Bullies beaten 3
by jdean72000@yahoo.com
The girls take on the boys' fathers in an epic fight of physical and sexual domination.

[Previously: In "Bullies Beaten," two 18-year-old girls take on the bullies
Knox and Heatley, beating them up in front of their friends. Carol and her
husband Reg watched the whole thing from their house; Reg had gotten so turned
on Carol jerked him off as they watched. Then in "Hunky Husband Defeated,"
Carol challenges Reg to a fight where she beats him up and rapes him. In "Anne
Beats Boys," the two bullies try to take on Anne alone but she again she beats
them up all by herself, strips them naked and jerks them off against their
will. And in "Hunky Husband Defeated, Part 2," Carol has the two girls take on
her big, muscular husband while she invites Knox over for a surprise beating.
Both men end up getting jerked off and made to eat their own come.)

Anne and Barbara reached the house. It was big with a well-kept lawn and a
Mercedes in the front driveway. They walked around the side and quietly opened
a gate. They crept down the path between the house and the tall hedges until
they reached the backyard. Their targets were right there. The girls hung back
and peeked around the corner of the house to spy on them for a minute.

In the large yard was a lot of workout equipment - bench press sets, racks of
dumbbells, huge barbells with large iron weights on either end, medicine balls
and kettlebells. And two men were exercising - one was doing bicep curls with
dumbbells, one was lifting a barbell from his shoulders up over his head for a
military press.

The girls, viewing the men from the side, could tell they were big. The one
doing the military press was 6'4" and all chiseled muscle with no body fat. He
was wearing a white tank top that showed off his massive shoulders, thick
arms, powerful chest covered in a light brown fuzz of hair and a broad back
that tapered down to a narrow waist. His stomach muscles were so well-defined
you could see them through his shirt. His loose gym shorts hung over his
large, muscular ass and the visible bulge between his legs. He was handsome,
with thick, gingery red hair, a matching trimmed beard, pale skin and strong
bone structure.

The other man was not quite as tall but still big. He didn't even bother with
a shirt so the girls could see the dark hair covering his chest and stomach.
He was a little stockier than his workout buddy but still well defined. His
short gym shorts were stretched by his thick, muscular thighs, beefy bubble
butt and bulging crotch. He was golden tan with black, wavy hair and - his
proudest feature - a long, thick black beard that reached his chest.

Both men were grunting with effort and sweating in the hot summer sun, their
muscles glistening.

Anne and Barbara were entranced. They had been warned that these men, both in
their mid-40s, were big. And they weren't just as big, or even bigger, than
their sons. Their muscles seemed thicker somehow, their bodies denser.

"Not just big like Knox and Heatley," Carol had told them. "But, like, really
big."

Carol was their new friend who had recently invited them over to her house.
She had seen them fight the two neighborhood bullies, Knox and Heatley, and
was impressed with how quickly, efficiently and thoroughly they beat up and
humiliated the powerfully built boys. Carol then invited the girls to her
house to have their way with her big, muscular husband, Reg. Once again, the
girls were able to do what they do best - beat him up, strip him naked and
make him come multiple times against his will.

Carol now thought the girls were ready for their biggest challenge yet. Knox
and Heatley weren't just bullies by some random chance. Their fathers were
notoriously bullies themselves. They beat and ordered around both their wives
and their sons. Everyone in town seemed to know but no one said or did
anything about it for fear of getting beat up. Their sons obviously took out
their anger and frustration on whoever they could until Anne and Barbara beat
some sense into them.

Carol had thought of taking on the men herself but wasn't sure she could do it
alone. Once she saw what naturals the girls were, though, she came up with her
plan. The girls were going to beat up and humiliate the two grown men so badly
they wouldn't hurt a fly. It would be more humiliating for the men to be
dominated by two teenaged girls. The girls were more than eager to get a crack
at them.

So now Carol and Reg had snuck through the yard next door so they could hide
in the bushes and watch the fight. They had their phones out to record
everything.

The two girls were growing restless.

"Are you ready?" Anne whispered to her friend.

Barbara licked her lips at the sight of the well-built studs in front of her.

"More than ever," she whispered back.

"Hi!" Anne called out as she and Barbara marched toward the two men, standing
in front of them.

"Who are you?" the taller man asked.

"I'm Anne. This is Barbara." Barbara gave a little wave. "We're here to talk
to you."

The two men looked at each other. The shorter man just snorted dismissively
and went back to curling iron.

"I don't know what cookies you're selling, but now's not a good time," the
tall man shot back, who also returned to his workout.

"Oh, yes it is," Barbara said. "And we're not selling cookies. We're here to
tell you to change how you treat people or pay the price."

The tall man had enough, dropped the barbell to the ground and put his hands
on his hips. He assumed they'd be intimidated by his imposing physique as most
people were.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he snapped.

"You heard us," Anne said defiantly.

Now the friend also dropped his dumbbells to stand next to his buddy, his arms
folded in front of him.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

"We already told you," Anne said. "In case you don't know our names, you're
familiar with our work. You know how your sons have been getting beat up
lately, with bruises and everything?"

"Yeah," the tall man said. "Those dumbasses keep getting into fights with each
other. So?"

"Nope," Barbara said. "We did that. We beat them up so they'd stop bullying
us."

The two men looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Yeah, okay, girls," the tall man said sarcastically. "Whatever you say.
There's no way Knox would let a little thing like you even touch him."

"Yeah," his shorter friend said. "And neither would Heatley."

The girls had assumed based on looks who was who but now it was confirmed. The
taller man was Jack, Knox's dad, and the other was Luke, Heatley's dad.

"They didn't 'let' us touch them," Anne corrected. "We attacked them. And
pretty badly, too. Wouldn't you say, Barbara?"

"Oh yes," Barbara agreed. "Your boys were actually pretty easy to take down.
Not the sharpest tools in the shed, are they? We wrecked their faces, their
arms and hit them in the balls like a hundred times."

"WHAT?" Jack snapped.

"Yep," Anne cheerfully agreed, as if discussing their latest find at the mall.
"And then for some reason your boys got these really big boners so we jerked
them off, too. It was pretty fun!"

Jack marched right up to them. Reg and Carol gasped. The huge, Herculean man
towered over Anne. With one hand on his hip and the other pointing back and
forth between the two girls, he was clearly furious.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Reg asked.

"Yes. Look what they did to you," Carol said.

"Yeah, but..." Reg said, feeling ashamed for how the girls had easily
overpowered him.

"But what? I've been training with them. They're ready for this."

"Look, you lying little cunts," Jack snapped. "I don't know what you're up to,
but we're not going to hear another word of your twisted little stories, got
it? Now you're on my property and I'm telling you to leave."

The girls just stood there in their tank tops and shorts, their slim, toned
bodies completely relaxed. To Anne, Jack smelled of sweat and musk; with all
his male pheromones and energy radiating off him so close to her, she was
getting turned on.

"Nope," she said. "Like we said, we're here to make you change how you treat
others. You see, we figure the boys act like such jerks because their dads act
like jerks. So, you have to stop being jerks."

"What did you call us?" Luke strode up next to Jack in front of Barbara, who
was smitten with his brutish good looks. He saw her eyes travel up and down
his body and suddenly became uncomfortable. He didn't know if he liked being
ogled by an 18-year-old.

"Jerks," Anne continued.

"Because that's what you are," Barbara agreed.

"Well you're wasting your time," Jack said. "We treat our boys exactly how
they deserve. Now, this is the last time I'm telling you to leave."

"No," Anne said. "You don't get it. If you don't agree, we'll have to do to
you what we did to your sons. And trust me, you won't like it."

Jack smirked. "And how exactly do you think you'll do that?" He raised an arm
and flexed it, swelling the bicep into a huge ball. "I'm not exactly scared of
you."

"Yeah," Luke said, imitating his alpha male buddy as he held up both arms and
flexed them. "What do you think you're gonna do?"

Anne reached out and cupped his bicep with her hand. "Ooh. Jack, is it? You
are very strong, Jack," Anne said. Jack wasn't expecting her to do that. He
thought she'd be shrinking back in fear, not feeling him up. He shook her hand
off and folded his arms across his chest.

"You too, Luke," Barbara said as she stepped toward him and wrapped her hands
around both of his biceps. "This is all very impressive." She quickly ran her
hands down from his arms to his chest, her fingertips grazing through his
chest hair and then his perky nipples, until they made their way down his
rippled abs and reached the waistband of his shorts.

Luke half-chortled uncomfortably and shoved her hands away.

"You heard the man," he said. "Leave."

"Give us a minute," Anne said. She and Barbara took a few steps back, held
their hands to their mouths and started whispering gibberish to each other.
The men rolled their eyes and looked at each other in disbelief.

"Okay!" Anne said. "We've discussed it, and we've decided we have no choice
but to kick your asses!"

Again the men burst out laughing.

"And that's not all," Barbara said.

"Nope," agreed Anne. "We're also going to strip you naked."

The men stopped laughing.

"Yep," said Barbara. "I'm going to strip those little shorts off of you,
Luke."

Luke was briefly silenced by the girl's brazen confidence and shifted his
weight back and forth on his feet. He was about to snap something back at her
but didn't have the chance.

"We'll see if you wear little briefs like your sons do," Anne said to both of
them.

"And then we'll see if your dicks get as big as your sons'!" Barbara exclaimed
gleefully.

"WHAT," Jack sneered, "did you just say?"

"You heard us," Anne said. "But, like we said, first we're going to kick your
asses."

The men paused for a moment, looked at each, and again started to laugh, only
this time it was clearly they were more uncertain, more uncomfortable. Their
distraction is exactly what the girls wanted. They had everything planned out
and knew this was the moment to launch into their coordinated attack.

Both girls swung their legs up, their feet flying between the men's' spread
thighs until their shoes smashed into the men's' balls with more force than
either man could imagine they were capable of. Both men howled in pain and
doubled over, clutching their crotches.

That brought their faces down to a manageable height. The girls grabbed the
men by the ears and smashed their knees into the men's faces. Both men's'
noses were immediately broken and blood sprayed out as their bodies were flung
back by the impact.

Jack stumbled back until he tripped over his barbell and fell flat on his
back, his head hitting the ground, dazing him. Anne followed his body, walking
around the barbell. As soon as he landed she dropped her whole body and
speared her bony elbow into Jack's lower belly. Even with solid 6-pack abs it
felt like her elbow went right through him to the ground.

The air whooshed out of him as his body first shot up and then rolled over,
clutching his stomach. Anne grabbed a fistful of his hair and quickly yanked
it up and toward her, basically pulling the man up onto all fours. He grabbed
her hand but couldn't pull it away from his hair. She gave him one more yank
so his head slammed into iron weight plates hanging on the barbell of his
bench set.

Luke did not trip over anything after the blow to his face. However, as he
stumbled backward with his legs spread for balance and his hands covering his
nose, he presented an easy target. Barbara mercilessly pulled her knee up to
her stomach and then shot her foot out, slamming into Luke's left knee,
forcing it in a direction it wasn't meant to go. Luke immediately howled
again, this time even louder, as he bent over to hold his damaged knee.

Barbara decided to change it up. She stepped to the side, bent down and then
burst up with an uppercut right into Luke's throat. Even with the padding of
his beard, her tiny fist had made direct contact with his Adam's apple. The
man's body flung itself upright again as he clutched his throat and gasped for
air.

Barbara knew it was time. She didn't think it was going to happen this early
in the fight but when the chance is there, you gotta take it, she told
herself. She quickly walked behind her towering male opponent, hooked her
fingers in the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down to his feet.

She was delighted to look up and see his pert, muscular ass clad only in a
small pair of gray briefs.

Luke, still gasping for breath, blood dripping down his beard and his balls on
fire, was dimly aware that he felt his shorts drag down his thighs. He looked
down to see the gray bulge of his briefs but before the man could register
what was happening or react in any way, a hand flew up between his legs and
shoved him in the stomach.

Barbara used a move she had seen Anne use against Reg to delightful results.
She stayed crouched behind Luke, reached up between his legs and shoved her
hand into his stomach as hard as possible. The force would've made Luke back
up a few steps but with Barbara right behind him his legs stayed put while his
whole body fell backward over her.

His head and shoulders landed with a thud. Barbara quickly stood up, grabbed
the shorts around his ankles and ripped them off, throwing them into the
bushes. The large, powerfully built man was now splayed out on the ground in
front of her in only a little pair of undies. Barbara already felt triumphant.

"See? Told you," Carol said to Reg. She was getting turned on watching the
girls take down the men, which didn't surprise her. She knew her husband felt
the same and one glance down to his bulging shorts told her she was right.
With one hand holding the phone to record everything, her free hand grabbed
his hand and forced it down her panties. Reg could immediately feel his wife
was wet and started slowly rubbing her clit. Meanwhile, with her hand free
again she clamped it over his swollen crotch.

Reg gasped. Carol already knew Reg would think it unfair that his hand was
down her underwear but her hand wasn't inside his.

"But you're not-" he began to whimper.

"I don't want you coming too soon," she said. Reg knew not to argue.

They weren't the only viewers either.

On the first floor, Knox and Heatley were watching from the living room
window. They had been playing video games but wanted to see what all the
commotion was about. They both gasped when they saw their small female
tormentors facing off against their large, dangerous fathers and yet neither
was totally surprised that the girls had easily overtaken them. Watching the
girls beat up the powerful, brutish men, the boys had sprouted full boners in
their beach shorts but didn't want to touch themselves in front of the other
one. They didn't dare to intervene either. Even if that would mean the girls
were outnumbered, they had instilled fear and shame in the well-built boys,
paralyzing them

And then there were the men's wives. Janet and Kate were watching from the
second-floor bedroom. Both had suffered for years at the hands of their
abusive husbands. What the men didn't know is that from consoling each other
so many times after yet another fight with their husbands, the women had
started sleeping with each other. It had been going on for a year. It was
their only respite from their otherwise cruel homes.

Carol had given Janet and Kate a heads up that their husbands were going to
deal with this today. She wanted to make sure both women were there and asked
them to make sure their sons were there, too. The women were also recording
everything with their phones.

At first they were going to either call Carol to stop it or run down to stop
it themselves. They were concerned when they saw their large, buff husbands
stomp up to the little girls and yell at them. How could those two young
things take on these two dangerous males?

But now they were practically jumping up and down with glee. The girls had
quickly taken both men down and were easily beating them up. And now one of
them had even taken Luke's shorts off. Carol warned them things might get
sexual but the women hadn't really believed her. Now they understood what she
meant.

Anne quickly glanced over and saw Barbara pulling of Luke's shorts. 'Shit,'
she thought. 'I've got to catch up.'

Jack was laying on his back, his hands clutching his head where it was
throbbing with pan. The impact with the weight plate had knocked him dizzy and
it felt like everything was spinning. Standing at his head and facing his
feet, Anne reached down, grabbed the front of his tank tap and pulled it up,
past his face, up his arms. Before Jack could try to resist, she gave it one
last yank and easily forced it past his hands, ripping it off completely.

"Woo-hoo!" Anne cheered as she ogled his well-defined chest and stomach. "Your
shorts are next, big guy!"

And with that, she walked over and stomped her foot right into the same spot
of his lower belly she had elbowed him. Jack again immediately sat upright,
clutching his stomach. He swept his arm in Anne's general direction to catch
her but she easily hopped away.

Jack was forcing himself to try and clear his mind and fight back. He rolled
over and was getting up on all fours, grimacing every time his damaged balls
brushed against one of his massive thighs. But the huge male animal was just
in too much pain and taking too long.

Anne casually strolled toward him, bent over, placed both hands on his back
and rammed her knee into his rib cage, once, twice, and then a third time in
lightning-quick succession. Jack howled in agony as he felt one of his ribs
crack. Since he was on all fours right next to his workout bench, his body had
nowhere to go. He couldn't roll or crawl away from her so he just flopped onto
his stomach, clutching his broken rib.

Anne saw her opportunity. She grabbed the bottom of his shorts and easily
pulled them off. With Jack on his stomach clutching his side, he was in no
condition to reach down and grab them.

Anne was shocked. Jack was wearing the smallest pair of speedos she had ever
seen on a man. The waistband barely reached the top of his ass crack and it
seemed like at least half of each asscheek was hanging out.

Jack was a triathlete who often competed in Iron Man competitions wearing
those exact speedos. He wore them when he worked out to get used to moving
around in them. He never knew one day a teenaged girl would be clapping her
hands in glee as she ogled his backside.

She grabbed one of his ankles and quickly pulled it over, forcing the man onto
his back. Despite the enormous muscles in his legs, he was still too dazed and
distracted to stop her.

Anne was shocked yet again. His speedos barely reached the base of his dick.
She was delighted to see that not only had this huge, muscle-bound male
stuffed himself into the tiniest swimsuit possible, his impressively large
genitals seemed ready to burst the material.

On the other side of the yard, Barbara was also hypnotized by Luke's little
briefs. She realized that was why his crotch had been so visibly bulging in
his shorts - his briefs packed everything up into a plump pouch, front and
center.

But she shouldn't have let herself get distracted. While still coughing and
gasping for air, Luke reached out and grabbed the girl's legs and yanked them,
toppling Barbara to the ground. She yelped as she fell and the two fighters
started struggling with each other. Luke easily overpowered the slim girl and
soon had her in a reverse bear hug. Still laying on his back, his massive arms
were wrapped around her as she laid on him facing up. He was squeezing her
hard and she was grimacing in pain.

"You fucking bitch," he whispered in her ear. "You broke my leg. I'm going to
fucking kill you."

Barbara's mind was racing until she realized she felt his bulging crotch
against her ass. 'Duh," she thought to herself as she reached behind her,
forcing her hand between their bodies. She found what she was looking for -
she wrapped her hand around his plentiful man meat and started squeezing for
all her worth.

Luke's whole body froze as he squealed in pain. His balls were already sore
from her first kick. But this wasn't just another quick hit. This was her tiny
fingers digging in, causing constant, uninterrupted pain. She reached back
with her other hand and used it to squeeze as well, doubling the pressure.

Satisfied she could feel his grip slipping around her, Barbara then lifted her
left foot and slammed the heel right down on Luke's already damaged left knee.
He screamed in pain and threw her off his body with such force she had no
choice but to let go of his crotch.

She landed on her ass next to him and as he sat up she flung her elbow back so
it smacked him right in his already broken nose. More blood sprayed everywhere
as his whole body twisted away from her from the impact.

"You fucking bitch!" he yelled again through his hands that were cupped around
his nose.

He was now laying on his stomach, one leg straight behind him, the other bent
to the side, slightly propping up his hips on an angle. She looked between his
legs and could see his bulging package resting on the ground.

'It's time,' she thought.

She stepped between his legs, bent over and yanked his briefs down with one
hand, exposing his muscular ass. She shoved her hand down inside his briefs
until she could wrap her fingers around his balls. She squeezed with all her
might.

It seemed from the beginning of the fight this tiny girl had her large male
opponent almost constantly squealing in pain and it was only getting worse. He
tried to shut his legs but she was standing between them, preventing them from
closing.

He tried to reach back but his thick muscles inhibited his flexibility.

"Come on, up we go," Barbara said as she hoisted his balls up toward his ass
cheeks, stretching his scrotum much more than he thought was possible. Luke
continued howling as he was forced onto his hands and knees.

"What do you say, Anne?" Barbara called out to her friend, never letting up on
her male prey's tortured testicles. "Do you think it's time?"

Anne looked over and was delighted to see Barbara standing behind Luke with
her hand down the back of his briefs while he was bent over, almost crying in
pain.

"Oh! I think it is!" Anne clapped again. "Sorry," she said to Jack. "Back over
you go."

She grabbed his ankle and twisted him onto his stomach again.

"You stupid cunt," he was muttering as he tried to pull himself up again. "I'm
going to-"

But his words were cut short as he howled in pain. Anne had also reached down
inside his speedos and grabbed his prodigious balls. 'They're so big,' she
thought, 'it makes it so easy for me.' She also hoisted them up, forcing Jack
up onto his knees as he squealed in pain. He reached down between his legs to
pull her hands off but before he could reach her she hoisted his balls up even
farther.

"Oh no you don't!" she threatened. He gave up as the pain became unbearable.

The two girls kept pulling their captives up by their balls until both men
were on their feet, yet still doubled over in pain. Luke was also hobbling as
his bad leg could barely take any weight. He wanted to kick her but he
couldn't use his bad leg. If he used his good leg there's no way his bad leg
could hold his weight up. He was screwed. The girl, both literally and
figuratively, had him by the balls.

The girls dragged the men by their captured testicles toward each other in the
center of the yard, making the men facing each other. Both men were too
damaged (too dazed, too crippled) to resist or fight back.

"It's time for a game!" Anne declared. "You're going to punch each other!"

"And whoever gives up first loses!" Barbara added.

Carol was so proud. The girls must have come up with this plan on their own.
She was getting wetter and wetter, which Reg could feel as he continued to
massage her clit. At the same time, she could feel her husband's dick getting
bigger and harder.

Janet and Kate were also delighted at what was happening. Seeing their
handsome yet abusive husbands get their asses kicked by these young girls was
almost too good to be true. They had moved closer and closer to each other -
their eyes never leaving the yard - until they were touching. Janet plunged
her hand down into Kate's panties and then Kate returned the favor. They
stimulated each other as they both also got wetter and wetter.

Their sons were not as lucky as the couples. There was no way they were going
to touch each other and no way they'd touch themselves in front of each other
so they both just stood there, their boners uncomfortably hard and bent to the
side in their shorts.

The men were dumbstruck. The girls couldn't be serious. Punch each other? Who
did they think they were?

"Fuck...you..." Jack grunted. He was now panting and his eyes were tearing up
from the pain emanating from his balls.

Of course, this only made Anne squeeze harder, which made Jack squeal in pain.

"Wrong answer," she said. "The longer you take to get started, the harder
we'll squeeze."

"I'm not..." Jack started, but again Anne somehow managed to squeeze even
harder, her fingertips even squeezing and rubbing the vas deferens that his
balls hung from.

This pain was now too much and Jack, reflexively, flung his mighty arm out and
slammed his fist into the side of Luke's head.

"Ooh!" the girls cheered as if at a boxing match.

The impact flung Luke's whole upper body to the side but, using her grip on
his balls, Barbara pulled him back to the center. The two men were again
facing each other, each bent over in pain, panting.

"Your turn," Barbara said, squeezing and pulling Luke's nuts harder.

"Don't you dare," Jack muttered to his friend.

Luke was incensed that Jack had the audacity to say that after what he just
did. That, plus the intense pain in his balls, propelled Luke to swing his
fist right into Jack's face.

It continued like this - one man punching the other, the girls cheering and
pulling them back into place by their balls - for 3, then 4, then 5 more
rounds. Each time their punches had a little less power but it didn't matter.
They were furious at each other which is partly what motivated them to keep
swinging (well, that and the girls controlling them by their balls).

The men were now completely dazed and out of breath, the lower half of their
faces covered in blood, their legs quivering with effort to keep them up.

Finally, when Luke slammed his fist once again into his buddy's face, it was
too much. Jack was going down, no matter how much Anne pulled on his balls.
She finally had to let go as his body sprawled out on the ground on his
stomach. He was knocked out.

"Congratulations, Luke! You win!" Barbara said. She felt comfortable letting
go of his now-swollen testicles as he was clearly barely hanging on. He
immediately fell to his knees which made him howl as his bad knee hit the
ground. He fell over onto his side, then his stomach as he held his bruised,
bleeding face.

"Stage 3?" Barbara asked her friend.

"Stage 3," Anne confirmed.

"Congrats, Luke," Barbara said. "You won, so you go first."

They stood on either side of Luke's torso. Barbara reached down and pulled the
arm closer to her up, then Anne also grabbed it. He tried to resist but his
whole body, from head to knee, was too damaged. Anne planted her foot between
his shoulder blades and started pulling his arm toward her. Barbara helped by
pushing it toward Anne.

Luke, realizing what they were doing, starting groaning in pain and tried to
yank his arm back down. But it was too late. It was just this beaten up man's
arm against two teenaged girls using their whole bodies. In a matter of
moments, all 3 heard a snap. Luke screamed in agony as the ligaments in his
shoulder tore. The girls let go of his arm and it dropped lifelessly by his
side.

They quickly repeated the process on the other side, this time Barbara
stepping on his back and Anne assisting. Luke was in even less of a position
now than the first time and he screamed again as his second arm now dropped to
his side, useless. He was in too much pain to scream anymore so he just
whimpered.

"Have fun," Anne said to her friend as she skipped away toward her own prey.

"Oh, I will," Barbara said. She sat down next to Luke and took her shoes off,
leaving only her socks on. She reached across his back and started pulled his
shoulder toward her, twisting him onto his back. He grimaced and grunted in
pain but there was very little he could do to stop her at this point. Tears
streamed down his cheeks

Through some skillful maneuvering she had sit him up and slid one leg behind
him so she was now sitting behind him. His head hung in shame as they both
leaned back on an angle. She hooked her slim arms around his thick biceps and
clamped her hands together in the middle of his back, trapping his arms.

They both heard Jack scream in agony but Barbara ignored it and Luke was in
too much pain to even look in Jack's direction, especially since he now
thought Jack was an asshole.

Her legs wrapped around his torso and she began to squeeze. While the
muscle-bound male had a thick set of obliques, he was too dazed and damaged to
flex them. It felt like her thighs were trying to cut him in half.

Meanwhile, her feet slipped in between his thighs. She was confident her
little feet were more than capable at controlling his massive thighs. At first
she thought she'd have to use them to keep his thighs forced apart but the big
man was barely resisting.

Barbara was in heaven. She had this big, handsome, powerful, older male
trapped, the thick muscles of his torso getting scissored by her thighs. She
could feel herself getting wet.

"Now what was that you said to me earlier, Luke?" she whispered in his ear.
"Something about killing me? You've barely even laid a hand on me, cutie. And
I'm just a little teenaged girl and you're a big, strong man. You must feel
really pathetic right about now. I could do anything I want to you and you
couldn't stop me. In fact, I could do this..."

Still squeezing him with her thighs, she lifted her right foot up and slammed
the heel down onto Luke's right testicle, trapped in his briefs. Luke howled
in pain and squirmed to get away but Barbara held on tightly.

She then raised her left foot and slammed its heel into his left nut. She
repeated this a few more times, just to get the point across that he was her
plaything. His body was in so much pain this his head dropped back onto her
shoulder.

"You poor thing," she cooed. "I bet you wish this was over, don't you? Well
then, let's move on. I said I was going to strip you naked, so here we go."

Barbara slipped her toes into the waistband of his briefs and stretched her
legs, beginning to pull them down.

"No...please, stop..." Luke begged, looking down at what was happening to his
body that he was powerless to stop.

"Shhhh," Barbara whispered. "This will only take a moment."

She was easily winning the war against the big man's tiny briefs. Even with
all his weight on his ass, her legs were strong enough to haul them off down
to his knees.

"Ooh! Now things are getting fun!" she said, although she could barely see the
man's cock and balls since they were hanging between his legs.

"Now, if you're anything like your son, you won't mind at all if I do
something like this," she said as she reached her feet down between his
thighs. She gently clamped her feet on either side of his dick and pulled it
up so it was laying on his belly. She started to pull her feet back and forth
toward her and the sensation on his dick had an immediate effect. She could
feel it begin to swell.

"There we go," she said.

"No," he whispered. "Please...stop..."

"Shhhh," she whispered back. "You know, I've beaten you so badly I probably
don't even need to hold your arms anymore."

She unwrapped her arms around his and, sure enough, instead of fighting back,
his arms just hung at his sides. Luke had wanted so badly to teach this bitch
a lesson but had pretty much given up. He was too damaged, one leg was
useless, his balls were throbbing with pain, his face still stung, dried blood
matted his beard and his head was dizzy. And his arms that he only too
recently had been so proud of, arms that he liked to flex to intimidate anyone
who dared challenge him, now hung by his sides, his shoulders screaming in
pain.

And now, on top of everything else, his little female tormentor had indeed
stripped him naked, just like she said she would, and was easily getting him
hard against his will. On top of all the other reasons he couldn't fight back,
he was paralyzed with a humiliating combination of shame and arousal.

With her arms free, Barbara reached around to his front and began to massage
his thick, heavy pecs.

"Geez, Luke, your titties are bigger than mine," she teased. He merely grunted
as she kept groping his chest.

"Oh god," she moaned in ecstasy, closing her eyes as she continued to use her
feet against him. "Your muscles are so big and hard. In fact, everything about
you is big and hard right now, isn't it?" She giggled as his dick had now
lengthened and thickened under her skillful administrations. "Well, I guess
not everything." She quickly ran one foot down to his soft, swollen testicles.
He tensed and gasped, expecting pain.

"Shhhh," she whispered as she began to roughly twist his nipples. "I've
already hurt you enough for now. Now I just get to enjoy you."

She sat like that for a while, squeezing her muscular male prey between her
legs, stroking his dick with her feet as it continued to get bigger and
harder, occasionally brushing one foot against his tender balls to remind him
of her power, and running her hands all over his thickly muscled arms,
shoulders, pecs and stomach.

Since Barbara was closer to where Reg and Carol were hiding, they had a
perfect view of everything. Carol looked next to her - Reg was so aroused and
his dick had leaked so much pre-come the stain was visible through his shorts.
He was breathing faster.

She clamped her hand tightly around his balls. He grunted and froze.

"Don't even think about coming yet," she whispered.

"Yes, dear," he said, and she relaxed her grip.

Meanwhile, Anne had skipped over to Jack to see how he was doing. He was still
laying on his stomach with his speedos pulled down past his beefy butt. She
was confident he was still unconscious so she got to work on his arm the same
way she had with Barbara on Luke's arm.

She stood on his left side, planted her foot between his shoulder blades,
reached down and grabbed his right arm. She hoisted his mighty arm and,
pressing his shoulders down so his body didn't twist back with his arm, she
hauled it back toward her.

It was the pain of his shoulder tearing that woke Jack up. He screamed and
immediately pressed the hand of his good arm to the ground and pressed himself
up. Anne lost her balance as the powerfully built male rose from the ground.
The pain in his shoulder made adrenaline surge through his body. He was in
fight or flight mode and Jack, like always, chose fight.

As he was getting to his feet he swung his good arm out and easily knocked
Anne over. As she stumbled to the ground she looked back and saw Jack haul
himself upright. From her angle looking up at him he looked more intimidating
than ever. Wearing only tiny speedos displayed every inch of pure muscle of
his body. He looked like a statue come to life, and this statue was bearing
down on her with fury in its eyes.

Anne started to crawl away from him on the grass until she bumped into
something. She turned around and saw a medicine ball right behind her.
Thinking quickly, she grabbed it, spun around and whipped the thick, solid,
heavy ball right into Jack's bulging speedos.

Jack, still groggy from his blackout, was too slow to block it. Once again,
the big man was howling and doubled over in pain inflicted by this small
teenaged girl, clutching his crotch.

Anne knew this was her only chance and she had to capitalize on it. She drew
her knee into her chest and shot her foot directly into his knee, the same way
Barbara had done to Luke. And much like his (former) buddy, Jack's knee
cracked into an unnatural position.

Screaming even more in pain, he fell to his good knee and clutched his broken
one.

'Close enough,' Anne thought. She pressed her hands down on the grass and
thrust her legs up in the air. One knee hooked over Jack's shoulder and she
flung the other one around, hooking it over the other shoulder.

Her momentum made them both topple over, Jack landing on his back and Anne
landing on top of him. She grabbed his hair, hoisted his head up between her
thighs while stretching her legs out in front of her and clamped her thighs
together, squeezing them around his thick, bull-like neck.

Jack tried to pull the girl's slim thighs apart but he couldn't raise one hand
- the arm was dead. While his other arm was still powerful on its own, it
wasn't enough, especially combined with all the other pain Jack was in.

He started to writhe his body around, bridging his hips and twisting his
torso, to get her off.

"Woo-hoo!" Anne cheered as if riding a bull. She could see his face getting
red as she constricted the blood to his head.

Finally, he swung his legs up and tried to hook them around Anne to throw her
backward.

Anne could feel it coming so she met him halfway. She reached back, grabbed
the calf of his broken leg and twisted it. Jack immediately stopped his
assault as he screamed in pain. That was all the time Anne needed to hook both
his legs under her arms, painfully bending his whole body into a ball as she
sat with her crotch thrust into his face.

Janet and Kate both erupted in laughter. Seeing big, powerful, dangerous Jack
rolled up into a ball with his ass in the air by a tiny little girl was
hilarious. They knew how humiliated he must be, which only made them
masturbate each other even harder.

Jack squirmed and twisted his body from side to side but Anne held on tight
with her whole body. She was forcing his knees closer and closer to the ground
by his head, bending his body so much he thought his spine would snap. His
face was now turning purple. She wiggled her butt on his chest.

"Isn't this fun, Jack?" she giggled. "Having a big strong man like you under
my control is really hot. Can you feel how wet I am?"

It was true, she was, and it was also true that he could feel it through her
thin shorts.

"You...bitch..." he managed to grunt. But he wasn't just angry and he wasn't
just in pain. Jack was getting aroused. His dick started stretching out his
speedos and Anne could feel it against her back. She was thrilled but first
had punish him for his attitude.

"That's it, I've had enough," Anne said as she let go of his legs. He let them
flop to the ground.

It immediately became clear to all the onlookers that Jack, indeed, was hard.
In fact, with Anne's crotch still pressed against his face, his dick
lengthened toward his hip until it had stretched his speedos to their breaking
point. With one little throbbing twitch, it broke free and bobbed toward his
belly button.

Anne twisted around to see.

"Why, Jack," she said, reaching back. "Is this for me?" She arched her body
back until she could wrap her hand around his swelling cock. She could feel
that her touch immediately made it grow faster. "Why, I'm flattered."

Jack's face was now dark purple and he started slapping her thigh with his
good hand. He was desperate but couldn't get her off of him.

"Oh, right, sorry," Anne said as she opened her thighs. His head hit the
ground and he sucked in huge gasps of air.

Anne hopped off his chest and walked in between his spread legs.

"This is really sweet of you, Jack," Anne said, looking down at his boner.
"And these are clearly in the way." She ripped his speedos down off his feet
and threw them away, then she took off her shoes. She walked back in-between
his legs and carefully placed her sock-clad foot right on top of his throbbing
erection, pressing it against his belly. He grimaced in pain.

She thrilled at the sight of this Herculean male, so confident, so cocky just
moments ago, laying at her feet, beaten so badly that he didn't dare move a
muscle to get her foot off his rock-hard dick.

"And while I'd love to enjoy this big gift you have for me, it's not quite
time yet."

She walked back up to his torso, reached down and grabbed his good arm,
hoisting it up as she pulled him over onto his stomach.

"What? NO!" he yelled, squirming to get out of her grip. He tried to climb to
his feet but his broken leg gave out underneath him and his broken arm was
useless, so he just flopped around as Anne got him into position. With one
foot between his shoulder blades, she yanked his arm, he screamed, and his arm
dropped to the ground.

"There," she said, casually. "NOW it's time to play."

He was moaning in pain, lying flat on his stomach. Anne grabbed his hair and
hoisted him to all fours, only with 3 limbs destroyed the big man could barely
keep himself up.

"Let's go," she said as she pulled him by the hair toward his workout bench.
He had no choice but to follow. Once he was at the end of it, Anne reached
down and grabbed one muscular buttcheek in her hand. With her other hand still
grabbing his hair, she hauled him face down onto the bench. He squealed at the
rough treatment as his body dragged along the padded leather.

Once she had him in position, she stepped back. Both of Jack's arms and both
of his legs fell lifelessly on either side of the bench. And, to her delight,
his cock was still rock hard, painfully bent back, aiming away from him and
laying on the bench with his balls also visible. Much like Luke, Jack was too
damaged, ashamed and aroused to bother doing anything about it.

Anne then ran, jumped and landed right on Jack's lower back, facing his butt.
He grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. She slapped her palms down
hard on his perky, muscular buttcheeks.

"Woo-hoo!" she said as she groped them roughly. "What a cute tushy! And so
hard. You must work out a lot, Jack. A shame a little girl like me could so
easily beat you up with all your big muscles." She reached down past his butt
and wrapped her fingers around his big, thick dick. Pulling it up toward her,
she was bending it back even more painfully in a way it didn't normally go.

"Argh! Stop! Stop" Jack yelled.

"Who, me?" Anne asked innocently as she started to slowly pump his dick. "Are
you sure? I don't think you really want me to. I mean, you seem to really like
it, right? Isn't that how dicks work?"

"Fuck you!" Jack yelled out again.

Anne let go of Jack's dick, letting it slap down against the hot leather bench
again.

"Still haven't learned our lesson, huh?" she asked.

He felt her get off his body and he was grateful for the relief, even though
he still couldn't move. His peace didn't last long, though, as he soon felt
something hard slap against one of his buttcheeks, then against the other one.

Anne had hopped off her aroused male captive to grab a jump rope she saw on
the ground by the house. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with it.
Standing a few feet away from the end of the bench, with a perfect view of
Jack's bubble butt and relentless boner, she had whipped the end of the jump
rope around and around, gaining speed, until she whipped it right over to her
target. The plastic handle at the end of the rope smacked into Jack's left
cheek, then she repeated it with the right.

Jack, humiliated by this childish punishment, started to squirm to get off the
bench. Anne quickly walked over and planted her foot right on top of his dick
and balls, clamping him down into place. Jack immediately froze.

"Don't. Move." Anne warned, leaning on her foot to press more of her body
weight down onto his trapped dick. "Got it?"

She knew she didn't need to wait for an answer. She eased up on his dick and
Jack indeed did not move. He had completely given up.

She backed up and started his lesson again. She whipped the handle down on
each cheek and the more she did it, the more she saw red stripes all over his
ass and the more they started to really hurt. He was grunting or squealing now
with every hit, especially since sometimes she "missed" and smacked the handle
right onto his cock. What she couldn't see were the tears streaming down his
face.

Of course, unsurprising to her, his erection never got one iota softer.

"Anne!" Barbara called out. Anne looked over and saw her friend standing next
to Luke, who's throbbing erection was clearly sizable even from where she was
standing. "Stage 4?"

"Okay!" Anne agreed, dropping the jump rope.

Barbara had eventually broken out of her sexual reverie when she noticed
Luke's breathing getting faster and his balls pulling closer to his body. He
was about to come!

"Nope!" she said as she once again slammed her heel down onto one of his
balls. Luke, also having fallen into his own sexual ecstasy under the power of
his female enemy, cried out in pain. And while it didn't make his dick any
less hard, it definitely interrupted his enjoyment enough to hold off an
orgasm.

Barbara pulled away from Luke, grabbed him by the beard, hauled him to his
feet as she stood up and called out to her friend. She started playing with
his dick as she watched her friend drop the jump rope and jump once again onto
Jack's back, facing his butt.

"Mine's been hard this whole time," Barbara called out, casually laying claim
to the conquered male's member.

"Mine, too!" Anne said. Barbara saw Anne grab Jack's hard dick off the bench
and bend it toward her, making Jack grimace in pain. She had to admit it was
pretty impressive.

"Do you think they're as big as their sons?" Barbara asked as she pressed the
head of Luke's dick down toward his legs, then let go to see it bounce up and
down. She still couldn't get over how fun yet how weird boys' things were.

Her other hand was traveling up and down the slabs of muscle of his back and
then down to his thickly muscled ass. Seeing Jack's butt on the bench made
Barbara realize she hadn't really taken the time to enjoy Luke's yet.

"I don't know," Anne said as she examined the warm, throbbing cock in her
hand. "Maybe we should do a side by side comparison!"

"Maybe we should!" Barbara agreed as they both laughed. She then grabbed Luke
by the beard again and led him over to the second workout bench. Luke, bent
over, hobbled along with her. She pulled him into place, with his back to the
bench, facing her. His erection pressed against her stomach.

"Now, Luke," she said as her hands possessively groped the muscular male
warrior in front of her, her hands traveling from his thighs to cupping his
balls to stroking his dick to grazing his abs to pinching his nipples to
squeezing his biceps. "Wait a minute. I'm hot!"

Barbara pulled of her tank top and shorts, standing just in her bra and
panties, her breasts grazing his body. "There, that's better." Luke, his head
still hanging in shame, had a direct bird's-eye view down her bra. He thought
he might spontaneously come right then and there.

"Now, as I was saying," she continued, her hands enjoying his body again. "I
think you might actually enjoy this, if you just let it happen."

Luke looked up into her eyes, confused. A drop of hope leaked through that
maybe this nightmare would finally end.

Barbara melted at the sight of his deep, dark eyes and yet she shoved him hard
in the chest. With the bench right behind him, he flopped backward until his
shoulders and head hit the ground and his legs were still hooked over the
bench. The pain dazed him for a second until he looked up and saw his own
enormous erection pointing downward, aiming right at his face.

Barbara then sat down between his legs on the bench, facing him, her legs
draped over his. She grabbed the big man's big dick with her small, feminine
hand.

Luke immediately tensed up. "No..." he protested. He knew what she had in
mind.

"Oh yes," she said as she started to pump his dick. He tried to raise his arms
but they were useless. He tried to buck her off of him but the pressure of her
body on his bad leg was too much. He had no choice but to lay there with his
body hanging off the side of the bench while this girl jerked him off.

Meanwhile, Anne was getting even more aroused. She had this big, beautiful man
trapped between her legs. She was yanking on his big, beautiful dick, pulling
it up and backward against his will and he whimpered in pain while unable stop
her. Everything about this moment was making her even more wet than before.

The two girls looked across the yard at each other, each one with a powerfully
built male underneath them, each one with the male's erection in their hand.
Both girls used the men's pre-come to slick up their dicks.

"How long do you think these guys will last?" Anne called out to her friend.

"I don't know," Barbara said. "If they're anything like their sons, not very
long!"

The girls giggled. The men finally realized that maybe the girls hadn't been
lying about beating up the boys after all.

"Well, if that's true, then get ready because Luke will come first," Anne
said.

Luke groaned in shame as he thought of his big, strong son getting beat up by
a girl and, even worse, the girl raping him with her bare hand.

"But they're older! Don't older guys last a long time?" Barbara asked.

"Oh yeah!" Anne said.

"How long does it take you to come?" Bambara asked, looking down at her
captive.

Luke could only snort in defiance at the question.

"Fine, have it your way," Barbara said. "Hey, Anne! Maybe we should help these
guys get to the finish line faster!"

"Good idea!" Anne said. She was surprised she hadn't thought of it earlier.
She stuck her middle finger in her mouth to wet it, reached down and started
forcing it into Jack's tight asshole.

He yelped at the violation and clenched his ass. Anne bent his dick back even
further in retaliation, as if wrenching on a lever. "Don't make this harder on
yourself."

She slowly lowered his dick a little bit and she could feel him sigh. She
again started to poke her finger into his ass. She was glad her hunky stud
shaved his whole body for his triathlons so she didn't have to deal with any
gross hair down there.

It was tight, but with a little wiggling, she forced her finger in enough
where she felt some resistance."� "� She felt his dick get harder in her hand.
'A-ha,' she thought. 'The prostate jackpot.'

"See?" she asked Jack. "Why do you always fight the things you clearly like?"

Jack just groaned as she continued to pump his dick and fingerbang his ass.

Likewise, Barbara wet her finger in her mouth as well. Unlike his friend, Jack
did not bother shaving anywhere. He always felt his body hair was yet another
sign of his virile masculinity. Barbara felt the same so she didn't mind.

And she especially loved watching his eyes widen as she pushed her finger
right into his asshole. Again, unlike his friend, Luke knew better than to try
to resist. Although he had never had anything up his butt before, he didn't
bother clenching to try and keep her out.

It took only a moment before Barbara could feel the slight bulge of his
prostate and began to massage it with her fingertip. Now it was her eyes
widening as Luke's big, hard dick somehow got even bigger and harder.

As he looked up at his tormentress and her bouncing breasts, he realized maybe
he wasn't in a terrible position after all.

"This...is...amazing," Janet said, finally breaking the women's silence. They
were both panting as they brought each other closer to climax.

Much to Reg's relief, Carol finally stopped rubbing his groin through his
shorts. She yanked the waistband of his shorts and briefs down so his dick was
free to stretch out in front of him. She tucked the waistbands behind his
balls and got to work, jerking his dick as hard and fast as she knew he liked.

Likewise, Reg was now rubbing his wife's clit even harder while he slipped two
fingers inside of her, knowing this is what she liked when she was close.

The men just laid there as the girls abused their bodies. Normally they would
pride themselves on how long they could last. They didn't even care if their
wives wanted it to last that long or if the wives were enjoying themselves.
Both men thought of themselves as powerful stallions that their wives were
lucky to get fucked by.

But the girls' instincts were right on. Neither man had experienced direct
stimulation to his prostate before and it was sending shockwaves through their
bodies.

The girls, now experienced with the ways of manipulating a man's body, pumped
the men's dicks and fingerbanged their asses faster. The men's breathing
quickened and their balls pulled closer to their bodies.

"No, please..." Luke tried one more time. "I don't want to..." But it was too
late.

With a low, guttural moan, his body started to spasm. This was the moment
Barbara had been waiting for.

One glob of milky white fluid shot out of his dick and landed on his beard.
Barbara realized she could aim his dick how she wanted. As he spurted more,
Barbara moved his dick around, getting more semen in the beard he was so proud
of. Due to the angle, some come actually went up his nose. And since he was
panting and moaning, she made sure that his dick squirted his own come right
into his mouth, making him choke and gag.

She kept pumping his dick and poking his ass, amazed at how much was coming
out of him. Even as his spurts slowed down and his dick got softer, she
expertly squeezed more and more out of him, more than he had ever come before,
he realized.

Once she knew she had thoroughly milked the big, muscular male, she let go of
his dick and let it hang against his belly. She pulled her finger out of his
ass and got up from the bench, which let Luke finally pull his legs over so he
could fully lay on the ground, exhausted, spent, ashamed and still wracked
with pain.

He tried to wipe the cum off his face but he could barely lift his hands. He
also wondered why he got and stayed hard the whole time. Did he actually,
secretly like the way the girl dominated him?

Similarly, once Anne was pushing Jack's p-spot, they were near the finish
line.

"No..." Jack grunted. "Please...not like this..."

"Too late," Anne said. "You should've learned your lesson sooner."

Anne knew an orgasm with his dick at this angle would hardly be enjoyable but
that was the point. It wasn't for his pleasure, it was for hers, and her
pleasure ran deep.

Sure enough, with her finger inside his ass massaging his prostate, she could
feel when his body started pumping out the semen. A second later it was
spurting out of his dick and onto the bench.

Jack started moaning in pain and tried to lift his body to ease the angle of
his dick but Anne just clamped her thighs around him harder while continuing
to pull his dick back. It spurted out glob after glob of semen, puddling on
the bench. Anne could feel his whole body quivering and flexing as the orgasm
rippled through his body.

Like her friend, Anne wasn't satisfied until she knew she had squeezed every
last drop out of the big stud. Once she had, she dropped his dick onto the
bench with a splat.

Much to Jack's relief, she finally climbed off of him. She then reached across
his body to grab his shoulder and waist and pull him toward her and off the
bench. He landed with a thud, feeling much the same as his friend - exhausted,
spent, ashamed and resigned.

Jack wasn't nearly as self-reflective as his buddy (which wasn't saying much)
so he didn't wonder why he first got hard when the girl had him in the most
humiliating position, or why he stayed hard no matter what she did to him. He
just knew he was still furious at her and vowed revenge in his mind.

"Well, look, Jack" Anne said as if talking to a child. "You've made a mess.
You probably expect someone else to clean it up but you made it, so you're
going to doing it."

She reached down and grabbed his hair, yanking his head up. He grunted and
squealed in pain but, with his useless arms, was unable to stop her as she
forced him upright and then over on all fours. Again, his 3 damaged limbs
could barely hold him.

Anne pulled Jack by the hair like she was pulling a dog by the leash until his
head was by the end of the bench where he had splooged everywhere.

"Okay, you heard me," she said. "Now clean it up."

Jack hesitated as he stared at the puddles of semen. He didn't have anything,
no paper towels, no rags, nothing. What was he supposed to do?

"With. Your. Tongue." Anne said.

"What? No..." Jack grunted back.

"Yes, now!" Still holding his hair, Anne reached back and started spanking his
hard ass. With all the blisters from when she whipped it earlier, the pain was
immediate and unbearable.

Jack, much to his dismay, leaned forward and started lapping up his own come
just to get her to stop. But she didn't stop so Jack didn't either. Tears
streamed down his face - as much from humiliation as from the stinging pain -
as he licked up all of his own come and forced it down his throat.

Anne finally stopped her beating once the bench was completely spotless.
Sticky, but spotless.

"Good boy," Anne said as Jack coughed and gagged. "Stage 5!" she called out to
her friend.

"Stage 5!" Barbara called back.

Barbara also yanked Luke by the hair up onto all fours. The girls then swung
their legs over the men's backs and sat down as if riding a horse.

Jack immediately grimaced as Anne's leg seemed to crush his broken rib. Both
men could barely support their own weight with their broken limbs, much less
this extra weight. And yet the girls pulled their hair to direct them and
swatted their asses to keep them moving until both men were side by side, on
their knees, facing the girls.

Anne tied their hands behind their backs with the one jump rope so they ended
up also being tied together.

With each man having one damaged knee, they both had to sit back on their
heels. Their heads hung in shame, their faces and torsos were covered in blood
and bruises.

"Now," Anne said. "We told you what we would have to do if you didn't listen
to us and now look at you. All because you didn't want to be nice. What's so
wrong about being nice?"

"So hopefully you've learned your lesson," Barbara added. "Are you still going
to be mean to your sons?"

The men mumbled something. The girls pulled the men's heads up by their beards
to look at the girls.

"What was that?" Anne asked fiercely.

"No," they both said louder.

"And are you going to be mean to your wives?" Anne asked.

"No," the men said again.

"Good, now you're going to repeat what we say to show us you're ready to
submit to us," Barbara said as the girls let go of the men's beards.

The men knew better than to look away so they maintained eye contact as the
girls led them both through the following:

"I have beaten you up," the girls both started.

"You have beaten me up," the men repeated back.

"I have completely dominated and destroyed you."

"I have completely dominated and destroyed me."

"I stripped off your shorts."

"You stripped off my shorts."

"I stripped off your undies."

"You stripped off my undies."

"I made your big dick get hard."

"You made my big dick get hard."

"I made you come against your will."

"You made me come against my will."

"We videotaped the whole thing."

The men stopped and gasped. They looked around. They saw Reg and Carol waving
from the bushes.

"And..." Anne said, directing their gaze up to the second-floor window where
they saw their wives wave at them, holding their phones.

The men were silent with shock and horror.

"Now," said Anne. "If you try anything ever again, if you so much as touch
your wives the wrong way or strike your sons again, we will release this video
all over Facebook and Instagram and everywhere else. Everyone in town will see
you two get beaten and humiliated by two little girls. Understand?"

Again, the men hung their heads in shame. "Yes," they both replied. "We
understand."

And, of course, about halfway through repeating the girls, both men felt a
funny feeling in their loins. Being subjugated like this made the blood flow
to their dicks, and by the time they said they understood they both had big,
fat boners sprouting up between their thighs.

"God, of course," Anne said as she flicked Jack's dick with her foot.

"Nothing but muscle and testosterone," Barbara said as she did the same to
Luke.

"Final stage?" Anne asked.

"Final stage," Barbara repeated.

Both girls planted one foot on each man's chest and pushed them backward. The
men, still tied up and tied together, fell back awkwardly until they were flat
on their backs, their bodies arched up with their hands tied underneath them,
their erections slapping against their stomachs.

The girls marched over and stood behind the men's heads.

"Now, you didn't believe us before, but maybe you'll believe us now," Anne
said. "Knox! Heatley! Get out here! Now!"

The men were confused as they looked over and saw their sons in the living
room window. Both boys walked out of sight and then reappeared walking out the
back door, their heads hanging in shame.

"Do something!" Jack grunted. "Get them!"

But the boys just stood there.

"Oh, Jack," Anne said. "You still don't get it, do you? Not only will they not
even try to harm us, they both have big ol' boners just like their dads."

"No," Luke said. "Impossible."

"Boys, strip!" Barbara yelled.

To their fathers' shock, both boys immediately obeyed.

"No...don't...," Jack tried to protest.

But before he knew it, Knox and Heatley were standing before them, completely
naked, their muscular bodies on full display and their cocks fully erect.

The girls smirked with pride.

"Get over here!" Anne ordered.

The boys walked over, Knox to Anne and Heatley to Barbara, their boners
bouncing with every step.

"What do you think, Barbara?" Anne asked. "Who's bigger, the sons or the
fathers?"

"Ummmm," Barbara said as she looked back and forth between all the hard cocks
in front of her. "I'm going to say Heatley is bigger than his dad but Jack is
bigger than his son."

"Agreed," Anne said. "But don't worry, guys! You're all very fine male
specimens."

"You're both sick," Jack muttered. Anne just giggled.

The girls made the boys stand in their place, their feet behind their father's
heads as they faced their dads' bodies.

"Now, boys," Barbara said, relishing her next words: "Wank."

"WHAT?" Luke yelled.

Both men were looking straight up at their son's erections jutting out from
their bodies. And to their utter shock and horror, both boys immediately
grabbed their dicks and started pumping.

The older men started yelling and protesting at their sons, ordering them to
fight back. They squirmed to try to get away. The girls walked over, stood
between their legs and planted one foot on the men's still-hard cocks to keep
them in place.

Janet and Kate were conflicted. They loved their sons dearly so they didn't
love that someone had hurt them. However, their sons had grown to be as cruel
and violent as their fathers so if this is what it took to get through to
them, maybe it was for the best.

The boys stared at the girls in front of them. The girls had one foot planted
on their fathers' cocks, their hands on their hips. Barbara was just in her
bra and panties. The girls stared back, smiling, knowing that they owned the
boys, knowing that the boys knew this, too.

In mere moments, Heatley's head dropped back in ecstasy as his enormous
erection started spurting semen all over his father's face, beard and chest.
Luke spewed and gasped and twisted his head from side to side but it didn't
matter. He was soon covered in his son's come.

And a minute later, Jack also felt the sticky blobs of his son's come rain
down on his face, beard and chest.

Both boys were panting as they let their dicks drop between their legs. They
didn't dare move until the girls told them to. The men had stopped protesting,
realizing it was futile.

"Good job, boys," Anne said. She and Barbara knelt down and each girl unlaced
one shoe of the two men. They walked behind the boys and tied their hands
behind their backs as well and then tied the shoelaces together in the middle
between them, tying the boys together.

Carol, Reg, Janet and Kate were all rapt with curiosity at what the girls were
up to.

The girls backed up behind the boys.

"Now Knox, Heatley," Anne began. "You've obviously come a long way and you've
behaved very well today. So just know that even as we do this, we still will
reward you later for your obedience."

The boys, standing with their legs spread and their hands tied, knew what was
coming. The men on the ground looked back just in time to see each girl swing
their foot up and kick their sons in the balls from behind.

The boys both yelped and sank to their knees in pain, their balls mere inches
from their fathers' faces.

"No, no, no, no...!" Both men were yelling.

The girls then used their feet to shove the boys between their shoulders.
Without their hands to brace them, the boys landed flat on their fathers.
Their sticky, swollen dicks and balls were now mashed against their fathers'
faces while their own faces had landed with a splat right on their fathers'
erections.

So, there they were, the two older, powerfully built men laying on their backs
with their two younger, powerfully built sons laying on top of them in the
opposite direction. All 4 of the males had another male's swollen, sticky
genitals mashed against their faces.

All the males were groaning and squirming to escape. But they were they were
all tied together which meant no one could roll away or push themselves off.

The girls admired Knox and Heatley's cute, muscular butts as they flexed with
effort. Then they walked between the men's legs again.

Crouching down, they could each see Jack's and Luke's big, swollen balls
drooping between their legs.

The girls stood up, looked at each with pride, swung their legs back and
kicked both men square in the balls.

The older men howled in pain but it was muffled by their sons dicks, balls and
pubic hair smothering their faces. The men's thighs reflexively clamped
together, only this time each pair of massive thighs had their son's heads
sandwiched between them.

Jack and Luke moaned in pain, rocking side to side, as they unintentionally
scissored their sons to unconsciousness.

Anne and Barbara heard applause and looked over to see Carol clapping. Reg,
having just been brought to a shuddering orgasm by his wife, was stuffing his
dick back into his briefs and shorts. But then he started clapping, too.

"Bravo!" Carol said, beaming with pride.

The girls bowed and then pretended to curtsy. They looked up at Janet and Kate
who were also clapping and the girls repeated their bows.

They looked at each other and high fived. They walked over to Carol and Reg.

"I'm so proud of you girls," Carol said. "That was amazing."

"Thanks!" Anne said. "What did you think, Reg?"

All 3 women looked at the big, handsome, muscular male.

"Well, um..." he said, looking at their expectant faces. "I think that was
pretty amazing, too."

"Aw, thanks!" the girls said.

Carol was happy her husband was on their side. Sure, he could be a dope and
his male ego could get in the way sometimes, but he was learning. She would
have to reward him later, knowing he'd be hard again in mere moments as he
thought about the fight.

All 4 started walking back to Carol and Reg's for lemonade.

"That was so fun!" Anne exclaimed.

"Gosh, it really was," Barbara said.

"They looked so mean and intimidating at first," Anne said.

"But they were just as dumb as their sons," Barbara.

"And just as hot!" Anne said. Carol and Reg laughed. "What? They were. Did you
see the size of their muscles? And their dicks?

"Shhh," Carol said, motioning to the surrounding neighborhood.

"Oh, right," Anne said, giggling as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"I thought so, too," Barbara told her friend. "Maybe we should find a reason
to 'visit' them soon."

"I think that's a great idea," Anne agreed as the four continued down the
sidewalk, basking in the glow of the girls' victory.