This has been the third time she was requested by the school to do this over the past 2 years. Matt was already in his senior year and was in danger of not graduating.
He was never in trouble before she divorced with his father. He was only 11 years then. He has become uncontrollable.
He first got into trouble at 14 when he prank called a local girl who lost her mother. He threatened to rape her over the telephone. This sent the little girl to the psychiatric hospital. He was eventually caught through phone records. Because of his age, he was placed on probation until he was an adult.
This did not deter him. He has become the local bully. He picked on boys and girls in his school and neighborhood. He formed a group with two other boys his age and together became the local terror.
One time, she caught him in their backyard laying on his back while Julia, a 12-year-old next door neighbor was giving him a blowjob.
Jennifer froze and did not know what to do.
She was at her wits end. She has tried counselling, mentoring, and even a court-appointed psychiatrist. Matt appeared to behave a few days after each intervention but would quickly go back to his terror tear.
This time, she enlisted the help from the mothers of the two other boys in Matt's gang.
Jennifer is part of a women's group whose activities included working out in the gym, fund raising for several causes, and learning self defense. They decided to talk to a local female police commander how to best approach these out of control boys.
Commander Monica has been in the township police department for years. She has been known to be a no nonsense officer and had a reputation to be a real ballbuster.
The mothers met up with her a month ago. They heard what they did not want to hear. Monica felt the mothers have become push overs. They let their children run their homes. The fathers were not helpful because all of them were divorced. They needed to take matters into their own hands.
She invited the mothers to come to her house one weekend to observe how she ran her home. Monica is married to her husband, Joseph, a coach of the high school football team. They have two sons, Adrian, 17 years old, and Eric, 16 years old.
Both sons are doing well in school. They have straight As, participate in football, track, wrestling, and sailing, and popular in school. Her husband was well loved and was voted teacher of the year.
But their household only became that way through strict discipline.
They came to visit Saturday afternoon. The ladies were welcomed by Joe, Monica's husband. He was in his early forties, about 6 feet in height, burly, with muscular arms and legs, and a tiny hint of a paunch. He was wearing a polo shirt and bermuda shorts. He smiled when he opened the door and let them through the immaculate home and out into the backyard overlooking the water and Sugar Island in the distance.
The boys were already busy tending to the grill. Adrian was a handsome young man, taller than his father, with blond hair and blue eyes. His physique was obvious underneath his tight white shirt. He was also wearing tan bermuda shorts that accentuated his muscular buttocks and heavy crotch.
The younger Eric was even more gorgeous. He was about 5'10" tall but had a more muscular build. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and beautiful teeth. He was wearing a tank top and loose board
shorts.
Monica was busy setting up the table. She welcomed the the three ladies and had them sit on the lounge chairs.
"Jennifer. Virginia. Kathleen." she introduced the women to the boys.
Joe came over with a bottle of champagne and handed glasses to the ladies. He popped the cork and poured the wine in each glass.
They chatted about small things around the island. The women were amazed how the household appeared to be ran by Monica. The men were extremely polite and catered to their every needs. Joe was especially attentive and made sure their drinks were topped off. He served them a plate of cheese, crackers, radishes, pate, boiled potatoes, and aioli dip.
Dinner should be ready in about an hour. The men are preparing steaks and grilled vegetables.
After she felt the girls have loosened up from the alcohol, Monica stood up and invited them to join her in the home media room.
The women followed her to a well-appointed room with a large screen TV on one wall. The ladies found their places on comfortable deep-cushioned seats.
Monica dimmed the lights, slipped a DVD, and turned on the TV.
The video was titled Female Supremacy. The guests were half expecting a fetish/dominatrix film but were surprised that the women in the film appeared to be regular women, wives, mothers, sisters,
daughters. The first half of the film dealt with men as the sole source of most violent crimes, wars, and unrest. The second half showed testimonies of women taking back the power from men by quelling their violent tendencies.
Discipline begins at home. And women should enforce them. It is hoped by the video that a ripple effect will start from the household and eventually the rest of society once the Female Supremacy movement has gained more and more recruits.
The three women looked at Monica with shocked eyes. They all were pleasantly surprised that there were kindred women out there who are tired of being run over by their husbands, children, bosses, and men in general.
"But how do we control them?" Each of them asked Monica almost at the same time.
"That's why you are here this afternoon, ladies. But you have to promise me that you will have open minds to my brand of disciple." Monica said.
The ladies answered yes in unison.
Monica got up from her couch and walked over a shelf containing several thick binders. She picked a one bound in white leather as thick as a phone book.
She gathered the women around her and set the book on the ottoman.
"Ladies, these are my wedding pictures," Monica said.
"Let me tell you how I gained control of my men and my household," Monica continued
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Monica and Joe met in high school and fell in love. They married when he was 22 and she was 21.
Joe was a strapping young man. He was in Physical Education and played practically every sport. He started playing in minor league baseball in West Michigan and hoped to make it big one day in the majors.
Monica was studying Criminology and planned to join the police force. She immediately became pregnant and had Adrian when she was 22 and Eric the following year.
Everything appeared to be track. At 25 years old, Joe was fast become a rising star in the minors. Monica entered the police force and was slowly going up the ranks. The boys were growing up healthy.
Until one day when Joe was driving home from a game, his car was t-boned by pick up truck driven by a drunk driver.
He fractured his right leg in three places. His major dreams were completely thrown off track. Although he was able to recover in a few months, he could not get back to his previous form.
He had to quit his dreams of making it to major league baseball. He spent his days staying at home, trying his best to be a house dad while Monica was at work.
The months changed his personality. He became increasingly bitter and hostile towards everyone around him.
At 28, for his birthday, he decided he loved alcohol. Six months later, he was up to 12 cans of beer everyday.
Meanwhile, Monica was promoted the same year. She quickly went up the ranks and became one of a handful of female police sergeants in their city.
The station had a dinner and convocation the weekend she was promoted. Through the night, Joe increasingly became inappropriate and belligerent. He must have drunk at least a tankard of beer and started making a scene.
It escalated to a point when during Monica's time to receive her commendation, Joe got up on his feet and started hooting and hollering.
Several police officers attempted to pull Joe away but he started throwing punches. The party ended up abruptly when Joe had to be put down on the ground and handcuffed.
The department let Joe go after about two hours sobered him up enough to get up. Monica was completely embarrassed but was reassured by everyone. They all felt bad for her and actually even for him. They knew about his once promising career and felt sorry.
Monica drove Joe home that night. When they arrived home, they paid the babysitter and let her go home. The kids were asleep.
Joe was still tipsy and started to rant.
"You let me get handcuffed by your fucking boyfriends!" Joe yelled.
Monica tried to reason with him.
"You're probably fucking all of them!" He accused.
Monica walked away again that night like every other night he gets drunk. She went to the kitchen shaking with fear and anger.
She sat down on a chair and waited for everything to settle down. She did not notice Joe followed her to the kitchen and stood right behind her.
She was startled when she turned her head and saw her husband looming over her. He was tall and muscular and was giant compared to her 5'6" frame.
Before she could scream, he was on her. He lifted her body by her armpits off from the chair and backed her against the wall.
He had her up against the wall with his left forearm pressing on her neck. He was busy unbuckling his belt with his right hand.
She was squirming and tried to free herself from his choke hold. She saw his eyes were bloodshot from the booze and anger. He was out of control.
He had his trousers down to the floor. His penis was already erect and jutted upwards through the fly of his boxer shorts.
He lifted her skirt up and tore down her panties in one violent move.
She was losing her breath from his choke hold. She felt him penetrate her dry vagina. She fell limp in his left arm.
His left arm could no longer hold her weight up. He eased up the pressure. She fell on the floor and landed on both knees in front of his naked crotch.
His lust grew when he saw his police officer wife on her knees in front him. He lowered his shorts down and freed his cock and balls.
He was a big man with a big penis. He had an 8-inch long penis, thick and veiny, with low hanging balls.
Monica was breathing and coughing hard. Her throat has spasmed from his hold and she was trying to suck air in to prevent from collapsing.
She felt his hand on the back of her head and pull her mouth towards his erect penis.
There had been a steady escalation in the violence in the household. Over the past two years, he has started to yell at her with increasing frequency and anger. She was pushed away the first time last June. He slapped her once two weeks later.
Their sex life also had become one-sided. He mostly tops her whenever he felt the urge even if she did not consent.
Monica recognized the signs but stayed in denial. She never really felt the danger until tonight.
Between his legs, she saw her two boys standing at the other end of the kitchen.
It was time to regain control, she decided that night. She would not let anyone destroy her family including her husband.
She looked up and saw him staring down at her. She looked down and saw his cock and balls only a few inches from her face.
She took the matter in her hands. She grabbed both his balls with her hands and squeezed each orb with all her might.
He squealed like a pig and tried to free himself from her clutch. He made a few steps backwards. She had his balls in a tight vice-like grip and refused to let go. She could feel each smooth ball in his scrotum change shape in her palms.
He stumbled back, tripped by the trousers between his ankles. He landed hard on his butt.
Monica never let up. She followed him as he went down and kept her grip on his balls.
He screamed, "Let go! Let go! Let go!" He grabbed her hands and tried to pry them off his genitals.
Monica used her strong legs as leverage and pulled on his scrotum with all her might.
"Eeeeeeee!" his reached a higher octave.
"From now on, there will be a change in this house! Do you understand? No longer is this house going be ruled by the one wearing the pants!" she growled..."Who has the balls gets to rule! And I have yours in my hands!"
Joe was delirious with pain. He was on the ground with his wife between his legs. Each time he made a move, his wife increased the pressure in her grip. He felt a deep and dull ache start from his testicles and spread to his rectum and up his bowels. He felt like throwing up.
Monica adjusted her grip and held his scrotum with her left hand by it base. His large balls bulged out from her grip. She could see each individual orb trying to pop out from his sack.
"Who has the balls in this house?" she growled..."Answer me!"
Joe was too nauseated to answer. He flailed his arms from side to side and started to tap the kitchen floor.
Monica started to lift his pelvis by his balls. They were now angry red in color.
"Who has the balls in this house?" she looked at him straight in the eye.
He refused to answer.
Monica made a fist with her right hand and aimed for his balls.
Joe saw what she was planning and tried to get up in panic. He propped his upper body with his elbows and tried to get on his knees.
Monica drove her fist down and found her target. She felt his testicles flatten between her grip and her fist. It made an ugly bony sound.
"Eeeeeeee!" Joe fell on the floor again.
"Answer me!" She punched his balls again.
Joe was squirming on the kitchen floor. He was mad with pain and could not comprehend any of this.
Monica saw his balls were starting to swell up. The red color was now turning into purple.
"Answer me!" This time she used the heel of her right palm and started to grind his testicles on her closed left fist.
She felt his testicles roll around in his scrotum like slippery balls trying to escape her wrath. She was able to isolate his right orb and put pressure on it.
"Arrrgggh!" He screamed, now in a deep resonant voice.
"Who has the balls in this house?" She felt his right ball flatten but still resisting the pressure.
Joe's eye roll behind his head. He still would not concede. He had his balls in his wife's left hand. He turned his head to his left and saw his two little boys watching in silence.
Monica continued her pressure on his right testicle. This time she used her right thumb and started pressing on his right ball. She could feel her thumb making an indentation in the middle of his egg-shaped testicle.
"Answer me!" She dug her thumbnail into his scrotal skin and into his right testicle. She felt something start to tear underneath. She screwed her nail deeper and yelled..."Who has the balls in this house?"
Joe's mouth started to froth. He tasted bile. His abdominal wall started to spasm.
Monica gave her thumb one last push. She felt something give. His right testicle made a soft farting sound as her nail punctured the scrotum and penetrated its meat.
"Answer me!" She demanded.
"You!" His voice rattled. Projectile vomit came up from his gut. A mixture of beer and steak covered his chest.
Monica finally let go of him.
He laid their on the kitchen floor, half conscious, with his legs slightly spread apart. His penis was now flaccid. It lay meekly on his belly. His testicles were swollen and looked completely inflated. There was blood dripping from where she tore his right nut. His scrotum has turned deep purple in color with blood collecting internally.
Their children saw the product of her wrath and figured for themselves the answer to her question.
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The girls sat in silence as Monica told her story.
Monica stated that she took her husband to the hospital the next day. She made up a story about Joe climbing a tree and falling, hitting his groin on a branch on his way down. Joe was too embarrassed to contradict her.
He require surgery to repair his ruptured ball. He had a drain inserted in his scrotum for days.
He was sent home almost healed. His right ball still ached even to this day when cold water hits it.
Joe still did not immediately completely change his attitude even with a broken ball.
"That was the first among many nights of power struggle between us," Monica said.
She stated Joe was a like a wild horse that needed to be broken. It took several weeks but eventually he relented.
The domination was absolute. She was on top in every aspect of their lives. She controlled their finances. She decided where they spent their vacations. She dictated when they had sex.
But it was beneficial. She ran the family and he did was he was told.
She ordered him to go back to work and he did . He started to straighten out his life and in the process sobered up for his family.
Part of winning the struggle and maintaining her dominant position is to keep her psychological advantage. She required her husband to be submissive. He had to walk around naked all the time in the house and must be able to present his genitals to her for inspection any time she wanted.
She said she developed a system to determine whether he has been masturbating without her knowledge. She would hold each ball in her hands and grabbed them this way and that. She felt their cords and tested their plumpness. She meted out severe punishment if she found out he jerked off without permission. She would have him lay on the floor, spread his legs apart and kick him in the balls whenever he was caught. But her system was a total sham. She pretended she knew, but it was only part of her psychological warfare to keep him under her complete control.
The three girls were flushed with excitement and embarrassment.
"Aren't you scared you would damage him permanently?" Virginia asked.
"Part of the training is to know when to stop. If he loses his testicles, I lose my advantage," Monica answered.
"But if I did that to my son, I may ruin my chances of being a grandmother," Kathleen said.
Monica was ready for that question. She grabbed another book from a nearby shelf.
"Home Cryo Systems" The cover read.
"You save up for the future," Monica smiled.
The girls now really got interested. Monica apparently had one room in the house equipped with a liquid nitrogen freezer. She has vials in there containing semen from her husband and her two sons.
"This gives me peace of mind that I may still have a grand daughter in the future," Monica said.
"And you ladies are in a bit of luck. My boys have volunteered to show you how to best discipline them." Monica said.
"But before that, they will show you how they make a deposit in our own savings bank..." she added.
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Dinner was pleasant. Conversation involved work and school and how nice the summer has been. Jennifer felt slightly uneasy but at the same time excited to learn how to discipline strong men.
After dinner, the ladies were led by Monica back into the media room. She instructed them to sit on the couch and wait.
After a few minutes, the door opened, and in walked Joe, Adrian, and Eric, completely balls out naked.
They stood in front of the girls in a straight line. Joe was on one end, Adrian was in the middle, and Eric was on the other end.
The girls immediately noticed the similarity in their faces. The boys had their father's eyes and square jaws. Their builts were similar, all muscular, with broad shoulders, and narrow waists. Their chests were built. Joe had fur covering most of his chest. The boys were completely smooth. Joe sported a slightly larger belly but still had evidence of strong rectus abdominis muscles. They each sported muscular lines that started from their hips towards their genitals...cum gutters or Apollo's belts. Their muscular legs were thick and covered with fine fur.
The difference laid on their genitals. The three men sported full erections. Each one packed a heavy load, but it appeared that with each generation, improvements occurred.
Joe had an 8-inch circumcised penis. It stood erect, pointing 45 degrees upwards. It had angry veins running up and down its shaft. The head was relatively small compared to its fat body. His balls hung low and contained golf-sized testicles.
Adrian, the 17-year-old, had a larger penis. It must have been 9 inches long, was smooth and barely had veins. It was fatter than his father's shaft. It also stood erect, but almost parallel to the ground. His balls were the size of large chicken eggs and hung even lower than his father's.
Eric, the youngest of the men, had the biggest cock and balls of the three. It was a foot long hard. A single vein ran on across the dorsum of the shaft. Its glans was the size of a small apple. It was the thickest of the three penises. It was heavy that it slightly drooped towards the floor even when stiff. His balls were the size of lemons and hung low almost to his knees.
The women sat breathless. Their eyes were glued to the men's bodies.
Monica handed each lady a vial and gave them instructions. Jennifer gets to train with the first one to come, Virginia, the second, and Kathleen, the last.
"Begin," Monica said in a soft voice.
Each man grabbed his penis and started to masturbate. It was interesting how each had a different technique. Joe used his right hand and pumped his shaft in a fast clip. Adrian was more slow and deliberate and stroked his shaft from the base to the tip. Eric used both hands and pumped his penis with twisting motions.
Each man involuntarily bucked their hips as if fucking their hands. Their eyes were all closed in concentration. Deep guttural sounds emanated from each. Their collective breaths started to go faster.
After about two minutes, Eric started to groan.."I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come.."
Jennifer got on her feet and placed the open vial in front of Eric's large dick.
Eric came with a low groan. Creamy white semen spurted out from his penis into the vial. He squirted at least seven times before he stopped his hands from jerking.
Jeniffer saw he almost filled up the 50 mL vial with his fluid. She closed the vial with a screw top lid and handed it to Monica.
A few seconds later, it was Adrian who started to groan. Virginia got up and readied herself.
"HAWRRR!" Adrian growled loudly. His semen spurted out and splashed at the bottom of the vial. He came three to four times. Virginia was happy with the collection.
Joe took longer. It must have been five minutes before he showed signs he was close. Kathleen decided she would help. She held Joe's loosely hanging balls with her right hand and squeezed them gently while he jerked off.
"More..." Joe said.
Kathleen added more pressure and fell his full balls in her grip.
The increased pain in his balls sent pleasure waves to Joe's brain. He started to buck his hips furiously and came. His semen were long ropes that spread everywhere. It landed on the carpet, on Kathleen's hair, on her dress.
She forgot to collect his seed. She stood up flustered and apologized.
Monica laughed and reassured her. Joe had saved up enough semen. She does not need any of his any longer.
Monica took the two vials and went into the next room.
The boys stood there, breathless, with their penises starting to soften. Semen dripped from each tip.
Monica returned.."Now we learn how to discipline men."
She instructed each lady to stand in front of their assigned men.
Jennifer stood in front of Eric. Virginia stood in front of Adrian. Kathleen stood in front of Joe.
"Remember, ladies...whoever has the balls rules the house...tonight you learn how to gain yours!" Monica said.
He first got into trouble at 14 when he prank called a local girl who lost her mother. He threatened to rape her over the telephone. This sent the little girl to the psychiatric hospital. He was eventually caught through phone records. Because of his age, he was placed on probation until he was an adult.
This did not deter him. He has become the local bully. He picked on boys and girls in his school and neighborhood. He formed a group with two other boys his age and together became the local terror.
One time, she caught him in their backyard laying on his back while Julia, a 12-year-old next door neighbor was giving him a blowjob.
Jennifer froze and did not know what to do.
She was at her wits end. She has tried counselling, mentoring, and even a court-appointed psychiatrist. Matt appeared to behave a few days after each intervention but would quickly go back to his terror tear.
This time, she enlisted the help from the mothers of the two other boys in Matt's gang.
Jennifer is part of a women's group whose activities included working out in the gym, fund raising for several causes, and learning self defense. They decided to talk to a local female police commander how to best approach these out of control boys.
Commander Monica has been in the township police department for years. She has been known to be a no nonsense officer and had a reputation to be a real ballbuster.
The mothers met up with her a month ago. They heard what they did not want to hear. Monica felt the mothers have become push overs. They let their children run their homes. The fathers were not helpful because all of them were divorced. They needed to take matters into their own hands.
She invited the mothers to come to her house one weekend to observe how she ran her home. Monica is married to her husband, Joseph, a coach of the high school football team. They have two sons, Adrian, 17 years old, and Eric, 16 years old.
Both sons are doing well in school. They have straight As, participate in football, track, wrestling, and sailing, and popular in school. Her husband was well loved and was voted teacher of the year.
But their household only became that way through strict discipline.
They came to visit Saturday afternoon. The ladies were welcomed by Joe, Monica's husband. He was in his early forties, about 6 feet in height, burly, with muscular arms and legs, and a tiny hint of a paunch. He was wearing a polo shirt and bermuda shorts. He smiled when he opened the door and let them through the immaculate home and out into the backyard overlooking the water and Sugar Island in the distance.
The boys were already busy tending to the grill. Adrian was a handsome young man, taller than his father, with blond hair and blue eyes. His physique was obvious underneath his tight white shirt. He was also wearing tan bermuda shorts that accentuated his muscular buttocks and heavy crotch.
The younger Eric was even more gorgeous. He was about 5'10" tall but had a more muscular build. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and beautiful teeth. He was wearing a tank top and loose board
shorts.
Monica was busy setting up the table. She welcomed the the three ladies and had them sit on the lounge chairs.
"Jennifer. Virginia. Kathleen." she introduced the women to the boys.
Joe came over with a bottle of champagne and handed glasses to the ladies. He popped the cork and poured the wine in each glass.
They chatted about small things around the island. The women were amazed how the household appeared to be ran by Monica. The men were extremely polite and catered to their every needs. Joe was especially attentive and made sure their drinks were topped off. He served them a plate of cheese, crackers, radishes, pate, boiled potatoes, and aioli dip.
Dinner should be ready in about an hour. The men are preparing steaks and grilled vegetables.
After she felt the girls have loosened up from the alcohol, Monica stood up and invited them to join her in the home media room.
The women followed her to a well-appointed room with a large screen TV on one wall. The ladies found their places on comfortable deep-cushioned seats.
Monica dimmed the lights, slipped a DVD, and turned on the TV.
The video was titled Female Supremacy. The guests were half expecting a fetish/dominatrix film but were surprised that the women in the film appeared to be regular women, wives, mothers, sisters,
daughters. The first half of the film dealt with men as the sole source of most violent crimes, wars, and unrest. The second half showed testimonies of women taking back the power from men by quelling their violent tendencies.
Discipline begins at home. And women should enforce them. It is hoped by the video that a ripple effect will start from the household and eventually the rest of society once the Female Supremacy movement has gained more and more recruits.
The three women looked at Monica with shocked eyes. They all were pleasantly surprised that there were kindred women out there who are tired of being run over by their husbands, children, bosses, and men in general.
"But how do we control them?" Each of them asked Monica almost at the same time.
"That's why you are here this afternoon, ladies. But you have to promise me that you will have open minds to my brand of disciple." Monica said.
The ladies answered yes in unison.
Monica got up from her couch and walked over a shelf containing several thick binders. She picked a one bound in white leather as thick as a phone book.
She gathered the women around her and set the book on the ottoman.
"Ladies, these are my wedding pictures," Monica said.
"Let me tell you how I gained control of my men and my household," Monica continued
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Monica and Joe met in high school and fell in love. They married when he was 22 and she was 21.
Joe was a strapping young man. He was in Physical Education and played practically every sport. He started playing in minor league baseball in West Michigan and hoped to make it big one day in the majors.
Monica was studying Criminology and planned to join the police force. She immediately became pregnant and had Adrian when she was 22 and Eric the following year.
Everything appeared to be track. At 25 years old, Joe was fast become a rising star in the minors. Monica entered the police force and was slowly going up the ranks. The boys were growing up healthy.
Until one day when Joe was driving home from a game, his car was t-boned by pick up truck driven by a drunk driver.
He fractured his right leg in three places. His major dreams were completely thrown off track. Although he was able to recover in a few months, he could not get back to his previous form.
He had to quit his dreams of making it to major league baseball. He spent his days staying at home, trying his best to be a house dad while Monica was at work.
The months changed his personality. He became increasingly bitter and hostile towards everyone around him.
At 28, for his birthday, he decided he loved alcohol. Six months later, he was up to 12 cans of beer everyday.
Meanwhile, Monica was promoted the same year. She quickly went up the ranks and became one of a handful of female police sergeants in their city.
The station had a dinner and convocation the weekend she was promoted. Through the night, Joe increasingly became inappropriate and belligerent. He must have drunk at least a tankard of beer and started making a scene.
It escalated to a point when during Monica's time to receive her commendation, Joe got up on his feet and started hooting and hollering.
Several police officers attempted to pull Joe away but he started throwing punches. The party ended up abruptly when Joe had to be put down on the ground and handcuffed.
The department let Joe go after about two hours sobered him up enough to get up. Monica was completely embarrassed but was reassured by everyone. They all felt bad for her and actually even for him. They knew about his once promising career and felt sorry.
Monica drove Joe home that night. When they arrived home, they paid the babysitter and let her go home. The kids were asleep.
Joe was still tipsy and started to rant.
"You let me get handcuffed by your fucking boyfriends!" Joe yelled.
Monica tried to reason with him.
"You're probably fucking all of them!" He accused.
Monica walked away again that night like every other night he gets drunk. She went to the kitchen shaking with fear and anger.
She sat down on a chair and waited for everything to settle down. She did not notice Joe followed her to the kitchen and stood right behind her.
She was startled when she turned her head and saw her husband looming over her. He was tall and muscular and was giant compared to her 5'6" frame.
Before she could scream, he was on her. He lifted her body by her armpits off from the chair and backed her against the wall.
He had her up against the wall with his left forearm pressing on her neck. He was busy unbuckling his belt with his right hand.
She was squirming and tried to free herself from his choke hold. She saw his eyes were bloodshot from the booze and anger. He was out of control.
He had his trousers down to the floor. His penis was already erect and jutted upwards through the fly of his boxer shorts.
He lifted her skirt up and tore down her panties in one violent move.
She was losing her breath from his choke hold. She felt him penetrate her dry vagina. She fell limp in his left arm.
His left arm could no longer hold her weight up. He eased up the pressure. She fell on the floor and landed on both knees in front of his naked crotch.
His lust grew when he saw his police officer wife on her knees in front him. He lowered his shorts down and freed his cock and balls.
He was a big man with a big penis. He had an 8-inch long penis, thick and veiny, with low hanging balls.
Monica was breathing and coughing hard. Her throat has spasmed from his hold and she was trying to suck air in to prevent from collapsing.
She felt his hand on the back of her head and pull her mouth towards his erect penis.
There had been a steady escalation in the violence in the household. Over the past two years, he has started to yell at her with increasing frequency and anger. She was pushed away the first time last June. He slapped her once two weeks later.
Their sex life also had become one-sided. He mostly tops her whenever he felt the urge even if she did not consent.
Monica recognized the signs but stayed in denial. She never really felt the danger until tonight.
Between his legs, she saw her two boys standing at the other end of the kitchen.
It was time to regain control, she decided that night. She would not let anyone destroy her family including her husband.
She looked up and saw him staring down at her. She looked down and saw his cock and balls only a few inches from her face.
She took the matter in her hands. She grabbed both his balls with her hands and squeezed each orb with all her might.
He squealed like a pig and tried to free himself from her clutch. He made a few steps backwards. She had his balls in a tight vice-like grip and refused to let go. She could feel each smooth ball in his scrotum change shape in her palms.
He stumbled back, tripped by the trousers between his ankles. He landed hard on his butt.
Monica never let up. She followed him as he went down and kept her grip on his balls.
He screamed, "Let go! Let go! Let go!" He grabbed her hands and tried to pry them off his genitals.
Monica used her strong legs as leverage and pulled on his scrotum with all her might.
"Eeeeeeee!" his reached a higher octave.
"From now on, there will be a change in this house! Do you understand? No longer is this house going be ruled by the one wearing the pants!" she growled..."Who has the balls gets to rule! And I have yours in my hands!"
Joe was delirious with pain. He was on the ground with his wife between his legs. Each time he made a move, his wife increased the pressure in her grip. He felt a deep and dull ache start from his testicles and spread to his rectum and up his bowels. He felt like throwing up.
Monica adjusted her grip and held his scrotum with her left hand by it base. His large balls bulged out from her grip. She could see each individual orb trying to pop out from his sack.
"Who has the balls in this house?" she growled..."Answer me!"
Joe was too nauseated to answer. He flailed his arms from side to side and started to tap the kitchen floor.
Monica started to lift his pelvis by his balls. They were now angry red in color.
"Who has the balls in this house?" she looked at him straight in the eye.
He refused to answer.
Monica made a fist with her right hand and aimed for his balls.
Joe saw what she was planning and tried to get up in panic. He propped his upper body with his elbows and tried to get on his knees.
Monica drove her fist down and found her target. She felt his testicles flatten between her grip and her fist. It made an ugly bony sound.
"Eeeeeeee!" Joe fell on the floor again.
"Answer me!" She punched his balls again.
Joe was squirming on the kitchen floor. He was mad with pain and could not comprehend any of this.
Monica saw his balls were starting to swell up. The red color was now turning into purple.
"Answer me!" This time she used the heel of her right palm and started to grind his testicles on her closed left fist.
She felt his testicles roll around in his scrotum like slippery balls trying to escape her wrath. She was able to isolate his right orb and put pressure on it.
"Arrrgggh!" He screamed, now in a deep resonant voice.
"Who has the balls in this house?" She felt his right ball flatten but still resisting the pressure.
Joe's eye roll behind his head. He still would not concede. He had his balls in his wife's left hand. He turned his head to his left and saw his two little boys watching in silence.
Monica continued her pressure on his right testicle. This time she used her right thumb and started pressing on his right ball. She could feel her thumb making an indentation in the middle of his egg-shaped testicle.
"Answer me!" She dug her thumbnail into his scrotal skin and into his right testicle. She felt something start to tear underneath. She screwed her nail deeper and yelled..."Who has the balls in this house?"
Joe's mouth started to froth. He tasted bile. His abdominal wall started to spasm.
Monica gave her thumb one last push. She felt something give. His right testicle made a soft farting sound as her nail punctured the scrotum and penetrated its meat.
"Answer me!" She demanded.
"You!" His voice rattled. Projectile vomit came up from his gut. A mixture of beer and steak covered his chest.
Monica finally let go of him.
He laid their on the kitchen floor, half conscious, with his legs slightly spread apart. His penis was now flaccid. It lay meekly on his belly. His testicles were swollen and looked completely inflated. There was blood dripping from where she tore his right nut. His scrotum has turned deep purple in color with blood collecting internally.
Their children saw the product of her wrath and figured for themselves the answer to her question.
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The girls sat in silence as Monica told her story.
Monica stated that she took her husband to the hospital the next day. She made up a story about Joe climbing a tree and falling, hitting his groin on a branch on his way down. Joe was too embarrassed to contradict her.
He require surgery to repair his ruptured ball. He had a drain inserted in his scrotum for days.
He was sent home almost healed. His right ball still ached even to this day when cold water hits it.
Joe still did not immediately completely change his attitude even with a broken ball.
"That was the first among many nights of power struggle between us," Monica said.
She stated Joe was a like a wild horse that needed to be broken. It took several weeks but eventually he relented.
The domination was absolute. She was on top in every aspect of their lives. She controlled their finances. She decided where they spent their vacations. She dictated when they had sex.
But it was beneficial. She ran the family and he did was he was told.
She ordered him to go back to work and he did . He started to straighten out his life and in the process sobered up for his family.
Part of winning the struggle and maintaining her dominant position is to keep her psychological advantage. She required her husband to be submissive. He had to walk around naked all the time in the house and must be able to present his genitals to her for inspection any time she wanted.
She said she developed a system to determine whether he has been masturbating without her knowledge. She would hold each ball in her hands and grabbed them this way and that. She felt their cords and tested their plumpness. She meted out severe punishment if she found out he jerked off without permission. She would have him lay on the floor, spread his legs apart and kick him in the balls whenever he was caught. But her system was a total sham. She pretended she knew, but it was only part of her psychological warfare to keep him under her complete control.
The three girls were flushed with excitement and embarrassment.
"Aren't you scared you would damage him permanently?" Virginia asked.
"Part of the training is to know when to stop. If he loses his testicles, I lose my advantage," Monica answered.
"But if I did that to my son, I may ruin my chances of being a grandmother," Kathleen said.
Monica was ready for that question. She grabbed another book from a nearby shelf.
"Home Cryo Systems" The cover read.
"You save up for the future," Monica smiled.
The girls now really got interested. Monica apparently had one room in the house equipped with a liquid nitrogen freezer. She has vials in there containing semen from her husband and her two sons.
"This gives me peace of mind that I may still have a grand daughter in the future," Monica said.
"And you ladies are in a bit of luck. My boys have volunteered to show you how to best discipline them." Monica said.
"But before that, they will show you how they make a deposit in our own savings bank..." she added.
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Dinner was pleasant. Conversation involved work and school and how nice the summer has been. Jennifer felt slightly uneasy but at the same time excited to learn how to discipline strong men.
After dinner, the ladies were led by Monica back into the media room. She instructed them to sit on the couch and wait.
After a few minutes, the door opened, and in walked Joe, Adrian, and Eric, completely balls out naked.
They stood in front of the girls in a straight line. Joe was on one end, Adrian was in the middle, and Eric was on the other end.
The girls immediately noticed the similarity in their faces. The boys had their father's eyes and square jaws. Their builts were similar, all muscular, with broad shoulders, and narrow waists. Their chests were built. Joe had fur covering most of his chest. The boys were completely smooth. Joe sported a slightly larger belly but still had evidence of strong rectus abdominis muscles. They each sported muscular lines that started from their hips towards their genitals...cum gutters or Apollo's belts. Their muscular legs were thick and covered with fine fur.
The difference laid on their genitals. The three men sported full erections. Each one packed a heavy load, but it appeared that with each generation, improvements occurred.
Joe had an 8-inch circumcised penis. It stood erect, pointing 45 degrees upwards. It had angry veins running up and down its shaft. The head was relatively small compared to its fat body. His balls hung low and contained golf-sized testicles.
Adrian, the 17-year-old, had a larger penis. It must have been 9 inches long, was smooth and barely had veins. It was fatter than his father's shaft. It also stood erect, but almost parallel to the ground. His balls were the size of large chicken eggs and hung even lower than his father's.
Eric, the youngest of the men, had the biggest cock and balls of the three. It was a foot long hard. A single vein ran on across the dorsum of the shaft. Its glans was the size of a small apple. It was the thickest of the three penises. It was heavy that it slightly drooped towards the floor even when stiff. His balls were the size of lemons and hung low almost to his knees.
The women sat breathless. Their eyes were glued to the men's bodies.
Monica handed each lady a vial and gave them instructions. Jennifer gets to train with the first one to come, Virginia, the second, and Kathleen, the last.
"Begin," Monica said in a soft voice.
Each man grabbed his penis and started to masturbate. It was interesting how each had a different technique. Joe used his right hand and pumped his shaft in a fast clip. Adrian was more slow and deliberate and stroked his shaft from the base to the tip. Eric used both hands and pumped his penis with twisting motions.
Each man involuntarily bucked their hips as if fucking their hands. Their eyes were all closed in concentration. Deep guttural sounds emanated from each. Their collective breaths started to go faster.
After about two minutes, Eric started to groan.."I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come.."
Jennifer got on her feet and placed the open vial in front of Eric's large dick.
Eric came with a low groan. Creamy white semen spurted out from his penis into the vial. He squirted at least seven times before he stopped his hands from jerking.
Jeniffer saw he almost filled up the 50 mL vial with his fluid. She closed the vial with a screw top lid and handed it to Monica.
A few seconds later, it was Adrian who started to groan. Virginia got up and readied herself.
"HAWRRR!" Adrian growled loudly. His semen spurted out and splashed at the bottom of the vial. He came three to four times. Virginia was happy with the collection.
Joe took longer. It must have been five minutes before he showed signs he was close. Kathleen decided she would help. She held Joe's loosely hanging balls with her right hand and squeezed them gently while he jerked off.
"More..." Joe said.
Kathleen added more pressure and fell his full balls in her grip.
The increased pain in his balls sent pleasure waves to Joe's brain. He started to buck his hips furiously and came. His semen were long ropes that spread everywhere. It landed on the carpet, on Kathleen's hair, on her dress.
She forgot to collect his seed. She stood up flustered and apologized.
Monica laughed and reassured her. Joe had saved up enough semen. She does not need any of his any longer.
Monica took the two vials and went into the next room.
The boys stood there, breathless, with their penises starting to soften. Semen dripped from each tip.
Monica returned.."Now we learn how to discipline men."
She instructed each lady to stand in front of their assigned men.
Jennifer stood in front of Eric. Virginia stood in front of Adrian. Kathleen stood in front of Joe.
"Remember, ladies...whoever has the balls rules the house...tonight you learn how to gain yours!" Monica said.
SO AWESOME! I can't wait till she rules her sons balls!!
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