"I'm so mad, I could explode," Eliza said as she came raging into my room.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I'll tell you all about it, but take your clothes off first. I need to let some steam off."
That didn't sound good.
"How do you let some steam off?" I asked innocently, knowing full well it would involve my balls. I was right.
"By punching your balls, now strip."
Eliza has been busting my balls since we got back from our last semester at the university. Eliza always tells me that I'm her plaything, that Mom and Dad made me so she would have someone to play with. She likes to toy with my balls, squeezing, kneading, and kneeing them. Some guys would hate it, but not me. I love it. She makes me so hard that I usually blow a load all over us.
I stripped off my clothes, and Eliza grabbed me and pulled me over to my bed.
"Lie on your back and hold your legs up, hook your arms behind your knees," she instructed. I did as she asked. I felt completely vulnerable with my legs up in the air and spread wide apart. My balls hung there unprotected. My hard cock stood straight up, waiting to see what might come its way.
"So, fucking Mark says I can't play with your balls anymore," Eliza said. Then she clenched her hand into a fist and punched me in the nuts.
"FUCK!" I grunted. Pain shot through me, and that ache from my balls quickly spread to my stomach. It was hard to breathe.
"Who the fuck does he think he is?"
Another hard punch to my balls. I gasped for breath. I felt like I was in shock, and not really prepared for the pain that Eliza wanted to dish out.
"Stupid men, always telling me what to do."
She slapped at my balls, and then punched my cock. It flopped around.
"I'm so fucking tired of you men!" She pulled her fist all the way back, then sent it slamming into my left ball.
"OOOOH FUCK!" I cried out as the pain overwhelmed me. My legs started shaking, and I could barely breathe.
"No one tells me what to do!"
The next punch found my right ball, and it flattened against my body with the power of her punch.
"FUCK! ELIZA!"
"I even blew him, trying to get him to leave me alone."
The next punch hit both balls, sending a jolt through my body.
"I sucked him good. I even took his stupid cock all the way down my throat."
Another punch, another direct hit. I was getting woozy, and it was getting difficult to hold my legs up. It was too much.
"I EVEN SUCKED HIS FUCKING BALLS!"
Even more anger, directed at my balls. She punched them hard, squashing my balls into my body. The pain was shocking. Searing. Overwhelming. I couldn't take it any longer, so I rolled to my side and curled up into a fetal position.
"I'm not done!" Eliza said.
"Eliza ... stop. It's too much."
"But I'm still mad."
"You're mad at Mark, not me. Stop beating on my balls," I winced. Still gasping for breath. "I'm your plaything, not your punching bag."
Eliza looked at me, and a strange expression crossed her face. She looked at my red balls and my limp cock, dangling there.
"I ... I'm sorry," she said. She reached for my cock and wrapped her fingers around it. "I even punched your erection away." Her hand felt good on my cock, she gently squeezed it. It soon responded, getting harder and harder in her hand.
"I shouldn't be taking this out on you. I should be punching Mark's balls. Instead, I sucked his cock and punched yours, I did it backwards."
Her sentence hung in the air. My eyes lit up. Did she mean it? She looked at my cock in her hand.
"Besides, your cock is even bigger than Mark's."
She moved in close, and I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for her. She sat between them and leaned in even closer. I felt her breath on my cock. It was suddenly so hard I could barely stand it.
"I'm going to make it up to you, but don't expect this all the time."
The touch of her lips on my cock was exquisite, then her tongue ran around the head of my cock. She licked the ridges of my cock head, then along the underside of my cock. Her hand cupped my balls, and she brought them up to her mouth. She sucked them both in as I moaned quietly. Her touch was so gentle on my battered balls. It felt so good. The ache in my balls soon faded into the background. Instead, all I could feel was Eliza's soft mouth sucking on my balls.
She let my balls drop from her mouth, and she sucked my cock back in. I looked down to watch her as she started getting into a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. Taking me deeper and deeper each time. Soon her nose was touching my stomach, and I felt the tightness of her throat on the head of my cock.
"Yes," I moaned. "Oh fuck yes."
Her hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, her mouth sucked on the head. She began stroking the shaft as she sucked the head. It felt perfect. Amazing. She's even better than I expected. She stroked faster. She wanted me to cum, and I couldn't help myself. She controlled me.
"YES!" I moaned loudly as my cock spasmed in her hand, sending a jet of cum into her mouth. She let go of my cock and jammed her mouth onto it, taking my entire length into her mouth.
"FUCK!" I moaned as the tightness of her throat enclosed my cock head. My cock throbbed in her mouth and blasted cum down her throat. More and more cum, filling her with my seed. She sucked on my cock, getting every last drop. When she finally let my cock drop from her mouth, I was completely spent. She sat up and looked at me, lying on my back, devastated on my bed.
"I have to go. I need to bust some balls," she said as she stood up. "Mark is about to get his wake-up call."
She marched out of my room. Poor Mark.