tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913677240880367862024-03-12T23:04:21.049-07:00Jake's ballbusting storiesBBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-47779889749218518252022-12-27T01:54:00.005-08:002022-12-27T01:54:55.789-08:00Big John loses his boots<p>I sent a version of this story in to Where's My Sneaks a while ago, but realize I never posted it here. This version also has a bit more ballbusting!</p><p>John and Ollie were both part of a crew of 7 guys on a work site. They were all good friends and loved playing
pranks and practical jokes on one another, but John was the biggest of the guys
by quite a margin which made him a formidable target. He was well aware of this and used it to his
advantage, pranking the other guys with impunity, knowing that it would be much
harder for them to get him back. Last
week he had tossed a massive bag of cement mix to Ollie and when the smaller
man stumbled and fell over, trapped under the bag, he had pulled Ollie’s boots
off and tossed them on the roof of their office trailer. He did get the bag off Ollie afterwards, but
then the de-booted Ollie had to walk across the site in his socks and climb up
on the trailer to get his boots back.
Ollie had eyed John’s boots for the rest of the day, but he knew he
didn’t stand a chance of getting them by himself.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><p>Today though he would get his chance. As happened every so often the rest of the
guys had got fed up with being pranked without being able to get John back and
decided to gang up on him. John was
sitting down on a pile of crates cleaning some of their tools, which was good
because it meant he had his hands full and wasn’t focussing on what was going
on around him. The other 6 guys crept up
behind him and then when Ted gave the signal they pounced and grabbed him. He dropped the tools and tried to escape, but
it was too late.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They wrestled him down so that he was lying on the
crates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sam and Patrick climbed up on
his chest and sat on him, while Ian helped them control his arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ted and Nathan each grabbed one of John’s
thick legs while Ollie got to work on his boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Secretly, Ollie was overjoyed to get his
hands on John’s big, heavy timberland boots, and not just as revenge for John stealing his own boots.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">John was not going down without a fight though and was
struggling so much that it was hard for Ollie to get hold of the laces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he tried to brace himself against John’s
leg and the crates so he could untie his boot, Ollie accidentally planted the
heel of his own boot square in John’s crotch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>John let out a yelp and his struggles got much weaker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ollie felt a little bad about that, but the
noise John made was also quite funny, and it was much easier for him to untie
John’s bootlaces now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The lull in John’s struggles didn’t last long though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ted and Nathan glanced at each other across
John’s legs, both having had the same idea, nodded to one another and sent a
fist crashing into John’s ample package, crushing his bull nuts between their
knuckles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John let out a howl and his
struggles weakened again, allowing Ollie to pull the big, wheat coloured
timberland off his foot, exposing his bright white work sock.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ollie had just set John’s left boot down and got to work
untying his right boot when he started struggling again, so without hesitation
Ted and Nathan sent their fists crashing into John’s nuts once more.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lay off my
nuts, would you?” John pleaded.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Stop struggling then,” Ted and Nathan chorused.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Not wanting to incite further nut punches John acquiesced
and stopped struggling as Ollie untied his right boot and pulled it off,
leaving him in just his socks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ollie
picked up the left boot and took a few steps back, chuckling a little at the
sight of John, pinned down on the crates, bright white socks waggling in the
air as he felt the heat from John’s feet radiating up from the heavy boots in
his hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After savouring the sight for
a moment Ollie trotted off over to the office trailer and just as John had done
to him, tossed first one big boot and then the other up onto the roof where
they landed with loud thuds.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He got back over to the crates just as the other guys were
getting off John and letting him up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>John sat up slowly, slightly red in the face and panting from struggling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes
in his socks and smiled wryly.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright, I guess you guys got me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’re on the roof of the trailer?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ollie nodded, grinning.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">John took a few minutes getting his breath back and
massaging his bruised balls before slipping off the crates, socked feet
pressing into the soft dirt, and set off across the work site to the
trailer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time he got his boots
off the roof and sat down on the steps to them back on his socks were looking a
lot less white.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deciding he didn’t want
to get mud in his boots he stripped his socks off and put his boots on
barefoot, making the rest of the guys laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As he tied his boots John looked over at Ollie, locking eyes with him
and raising one thick blond eyebrow, before slowly dropping his gaze to Ollie’s
boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ollie could tell John would be
after his boots again soon, but he didn’t really mind that much.<o:p></o:p></p>BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-83780958464556449452022-02-11T20:08:00.000-08:002022-02-11T20:08:28.287-08:00Royal Marines: The demo<p>Maybe some of you have seen the videos on YouTube of the British Royal Marines doing close quarters combat demonstrations for the public. If not it's worth doing a search and having a look as there are two moves they demonstrate where one unlucky marine gets kicked in the nuts. I've thought about writing a story inspired by them for a while, but not had the time. Recently I was chatting with my friend Firefox77788 about it and we ended up writing a story together, so here it is.</p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frank grabbed Adam’s foot at the high point of his roundhouse kick and held it there for a few seconds, a grin spreading across his face, before sending the instep of his boot up into Adam’s crotch. A few minutes later they were on to the sentry takedowns and Sean gave the inside of Adam’s boots a few kicks to make sure his legs were spread well apart, while Ollie gave Frank’s boot a quick polish. Adam watched as Frank turned and lined himself up behind him, then sprinted forwards, boots thundering against the mat, before driving the toe of his right boot up into his nuts. Adam closed his eyes and let the video run on, reliving the sensation of that hard boot toe slamming into his balls.</span></span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-fc9f627a-7fff-83eb-ad2b-8a0e3641a09b"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Their squad had been doing a close combat demonstration earlier in the day. It was something they did every few months and mostly it was always a pretty fun day. There were two exceptions though, the two moves that involved getting kicked in the nuts. During training they just dealt with it without complaints, but dealing with the pain from a steel-toed combat boot to the knackers when it is just you and your squadmates, and when you have a big audience are rather different beasts. Since most of the guys really didn’t want to get kicked in the nuts during a demo session they would draw straws for it.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Today Adam had drawn the short straw, for which Ollie and Brad were particularly thankful because Frank was going to be the kicker. In training no one held back with their kicks. As the instructors said, the enemy certainly wouldn’t hold back, so you weren’t really doing your buddies any favours by sparing them a few minutes of pain. That and if the instructor caught you out holding back they’d pull you and your partner out in front of everyone and kick both of you as hard as they could. Demo sessions were different though and most of the guys did pull their kicks a little. Not Frank though, Frank would punt your nuts just as hard in a demo as during regular training. Of course, most of the guys would kick Frank harder in payback, but it didn’t stop him. Adam would have happily taken Frank’s kicks every time, but he didn’t want the rest of the guys to find out about his fetish.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After the demo was over most of the guys went out to get drinks, but they needed one guy to stay at the youth hostel the unit was renting to keep an eye on the equipment. Adam drew the short straw for that too, which this time he was annoyed about. They always had someone recording the session though, and it had already been uploaded, so at least he could keep himself occupied by re-watching it.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Daydreaming about Frank’s boots, Adam didn’t notice someone else walk into the room until a voice right behind him said, “Whatcha watching, Adam?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The question brought Adam out of his reverie with a start and he almost fell out of his chair as he twisted around to see who it was. Frank hadn’t intended to induce such a comical reaction, but he couldn’t help bursting out laughing at the result.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Frank? What are you doing back so soon, I thought you were out with the others?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frank shrugged, “I was, but they decided to go to some club and I wasn’t interested. Anyway, you watching anything good?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Just the recording of the demo.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yeah, they catch my good side?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“See for yourself,” Adam said, passing him the tablet.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frank sat there for a few minutes watching the video, but then starting to frown.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“What?” Adam asked, panicking that he might have left something open that he didn’t want Frank to find.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frank just passed him back the tablet. The video was paused just before Frank’s boot slammed into Adam’s crotch, running at one quarter speed.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You didn’t fall”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam blinked a couple of times and started the video running. Usually he let himself fall just after the kick landed. Maybe he had been looking forward to it too much, but whatever the reason evidently this time he hadn’t, and just as Frank said, he stayed upright until Ollie and Brad grabbed him and threw him down.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Did I not get you?” Frank asked</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You did, but it takes more than a single kick in the nuts to take me down.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam cursed himself even before he’d finished saying it. Maybe it was because he could tell Frank was a little drunk, or because he’d been daydreaming about it just now, but either way he would never usually be so forthright.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh yeah?” Frank said with a sly grin, “how many does it take?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“What?” Adam asked, still caught up in admonishing himself.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I asked how many kicks it does take to bring you down”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Uh, I don’t know.” That was true, he didn’t know how many it would take, though he would dearly love to find out and subconsciously his gaze wandered down to Frank’s feet.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I reckon we ought to find out”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You do?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yeah, gotta know your limits. Isn’t that what the instructors always say?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yeah, that’s true”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Cool, so we doing this?” Frank said, standing up, though it was more of statement than a question.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Uh, shouldn’t you put your boots on, y’know, so it’s more like real combat?” Adam asked, waving weakly down at Frank’s civvie trainers.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh yeah, good point!” Frank practically bounded off to his bunk, kicking off his sneakers and grabbing his boots.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam could hardly believe this was happening as he watched Frank shoving his feet into his boots and tying the laces. When he was done, Frank stood up and flexed his toes in his boots.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Alright Adam, turn around and spread your legs”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Adam obliged. “Are you going to count or…” </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wham!</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Adam didn’t get a chance to finish his question as Frank’s boot powered into his nuts. He let out a startled yelp and stumbled a little, though managed not to fall down.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I wasn’t ready yet,” Adam grumbled as he massaged his bruised balls through his jeans.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“The enemy won’t give you any warning,” Frank said, chuckling slightly.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam just gave a non-committal grunt in response as he spread his legs again. Frank came up behind him and tapped his ankles a bit wider with his boots. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This time he braced himself immediately, but Frank counted to three before slamming his boot up into Adam’s nuts again. Adam groaned and shuffled his feet a little, but otherwise stayed solidly in place so Frank wasted no time sending his boot thundering up into Adam’s groin again. This time Adam’s groan of pain was a little louder and he had to hold his crotch with his hands for a minute. The instep had caught both his balls this time, which wouldn’t be so bad as at least the leather there was softer than the steel toe cap, but the edge of the toe cap had smacked into his cock - he was going to have a very interesting bruise tomorrow.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Wow, you weren’t kidding. Ready for number 4?” Frank asked when Adam moved his hands away again.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah” </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wham!</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Adam had barely finished agreeing when the toe of Frank’s boot rocketed up between his legs again, smacking into his jeans with a heavy thud.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Fuck, my balls,” Adam groaned, staggering slightly.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You giving up?” Frank said, one eyebrow raised and a slight grin on his face. He’d always enjoyed being able to take down even the toughest looking guys with a well-placed kick. Finding someone that could actually take it and stay standing was a novelty, and he was certainly impressed, but also determined to show that boot would win out over balls in the end. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“No, I’m good.” More than good, this was amazing, even if his nuts would be complaining for the rest of the evening. He was glad Frank couldn’t see the front of him though, as the tent in his jeans was getting pretty obvious.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Alright.” Frank pulled his leg back and let rip with his strongest kick yet. Unfortunately for Adam the tent in his jeans meant his balls were hanging there defenceless and Frank managed to aim it perfectly so that the toe of his boot went straight up into the bottom of Adam’s sack, crushing his already tender nuggets between the unyielding steel of the toe cap and the solid mass of his own pelvis.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Fuck!” Adam yelled, black spots dancing in his eyes as his knees gave way and he stumbled backwards. He never reached the floor though as Frank wrapped his strong arms around Adam’s chest, propping him up against his muscular frame to stop him falling.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Drunk though he was, Frank could tell that Adam was not ok and immediately flipped from cocky dominance to concern. “Shit, I got you man. I shouldn’t have gone so hard.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frank helped, almost carried, him back over to his bunk and laid him down. “Sorry man, I got carried away. I ought to check and make sure they’re ok.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam wasn’t really listening as Frank trotted off across the room. The only thing on his mind was the pulsing agony in his balls. He’d never been busted that hard before. The pain was even enough that the tent in his jeans was subsiding. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Sorry, couldn’t find the latex gloves, so these’ll have to do,” Frank said as he waved his combat gloves, “I did find a cold pack though.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam blinked at him. “What are you…?” he started to ask, but before he had a chance to get any further Frank had moved Adam’s hands aside, unzipped his jeans and yanked them and his underwear down to his ankles.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam was so completely surprised that he didn’t react at all as Frank cracked the cold pack and tugged on his gloves. Then he felt the rough leather of Frank’s gloves on his nuts as Frank took one ball in each hand, rolling them around and applying gentle pressure to make sure they were still intact. At least, Frank had probably intended it to be gentle. Between the thickness of his combat gloves and the lingering effects of the alcohol it was definitely a bit rough. Not that Adam minded that. The pain of the last kick was starting to fade into a dull ache and Frank’s slightly rough handling of his balls was the perfect antidote. Certainly his cock was starting to react to it, whether he wanted it to or not, slowly rising again.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam raised his head slightly, looking down his chest to his stiffening member. Frank had clearly noticed it too and looked past it, locking eyes with Adam and raising an eyebrow.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I, uh…” Adam started and then trailed off, not really knowing what to say.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I guess they’re fine, huh?” Frank said, giving Adam’s dick a slap with the back of his hand, which only made it get harder. Frank raised his eyebrow higher, “You enjoying this?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I… erm…” Adam blushed.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Frank gave his right nut an experimental squeeze and Adam winced slightly, but the twitch in his cock was unmistakable. “You do enjoy this,” Frank said triumphantly, giving Adam’s other nut a rough squeeze. “You wanted me to kick you in the nuts didn’t you.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was more a statement than a question, but nonetheless Adam nodded.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Bit of a freak, aren’t you?” Frank said, squeezing both of Adam’s balls at the same time.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">All Adam could say in response was to grunt in pain, but the response of his cock was clear.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The moment hung for what seemed forever. While Adam was embarrassed, his cock remained rock hard. Without saying a word Frank raised his gloved hand and landed a soft blow to Adam's nuts. The downward movement trapping his balls in the bottom of the sack. Compared to the previous strikes, it was super light, but with his nuts already sore Adam certainly felt it. Again and again, Frank punched Adam’s balls, sometimes switching to rapping them with the hardened carbon-fibre knuckles of his gloves. Each hit landed squarely on its twin targets, and each was a bit harder than the last.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam’s cock remained rock hard, a red bruise starting to show where Frank’s steel toe had caught it earlier. After about 5 min of methodical punching the hits were getting heavy. Adam was starting to feel the pressure in his balls build. If this continued, he was going to blow his load, and be very sore for the next few days. He didn’t try to stop Frank though, and Frank had no sign of letting up.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Without warning Frank stopped hitting Adam’s balls and landed 3 hard punches to his hard cock. Squishing it between the hard knuckle and Adam’s body. Adam’s body tried to fold up but Frank threw a hand out to push his chest back down to the bed and used his legs to pin Adam’s. With his other gloved hand, he grabbed Adam’s sack and started to slowly squeeze.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I've never met a set of balls I couldn’t take down,” Frank said, the cockiness back in his voice. His strong fingers slowly crushing Adam’s balls. It felt like it was a mechanical vice that was slowly but surely crushing his manhood. Adam felt the pressure grow and grow, Frank still pinning him to the bed. Adam’s body bucked and then ribbons of cum shot from Adams dick. They covered his chest, and the gloved hand that Frank was using to hold him down. Frank increased his grip, clearly trying to squeeze every last drop out. Finally satisfied, Frank let up the pressure on Adam’s chest, he stayed lying there for a while though, his head spinning.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” Frank said, slightly smugly, sitting back and watching as Adam started to stir. Then he noticed the cum on his gloves and pulled them off, tossing them onto Adam’s chest. “Go clean those up,” he said, not even needing to make it sound like an order. Frank knew that Adam would do exactly as he said.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After taking another few moments to compose himself Adam got up to go to the bathroom and clean both Frank’s gloves and himself.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh, and Adam,” Frank called after him as he hobbled slowly toward the door. Adam turned slowly and Frank looked him in the eye, “I think I’ve found my training partner for next time we do sentry drills.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adam just nodded. He didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as he turned back and continued shuffling toward the bathroom, but either way there was no doubt that his nuts belonged to Frank now.</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-34700132339873102842020-04-25T18:04:00.001-07:002020-04-25T18:04:27.901-07:00Crime and punishment at the gym<br />
James and Daisy were at their regular late evening gym
session. They preferred coming in the
evenings when it was a bit quieter and less hectic. They were both in their work out gear, but
they were just chatting when the gym manager, Marcus, walked over and greeted
them.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are you Marcus?” Daisy asked, “You look tired”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, I am,” Marcus sighed, running his hand through his
thick, curly, black hair, “Do you two mind locking up for me this evening?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d like to get home a little early and I
doubt we’ll be getting anyone else this late.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<a name='more'></a><br /><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sure, we’d be happy to lock up for you Marcus,” James
replied.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Great, do you still have the spare key I gave you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think so,” Daisy said, “Just let me check my bag.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She jogged off to the locker room and a few minutes later
they heard her call back that she did indeed have it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fantastic!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well,
I’ll be off then, have fun and don’t stay too late.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Do you think he’s alright?” Daisy asked as Marcus waved at
them and walked out of the gym.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think he’s a bit stressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatever it is hopefully it’ll work out in a
few days,” James said reassuringly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They had known Marcus for years, long before he had opened
the gym, and he was a good friend of theirs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When they had heard that he was opening a gym near where they lived of
course they had started going there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Running the place by himself was hard work though and they were happy to
lend a hand on occasions like this.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I hope so,” Daisy said as she wandered over to the
treadmills</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“James, weren’t you saying the other day you would help me
with my technique?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sure thing, dear.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy got up on the treadmill and started jogging while
James watched from the side and pointed out what she was doing well and what
could be improved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a little while
he wandered around to the back of the treadmill.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He frowned a little, “Hmm, your posture isn’t quite right,
but I’m not quite sure how to explain it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, why don’t you show me then?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James shrugged and stepped up onto the treadmill, putting
his feet on the sides so that they were off the moving surface.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Here”, he said and gently took hold of her body and
adjusted her position slightly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A soft ‘oof’ escaped James’ lips as Daisy kicked her leg
slightly higher and caught him in the groin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It wasn’t a very hard kick, but the thin basketball shorts he was
wearing offered very little protection.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy giggled and James smiled wryly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“This was just an excuse to get me up here
wasn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maybe,” Daisy replied coyly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James glanced around quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m not sure we should.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy groaned melodramatically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Come on James, there’s no one else here and
it’s almost closing time anyway, no one else is going to show up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, ok then.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They carried on like that for about half an hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was some real instruction going on, but
every so often Daisy would kick a little higher and James’ balls would bounce
in his shorts.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James glanced at his watch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was very nearly closing time now and he was thinking they should stop
soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just then Daisy kicked a little
harder and he gripped the bars of the treadmill tight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His balls were really feeling the kicks
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They could continue this when they
got home if Daisy wanted to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was just
about to say something when his balls exploded in a tidal wave of pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He glanced down to see that a large
steel-toed work boot had appeared between his legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It stayed there for a moment before dropping
away and out of sight again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew he
should move and warn Daisy, but the pain froze him in place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A couple of seconds later the boot reappeared
again, thundering into his nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
impact was enough this time to actually lift him off his feet and the pain was
so intense a corner of his mind wondered whether his balls would still be there
afterwards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time when the boot
disappeared again his knees gave way and he crumpled to the floor with a crash.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The noise startled Daisy and she turned around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately for her she had the presence of
mind to jump off the treadmill or she would have ended up in a heap on the
floor too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately for James she
landed with both feet right in his groin causing him to moan pathetically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She quickly jumped off him when she realised,
but nonetheless all James could do was curl up in a foetal ball holding his
nuts.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Their assailant laughed uproariously at James’ misfortune,
and Daisy got a good look at him for the first time.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Greg,” Daisy said, putting as much disdain into her voice
as she could, “What are you doing here?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I wanted to talk to Marcus.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, well Marcus isn’t here and I seriously doubt he wanted
to talk to you anyway.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Greg had been trying to get Marcus to sell up for months and
Marcus wasn’t budging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy strongly
suspected that Greg had been planning to come just before closing this evening
to try to intimidate him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greg
admittedly was quite an intimidating man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was a little shorter than James but he was built like the side of a
house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His t-shirt was tight around his
biceps and across his chest and the cargo shorts he was wearing showed off the
powerful muscles in his legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Muscles
that he had just used to drive the heavy, steel-toed work boots he was wearing
into James’ unsuspecting nuts.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Greg just shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Whatever, anyway I always knew you were freaks,” he aimed a kick at
James’ side, “Hey, I thought you liked getting your balls busted?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Leave him alone!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Why don’t you make me,” he said with a predatory grin.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Gladly.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy was absolutely furious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one liked Greg anyway, and no one kicked
James’ balls but her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would never
hurt James this badly either, she knew his limits very well and this was
definitely past them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She kicked off her
sneakers and took up a karate stance.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, so the little girl does karate, does she?” Greg said
mockingly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He raised his fists and
bounced on the balls of his feet in a classic pugilist’s posture.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Without warning Greg shot out a quick right jab, but Daisy
managed to get her arm up and block it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The impact was still quite jarring though, knocking her back a step. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy knew she was going to have to rely on
speed and quick reflexes here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greg
threw a few more short, conservative punches testing her defences, which she
either dodged or blocked and then perhaps getting a bit frustrated he swung his
left arm in a wide sweep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy saw her
chance, ducked under it and hit him hard in the chest with the heel of her hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It winded Greg slightly, but it also clearly
made him angry.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He took a step back and swung his right boot in a roundhouse
kick at her head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She quickly ducked
under it, she knew that if she got hit with one of those boots that would
probably be the end of the fight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
tried it again, but this time he hadn’t quite balanced himself properly and
there wasn’t so much force in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she
ducked again she grabbed his ankle at the top of its arc and pushed toward him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was definitely unbalanced now and couldn’t
do much other than wave his arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With a
nice, open target she shot out her own right foot straight into his balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He grunted in pain and she threw his foot back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He fell to the floor heavily and clutched his
balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How do you like it!” Daisy taunted.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You bitch!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re
going to pay for that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He picked himself up of the floor and the two of them
circled each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was furious now,
but also more cautious and both his feet stayed firmly on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greg threw several conservative punches,
which Daisy dodged, then he launched a kick again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time rather than being aimed high it was
aimed at her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She managed to get out
of the way but she hadn’t been expecting it and was now out of position and off
balance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seizing the opportunity Greg
roared and grabbed hold of her, spinning her round and wrapping her in a
crushing bear hug.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy could barely breathe, but she had one chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Greg had grabbed her, he had trapped her
hands behind her and with effort she managed to move them enough that they
level with his groin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She grabbed his
nuts with both hands and squeezed as hard as she could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greg grunted in her ear and she felt the
strength of his hold weaken slightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
continued squeezing until his grip weakened a bit more then she jumped up and
slammed her head back into his nose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
let her go completely and staggered back, clutching his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As soon as she was free of Greg’s grip she spun around and
drove her foot into his balls as hard as she could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now he brought his hands back down to clutch
his nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She launched her own
roundhouse kick and hit him square in the side of the head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He collapsed to the floor in a heap, not
quite unconscious but definitely severely dazed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She couldn’t risk him getting back up again, and glancing
around quickly she spotted a skipping rope someone had left out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She grabbed it and used it to tie him to one
of the weightlifting machines as best she could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was bolted to the floor so there was no
chance he’d be able to move it, she just hoped her knots were tight enough.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With Greg hopefully immobilised for the moment she could
finally catch her breath and turned back to James, who has now stirring
slightly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Are you ok, honey?” She asked helping him to sit up.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ugh, I think so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are
you ok?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where is he?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I managed
to get him tied up over there.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s my girl,” James said with a pained chuckle, “Who was
it anyway?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Greg.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ugh, that stupid bastard.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But how is
everything, y’know, downstairs?” Daisy asked with a worried frown.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Really sore, I don’t think we’re going to be having any fun
for a while,” James said with a weak smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t care about that, I just care that you’re ok.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me take a little look.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gently pulled down James’ basketball shorts and his
boxers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His balls were swollen and red,
and definitely very tender, but everything seemed to be intact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy grabbed some painkillers from her bag
and they sat there for a few minutes until they heard Greg moan.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Help me up,” James asked, grabbing hold of one of the bars
of the treadmill to haul himself to his feet.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy grabbed his other arm and helped him up.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Are you sure you should be getting up yet?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ll be ok.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want
to see the bastard.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He was still shaky, but he didn’t seem to be in danger of
falling down again, so Daisy helped him over to where she had tied Greg
up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He checked the knots and tightened
them a bit, then sat down on a bench opposite the weightlifting machine.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What are you thinking?” Daisy asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James was eyeing Greg’s boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m thinking I want some revenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think there’s still some rope in my bag
from when we went rock climbing, can you fetch it for me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By the time Daisy got back with the rope James was feeling a
bit better, the painkillers were starting to kick in and that helped a
lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wrapped the rope tight around
Greg’s body, arms and the weightlifting machine, completely pinning him in
place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he pulled off Greg’s boots
and used a couple of shorter lengths of rope to tie his ankles to a couple of
the other machines so that they were spread wide apart and he couldn’t move his
legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James slipped off his trainers and
put on Greg’s boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were a size
too small, but he wasn’t going to be wearing them for long so that was not a
problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, he sat back down on
the bench with Daisy to wait for Greg to wake up properly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The first thing Greg saw when he came back to his senses was
James sitting opposite him wearing his work boots.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey, those are my boots!” Then he realised that he was tied
up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hey, what are you playing at?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think,” James said dryly, “that it’s time you got a taste
of your medicine, that’s what.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Greg noticed the ropes holding his ankles apart and his eyes
widened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His balls were already a little
sore from the fight with Daisy and as James got up off the bench and stood
between his legs all he could do was stare at those boots, his boots, and he
got very nervous.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey, James man, this is all just a misunderstanding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought you liked that stuff, right?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“With Daisy, sure, but you aren’t Daisy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James flexed the toes of Greg’s boots and Greg winced in
anticipation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he drew his leg back
and powered the boot in Greg’s balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
was still in pain himself so the kick was a lot less strong than the ones that
Greg had used on him, but a steel-toed boot meeting your balls is always a
painful prospect and Greg swore loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>James pulled his foot back and kicked again three more times each impact
landing with a meaty thud.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Please man, my nuts can’t take much more of this, I’m not
used to it like you are,” Greg pleaded.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You should have thought of that before you kicked me and
tried to beat up my girlfriend.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James launched another four powerful kicks into Greg’s
balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greg was now moaning pitifully.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James couldn’t help but notice that that the
bulge in Greg’s shorts was swelling more than could be accounted for by just
his bruised balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took a step back
again and regarded Greg for a moment.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What is it, honey?” Daisy asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know I think he’s actually enjoying this,” he fired
another kick into Greg’s swollen nuts, “And he said we’re the freaks.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Another couple of kicks later and Daisy could see the tent
in Greg’s shorts too.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think you’re right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That must be getting in the way though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Here,” she leant down, stuck her hand down Greg’s shorts and grabbed his
dick, pulling it up so it was trapped by the waistband and out of the way of
his nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greg protested, but she didn’t
pay any attention to him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Good thinking.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James powered the steel-toe into Greg’s balls three more
times and it was clear Greg was feeling it more now as he howled in pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His dick didn’t lose any of its hardness
though and actually it was twitching slightly now.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I wonder if you can kick the cum out of him,” Daisy mused,
smiling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was quite enjoying watching
her boyfriend pound this asshole’s nuts with his own boots.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let’s find out.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Another half a dozen kicks later and they found out as
Greg’s dick erupted, coating his chin and chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James fired one more kick into Greg’s busy
balls, but honestly he wasn’t sure if Greg even noticed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He shook his head, his anger mostly spent and
sat back down, taking off Greg’s boots and placing them between his spread legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He and Daisy collected their bags and were
just about to leave when Greg came out of his post-orgasmic haze.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aren’t you
going to untie me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James turned his head and called back, “I know how much
you’ve been bothering Marcus so I think I’ll let him decide what he wants to do
with you in the morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe he’ll
want to have a go too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They left a note for Marcus explaining what had happened and
locked the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy took James’ arm
as they walked down the street back home.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, what did you think about your first time as a
ballbuster?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I kind of enjoyed it actually,” James admitted.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy smiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Maybe
we can do it again some time.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-83228956430086016902020-04-18T12:15:00.000-07:002020-04-18T12:15:01.636-07:00Rating WidgetHi everyone! I love getting feedback on my stories, but I appreciate that not everyone has time to leave a comment so I've now added a rating widget. Comments and ratings help me know what's working and what isn't, so if you could give a story a rating when you get to the end that would be very helpful.<br />
<br />
Thanks!<br />
JakeBBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-35264870396928046662020-03-30T22:43:00.000-07:002020-03-30T22:43:12.156-07:00The Sushi BarI wanted to try something a little different with this story. This one is more boot-focused, though don't worry it still has some ballbusting a little later in the story ;). I also decided to have a go at writing in first person. Anyway, have a read and let me know what you think.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
There’s this little sushi bar I like down near the
docks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The old guy that runs the place,
Mr Kawachi, is a bit of a traditionalist and has a strict rule that no outside
footwear is allowed in the main area, so off the foyer there’s a little area
for people to take off their shoes and a set of cubby holes to put them
in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being where it is a good proportion
of his customers are dock workers and that means there are always a good number
of pairs of boots sitting in the storage area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As you might imagine this is part of the reason I like the place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong, the sushi is very good,
or I wouldn’t go as often as I do, but it helps that the first course is such a
feast!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always take my time taking my
own boots off to savour the view, and if I can have a good sniff of some of the
best pairs while I’m putting mine in their cubby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been going there long enough now that I
recognise the boots of a lot of the other regulars.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<a name='more'></a><br /><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
One night a few months ago I headed there after work as I
often do, and I spotted a pair of boots I didn’t recognise. And what a pair they were. A huge, heavy pair of logger boots, well
creased and a little dusty. Not trashed
by any means, but obviously well used and broken in. I got a closer look at them when I put mine
away, and a good whiff too, size 15 and not overpowering, just the right mix of
leather and a hint of sweat. I could
still feel the warmth rising out of them, so the owner couldn’t have been there
long.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Reluctantly I left those incredibly hot boots behind and
went in, taking a seat at the bar. I
ordered my usual and while I was waiting a guy sat down next to me. I glanced over and saw that there was a drink
there already, probably he was just coming back from the bathroom. He was a really big guy, the stool creaked as
he sat down and even sitting he was a good few inches taller than me. I took a peak down at his feet and they were
equally large with thick work socks. I
was just wondering whether he was my mystery guy with the super-hot boots when
he introduced himself as Jeff.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We got talking and I found out that he was fairly new in
town working in construction. Whenever
he looked away I took the opportunity to get a good eyeful because, wow, he was
hot. Like I said he was a big guy and
almost all of it was muscle, I could see his biceps bulging under his shirt and
his hands looked like he could probably crack a coconut just by squeezing
it. To top it off his face was just
unbearably cute, slightly boyish with short, dirty blonde hair and a well-trimmed
beard.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We stopped chatting when our food came, but part way through
I felt something touch my foot. I looked
down and saw that Jeff had put his foot on mine. I didn’t say anything and went back to eating
my sushi, but then he started gently stroking my foot with that giant stomper
of his. I glanced over at him, but he
was still tucking into his food, apparently not paying any attention to what
his foot was doing so I couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or
not. I tried to do the same and go back
to my food, but the feeling of his big foot gently rubbing against mine in
those thick soft work socks was maddeningly arousing and I couldn’t focus on
anything else. He kept it up for at
least 5 minutes before stopping and moving his foot back to rest on his own
stool. I took a few minutes to collect
myself and take a few bites of sushi and then tentatively I moved my foot over
and started stroking his. At first he
didn’t react, but then I saw a smile start to spread across his face.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was so focussed on Jeff that I totally forgot about my
sushi until Mr Kawachi came over and asked if it was alright. I felt bad for making Mr Kawachi think his
sushi wasn’t up to scratch, and I realised maybe the flirting, or whatever it
is we were doing, was becoming a bit too obvious so reluctantly I pulled my
foot away from Jeff’s and went back to my food.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was quiet again for a bit as we both just focussed on
eating. Jeff finished first and after
sitting there for a bit he turns to me and says, ‘has anyone told you you’re
really hot?’ It caught me completely off
guard, I mean I work out and think I look alright, but this guy looks like a
demigod and he tells me <i>I’m</i> hot? Of course, he also managed to do it just as
I’d put a piece of sushi in my mouth and in my surprise I inhaled some of the
soy sauce. Let me tell you, my lungs do
not agree with having soy sauce in them, so I just start coughing and
spluttering. Jeff looked alarmed like
he’d accidentally killed me or something, and I guess it was his fault, so put
his big hand on my back to try and help.
Mr Kawachi meanwhile I spotted was just glaring at me with an expression
that said something like, ‘are you trying to get the health inspectors called
on me?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Once he was confident I wasn’t dying of soy sauce inhalation
Jeff made a smart-aleck remark about me maybe not being quite so hot when my
face was all red. I still wasn’t quite
up to responding verbally so I just punched him in the arm, but him joking
about it did make me feel a bit better.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eventually the coughing died down, I dried my eyes, and had
some water. I wasn’t really feeling like
eating the last few bits of sushi though, so we just asked Mr Kawachi for the
bill. While we were waiting for him to
add it up and get back to us, Jeff leaned over and asked if I’d come back to
his place so he could make it up to me.
He gave me the cutest puppy-dog smile and that damn foot of his was
back, stroking mine. I don’t know
whether it was because I was so turned on, but whatever the reason rather than
saying ‘yes’ I asked if the big logger boots in the shoe area were his. To his credit, Jeff was only momentarily
phased by the sharp left-turn in the conversation. He grinned and asked if I’d still come back
with him if he said no. I might have
been a little disappointed if he’d said no, but it wouldn’t really have changed
my mind. Evidently some part of my brain
was still determined to be contrarian though, because even as most of me was
screaming ‘yes!’ what came out of my mouth was ‘maybe’. Fortunately, Jeff had a good sense of humour,
or maybe he was just used to have this effect on guys, because he just laughed
and said it was a good thing they were his boots then.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mr Kawachi came back with the bill so we paid and then
wandered out to the foyer area. I
grabbed my boots from their cubby hole, but Jeff paused for a moment by a
different set of shoes before going over and taking the big loggers. I’m sure he did it just to mess with me, but
that was probably fair. I started
putting my boots on, but as you can probably guess I couldn’t help looking up
when I heard Jeff sit down and set his boots on the floor. A lot of guys just shove their feet in their
shoes and don’t bother tying them when they leave, but not Jeff. He put his boots between his feet and took
his time wiggling his toes and adjusting his socks, then he carefully slipped
his feet one at a time into his boots and knocked his heel back with a
thud. I’m sure he knew exactly what he
was doing because I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he methodically adjusted
the laces and tied them tight. When he
finished and started to stand up I realised I’d been so absorbed that I hadn’t
finished tying my own boots, so I had to do that hurriedly while he smiled at
me indulgently.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It seemed like I was taking every possible opportunity to
embarrass myself, because in my hurry to get my boots done up and go I hadn’t
noticed that Jeff had moved to stand right next to me. Quite how I managed that I’m not sure because
he is pretty hard to miss. Anyway,
somehow I did and so when I got up and turned around I walked straight into him. Walking into Jeff was pretty much like
walking into a brick wall and he had to grab my shoulders to stop me bouncing
off and falling over.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So there we were, standing literally toe-to-toe, Jeff
holding my shoulders, and he looks down into my eyes and says, ‘so, you really
like my boots, huh?’. All I could do was
stammer out a yes. Then he looks down at
our feet and says that my boots are nice too and comments on them being small
and cute. I wasn’t quite sure whether to
be flattered or insulted. It was nice
that he liked my boots too, and in fairness they are a lot smaller than his,
but my feet aren’t that small, size 10 is a perfectly acceptable men’s
size. Before I could think of anything
to say in response though he had already turned and started to head for the
door and I had to hurry after him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It wasn’t a long drive back to Jeff’s place, but I was extremely
glad he had his car with him. Usually I
just took the bus but sitting opposite Jeff on the bus all the way back to his
place would have been maddening. I think
I’d been expecting him to have a giant truck or maybe a muscle car, something
like that, so I was slightly surprised when he stopped next to a very ordinary
small car. It wasn’t so small as to be
comical compared with his bulk, just sensible and forgettable.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When we got to Jeff’s apartment I stopped just inside the
door and bent down to take off my boots, but Jeff beckoned me into the living
room and asked if I’d like to help him take his boots off. I’d like to say I didn’t go running, but that
would be a lie. At least Jeff just
smirked a little and didn’t say anything as I pretty much did a rock-and-roll
slide onto my knees at his feet. He held
out his left foot for me, I took it and nestled that huge, heavy boot in my
crotch as I started to untie the laces.
As I carefully loosened the laces Jeff pressed his boot forward into my
crotch. I shuffled back a little when it
tipped past the point of feeling good into being a bit uncomfortable and Jeff
held it there right at that sweet spot.
It’s hard to describe just how good it felt.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When I was done, I lifted his foot up to slip
the boot off and set it to one side. I
gave his foot a little massage and then set it down and settled his right boot
in my crotch, my rock-hard cock straining against my jeans and the sole of his
boot. Too soon I was done untying his
right boot and slipping it off to sit beside his left one. I held onto his foot and massaged it like I
had the other one, but as I was doing so he slipped his left foot between my
legs and started massaging my crotch. It
felt so good I didn’t notice until it was almost too late how close I was to
shooting. I panicked and tried to stop
Jeff, but he kept on massaging my busy balls as I shot my load in my jeans.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was kind of embarrassed, but when I looked up at Jeff, he
was just grinning at me. He sat back on
the sofa and asked if it had been good.
‘Good’ was an understatement, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt
like that and said as much, which just made his grin even broader.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We sat there for a few moments before he pushed himself off
the sofa and beckoned me to switch places with him so he could get my boots off
for me, ‘the least he could do’, as he said.
He knelt down in front of me and just as he’d done for me I planted my
left boot in his crotch and pressed down just like he had. Evidently I couldn’t press hard enough to
bother him though, so I just settled for what was comfortable for me. He started carefully untying the laces and
I’ve got to say, the sight of that big hunk kneeling at my feet, my boot in his
crotch was so hot I started getting hard all over again.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He slipped my boot off and set it the side next to his and
started giving my foot a little massage.
The feeling of those strong fingers working over my foot was absolutely
heavenly and it seemed far too soon when he stopped and put my other foot in
his crotch to untie that boot.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I settled my right boot into his crotch and he started to
untie the laces, but just sort of trailed off and stared into space. I waited a few moments and when he still
hadn’t got back to it, I pulled my foot back and gave his junk a nudge with the
toe of my boot. He didn’t really react,
so I nudged him harder. This time he
smiled a bit, which I hadn’t been expecting, so I asked if he liked it. He nodded so I did it a bit harder, more of a
proper kick this time and asked if he liked that too, which he said he did.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was enjoying it too, more than I would have expected, but
I didn’t want to accidentally take things too far, so I took a step back and
asked how much he could take. He just
stuck his hands under his ass, gave me one of his huge, disarming grins, and
said, ‘let’s find out’.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So, that’s just what we did.
I pulled my boot back and gave him a proper kick in the nuts. Not as hard as I could by any means, but a
proper kick nonetheless and my boots are pretty tough and heavy even if they
are a lot smaller than his. I could see
the toe sink into the bulge in his jeans.
He let out a little ‘oof’ noise and encouraged me to keep going.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I continued kicking him, a little harder each time. Having a big, cute guy on his knees at my
mercy was more of a turn on than I’d realised, and I could feel my cock
straining against my jeans again. Soon
enough I was getting really into it and didn’t need any encouragement from Jeff
at all. Jeff was clearly enjoying it
too. Each time I kicked him his jeans
bunched up a little more until the outline of his junk was unmistakeable
through the denim and made it pretty obvious just how much he was enjoying it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As I continued to ramp up the strength of my kicks I eventually
managed to reach the limits of what Jeff could take, though by that point I was
nearly punting his nuts like I would a soccer ball. It was actually a bit uncomfortable for me to
sustain that intensity for long, so I was quite happy to drop it back down a
little. I did feel a certain triumph at
having proven I could dish out more than he could take if I wanted to though.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We continued like that for a while, and I could tell Jeff
was getting close to shooting his load.
He tried to signal that he wanted to stop, or at least I assumed that
was what he was doing, it wasn’t easy for him to signal anything with his hands
under his ass and he was grunting and groaning too much to say a great
deal. I didn’t feel quite ready to stop
though, especially not when he hadn’t paid attention to me earlier, and I was
really getting into the dominant role so I told him we weren’t stopping until
either I wanted to or I kicked the cum out of those big, heavy nuts of his. That evidently turned him on even more because
it only took a couple more kicks before I saw a big shudder run through him
that told me he’d shot his load. I gave
him one final kick, a little harder, and said now we could stop.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I sat back down on the sofa and both of us took a few
moments to get our breath back. Kicking
Jeff in the nuts had been a surprisingly good workout.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked down again when I felt Jeff’s big hands taking hold
of my foot softly. He locked eyes with
me and paused, so I gave him a nod to continue and he gently took my remaining
boot off and set it by the others. After
that we sat in contented silence for a few minutes, before Jeff stirred and
said we should probably get cleaned up.
I had kind of forgotten about the mess in my jeans until then, but now
that he had reminded me I felt really sticky and gross. He showed me to the guest bathroom and
offered put my dirty clothes in the wash for me if I dropped them outside the
door.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I stepped inside and gratefully stripped out of my gunky
jeans and underwear. I heard Jeff pad
off down the corridor to his bathroom and dropped my things outside the door,
then stepped into the shower. I stayed
in there for quite a while, just letting the warm water cascade over me. Trying to sort through everything in my head,
and convince myself that it had really happened, that Jeff would be there when
I left the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When I finally did step out again, I found that Jeff had
left a pair of shorts and a t-shirt out for me.
They were massively oversized, as you’d expect, but it felt a bit better
than just wandering around in a towel, so I slipped them on and tied the
drawstring tight.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could hear n<span style="font-family: inherit;">oises coming from the kitchen area, and sure
enough when I walked back into the living room Jeff was busy with something. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I just sat
down on the sofa and watched his back as he m</span>oved around the kitchen. Inevitably my wandering foot found our boots
sitting next to the sofa. I ran my foot
over the toe of his boot and then slipped it inside, disappearing into that
cavernous space, feeling the indentations left by his toes as I moved my foot
around.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Finally, Jeff turned around and walked over to the sofa
carrying two teacups, smiling at me. It
was slightly incongruous, this huge guy carrying a couple of rather dainty looking
teacups sitting on saucers. He was
wearing the same style of t-shirt he’d left out for me, but whereas the one I
was wearing hung off me like I was a famine victim, his clung to his massive
pectoral muscles. When he joked about
having been worried I’d dissolved in the shower it tipped me over and I
couldn’t help bursting out laughing as I took the cup he offered me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He sat down next to me and as we drank our tea
he glanced over at my foot in his boot. He
bumped my shoulder with his and commented that I must really like his
boots. I agreed so Jeff suggested that
maybe I could use his boots to bust his nuts next time.</span></span>BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-1082911063042636202019-07-02T11:53:00.000-07:002020-04-11T19:57:29.648-07:00Busting at the Beach (part 3)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTRc21nnjy2aV8Fx6c5JlQt37ojRuQOc1RJ3SX7ARi_62RFOtCPTwzVv9_SSj8I-uQbZ0hEi5sYbhj58kFyIH0xBkPAFrb9Hd6fepVWyTBl4JJ5ve9Fil5uzIIDhh85vZ82v0lSA9iIM/s1600/39726189234_0fab84898f_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTRc21nnjy2aV8Fx6c5JlQt37ojRuQOc1RJ3SX7ARi_62RFOtCPTwzVv9_SSj8I-uQbZ0hEi5sYbhj58kFyIH0xBkPAFrb9Hd6fepVWyTBl4JJ5ve9Fil5uzIIDhh85vZ82v0lSA9iIM/s320/39726189234_0fab84898f_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<b>The Second Challenge</b><br />
<br />
After a rather long wait, here is the conclusion of the Busting at the Beach series. Last time Josh (blue shirt) had lost the first challenge to his brother Ed (black) regarding how much weight Chris' nuts (shirtless and jeans) could take before he threw up. Kyle (shirtless and shorts) meanwhile was enjoying watching both Chris and Josh get their balls busted even though he was also a captive himself.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a><div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">The next morning Ed and Josh emerged from the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed yawned widely and stretch his arms up
above his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Decided you liked wearing my boots after all then, huh?” Josh asked as
Ed clomped down the few wooden steps onto the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed just shrugged, “I’m going to be needing them to bust your nuts soon
enough.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“We’ll see about that,” Josh responded with a smile, joining Ed down on
the sand, “So, how are our guests?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Chris looked up and mumbled, “Fuck you”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Already awake then I see,” then Josh squatted down to get a look at
Chris’ nuts, “Oooh, but these are not looking good”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Indeed they weren’t, they were swollen to almost twice their original
size and had a bluish tinge that was more than just bruising.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“F-fuck you” Chris stuttered out weakly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Meanwhile, Kyle was still asleep, his breathing soft and regular.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed held up a finger to his lips and stepped
carefully between Kyle’s legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He drew
his right leg back slowly and then sent the toe of his right boot crashing into
Kyle’s nuts with a loud thud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kyle
jolted and groaned, but he was still only half awake, so Ed sent another nut
crunching kick into his nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time
Kyle yelled and started squirming, yanking at the ropes holding him down,
trying to ease the pain in his nuts, but to no avail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Now both of you are up, let’s get you some water,” Josh said, turning
and heading back into the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Why do you even care?” Chris groaned, though privately he had to admit
that he really did want some water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Please, we’re not complete savages,” Ed replied, looking mortally
offended.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh came back out with a big jug of cold water and a glass, pouring
some and holding it up to Chris, who gulped it down greedily, followed by
another glass that disappeared just as fast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then he did the same for Kyle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“In any case,” Ed added after both men had drunk their fill, “you can’t
scream as well if your throats are too dry,” his mouth twitching into a grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">The two brothers set about doing a few chores, sweeping sand off the
porch and the like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every so often one
of them would pause to throw a small stone at Chris or Kyle’s nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They didn’t always hit, but it kept the two
college boys awake and stopped them getting complacent, and when they did hit
it elicited a satisfying squeal that brought a smile to the brothers’ faces.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">A little while later Ed propped the broom up against the side of the
house and brushed the dust off his hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You done bro?” he called down to Josh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Yeah”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“In that case, I think it’s time we got on with the second challenge,
don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Let’s get this on, you’re going down this time Ed, pass me some
weights”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Chris groaned as Ed passed Josh two 5 lb weights, a 3 and two 1s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched bro,” Ed chided
mildly, “or perhaps that should be ‘don’t count your eggs before they’re
broken’.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh chuckled and dropped the first 5 lb weight into the bucket hanging
off Chris’ nuts, adding to the 20 lbs already in there from yesterday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuck!” Chris yelled, his muscles tensing as the rope around his nut
sack creaked with the 25 lb weight hanging from it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh picked up the second 5 lb weight, weighing it in his hand a couple
of times, before grinning and letting it fall into the bucket with a load
clang.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“God, my nuts” Chris groaned, looking rather green again, though as he
hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday there probably wasn’t much danger of him
throwing up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Wow, look at that stretch!” Ed commented.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Yeah, haven’t seen nuts pulled that low in a while, at least not while
they’re still attached” Josh replied, adjusting his shorts to accommodate his
growing erection.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Looks like we’re not the only ones enjoying the show either,” Ed nodded
towards Kyle, who was staring hungrily at Chris.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Well, let’s give him a good show then”, Josh laughed, picking up the 3
lb weight and rolling it in his hands before leaning forward and daintily
dropping it into the bucket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Chris closed his eyes and groaned as the bucket bobbed slightly on his
swollen, red sack. </span>Josh picked up one of the 1 lb weights and tossed it in
nonchalantly. Chris groaned again as the
weight clanged into the bucket, but he was still resolutely awake.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh was starting to get slightly concerned now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did enjoy getting booted in the nuts every
so often, especially by Ed, but his balls were still sore and a bit swollen
from yesterday and he knew Ed wouldn’t go easy on them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He picked up the final weight and rolled it
in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Getting nervous, bro?” Ed teased with a grin, “You can’t put it off
forever, and then it’s boot to nuts time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh grumbled and lobbed the final weight in so the force of the impact
would add a little to the weight of the bucket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unfortunately for him though Chris, while looking extremely nauseous and
a little spaced out, was not showing any signs of losing consciousness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Oh, come on!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You throw up instantly
and now you won’t pass out?” Josh yelled in frustration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He kicked the bucket angrily, which did set
it swinging and cause Chris to groan some more, but it hurt his foot much worse
and sent him hopping around the beach holding his foot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed meanwhile was laughing his head off at the
spectacle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Eventually Josh stopped hopping around and sat down on the beach
grumpily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well, get on with it then,
Ed”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Gladly,” Ed said, smiling as he stepped up to Chris with another 3 lb
weight and a 2 lb one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He dropped the 3
lb one in and Chris’ eyes fluttered slightly, causing Josh to groan
loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed held up the 2 lb weight,
looking straight at Josh and dropped it in without taking his eyes off him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t even need to look round at Chris to
tell that the college boy had finally passed out, it was written all over
Josh’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Josh grumbled, putting his head in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“You asked for it, bro”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Yeah, I guess I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ten more
kicks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Not literally though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck you
up, yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Ha ha, laugh it up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of these
days it’ll be you getting your nuts kicked in”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“You always seem to lose the challenges when the stakes are nuts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I should probably stop making challenges when I’m thinking about
kicking nuts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Alright Josh, I want you standing back against that tree trunk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Put your hands around it so I can tie them
behind the tree.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh got up and walked over to the tree, putting his arms behind so Ed
could tie them. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was going to be
rough, but that's what he got for opening his big mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Ed was done tying Josh’s arms he staked Josh’s
legs apart and blindfolded him again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“You know, bro. I guess I'm more horned up busting you than these two
fuckers,” Ed commented.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“And that's supposed to be news to me? You're always more horned up
busting me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I guess it’s just that you're my bro and I feel like I shouldn't be
getting so much of a kick out of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh shrugged as best as one can while tied to a tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I've noticed, and yeah, I guess I'm ok with
it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Yeah but now I have you at my mercy and I can do anything I want to
your nuts, what's to stop me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You put me
into a real bad situation here Josh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh shifted uncomfortably, trying to gauge where his brother was
through the blindfold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Nothing I guess,
except that if you completely trash my nuts then you won't be able to bust me
anymore”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed tied a rope around Josh’s balls and tied 20 lbs of weights to the
other end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh’s eyes bugged out under
the blindfold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuck, bro”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I could do all the stuff to you that we've done over the years to all
those kids, jocks, college boys, ranch hands and surfers,” Ed said casually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh started sweating slightly, thinking about all the balls they had
broken over the years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Except you’ve only got two balls, and I'd run out before I did even
half the stuff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Ha ha, yeah,” Josh tried to joke, but it was rather brittle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“But, I guess I have those two as well, the dumbass and his closet bf.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh’s balls were stretched out, hanging down straight in the middle of
his legs, a few inches from the tree trunk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ed gave them a light flick and Josh flinched, then he walked over to
Chris.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed slapped his cheeks a few times
and Chris began to stir, groaning as he felt the weight hanging from his nuts
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once he was awake Ed grabbed the
bucket and lifted it up to the top of Chris’ abs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Chris’ eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously, realising what was
about to happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“No, no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please God, no.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Count to ten, Josh,” Ed ordered, keeping his eyes fixed on Chris.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh might not be able to see, but they had done enough ball drops
before that he knew what was happening and he started slowly counting to
ten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Josh reached five Ed raised the
weight up higher, pulling Chris up onto his toes by his balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chris was whimpering and begging Ed not to do
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kyle started begging him too, he didn’t
want to lose his hot roommate’s balls, even if he was also turned on by what was
happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh reached seven and Chris yelled out, “Fuck! I’ll do anything you
want: suck your dick, let you fuck me, anything!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh just said eight before Ed told him to pause.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“How about letting Kyle here fuck you?” Ed asked, “and sucking his
dick?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Anything!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll do anything, just
please don’t rip my balls off!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Hear that Kyle?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You big, tough, straight
buddy will do anything to save his nuts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Would you crush his nuts so I don’t crush yours?” Ed asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Kyle shook his head and quietly said, “No”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed gave him a sharp kick between the legs with Josh’s boot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I wasn’t asking you, fuckwit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Well Chris?” he asked, turning back to the other college boy, “His
balls for yours?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Chris looked down at Kyle, who locked eyes with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a long, silent pause, before Chris
eventually turned his head away again and said, “Yes”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed snorted, “So much for friendship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nine, ten.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">He let go of the bucket full of weights and it plummeted downwards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rope cracked loudly as the bucket pulled
it tight and Chris’ ballsack tore as if in slow motion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The bucket hit the sand and Chris’ sack,
still attached to the rope landed on Kyle’s face, who tried to shake it off in
horror.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chris, mercifully perhaps, after
one final scream fell unconscious again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed turned around and slammed the sole of his right boot into Josh’s
nuts, smashing them into the tree trunk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Josh cried out, his voice cracking, feeling sure that his balls must
have left a dent in the tree that time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed was really on a roll now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
knelt down and tied the rope that had been around Chris’ balls to Kyle’s sack,
passing it over the branch so that the bucket of weights was pulling his nuts
up into the air, lifting his ass off the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That done he rammed Josh’s nuts into the tree
again with the sole of his boot and took off his blindfold again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Oh, holy fucking God,” Josh moaned, his nuts dark red and swollen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll pass out bro.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">It was good advice and at this point Josh would really have liked to,
but unfortunately he couldn’t just will himself into unconsciousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed huffed and jumped up, grabbing onto the
bucket and hanging off it with all his weight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For a brief moment he hung there, and one of the stakes holding Kyle’s
ankles even started to come loose, but no ballsack can support that much weight
for long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly it gave way and
Kyle’s sack flew up and over the branch before landing in the ocean with a
small splash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mercifully for Kyle, he
had already succumbed to unconsciousness by this point so he didn’t feel any of
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh however had a perfect view, and
he had to admit it was quite spectacular, even if he was also afraid of what
would happen now that his nuts were the only ones his brother had left to
destroy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">As if reading his thoughts Ed turned around and punted Josh’s balls with
the toe of his own boot, and then did it again, and again, until all that was
keeping him upright was the repeated kicks in the nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh lost count of how many times Ed had
kicked him and when Ed finally stopped he just slid slowly down the tree trunk,
knees bending, his bloated nutsack resting on the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">He must have lapsed into unconsciousness, because when he next looked
up, Chris and Kyle were nowhere to be seen and Ed was walking up the
beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed was still wearing his boots
and the sight of his older brother marching up the beach toward him in his
boots stirred both fear and anticipation in him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed stopped between his legs and the toe of
his boot brushed his balls; he felt his balls try and shrink away from it, but
then Ed stepped around the back of the tree and untied his wrists, before
coming back around and untying his ankles too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Josh tried to move, but only succeeded in toppling over, his arms and
legs numb from the awkward position and still weak from the ball pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed reached down and draped one of Josh’s arms
over his neck, lifting Josh up and taking some of his weight, helping him
hobble back over to the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Man, I thought for sure you were gonna bust my balls for good there for
a minute, bro.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed smiled. “It was tempting, but where am I going to find another perv
like you to play with, oh brother of mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That, and I promised Ma I wouldn’t”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Aww, nice to know she cares”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed settled Josh into the chair on the porch and Josh doubled over as
another wave of nausea from his battered nuts washed over him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Fuck man, you really got me good”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I’ll fetch some ice”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">A little while later they were both sitting on the porch, Josh holding a
large ice pack against his swollen balls and Ed sipping slowly on a beer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I think I’m in the mood for hitchhiker,” Ed mused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Sure thing, bro.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just one thing
though, can I maybe get my boots back at some point?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
This concludes the Busting at the Beach series, but we might see more from the brothers again in the future.BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-39687500816304741452019-05-29T23:10:00.000-07:002019-05-29T23:11:19.391-07:00Motorcycle holiday<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don't worry, I will be finishing the Busting at the beach series eventually, but in the mean time I thought I would post this James and Daisy story.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James and Daisy were on one of their regular holidays on
their motorbikes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They loved taking
their bikes and exploring new places, James on his big blue Kawasaki and Daisy
on her smaller green Suzuki.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had
been camping most of the time, but the campsites had been very busy this summer
so they decided to book themselves into a small hotel for a few days for a
little extra privacy.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<a name='more'></a><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy in particular had been getting frustrated at not being
able to find an out of the way campsite without many people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She thought that James was hot most of the
time, with just a few rare exceptions, but she especially loved seeing him in
his riding gear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His jeans were taught
around his muscular thighs and tucked into his engineer boots and he had undone
his leather jacket exposing the tight white t-shirt underneath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He unlocked the door to the room and walked
in, running a hand through his thick, dirty blonde hair, fluffing it up where
it had been flattened down by his helmet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She closed the door behind them and James shucked off his jacket,
tossing it onto the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy did
likewise, revealing a similarly close-fitting t-shirt underneath, though hers
was pale green, matching her bike.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Finally, we’ve got some privacy,” Daisy said, blowing out a
deep breath.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James chuckled a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Yeah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been a while so I can
guess what you want to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How do you
want me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh James, you have no idea how much I’ve been waiting to
hear you say that,” she stepped up close to him and ran her hand down the
valley between his pecs, “I want you just as you are, so just spread those
legs.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy took a step back again and reached down to take off
her boots, but James caught her hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love those
boots on you, please keep them on.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They were quite tall and dark brown rather than the usual
black the majority of motorcycle boots seemed to be and each had half a dozen
buckles at the side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James was not
ashamed to admit that he was something of a leg man and the boots were the
perfect offset to the tight-fitting jeans she was wearing.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She smiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Of
course, if that’s what you want.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He nodded and stepped back again, planting his feet firmly a
shoulders width apart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy took a step
back herself, her boots squeaking ever so slightly and put her hands on her
hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James felt something starting to
stir downstairs and grinned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew the
boots would hurt more, but if he got to enjoy the view in the mean time it was
worth it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy rolled her eyes slightly, knowing exactly what was
going through James’ mind, and pulled her leg back before powering her foot
into his groin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He made a very slight
grunt, but otherwise gave no outward indication of pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the other thing that Daisy liked
about James’ motorcycle gear, the thickness and padding in his jeans absorbed a
fair amount of the energy of her kicks, which meant she could really go all out
without worrying about doing too much damage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She drove her boot into James’ balls another five times before pausing.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are they doing, honey?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They’re fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fire
away.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With a wicked smile Daisy stepped back and launched a full
force kick into James’s nuts, and then another, and another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a dozen more kicks James was clearly
beginning to feel it, the meaty thud of Daisy’s boot connecting with his groin
being followed by grunts that were definitely starting to sound pained.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She stepped forward and flung her arms around James’ neck,
pulling his head down to meet hers.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I love you so much, James.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I love you too, Daisy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James hugged her back and they kissed passionately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They broke the kiss but remained hugging and
Daisy brought her leg back and slammed her knee into James’ balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She felt James tense and tighten his grip and
she repeated it another three times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
snaked her hand down to James’ crotch and cupped his bulge through the thick
fabric of his jeans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James moaned softly
against her neck.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How are they feeling now?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Definitely starting to feel it a bit now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She powered another knee into his nuts and then stepped back
again, this time to launch into a series of rapid marching kicks, using first
one leg then the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each individual
kick was not as powerful as the previous ones, but there was no time to recover
before the next one hit and after twenty Daisy could see a slight shake in
James’ knees.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They were standing just in front of the bed, and Daisy had
an idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gently pushed him back with
her hand on his chest and he flopped down on the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she lifted her boot and planted it in
his balls, nudging him further up the bed with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once his knees were level with the edge of
the bed she reached down and grabbed his boots around the ankle, pulling back
on them as she pressed her own boot into his balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Initially she had been planning to just pull
his boots off, but James curled his toes back keeping them firmly on his feet
and signalling that he was willing to stretch this out longer. Daisy smiled and increased the pressure,
twisting her foot slightly to grind her boot against James’ balls. She lifted her other foot off the ground so
she was being entirely supported by her boot in James’ groin and her grip on
his ankles. She could hear James groan,
but he kept his toes curled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eventually she felt James relax his feet and she tugged off
his boots, dropping them to the floor with a thud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She took her foot off James’ groin and slipped
off her own boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she placed her
hands on James’ knees and used them to launch herself onto the bed, coming down
with her knee on James’ nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James
yelped loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She ground her knee into
his balls and James moaned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a
couple of minutes she stopped and moved her knee off James’ groin so she was
straddling him instead.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She leant down and whispered in James’ ear, “I needed that so
much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now it’s time for your reward.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Despite the pain in his nuts James couldn’t help grinning.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-76976979106102764172018-09-18T15:48:00.000-07:002018-09-18T15:48:10.463-07:00Busting at the beach (part 2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTRc21nnjy2aV8Fx6c5JlQt37ojRuQOc1RJ3SX7ARi_62RFOtCPTwzVv9_SSj8I-uQbZ0hEi5sYbhj58kFyIH0xBkPAFrb9Hd6fepVWyTBl4JJ5ve9Fil5uzIIDhh85vZ82v0lSA9iIM/s1600/39726189234_0fab84898f_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTRc21nnjy2aV8Fx6c5JlQt37ojRuQOc1RJ3SX7ARi_62RFOtCPTwzVv9_SSj8I-uQbZ0hEi5sYbhj58kFyIH0xBkPAFrb9Hd6fepVWyTBl4JJ5ve9Fil5uzIIDhh85vZ82v0lSA9iIM/s320/39726189234_0fab84898f_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<b>The first challenge</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Last time we left off with brothers Ed (black shirt) and Josh (blue) having just challenged each other on how much weight Chris' (shirtless and jeans) balls could take before he first threw up and then passed out. Kyle (shirtless, shorts) meanwhile is an unwilling but aroused observer.<br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a><div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh nodded his agreement for Ed handle the weights for the first
challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed undid the collars on one
of the dumbbells and took off 3 five-pound weights, along with 1 three-pound
weight and 1 two-pound weight, setting them down next to Chris.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He picked up one of the five-pound weights,
hefting it in his hand, and looking Chris in the eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After his earlier outbursts Chris had mostly
just glared at them silently as Ed and Josh discussed what they were going to
do, well silently apart from the creaking of the ropes accompanied by some
slight grunting noises as he pulled at them to try and get himself free.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The brothers had no concern about him
managing it though, stronger guys than Chris had failed to get out of their
knots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“You ready Chris?,” Ed asked sarcastically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuck you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fucking fags.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed just rolled his eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Some
time you’re going to learn some manners.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He let the weight slip into the bucket where it made a metallic thud
against the bottom through Chris’ shirt and boxers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chris’ eyes bugged out slightly and he
groaned as the weight stretched his nutsack, squeezing his balls to the bottom
of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh had to suppress a chuckle, he had a better view of Kyle, and at
almost exactly the same time as the weight hit the bottom of the bucket Kyle’s
cock had twitched quite strongly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
might not quite understand it, or even want it, but he was definitely getting
really turned on by watching them torment his roommate’s nuts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed picked up a second five-pound weight and dropped it unceremoniously
into the bucket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuck,” Chris groaned, “Oh my fucking nuts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I think you’ll find they’re our nuts now,” Josh interjected.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuck you,” Chris moaned weakly, “You’re just jealous, probably got nuts
like raisins.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Keep dreaming bud,” Ed laughed as he picked up the third five-pound
weight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He toyed with it, rocking it on
the edge of the bucket and making the bucket swing back and forth, eliciting
grunts and groans from Chris.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Just fucking drop it in already,” Chris moaned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed beamed and turned to Josh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“See, torment them enough and they’ll ask for it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that he dropped the weight into the
bucket where it hit the others with a loud clang and Chris let out a yell of
pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was also starting to look rather
green.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“It isn’t looking too good for you Josh, I hope you’re ready to hand
over those boots and take a good kicking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“It’s not over yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come on
Chris, I believe in you!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve got big,
tough nuts, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuck you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck both of you,”
Chris growled through gritted teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“At least Kyle is having fun, right Kyle?” Ed asked as he picked up the
three-pound weight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kyle didn’t say
anything, but did start blushing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
didn’t turn his head away though, he kept staring at those ripe plums bulging
obscenely at the bottom of Chris’ sack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed dropped the three-pound weight into the bucket and Chris’ eyes
crossed slightly as his stomach emitted an ominous rumble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh felt his nuts contract slightly in his
jeans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed picked up the two-pound weight, balanced it on the lip of the bucket
and then let it roll down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It hit the
weights at the bottom, bounced and hit the far side of the bucket, setting it
swaying slightly as the weight settled down into the bottom with the
others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rope creaked with the gentle
swaying of the bucket and for a moment it looked like Chris would keep his
lunch, but then he turned to the side and threw up all over the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“What a wuss!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t even have
to drop the bucket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now take off the
boots bro, and I want you naked for this,” Ed said gloating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fine,” Josh sighed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He untied
his boots, pulling them off and chucking them over to Ed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He aimed for the nuts but Ed wasn’t going to
fall for that one, sidestepping and letting them hit the sand with a thud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh pulled his blue top off over his head
and dropped it on the sand, followed by his socks, his jeans and finally his
boxers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Hands behind your back, I don’t want you interfering,” Ed ordered,
“Kneel with your legs wide.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Yeah, yeah,” Josh said, getting down on his knees and clasping his
hands tightly behind his back, looking up as Ed slipped on his boots and laced
them up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh’s balls were hanging low
and swaying ever so slightly in the afternoon breeze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Feels fucking weird to wear such heavy boots at the beach where I'm
barefoot or flipflops all summer”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Well, now you get to show me why I shouldn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or at least why I shouldn’t make bets with
them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed lifted his right foot and swung it experimentally, the extra weight gave
his foot a lot more potential power, which was part of why Josh liked them of
course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chris and Kyle looked on,
relieved that they weren’t the targets, and in Kyle’s case aroused too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I think Kyle has a thing for you,” Ed said, glancing over at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">"Kyle has a thing for big, beautiful cocks and balls, and mine
certainly are both of those things," Josh quipped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were about the same size as Chris’ were,
before they were swollen and bruised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Well, let's give them a good show. You count each kick, thank me for it
humbly and ask for the next one, yes-sir no-sir, ten hard kicks sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh chuckled, “Yes sir!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed circled Josh slowly, looking for the best position and angle to land
the first kick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There had always been
something special about kicking his little brother’s nuts and he wanted to
enjoy every kick to the full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh stayed
still, letting Ed make his choice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Ready, boy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Yes sir, I’m ready sir”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">The words are barely out of Josh’s mouth before Ed kicked him hard from
the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Boot going straight up between
his thighs and connecting with a satisfying squelch, flattening his nuts
against his pelvic bone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He missed the
touch of skin on skin, but he did appreciate the extra power of the boot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh went sprawling forward onto the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">"Oh Fuck! One. Fuck. Thank you, sir." he said, slightly
muffled by the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed waited until Josh picked himself up and got back into a kneeling
position and then started circling again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He picked up Josh’s shirt and wrapped it around Josh’s eyes as a
makeshift blindfold, so he couldn’t see where the next one would come from.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“You’re boning bro,” Ed teased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">"Yeah, and you're going easy, I know you can kick harder than that,
sir" Josh said, adding a small amount of sarcasm to the ‘sir’ this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh felt Ed stop in front of him a few feet away, and as he knew it
would be, the second kick was harder, landing with a brutal thud and sending
him toppling over backwards.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! Two. Thank you, sir"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Josh just about resisted the desire to cradle his aching balls and forced
himself back upright onto his knees, but the third kick followed before he was
finished straightening up properly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Oooooh Fuck! Wasn't ready
for that one, Fuck! Three. Thank you, sir," Josh gasped out, doubled over
at the waist and breathing hard.<span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“That was the three kneeling ones, bro. Now for a change of position.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"You want me standing now, sir?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“On all fours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not there, over
Kyle, your balls level with his and Chris’ nuts stretched in front of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Josh didn’t even try to hide his smirk as he got onto all fours and
crawled over to where Kyle was staked out, looking down directly into his
eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He s</span>tared back, fascinated, horny
and very confused, clearly thinking that Josh was completely crazy, or at least
even more so than he already did.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed stepped up behind Josh, treading heavily on Kyle’s nuts and then
swinging through with his other foot, connecting with Josh’s balls as they hang
there like a dog’s between his legs, sending him sprawling forward so that his
head collided straight on with Chris nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It created an almost musical threefold chorus of yells, first Kyle, then
Josh and finally Chris.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh rolled over off Kyle and looked up at Ed, smiling broadly despite
the pain in his nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Well done
sir. I don't suppose that counts as 4, 5 and 6?"<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Uh, uh,” Ed said, wagging his finger, “that’s just 4.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he stomped hard on Josh’s nuts twice
with the patterned sole of his own boot.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Fuuuuck! Oh fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck” Josh yelled, grabbing his nuts
and rolling around.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“That is 5 and 6, bro!”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“T-thank you, sir,” Josh said, stammering slightly this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His balls were definitely getting a bit red
and swollen now.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I could stop if you forfeit some privileges for the rest of the
summer,” Ed said coyly.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Such as?” Josh asked, squinting up at Ed.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I get to pick all the victims and get to decide what happens to them.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">"Oh, hell no, I'm not letting you have all the fun. I can take 4
more. Sir."<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“That’s my boy,” Ed said, smiling at his younger brother, “stand up for
the last 4.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh grabbed hold of Chris and used him to lever himself upright, his
dick standing at attention, giving a clear path to his red balls.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Why don’t you steady yourself by wrapping your arms around Chris?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sure he won’t mind if I get both your nuts
with one kick”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Don’t fucking touch me you fucking sicko”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Well maybe he does mind, but it’s not like he has a choice, right
Chris?” Ed asked, sending the toe of Josh’s boot swinging up into his trapped
nuts and making Chris moan pitifully.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh chuckled and stood behind Chris, wrapping him in a bear hug.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a little shorter than the college boy
so normally his nuts would be a little lower, but with the weights pulling
Chris' down they were actually at pretty much the same height.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed took half a dozen steps back and started running forward like a long
or high jumper, his left foot swung up between Josh’s legs, but deep so he caught
Chris' with the boot and Josh’s with his shin bone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh and Chris cried out in unison.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“S-seven. Oh fuck. Thank you, sir."<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh kept a death grip on Chris that stopped him falling over, though it
also made it a little hard for Chris to breathe.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed walked around to the front of Chris and steadied himself before
running into them again, stepping hard on Kyle’s cock and balls and bringing up
his right knee, ramming it into both sets of balls twice in quick
succession.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh and Chris yelled at the
top of their voices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a slight
hitch between knees, but otherwise it was just one continuous sound.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Eight,” Josh said, a good octave higher than normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He coughed and then added in a more normal
voice, “and nine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you, sir”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“Last one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want you standing
upright, hips pushed out so your balls are forward of your body. Hold your cock
out of the way.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh cautiously let go of Chris and staggered slightly as he moved away
from him. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did as Ed asked, thrusting his
hips out and holding his cock with one hand while clasping the other behind his
back.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed stepped to one side as if he were going to circle again, but instead
he lashed out with a sweeping martial arts style kick from the side, hitting Josh’s
balls with the upper part of the boot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh’s
eyes widened, and he crashed to the sand, his mouth open as if to scream, but
no sound came out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ed leant over him,
looking both slightly concerned and pleased with himself.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“You ok, bro?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Josh’s mouth worked uselessly for a while before he managed to stammer
out, “T-ten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you, sir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holy fuck that was a good kick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think I’m gonna stay sitting down for a
while.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Ed glanced up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I think it’s
about time to call it a day anyway.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">The Sun was starting to dip toward the trees, throwing long shadows
across the beach. <o:p></o:p></span>Ed reached down and took Josh’s arm, hauling him to his feet and helping
him hobble into the house.<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Hey, you can’t just leave me like this!” Chris yelled out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Can’t we?” Ed asked
sarcastically, before turning and closing the door of the house.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stay tuned for the next installment with the second challenge - how long will Chris' balls last?<br /><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span>
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<br />BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-76385002240316640042018-09-02T12:59:00.000-07:002018-09-03T11:13:15.387-07:00Busting at the beach (part 1)This story was inspired by this photo<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eZ5OECh0NOeB61v6gkoowu4PxJxSYLSOpvdV6P6m02xUJBsFv8as_Uilp-9dP9Ls8IVKbMFoI7pfWsBXY6zdPBMe0kQj0b7EM58fw9ydEdCc5Y4omCmAm-fLKIOnUdH8lMb-WjccO9I/s1600/39726189234_0fab84898f_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eZ5OECh0NOeB61v6gkoowu4PxJxSYLSOpvdV6P6m02xUJBsFv8as_Uilp-9dP9Ls8IVKbMFoI7pfWsBXY6zdPBMe0kQj0b7EM58fw9ydEdCc5Y4omCmAm-fLKIOnUdH8lMb-WjccO9I/s320/39726189234_0fab84898f_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Just looking at it, the way the two guys in front look slightly apprehensive while the guys behind are smiling (in a very predatory way for the guy in blue), this was a busting story waiting to be told. And just to top it off the guy in blue is wearing boots. 😉<br />
<br />
I started chatting with a friend online about it and the story evolved naturally from there, with me playing the guy in blue, him playing the guy in black and both of us narrating the other two.<br />
<br />
From left to right I've named them, Ed, Kyle, Josh and Chris.<br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a><br /><br />
It had been a rather slow summer and Ed and Josh were sitting in one of the local bars, drinking and seeing if they could spot any likely guys.<br /><br />
“I think maybe we’ve finally found some fun,” Ed said nodding over at one of the other tables in the bar.<br /><br />Josh looked up from his beer and over at where Ed was indicating and grinned widely. “Oh yeah, I love it when the college guys come here on vacation.”<br /><br />Ed and Josh got up and sauntered over to the table where Chris and Kyle were sitting.<br />“Mind if we join you?” Ed asked.<br /><br />“Sure,” Chris said easily, though Kyle looked a little less thrilled.<br /><br />They chatted for a while and established that Chris and Kyle were indeed college guys in town for a vacation, and it was just the two of them. They didn’t have any particular plans other than beach, Sun and picking up girls.<br /><br />“So, where are you guys staying?” Josh asked.<br /><br />“We actually still need to sort that out,” Kyle answered, giving Chris a hard stare.<br /><br />Chris shifted uncomfortably. “Um, yeah. Our AirBnB fell through.”<br /><br />“Why don’t you stay with us?” Ed declared.<br /><br />“Are you sure?” Josh asked, feigning reticence.<br /><br />“Why not,” Ed shrugged, “We have some extra space. Maybe we should think about doing AirBnB sometime.”<br /><br />“Sure, if you’re offering.”<br /><br />Kyle frowned so Chris added, “You said yourself we need somewhere to stay, it’s that or we sleep on the beach.”<br /><br />30 minutes later the four of them are strolling down the beach.<br /><br />“How much further is it?” Kyle calls back.<br /><br />“It’s a ways further down, it’s right at the far end in its own little secluded cove. You’ll love it, no one just strolling through to interrupt. Perfect for romance if you catch my drift”<br /><br />Chris does indeed and grins broadly, “Sounds perfect.”<br /><br />Ed bumps Josh with his shoulder and whispers, “Dude, you might want to tone down the smirk a little, you look like a shark”<br /><br />The instant effect is just to make Josh smirk even more, though he does manage to rein it in a little afterwards.<br /><br />Finally, another 15 minutes later they round a small headland and the beach house comes into view. It isn’t exactly the Ritz, there’s quite a collection of junk strewn around in front and the paint is peeling off in places, but it its own way it is kind of quaint, as a realtor would say, ‘it has rustic charm’. At any rate, it looked solid and easily big enough for four guys for a week.<br /><br />“Here we are,” Ed announced, “make yourselves at home.”<br /><br />Chris didn’t need to be told twice, he slung his bag on the porch, kicked off his shoes, stripped off his jeans and boxers and ran, whooping, straight into sea giving Ed, Josh and Kyle a good view of his ample tackle. In his defence it was quite a hot day and he’d worked up a good sweat on the walk to the house, and with the secluded spot he knew it was just the guys. Nonetheless, Ed and Josh had to laugh at his complete lack of inhibition. Even Kyle cracked a bit of smile.<br /><br />“The water’s great! You guys ought to come in too!” Chris yelled from the water.<br /><br />Kyle rolled his eyes slightly, but he toed off his sneakers and socks and jogged down to the water too. He was a little more modest than Chris though and kept his board shorts on.<br />“Want to join them Josh, or just get some beers and watch?”<br /><br />Josh climbed up onto the porch and settled himself in one of the chairs, kicking his boots up on the railing and crossing his ankles with his hands behind his head. “You go ahead if you want, but I think I’ll stay here. When they get back all tired we can have our fun.”<br />“What you got in mind?”<br /><br />“It’s been too long since these boots have had some balls to bust,” he said, flexing the toes of his boots for emphasis.<br /><br />Ed chuckled, “Yeah, it has been a while. You want to do them both together or one a time? We could bust one and make the other watch, freak him out a bit.”<br /><br />“Yeah, do Chris first, Kyle would be going out of his mind.”<br /><br />Ed nodded, “He’s been a little uneasy already. I’ll prepare our special beers for them.”<br /><br />He wandered into the house and a short time later came back with a cooler of beers that looked sealed, but had actually been tampered with, along with some clean ones for himself and Josh. He passed one of the clean beers to Josh and opened his own, taking a good draft before setting it down on the rail. While inside he also changed out of his jeans and t-shirt and into a pair of board-shorts.<br /><br />“I’m gonna go join them for a bit, you sure you’re not?”<br /><br />“Nope, I’m happy up here with my beer”<br /><br />Ed shrugged, “Your loss.” He jogged down into the water and started horsing around with the others, Chris especially, who he tried to sack-tap repeatedly, because come on, with his junk hanging out like that Chris was just asking for it.<br /><br />Kyle glanced back up at the porch where Josh was stretched out and he tilted his beer toward him, questioningly. The thought of cold beer was pretty enticing at this point, so Chris, Ed and Kyle clambered out of the water and walked back up the beach. Chris was still completely naked, and had a board short tan, white skin from his thighs to his waist, which just emphasized the size of his junk. He flopped down on the sand next to the cooler, getting his legs, ass, cock and balls covered in sand, and took a beer. Ed took the other chair while Kyle perched on a rock.<br /><br />As they drank, or in Kyle’s case sipped, their beers Josh couldn’t help noticing the way Kyle kept glancing over at Chris and wonder if there’s another reason he seemed a little embarrassed. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Ed who followed his gaze and then smiled broadly, making a suggestive finger motion. Chris most likely had no idea that his roomie had a secret crush on him.<br /><br />As they chat it becomes very clear that Chris liked to think of himself as one of the big guys on campus, in every sense of the word, that all the guys envy and all the girls want to fuck. Kyle on the other hand was quiet and shy and mostly just listened to Chris’ boasting, though Chris comments a couple of times that if Kyle just got over his shyness he’d be swimming in girls too, which made Kyle’s ears burn bright red.<br /><br />Chris finished his first beer a little while ago and had started on a second. He stretched out, settling himself in the sand and yawned widely. “Long day, mind if I have a nap?” he asked as he laid back and closed his eyes.<br /><br />“Knock yourself out,” Josh said with a chuckle, watching Chris fall asleep and wondering how to get Kyle to drink his beer rather than nursing it.<br /><br />Kyle shifted slightly nervously now that it’s just him without the larger than life Chris backing him up.<br /><br />"So, Kyle, you ever sucked that big fat dick of Chris' while he was asleep?" Ed asked, taking the initiative.<br /><br />Kyle’s eyes went wide, and he spluttered trying to come up with a response.<br /><br />"Bet you'd l like to go down on him now?" Ed continued, chuckling at Kyle’s discomfort.<br />Kyle shook his head and took a huge swig from his beer, downing half the bottle in one go, trying to hide the red creeping into his cheeks.<br /><br />Maybe he just had a faster metabolism, but it seemed like barely a couple of minutes later he was starting to look a bit drowsy.<br /><br />“Grab him,” Ed hissed.<br /><br />Josh obliged and grabbed Kyle from behind his rock in a big bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides. He struggled and yelled, trying to wake Chris up but his roommate was snoring and completely out for the count. For a minute Ed was content to just watch Kyle struggling, but then he managed to catch Josh in the nuts with his foot and almost break free, so he walked over and kneed Kyle hard in the nuts himself, which quickly quieted him down and allowed Josh to man-handle him over to one of the chairs, so Ed could tie him up.<br />Ed stripped Kyle of his board shorts, revealing that his cock was rock hard and vertical, exposing a nice tight pair of nuts. He was getting drowsier, but he hadn’t had enough to actually knock him out, he was evidently turned on by what was happening though, despite also being scared.<br /><br />Breathing slightly heavily Josh sat down on the rock Kyle had been occupying. “What do you want to do first?”<br /><br />Ed glanced over at Chris. “I got an idea. Look at Chris' white skin, cock and balls. Let's stake him out in the sun and get some colour on him."<br /><br />"And you call me evil, sunburn on the balls?” Josh chuckled, “kicks would be merciful after that."<br /><br />"Just a bit of a blush on his cock and nuts,” Ed said as he fetched some suntan oil and pours it onto Chris’ junk to speed up the process, “We can get acquainted with Kyle while we wait.”<br /><br />Kyle paled and looked absolutely petrified, but nonetheless still boning hard.<br /><br />“Let’s get him a better view of his roomie,” Ed suggested after they finish staking out Chris. The two of them lifted up the chair and deposited him near Chris’ head, so he had a good view of his bud’s junk as it slowly cooked in the sun.<br /><br />Not long afterwards Chris started coming around and realised his predicament. “What the fuck is going on!” he yelled, straining against the ropes.<br /><br />Josh wandered round to stand at Chris’ feet. “You’re dead meat you two! Just wait ‘til I get out of this. And what the fuck have you done with Kyle!”<br /><br />“I’m here,” Kyle said quietly, and Chris strained his neck round to look at him.<br />"Yep, Kyle's just here, ain't you Kyle? And he's kind of real pleased to see you," Ed said, patting Kyle on the shoulder.<br /><br />“What the fuck Kyle?” Chris questioned, then he glared at Josh and Ed again, “What the fuck have you done to him you fucking faggots?”<br /><br />"I think you'll find the real faggot here is your roomie," Ed said calmly.<br /><br />"Even so, it's not a very nice thing to say, is it?" Josh asked Ed from down by Chris’ feet.<br />"No, it ain't, Chris. I think you need to apologise."<br /><br />“Fuck you!” Chris yelled, and just for good measure adds, “Faggots”<br /><br />"Big mistake," Ed said, shaking his head at the same time the toe of Josh’s boot collided with Chris’ balls, making them bounce around and Chris cry out in pain.<br /><br />"Don't go wrecking him too fast with those boots of yours, Josh, we gotta make those balls last all week "<br /><br />"Yeah, yeah, don't worry," Josh said, waving him off and giving Chris another solid kick in the nuts.<br /><br />"You and your boot fetish," Ed laughs.<br /><br />"Hey, we've all got our kinks"<br /><br />Ed shrugged, "I just like to feel a guy's nuts under my feet." He emphasised the point by standing in front of Kyle and kicking his balls with his bare foot, causing Kyle to yelp.<br /><br />"Don't tell me you don't like seeing a guy’s nuts bouncing off my boots"<br /><br />Ed put his foot up on the chair, working his toes into Kyle’s balls, pressing and then stomping and eliciting such a range of noises that it’s almost like having a whole zoo.<br /><br />"Oh, I do bro. I’ll always remember that marine with the real big low hangers you could kick like you were doing soccer practice."<br /><br />"Oh yeah, that was great. It was a shame when they popped," Josh said, smiling at the reminiscence.<br /><br />"One flew clean off and the other one popped," Ed corrected.<br /><br />“Get the fuck off him or I’ll fucking kill you!” Chris yelled.<br /><br />Ed sighed, “We’re forgetting dickhead here.”<br /><br />“Never did find that other one,” Josh commented, before looking down at Chris and gesturing to him. “See a guy like this really needs boots to train him,” punctuating the point by giving Chris another solid boot in the nuts.<br /><br />“I think we know where it went, you know that the fire ants drag anything edible back to their nest. Speaking of which, shall I bring a few over?”<br /><br />Josh laughed menacingly, “Yeah, that’ll teach him.”<br /><br />Ed grabbed a long stick and took it over to the fire ant nest a short distance away in a group of trees and came back with it covered in angry red warrior ants trying to sting it to death. Then he delicately brushed it against Chris’ cock, transferring the ants to a much more sensitive target. For a moment he was just writhing about because their feet were tickling him, then they start stinging and he started screaming.<br /><br />“Got a good pair of lungs on him,” Ed commented, “and look at Kyle, he’s starting to leak, I think he’s getting off on this as much as we are. Bet he wants that cock so bad, he must fucking hate it.”<br /><br />"I don't think anyone will be getting much of it after we're done. Hey Chris, you want me to crush those ants?" Josh taunted.<br /><br />Chris was still yelling in pain but managed to add in a string of epithets aimed at Ed and Josh.<br /><br />“I got a better idea - remember how we used to burn ants with a glass lens when we were kids?” Ed suggests.<br /><br />"They're moving around so much I'll bet we miss a lot"<br /><br />“All the more fun,” Ed said, tossing Josh a lens and keeping one for himself.<br /><br />Ed and Josh crouched down and held the lenses above Chris’ nuts, aiming the beam at the ants, but inevitably getting his nuts a fair amount too. It took a good long while and quite a few pinprick burns before his cock was cleared of ants. A lot of the hair was quite singed, and the skin is turning pink from the sun exposure too.<br /><br />“Looks pretty cooked to me,” Ed commented, “Let’s cool him down a bit.”<br /><br />He wandered over and picks up the cooler, dumping the water and ice cubes onto Chris’ junk, causing him to yelp from the sudden cold and the ice cubes hitting his tender balls. Meanwhile Josh was tapping his boot on the sand subconsciously.<br /><br />“I can see you're itching to use your boots again. Kyle or Chris? Toss you for it?”<br /><br />"I think Kyle's in need of some boot love to relieve him of the pent up cum in his balls"<br /><br />“I’ll attend to Chris then,” Ed said, giving Kyle’s chair a shove so it fell over with him on his back, his arms and legs still tied.<br /><br />The seats on the chairs were loose and without Kyle’s weight holding it in place it was an easy task for Josh to slide it out and toss the seat aside, so he had access to Kyle’s nuts from all directions. He grinned down at Kyle as he swung his boot back and let it collide with Kyle’s balls. Not especially hard, but enough for Kyle to be well aware that his balls had just been hit by a boot and making him yelp slightly.<br /><br />Meanwhile Ed tied a rope around the base of Chris’ cock and balls, then untied his arms and re-tied them behind his back, and finally untied his legs. He thrashed around and tried to get free, but Ed had done this dozens of times before and once he was done he pulled Chris onto his feet by his nuts before breaking into a run to the water and back and around Josh and Kyle. Josh stopped for a moment, watching Ed’s antics with a smile, ignoring Kyle’s quiet pleas to let them go. When he turned back he saw that Kyle was also watching, and by the looks of his cock, liked what he saw.<br /><br />Getting slightly tired of running around Ed tied a rope to Chris’ wrists, throwing it over a high tree branch and hauling him up onto his toes. Chris tried to kick at Ed, but he was too off balance to be any real threat and Ed just stood back and watched him wear himself out, chuckling to himself.<br /><br />Thinking this looked like it might get fun and seeing that Kyle had been getting turned on by seeing Chris being busted, Josh tipped Kyle’s chair back up and positioned it so he had a good view of Chris. With the seat missing his nuts hung down through the chair for easy access. Standing behind him Josh give him a good, sharp kick. Then as Kyle watched Ed and Chris, Josh leaned down to whisper in Kyle’s ear, “So, the quiet guy has a kinky side. You know, I used to be the quiet guy once.”<br /><br />Chris’ nuts were red and swollen from the kicks, sun and ants. They were almost one and half times their original size, real eggs now.<br /><br />“Please, just let Chris go, you can do whatever you want with me,” Kyle pleaded, whimpering slightly.<br /><br />“Now that is nice, a true bromance,” Ed said.<br /><br />Ed and Josh had no intention of letting either of them go, but Josh was more than happy to oblige in inflicting pain on Kyle and gave his nuts another strong kick, making his balls bounce off the toe of his boot and hit the rim of the chair for a second impact, and causing Kyle to cry out twice.<br /><br />Although weakening Chris was still struggling so Ed decided to stake his legs apart, lowering the rope around his wrists slightly so he could pull the frat boy’s legs wide apart. He tied another short length of rope around Chris’ nuts and looked for something to hang off the end. There was an old bucket up on the porch, so Josh reached up and then tossed it over to Ed.<br /><br />“Thanks, bro,” Ed caught the bucket and tied it to Chris’ nuts, hanging down between his knees. “Now, what shall we fill it with?”<br /><br />“There’s plenty of stones around, and we are on a beach, there's as much sand as you could want once you get the holes plugged." Josh wandered over and grabbed Chris’ discarded underwear and t-shirt, tossing those over to Ed as well to plug the holes in the old bucket.<br />“You want to play toss the rock in the bucket? First one to get all his stones in is the winner?”<br /><br />Josh chuckled, “Sure.” He sauntered over and started gathering a few stones.<br /><br />Ed glanced back at Kyle. “I think he’s getting off easy though, we ought to get him tied in a much less comfortable position.”<br /><br />“How about we have Kyle on the ground, looking up at Chris’ nuts. I know we have another pan around here we could rest on his nuts. That way we could chuck rocks into both, Kyle’s nuts get crushed, while Chris’ get stretched.”<br /><br />“That sounds great, I’ll get Kyle on the ground, you fetch the pan”<br /><br />A short while later they have Kyle staked out on the ground, head toward Chris so he can look up and see Chris’ junk being pulled down by the bucket. Ed weighs a stone in his hand thoughtfully.<br /><br />“A bucket of stones would weigh what, about 30 to 40 lbs, Josh?”<br /><br />“Yeah, something like that”<br /><br />“Hmm, you remember that hot hitchhiker we picked up a few months back?”<br /><br />“Might have to refresh my memory.”<br /><br />“Desperate for a ride, he was butt naked on the highway.”<br /><br />“Oh yeah, I remember, something about his buddies stealing his clothes.”<br /><br />“Big nuts on him, and I got him tied like Chris here to a tree and we had that old cooler with the handles on it tied to his nuts with about 30 lbs in it, and I bet you that if I raised it high enough and dropped it, I'd rip his nuts clean off after 10 drops.”<br /><br />Josh grinned broadly, “Yeah, you lost that one though, it took 12.”<br /><br />“Yeah, you got me that time. Never let me forget, tensile strength of skin times mass equals fucking geek!” Ed ribbed, bumping his shoulder into Josh, “How much weight do you reckon to get Chris to puke of pass out?”<br /><br />Josh thought for a moment. “25 to puke, 35 to pass out.”<br /><br />“What’s the bet?”<br /><br />“You win, I'll let you kick me in the nuts with my own boots,” Josh replied without hesitation.<br /><br />“Kick you bro, nah, that's not risky enough.... How about you have to put your nuts into Kyle's mouth and keep them there for 2 mins?”<br /><br />“Kyle, really?” Josh scoffed, “He'll probably just suck 'em. 10 kicks, for each bet.”<br /><br />Ed sighed, “It's got to be boots, ain't it? You’ve been itching to have some dude kick you with boots on all summer. Ok, fine, and what do you want from me if I lose?”<br /><br />“What do you want to offer?”<br /><br />Ed considered for a moment, then shrugged, “Let’s just say the same, 10 kicks for each. Now let me see how tough I think this guy is.”<br /><br />Josh chuckled, “Sure, go ahead.”<br /><br />Ed walked over and grabbed Chris’ nuts, squeezing them hard and making Chris yelp. “20 for puke, 40 to make him pass out,” Ed announced.<br /><br />“Lower and higher, hedging your bets are you?” Josh joked.<br /><br />Ed just shrugged again. “Anyway, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly, don’t want any arguments.” He went into the house and came back out with a couple of adjustable dumbbells with old-style collars and cast iron plates.<br /><br />“I went low, so I get to test him on the first challenge”<br />
<br />
To be continued...<br />BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-57592479256299030512018-08-21T08:17:00.001-07:002018-09-06T11:51:51.751-07:00New shoes<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<o:OfficeDocumentSettings>
<o:AllowPNG/>
</o:OfficeDocumentSettings>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:WordDocument>
<w:View>Normal</w:View>
<w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>
<w:TrackMoves/>
<w:TrackFormatting/>
<w:PunctuationKerning/>
<w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/>
<w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>
<w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent>
<w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>
<w:DoNotPromoteQF/>
<w:LidThemeOther>EN-GB</w:LidThemeOther>
<w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian>
<w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript>
<w:Compatibility>
<w:BreakWrappedTables/>
<w:SnapToGridInCell/>
<w:WrapTextWithPunct/>
<w:UseAsianBreakRules/>
<w:DontGrowAutofit/>
<w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/>
<w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/>
<w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/>
<w:OverrideTableStyleHps/>
</w:Compatibility>
<m:mathPr>
<m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/>
<m:brkBin m:val="before"/>
<m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/>
<m:smallFrac m:val="off"/>
<m:dispDef/>
<m:lMargin m:val="0"/>
<m:rMargin m:val="0"/>
<m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/>
<m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/>
<m:intLim m:val="subSup"/>
<m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/>
</m:mathPr></w:WordDocument>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="false"
DefSemiHidden="false" DefQFormat="false" DefPriority="99"
LatentStyleCount="375">
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="0" QFormat="true" Name="Normal"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="heading 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="toc 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Normal Indent"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="footnote text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="annotation text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="header"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="footer"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="index heading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="35" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="caption"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="table of figures"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="envelope address"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="envelope return"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="footnote reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="annotation reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="line number"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="page number"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="endnote reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="endnote text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="table of authorities"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="macro"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="toa heading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Bullet"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Number"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Bullet 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Bullet 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Bullet 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Bullet 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Number 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Number 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Number 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Number 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="10" QFormat="true" Name="Title"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Closing"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Signature"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="Default Paragraph Font"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text Indent"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Continue"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Continue 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Continue 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Continue 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="List Continue 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Message Header"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="11" QFormat="true" Name="Subtitle"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Salutation"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Date"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text First Indent"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text First Indent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Note Heading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text Indent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Body Text Indent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Block Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Hyperlink"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="FollowedHyperlink"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="22" QFormat="true" Name="Strong"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="20" QFormat="true" Name="Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Document Map"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Plain Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="E-mail Signature"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Top of Form"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Bottom of Form"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Normal (Web)"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Acronym"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Address"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Cite"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Code"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Definition"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Keyboard"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Preformatted"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Sample"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Typewriter"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="HTML Variable"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Normal Table"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="annotation subject"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="No List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Outline List 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Outline List 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Outline List 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Simple 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Simple 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Simple 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Classic 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Classic 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Classic 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Classic 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Colorful 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Colorful 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Colorful 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Columns 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Columns 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Columns 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Columns 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Columns 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Grid 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table List 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table 3D effects 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table 3D effects 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table 3D effects 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Contemporary"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Elegant"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Professional"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Subtle 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Subtle 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Web 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Web 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Web 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Balloon Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="Table Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Table Theme"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" Name="Placeholder Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" QFormat="true" Name="No Spacing"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" Name="Revision"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="34" QFormat="true"
Name="List Paragraph"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="29" QFormat="true" Name="Quote"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="30" QFormat="true"
Name="Intense Quote"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" Name="Light Shading Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" Name="Light List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" Name="Light Grid Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" Name="Dark List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" Name="Colorful List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="19" QFormat="true"
Name="Subtle Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="21" QFormat="true"
Name="Intense Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="31" QFormat="true"
Name="Subtle Reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="32" QFormat="true"
Name="Intense Reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="33" QFormat="true" Name="Book Title"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="37" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" Name="Bibliography"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" SemiHidden="true"
UnhideWhenUsed="true" QFormat="true" Name="TOC Heading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="41" Name="Plain Table 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="42" Name="Plain Table 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="43" Name="Plain Table 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="44" Name="Plain Table 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="45" Name="Plain Table 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="40" Name="Grid Table Light"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46" Name="Grid Table 1 Light"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51" Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52" Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="Grid Table 1 Light Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="Grid Table 1 Light Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="Grid Table 1 Light Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="Grid Table 1 Light Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="Grid Table 1 Light Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="Grid Table 1 Light Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="Grid Table 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="Grid Table 3 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="Grid Table 4 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="Grid Table 5 Dark Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="Grid Table 6 Colorful Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="Grid Table 7 Colorful Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46" Name="List Table 1 Light"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51" Name="List Table 6 Colorful"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52" Name="List Table 7 Colorful"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="List Table 1 Light Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="List Table 6 Colorful Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="List Table 7 Colorful Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="List Table 1 Light Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="List Table 6 Colorful Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="List Table 7 Colorful Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="List Table 1 Light Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="List Table 6 Colorful Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="List Table 7 Colorful Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="List Table 1 Light Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="List Table 6 Colorful Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="List Table 7 Colorful Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="List Table 1 Light Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="List Table 6 Colorful Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="List Table 7 Colorful Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="46"
Name="List Table 1 Light Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="47" Name="List Table 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="48" Name="List Table 3 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="49" Name="List Table 4 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="50" Name="List Table 5 Dark Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="51"
Name="List Table 6 Colorful Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="52"
Name="List Table 7 Colorful Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Mention"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Smart Hyperlink"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Hashtag"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" SemiHidden="true" UnhideWhenUsed="true"
Name="Unresolved Mention"/>
</w:LatentStyles>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]>
<style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-priority:99;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin-top:0cm;
mso-para-margin-right:0cm;
mso-para-margin-bottom:8.0pt;
mso-para-margin-left:0cm;
line-height:107%;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:11.0pt;
font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;
mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;
mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}
</style>
<![endif]-->
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy loved shoe shopping and James was happy to indulge
her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the moment they were waiting for
the shop assistant to come back with a couple of pairs for Daisy to try.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was taking a little while and James’ mind
was wandering.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Looking at the shoes arranged
artfully around the shop walls he wondered whether perhaps he ought to get some
new ones himself, the timberland boots he was wearing at the moment were
getting a bit worn down at the heel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That would require a different shop though, he rather doubted any of the
shoes here came in a men’s size 13.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
tried to picture himself wearing some of Daisy’s shoes and it made him chuckle
slightly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Something funny James?” Daisy asked, looking up at him from
her seat.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<a name='more'></a><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, I was just thinking that maybe I should replace these
some time,” he said, lifting his left foot slightly to indicate his boots, “and
then thought about what I’d look like in some of the shoes in this shop.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy laughed too, “Yeah, I don’t quite think they’d suit
you, even if they did have large enough sizes.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One of the other shop assistants saw the two of the laughing
with each other and smiled herself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What a nice young couple,” she said quietly to herself.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James and Daisy were both in their mid-20s, he was 25, she
was 26 and were both very attractive people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>James was tall, about 6ft 2, with short, mousy brown hair that was
determined to do its own thing no matter how much he tried to control it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sleeves of his rugby shirt were taught
around his large biceps and where his jeans would have been loose on most guys
they fit him perfectly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Certainly it
would not have surprised anyone to learn that he was an amateur rugby
player.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His muscular body was offset
though by a boyish face that made him look the picture of innocence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy on the other hand had a definite look
of mischief in her green eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was
also quite tall, though still quite a bit shorter than James and while she
didn’t have the mass of James’ muscles she was very well toned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she often told James having really big
muscles could actually be a disadvantage in karate since it tended to make you
less agile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Finally, their shop assistant came back, her arms laden with
boxes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sorry for the wait, someone has messed up the organisation
in the back room again.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That’s ok, we were amusing ourselves,” said Daisy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The shop assistant started unboxing the shoes and Daisy
tried them on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They went through several
pairs without finding anything she liked, but then on the last box she brought
out a pair of brown, calf-length boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The leather was incredibly soft and supple and as she slipped her feet
into them Daisy’s eyes lit up.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ooh, these are perfect!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She bounced out of the chair and skipped over to one of the
mirrors to admire them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James smiled as she turned in front of the mirror to look at
them from different angles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Satisfied
she bounded over and flung her arms around his neck.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They look great,” he said, putting his arms around her
waist.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And they’re so comfy”, Daisy said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then a different sort of smile broke across
her face and she added, “I can’t wait to break them in.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James flexed his toes in his boots. “I’ll bet”, he said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh they shouldn’t need much breaking in,” interjected the
shop assistant, “not with leather that soft.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James and Daisy smiled to each other and Daisy turned and
said, “I’ll take them.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*****</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When they got home James had just closed the front door when
he let out a grunt of surprise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where
before his jeans had been resting loosely over the top of his boots, now there
was a narrow band of white sock showing between the cuff of his boots and the
hem of his jeans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James looked down and
could see the toe of Daisy’s new boot where her foot was wedged in his groin
from behind, bunching his jeans up between it and his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You really couldn’t wait, huh?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy lowered her foot, allowing James to turn around.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Nope,” she said, smiling coyly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m almost surprised you managed to last until we got
home.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It was so difficult,” she said, feigning tiredness, before
breaking into a wide grin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Now spread
those legs.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James did as he was asked and placed his feet firmly a
shoulders width apart, clasping his hands behind his back.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy wasted no time and powered her foot straight into
James’ balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve been
practicing.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A little, plus I’m really horny right now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James did his best to smile, “Well fire away.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy obliged and stepped back before delivering another
powerful kick.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ooh, ow”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Do they hurt dear?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Only a little.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James shifted his stance slightly and they continued with
Daisy delivering kick after kick to James’ balls, his exclamations getting a
little louder and more pained each time. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After half a dozen more kicks, James held up his hand. “One
moment”, he said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He bounced on his toes
a few times and pulled at the crotch of his jeans with his hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy laughed, “You look so silly.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Ok, rea…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before
Daisy delivered what was probably her most devastating nut kick yet. James bent over slightly and let out a long moan, before raising
his head and giving Daisy his best puppy-dog eyes.
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re so mean to me.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, poor baby.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed him on the
cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James hugged her back and nuzzled
his head into her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They stayed like
that for a few moments before Daisy brought her leg back slowly and then drove
her knee hard into James’ crotch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James
gripped her a little tighter and moaned softly into her neck as she delivered
three more knees in quick succession.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When Daisy pulled away it was clear James couldn’t really
stand up straight anymore, he was supporting himself with his hands on his
thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She smiled and turned around to
snap a mule kick into his aching balls. When she turned back she saw a slight shake in his
knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One or two more kicks and he
should be on the ground.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She gave him a moment and stretched her toes before powering
another kick into James’ nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she
stepped away he was still standing, but his knees were definitely shaking
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She drove another kick into his
balls and stepped back again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amazingly,
though his knees were shaking almost like they were made of jelly now, he was
somehow still standing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She put her hands on her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Wow, I think they’re getting tougher.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James did his best to smile through the pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Maybe I’ve been practicing too,” he said,
though his voice was definitely a rather higher pitch than normal.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, we’ll see,” said Daisy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She took several more steps back so she had a short run up,
stretched her legs again, and then shot forward smashing her most powerful kick
yet into his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James’ eyes bulged and his mouth worked wordlessly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was sure he had felt his heels actually
leave the ground on that one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy held
her foot in his groin for a moment, and then when she removed it James slumped
slowly to the ground in front of the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It took over a minute before James found his voice again,
saying softly, “I think you broke them that time.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy wasn’t really concerned, but she came over and
squatted down next to him and slipped her hand into his jeans.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Nope, both still there,” she announced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She started massaging them gently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And they’re not even any more swollen than
usual,” she added.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Though something
else is definitely swelling up now,” she said with a laugh as she continued
massaging his balls softly and he was now moaning in pleasure rather than pain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As she continued her massaging she happened to glance away
and saw that at some point the laces on James’ right boot had come undone.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She slipped her hand out from James’ jeans and jumped up.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh, do you have to stop now?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was so good,” James moaned plaintively.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I had an idea, I’ll be back in a moment,” she said as she
raced up the stairs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I wonder what she’s up to?” James said to himself, running
a hand through his hair.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy wasn’t gone long, and came bounding back down the
stairs carrying several pairs of James’ socks.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James looked perplexed as she dumped the socks on the floor
and sat down by his feet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Daisy, what are you doing?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well,” she said, pulling off James’ right boot, “I thought
about what you said earlier.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She untied his left boot and pulled that off too.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What I said earlier?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“About wondering what you’d look like in some of the shoes I
was trying on,” she said as she pulled the socks she had brought down on over
her boots, “and I thought I’d see what I look like in yours.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She slipped first her right foot, then her left into his
boots and then did them up. She stood up and did a little pirouette.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, how do I look.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James laughed, “Well, it isn’t as silly as I’m sure I’d look
in your shoes, but it is still pretty silly.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With her own boots on and the socks over the top James’
timberlands weren’t actually too loose on Daisy, but they were still comically
oversized in comparison to her normal shoes, especially in length.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She walked over to the mirror they kept in
the hall to have a look herself, almost tripping over a couple of times on the
way.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t know how you can walk with such big feet.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You get used to it I guess,” said James.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy looked at herself in the mirror and started laughing,
“I really do look ridiculous in these.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James started chuckling too and Daisy turned back away from
the mirror.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The carpet in their hall was
quite dark and looking down at James and seeing his bright white socks contrasted
against the dark colour of the carpet and the ‘V’ shape of his jean-clad legs
she was reminded of the little guide lights on an airport runway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was so inviting, almost without thinking
she pulled back her leg and drove the toe of James’ own boot into his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James coughed loudly, “Oh fuck”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His toes curled up and he wrapped his arms around his
stomach, which is probably about where it felt like his balls were now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“On the other hand,” Daisy said thoughtfully, “they do seem
to be pretty good for busting balls.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Once, twice more she pulled her leg back and sent James’
boot sailing into his balls.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
James coughed again and said in a quiet, strained voice,
“I’d have to agree with that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I don’t know though.” Daisy glanced down at the boots to appraise them and then
planted the toe of the right boot on James balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She couldn’t really put much weight on them
since her toes were nowhere near the end of the boot, but nonetheless James
squealed slightly. “I like to be able to feel your balls when I’m busting them,
and in these I can’t feel a thing.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I can,” James said in a voice barely above a whisper.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Daisy laughed, “I bet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Maybe I’ll borrow them occasionally.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For now she stepped off James’ balls, causing him to sigh in
relief, untied the timberlands and pulled them and the extra socks off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sat down between James’ legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was slumped over slightly and looking
somewhat worse for wear.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I hope you haven’t completely lost your enthusiasm,” she
said, pulling his socks off and massaging his feet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Maybe a little.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to help you get it back,” she
said, slowly sliding her hands up the inside of his legs, and leaning forwards
to kiss him. <span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span></div>
BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-29992028082421247892018-08-15T21:30:00.000-07:002018-09-03T11:12:38.180-07:00Work site roshamboAfter a hard week at work everyone needs a way to blow off some
steam, and for the guys on this work site it was an old-fashioned game
of roshambo.<br />
<br />
Mike had been a bit unsure about it at first, but having watched the
games for a few weeks he had to admit it was fun to watch. This would
be his first time in the ring though and he was a bit nervous, but he
was also determined to make a good impression. Your first time in the
ring was a bit of an initiation, you wouldn’t be fully accepted into the
group until you had taken part. There were some other guys who scoffed
at the Friday afternoon roshambo game, but Mike generally didn’t like
those guys.<br />
<br />
Mike is in his early twenties and just under 6 feet tall. He’s
well-built and proud of his body, justifiably so. Top it off with
short, sandy blonde hair, a close-cropped chinstrap beard and an
easy-going smile and it is hardly surprising that both women and men
walking past the site will often watch him as they go past. That he is
often dressed similarly to today, a tight green t-shirt and cargo shorts
that do a very good job of showing off his muscles certainly helps.<br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a><br />
<br />
Mike steps into the ring to a chorus of cheers and waves to the guys
around the circle. Once the cheers have died down his opponent steps
in. Henry is a bit older, just over 30, and taller at 6 foot 4. He is
all over pretty big, though he has a fair amount of added weight that
isn’t muscle, including a slight beer belly. Today he’s wearing a
fairly loose black t-shirt and jeans, which are tucked into his big
brown rigger boots. Henry is jokingly known as ‘big foot’ around the
work site for those boots. His feet are size 14 so they are rather big,
and the rigger boots he always wears make them look even bigger.
Certainly, they make Mike’s size 10 honey-coloured Caterpillar boots
look small by comparison. Henry is quite a quiet guy, but likeable
enough and he gets a good cheer of his own, though Mike would like to
think not quite as loud as his.<br />
<br />
Kyle is being the referee today, not that the rules are very
complicated – first guy to fall or give up loses. His only real job is
to do the coin toss. As Mike is the youngest he gets to call it and
calls ‘heads’. It comes down tails, so Henry gets the first kick. Mike
and Henry shake hands and then Mike steps back, plants his feet firmly a
shoulder’s width apart and grasps his hands behind his back, ready to
take the kick.<br />
<br />
Henry adjusts his position slightly and practices swinging his leg a
few times. Just as a few of the guys are starting to shout ‘get on with
it’ he pulls his leg back further and powers the steel toe of his
rigger boot into Mike’s nuts.<br />
<br />
The pain that explodes from Mike’s crotch is intense. He’s taken a
few hits to the nuts before, but this was easily equal to the worst of
those. Some of the guys had told him beforehand not to worry too much
if he fell pretty quickly, as he was new his nuts would take a while to
toughen up, but he was determined not to fall on the first kick. He did
bring his hands around and cradle his aching balls though.<br />
<br />
After taking a few moments to collect himself Mike shakes out his
feet and sights on his targets. Henry is standing with his hands on his
hips, waiting, and gives Mike a slight smile as he prepares to take his
kick. Mike is an avid football player and kicked Henry’s nuts just the
way he would a football, rather than using his toe he hit with the
laces. It meant that you didn’t get the added force of the steel toe,
but it was more difficult to miss, and judging by the grimace on Henry’s
face he got both of them right on target.<br />
<br />
The second kick is even worse than the first. Mike can feel the toe
of Henry’s boot compressing his precious nuts against his body. He
groans softly and puts his hands on his knees to support himself. He
can hear the guys cheering him on, which helps a bit, but the pain is
incredible. He has to take a bit longer to compose himself this time
and then drives his boot into Henry’s nuts as hard as he can. Henry
grimaces again and rubs his nuts with his hands, but it isn’t as big a
reaction as Mike had hoped for.<br />
<br />
The third kick is actually not as bad as Mike had feared, Henry’s aim
was a little off and the side of his boot hit Mike’s thigh, lessening
the impact on his poor bruised balls. It still hurt but he was able to
recover a bit faster this time and drive another devastating punt into
Henry’s nuts. It was amazing how much give there was in Henry’s jeans,
after that kick one of the legs had mostly pulled out of his boot and
was now resting around the top. He realised it was probably absorbing
some of the force of his kicks and helping cushion the blow slightly.
In contrast his shorts offered much less protection, the fabric was
thinner and they had little resistance to being bunched up under his
nuts. In retrospect wearing shorts today had probably been a bad idea,
but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.<br />
<br />
Mike got lucky with the fourth kick and Henry grazed his thigh
again. Admittedly his thigh was starting to hurt now too, there would
definitely be a nice bruise there, but anything that took some of the
force off his nuts was worth it. His nuts were throbbing almost
constantly now, and he was sure there were swollen too. He briefly
considered quitting now, four kicks wasn’t bad and he knew the luck he
had with the last two kicks wouldn’t hold forever. He dismissed the
thought though, he rather doubted that he was going to win, but he
wanted to at least get a bit more of a reaction out of Henry before he
went out. He took a step back and fired another penalty kick into
Henry’s balls, and was rewarded with a long groan as Henry squatted
slightly holding his nuts. He felt like he had accomplished something
at least and stepped back ready to take the fifth kick.<br />
<br />
Unfortunately for Mike, Henry was spot on with his aim this time and
the full force of that steel toed rigger boot powered into his
vulnerable balls. The pain radiating from his nuts was like nothing
he’d ever experienced before. Somehow, he managed to stop himself
falling down though, he squatted right down and supported himself with
his hands on his toes, but the soles of his boots were still the only
thing touching the ground. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes,
holding onto the toes of his boots for dear life, before shakily
standing back up again ready to take his fifth swing at Henry’s nuts.
As he stood up a cheer went up from the guys standing around them, and
that made him feel a bit better.<br />
<br />
He was aware this might be the last kick he got on Henry so he was
determined to make it count. He took two steps back and then charged
forwards and rammed the toe of his boot into Henry’s balls with all the
force he could muster. Henry’s face lost some of its colour and he
squatted down, holding his balls, but he was not going to fall.<br />
<br />
Mike swallowed and stepped back with his legs apart ready to take the
next kick. His nuts were screaming at him to stop, but he had to take
this kick at least. As Henry pulled his leg back everything seemed to
go into slow motion. Mike could pick out every little scratch and
imperfection on the toe of Henry’s boot as it soared towards his nuts.
His eyes followed it as it impacted and he could see the outline of his
nuts through his shorts as were flattened by the boot. They felt like
they were going to burst now and the pain was so intense his vision went
black.<br />
<br />
The next thing Mike knew he was lying on his back on the ground. The
guys circled around them are cheering, both Henry for winning, but also
him for being a good sport. Henry walks over and offers him a hand to
help him get up. Mike is still a bit dazed, but takes Henry’s hand and
is able to get up with his help and hobble out of the ring. As they go
some of the guys clap him on the back or tousle his hair.<br />
<br />
“That was really good for your first time, and you kick like a mule.
Come on, let’s get a beer, it’ll make you feel better,” said Henry.<br />
<br />
<br />
Inspiration for Mike:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuphq2W8Y8_E_XHl8Xd_d73EDLWmP_Sibvh5t_1BGZRlpwMciFEbFPV0341KPqjJZoab9ioNWvF2e40QukQrAmwXO2NLkJsCR3yTD4e1bAeeQtWD9_cv-y9Sxo0fDa12bWycA1LxgyCo/s1600/5080827924_6d48a73c1f_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuphq2W8Y8_E_XHl8Xd_d73EDLWmP_Sibvh5t_1BGZRlpwMciFEbFPV0341KPqjJZoab9ioNWvF2e40QukQrAmwXO2NLkJsCR3yTD4e1bAeeQtWD9_cv-y9Sxo0fDa12bWycA1LxgyCo/s320/5080827924_6d48a73c1f_o.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />BBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891367724088036786.post-83341931828512861802018-08-13T09:35:00.002-07:002018-08-13T09:35:34.516-07:00Welcome to Jake's BB storiesHello, and welcome to my blog! As you might have guessed from the title this is going to be a blog of ballbusting stories. I love reading other people's stories and recently I've started writing some of my own, so this will be my place to share them.<br />
<br />
There will be quite a bit of variety, most stories will be m/m, but there will be some f/m too. Probably the most common theme will be boots because I love boots and the idea of kicking and being kicked with them, and just to be clear I mean heavy steel toed work boots you could kick down a wall with - real manly boots. Ok, yeah I should probably stop talking about boots now...<br />
<br />
I appreciate any feedback and comments that you might have and I'm also very open to suggestions for characters or plots.<br />
<br />
TTFN,<br />
JakeBBJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447578574457525398noreply@blogger.com3