’s not like you suddenly grew balls of steel over night.”  Paul grinned, staring down at Liam as he struggled to pull the athletic supporter back in to place, hiding his manhood once more.

“Hey Paul, now look-“

“Oh, don’t bother.”  Paul waved his hands before practically dragging the wobbly stud back to his feet.  “I get it.  You’ve got pretty weak nuts, actually.  I’m surprised you didn’t try something like this sooner.”

Liam cleared his throat as he stared into Paul’s grinning face.  He had several inches on the younger teen, but that didn’t stop the hairs on the back of his neck from sticking up.

“Problem is, that cup’s not going to help you this time.”  Paul whispered in Liam’s ear.

Liam could see where this was going, and rather than let Paul nearly neuter him again, he leapt into action.  He swung his fist at Paul’s head, catching a glancing blow and kicked Paul between his legs.

The younger teen grunted and bent forward.

“Oh, big mistake.”  Paul coughed, seeming to have shrugged off the blow, he reached for the cup, yanking it back before letting it snap back into place on Liam’s groin. 

A moment later Liam shrieked as the hard plastic shell clapped into his junk, causing the pale Irish hunk to grunt and bend forward.

“Cups are tricky to wear.  You always have to worry about them staying in place.”  Paul said as he pushed the heel of his hand against the shield, causing it to shift over Liam’s thigh and allowing his delicate cock and balls to flop out.

“See what I mean?”  Paul asked sarcastically and punched Liam in his delicate nutsac, driving his juicy plums into his body.

“No!” Liam howled and fell down onto his knees.  “Fuck man, please…I’ve got a date!”

Paul laughed and answered Liam’s pleas with a kick to the balls.

The poor Irish stud winced and his eyes crossed.

Another kick sent him crashing to the floor.

Paul grinned and yanked Liam’s ankles apart.

“No man, please… please no!  I need my balls to work tonight!” Liam cried in a higher, girlish octave.

Paul snickered as he pried Liam’s hands off his junk. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll get ’em working right now.”

Liam’s mouth dropped open and he moaned as Paul rolled the stud’s dense orbs between his fingers and squeezed.

“Shit…no…please, not my nuts…anything but my nuts…”  Liam croaked as Paul roughly manipulated his balls. 

Paul kneaded Liam’s sack, pushing the two big, swollen orbs this way and that. 

Despite Liam’s pleas for mercy, his dick was rock hard and pointing up straight at the ceiling.  The more Paul poked, pinched, and squeezed the poor boy’s nuggets, the harder it got.

“Fuck!” Liam wailed as Paul twisted his nutsac.  His eyes widened as his battered balls were squashed by Paul’s strong grasp.

Liam’s cock shuddered.

“Oh no…please…stop…”

Liam almost sounded like he might cry. 

His dick was standing tall like a flag pole, straining to release the back log of sperm in his bloated balls. 

Paul chuckled.  “You want me to stop, huh?  Ok, fine.  We can work something out.  Just gotta do one thing first.”

The look of relief on Liam’s face suddenly disappeared as Paul ran his finger along the sensitive underside of Liam’s cock.

Liam seemed to suck up all the air in the room into his lungs and moaned.  “Oh, God no…no…”

“Oh yes, yes, yes!”  Paul laughed.

Liam winced and bit his lip as the pressure in his loins continued to grow.

The stimulation was too much to resist and Paul watched with glee as Liam’s heavy nuts were hauled up against the base of his quivering cock. 

The Irish teen moaned, sweating profusely.  It looked like he might blow his load any second, and yet, he appeared to be just holding back.

“Time to nut up, buddy.”  Paul grinned as he placed the heal over Liam’s tender testes.

“No,” Liam whispered through grit his teeth. He shook his head defiantly. 

Paul smiled and nodded his head. “Sorry, I think your future kids might feel this one…if you ever do have kids, that is.”

Then he jammed down on Liam’s pulsating ballsac, jamming it flat against Liam’s body.

Liam’s eyes opened wide and he shrieked as he was dragged over the edge.

A moment later, a giant glob of cum gushed out of Liam’s pink cock.  The burst of cream was so thick and white, it looked like the contents of a tube of tooth paste was being all squeezed out at once.

“Ooooh, yeah. Hope you weren’t saving that for anyone in particular.”  Paul grinned at the puddle of stud sludge he was creating.

Liam’s lips curled as his balls contracted against the sole of Paul’s foot, eagerly pumping the remainder of his sperm reserves out of him.  The forced ejaculation had left him physically spent and exhausted. 

“That’s it, all empty.”  Paul grinned as he twisted his heel into Liam’s freshly drained balls like he was putting out a cigarette. “Now you can have a grand time on your date with Julie!” he laughed in a mock Irish accent.

Liam grunted and looked like he might cry.

Paul smirked at his handy work.  Liam was nearly catatonic and his manhood looked bruised and beet red. 

The Irish stud only moaned.

With that, Paul brought his leg back and kicked Liam in the nuts as hard as he could.

Liam cried out, grabbing his balls as he bucked and he folded over.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -

Jess' Self-Defense Class

Paul tapped his foot nervously as he sat in the lobby of the residence hall, waiting to be called into the common room. He checked his watch, assuring himself that he was in the right place.

A week earlier, while he had gone over to a friend's room in a nearby dorm and got busted for possession of alcohol and pot. Paul and his friends were written up and sent home. On the way back to his dorm, he thought about the deal he'd made several months earlier with his RA Jess. It was the first time he'd been caught smoking pot, so Jess had offered to deal with his indiscretion 'privately'. At the time, it seemed like a good idea to bypass the formal disciplinary protocols, but as it turned out, Jess' alternative methods were much, much worse. The punishment she unleashed on Paul's manhood was terrible, she kicked, punched and squeezed his balls with such fervor that his nuts ached several days afterward. Paul shuddered at the thought of receiving more of Jess' 'special discipline', which she'd promised if ever he was caught again with drugs. But since the incident had happened on another part of campus, with any luck Jess wouldn't find out.

Those hopes were dashed the next morning when there was a knock on his door. When he opened it, he found Jess staring back up at him. She came to tell him that she'd heard about the drug bust, and that he'd need to do some 'community service'. Paul asked what that meant, but without being given any further explanation, he was told to report to the building's lobby at 8:00 pm on Saturday night.

Paul worried about what this would mean, but left with no other options, when Saturday night approached he headed downstairs. When he arrived at the lobby, he was surprised to see four other guys hanging around the doors to the common room. They apparently all were there because they owed Jess some 'community service'. Paul had never seen any of them before and sat down on one of the couches, looking glum as some of guys talked among themselves.

There was Jake, a tall muscular jock with short black hair and brown eyes. He seemed to radiate an aura of confidence that defied the strange circumstances of their meeting. Clearly dressed for comfort, he was sporting a white wife-beater and grey sweat pants. Occasionally he would slip his hand down behind the waistband and adjusted the big bulge in his pants.

Jake's friend Ryan sat next to him as the two chatted to pass the time. Though muscular, he was thinner than Jake, with more of a swimmer's build. He had a strong set jaw, wavy blond hair, and steel-blue eyes. Wearing tan kacki shorts and a green collared shirt, the combination of his toned body and good looks, it would be no surprise to find out that he had done some modeling.

Lee was standing silently off the the side, with his back to the wall and arms folded. He had a tall, lanky build, with a dark tan complexion, blue eyes, and spiky, jet black hair. He was wearing a grungy black t-shirt that had ABERDEEN CITY printed on the back in big block letters, and tight black jeans that hugged his skinny legs and hugged tightly across his crotch.

Finally, there was Nick, a handsome guy with piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. He was wearing a backward baseball cap, a button down collared shirt, jeans, and flip flops. He whistled as he rocked back on his heels and waved when he noticed Paul staring at him. He was the only guy that seemed totally calm and relaxed. Perhaps it was because he was Jess' boyfriend, and unlike the others, he'd volunteered to come and support her.

Paul looked across the lobby and stared at his own reflection in the double glass doors. His dirty blond hair was trimmed into a short buzz cut, along with blue eyes, he had a distinct, boyish look to him. He was wearing a plain yellow t-shirt, long nylon gym shorts, and plastic sandals.

Paul just could make out Jess' voice in the next room. The tone of her voice and the occasional stretches of muffled applause seemed to suggest that there were several people in the next room. Suddenly Jess popped out of the common room to address the guys in the lobby.

"Thank you all for coming." Jess said as she scanned their faces. "We are just about ready to begin. Please, follow me."

Jess led as the boys followed her into the common room in single file. Paul was the last to enter the room and saw that there were nearly a dozen girls on their feet and watching as they entered. Jess led them to a row of chairs at the front of the room, facing back toward the girls, and had them sit.

"Ladies, these are our volunteers." Going down the line, Jess introduced each boy to the crowd.

"And tonight's seminar is of course, Women's Self Defense in the 21st Century. By the time you leave tonight, you will have the skills to protect yourself from a male attacker."

Paul looked nervously at the pack of girls and then back at Jess, guessing at what was about to happen. Already he could feel his stomach begin to clench.

Jess took a few moments to discuss a few of the principles behind self defense.

"We'll start out with a demonstration," Jess said turning to Paul. "Paul, come on up and stand next to me."

Paul gulped, rising to his feet and walked over to where Jess was still talking.

"Alright, so as you can all see, Paul is a big guy." Many of the girls nodded, seeing in fact that Paul was nearly a foot taller than Jess. "So you could imagine how intimidating it might be if he approached me in a dark alley."

"OK Paul, grab my shoulders." Jess whispered softly.

Paul swallowed hard and did as he was told, reached over and grabbed Jess' shoulders.

"OK, so do you see what's happened? Paul is using his larger size and strength to try to pin me down." Jess said, despite Paul's weak grip. "If you find yourself in this kind of situation, the first thing you want to do is to put your attacker off balance."

Suddenly Jess looked up and shouted "NO!" up at Paul, and shoved hard into his chest.

Paul let go immediately and coughed.

"There, you see. He wasn't expecting that and I was able to brake away." Jess said, addressing the crowd of girls. "Again."

Paul repeated his earlier move, grabbing Jess' shoulders. Just as before she yelled "NO!" and shoved against Paul's chest. Paul stumbled backward a step, but this time Jess followed up with him and reached for his crotch. Paul grunted as Jess' palm smacked into his loosely hanging nuts in his shorts.

A few of the girls cheered.

Jess turned and smiled to the crowd. "See, once your attacker is distracted, you can follow disable him with a blow to his groin, and give yourself time to run for help."

Jess repeated the move, jamming her palm into Paul's crotch several more times. Paul grunted in pain as Jess found her mark, smacking his balls a bit harder with each strike.

Just as Paul felt himself being pushed over the edge from the constant barrage on his manhood, Jess grabbed his balls through his shorts.

Paul jerked his head back, grimacing in pain.

"A good squeeze in the nuts can take down any attacker." Jess said as she squeezed the bulge in Paul's shorts. The girls erupted in cheers and whistles, while the guys covered their own crotches in sympathy.

Paul's lips began to tremble.

"When you have a good grip on the guys nuts, you want to give them a good quarter turn." Jess said, carrying out the demonstration as she spoke and twisted Paul's poor nutsac.

Paul's eyes bugged out and he groaned.

"- and you want to follow that up with a quick, but forceful, yank down - and use your leverage to force your attacker down onto the ground." Jess finished, pulling down hard on Paul's sore gonads and stretching his ball cords until his legs gave way and he tumbled to the floor.

Paul curled up into a ball, holding himself and moaned in pain.

"That's all there is to it. Knock your attacker out of commission and get away as fast as you can." Jess said, resting her foot triumphantly over the beaten boy.

"Now I'd like you all to break up into small groups and try this technique out with one of our male assistants." Jess said with a wide smile.

The guys stared at Paul writhing on the floor and collectively groaned as they were surrounded by gleeful girls and pulled out of their chairs. In a matter of minutes, the room was filled with the shouts and laughter of the girls as they repeated Jess' grab, twist, and pull technique. The boys groans and cries soon could be heard from the lobby as their gonads were squeezed and flattened by the rowdy girls.

Jess filtered through the room, watching as the young women practice on their male counter parts. In one corner, Becka, a girl with shoulder length black hair was laughing and already had her hand buried between Jake's muscular thighs. By the distressed look on the handsome jock's face, she could tell Becka had a tight grip on his nutsac and giving his hefty balls quite the workout.

A few feet away Cindy, a tall thin blond haired girl had managed to get ahold of two boys at once. With one hand wrapped around Ryan's crotch while gripping Lee's groin with the other, she squeezed down on both sets of nuts at the same time. The look on the model and punk-rocker's faces were grim, as Cindy slowly bore down on their gonads, visibly flattening the bulges in their pants. Cindy was beaming with pride. Then she tightened her grip, and yanked down on their balls simultaneously. On cue, the two boys shrieked in unison like singers in a soprano duet and collapsed on the floor.

Lost in the moment, Jess thought to check back on Paul who was still sprawled out on the floor and moaning. As she approached, she grinned as she watched Jolene leap on top of him. Jolene was a tall, heavy-set brunette with glasses, and more for a match for Paul. Paul yelped in surprise as the larger girl landed on top of him and shoved his skinny legs apart with great ease. Paul's surprise was peaked when Jolene then shoved her arm up into the leg of his shorts and closed her thick fingers around his plump, sweaty nuts. Jolene giggled and cheered as she held his tight, rubbery sac and kneaded Paul's balls in her hand. Paul clenched his teeth and groaned, his face turning beet-red as Jess and the other girls cheered.

===

Marie worked herself through the crowed of rambunctious young woman, finding Nick leaning up against a wall, holding crotch gingerly. When he saw her, he straitened up a little and grinned. Marie smiled back at her sister's boyfriend, already feeling the flash of warmth in her cheeks.

"Hi Nick." Marie said quietly.

"Hi Marie." Nick grinned, flashing her with a big bright smile.

"Would you mind it if we . . . practiced together?" Marie asked timidly.

"Sure, of course." Nick nodded. He rubbed groin, then stood up straight and widened his stance.

Marie started back at him, her gaze settling down into his deep blue eyes. Nick smiled back at her and nodded.

Marie glided toward him, as if propelled on a plane of air and gently grabbed Nick's bulging basket. Nick swallowed hard, as the pretty young girl wrapped her fingers around his neatly packed nuts and squeezed them in her fist.

Nick inhaled sharply as Marie turned up the pressure, pumping his package hard between her fingers.

Marie looked up and smiled as she watched the discomfort register in Nick's face. Giving his balls in his jeans a quick tug, she watched the way his nose wrinkled and the crinkle in his brow widen.

"It's funny we keep finding ourselves in this position." Marie said quietly, a whisper that only Nick could hear.

Nick grunted and nodded his head, unable to speak. Marie's grip on his balls were making them ache and his head began to throb.

"You were my first, you know." Marie said, staring up into Nick's eyes.

"I remember." Nick grunted, panting heavily.

Marie smiled and released Nick's crotch. Nick moaned a sigh of relief, but suddenly without warning, Marie's knee rocketed back up into his groin, ramming his aching nuts up into his crotch.

Nick yelped in surprise and his eyes bulged as he slowly slid to the floor.

===

Once all the girls had had their turn, Jess called the group back together. The boys were worn out, collapsed on the floor and groaning in pain as Jess announced the next stage of training.

"Now that you've all tried one of the basic moves, it's time to move on to something a little more advanced." Jess stated as she looked back at the room of beaming faces. "This next part will help prepare you if your attacker resists your initial defense."

"Not likely!" Someone shouted from the crowd. The girls all giggled.

Jess smiled. "Yes, that's true," she said patiently, "but what if you miss the target, or the man deflects the blow?"

The girls murmured, but no one answered.

Jess continued. "In that case, the best thing you can do is stop and wait for clear shot."

There were a few nods in the crowd.

Jess walked over to Paul, who was still recovering from the most recent assault on his manhood, and helped him to his feet.

"For instance, if Paul here was going to try to rape me and he managed to block me first attempt to get his nuts, the best thing would be to hold back and wait for him to drop his guard." Jess said as she wrapped her arms around Paul's neck and planted her knee up into Paul's soft crotch.

Paul whimpered and reached for his testicles.

"But if your attacker really plans to rape you, you're best shot is to wait until he drops his drawers." Jess said. Stepping to the side, she pulled down Paul's shorts and underwear with one swipe.

Paul was horrified as the girls and even some of the guys leaned forward for a better view of his naked genitals. His generously sized dick hung limp to the side of a tight, hairless scrotum, packed with two pink swollen balls, dangled invitingly between his skinny white legs.

Jess walked back around him and continued. "A naked target can be a lot easier to hit, and far more effective." Jess concluded. Gripping Paul's broad shoulders, she sent her knee flying up between Paul's legs, smashing both of his juicy nuts against his pelvis with a loud 'SPLAT' that echoed throughout the hall.

Paul shrieked, tumbling to the floor, and clutched his poor testicles.

The crowd cheered and clapped happily.

"Alright, break up into groups and partner up with one of our volunteers." Jess said.

The girls surged forward and surrounded the boys. All across the room buckles and zippers were being unfastened, pants were pulled down and underwear was being forcibly removed. A sort of blood-lust seemed to take its hold on the girls as they surrounded the hot model Ryan, that his designer underwear was ripped clear off his body. Ryan howled as several hands wrapped around his genitals, squeezing them for all their worth.

After watching what had just happened to his friend, Jake suddenly lost his nerve and bolted for the door. He managed to get within reach of the handle before he was dragged down by a cluster of enthusiastic young women at the last moment. At the forefront was Mandy, a 4'5", 90 pound girl with long blond hair leapt on top of him and sunk her knee between the jock's legs and into his soft package, squishing his large nuts with a resounding 'thud.'

Jake thrashed violently, letting out a low, guttural howl as the girls climbed over him and pulled off his clothes.

Once all five guys had been stripped bare from waist-down, they were lined up next to one another as the girls compared their genitals. It was an impressive site as the girls ogled the naked, young studs. Five nutsacs and five plump sets of nuts were laid exposed for all in the room to see. Of course, Jake was the clear winner. His limp, thick cock had to be at least 8 inches long, and rested over a pair of fat, heavy balls that hung low in their hairy sac. Ryan and Nick were tied for a close second, followed by Paul and Lee, both who were sported above average packages.

With Jess' urging, the girls go back to work busting the now naked boys. Indeed, several of the girls found that it was easier to grab, punch, and kick the boy's exposed gonads. The room filled with hoarse groans and shrill screams as their fists and feet found their targets.

===

Jolene, the heavy-set brunette who had delved into Paul's shorts earlier, reached back between the skinny boy's legs, scooping up his pink, rubbery sac and resumed squeezing his jewels with renewed enthusiasm.

Paul's eyes opened wide and he let out a hoarse, throaty groan as Jolene's knuckles bore down on his nuts, sinking down toward the center of his sore, throbbing orbs. Paul's strength was quickly sapped and his legs wobbled beneath him.

Unable to stand another moment under Jolene's iron tight grip on his nuts, Paul collapsed into the larger girls arms and sunk slowly to the floor. Never losing her grip, Jolene followed Paul down, clutching his bruised plums all the way.

===

A few feet away, Brenda and Mandy took turns hammering Jake bloated nutsac. Brenda started things off with a strong, solid kick into the jock's dangling globes. Jake shuddered as his balls were smashed against his pelvic bone with a devastating 'crunch'.

"Shit." Jake cursed as he fell to the floor groaning.

"Nice one." Mandy congratulated her friend as Brenda stood triumphantly over the muscular boy.

Brenda grinned and pulled Jake to his feet so Mandy could take her turn. Jake whimpered in pain, his hands nursing his bruised balls.

Gripping his wrists tightly, Brenda pulled his arms back behind his back as Mandy powered her knee between Jake's legs, connecting perfectly with both of his fat danglers and ramming them into his pelvis.

Jake bellowed, struggling against Brenda's grasp.

Several nearby girls roared with laughter, stopping to watch as Mandy's petite knee slam into Jake's super-sized junk three more times. Unable to squirm out of Brenda's hold, Jake screamed at the top of his lungs as his big nuts were pummeled again and again.

===

Ryan shook his head in sympathy, watching in fixed horror as his best friend Jake was getting owned by a pair of girls. Perhaps if he'd been paying more attention to his own surrounding's, he might have noticed the small figure approaching him from the left.

At the last moment Ryan sensed the danger, but too late. Pain exploded out of his balls, threatening to envelop his entire body.

Ryan grunted, as the initial wave of pain rushed through him and looked down just in time to see a small fist swing up and connect with balls a second time, flattening them against his pelvis.

Ryan groaned as his nuts were crunched and a fresh wave of pain flooded his body. The muscles in his abdomen tightened and his stomach began to cramp.

The girl that punched him paused a moment and smile, a gleeful look playing across her attractive face as she watched him suck in air. She pushed a long black strand of hair out of her face. Then she clasped her fists together as if she were about to pray, locking her fingers together, and swung them up into Ryan's meaty nuts, smashing them hard with a loud 'thud.'

Ryan's eyes widened and his lips trembled. "Fuck." He whispered, but before he could reach for his crotch, the girl grabbed ahold of Ryan's tightly-packed nutsac.

Ryan inhaled sharply as the brunette's fingers closed around his plump, juicy balls.

The crowd of girls surrounding them giggled and cheered as the girl clamped her hands shut and squeezed Ryan's nuts with all the strength she could muster.

Ryan let out a wheezing moan. "No, please . . ."

The girl looked up, loosening her grip on his balls and smiled. Ryan was panting heavily, but still managed to return a weak grin of his own.

Then tightening he hold once again, the girl twisted and yanked Ryan's gonads with renewed zeal. Ryan vainly fought to dislodge the girls finger's off of his valuables, but there was nothing he could do to stop her fingertips from digging deeper into the soft flesh.

Ryan clenched his jaw and moaned through grit teeth as his balls were mercilessly squashed by the tiny brunette. His muscles screamed and his stomach ached, leaving him drained and weak. Unable to take another second, he doubled over on to the floor, cupping his crotch and wept softly.

===

Ryan's mournful cries were quickly drowned out by Lee's shrill screams from across the room as Cindy launched several successive, hard kicks into his nuts from behind.

She'd snuck behind the skinny punk-rocker while he was distracted and planted a vicious kick between Lee's legs.

Some of the girls winced and cringed in mock sympathy as Lee cried in pain.

Cindy's sneaker-clad foot slammed into Lee's bulging balls again, smashing his pendulous orbs and sending his long, thin dick flying up against his abs.

Whump . . . whump . . . whump.

The sound of her sneaker connecting with Lee's naked testicles made a sickening sound as Cindy hammered away at his gonads.

Lee's eyes widened and his face turned red as the veins on his temples stood out. He swallowed, his eyes watering, and let out a thick, throaty groan.

"Yay!" Cindy exclaimed, laughing. Charging forward, she powered her foot between Lee's thighs, visibly compressing his balls and lifting the poor boy off the ground.

"Fuck!" Lee screamed in a throaty falseto, but his howls were drowned out by the shouting and cheering of the girls around him. Slowly his knees met and his hands reached for his groin before he sank to his knees and doubled over.

===

Jess scanned the room and watched as one by one, each boy was reduced to a quivering heap on the floor. Her boyfriend Nick, was the last to go down. Jess watched with pride as her younger sister Marie used a combination of knees and punches to drop the older boy.

Now teetering on the verge of collapse, Marie grasped Nick's broad shoulders and drove her knee into the boy's reddened baby-makers a final time.

Nick gasped and his lungs burned as the last breath of air was squeezed out of his lungs. Gently cradling his busted balls, he slipped down to the floor and moaned.

Jess cleared her throat.

"Alright ladies, it looks like you've worn out our volunteers." She said.

There were a few giggles from the crowd as they stared down at the boys, with their red faces and swollen balls.

"I'd like to thank all of you for coming to participate. I you learned something new and had fun," Jess winked, "after all, that is what these programs are all about."

There was general agreement among the crowd of girls as they clapped enthusiastically.

"And lets have a round of applause for our volunteers." Jess said, gesturing at the boys still naked from the waist-down and sprawled out across the floor of the common room.

Jess waited for the room to clear as the girls slowly filtered out. The boys took several more minutes before they managed pulling themselves up off the floor, dressing, and walked out the door. She walked over to Paul, who was still pulling his shorts back on.

"Thank you for coming Paul." She said.

Paul met her eyes for a moment and nodded his head.

"Come by my room tomorrow morning so we can discuss your - situation." Jess said with a wink.

Paul covered his nuts with his hands in reflex. The slight movement made him grimace, re-awaking the pain in his aching gonads.

Jess smiled and left to join her sister and boyfriend back in the lobby. Paul watched her leave, and standing alone in the common room, was left alone to consider his fate.

Many of the characters have been featured in other stories.

- Jake and Ryan -

- Paul, Lee, and Nick -

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 -