The Fifth Challenge
by Bastige
This time, her roommate fights her friend.


"So, he's always naked?" My friend Lacey asked, grinning as my roommate
served drinks.

"Well, he's been naked for over two months now, since he won't stop
challenging me," I snorted, sipping my G&T. My roommate flushed in shame.
I idly watched his dick swing back and forth as he bent to hand drinks to
my other friends, Sandra and Carly.

"So, let me get this straight," said Carly. "Every time he challenges
you, you fight, and if you win, the clock resets and he has to be your
naked slave for a month after that."

"Yup," I grinned. "And he can challenge me again after a week."

"But you have to be naked when you fight him." Lacey was grinning
mischevously.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's no big deal. He seems to like it, though, for
the two minutes before I send his balls up through his nose."

At this, a look of anger flashed across my roommate's face as he stood
there waiting to serve us. And I could have sworn I saw his dick twitch
just a tiny bit...

"Can we see you fight him?" Lacey begged.

I laughed. "I'd love to, but he has to challenge me," I told them.
Turning to him, I asked "So, you ready for another round of testicular
trauma?"

He seemed to almost go for it - the remnants of his once-cocky macho
personality - but I saw him stifle it, and he replied nonchalantly, "I
think I'll pass."

"Boooo!" Lacey said, giving a thumbs down and tossing her blonde hair.
"Come on, we want to see a fight!"

"Yeah," agreed Carly, "Come on, it won't be too embarrassing. Just
getting your nuts kicked in front of a bunch of girls."

He just gave a little smile. They razzed him a little more, but he was
unmoving. Then Carly said:

"Hey, what if you fight one of us instead?"

He perked up at that suggestion.

"Wait a sec," I countered. "No. Does that mean if you lose I'll have to
switch and be HIS naked slave for a month? Hell no."

"How about Sandra?" Lacey suggested. "She's a self-defense instructor."

We looked at the laconic Sandra, lounging on the couch at the far side of
the room. She shook her head and gave a little smile. "Sorry, girls," she
demurred. "I don't do naked demonstrations."

Now Lacey and Carly's heckling was turned on Sandra, who grew more and
more embarrassed until she said "Well, ask him. Is he willing to do it?"

They turned back toward my roommate, who shrugged. "On one condition," he
declared, looking at Sandra coolly. "No groin grabs or kicks allowed."

Sandra snorted. "How about punches?" Lacey chirped brightly.

"None of those either," he smiled. "Anything else is fair game."

We all looked at Sandra, and I started to feel worry creeping into the
pit of my stomach. She was tough, but without groin strikes could she
take down a man twice her size and trained in wrestling?

"Can you do it, Sandra?" Carly asked.

"Yeah," Sandra said, staring into my roommate's eyes. "Sure. It's on."

Lacey and Carly cheered. We moved stuff out of the living room to create
a big open space for the two to fight. My roommate watched Sandra with a
little smile. She glowered at him and reluctantly removed her top and
khakis, with Lacey and Carly cheering her on. But there she stopped.

"Hey, you have to be totally naked!" Carly protested.

"Yeah!" agreed Lacey. "Strip, Sandra, strip!"

My roommate made a "go ahead" gesture, and Sandra's eyes flashed with
anger. At this point she was merely responding to the goading of the
crowd, but she peeled off her panties and undid the clasp of her bra, and
stood there stretching in the nude as the other girls cheered her on.
Sandra was slimmer than me, being half-Thai as she was. She had tawny
skin, short dark hair, small breasts, and very well-defined, muscular
glutes. Like me, she wore her pubic hair in a thin landing strip. Sandra
was a self-defense instructor, and it showed in the wiry tone of her
muscles. My roommate blanched a little when he saw what good shape she
was in.

Sandra turned to Lacey, Carly, and me. "This situation," she said, "may
occur if the rapist manages to strip off your clothes, and takes off his,
but then you manage to get out of his grasp."

"Can't you just grab the rapist's balls and crush them?" Lacey inquired
sweetly.

"Yes, but you should never rely only on one strike," Sandra cautioned.

"Here comes the rapist," Carly pointed out. My roommate was bouncing on
his toes (which did interesting things to his male parts), ready to
begin.

Sandra turned to face my roommate, a look of disdain on her face. "You
ready?" she asked. "Come at me any time you like."

He rushed her, and I felt a stab of apprehension, seeing their difference
in size. If Sandra got cocky and lost, I'd be the one enduring a month
(or, more realistically, a week) of nude humiliation. My fate was
entirely in her hands.

My roommate grabbed for Sandra, but she sidestepped and punched him in
the face. He staggered back and regained his composure; the punch hadn't
been that hard. Sandra danced back and lifted her fists again. I noticed
how her small breasts bounced as she moved. Mine were twice that size,
and I'm sure they had much more bounce during my fights with my roommate.
Suddenly I felt more shame than I ever had before, a slow blush creeping
all over my body as I realized just how much my macho roommate had been
able to see of me.

Sandra, keeping her slender, well-muscled legs wide apart, circled my
roommate, who feinted at her a couple times. She didn't take the bait. He
came at her with his own legs spread wide, the stance in which he was
used to fighting, that I had made him give up by going for his balls.
Now, he figured, he was safe. His dick and balls hung between his legs
like an invitation, but Sandra had promised not to attack him there.

My roommate feinted again, and suddenly Sandra's fist flashed out and
jabbed him in the face. He reeled, stunned, as she kicked him in the side
(flashing us all her crotch as she did so). He struck out at her, but
clumsily, and Sandra stepped in and delivered an upward elbow that he
barely managed to block. Then, with her other hand, she reached down
and...

I didn't quite see what she did, but my roommate instantly bucked at the
waist and took several steps back, half doubling over and bringing one
hand down to his crotch. He looked at Sandra wide-eyed, as she backed up
and stood there with her fingers making "OK" signs.

"No nut shots!" my roommate grunted.

"You said no grabbing, kicking, or punching," Sandra taunted him. "You
didn't say anything about flicking."

I laughed out loud. Lacey and Carly made "Oooooooo" sounds. My roommate
blanched.

"Come on, big guy," Sandra taunted, bouncing on her toes, nude and
athletic and deadly. "One little flick can't hurt that much."

My roommate recovered, and advanced on her more cautiously. She danced
around, reaching out to slap him in the face a couple times. She was much
faster than he was, and he was keeping his crotch well out of the way of
the possibility of flicking fingers.

Suddenly he lunged for her legs, and she danced away, but too slowly to
avoid his grasp. He grabbed one of her shins, and she went down, but as
she did so she brought an elbow down against his collarbone, making him
gasp in pain. He grabbed with his other arm and shoved her, flailing, to
the ground. I gasped as he cruelly squeezed one of her small breasts in
one hand, returning some of the humiliation she had visited upon him, but
she fought through the pain and kneed him repeatedly in the hip. He
twisted, and she freed one hand and jabbed him in the throat. That made
him recoil, and he spread his legs wide as he rotated for a more
advantageous position. Sandra didn't miss a beat, thrusting her free hand
down and flicking out with her middle finger.

This time we could see the flicks, since my roommate's position exposed
his crotch directly to the audience. Her first flick missed, and my
roommate sensed his vulnerability and began to close his legs, but it was
too late. She had found her range, and the next two strong flicks landed
visibly on his left testicle. He bellowed and struck out, punching her in
the head and rolling away. She was rocked by the punch, but got up before
him. Lacey and Carly were cheering wildly.

Sandra, contrary to my usual taunting approach, gave my roommate no time
to recover. As he struggled to his feet, face scrunched up against the
pain of the flicks and her other devastating blows, Sandra kicked him in
the face, snapping his head back. He rocked to one side, and she kicked
his left leg out from under him. as my roommate fell, Sandra lunged in,
feinted a chop to his face, and then flicked him downtown again. He gave
a shout of pain, but managed to grab Sandra's arm and throw her off
balance. As she fell forward, he reached up and hooked one arm between
her legs.

Sandra instantly brought up her knees, not used to the feeling of an
opponent's arm against her bare vagina. My roommate scrambled for a hold
with the other hand, but the testicle flicks had weakened him. Sandra
recovered her composure and reached out to grab my roommate by the ear.
She twisted cruelly, and he bellowed in pain, abandoning his hold to
grasp her arm with both hands. She took the opportunity to reach her
other arm down and hook it around his leg. Grasping him thus, she could
flick him in the balls at will, despite his efforts to clamp his legs
together. As she twisted his ear with one hand, her other hand flicked
again and again, one out of three flicks landing on my roommate's balls.
Racked with pain, he twisted her arm hard enough to break her grip on his
ear and twisted her arm around; when she broke his grip he punched her in
the face, but his strength was vastly weakened now.

Sandra staggered back and to her feet, and my roommate followed, holding
one hand over his crotch and doubling over from the pain. Sandra stepped
forward and jabbed her hands, knife-like, into his armpits, forcing him
to press them against his sides. She reached down, and with authority,
flicked him one more time on his most vulnerable piece of anatomy. This
time the flick was so strong we could hear it, an audible "thwick!"

My roommate's face scrunched up and he stood there for a moment, bent
over, his hands pitifully holding his crotch, as Sandra stepped back and
waited. Then he collapsed to his knees, paralyzed at last by the effect
of the ball flicks Sandra had given him. She slapped his face, and he
fell onto his side, holding himself.

"You give up?" she panted.

"Yeah," he managed. "I give up."

Sandra let out a long exhalation of breath, and then turned to us and
raised her fists, letting us see her in her naked, conquering glory. I
exhaled a sigh of deep relief as I realized that I would not have to
become my roommate's slave.

"And that's how you deal with a rapist," Sandra said matter-of-factly,
pulling on her clothes.

"Flick him in the balls?" Lacey asked.

"Do whatever you can to win," Sandra replied.

On the carpet behind her, my roommate got to his feet, his head hung in
shame and his hands still cradling his balls. He shuffled toward his
room.

"Hey!" I called. "Not so fast! We need a round of drinks to celebrate!"

An hour later, my friends were gone, and I was tidying up, giving my poor
roommate a break. He was lounging on the sofa, nude as always, looking
glum and still in a little bit of pain. I sauntered over to him, feeling
a twinge of sympathy for the guy.

"Well," I sighed, "Just one more month, right?"

"I can't believe she beat me so easily," he groaned, pounding the couch
with a fist.

"Come on, it was close," I soothed him, sitting next to him and reaching
out to pat him on the shoulder. I noticed, not for the first time, how
lovely a dick my naked roommate possessed. "You got your licks in."

"Whatever," he snorted. "She took me down by flicking me. Flicking me!"

"And kicking you in the head and jabbing you in the throat," I reminded
him helpfully.

"And I didn't even get to see you naked this time," he whined
plaintively.

For a second, I had the strongest urge to get up and strip for him. Then
I got a hold of myself. What was I thinking? The whole purpose of this
dominance game between me and my roommate was to break his macho-man ego,
not to give him freebies.

"Hey, you got to see Sandra naked," I reminded him. "How did she compare
to me?"

"Oh, she's MUCH hotter," he said immediately.

"Hey!" I protested, giving him a playful slap on the cheek. "Take that
back, slave!"

"She has a nicer ass for sure," he continued, smiling. "And I think I
like those small tits better than yours."

"Nice try, big guy," I chuckled. "You're not tricking me into stripping
off for you."

"Damn," he laughed. "Well, can't blame me for trying."

I laughed, and reach down to take him by his balls. He flinched, but
didn't resist.

"If I didn't have those balls," he sighed, "You girls would never beat
me."

"That's why you've got to stop challenging us," I retorted. "So you can
keep them." As I said this, I began rolling his balls around in my hand,
and his very lovely dick began to rise into a standing position. I
grinned.

"Let me wear a cup next time," he declared, "and we'll see who takes it
in the crotch?"

I almost wanted to say "Takes what in the crotch?" but restrained myself.
"You know I'll just reach under your cup and get you by the balls again,"
I taunted him, and now his dick was standing at full attention. I kissed
him playfully on the cheek. "Your balls are mine."

"For another month," he said softly, huskily.

"For another month," I agreed, and then I moved my hand from his balls to
his dick, leaning my head on his shoulder as I slid my hand slowly up and
down. I wasn't going to strip for him, but he deserved a little
comforting after that fight with Sandra.

It didn't take long for him to come, and I even managed to shoot him in
the eye with his own man-juice. I laughed at the ludicrous sight of him,
lying there naked on the couch, covered in his semen. It made me want to
kiss him again, but I restrained myself.

"So, can this be a regular thing?" he asked hopefully.

"Don't count on it, slave," I laughed, and playfully flicked his balls.

"Ouch," he said.