Chapter 3: Nicole's Second Round - Part 2
Satisfied he was in position, she grabbed a large wooden mallet, the kind of thing you’d use to play whack-a-mole.
“I’m going to be nice and give you a choice in how you want to be punished next.”
She bounced that oversized mallet in her hand menacingly as she talked.
“I can either hit them three times in a row, really FUCKING hard, or ten times in a row, but only very hard?”
Jim’s nads would have surely retracted fully back inside his body at that question if only they weren’t tied down on the wooden platform. The pit in his stomach only grew deeper as he realized how serious the punishment he was receiving was going to be.
Before he could respond to her sadistic question, though, she continued.
“Too long! I’ll just do ten ruthless ones, all in a row. You know, where each hit knocks you into another dimension.”
SPLATTTT!!!!!
The hammer collided violently against his squishy organs. His body exploded in pain as his manhood absorbed the full force of her blow. He gasped loudly, leaving his mouth wide open but unable to suck in any air.
CRUNCH!!!
The hit was more of a glancing blow, but the sharp tip of the hammer just caught the end of Jim’s right nad, brutally grinding it against the hardwood. He screamed, his body sizzling with a terrible ache as Nicole quickly continued her sadistic assault.
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!!! SMACK!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim seized in agony as Nicole fired off three rapid-fire hits, each more brutal than the last.
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!!!!!!!! SMACK!!!!!!!!!!! SMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To say Jim thrashed about would be an understatement. He writhed with every ounce of strength in his body against the outer limits of his restraints as Nicole unleashed a devastating barrage of five brutal smacks in a row. He wailed, squealing like a pig led to slaughter. He didn’t even know what pain was anymore. His bloated ballsack had been brutally busted so far beyond its limits; he was utterly broken. His conscious brain shut down, leaving only his most profound, most animalistic urge to protect himself. An urge he was powerless to act on.
Nicole set down the hammer on the floor and raised herself onto the wooden balance beam holding Jim’s balls. He froze in panic as he realized her intent.
“You didn’t do a great job begging for that last punishment, Jim. Would you kindly beg for this one?”
“I … I …” Jim stuttered. Partly because of fear, partly because he was nowhere near recovered from the blows from her hammer.
“Tick tock, Jim.”
“Please … please hurt me.”
“And how should I hurt you?”
“By standing on my testicles.”
“Shall I stomp on them too?”
Jim gulped. He knew what he had to say.
“Please stomp on my testicles very, very hard. They deserve to be punished, and I am lucky that you are here to punish me.”
“That was excellent. And as a reward for doing such a good job begging, I’m going to give you exactly what you wished for.”
She drew her foot high in the air and, in one single instant, crashed it down on his bloated, beet-red ballsack. An excruciating squelching sound filled the air, followed shortly by a high-pitched blistering scream when Jim’s brain processed the enormity of his destruction.
He didn’t have long to comprehend the obliteration of his tortured testicles, though. Moments later, Nicole’s foot crashed into them again, and again, and again. She unleashed a brutal flurry of stomps that nearly liquified his precious plums for good.
To say the screams coming out of Jim’s mouth were blood-curdling would be a massive understatement. Jim screamed as if his soul was forcibly ripped from his body. The unrelenting, hellish agony amplified with every stomp, quickly plunging him to depths of suffering he never thought possible.
Nicole kept stomping. That sensation was exactly what she was trying to create. She wasn’t interested in merely hurting Jim. No. She wanted to obliterate him completely. She wanted to give him a ballbusting so vicious his being shook to the very core. She wanted to leave nothing but mush between his legs. He walked into this room a pervert, and she wanted him to leave it a broken man.
Nicole stopped after an especially ferocious blow. But she didn’t remove her foot from his midsection. This time, she planted firmly in the squishy mess that was his scrotum. She gave it a horrifying twist that ground his tortured orbs against the wooden surface underneath. Jim’s tortured wails rose an octave higher. In response, she leaned forward, pressing her ample breasts against Jim’s face.
“That’s it, Jim, bury your face in my rack. Ingrain this association deep into your subconscious. Boobs equal pain.”
Jim’s sobs were muffled. But his torment was very real as her toes slowly obliterated his soppy mess of manhood. Her entire weight bore down directly on his aching testicles. The agony was overwhelming. To his surprise, though, his cock was enjoying the eroticism of the situation. Between her foot in his genitals and her chest in his face, he found himself very aroused.
“You deserve this punishment. Your testicles make you weak.
Jim sobbed as she sunk ever deeper into his throbbing ballsack. At the same time, though, the horrific pain came with a rush of pleasure. He knew if she kept crushing his testicles, it was only a matter of time before he came. His cock throbbed so powerfully that it broke free of the tape holding it against his chest.
“Breath, Jim. This is your new reality. Savor the pain.”
Soon, Nicole stepped down, worried his nuts would crack for real. She wasn’t averse to neutering her male subjects. Rather, she just thought it was a bit early for that for Jim. She might neuter him someday, but she felt he deserved to endure a lot more suffering before being granted the release of castration. She undid his restraints and he quickly slunk to the floor. He sobbed, both because she had hurt him very badly and because sexual release had once again eluded him. The ballbusting clinic had kept him in chastity for weeks and he was desperate.
She didn’t give him long to recover on the floor, though. In mere moments she was kneeling between his legs, grabbing his delicate orbs in her hands. She immediately clamped down. Jim screamed. His stomach lurched. He couldn’t help himself. One single drop of cum escaped the tip of his penis. He was seconds away from a full-blown orgasm.
“Are you seriously about to cum? We’ll see about that.”
Nicole stopped squeezing. Jim was left frustratingly close to an orgasm. Was she really going to deny him? He could feel the pent-up load in his cock. Any extra stimuli would be enough to send him over the edge.
She formed her hand into a fist, raised it high into the air, and slammed it down piledriver style on his testicles. The pain was horrific, but this time, it triggered a geyser of cum to shoot out of his dick. The hot rope of white liquid shot up into the air and landed on Nicole’s left breast.
She punched again, triggering another blast of cum. Jim writhed as the pain set in, but at the same time experienced the relief of being drained. Weeks of pent-up sperm shot out of his thick cock as she unleashed a brutal flurry of punches; each blow triggering another agonizing but blissful spurt of jizz. It didn’t take long for Nicole’s chest to look like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Nicole stopped punching when it seemed Jim was fully drained. His head hung limp, and his impressive erection slowly deflated.
“I bet you didn’t know you could cum like that, did you?”
Jim, weeping silently, shook his head that she was right.
“As long as you’re in my program, that’s the only way you’ll be allowed to cum. But don’t worry. If the daily edging ever gets to be too much for you, you’re free to schedule an appointment here and I’d be happy to administer an orgasm.”
She walked to the corner of the room to grab a towel, carefully wiping Jim’s ejaculations off her breasts. He just appreciated the opportunity to catch his breath.
“I hope you didn’t think our session would be over just because you came. No, I’m going to keep bashing the ever-living fuck out of your testicles until you learn your lesson.”
Jim hardly responded. What little strength his body had left was gone after relieving several weeks of pent-up sexual frustration. He barely even processed Nicole’s reminder that his punishment was far from over.
“I’ve invited Sarah back to deliver this next portion of your punishment yourself. It’s only fair after the way you objectified her on your way in. Don’t you agree?”
“Of course, Nicole,” Jim muttered. “It’s only right that Sarah gets to punish me herself after the way that I treated her.”
“I’m so glad you agree. Sarah!” Nicole raised her voice and called into the changing room. “You can come in now.”
Jim did a double-take when Sarah walked in. Gone was her low-cut white dress from earlier. Now, all she was wearing was her red panties. The voluptuous tits he had so longingly ogled earlier were now on full display for his enjoyment. And enjoy them he did, despite the battered state of his recently drained balls. His cock twitched back to life as his mind unconsciously wandered to thoughts of bending Sarah over. Slowly but surely, the strength returned to his limbs.
Both girls noticed the look on Jim’s face.
“Jim! Is there anything you’d like to say to Sarah?”
Nicole’s sharp command snapped him back to reality. He quickly realized he better stop staring at Sarah, or he’d be in even more trouble.
“I’m so sorry for the way I treated you earlier, Sarah. I looked at you like a piece of meat, and that was wrong. I completely lost my manners. I just hope you can forgive me.”
Sarah was visibly taken aback. She hadn’t expected a lifelong pervert like him to ever own up to his actions like that. He seemed contrite earlier today, but his behavior now was on another level.
“Thank you for apologizing, Jim. Most men never change their ways like you are doing. Tell me, are you angry at all that I reported you?”
“Of course not. I am thankful that you did. It’s a good thing that I have such a thorough teacher to teach me the error of my ways. This is a lesson that I will remember for the rest of my life.”
Nicole smiled in the background. Sarah was right – it was rare for men like Jim to reform. He was making good progress, but he still had a lot of abuse to withstand before she’d be satisfied.
“Sarah, you’re probably wondering why I asked you to come in here dressed like that.” Nicole motioned to Sarah’s mostly-naked body.
“I was a little bit curious about that, yeah. Isn’t that giving Jim exactly what he wants?”
“Well, sort of. What we’re working on today ‘aversion therapy.’ We want to make sure that when Jim sees a beautiful woman like you, he thinks of pain, not pleasure. So, if you’re up for it, we’re going to spend the next half hour or so beating the ever-living shit out of his balls. Sound good?”
“Hell yeah! I’ve worked here for a long time, but I’ve never actually helped with a punishment.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll help you along. I’ll walk through everything so that we can make this as excruciating as possible for Jim.”
“Sounds good! And Jim’s really OK with this?”
Nicole gave Jim a knowing look. He knew what he had to say.
“Of course I am, Sarah. My balls belong to you and Nicole. Please abuse them however you want. It is your right to deliver them as much pain as you’d like.”
Sarah nodded, impressed. He really was accepting of his punishment.
“Jim, why don’t you prove to Sarah just how sorry you are by suggesting a particularly painful method to start with?”
He sat silent for a moment, pondering his options. His balls were already quite severely damaged, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. On the other hand, though, he knew what Nicole would do to him if he didn’t suggest something vicious.
“How about punches? You could tie my legs apart so I can’t protect myself.”
“Why would you protect yourself? I thought you said you deserved this?”
“I do. And my balls are yours to destroy. I’m just worried that my evolutionary instincts might kick in, and I might accidentally cover-up. Tying me up ensures I don’t accidentally escape any punishment.”
“I appreciate your honesty. Lay down spread eagle on your back right there, and I will secure you in place.” She motioned towards a specific point on the floor.
Jim did as he was told, and she got to work fastening four ropes around his wrists and ankles. She tied one end of each rope to him and the other end to one of the four hooks placed strategically on the walls for this exact purpose. Once Jim was in position, she had Sarah sit on his chest, facing his crotch.
“Sarah, why don’t you start with one nice hard punch, just to make sure they’re properly tenderized? If you punch like this …”
She made a piledriver motion with her hand.
“… his testicles will get trapped quite painfully against his pelvis.”
Sarah put her hands in piledriving position, although her shaky fist and slow movements betrayed her hesitancy. Nicole offered her some encouragement.
“Don’t be nervous. Yes, it’s going to hurt him. But he deserves it. Isn’t that right, Jim?”
“Yes, that’s right. I deserve it. Please don’t hesitate at all to hit them as hard as you can.”
Sarah looked closely at the condition of his sack. It was swollen to two to three times larger than she’d ever seen before, and it had a dark red, nearly purple, hue. She didn’t have balls herself, but she knew it must be hurting quite badly.
“Are you sure?”
Jim didn’t hesitate to respond. He knew he couldn’t.
“Go right ahead. My balls are yours to punish as you see fit.”
Sarah shrugged. She had been taught her whole life not to hit men “down there,” but both Jim and Nicole were encouraging her to do it now. She drew her fist high up in the air and slammed into his swollen plums.
Jim screamed. Sarah’s punch would have been quite painful all on its own. After an hour of hellish abuse from Nicole, it was devastating. He fought involuntarily to close his legs, but it was no use. His legs remained spread wide apart thanks to the restraints he himself had requested. As a result, his gonads, still jiggling from that punch, remain exposed for more torment.
Sarah laughed. It felt good to take her frustration out on Jim. And she felt powerful making him squirm underneath her. She didn’t hesitate to punch his delicate reproductive organs again. And again. And again.
Soon, she was working his scrotum like a speed boxing bag, knocking his battered balls every which way. His scream slowly transitioned to a high-pitched mewling sound as his body was racked with agony. Each testicle felt like an exploding fireball of pain, but there was nothing he could do. His legs were forced apart, and his deeply bruised ballsack remained presented for Sarah to demolish. He writhed under her weight, but it did nothing to soothe the hellish ache.
It didn’t take long for all the oxygen to escape Jim’s lungs. But that didn’t stop Sarah from working him over like a boxer going for the knockout blow. He suffered silently, unable to scream. Each punch sent fresh jolts of searing pain shooting through his body. But deep down, underneath all the suffering, he knew he deserved it. He knew this was the price he must pay for objectifying Sarah earlier.
Eventually, Sarah felt her arms growing tired and chose to take a quick break. Jim’s breath returned in short, sharp gasps for oxygen as he fought in vain to recover from her brutal assault on his testicles.
“How did that feel, Sarah? Do you feel that you are punishing Jim fairly for how he treated you?”
Sarah paused and pondered Nicole’s question. She felt powerful, and she felt the control she had over Jim by having unrestricted access to his most delicate organs. She felt dominant as Jim writhed underneath her.
She also felt horny. The growing wet spot between her legs made that clear. She knew she could extend his punishment however long she wanted.
“Definitely.” She responded. “But I think Jim deserves a lot more.”
“Of course, I couldn’t agree more. What would you like to do next?”
“It would be so fun to stand on them. I’ve always wondered what testicles would feel like under my feet!”
“That’s a great idea. Wait here for a moment, I have just the thing.”
Nicole walked to the wall of torture devices and grabbed a solid wooden block. She positioned it between Jim’s spread legs so that his battered ballsack was resting on top of it. She used a small piece of tape to fasten his cock, which had softened somewhat after his earlier orgasm but remained impressively sized, against his chest. Once she was satisfied, she squatted over Jim’s face, positioning her bare cunt directly over his mouth.
“Get a nice close look, Jim. I want you to see up close what my pussy looks like, smells like, feels like, and tastes like. You’re desperate for pussy, right? That’s why you ogled Sarah earlier, isn’t it? You wanted to sleep with her?”
With her crotch acting as a ball gag, Jim grunted that she was right. And, as if on cue, his penis stiffened once more. In a matter of seconds, it stiffened to its full 7.5 inches of glory. Sarah immediately noticed Jim’s now fully-erect member.
“Are you sure this is punishment for Jim? He seems to be enjoying it.”
“I know it seems counter-intuitive, but that actually means our punishment is working. We want Jim to think of this punishment when he sees a beautiful woman. If we do this right, we will train him to subconsciously associate pussy with pain, not pleasure. In fact, for the next several weeks, the only way Jim will be allowed to orgasm is from ballbusting.”
“Is that even possible?”
“It is! In fact, Jim came from ballbusting alone just before you walked in. After a few more weeks of submitting completely to us, he should be much more subservient. In fact, Jim, why don’t you tell Sarah what you’ve learned already?”
Jim gulped, swallowing his pride.
“I’ve learned that my testicles make me weak. I was a pervert, but I am lucky to have you two gorgeous women here to demonstrate just how inferior I am.”
“Good boy, Jim. Sarah, are you ready to do the honors?”
Sarah nodded that she was.
“Good. Get started whenever you feel ready.”
Sarah positioned her foot over Jim’s swollen and exposed testicles but hesitated before pressing down.
“I can tell you’re nervous. It’s OK, it’s natural to be nervous. But you have nothing to worry about. Do you have anything to say, Jim?” Nicole raised her crotch an inch or two in the air so Jim could talk.
“It’s OK, Sarah, really. Please step on my balls. It will hurt very badly but I deserve it after how I ogled you earlier.”
“See? Even Jim wants you to do it. This is part of teaching him his lesson.”
Seemingly reassured, Sarah pressed down with her foot. She pressed gently at first. His ball bag wasn’t great for her balance. Nicole noticed her struggling and quickly piped up.
“You can use the wall to keep your balance.”
Sarah followed Nicole’s suggestion and steadied herself using the wall. Soon, she was resting nearly her entire weight on Jim’s swollen scrotum.
It didn’t take long for Jim to resume screaming in agony. Nicole’s cunt did an OK job muffling his wails, but the room was still filled with his pained cries. He thrashed about as best he could, but the restraints kept him from covering up or protecting himself in the slightest.
“If you twist your feet back and forth it will amplify the pain for Jim. You want to feel each ball rolling around under your feet – that’s how you know it’s really devastating for him.”
Sarah did as Nicole suggested and twisted her foot in a violent jerking motion. Jim’s left ball in particular caught under the bottom of her left foot and flattened particularly painfully. His wails reached an octave higher, not that it did him any good.
Nicole took the opportunity to lecture Jim and reinforce the lessons he was trying to teach.
“Let this serve as a reminder, Jim: beautiful women will give you pain, not pleasure. Women are not objects for you to sexualize. The next time you see a gorgeous woman like Sarah, I want you to remember this pain.”
It was doubtful Jim could actually hear what she was saying. His conscious mind was far too preoccupied with the hellish sensations between his legs. That didn’t stop her from continuing, though.
“Your testicles make you weak and inferior. You men might be big and strong, but us women don’t have those exposed vulnerabilities dangling between your legs. With one swift kick, any woman could reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess on the floor.”
Jim didn’t respond, he couldn’t. He just kept crying into Nicole’s pussy. Logical thought had long sense escaped him. While his body was tied to the floor, his soul was in the fetal position, desperately hoping to survive Sarah’s assault with both balls intact.
Meanwhile, Sarah was having the time of her life reducing Jim’s tender beans to mush under feet. She’d worked at the clinic for months, but this was her first chance to obliterate a pair of testicles herself. The more desperate Jim’s cries became, the more dominant and powerful she felt. She knew she had absolute control over his most precious, delicate organs. She knew no matter how badly she abused them; Jim had no choice but to beg her for more.
Sarah stepped down after just a few minutes of flattening – just in time to avoid Jim passing out.
“How was that, Sarah? Did you enjoy it?”
“Oh my god, yes. I could feel his testicles crunch under my feet. In fact, I want to try that on my boyfriend when I get home.”
A huge smile flashed across Nicole’s face.
“You absolutely should! All men deserve to be taught a lesson. I haven’t met your boyfriend, but I’m sure a thorough ballbusting will make him much more obedient.”
“I’m sure it will. I’ve been doing him a lot of favors in the bedroom, and his ego has grown. A swift kick to the nuts should remind him to behave.”
“Would you help me untie Jim? I think it’s time for him to grovel at your feet and apologize.”
The girls got to work undoing Jim’s restraints. The timer went off as they did so, signaling the end of Jim’s scheduled torture for the day. He hoped that meant he was off the hook for now, but the girls didn’t seem to pay the soft beeping sound any mind. They continued their conversation uninterrupted.
“I think his apology would be a bit more meaningful if it were after a few final kicks, don’t you?”
“I couldn’t agree more. Jim should apologize as his balls are exploding in agony.”
“What do you say, Jim? You up for a few more shots to the testicles?
He gulped, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face. He knew he had no choice but to say yes. The burning pain emanating deep inside his battered ball sack didn’t make it easy, though.
“Yes, Sarah.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jim. It’s like you haven’t learned anything today. Would you beg Sarah properly?”
“I’m sorry. Of course, you can kick me in the balls as hard as you want and as many times as you want. It is only fair after how I ogled you earlier. My testicles are yours to abuse, and I am lucky that you are giving me this opportunity to make up for my actions.”
“That’s more like it. Now spread your legs wide and present yourself.”
After everything he endured, presenting himself was no easy feat. Every natural instinct in his body urged him to curl up and protect his battered sexual organs, but he fought his evolutionary urges. He did as he was told, splaying his legs far apart and thrusting his hips forward. He used his weak hand to hold his throbbing erection up against his chest and out of the path of Sarah’s foot. He kept his other hand behind his back and braced for the impending eruption of pain.
Sarah walked behind Jim and began lining up her kick. He shuddered when her foot grazed the underside of his swollen scrotum. He knew her aim would be spot on, and there was no chance he would escape lightly.
“While she prepared to finish you off, why don’t you tell us what you’ve learned today?”
“I, like all men, and weak because of my testicles. When I see a beautiful woman like you or Sarah, I know that she could easily control me by using them to inflict unbearable pain. I am thankful that you two are here to punish my …”
Sarah’s foot made brutal contact mid-sentence. In an instant, his voice disappeared and was replaced by a high-pitched mewling sound that grew slowly to a full-blown wail. She had aimed perfectly. The swollen mass that had grown so large it was beginning to resemble a third testicle (and was filled with nothing but tender nerve endings) crunched in an instant against his pelvis. The strength left his limbs, and he predictably slunk to his stomach on the floor, concerned with nothing but the sensations in his scrotum.
Before he had even finished screaming, Nicole was rolling him onto his back and prying his hands away from his crotch. She sat on his chest, trapping his hands under her weight. Jim’s balls were still doing somersaults internally when she had finished trapping him under her weight.
“Have another one, Sarah. Don’t hold back. Remember, Jim is a repeat offender and really needs to be taught a lesson.”
Sarah was all too happy to oblige. She slammed her leg down violently, causing the underside of her foot to collide brutally with his precious plums.
Jim yelled, screamed, and writhed, but it was no use. Nicole had him fully restrained, and his delicate sexual organs remained exposed for Sarah to attack.
Which she didn’t hesitate to do. In a matter of seconds, she unleashed a brutal flurry of stomps that nearly turned his gonads to jelly.
Nicole knew that Jim’s balls were finally just a few blows away from truly rupturing. She wasn’t against the idea of letting Sarah permanently pop his pulp-makers, but it was a bit too soon to let him off the hook by neutering him. Real perverts like Jim didn’t deserve that reprieve. Instead, they deserved to have their most sensitive reproductive parts abused as often as possible. Pain is the only way they learn, and testicles are a remarkably effective way to deliver that pain.
Jim, of course, was not concerned with Nicole’s internal monologue. He knew his nuts were severely hurt, but he had no idea how close they were to bursting for real. He was just thankful that she got up, allowing him to get his hands on his damaged goods finally. Which he did – he immediately grabbed between his legs, desperately cradling what was left of his devastated ball sack. His whole body quivered as he settled onto the floor in the fetal position to endure his suffering. He openly wept, his entire being consumed by the horrific, soul-splitting ache between his legs.
“Do you think he’s ready to apologize?”
Sarah gave Jim a good look. She observed how his limbs were splayed across the floor and twitching spastically as spasms of pain shot through his body. She saw that tears were streaming down his face and that he was whimpering softly. She saw the deep purple skin covering his swollen, tender nut meat poking through his fingers and knew he was deeply broken. Further, the image of him convulsing at her feet was a picture-perfect representation of his inferiority.
“Yeah, that’s probably enough for today. It’s time to hear how sorry he really is.”
He couldn’t bring himself to form words. Not when the pain from his torture was so fresh. He could barely whimper, much less put together complete sentences. He knew he had to hurry, though. As if on cue, Nicole reminded him to have a sense of urgency.
“Don’t wait too long, Jim. It’s time you properly apologize for your actions today.”
He took a couple of deep breaths and did his best to choke out the words.
“I’m so sorry to … “ his voice trailed off.
“To what, Jim?” Nicole demanded.
“To have ogled you, Sarah. It was wrong, and I’ve now learned my lesson. I will never do it again.”
Nicole prompted him to continue.
“Are you thankful for anything?”
“I’m thankful that you two are here to teach me what I did wrong and punish me as I deserve.”
“You’re not angry at all about what we’ve done to you?”
“No, not at all. Quite the opposite. It is your right to punish me however you see fit, and I not only have accepted my punishment but embraced it. I know that my balls are yours to destroy, and I am happy to take however much pain you wish to give me. I am just sorry that I ever acted in a perverted way in the first place.”
“Good enough for now. We’ll see you at the same time next week.”
Nicole and Sarah both left the room, leaving Jim to squirm on the floor and come to grips with his new reality. While Nicole and Sarah had spent less than two hours with him, their devilish abuse would leave him in agonizing pain until his next session. Both girls could resume their days and forget about their time with Jim. In contrast, the constant flickers of searing pain meant Jim couldn’t forget. He was constantly reminded of his inferiority and their power over him. In just a few moments, they could reduce him to a whimpering mess with just one swing of their legs.
After enduring an hour and a half of brutal testicular destruction, he wanted nothing more than to lay on the ground and feel sorry for himself. But he knew that wasn’t allowed and that he was already in a lot of trouble. He forced himself to his hands and knees and crawled on all fours back to the changing room to get dressed.
After putting his clothes back on, he gingerly made his way to the front desk. Sarah had already resumed her post and helped him make his appointment for next week.
“Your attitude towards your punishment today was great today. I appreciate that you did not seem angry and that you openly accepted all of it, no matter how painful it was.”
Jim wanted to hurry to his car and curl up in pain, but he knew there would be severe consequences if he did not maintain his obedient demeanor from earlier.
“Of course, Sarah. The way I ogled you was perverted and wrong, and I deserved to be punished. I am just lucky that you chose to give me this opportunity to make up for what I did to you.”
“Wow, that’s so rare. Most men never see the error of their ways like you have. All they care about is protecting their precious balls. It’s refreshing to see a man so welcoming of all this.”
“I wasn’t always this way. It’s only because you and Nicole have been so good at teaching me how I’ve been wrong. I now know that my testicles make me inferior, and I’m happy that you two can punish them however and whenever you like.”
“I can’t wait to see you again next week, Jim. I hope Nicole lets me join in your punishment again. Good luck with the edging until then!”
Jim wished her a good day and made his way to his car. He lay down in the backseat and began openly sobbing as the deep, lasting pain from his prolonged abuse set in.