Bully Punishment
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It’s a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. Brett is alone at the small house he rents in the outskirts of the city. He is a tall, muscular white 30-year-old with above average body hair, a brown full beard, and a shaved head (because he’s bald). Wearing comfortable linen shirts and light-blue shirt, he awaits special visitors.
Two weeks ago, out of nowhere, Barbara, a girl he used to bully in high school, contacted him on his socials. He almost blocked her, but it turned out that the shy wallflower had grown up into a super-hot blonde with endless legs. Brett looked at her pictures, the 30-year-old babe is tall, has long, straight hair, a bright smile, big DD-cup boobs, a curvy waistline, wide hips, a big, firm round butt, and the longest, most spectacular legs he has ever seen. Since she wanted to talk to him, he invited the hot blonde to his home. She would come with her girlfriend. Some men would have been disappointed about that, but Brett only saw it as an opportunity.
The women park their EV in front of his house, and he goes out to greet them. Barbara looks even better in real life. She is the same height as him, rare for a woman, and her legs are just absolutely spectacular. The towering blonde wears black sandals, a very short, pleated black skirt, really showing off those legs, and a tight, pretty revealing red tank top. Brett greets her as nicely as humanly possible, and she smiles and is quite friendly in return. And she introduces her girlfriend, Eva.
She is an average height, cute 32-year-old Latina with long, straight dark hair, big brown eyes, a confident smile, firm B-cup boobs, a slim waist, very wide hips, a gigantic round ass, and thick thighs. Eva wears black high-heeled sandals, very short and very tight denim hotpants, nicely presenting her massive booty, and a tight, very low-cut black top. Brett is as friendly and flirty as he can be with them and shows them into his living room.
They make some polite small talk, Brett offers them drinks and snacks, and the mood is relaxed. Slowly, Barbara approaches the issue of their time in high school. Brett has well-prepared lies for her. He pretends to feel very sorry for his behavior and tells her that he is deeply ashamed. That is why he never contacted her to apologize, because he was too ashamed, he lies. But he does it now, he says, and fakes a remorseful apology as best he can, even tears up a little. Then he tells her that he is in therapy to work on his flaws. He always tells women that lie, it makes them feel better about him.
Barbara accepts his apology, and they talk a bit about what happened after she moved to another school to escape the bullying. Brett keeps pretending to be very remorseful and ashamed. Suddenly the leggy blonde jumps up and grabs her bag, “I almost forgot,” she tells him, “I brought you something.” She quickly approaches him with that thing in hand. He gets up but can really see what it is. As she gets closer, it looks like some technical device. When she bends down towars Brett, it’s too late for him to react. He recognizes it as a taser, but Barbara quickly rams it between his legs and tases him in the balls.
It feels like she drives thick, burning nails through his testicles, and then the nails explode into catastrophic pain that makes his body go limp. He collapses to the floor, and the women quickly attack. They rip his clothes off, and as he slowly recovers, they pin his naked body to the floor face down and tie his hands behind his back with zip ties.
Shock, pain, anger, hatred, Brett is raging. He shouts and curses, demands they untie him, threatens them, and insults them. Eva knees on his back to hold him in place, while he yells, “You fucking bitches! You braindead sluts! That is the worst mistake of your worthless lives! I’m going to make you pay so hard. Your only chance is to let me go now, and maybe I will be merciful.” “What are you going to do?” Barbara mockingly laughs as she slips out of her sandals and steps in between his legs, “You are not exactly in a strong position, you know?” she giggles.
Brett keeps angrily yelling and hurdling insults at them. “I can’t say I know what it is like to have these eggs,” Barbara says with a sadistic grin as she places her right bare foot on Brett’s naked ballsack, that’s lying between his legs, “but I think they are quite sensitive and fragile, so maybe you should be nice to the woman who can step on them with her full weight?” she laughs.
But Brett doesn’t slow down. Without hesitation, Barbara uses the edge of her sexy bare foot to cut the testicles off from moving around and then presses her soft sole down on them. Not too hard, just enough to remind him of his position. He groans in pain, and angrily demands that she get off him, threatening her with vague consequences. “She is literally standing on your manhood, and you still think you have power here?” Eva laughs at him, “I know that all men have hugely inflated egos, but yours is ridiculous even by male standards.”
Ignoring what the women say, Brett keeps demanding to be let go as forcefully as he can. “The tiny secondary male brain in your head clearly struggles with words,” Barbara tells him, “But if you don’t understand what we say, maybe I should focus on the primary male brain between your legs.” With a big sadistic grin, she puts a lot more weight on her foot, crushing the testicles underneath. Sharp pain shoots into Brett’s abdomen and makes him groan. But it only makes him more aggressive, he now threatens them with violence.
Eva just mockingly giggles at him, “We feminists know, of course, that all masculinity is toxic, but you truly are an especially toxic beast. But I guess it’s more manly than to cry and beg.” “Oh he will do that soon enough,” Barbara laughs, and puts even more weight on her right foot, flattening his aching testicles under her sole. Brett screams in pain and demands to be released. The pitch of his voice is rapidly getting higher.
“I’ve never done this before,” Barbara tells her girlfriend, “but it feels really good to stand on a man’s eggs. There’s something genuinely feminist about this situation, I think,” she giggles and keeps mercilessly flattening Brett’s helpless testicles. The crippling pain in his testicles and abdomen quickly worsens, forcing the male to change strategy. He stops threatening the women, and in a very high-pitched voice ask them to release him. But they just laugh at his voice.
“I remember this one time,” Barbara says to Brett, as she puts even more weight on his suffering testicles, triggering another shrill scream, “when you spilled a huge amount of water all over me, so that I had the choice of taking my clothes off or wearing dripping wet clothes. I cried pretty hard on my way to the teachers to get help. Now I wonder, how hard will you cry today?” she finishes in a hateful tone and presses her foot down hart, seriously hurting him. Brett howls as his pain rapidly increases. “I remember how you laughed back then, why aren’t you laughing now? Isn’t this funny to you?” Barbara challenges the helpless male.
Brett finally accepts that he has no power over this situation, and begins to apologize to Barbara, the pitch of his voice has reached a shocking height. “Look on the bright side,” Eva mocks him, “now you can sing higher than any soprano.” After a loud scream of pain, Brett again desperately apologizes to Barbara. But she just scoffs, “You didn’t mean it before, and you don’t mean it now. See, when you get relentlessly bullied by somebody, you learn to see right through that person. I see your true character, that you hide behind the facade of a nice guy with a cute house. You are vile scum, always have been, and always will be. Nothing but vile scum.”
“I’m releasing a lot of old emotions,” Barbara continues, “back then I was helpless. But now I can do this.” With a big grin, she puts her full weight on his testicles, brutally flattening them. Brett howls in crippling agony, powerless to do anything. “I have to say, your eggs feel hilarious all flat under my sole,” the towering blonde giggles. The suffering male finally gives up all ego and begs Barbara to stop, in between loud screams of agony he begs as hard as he can.
“Wow, that didn’t take long to reduce the oh so strong and tough male to a begging mess. Quite pathetic, if you ask me,” Eva mocks him. Neither woman has any intention of showing him mercy. Brett screams at the top of his lungs, as Barbara continues to brutally flatten his manhood with her full weight.
He continues to howl for a while, even after she takes her foot off him. His balls just hurt that badly. In terrible pain, he starts to apologize and begs for forgiveness. “Oh how sweet,” Eva replies in an extremely mocking tone, “I’m sure we are all about to make up and become really good friends. Me, Barbara, and the mush that remains of your testicles,” she laughs.
Eva continues to hold him down, and Barbara crouches down in front of his face to look him in the eyes. “Now you feel powerless, do you?” she asks him and he nods, begging her for mercy. He tells her that he doesn’t deserve mercy, he knows, but that he can’t take this any longer. Barbara laughs, “Oh you poor fool, trust me, you are going to take a lot more,” she tells him with a sadistic smirk.
Now Barbara is holding him down, so that Eva can have a go at his unprotected testicles. All he can do is to keep apologizing and beg them to stop. “I think they are already swollen,” Eva giggles, “such pathetic organs.” The sexy Latina grabs Brett’s balls, trapping them in her right hand.
With a big sadistic grin, Eva tells him, “I have wanted to try this technique on a male for close to 16 years, ever since I first saw it in a self-defense course. But it’s so painful that guys don’t really volunteer to let you practice. Luckily, I now have you, scum!” Without mercy, Eva begins to squeeze his testicles hard, crushing them in her hand and forcefully pressing them against each other. Trapped like this, she twists his sack as far as it will go and pulls on it hard. Brett howls in agony, he sounds like he’s being slaughtered. Barbara bursts into exited laughter. Eva is causing him horrible pain that he can’t take. Both women laugh at his suffering, as the sadistic Latina continues her cruel Grab-Twist-Pull attack.
“Such pathetic organs,” Eva giggles, “we all know it, but society just pretends like males don’t have this crippling and humiliating weakness. Well, not all society,” she calmly tells her howling victim, “our feminist sorority for example uses testicles as the first example to prove to new members that men are the lesser sex. Once you properly think about these fragile eggs, there’s no way you can see your kind as equals to us,” she laughs as she brutally squeezes, twists, and pulls his helpless organs.
“It used to be just a thought experiment, to get girls to realize how pathetic males are,” Eva continues her story and her cruel torture of Brett’s testicles, “but nowadays, girls aren’t satisfied with words alone. A lot of our new sisters learn about the inferiority of testicles and test it on their boyfriends. And, of course, once they have reduced them to a sobbing mess, they dump the boyfriend and usually reject the inferior sex in general. I mean, after you have seen the true extent of testicular weakness, there is really no way to respect a male,” she laughs, as she inflicts horrible pain upon the desperately screaming Brett.
He howls in crippling agony, his shrill screams sound less and less human, his body sweats and trembles, and all he can do is beg. In between uncontrollable screaming, he begs the women for forgiveness, for mercy, he begs them to stop. Barbara has a good, sadistic laugh, she really enjoys Brett’s suffering immensely. This is exactly what she wanted. His fragile testicles are trapped in Eva’s hand, who mercilessly squeezes them, and seriously hurts his cords by brutally twisting and pulling his sack.
When she finally releases him, Brett is screaming and crying in pain. The women get up and look down on him. “What a pathetic creature,” Eva shakes her head in disgust. “This vile beast truly deserves the worst pain we can cause him,” Barbara is sure of what they are doing here. In a weak, high-pitched voice, Brett begs for mercy.
“Look how swollen his eggs are now,” Barbara laughs mockingly, and Eva joins in when she sees the organs. “I guess the strong man can’t handle it when girls touch his fragile eggs,” the sexy Latina taunts the helpless male. He slowly curls up into the fetal position, suffering terribly. The women share a knowing smile, and Eva says, “I’ll get the toys from the car,” and leaves.
Barbara looks down at the curled-up man. There is no danger of him resisting them or even getting up at all. “I can’t even begin to imagine how such pathetic, ugly organs can hurt you so much. It’s such a humiliating vulnerability, I couldn’t live with a weakness like that,” she mocks Brett, “But I guess that is what makes you the inferior sex,” she says with a sadistic smirk.
Eva returns from the car. The women grab the naked male and together, especially with Barbara’s considerable strength, they bend him over the living room table. He wants to resist, he tries, but the lingering effects of the taser and the great pain have weakened him too much, he has no chance. The sexy Latina holds him down and in position. “Remember that time,” Barbara asks Brett, “when you convinced all the girls that I was letting that fat, ugly pedo teacher have anal sex with me, and everybody just called me a disgusting slut? Let’s explore your love of anal,” she laughs and puts on her special strap-on. It’s black and absolutely gigantic.
“They didn’t have one this big in the stores, so I had this one custom-made for you. I hope you appreciate the effort,” she laughs, “I call it ‘The Violator’ but the woman who made it for me nicknamed it ‘The last thing his asshole sees before it never closes properly ever again,’” Barbara gleefully tells her victim. “I’m going to rape you know,” she laughs, “and there is nothing you can do about it!” Wearing the massive, spiked strap-on, she gets in front of the horrified Brett and shows him a rusty pair of scissors. “If I don’t make it ballsdeep into your ass, I will cut your balls off with these. So you better relax,” she sadistically laughs.
Then the towering blonde gets in position and with no lube, just brutality, begins to force the enormous strap-on into Brett’s asshole. It is intensely humiliating for him, but even more painful. Barbara is brutal. She uses all her strength to thrust the huge strap-on into Brett, deeper and deeper with every push, tearing his ass apart. Brett helplessly howls, it almost hurts as bad as the worst testicular pain. He feels so powerless, so degraded, it’s nost just the agony, but also the violation, the rape. And all he can do is scream and cry.
“Once, at a feminist discussion about raping men, I heard a woman joke that blood is the natural lube of the male when you rape his ass,” Barbara sadistically laughs, as she brutally violates Brett without mercy. The helpless man screams and cries in terrible pain and humiliation. Eva holds him down and tells him what a big slut he is, “You secretly want this, don’t you? You are just saying no, but your eyes tell me you want it,” she mocks their suffering victim.
Barbara keeps brutally thrusting with all her strength, inflicting extreme pain upon Brett and cruelly injuring him. “I’m making really good progress,” she laughs, “I guess he really does like it!” The women greatly enjoy the humiliation and violation of the helpless male, sadistically mocking him and joyfully laughing about his agony.
Brett howls and cries, as Barbara mercilessly rapes him. With one brutal, full force final thrust, she reaches her goal of ballsdeep violation, and the women cheer at the male’s agony. Barbara pulls out and cleans the strap-on with his clothes, then carefully puts it aside. “Think his eggs have recovered, now that we granted them a nice little break?” the leggy blonde jokes. “Look still pretty swollen to me,” Eva sadistically giggles.
The crying male is curled up on the floor, but it is easy for the women to force their way in between his legs. “A fun little toy for your eggs,” Barbara tells him, “it’s called a ballcrusher, and made from stainless steel. It crushes balls like a vice,” she laughs, “I guess the clue is in the name.” Brett desperately begs them to stop. He tells them they have won, that he is broken, but they sadistically continue to force his seriously swollen testicles into the steel ballcrusher.
Barbara begins to tighten it, squeezing the swollen organs, instantly causing Brett great pain. “This device comes with a safety,” Eva explains to him as Barbara continues to crush his balls, “but don’t worry, just for you alone we fixed the ballcrusher and removed the safety, isn’t that fun?” With his testicles getting dangerously flat, the helpless male howls in crippling agony. His entire body trembles, as it desperately struggles to deal with the pain.
“Isn’t it amazing, how these tiny, disgusting organs can hurt you so much?” Barbara laughs as she tightens the device even more, brutally crushing the swollen testicles. “They don’t look very healthy,” Eva says with a grin. The women clearly enjoy the brutal torture of their helpless victim immensely, it gives them the greatest sadistic pleasure.
“Ooh, they are really flat now,” Barbara giggles while Brett howls in agony. He no longer sounds human, more like a strange, alien animal that is dying. Between sobbing and screaming, he can barely speak anymore, he is just suffering so horribly. “I think his eggs are in real danger now,” Eva says gleefully. “Oh yeah,” Barbara agrees, “they are not safe.” Laughing, she tightens the ballcrusher even further, cruelly torturing the helpless male far beyond what he could possibly take.
“Look how flat they are,” Barbara points out to Eva, and they both laugh at how shockingly Brett’s fragile organs have been deformed. “I think if I touch the ballcrusher one more time, they rupture,” the towering blonde giggles. “Let’s just enjoy this,” Eva suggests. So the women get up, sit down on the couch, and just watch Brett’s catastrophic suffering. He screams at the top of his lungs, sobbing hard, unable to take the pain. His trembling body twists and contorts, suffering horrifically.
The women enjoy watching him like this. Both record a few clips with their phones, so they can relive this joyous moment later. “Have you noticed that his body is freshly shaved?” Barbara points out, “That idiot really thought he is getting lucky today.” Eva rolls her eyes, “Men really are the dumbest creatures on the planet,” she replies with nothing but contempt for the lesser sex.
To Brett, it felt like an eternity in hell, before his sadistic abusers finally take the ballcrusher of his suffering testicles. They put it away and have a loud laugh when they see the massive swelling of the tortured organs. “I wonder why swollen testicles are apparently naturally funny to women,” Eva thinks out loud, “it’s like mother nature trying to send a message or something,” she giggles.
Sobbing hard, Brett very slowly curls up tightert into the fetal position, even movement seriously hurts now. His entire body is overwhelmed by pain. He weakly tries to beg the women to stop, to tell them that he is broken beyond repair, but he can hardly speak. And Barbara and Eva don’t care what he has to say anyway.
“Remember when you stole my phone and tried to beat me so badly, that I had to hide in the school’s basement?” Barbara asks her violently sobbing victim, “And then I was accidentally locked up overnight? And everybody was worried at first, but then got really mad at me? You felt so mighty that day, didn’t you? How do you feel now?” He can’t even answer, just sob in agony.
“But let’s not indulge in old memories, when we have new, better ones to create,” Barbara laughs, “We have one final toy for you.” Eva sets everything up and they force their way between his legs. The towering blonde tells Brett, “Back then, when you were relentlessly bullying me, I once read an article about something really funny, testicular torsion. That is when a testicle twists around its own cord, so it cuts off its own blood flow and starts to die. Can happen at any time to any male. Isn’t it ridiculous how broken your eggs are? Such pathetic organs. Back then, I hoped this would happen to you. I wished so hard for it. But now I’m an adult, and part of growing up is that you learn not to just hope for good things, but that you have to make them happen.”
Eva hand’s her girlfriend a cauterizing scalpel, and as the crying male helplessly begs them not to do it, Barbara has a big, happy smile on her lips, as she mercilessly cuts open his ballsack. The leggy blonde is ruthless as she brutally rips his testicles out of his open scrotum, causing the howling Brett the worst pain the male mind can process. As he gets overwhelmed by hellish agony, the women burst into laughter at the sight of his testicles. “They are so ugly,” Eva laughs, “Isn’t that the most disgusting and pathetic thing you have ever seen?” Barbara agrees.
Brett no longer sounds human in any way, he howls like a wild alien beast that’s being brutally slaughtered. His trembling body twists and contorts, as Barbara calmly, with a big grin, grabs his left testicle. The touch alone causes mind-bending agony to her helpless victim. “I want you to know,” she says in a soft, happy tone, “that I am truly at peace with this, I know this is the right thing to do, and I feel nothing but happiness.” Screaming and sobbing as hard as he can, Brett can’t respond. Barbara cruelly twists his testicles until the blood flow is completely cut off, and it starts to die. As the women sadistically laugh, she fixates the torsion in place with a surgical clamp. “We wouldn’t want the egg to accidentally safe itself,” she giggles.
Howling even wilder, Brett’s sweating and trembling body violently bends in all directions, but Eva manages to keep his legs under control. As Barbara grabs his right testicle, Brett’s entire existence has become nothing but the most horrific, mind-shattering pain. He doesn’t hear the women anymore, he doesn’t see them, he feels nothing but catastrophic agony, the worst he can possibly feel, the worst his catastrophically overwhelmed mind can process.
Cruelly, without mercy, Barbara twists the right testicle into position, so it also starts to die. The unimaginable agony triggers a seizure in Brett, but all the women worry about is that they manage to fixate the torsion in place with another surgical clamp. With both his testicles dying a slow, horrifically painful death, the women let him have his seizure, they even laugh at his pathetic state and take more vidoes and pictures. “And these creatures want to call themselves the stronger sex,” Eva mocks their broken victim. He can’t hear her, his entire existence is catastrophic agony, that cripples and breaks his body and his mind.
Barbara puts her arm around her girlfriend, and her hand slowly wanders down, giving Eva’s massive ass a good squeeze. “Castrating him is kinda hot, isn’t it?” Eva agrees. Both women clearly feel not only great sadistic joy at the cruel castration of the male, but arousal. They slowly start to make out, with the sounds of Brett’s agony as their aphrodisiac.
Things get heated, this just feels so good, so right, so empowering. The women rip each other’s clothes off, and passionately grab each other, lustfully fucking on the couch, on the floor right next to their broken, hysterically howling victim, on the kichten table, and in Brett’s bed. After a first few aggressive orgasms, they gently make love, whispering to each other about the pure joy of castrating Brett. They are gentle, and they are rough, they are loud, and they are intense, they scissor and they 69. Extremely turned on by the brutal castration of a man, they fuck each other’s brains out for hours.
When they are finally done, both having had many orgasms, they tightly cuddle. Suddenly they realize that it is quiet. Confused and a bit nervous, the two naked beauties go check on Brett. He is still there, his testicles are black now, but he has gone into a catatonic state. They have truly broken him as much as a human being can be broken. Joyfully, they share a kiss. This is even better than what they had hoped for.
Truly happy, they pack up their things and cover their tracks. Barbara, fully dressed again and ready to leave, walks up one final time to Brett. “Here,” she says with a smile, “let me say goodbye!” She lifts her powerful leg and brutally stomps on his black testicles, again and again, violently crushing them under her foot until they just burst and all that is left is mush. It triggers another severe seizure in Brett’s body, but he remains catatonic. “That felt good,” Barbara laughs.
Feeling nothing but satisfaction and joy, the women leave the house. They are not just at peace with what they have done, they are truly happy about it. This was the right thing to do. The superior sex justly punished the inferior sex for a grievous harm and cruel injustice committed by the primitive beast. Now Barbara’s old wounds can finally heal. Everything is as it should be. As they get in the car, Eva asks, “What if nobody finds him?” Barbara pauses for a moment, “We can make an anonymous call to the police. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.” They share a laugh and happily drive away.
Happy End