Boys Like to be Held pt2
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, General ballbusting sessions
Once more spring and lithe, Erin back a good distance away, her foot slowly
retreating backwards. She let loose and....

Michael felt the soft fabric of her sock, the toes pointedly aimed, especially
the pedicured nail of her big toe, all compress against his package. The air
left his lungs as quickly as she had kicked him. He stood, mouth open, eyes
wide, as Erin delicately wiggled her toes within his stuff. With graceful
posture, she kept her balance on her other foot while it's partner whipped his
already smashed nuts.

He couldn't help but fall forward; the pain was too much. His eyes crinkled
with tears, Michael bit his bottom lip to silence a scream. Even as he fell
into a kneeling position once more, Erin kept her foot steady, right up
against his groin. She could feel both individual nuts, moving around, trying
to escape.

Michael curled up around her foot, holding her leg. He looked up to her with
pleading puppy dog eyes, barely able to groan out, "Please--p-please stop."
Erin shook her head, and pressed her foot harder. Michael whimpered sharply in
pain, and whispered almost inaudibly, "Please, I do-don't think I can t-take
any-m-m-more."

Erin sighed, slowly rolled her ankle, but then mercifully withdrew the foot.
She watched, hands on hips, as the boy further curled into himself, clutching
desperately at his boy bits. She was too pissed at his cowardly attitude to
take pity on his coughings and sputterings.

She walked over to her bed and sat down. Watching him whimper for a few more
moments, smiling to herself at her handiwork, she then said sternly, "Michael!
Come here."

Slowly the lanky boy drew his brown eyes up to hers, pain and a deep, deep
hurt obvious in them, even though they were watery with tears. For his part,
he did try to get up, but he could not take his hands from his 'nads. He was
holding them desperately, trying to assauge their aching pains.

Erin bit the inside of her cheek, becoming more annoyed with each moment
Michael lay dawdling on her floor. "Michael! Come over here now or I'll really
give you something to cry about. How about I take out the vice from the
garage? Hm? Stick your nuts in that and let it crush them to a pulpy mess of
nothing! Well?"

Michael moaned, and then replied weakly, "N-no, ma'am. I'm-m coming, ma-
ma'am." Slowly he picked himself up off of the hard wooden floor. When he
finally, painfully, got to his shaking knees, Erin became sympathetic.

Lightly she walked over to him, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his
back, rubbing it in circles. She kissed his cheek. "C'mon, Mikey, almost
there." She grabbed his elbow and tried to pull him up. It was shaky, but he
was standing. With a few uncertain steps, though Erin still had a hold on him,
they reached her bed, onto which he couldn't help but collapse.

Erin adjusted him onto his back, and more towards the middle. She herself
climbed on, deliberately pulling his cock from his already opened jeans and
boxers. It was soft and pliable, but still rather well-sized at what she guess
was five or so inches. Erin always thought penises in and of themselves looked
rather ugly, but this one she could actually consider cute, if that was the
right word for it. She lovingly kissed its head, flicking her tongue at its
slit. No response, except a small "ummph" sound from Michael.

"Aw, sweetie. You did really well today, though!" Laying his cock towards his
tummy, her hand once more delved into his boxers, this time much more gently.
Michael froze, paralyzed in fear that she might continue his torture with
squeezing. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks at the very thought, but Erin only
giggled.

Cupping her hands, she held aloft his balls, swollen and red. Gently, Erin
prodded them. Still intact. Michael yelped; she might as well have been
hammering them on an anvil. Every slight pressure on them sent him reeling.

"Aw, poor baby," Erin said sympathetically, cradling his testicles as lightly
as she could. "Just a little swelling is all, nothing permanent." She took a
moment to study them again, holding them this way and that. "I'm really proud
of you, though. Maybe I should kiss them and make them feel better?" Sweetly
she pecked both left and right testicle, giggling as she did.

Michael, for all the ache and stabbing pains with each throb of blood in his
ballsac, couldn't help but return a small smile. Softly Erin settled his balls
back into their rightful place. She cuddled up to his side, looking up at him
with a big grin. Kissing his cheek, she lightly wiped his tears away with her
thumb.

Snuggling up to him, she once again laid her hand deep into his pants, simply
holding his package. Michael squirmed a bit in anticipation, but Erin was more
interested in a nap than continuing their session. He sighed in relief; sleep
sounded like a very, very good idea. He was exhausted from such practice.

In a soft voice, Erin asked him, "That was fun today, huh?"

Knowing better than to disagree, Michael nodded and murmured, "Mm hmm."

She softly patted his stuff, much to his discomfort, and said before falling
asleep, "I can't wait 'till tomorrow. I have a few more ideas I'd like to do
with you..."

  

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