Hunky husband defeated
by jdean72000@gmail.com
A sequel of sorts to Bullies Beaten where a muscular male is physically and sexually dominated by his smaller wife.


Something was wrong. Reg Collier looked down where his shorts and underwear
were pooled around his feet. Just in front of them, scattered around the floor
in various blobs and spots, was the result of his wife's intense handjob. His
chest had a slight sheen of sweat and his breathing was just beginning to slow
down. He pulled his shorts and briefs up and stuffed his still swollen dick
into his briefs only to look out the window in front of him.

Down in the cemetery beneath him, a group of boys were standing around two of
their fallen comrades. Knox and Heatley had been thoroughly beaten and
humiliated by two younger girls. Knox, the alpha male, was just coming to
after flopping unconscious from umpteen kicks and knees to his balls. Heatley
was still curled in a ball, his hands clutching his groin, writhing in pain
also from the stomps and kicks the girls had administered not just to his
balls but his whole body. Reg had watched the whole thing happen and still
couldn't believe that those two slim, young girls had flawlessly beaten the
two big, muscular athletes and then forced them to masturbate, all in front of
a group of their friends. The girls left soon after their victory. The boys
shuffled nervously around as they considered how to help their two beaten
buddies.

Reg was frustrated. What happened? Why had he gotten so aroused while watching
the fight? He even noticed that his dick was starting to get hard again just
thinking about it. He couldn't believe he was already recovering after just
coming - he hadn't recovered so quickly since he was a teenager. As he grabbed
a towel to wipe up his mess on the floor, he kept thinking of the things his
wife had been saying as she groped his erection and playfully (or was it?)
squeezed his balls.

"Girls can usually beat up boys if they want to. We're much better fighters
once we learn how to use our skills. More ruthless..you'll see!"

"Just think what I could do to you if I wanted to!"

"Just remember who's boss around here!"

Reg was confused. At first he thought his wife was teasing, making little
jokes to go along with the scene in front of them. But he reconsidered. She
sounded awfully confident, and they did witness two girls beat up two much
larger boys. The difference would be much like his thin, smaller wife taking
on a large, muscular male such as himself. Did she seriously think she could
take him? Reg could barely allow himself to think of the next obvious
question: and, if so, was she right?

"Honey?" Reg called as he walked into the bathroom. Carol was just getting out
of the shower and toweling herself off. Reg quickly took her in, her pert
breasts, her thick, beautiful hair, the subtle scent of coconut.

"Yes?" she asked.

"About what just happened ... " he stammered. What was he doing? He didn't
even know exactly what he wanted to say or if he wanted to have this
conversation at all, but his male ego couldn't let it go.

She smirked. "You seemed to enjoy yourself is what just happened."

"Well, yeah, about that ... "

"And maybe you're ready for round two," she said, looking down at the bulge in
his shorts. Reg looked down and wished he had changed into a pair of baggy
shorts before starting this conversation. He uncomfortably shifted his weight
back and forth on his legs.

"Oh, that? I just don't think it's gone down all the way yet ... "

"And I enjoyed myself, too. I can't believe our luck, getting to witness that
fight. What started it, do you know?"

"Well, uh, I think those boys might have been harassing the girls ... "

"Figures," Carol said as she hung up the towel and proceeded to rub
moisturizer on her skin.

Reg was flustered. "But, they didn't start the fight. The one girl kicked the
boy in the balls and that's what started it all."

"Oh, please, Reg. You know as well as I know that those boys harass everyone
they come into contact with. Why are they harassing those young girls to begin
with? I don't normally believe in violence but those bullies had it coming."

Reg started to get angry. "Those boys didn't attack them, though. The girls
started it. If they didn't like what the boys were saying to them they could
have left or told someone."

"I doubt that would make a difference and why should they have to leave? Those
boys don't own the field. Besides, if you'll recall, those two studs had
boners almost as big as yours by the end of it." Carol had a mischevious smile
on her lips as she stared her husband.

"That's just because ... those girls were wearing ... "

"What they always wear. If it was just because of those girls' outfits those
boys would be walking around with erections all day long. No, it was something
more than that." She put the bottle of lotion back in the medicine cabinet.

"I'm not sure-"

"And what was it exactly?" Carol said, walking right up to her husband. She
was eye-level with his broad, muscular chest. She loved his big, dark nipples
and chest hair but right now she was looking up into his eyes. She stood with
her hands on her curvy hips, her bare nipples barely grazing his firm, fuzzy
stomach.

"What?" Reg was caught off guard by his wife's sudden confrontation.

"That turned you on so much? What was it? Was it just that those two girls
were cute? Because they're pretty young for you, Reg. Or was it something
else? Something about what they were doing?"

"I don't know," Reg answered honestly but nervously. He wasn't used to his
wife being so assertive. "I just ... I think ... "

"Because if it's what they were doing," Carol said as she placed her hands on
his wide chest. "We can make that happen right here anytime you want." She
leaned up on her tiptoes to give her husband a quick peck on the lips and,
with a smile, walked around him to leave the bathroom. She patted his hard
butt as she left. Reg followed her.

"What do you mean? Like, play around wrestling or something?" What was he
asking? Did he really want to wrestle with his wife?

"Yeah, play around, I guess," Carol said, as she checked out the boys out the
window, too. They still just stirred aimlessly. Some boys were down on their
knees, gently patting Knox to wake him up. Heatley was now sitting up but
still holding his crotch.

"Babe, don't stand in front of the window naked. What if they see you?"

Carol turned back to face her husband with a look of mild annoyance. "Oh,
please, honey. You had no problem standing in front of his window with your
big cock hanging out when there were a couple of teenage girls over there."
Reg couldn't argue with that but was still annoyed. "Anyway, I didn't really
mean 'play around.' I meant the real thing, but if you can't handle that, I
totally understand. Especially after what we saw happen to those boys."

"What? You mean you would actually want to fight me?"

"I think it might be fun, yeah," Carol said as calmly as if she was talking
about baking a pie. She walked up to Reg. "But, like I said, I understand if
you wouldn't want to."

"Why would I not want to?" Reg asked, swallowing hard. He remembered what
Carol had said about girls being more ruthless. He also remembered her saying
things like that when she had a pretty tight grip around his balls. To his
intense frustration, he felt his dick getting harder.

"Because I think it would be a pretty big blow to your ego to lose to little
ol' me," Carol said.

Reg tried to laugh. He couldn't understand his wife's confidence. He was
standing right in front of her, towering over her, his large, muscular frame
dwarfing hers, and yet she seemed to think he was the one who was afraid.

"I just wouldn't feel comfortable hitting my wife."

Carol laughed. "You wouldn't be able to lay a hand on me, big guy." She
tweaked his nipple. Where was this coming from? Both husband and wife her
surprised by her gumption.

"Carol, please. I'm a trained athlete. I used to wrestle and box. I'm not
saying women are inferior but, let's face it, men are stronger."

"Did you not see what happened down there? Those guys were pretty big and they
got their asses kicked."

"Yeah, because those girls kicked them in the balls. That's not playing fair."

"Who said anything about playing fair? And besides, if they were such
top-notch athletes, why didn't they see it coming it and block those kicks or
counterattack or something?"

"I doubt that-"

"Face it, honey," Carol said as she wrapped her hands around her husband's
thick neck. "Women ARE more ruthless and it's precisely because men
underestimate us that we can win in any kind of fight." Before Reg could
disagree, she slid her hands down his chest toward the waistband of his
shorts. "Now, are we going to waste this big, fat erection you've got or do
you want to keep arguing?"

Reg ignored his wife's come-on. He was too angry. "Carol, you're being
ridiculous. Anyone could beat a guy if they kicked him in the balls first.
That doesn't mean anything."

"Ok, fine," Carol said with a sigh. "Prove it. Let's go."

What? Reg couldn't believe it. He didn't mean to push the conversation in this
direction ... or did he? Is this why he brought it up with her? To prove his
manhood after seeing fellow athletes, albeit younger, get beaten by girls?

"Carol, you're not serious."

"I am. Let's go. Right here. We have room. Whatever you want to do. No holds
barred."

"Right. And then as soon as we start you kick me in the balls."

"Honey," Carol said, choosing her words very carefully. "I would never kick
you in the balls. I want your balls to work just as much as you do. No holds
barred except no ball kicks, okay? And no biting because that's gross."

"You're serious? Right now?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Because you're naked."

"So what? Less for you to grab on to."

"Well, that means I guess I have to fight naked for it to be fair," Reg said
as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He couldn't believe
he was going along with this but couldn't help himself.

"Oh, no you don't. Not when you're at full attention," Carol said, pointing at
his bulging crotch. "I don't want that thing to poke me in the eye or
something."

Reg held up his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. Have it your way."

"And don't go easy on me because I'm a girl. When I win I want to be because I
really won."

"Okay, whatever you say, honey," Reg said as he lowered himself into a
fighting crouch.

"Which means," Carol said as she imitated him, "that I'm not going to go easy
on you, either. I'm serious."

"Whatever you say, honey," Reg said again. He realized this was exactly what
he wanted. A few quick moves, his wife would be pinned, he could reaffirm his
masculinity, and then he could take his wife up on her promise to take care of
his erection, which was now throbbing almost painfully in his tight briefs.

"Ready?" Carol asked.

"Ready," Reg said.

They ran toward each other in the middle of their living room, the large,
muscular male, clad only in a pair of short running shorts and briefs, versus
the thin, toned, yet smaller and very naked female. Right as Reg was reaching
out to grab his wife's shoulders in a classic face-off position from
wrestling, his wife dropped to the ground, plunged her feet deep into his
lower belly and pulled on his arms. Before he knew it, he was flying over her
only to crash onto his back behind her. The landing slammed the air of his
chest and he was winded. He could barely shake the cobwebs loose when he
realized his wife hadn't let go of one of his arms while she stood up. She
twisted it and dropped to the ground again. Reg yelled out in pain as it felt
like she was going to rip it right off.

Carol let go and stood up. She was exhilarated. Reg was slowly pulling himself
to his feet and as soon as he turned around to face her she launched herself,
burying her shoulder into his belly and wrapped her arms around his massive
thighs, pulling them to her as she pushed his stomach back. He landed, once
again, on his back with a thud. This time she quickly scrambled up his body to
plant her ass on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him again. She quickly
slid her knees on either side of him as close to his torso as she could,
trapping his arms between her knees and his body. He looked up into the face
of his smiling wife, furious that she had already taken him down twice and
looking so smug about it. She tried to rock her off by twisting his torso.

"You haven't pinned me yet," Reg said.

"Who said anything about pinning?" Carol asked. Reg's mind froze. If you
didn't win by pinning your opponent, how did you win? He realized they never
discussed this. Thinking of the fight they witnessed - the boys beaten to a
bruised, bloody pulp - he became terrified at what his wife had in mind. He
tried to rock harder to buck her off but his wife squeezed her legs hard and
braced herself against his chest and rode him well. Out of nowhere, her fist
smacked him right above his eye.

"Ow! He yelled out, immediately embarrassed by his actions. She punched him in
the face again, then again. Was she insane? Under fire and with his eyes
swelling shut, he finally used every muscle he had to jerk his body to one
side, throwing her off. They both quickly stood, facing each other.

"You stupid bitch! What are you doing" Reg roared.

Carol became furious. "You knew the rules. There are no rules! No biting, no
ball kicking, that's it!"

"That doesn't mean you can punch me!"

"Why the hell not?"

"Fine, you want to do that? I can punch, too." Blinded with fury, Reg charged
his wife and threw a hook at her head. Carol obviously saw it coming a mile
away and ducked, then slammed her own fist into Reg's lower belly. While his
stomach was protected with a thick set of rippling abs, she had already kicked
and sat on his lower abs and realized they were getting to be pretty soft. Reg
doubled over from the blow, bringing his head down to an easy level for Carol
to swing again, this time a hook right into the side of his face. Reg's body
crashed into the wall from the force.

"Come on! I thought you said you boxed! You haven't touched me even once!"
Carol said, bouncing back and forth on her feet. She was a fresh as a daisy
whereas Reg was already a sweating, bruised mess.

He charged her around, this time with a jab aimed her stomach but she quickly
danced out of the way and slammed a fist into the side of his ribs under his
outstretched arm, another weak spot between large muscular groups. He kept
swinging at her and missing, she kept ducking and dodging and connecting her
punches. Individually, they couldn't do a lot of damage but after a while his
torso because bruised and he was clearly tiring.

And she wasn't boxing the way he was used to. She slammed her fists into his
arms. At first he thought she was being careless and kind of stupid, but then
he realized she was deadening the nerves in his shoulders and biceps. His arms
were slowing down and he could barely swing them. She also kept firing punches
into his thighs which he wasn't used to and didn't know how to block. At first
it didn't seem to do much damage but then he felt his legs start to quiver. He
didn't know how to defend himself against her unorthodox methods. He pivoted
to swing at her again and she quickly hopped back and popped her fist into his
nose. His head popped back and stumbled away from her.

"Ow! Fuck! You broke my nose, you bitch!"

"I doubt that," Carol said. "And the more you call me bitch, the more you piss
me off."

"Fuck you!" Reg said, still holding his nose with both hands.

"I was hoping this good be a good, clean fight, you're ruining it," Carol
said.

"Good, clean fight my ass. You broke my nose!"

"I told you, women are ruthless. You didn't believe me. I warned you about
underestimating women."

"I am going to kick your ass, bitch," Reg said.

"You're going to lick my ass is more like it," Carol said as she walked up to
him. "And don't!" she slammed a fist into his exposed gut. "Call!" She punched
his open face as he dropped his hands down. "Me!' As he reeled back from the
face punch, she kicked him in the side. "A!" As he doubled over to the side,
she kicked his knee. "Bitch!" As his knee gave out and he fell to one knee,
she launched her foot into his face again. The force flung him back against
the wall. She charged him, grabbed his hands and held them over his head. She
could feel his large body sliding down the wall so she planted her knee under
his crotch to stop him. He was clearly dazed and his large legs were giving
out on him. His face was purple and swollen and his torso was pockmarked from
her punches. He was breathing deeply and his head was starting to droop toward
his chest.

"I wanted a good, clean fight because I thought that's what you liked.
Remember? The fight we saw? Remember your huge boner! I thought this would be
a fun new thing for us to do?"

Reg tried to free his arms but even with his huge arm muscles, she held him
tight. All her punches to his thick arms did enough damage to weaken them.
"Fuck ... you ... " he spit out, frustrated and, he could barely admit, a
little afraid.

"Oh, Reg, I don't think you really mean that." She switched her grip so that
only one of her hands was holding both his wrists above his head against the
wall. Still, he couldn't break free. "I'm pretty sure this is exactly what you
wanted." Carol was sliding her other hand down his large, vulnerable body. She
ran her hand through his chest hair, down his stomach to his shorts. She
removed her knee from his crotch. His quivering thighs could barely hold him
up.

"No, no, it's not what I want ... " Reg said, terrified not only of where he
hand was going but also that she may be right, that maybe, deep down, he did
like being beaten up by a woman.

"Oh, really? I think it is. And I think I can prove it." Carol slid her
fingers in the waistband of his shorts and slowly started to pull them down.

"No ... please ... " Reg begged but Carol kept going. She pulled them down
until she had her proof. With his shorts around his thighs, Reg's tool, which
had softened when the pain started, was now quickly swelling to a massive
erection, stretching the fabric of his briefs so tight it looked like they
might snap any second. Drenched with sweat, his skimpy white briefs were
practically transparent. Carol licked her lips at the sight of her husband's
huge, fat cock, throbbing in his skimpy little underwear.

She stepped on his shorts to push them all the way to the floor. With her free
hand, she slowly traced one finger along his shaft and when it reached the
tip, it pushed out drops of pre-cum. Reg thought he might explode right then
and there, just from the mere touch of her fingertip. Carol smiled, relishing
the physical and sexual power she had over her big, strong husband.

Just to mess with him a bit, she slid her hand lower, cupping the smooth, soft
pouch hanging between his muscular thighs. Reg's whole body tensed up as his
wife cupped his balls.

"Look how much power I have over you, husband," Carol said. "With one hand, I
can bring you pleasure ... " she slowly started to barely squeeze his balls,
"or pain."

"You said you wouldn't do that!" Reg cried.

"No, you said I couldn't KICK you in the balls, to which I agreed. I haven't
kicked you in the balls and I don't intend to."

"But ... but ... "

"Anyway, I don't really need to, do it? I'm pretty sure I've proven that a
small little girl like me can still dominate a big, tough guy like you without
having to resort to that, right? Haven't I?"

Reg knew she was right but couldn't say it. He just stared at her.

"Fine, if you can't admit it yet, then obviously my work here is not
finished." She let go of his balls and wrists and quickly wrapped her hands
around his huge chest, pulling him into her and locking her hands together at
his back. She started to lift.

"No ... wait ... " Reg said. He didn't think he could be more humiliated then
when his wife held his two hands with just one of hers, but now she was going
to lift him into a bear hug? She started to squeeze and Reg started to yell in
pain. He could barely raise his dead arms to fight back and punching her back
did no damage.

Carol loved this. Her husband's huge, thick muscles pressed against her and
even better, she could still feel his erection pressing into her stomach. She
had always wanted to try this and was glad Reg gave her the excuse. She was so
proud that she could lift and squeeze a man like Reg. His whole body was
bulging with huge muscles and yet he became putty in her arms. His head
slumped over shoulder and his legs, which tried kicking her at first, now hung
lifelessly. It only took a few minutes to wear him down. And he was still as
hard as a rock.

Relishing the victory of squeezing the life out of his powerful body, she
slowly slid him back down, easing her slim, feminine thigh between his large,
hairy thighs so he would feel her press into his balls again, just to scare
him. She was just putting him down for a second to transfer her grip. She slid
her hands down inside the back of his briefs. She grabbed his large, muscular
buttcheeks in each hand, groping him and sliding her fingers up and down in
between them. Reg had never felt so violated, especially when her fingers
would force their way down even lower and goose him. He tried to squirm out of
her grip but she still held on tight. By groping his ass so strongly, she was
also pressing his cock against her stomach. With all the squeezing and
squriming, he thought he might come any second but tried holding it in, not
wanting to give her the satisfaction.

"Mmmm, such a great little ass you've got," Carol said. "Too bad I've beaten
it so thoroughly."

"Please stop ... " Reg whispered.

"Unfortunately, that's not how these things end," she said. "And you, my dear
husband, need to learn his lesson."

"I've ... learned it," Reg said, seething with anger. "I get it. You're ...
you're pretty strong."

"Pretty strong?" Carol asked, laughing as she continued to grope and prod her
husband's taut ass. "You clearly haven't learned yet. Let's go."

Before Reg knew what was happening, Carol had shoved her hand so far down his
briefs between his muscular thighs that he soon felt her tiny fingers wrap
around his balls. He gasped as she slid underneath his arm and stepped around
behind him, still holding on to his trapped sack. She started pulling his
balls but he didn't know what to do. He tried to pull off her fingers but that
just made her clamp them down harder.

"I said, let's go!" Carol barked, pulling harder. Slowly, Reg started
following her, walking backwards as she pulled him by his balls, his legs
staggering, as he was bent over in pain, his hands wrapped around her hand
wrapped around his balls. He didn't know where they were going until they were
in the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Lay face-down on my lap," Carol said calmly, still holding onto her husband's
large, meaty testicles. She was relishing her power and noticed she had gotten
quite damp between her thighs. Her husband obviously loved being beaten and
humiliated by her, as evidenced by his non-stop throbbing erection. She,
apparently, was getting just as turned on.

"No ... please ... " Reg said, panting and sweating.

"I didn't' ask," Carol said, pulling his balls down toward her lap. "If you
cooperate I'll let go."

Due to the pain, Reg slowly managed to turn his body and move his legs to show
he was cooperating and Carol let go of his tortured balls. He light out a huge
gasp but before a second had passed, Carol had grabbed his waist and was
pulling him down. His will beaten out of him, he quickly found himself laying
face down across his wife's lap, his erection painfully jammed between her
parted thighs.

Carol was in heaven. Her gorgeous husband's huge, muscular body was splayed
out in front of her, his beautiful ass perched in front of her, his muscular
thighs quivering in pain and fear. She lovingly ran her hand over his back,
butt and legs just to savor the power she had over him before she slowly
pulled his briefs down, bunching them just under his ass. She then quickly
stuffed her hand inbetween his thighs and grabbed his balls again. His whole
body froze.

"Now don't try anything funny until I say we're done, understand?"

"Yes. Fine. I understand," Reg grunted.

"Good. Here we go."

And with that, she let go of his balls and quickly slapped her hand down hard
on one of his muscular cheeks.

"Ow!" he squealed.

She giggled and smacked the other cheek. He squealed again. She continued
spanking him until his taut, perky ass was turning red. His squealing was
getting louder and yet, of course, she could still feel his massive erection
throbbing between her thighs. She had her large, muscular husband completely
under control and was dominating him both physically and sexually. She was
getting more and more wet.

Finally, the pain became too much. "Stop! Please stop!" Reg shrieked.

"Aw, my poor baby," Carol said as she gently ran her hand over his bruised
cheeks. He was tense, awaiting the next smack. She loved how he seemed to be
afraid of her now, afraid of her power. "Does my big strong husband want me
stop spanking him?"

"Yes. Please. Yes," he grunted.

"But honey," she said, as once again she slipped her hand between his cheeks
and start exploring his balls and boner. "It really seems like you like it."

"Fuck you," Reg whispered.

"Okay, that's it, I've had enough," Carol said. And with that, she shoved his
body with both her hands right off the bed. He flipped over and landed on his
sore, raw ass cheeks. He immediately shrieked and his body jerked. Carol stood
up, bent over her husband and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his
briefs that were barely containing his arousal.

"Let's just get this over with."

"No," he protested, but it was too late. Carol quickly yanked his briefs down
his thighs, then his ankles and then off completely. His big fat dick sprung
up, stretching over his bruised, rippled abs and almost comically throbbing
and quivering.

Reg had slipped his hands under his ass to protect his butt cheeks from
rubbing on the carpet. Carol took advantage and quickly straddled his waist,
using her knees to press his arms against his sides. His arms were trapped.
Reg squirmed but couldn't break free.

Carol then grabbed her husband's boner and started pushing it inside of her.

"No...stop..." Reg protested again. But he couldn't stop her. His wife impaled
herself on his huge, throbbing dick and started pumping up and down.

Carol was lost in her own reverie, the feeling of her husband's thick dick
filling her up was just enough to push her over the edge. She was already so
hot that she almost immediately started coming which was good since Reg barely
lasted a full minute. She could feel his dick pulsating as he started to come
inside her. Both were grunting and groaning with orgasmic relief.

Finally, when they had both finished, Carol collapsed down on Reg with her
head resting on his chest.

"Get off me..." Reg whispered.

"You're still inside me, you know," Carol said. She squeezed his dick with her
vagina to drive her point home. He gasped. "I'm still calling the shots."

But Carol did pull herself up and then slowly pulled Reg's dick out, letting
it plop down on his hip.

She stood up and looked down at her husband below her. His handsome face and
thick neck, his large, heavy chest, his broad shoulders and thick powerful
arms, his V-shaped back that tapered down to a trim waist and 6-pack abs, his
thick thighs so plump with muscle, and his fat dick and large balls. All of
this powerful, muscular male was hers. She had just proved it.

"See?" she said with a smirk. "That wasn't too bad. And be honest, you got
what you wanted."

"Fuck you," Reg whispered, unable to look his wife in the eyes.

Carol was not happy with his response.

Outside, the boys were still loitering on the lawn. Knox and Heatley were
starting to recover. Both were sitting up and both were cupping their aching
groins.

"Stupid bitches," Knox grumbled. "They only beat us up because they kicked us
in the balls."

"Yeah," Heatley said.

"Yeah," some of the boys agreed. Although every boy had the same thought: it
wasn't just because they got kicked in the balls. The girls proved they were
superior fighters in every way.

"What is that?" one of them asked. They all looked in the direction he was
staring.

There, coming toward them, was a large, powerfully built young man. He was
practically naked except for...they couldn't be sure...but was he...was he
wearing women's panties?

It was hard to tell because he was walking so strangely, his legs wider apart
than necessary. He was stumbling and his whole body was bruised. His head was
thrown back at an awkward angle.

Plus there seemed to be something in beween his legs. Was that...a
hand...cupping his crotch? Was someone behind him?

As the man got closer, he stopped a few feet away from them. He was clearly in
pain and yes, he was clearly wearing panties and yes, there was clearly a hand
between his legs, not just cupping his crotch but squeezing it, and not
gently. And someone was grabbing his hair and pulling his head back so his
whole battered body was exposed and vulnerable. They couldn't help but notice
he was incredibly well-built but clearly suffering.

"See boys?" a woman's voice said. The hand let go of the man's hair and he
immediately doubled over, his hands flying to his aching crotch. Now the boys
could see the small woman standing behind the man. She apparently did not let
go of the guy's balls.

"You better be careful," she said. "It wasn't just those girls. Women can
physically dominate you, no matter how strong you are. And let me guess - you
think it was because they hit you in the balls."

The boys looked at each other in confusion.

"We saw the whole thing. We know what happened. And my husband here thought it
wasn't fair either. So he challenged me to a fight. A fight I won without once
kicking him in the balls. Isn't that right, honey?"

Reg didn't answer so Carol squeezed even harder. "Right, honey?"

"Yes! Yes," Reg grunted.

"Now let this be a lesson to you. Don't let this be your future. Treat girls
with respect and this won't happen again. Treat them badly and there's nothing
you can do stop a woman's rage."

And with that, Carol finally let go of her husband's balls. Reg immediately
collapsed to the ground and curled into a fetal position, cupping his aching
balls.

Carol, wearing only a tank top and short shorts to show off her cute, feminine
little body, marched away.

The boys were dumbstruck. They didn't know what to do or say to this guy, who
was so clearly built and buff there's no way that tiny woman should've beat
his ass. Yet there he was, practically naked except for a pair of panties,
just as destroyed as Knox and Heatley were not too long ago.

And once again, much to their shame and confusion, every boy - every single
one of them - had started sprouting boners during the woman's speech.