Evening the score - an interactive story

[JackD]

Hi guys, thought I'd try this, and see if we can't start a community story session. Please add your own ideas to the discussion if you'd like to contribute...

"Ladies! Welcome to our class 'Evening the score!", Chrissie beamed as she looked around the room, delighted to see so many new faces. She walked back and forth, nodding to familiar faces, shaking a few hands. "We all know how much crap we put up with from men. Strangers, family, friends and colleagues. Well, no more. Today, we begin to fight back, score a few wins for ourselves. Today we will work together on seminars about assertiveness, boundaries and physical protection."

Chrissie was joined by a few assistants and together they led the class on a full day of courses, including basic communication, confidence and, of course, male psychology. The final part of the day-long session was physical protection, or mostly self defence. Focused on the vulnerability of the weak testicles.

The class joined in with much enthusiasm, women from all walks of life, from 17 years old to ladies in their sixties, from housewives to senior managers. All kicking, kneeing, punching and grabbing the genitals of the practice dummies with glee.

Chrissie called a halt to the session, gathered the exhausted women around her. 

"Well that was fun, and not a little therapeutic either, huh?" A spontaneous cheer went up from the group. "it is great to see you all learning so quickly, but there is more to this class than lectures and beating up plastic dummies. We are teaching you a lot, but the point here is that we can start evening the score. So I have some homework for you." Chrissie smiled at the eager group before her.

"Many of the techniques we learned today are called 'self defense'... I want you to forget that idea. The patriarchy like that phrase. I want you to consider a knee to the groin to be your offence. Why wait to be attacked to show a man you can hurt him?" Some nodding from the group.

" So here's your homework assignment for the week. I want you to pick a man, a stranger or someone in your life, and I want you to rack that bastard hard. I want you to boot his testicles into his throat. No warning, no apology, just crushed balls. Can you do that? "

The group looked stunned and then a voice" My boss! The creep!"

Another voice" My brother in law! "" My husband! "

Soon, all of the women were shouting out and clapping. Chrissie smiled broadly. Perfect.

"Okay ladies. All you have to do is message me after with your name, age, what you chose to do and the effect it had. Can you do that for me?!"

A huge cheer, signalled the end of the class, and the women left, excitedly exchanging ideas. 

[JackD]

Sarah, 22.

I thought hard about this one, so many to choose from, but in the end, I chose the guy at yoga who always takes the mat right at the back to stare at all of the lycra clad butts. I skipped class for once... letting everyone get into position. I crept into the back and then made my way to my target as I held himself in downward facing dog. Except he wasn't facing down, he was ogling the butt in front of him. He never saw it coming, his legs were parted due to his shitty technique, so I had a nice target. The instructor saw me measuring the kick and she winked at me. I took a deep breath and then let fly with everything I had, punting my cute little Nike into the pervert's pathetic testicles. Whump!

He screamed! Actually screamed! Like a girl. Now he was facing down, hands clamped between his legs. I waved at the class who had all turned to look, and then walked out while that dickhead cried into his yoga mat. All of the girls have confirmed that no one saw what happened, but pervert has stopped coming to class.

Thank you Chrissie! 

[Smack My Nuts]

Jamie, 27,

At the bar where I work, there's a guy who slaps my ass any time he sees me bending over anything.  Last night, he slapped my ass and I turned around and slapped him right in the balls, hard enough to stun him, but not hard enough to floor him or anything.  I got him pretty good, though, and he jumped back a little and then said, "Hey, you can't slap my nuts."  So I said, "Sorry.  I'll do this instead" and then I kicked him as hard as I could right in the crotch.  He let out a moan and just collapsed in a heap on the floor holding his nuts.  And I said, "No more slapping my ass, asshole, unless you want more of that."  The other guys who work at the bar are now all giving me the stink-eye, but my manager's a woman and she gave me a high five when she found out and said that that must have been quite a sight.

[Chefda]

Abella, 32.

It makes me so mad when my husband chooses to masturbate on his own, instead of using his cock for its God-given purpose - making me come! Sometimes he even beats off when I'm in bed with him! Well, no more!

Last night we were both in bed, naked, and I noticed that he was playing with himself, so I said in my sexiest voice "Is that for me, papi?", as I sneaked my hand under the duvet and slowly wrapped my fingers around his cock. He closed his eyes and nodded, leaving himself at my mercy.

I slowly stroked his shaft a few times before whispering "Well, tonight I'm more interested in *these*!", and grabbing his huevos and squeezing them as hard as I could. His eyes flung open and he bolted upright, but it was too late - I was in control now!

I leaned over, and started stroking his deflating cock, exclaiming "Uh-uh! I'm not done with you and your cock yet, papi!". I let up a bit on his testicles to make him getting hard again quicker, but once I had gotten his cock nice and stiff, I lowered myself onto it and moved my hand from his cock to his stomach, keeping him pinned.

I slowly increased the pressure on his testicles again as I rode up and down, each thrust bringing me closer to heaven and bringing him closer to hell. Finally, my body was rocked by one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, and I slowed my rhythm down, feeling my husband's balls churning as he nutted.

After he finished coming, I pulled his testicles roughly and said "You *see*, papi? *This* is why you shouldn't *jerk off* in *bed*!", emphasising my words by tightening my grip each time. "Just remember that this cock, and these *huevos*, are *mine*, not *yours*. *Okay*?"

He nodded, quietly. "Good boy.", I said, as I slid off of him and went to sleep.

[Hope Sydney Lance]

I was at a party where I bumped into the biggest (and hottest) playboy at our school. He had recently dumped my best friend, and I knew it was time for some revenge. I seductively led him away from the rest of the party, into one of the bedrooms. We quickly stripped out of our clothes and I locked the door. He pushed me on the bed, thinking he would dominate me. That was his first mistake. I flipped him right over, and he was shocked alright. Apparently he didn't usually get dominated. His dick was rock hard, and I pumped him quickly. RIght as he was about to release, I let go and focused my attention on his sad sack in front of me, squeezing with all of my might. He let out a girly scream, and tried to move my hands, but I held on. His dick instantly deflated, and I let go. He was crying at this point and I decided to be a little generous and at least finish him off. He could not get hard, but he could still cum.

[Chefda]

This is really hot. =)

[Sean D]

Stefanie, 19

Let's just say I was a bit sheltered growing up and had never been exposed to or considered racking a guy's nuts. That class blew me away and I left it exhilarated and a bit confused. I felt bad at first for feeling so giddy at the thought of kicking a real pair of testicles like I did on that dummy. One attached to a real person, who would have nerve endings and no doubt feel crazy intense pain. But as I thought about it more, I realized that what she said had been right. I had been letting myself be controlled by patriarchy for too long. I didn't have nuts and never would. A man could never hurt me like I could hurt him. I had a god given right to bust who I wanted. Now I just had to find a guy's nuts to bust.

My friend Jeff came by to hang out as he normally did a few times a week. We were just friends and had been for years. As we talked, I couldn't think of anything else except kicking his nuts into his throat. I didn't know how I would do it, but I knew I had to. I told him what I had been up to earlier that day and his eyes bugged out when I told him about our ballbusting training. "Have you been kicked in the nuts?" I asked him. He went red and stammered "no." I was surprised but then shouldn't have been. He had no sisters and the only girl he hung out with a lot was me, and I had been too nice to ever consider racking him. Well that would change.

I wanted to make sure I picked the right pair of shoes. I left Jeff in the living room for a minute and then returned wearing hot pink heels. They were classic stilettos with a closed toe, pointy but not too pointy and slightly rounded. These seemed like shoes built for smashing balls.

We talked some more and I grew giddy with anticipation. I had butterflies. I realized there would never been a "natural" time to do it and just had to go for it. I positioned my leg. As he spoke to me I averted my eyes to something behind him causing him to look around for only a second. And in that second, I kicked my leg forward as hard as I could. I would make this one count.

As my unforgiving pointy toe heel sailed mercilessly into his sack, I realized just how vulnerable he was. The hardness of my shoe backed by the strongest muscle in my body. What were a few layers of his clothing and a sack of skin against that force? I could feel his nuts being crushed. In reality his precious nuts had no protection and were being crushed by my heel. I had kicked him so hard. His body recoiled upwards. First his face winced in pain, then as his body weight fell downwards, he had a look of utter shock and surprise. His face was priceless. I loved it so much.

The sound of the collision was surprisingly loud. And I thought I heard a popping sound. For a moment, there was silence, and then he screamed at the top of his lungs. He collapsed to the floor and began writhing like crazy.

What could I do? I laughed my ass off. This was the best moment of my life. The fact that this was the worst moment of his life actually turned me on immensely. And he had done nothing to deserve it, which turned me on even more. There's no doubt I'm a sadist.

After 20 minutes his crying had still not stopped and he kept saying I had destroyed his balls. I decided to take a look. It wasn't hard to move his hands away and pull down his pants. His sack was purple! I could see a terrible bruise and mark where my pointy heel had made contact. It was on his left testicle. This was the first pair of balls I was seeing. I pressed down on his sack. On his right I felt a large round orb, his nut. I couldn't believe guys have these things hanging from them all the time. Then I felt his left. I was in shock. It felt mushy. I kept feeling. No orb. No nut. It was mush.

He yelled in agony as my fingers prodded through his destroyed nutmeat. "My nut! My ball! You destroyed it!"

Indeed, I had. And I laughed. I laughed harder than I ever had in my life.

[Owen Divjerian]

Wow! This was really hot! He was completely innocent and he was even her friend, loved it!