Tamed tearaway.
By jdean72000@yahoo.com
An update of Hardie's classic story, a young girl beats up, ballbusts and sexually dominates her big, muscular foster brother.


Joan felt the excitement spread through her 18-year-old body as the social
services officer introduced her to her new foster brother. The boy was a
truculent-looking, well-built 18-year-old, a good head and shoulders taller
than the girl, broad-shouldered and bull-necked. Just the sort of tough big
brother a girl needed --- to tame!

"Jason will be staying with you for a few weeks to see if a stable home life
can improve his somewhat belligerent attitude to society," the social worker
had told Joan and her mum on her preliminary visit. "Even though he's 18, he
has one more year of high school since he was held back at a young age. So he
needs to be in our care until he graduates. The boy is a real hard case, a
tearaway and a bully. I asked for him to be sent to you because of your
previous success with tough young males. Otherwise, Jason is destined to go to
a corrective institution for a long period of confinement. If you are prepared
to have him, the usual fees will apply."

Joan and her mother had exchanged smiles. They had found a nice little earning
providing a foster home for maladjusted young males, and were always happy to
accommodate another foster child.

As soon as the social worker left, Marion, Joan's mum, faced Jason.

"Right, young man," she said briskly, "here are the rules. We tell you what to
do. You do it! Got it!"

"Yeah, right," Jason said dismissively. He'd heard all this crap before.

Nobody had succeeded in forcing him to obey rules up to now, and he had no
intention of letting a couple of females tell him what to do.

"Yes ma'am! is the correct response. Now say it!" Marion stared into the eyes
of the well-built young man who dwarfed her slight female figure.

"You can't make me do nothin'!" sneered the young tearaway, though he was
unable to match the steady gaze of the woman who faced him.

"Oh, I think I can," said Marion. "I would like nothing better than to put you
over my knee and spank some manners into you, but I expect you'd go whining to
the welfare people if I did. So what I intend to do is let my daughter knock
some discipline into you instead."

Jason was looking puzzled.

"You either answer me properly," said Marionslowly, "or my little girl here
is going to take you downstairs to our gym and beat you up and make you answer
properly! What's it to be, boy?"

A grin spread over Jason's dull features. Did these bitches really think a
girl could beat him up? He was the toughest teenager in town, the victor of a
dozen street fights, and these bitches had no respect!

He felt the anger, the anger which drove him to destroy. It churned inside his
head. They wanted him to fight the girl. He'd fight the girl. He'd fight her
and crush her like a little black bug!

As he went up to his new room to change into a pair of shorts, he felt
excitement coursing through his powerfully muscled body. He didn't bother
putting on a shirt. He wanted to show off his muscles. He wanted this uppity
girl to be intimidated by his imposing physique. He couldn't wait to get hold
of the girl, to crush her and smash her to the ground and make her beg for
mercy.

.............

Joan faced him across the mat which filled most of the large cellar which had
been fitted out with weight training and gymnastic apparatus.

She hadn't bothered to change, except to put on plimsolls. She still wore her
short, navy blue school skirt, white school shirt and white calf-length socks.
She stood with her hands on her flaring hips, small breasts jutting pertly
above a slender waist. Her skirt stretched across sturdy, developing thighs.
She looked calm and assured, but was a fragile-looking adversary for the
brutally built young man.

"Now, so that there won't be any arguments later about who did what to whom,"
said Marion, "I'm going to film your little tussle with mycamcorder."

Jason was alarmed. "What you wanna do that for!" he said.

"Just so you won't be able to dispute the fact that a little girl beat you up.
If you win, you can have the film. If Joan wins, well, we'llsee, won't we?"


Jason tossed his shaggy head, totally dismissing the idea that the girl could
win.

"No holds barred," said Marion. "Fight to the finish. Go!"

Jason strolled arrogantly towards the girl who advanced in a traditional
boxer's stance, except that her hands were open instead of clenched intoa
fist.

"Karate queen are you, girl?" taunted Jason. "Won't be no good. No girl can
hurt me!"

The tough teenage boy sprang at the girl. Joan swayed aside and drove a
straight finger jab into the boy's muscle-ridged stomach and slipped away. Her
fingers had sunk in a little way, but she was very aware that she'd just hit
some very hard muscles indeed.

Jason grunted and feinted a swing at the young girl with his right fist.
Almost too late, Joan spotted the feint and was able to counter attack as the
boy stopped his punch, transferred his weight and lashed out at her with his
foot.

With lightning reactions, Joan jabbed downwards with crossed forearms,
checking the boy's shin as his foot flew towards her, then slid her hands down
to grasp his foot by his toes and ankle and twisted.

Jason's arms flailed wildly as he tried to keep his balance and, at the same
time, jerk his foot from the girl's grasp. Gleefully, the slender young female
heaved upwards and sent her opponent's massive body crashing backwards onto
the mat.

Before the male fighter could collect his wits, the neat young girl danced in
and caught him with a series of savage kicks to his ribs, shoulder and head as
he pulled himself upright.

The boy was furious. So far he hadn't touched the young female demon, and she
had got him down once and had scored with several blows. Not that they'd hurt
that much, but they'd hurt enough to be seriouslyannoying.

He tucked his head into his massively muscled shoulders, clenched his
hammer-like fists and bore down on the agile little girl who kept hitting
him.

Joan danced away, like a speedboat dodging a battleship, keeping out of reach,
striking when she saw an opening, persevering even when it seemedthat
nothing she could do could hurt the massive male who kept coming after her.


Jason was becoming highly frustrated. The girl's tiny fists kept smacking into
his face, and he could feel his eye swelling from the incessant pounding. Her
stiff-fingered jabs speared into his stomach and sternum with monotonous
regularity and every so often the girl swayed aside and kicked his knees and
shins.

He hadn't hit her once!

Joan was enjoying herself. Her mother had trained her in martial arts since
she was six years old. Marion had had to take a lot of crap from her husband
until she, herself, had taken up self-defence classes, beat the man within an
inch of his life and sent him packing.She was determined her daughter would
grow up being able to look after herself.

It was only later that the idea of making money from fostering and taming
young male thugs had occurred to her, and Joan had been only too eager to put
into practice the skills she'd learned over the years.

From the age of ten, she'd been taking foster brothers down to the cellar gym
and beating them up. At first it was just a series of contests. Contests in
which she proved to herself that she could take on older, bigger, tough male
opponents and beat them into subjugation.

Her success meant more referrals from social service workers who were amazed
at the change in the boys after a few weeks with Joan and Marion. This meant
more fees, and more difficult opponents!

Since she had reached puberty, however, the fights had taken on a different
aspect. She now achieved intense sexual pleasure from pitting herself against
muscular males, smashing them to defeat, humiliating them and making them
submit to her. But like a cat with a mouse, she liked to tease and torment the
boys, before bringing them down and showing them that a little girl was their
superior.

And this one was the best yet. He was so big, so strong and massively
powerful. Muscles bulged from his shoulders, arms and thighs. A light
smattering of hair spread across his chest and nipples, enhancing his virile
masculinity. His proudly rounded chest tapered into a stomach which was as
hard as a board.

At least it had started that way. Now the girl could feel the tight muscles
which protected his stomach begin to lose their rigidity as she set about
their destruction with her spearing jabs.

She also sensed other signs of weakening in her Herculean opponent. He wasn't
trying anything new, just swinging his fists at her elusive figure. And the
swings were becoming more and more ponderous as the dainty young girl
gradually beat the strength from the mighty male with her fighting skill.

Although she'd varied her attack, the girl's main target had been the boy's
left eye. Time and again her tiny fist smacked into the boy's face until the
eye was almost closed by the enormous swellings caused by the graceful girl's
persistent punching.

Jason was becoming desperate. One eye was almost closed and the girl was
beginning to go to work on the other. At this rate he'd soon be blinded.

His stomach was taking some serious punishment and his legs hurt where the
girl kept catching him with nasty little kicks. And he hadn't hit her once!


He finally realised that trying to punch the elusive little girl was getting
him nowhere. Instead, he tried to close with her and grab her.He charged.


Joan's reaction was automatic. She dropped to her haunches and kicked upwards
with one shapely leg. The boy screamed in agony as the girl's foot smacked
into his groin, crushing his thick young cock into his dangling balls,
dropping him to the mat in a writhing curl of maimed masculinity.

Joyously, Joan dropped beside the young man's squirming body. Picking her
spot, the girl drove her elbow down into the male fighter's exposedkidney,
causing his whole frame to jerk out straight as one of his hands flew to the
injured spot and his trunk-like legs kicked feebly in theair.

With feline grace, the lithe young girl eased herself astride the boy's
barrel-like chest, grasped him by the hair and began smashing punchesinto
his defenceless face. She could feel the young male's muscular chest heaving
against the silky skin of the insides of her smooth female thighs as she laced
into him.

Her whole body tingled with excitement as she drove her punches home, and she
wriggled her little bottom so that she could feel his hard muscles stimulate
her melting groin through the thincotton of her briefs.

Caught up in the moment, the girl failed to register the change in her male
victim's posture. Jason's befuddled mind somehow registered the fact that he
was being thrashed to defeat by a slightly built girl!

He just could not let this happen. He was the toughest fighter in the area. He
couldn't possibly let a little girl beat him. He had to do something; to
ignore the pain which seared through his body and get at the female who was
causing him so much trouble.

With a bellow of rage, he summoned up all his considerable strength, grabbed
the girl by the arm, tore her from her perch and flung her aside like a
discarded toy. Ignoring the pain in his face and groin, he pulled himself to
his feet and went after her, murder in his heart!

Joan gave a little squeal of surprise as she was sent flying by her powerful
adversary. She rolled over as she hit the mat and sprang lithely to her feet.

She was annoyed with herself for putting her ownfeelings of pleasure before
the subjugation of her male opponent. Now he was bearing down on her, and,
despite all the pain he'd endured, he was hell-bent on her destruction.

Dodging and weaving, the nimble young girl kept her distance as the maddened
male tried to flatten her with sheer raw power. Skilfully, she picked him off
as he came at her, tiny female fists smacking intoheavily muscled male flesh
as the pony-tailed tomboy hit him at every opportunity, driving him crazy with
her relentless bombardment.

Now the girl's fists were sinking deep into the boy's torso and biceps as she
pounded his muscles to pulp. Vicious jabs caused further swelling around the
boy's eyes, until he could barely focus on the swirling-skirted girl.

His breath came in pants as she sucked the stamina from his mighty frame with
each female strike, slowing him down until he could charge no more.

The boy stood there, drenched in sweat, shaking his head in bewilderment, like
a bull tamed by a triumphant matador, as the girl took over the attacking
role.

The husky, magnificently muscled male was now being forced to retreat by the
petite young female.

This time Joan was determined to make no mistake. She backed the boy up
against the gym wall and poured in the punches, hammering his massively
powerful body.

Even though she knew she didn't need to do it, she thrust her knee up between
the boy's muscular thighs, smashing into his unprotected groin. His thin gym
shorts and underwear offered no protection. As he howled in agony and tried to
cover his crotch with his hands, the girl kept up her assault, beating his
face and body until the boy's legs gave way and he began to slide down the
wall.

Desperately he tried to grab hold of the girl who was hitting him to save
himself from falling, but his arms were nerveless from her punishment.

The girl let him slide, punching him without mercy until he sank to his knees
before her, his once powerful arms round her hips for support, looking up
helplessly through half-closed eyes at the pretty face of the girl who was
beating him down without pity.

For a moment, the girl held him there, grasping a handful of hair with one
hand and carefullycrashing her fist into his face with the other until she
tired of hitting him.

Then she let him go, stood back, and, with hands on hips and legs astride,
watched the defeated young man crumple to the mat and lay spread-eagled at her
feet, his body wracked with sobs of pain andshame.

His spirit was broken. All the fight had been knocked out of him - by a pretty
little girl, half his size.

Joan felt the exhilaration of victory. Her insides started to melt with
excitement as she looked down at the marvellously sculpted body of the
magnificent male animal she'd hammered to defeat.

She looked enquiringly at her mother who was moving round, taking shots with
her camcorder.

Marion nodded. Her heart fluttering, Joan knelt down and pulled the boy's
shorts down over trunk-like thighs and bulging calves until she stripped them
from his body. He was left in just a tiny pair of briefs that bulged heavily
between his thighs. She quickly hooked her fingers in the waistband and
dragged those down his body as well.

She gasped as she saw his thick male cock curling over large, laden balls.

'This one's really hung!' she thought.

She stood up, kicked the boy's legs apart, walked up between his thighs and
nudged his tender balls with her toe, causing his body to flinch.

Barely aware of what had happened, the beaten young man focused with
difficulty on the figure standing over him. The figure of the girl, with her
hands on her flaring hips, her smoothly tanned thighs disappearing
tantalisingly into the hem of her navy blue skirt, her proud young breasts
thrust out in victory as she looked down at him with a quizzicalsmile on her
lips.

Unable to help himself, his cock rose in tribute to the girl who stood over
him, until a massive erection thrust upwards towards his pulverisedstomach.


"That's a good boy," praised the girl, barely able to contain her satisfaction
at the sight of his big, throbbing cock. "Now, think carefully before you
answer the next question. Remember, my foot is only a few inches from your
nice big balls. What do you say when my mother tells you to do something?"


Jason's mind raced. He was no longer the tough young tearaway who terrorised
the area. Now he was a panic-stricken, gibbering wreck of a male, lying
terrified at the feet of a girl, too scared to remember what he should
answer.

"Oh dear," sighed Joan. "Can't you remember, or are you still a defiant little
man child, then? Answer!" Her foot nudged his balls again. He flinched, making
his hard cock bounce.

"I...I...can't remember," sobbed the beaten bully.

"The answer is, 'Yes, ma'am!'," said Joan. "But punishment for not remembering
is a kick in the balls, I'm afraid," said Joan sympathetically.

Before Jason could react, Joan nimbly stepped out from between his thighs with
one foot, then drove her other foot into the tautened balls of the helpless
boy.

Jason's body jerked from the ground as the pain sliced into his brain. He
screamed in agony and rolling around, clutching his balls, crying in
despair.

After a few seconds Joan put one dainty foot on the stricken boy's throat.

"Now tell me," she said. "What do you say when my mother tells you to do
something?"

"Yes, ma'am!" The barely discernible answer came grudgingly from the beaten
boy's lips.

Joan pressed down with her foot. Jason could see right up her skirt, up the
insides of the girl's thighs to the crutch of her white cotton briefs. Another
sensation mingled with the boy's shame and fear, almost a sense of relief at
being dominated by the girl who had defeated him.

In that instant his remaining resistance collapsed, and he resigned himself to
being subjugated by the terrible girl fighter and her mother. And his cock,
which had slightly softened when the girl had so mercilessly attacked his big
male balls, thickened once again into an enormous erection.

"Yes, ma'am!" he said, with total conviction.

"Good boy," said Marion.

Joan turned to her mother. "Mom, I know you said you couldn't spank him, but
could I?"

Marion thought about it for a minute and then decided that her daughter had
earned this special treat. She had done such a good job over the years of
beating up and training so many tough young males. And now that Joan was 18,
Marion had to admit her precious daughter was technically an adult and can
make her own choices.

"Sure, honey," Marion agreed.

"Yes!" Joan cheered. She bent down and grabbed Jason by the ear, pulling him
to his feet. She led him to a couch by his ear as his battered body awkwardly
tried to keep up. Joan giggled as the hunky young man's enormous erection
bounced with every step.

Joan sat down on the couch and pulled the whimpering stud down on top of her.
He draped his gorgeously muscled body across her lap, his broad back on one
side, his thickly muscled thighs on the other, and his muscular ass right in
front of her.

Joan could feel herself getting wet as her aroused captive was forced to
awkwardly stuff his thickly engorged cock between her slim thighs.

The girl began to caress his perky butt and slide her hands up and down his
thighs. His whole body tensed at her touch, his buttcheeks especially
clenched. She loved that this towering, powerful male was so afraid of her.

"Now Jason," she began, "I'm going to spank you as many times as I think is
right. And if you try to stop me, or roll off, or try anything funny ... " And
with that, she forced her hand between his beefy thighs and wrapped her small,
feminine hand around his balls. "...I will hurt your big balls more than you
ever imagined. Is that clear?" She gave his heavy balls a warning squeeze.

"Yes, ma'am," Jason muttered between sobs.

"Good boy," Joan said. She let go of his nuts and licked her lips at the sight
of his taut, masculine bottom. And with that, she began to smack each buttock
as hard as possible with her open palm.

Jason's large, muscular body flinched with every smack, his head and legs
kicking up each time. His ass got redder and redder as the girl savored each
impact of her small hand against the hard male flesh.

As Joan could hear the young man sobbing and feel his big dick throbbing
against her thighs, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

But finally, after what seemed like hours to Jason (but was merely minutes),
Joan had to make herself stop. Her hand was starting to hurt. She lay back
against the couch, satisfied and aroused. His body just slumped down against
her lap and the couch, his upper body racked with his sobs.

"Wonderful job, honey," Marion said. "I'm so glad you've learned you can't
show these boys even the tiniest bit of mercy or they'll take advantage of
it."

"Thanks, Mom," Joan sighed. "Is it time? Can I finally do it?"

Marion smiled lovingly at her daughter. "Yes, honey, it's time."

"Yay!" Joan cheered again. She placed her hands against Jason's body and
shoved him off of her so he landed face up at her feet, his blistered buttocks
slamming into the cold floor. She stood up as Jason, howling in pain, rolled
onto his side to alleviate the pain.

She planted her foot against his chest and forced him onto his back. He
flinched as his ass was pressed against the floor but, to Joan's great
delight, his cock still stretched hungrily toward his belly.

Joan had noticed for years now that when she beat up the boys they would get
erections. At first she thought it confusing, then gross, then as she got
older she became more and more curious. Finally she asked her mom about it,
who told her that that was a common reaction men had to getting dominated by
women. But Marion also told her daughter that the only time she could the
boys' genitals was to punch, kick, knee or grab them. Otherwise it would be
inappropriate for anything sexual to happen.

But now that Joan could finally satisfy her curiosity, she was elated. She
stepped between the boy's legs and squatted down, then used her small,
feminine hands to push the young hunk's big, muscular thighs apart.

"What ... ?" he muttered as he could barely pick up his head to look down at
the tiny tormentress between his legs.

Then, to his utter shock and horror, Joan wrapped her hand around his big,
thick dick and pulled it up so it was aiming toward the ceiling.

"No!" Jason grunted. He had already been through so much - this small girl had
thrashed him, stripped him naked and spanked him. And now she was going to ...
?

Joan, with a mischievous smile on her face, began to pump his massive member.
In normal circumstances the young male would be in heaven if a girl wanted to
have her way with him.

But these were not normal circumstances! On top of everything else, he did not
want this girl to make him cum. She had already physically dominated him. To
sexually dominate him, too...to control his dick, the ultimate symbol of his
masculinity...this was too much.

"Stop ... " he said, but then caught himself, remembering that he was indeed
under the control of these women. "Please ... "

"Aw, isn't that cute?" Joan asked her Mom as she continued to pump his cock.
"He doesn't want me to wank him. And he said 'please.'"

"Adorable," Marion giggled. "But it seems his erection would disagree with
him."

"No ... " Jason tried again. He was in agony. He didn't know why his dick had
been hard for so long. It didn't make any sense but he knew he didn't want it
to be hard and he definitely did not want this girl to jerk him off. He
started to try to pick up his upper body but he was exhausted. "Stop ... "

"Jason," Joan said sternly as she grabbed his balls. His whole body froze.
"You move again and you'll wish you were never born with balls, understand?"

Jason looked into the fierce eyes of the girl who had physically, mentally and
sexually conquered him and realized he had lost. His large, muscular body was
no match for this girl. He lay his head back down and relaxed his body.

"Good boy," Joan said again. Keeping his balls cupped in her hand, she could
now focus on the large, throbbing, strangely warm cock in her other hand. As
she kept pumping it, it seemed to get harder and harder and the head seemed to
get bigger and redder. She twisted her hand up and around the ridge of the
head, causing Jason's whole body to squirm.

She noticed he was starting to breathe deeper and faster and his beautifully
muscled body kept flexing and squirming in waves. Joan was savoring every
moment of having this hunk's big cock and balls in her hand, controlling his
whole muscular body. She delighted in the drops of pre-cum she was squeezing
out of him, using them to slick up his dick.

Finally, his balls pulled into his body and his breathing got even faster.

"He's about to cum," Marion informed her daughter. "Use both hands. His dick
is big enough to do that. Pump him faster and don't stop until you're sure
you've got every last drop out."

Joan did as she was told, wrapping both hands around her male prey's rock-hard
boner and pumping it faster and faster until he let out a guttural groan.
Milky white globules began to spurt out of his dick, landing on his hairy
chest, then his abs, and then they started to drip down his dick, coating her
hands.

"Keep going," Marion said, feeling intensely aroused herself.

Joan kept pumping and pumping, squeezing every last drop out of Jason's dick
as he was groaning in a combination of pleasure and agony.

Finally, as Joan squeezed her hands up the shaft of Jason's cock one last
time, nothing came out. Joan let go, letting his dick drop onto his
cum-puddled belly with a splat.

"I don't get it Mom," Joan said as she wiped her hands on Jason's thighs. "His
penis is still hard. Does that mean he still has more sperm in him?"

"No, that's just because he's 18," Marion said with a sigh, remembering the
fun times she had with 18-year-old boys when she was her daughter's age.
"They're nothing but hormones at that age. Give hima few minutes and he'll
be ready to go again."

"Really?" Joan's eyes lit up. "Can I stay down here with him and make him do
that again? Please?"

"Okay," Marion agreed. "But if you're going to milk a boy you have to do it
properly. You must make sure to squeeze every last drop out of him. This young
man will probably be able to be milked at least two more times. He might not
think so, but boys aren't very smart about their own bodies. But remember, we
have to start teaching him the chores he has to do around the house. When
you're absolutely sure he's done you both have to come upstairs, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Mom," Joan said as she surveyed the beautifully muscled male
body laid out in front of her, incredibly proud that it was all hers to do
with as she wished.

Jason just groaned at the thought of even more sexual humiliation. He was now
covered in his own quickly drying cum and his dick was still painfully hard
and there was nothing he could do about it.

Mother and daughter grinned at each other. They knew Joan had drained the
strength from the muscular young man's body. They knew he was tamed.

And, if he ever attempted to step out of line, there was always the video
which could be circulated. A video which showed a slip of a girl taming the
tough teenage tearaway with her frightening fists, until he lay a helpless
male hulk at the feet of the girl who had beaten him.

Joan felt her elation spread through her nubile young body. She was going to
enjoy teaching the beautifully built young man how to behave and how to obey
without questioning the commands of a superior - the commands of a girl!