Sean was in a terrible state. His head pounded. He was finding it hard to breathe through his nostrils. He tasted blood. He had a dull pain in the pit of his stomach that appeared to come up from his balls.
He was in the middle of his living room. He shook his head and tried to regain his senses. He knew what had happened. He was on the floor. His arms were stretched out above his head. His legs were spread slightly apart.
He felt a cool breeze on his naked balls. He looked down and saw a bag of melting ice sitting on top of his genitals. They felt frozen and burning at the same time.
He attempted to prop himself up on his elbows. He quickly discovered this to be difficult. His hands were bound by his thumbs with a zip tie. He tried to pull the plastic tie apart but he found this impossible without breaking his thumbs.
He sat up. His bound hands rested on his thighs. He threw the bag filled with ice to one side and cradled his balls with both hands.
He remembered fighting off Lynne and the excruciating pain afterwards. He thought he heard her daughter yelled 'Fore!'
His balls were cold. He felt each one and gave out a soft grunt when they twinged in pain under his inspection.
He was completely naked.
He looked around the room and saw the girls where nowhere in sight.
He slowly got up. His legs felt like rubber. He decided he needed to get to the kitchen to look for a sharp object to free himself from his bindings.
He made it to his knees when he heard footsteps running down the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" He heard Lynne from behind him.
He froze on both knees, grabbed his balls, and covered them.
Lynne stood in front of him. She was holding a thick book with both hands. He could not see his daughter but was aware of her presence behind him.
Stephanie saw her father from behind. His muscular body was magnificent. Earlier, she enjoyed cutting off the shirt from his body. She used both her hands to feel his chest, his belly, his thighs, his cock, and his balls while he was unconscious. She admired his size and how powerful his muscles looked.
Sean was now eye-to-eye with Lynne. He looked at her gaze for a split second but quickly lowered his eyes. He tried..."Lynne, this is enough..."
Before he could finish his plea, Lynne swung the book with both hands and hit Sean's left side of his head sideways with such force he fell on to his right side. Unable to protect himself from the fall, Sean toppled and landed violently on his right shoulder.
His legs splayed wide when he fell. His right leg was on the floor while his left thigh was upright, bent on the knees, with his left foot resting on his right calf.
His genitals came into full view. His penis rolled onto his right upper thigh and his balls hung low below it.
Lynne took advantage of this and knelt down. With both hands, she grabbed him by his balls and squeezed. She could barely contain his large testicles in her grip.
"AIIIEEE!" Sean screamed. He clamped both thighs and wiggled his whole body away from Lynne.
Lynne pulled on his balls and got up on her feet. "I told you to speak only when spoken to!" She yelled.
Sean was on his back. He lifted his hips up to ease the pressure in his balls.
Lynne continued her assault. She squeezed his balls so tight, his scrotum appeared to ooze between her fingers.
"Please stop! Please stop! Please Stop!" Sean begged. His face was contorted in pain. Blood flowed again from his nose.
"You do as you're told, do you understand!" she barked.
"YESSS!" he screamed in desperation.
She let go of his balls. Sean's buttocks drop to the floor with a loud thud. He grabbed his balls with his hands and assumed a fetal position.
Stephanie witnessed the tussle and stood back. She felt like she was floating from her body and observing this from afar.
Lynne set the stage earlier. She wanted Stephanie to sit on the couch while she demonstrated her next lesson.
Sean lay in the middle of the living room in a heap. He was rubbing his balls, massaging the pain away. He let his nose bleed. He can't afford to have his hands away from his testicles.
Stephanie sat on the couch and waited for Lynne's next move.
Lynne waited for almost 10 minutes, knelt down, grabbed Sean by his left ear, and pulled his head up.
"Time to get up!" she ordered.
Sean quickly got up on both knees. His hands were still clutching his groin. His nose was swollen and blood dripped from it and down his muscular chest. His grit his teeth as Lynne pulled on his left earlobe. The veins on his neck were very visible. His chest was heaving up and down. The muscles in his belly appeared to contract tightly with his every breath.
He had his genitals completely covered under his large hands. Lynne did not mind this...for now.
On his knees, Sean and Lynne were almost the same height.
"As I was saying, the male form is built for battle. It is made up of thick muscles able to exert enough force that can lift the heaviest loads. His muscles also protect him from heavy blows." Lynne said.
To demonstrate, she raised both her fists in a fighting stance. She punched Sean with all her might and hit him on his right chest.
To Stephanie, it appeared that Lynne hit a brick wall. Sean was unfazed. She heard the loud smack of her fists on his pectoral muscle but did not see that it affected him in anyway.
Lynne walked to Sean's side and threw a punch now hitting his left deltoid. Sean barely swayed his body and only felt a moment of sting from her punch.
Lynne started to pick her targets. She punched him on his right shoulder, then his left. She punched his chest muscles in quick succession. She punched his back muscles as well. The most response she got was when she punched him in the belly.
Sean grimaced each time he was hit by Lynne. The pain was not unbearable but more annoying. Her tiny fists were doing some damage. He looked up and saw that she was getting tired.
Lynne was starting to sweat and breathe heavy. Stephanie was almost getting bored and though the whole exercise was starting to get pointless.
Lynne finally stopped and said, "As you can see, it is difficult to subdue a man. You have to know his weakness."
Lynne lifted Sean's chin by her left hand, raised her right fist and aimed for his bloody nose. Sean instinctively raise both arms to cover his face. His cock and balls dropped. His testicles hung low and touched the cold floor. He was still kneeling but was already sitting on his lower legs. His buttocks rested on his ankles.
At that moment, Lynne switch targets. She aimed lower and punched him squarely in his genitals. Her fist hit the base of penis. She felt his shaft compress against his pelvic bone. He started to fall back from the unexpected blow.
Before he could lower his arms to grab his genitals, Lynne quickly punched him again, this time aiming for his balls. She felt her fist hit his orbs straight on. His scrotum stretched. His balls changed shape between her fists and the floor.
Sean was again floored. Again he was in a fetal position clutching on to his aching balls.
"But as you can see...he has his weak point...use this to our advantage," she instructed Stephanie.
Lynne grabbed Sean by his thumbs. They looked purple from their plastic binding. She used all her weight for leverage and pried his hands off from his balls.
"Get up!...Up now, or I swear I will slice your balls off with a dull knife!" she threatened.
Sean got up on his knees again. Tears were running down his now beet red face. His bleeding nose appeared to have stopped flowing.
Lynne grabbed him by his balls and pulled him up.
Sean stood up quickly following his balls in her grip. He was now up on his feet and towered over the two girls.
She let go of his balls. Sean immediately cradled them in his hands.
Lynne became visible annoyed by this. She pushed Sean by his belly back towards the fireplace. Once his lower back hit the mantle, Lynne pushed a chair next to him. She then ordered him to raise his arms over his head. She grabbed his hands by his thumbs, ordered him to jump, and hung his hands on a thick metal hook jutting from the wall.
"Now we hang our Christmas wreath!" she said.
She jumped down from the chair, stood back, and admired her work.
Sean was hanging by the zip tie binding his thumbs from a thick metal hook they use to hang heavy art. His muscular arms showed their individual fibers where they strained. His armpits had a soft red bush of hair. It was now soaked in his sweat. His chest and abdominal muscles spasmed with his every breath. His feet were barely touching the ground. He was almost on the balls of his feet.
"More like Christmas ornaments," she laughed eyeing his genitals.
His cock and balls swayed with his every movement. His testicles were visibly rolling up and down his scrotum.
"You're turn," Lynne spoke to Stephanie.
Stephanie timidly walked in front of her father. She stood directly between his legs.
"Remember the instructions from the video. Target his balls, but aim for the bone behind it!" Lynne reminded Stephanie.
She made a fist with both hands and aimed. She shut her eyes and drove her right fist towards his balls. Sean saw this coming and moved his hip just in time. She made contact with his right pelvic bone.
His dense bone and muscle pad hurt Stephanie's fist. She immediately retracted her arm and looked at Lynne as if asking for advise.
Lynne walked in front of Sean, grabbed a hold of his shaft, and tugged on it viciously.
"I'm warning you...if you keep doing this, you'll lose your precious dick!" Lynne yelled and gave his penis a quick twist.
Sean was trembling like a leaf. He was on his tiptoes. He nodded his head several times.
Lynne was not convinced. She let go of his penis, grabbed a chair and positioned it a few feet in front of Sean. She went to the kitchen and came back with a handful of zip ties in her hand.
She had Sean lift his left leg. She helped him by grabbing on to his left ankle and rested this on top of the back of the chair. She then secured his ankle to the back of the chair by looping a zip tie around it and making it sure he was bound tightly.
"Try to clamp your legs now," she said.
Sean was in a completely vulnerable position. He was hanging on a hook by his bound thumbs. His right leg was on its tiptoes and his left was hanging on a chair forming a 90 degree angle. His genitals hanging in the middle.
"I want you to feel how completely vulnerable cock and balls can be," Lynne instructed.
Stephanie saw her father's uncut penis starting to shrivel. His scrotum was contracting. His balls were almost next to his body.
Lynne was shouting out instructions. Stephanie felt obliged to follow.
She grabbed her father's orbs with both hands and started to massage them with her fingers. They felt like smooth rubber balls. They were firm but had a little give when she gave them a soft squeeze. She felt the cords that attached them to his body. He shivered a little when she gave the cords a squeeze. So this is where she came from, she thought.
She pulled on them and tried to stretch his scrotum down as much as she can. She was able to stretch it almost to his knee.
Sean gritted his teeth. He felt a gnawing ache from his stretched testicles up to his bowels. It felt like someone was pulling on his innards. He shut his eyes because he could not bear seeing his daughter touching his manhood. His started to perspire profusely. Sweat ran down his face, his chest, his armpit, and dripped down his penis like a funnel.
Stephanie now focused on his shaft. She held its tip and retracted his foreskin. The pink head was moist and she caught a whiff of cheddar cheese. She inspected the tip and its opening. His penis was soft. She liked how it felt in her hand.
Lynne gave more orders.
Stephanie stood back at arms length and aimed. She raised her right arm and swung down. Her open palm slapped his penis. It stretched down and immediately bounced up and slapped his lower belly.
Stephanie slapped down again and again, this time targeting only the head of the penis.
Sean bit his lower lip and emitted a low growl. He tried to stay on his right leg as much as possible. The chair was starting to tilt over.
Lynne recognized this and sat on the chair providing necessary weight to keep his left leg away from his body.
His penis started to become red, especially the tip. From its shriveled state, it started to lengthen. Despite the pain, the stimulation of her hits was making blood rush into his shaft. He now sported a semi hard on which disgusted both girls.
Lynne was not allowing any of this and made Stephanie hit him in the balls.
Stephanie knelt in front of her dad. She formed two fist with her hands. This time she kept her eyes open, targeted his hanging balls but aimed for the bone above it.
She punched his balls with her right fist in an upper cut. It made a loud 'Splat!' on contact. She purposefully held her fist up, keeping it in contact with his balls. She ground his balls between her fist and his pelvic bone.
She used this technique with her left fist. Upper cut punch to the balls, ground them for 2 or three seconds, then repeat with the other hand.
"AWWRR! AWWRR! AWWRR!" Sean emitted a growl coming from his stomach after each hit. His right leg left the floor each time her fist grounded his scrotum. His whole body was swaying left to right in response to her alternating punches.
His balls were large that Stephanie was not able to hit both at the same time. She recognized this after her third punch and decided to alternate her targets. Her right fist pummeled his right ball while her left pummeled his left.
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
She must have hit each ball a dozen times.
Sean was almost in a state of shock. He kept his eyes closed throughout his punishment. Sweat dripped down and drenched his pubic hair and balls.
Stephanie stopped and inspected her damage. His scrotum was starting to fill with fluid. It's natural pink brown color is now turning into a pink blue hue. His penis has now completely shriveled and looked like a small turtle wearing a sweater.
Lynne saw his balls were trying to retract into his body in a protective mode. She immediately recognized this. She then grabbed his scrotum with one hand and isolated his balls. She pulled them away from his body and tied them off with the zip tie at the base of his scrotum.
His balls immediately engorged with the lack of circulation. It reminded Stephanie of carnival balloons.
Sean was now in complete delirium. He opened his eyes to investigate the source of this new and terrible pain. When he saw his scrotum was tied off and was now turning blue, he shook his whole body in desperation.
His reaction surprised both girls. Sean flexed both arms and was able to lift himself off the ground. He used his left leg for leverage as he attempted to unhook himself from the wall.
Lynne made an attempt to control him. She reached out and grabbed his swollen balls and squeezed. Immediately she knew she made a mistake when Sean lifted his right leg and kicked her violently in the face.
Lynne fell on the ground and did not move.
Stephanie saw her father flex his whole body, bending his abdominal muscles, and lifted the chair tied on his left ankle. He kipped once and felt the metal hook start to dislodge from the brick wall. He kipped once more. This time the brick cracked and released the hook from where he was hanging.
He fell on the floor on his knees. The zip tie on his ankle snapped. His legs were free.
Stephanie was startled by her father's strength. She ran up the stairs and locked her bedroom door in sheer fright.
Sean made a mad dash for the kitchen and found a long knife. He set in on the counter and sat on its handle to make it stable and sawed the plastic cuff binding his thumbs.
His thumbs were completely cold and numb. He was not able to flex them. They appeared to be pulled out from their sockets.
He looked for the kitchen scissors and with much difficulty, carefully cut the cuff around his balls. The pain was like someone had his testicles in a vice. Once they were released, he had a few seconds of relief. However, the pain in his balls switched from a constant dull ache to a pulsating hammer. His blood started to rush into his testicles. He felt his heart beat in them.
He tried to walk but every step proved to be painful.
He saw Lynne still lying unconscious on the living room floor. He slowly walked towards the stairs. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and thought he could still salvage this.
He walked up the steps into Lynne's room and search for her iPad. He refused to be blackmailed. Without the video, she has nothing against him. He would commit his daughter to the University Hospital to fix her split personality.
The pain in his balls started to subside as he found her Lynne's iPad under the mattress. He grabbed this and threw it on the floor. He raised his right foot and slammed down on it. The iPad instantly broke in half. He then picked up the pieces and dumped them in the bathroom sink and turned on the faucet.
He walked down the steps and into his bedroom. He grabbed the first shorts he could find and put them on. His scrotum was swollen to almost double its normal size. He was glad the shorts were roomy in the crotch. He walked out into the living room and was alarmed.
Lynne was gone!
He looked around the room and kitchen and searched for her. She must have ran the backdoor.
He decided to check up on his daughter.
He walked towards the stairs and did not realize until it was too late that Lynne sneaked up behind him.
He turned around just in time to see Lynne had a golf club in her hands. She placed this between his legs and swung it up towards his balls.
The club head hit him squarely in his balls. Both his feet left the floor. He landed on his knees while he clutched his genitals.
Lynne raised the club again, this time aimed for his left temple.
Sean saw this coming and raised his left arm to block it.
The club bent in half with the impact. Lynne lost her grip on it by the jarring force of his muscle.
He attempted to stand up but the pain in his balls prevented him.
Meanwhile, Stephanie heard the commotion. She carefully opened her door and walked down the steps. She had a perfect vantage point to observe the battle.
It was as if whoever won this gets to affect her point of view.
Lynne assumed a fighting stance. She raised her right leg and attempted to kick him on his head side ways. He easily blocked this with an arm. He was able to grab hold of her shirt and pulled her closer to him.
He easily maneuvered her into a head lock. She tried to pry herself off his strong right arm to no avail.
He stood up and dragged her towards the living room. She flailed her arms and started to hit him with her fists. He was unaffected.
"Submit!" Sean growled.
Lynne felt she was about to lose consciousness. In her bent position, she saw his crotch. She took her right arm and slipped this under the leg of his shorts. She immediately found his balls, grabbed them, and squeezed them in a deadly grip.
"AIEEE!" Sean squeaked. He let go of her neck and grabbed on to this crotch. His thumbs were too broken to provide any firm protection. Still he was able to let her release her hold on his balls.
He was on his knees vigorously rubbing his crotch. His eyes were clenched in pain.
Lynne stood directly in front of him, lifted her right foot, and kicked him on his forehead. Her heel made devastating contact. He fell backwards and landed with a terrible sound. He hit the back of his head and instantly lost power over all his muscles. He groaned in a stuporous state.
His arms dropped on his side. His legs were bent on the knees and were spread wide.
Lynne immediately went between his legs, unzipped his shorts, and pulled them off from him. His cock and balls were swollen. His penis had bruise marks on its head where it received most of Stephanie's slaps. His balls were the size of a grapefruit.
She waited for him to wake and readied herself between his legs.
Sean's eyes fluttered. The room was spinning. He must have had a concussion. He lifted his head and was instantly frightened by what he saw.
Lynne was standing between his legs and had her right knee raised.
She yelled, "Submit!" She slammed her right heel into his balls.
Sean's legs bounced up in pain. Lynne grabbed them by the knees and kept them spread apart.
"Submit!" she again yelled. Her left heel slammed into his testicles.
Sean let out a screech. His arms tried to grab on to his genitals but they wouldn't follow his directions.
"Submit!" her right heel now stayed on his balls. Lynne twisted her foot attempting to pulverize his testicles with her weight.
Sean howled like a hurt wolf. His throat became raw from all his screaming.
He felt his legs drop and saw Lynne walk away. For a brief moment he was thankful for the respite.
However, when he looked up again, he shuddered in horror when he saw his daughter between his legs.
"Stephanie, no, please don't!" Sean pleaded.
Stephanie lifted her right knee and slammed her foot down on her father's balls. "Submit!" she yelled out. She lifted her left knee and slammed her foot down on him.
"Submit!" she yelled a few more times each time she stepped on his balls.
Sean's body jumped with her every hit. He has lost all his voice and could only croak in pain.
Stephanie saw her father's scrotum were inflated like water balloons. She jumped up in the air, aimed for her father's testicles, and landed on them with her right knee.
"If you love me, dad, submit!" she said softly.
She felt something give in his sack. It was like a bone cracked.
Sean's eyes dimmed. And the last vision he saw was his daughter crushing his balls.
His mind broke into tiny little pieces.
He woke up and accepted absolute domination.
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It had been four weeks already. Time flew quickly. Lynne and Stephanie finally got to visit Blarney Castle and even kissed the stone.
Sean was still recovering from his injuries. He went to the hospital after he passed out at work. A CT Scan showed he had a chronic hematoma that built at the front of his brain. The specialist thought that it would go away on its own and that he didn't need surgery. The neurologist was worried it may affect his demeanor.
His thumbs were on casts. He injured them while working on a combine, he said. He was granted some paid time off to heal.
He kept his other injury hidden from his doctor. His penis has fully recovered. His testicles were still slightly swollen. His left ball was still intact. His right was slightly misshapen. It was still sore on touch especially where it was ruptured.
He kept himself busy around the house. He waited on Stephanie and Lynne like a servant. He cooked and cleaned and provided everything the girls requested. His uniform around the house was mostly Spandex shorts allowing easy access to his genitals.
The self defense lessons became more bearable. The girls' blows to his genitals became small taps. They did not need to hit him full force knowing he has found his position in life.
He was rewarded at least one orgasm a week. Stephanie has decided not to participate in any of this. Lynne would masturbate him every Wednesday night ending each session with a punch on his balls whenever he orgasmed.
Sean even bought Lynne a new iPad. They had frequent Skype conversations with her family in Grosse Ile.
On her last day in Ireland, before they left for the airport, Lynne decided to reward herself. She slipped into Sean's bedroom and sat on his erection and fucked him twice to orgasm.
To outsiders, everything appeared normal. Sean was the father. Stephanie was his daughter.
Behind the closed doors it was a little different.
The big strong man had to be broken to fix the little weak girl.
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