Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sara's Payback

This is an old story I wrote years ago under the pen name 'Magic Man' on Kramtoad's story forum.



Sara was making the final touches on dinner, placing a basket of rolls down on the table and lighting two candles at its center. She expected her boyfriend Chris to be coming home from work any minute now. She had met Chris during graduate school. He had been the shy college student and she had been the older, sexy teaching assistant. Of course, it was against university policy for TA's to get involved with their students. The year he graduated, Sara and Chris started dating openly and soon after, moved into an apartment together.

A year later, they were still together, though their relationship had been going through hard times. Chris hardly had time for Sara between his nursing classes and work. Often this would often lead to a fight and resentment from both of them. She thought that a good home-cooked dinner after a long shift at the hospital might help patch things up between them.

Sara heard Chris come in and went to greet him. He stood in the hallway, still wearing a worn looking set of scrubs. He was a good looking 22 year old man, with strong angular features in his face. His hazel colored eyes peered out of thin rim glasses. Sara loved when Chris wore his scrubs. She especially loved how they hugged his but and did little to mask his crotch. She came over kissed him. "Hi honey, how was work?"

"Too long, I couldn't wait to get out. What's for dinner?" he said as he peered over her shoulder and saw the table set.

"I made your favorite, baked haddock. I thought you deserved a nice dinner after working all day."

"You shouldn't have gone through all that trouble, but I appreciate it." Chris said as he sat down across from Sara. They talked about eachother's day, both making sure not to bring up the latest round of fights. Near the end of the meal Sara looked up at Chris as he ate the last bit of broccoli off his plate. She got his attention by slowly sliding her foot up his inner leg and gently placed her foot in his groin. He looked up at her a bit shocked but she only smiled back at him. With some hesitation, he sat back in his chair and let out a sigh.

"Sara, I've been thinking about our relationship lately. Things haven't been going so well and I'm not sure how to, ahh . . ." Chris gasped as he felt Sara's foot begin to massage his groin. It felt so good that Chris was finding it hard to concentrate. Soon she was using both feet to rub up and down his shaft, causing his dick to swell. Sara then turned her attention down to his soft squishy balls, fondling them with her toes through the thin material of his scrubs and underwear. Chris struggled to focus, "Sara I've been wanting to talk. I think maybe we should think about sep . . ."

"Chris," she interrupted him again, "I was hoping that after dinner, you can take a shower, I'll clean up here, and afterwards we could watch TV in bed. "

"Alright," Chris said as he gently pulled away from the reach of Sara's massaging feet, "but after I get out of the shower, I want to talk with you."

While Sara was rushing to clear the table, Chris was standing under the shower head, allowing the water to rinse off all the sweat and dirt that had accumulated during the day. He was practicing how he was going to tell Sara that he wanted to break up with her and move out of the apartment. For a moment he considered starting over again. She hadn't brought up their arguments over dinner, and part of him still loved her. The moment passed and he decided that it was time to tell her it was over.

After finishing his shower, he walked into their bedroom and and put on a pair of grey boxerbriefs that Sara had given him for his birthday. Hearing Sara walk into the room, he turned to see her standing in the doorway with nothing on but a tight yellow T-shirt that showed off her pert C sized breasts and a skimpy pair of pink panties. She walked over to Chris and put her arms around him.

"Honey, I've been thinking, its been such a long time since we've had sex." She slid her hand down Chris' torso and rested on his groin. As she spoke, she gently kneaded his dick and balls through his underwear. "How about it tonight?"

"Sara, I really wanted to talk to you . . ."

Sara suddenly kissed him passionately in mid-sentence. Chris stopped struggling and began kissing her back. She continued to massage his groin until his dick was rock hard and straining against the fabric of the boxerbriefs. They fell on the bed together and had two hours of the best sex of their lives. After an hour and a half of wild, passionate love making left Chris exhausted and his nuts drained, he laid on his back next to Sara and stared up at the ceiling.

Suddenly he remembered his plans to tell Sara that he was leaving. He rolled to the edge of the bed and slid his underwear back on.

"Sara, I've been trying to tell you something all night."

"What is it honey?"

"Things haven't been going so well with us. Not for a long time." He turned back to look at her. "Sara, this isn't easy. I've been thinking about this a lot. I know we keep on trying to fix things but it never seems to work."

"Chris, what are you saying?

"I think I should move out," his voice cracked as he spoke. "I think we should break up."

"You tell me this NOW? After we just had sex!? You BASTARD! How could you do this to me!?" She jumped out the bed screaming furiously.

Chris immediately realized that he made a mistake bringing this up now. He got up and tried to hug Sara, telling her that he was sorry.

"Get the fuck off me! Leave me alone you asshole!" She struggled under Chris' grip. Despite her best effort, Chris was too strong for her to get free. The rage and pain began to well inside her. She just wanted to get free and be left alone. Without thinking she jabbed her knee up between Chris' thighs, crushing his empty nuts into his pelvis. Unfortunately Chris' boxerbriefs didn't provide any protection, they only held his balls firmly in position for Sara's knee. Chris just stood there in shock, just barely holding Sara.

Sara stared at Chris for several seconds, slowly realizing what she had just done. Her initial reaction was to apologize, but then the pain and anger rushed through her body once again. She grabbed ahold of Chris' shoulders, causing him to haunch down to her eye level, and slammed her knee into his groin 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 times. Each impact lifted Chris off his feet smashed his balls. Chris grunted through grated teeth.

"How does that feel asshole!?"

Chris couldn't speak. The pain was horrible and he felt as though he was going to throw up. He wanted to crawl up into a ball but Sara was still holding him up. His mouth was wide open and it took all his strength just to keep breathing. Sara saw the pain that registered in his eyes and suddenly felt sorry for hurting him. She still loved him and was just reacting out of pain, anger, and fear.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, I was so angry . . ." She helped him limp to the bed and laid him down on his back with his feet hanging down to the floor. His hands were cupped over his crotch and he continued to moan. "Oh God Chris, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you this bad . . ."

Chris' only response was a long low pitched moan. Sara looked down at her boyfriend, worried that she may have damaged him perminately. After all, she had felt his balls flatten between her knee and his pelvic bone. It occurred to her that she should check to make sure their wasn't any obvious damage. Though it took a lot of coaxing, she finally got Chris to move his hands away from his groin. She grabbed ahold of the waistband and pulled his underwear down to his ankles as gently as possible.

Chris' cock laid over two meaty balls that were now pink and seemed to be slightly swollen. Sara gently slid her hand underneath his nuts and slowly began to rub them. She noticed how squished as she rolled them around in hand. Chris was a bit jumpy at first, but eventually he settled down, trusting Sara with his most prized possessions. With one hand she reached up to Chris' head and brushed his hair off his face, with the other, she cradled his aching jewels. Sara could feel Chris begin to relax, listening to him take in slow deep breaths. Suddenly the thought came to her; Why did Chris want to break up? Could there be someone else? There were several attractive nursing students that Chris often worked with, could he be dumping her for one of them?

Sara let Chris go and pushed herself away from him. "Why don't you want to be with me anymore? Don't you love me? Or is there . . . someone else?"

Chris propped himself up on his elbows. "No, I would never cheat on you. I just don't think it's working between us anymore."

"But Chris, we can work through it, like we have in the past." Sara's voice began to crack as she looked into Chris' eyes. "We love each other."

Chris shook his head, "I'm not sure anymore. I still care about you, but . . . I'm just not attracted to you anymore."

"You're not attracted to me anymore? That didn't stop you from fucking me! What did you think, you could use me one more time before you dumped me!"

Pain and rejection washed over her once more as her eyes flared with anger. Chris hurt her more than she had ever been hurt before. She was so angry, she wanted him to feel as much pain as she was feeling. In a flash, she jumped on top of Chris. He looked up and recognized the anger in her eyes as Sara, only to be racked with paralyzing pain. Sara had grasped both of Chris' already tortured nuts and was now cruelly yanking them, stretching his ball-chords to their limits.

Chris let out a screech that must have been heard by their neighbors, but that didn't stop Sara. She used both of her hands to trap Chris' balls at the base of his scrotum. "How does that feel asshole!? You can't just fuck me and break my heart, I'll break your balls!"

Chris looked up at Sara helplessly, pain mirrored in his eyes. He tried to pry her small fingers off his nuts, but his strength was quickly sapped by the pain. "No, Sara, please let go. I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, I made a mistake!"

It was too late for Chris though, she wasn't listening. Seizing a ball in each hand, she pressed her thumbs into each meaty orb simultaneously. Chris shrieked and his legs thrashed beneath her as Sara focused all her rage into squeezing the life out of his nuts. As his nuts began to compress laterally in Sara's grip, Chris began to wish he could pass out, if only to escape the pain. He could feel his balls throbbing in her hands and a nauseating pain creep up his abdomen. Chris felt like he was going to wretch. He pleaded with Sara to let him go, but that only seemed to make her grind his balls into her palms even harder.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Chris screamed as tears welled up in his eyes from the pain.

"Oh, poor Chris! I bet this break up is killing you. Too bad I wasn't good enough for you!" Each word was emphasized with a squeeze to Chris' nuts. She was so angry she wanted to rip his balls off. Holding his sac in one hand, she began punching them again and again. She ignored Chris' cries and continued to savagely wrack his poor battered testicles. By now they were swollen to the size of big grade A eggs and the broken blood vessels turned them as red as strawberries.

Sara continued to take her aggression out on Chris' tortured manhood for several minutes. She used different combinations of squeezing, pinching, and stretching to punish his big swollen nuts. By now Chris was so weak that he couldn't do much more than moan and hold onto Sara's hands as they slowly crushed his manhood into oblivion. He didn't think he could stand another moment of this torture. A part of him even wished that his testicles would give in, if only to escape from the pain.

Sara watched Chris' eyes roll back into his head. Just as he was about to pass out, Sara slammed her fist into his fat balls with a sickening 'thud.' Chris' body jerked and his head snapped up only to watch his soon to be ex-girlfriend continue to mash his spuds.

It turned out that Chris gave up before his gonads did. After nearly an hour of excruciating torture, Chris laid motionless on the bed. Sara looked down at him and surveyed the damage she had done. His balls looked mangled and swollen. She rolled them around in her hand and still could feel a hard center in each nut. Sara thought of ending his sex life then and there, but her courage drained with her rage.

She left him there, passed out on the bed all night. The next day, Chris began packing his things. His balls were swollen for days after and he found it hard to walk without his nuts bouncing off his thighs. Sara was there when he brought the last box out to his car. When he came back to the door to give Sara his key, he tried to apologize one last time. She looked at him sweetly, swung her foot up under the bulge of Chris' crotch. The jeans offered little protection to his sensitive, battered balls as Sara's shoe slammed into his groin.

Sara watched Chris crash down to the floor. "Later Fucker!" She slammed the door behind her, leaving him on the floor in the hallway.

- Chris is inspired by a guy a used to know and looks like Carson from FRATMEN.TV -

1 comment:

Chris said...

I liked this story., even though I'm not normally into F/M stuff... Good job. :D