Bullies Beaten part 4
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com
A big, muscular man tries to get revenge on the younger, smaller woman who ruined his life. The evening doesn't go the way he planned.


[Previously in the series:

Bullies Beaten - Two bullies, Knox and Heatley, are beaten up and sexually
subjugated by two girls.

Hunky Husband Defeated- Reg and Carol, a married couple who watched the girls
beat up the boys, decide to have their own fight. Big strong Reg is surprised
at the outcome.

Anne Beats Boys (Bullies Beaten part 2) - Knox and Heatley both take on one of
the girls who manages to turn the tables on them.

Hunky Husband Defeated Part 2- Carol invites the two girls over to practice
their fighting skills on Reg.

Bullies Beaten part 3 - The girls beat up and sexually dominate the boys'
fathers, Jack and Luke.]

[Ding dong!]

Barbara skipped down the stairs and over to the front door. Distracted from
the fun activities she was just participating in, she didn't even think to
check to see who it was. The very second she heard the click of the deadbolt
as she unlocked it, the door slammed open into her and she was suddenly thrust
back against the wall behind her and lifted up by her neck.

There, in front of her, was Luke, the man she had beaten up just a month ago.
Not just beaten up, but completely physically destroyed and then sexually
dominated, followed by a healthy dose of humiliation. His dark eyes were full
of rage. The big, meaty hands wrapped around her neck were squeezing tightly.
She started choking.

"Remember me, bitch?" Luke snarled. "You fucking ruined my life. You think
you're so tough? I'm going to fucking destroy you and that cute little ass of
yours."

Barbara was squirming and trying to pull away or punch his mighty arms but to
no use. She tried clawing his face but couldn't reach. She knew she didn't
have long before she ran out of oxygen and she really didn't feel like waiting
to see if this man would actually kill her or not. She defaulted to her usual
move. She kicked Luke in the crotch.

But nothing happened. In fact, her foot connected with something hard and it
hurt.

Luke was wearing a cup! He burst out laughing.

"You stupid bitch," he said. "You think I wouldn't come prepared? I know all
your dirty tricks. You're not gonna touch my balls this time."

Barbara kept struggling, slapping his arms and kicking her legs but nothing
made him budge even an inch.

Her face was getting ready and her head was getting dizzy. She was running out
of time.

Barbara was terrified.

Luke's rage toward Barbara had been simmering for the past month. She and her
friend had surprised him and his buddy Jack in Jack's backyard. The two girls
punished the big, powerfully built men for being bullies to their sons who had
in turn bullied the girls. The girls beat them up, made them punch each other,
stripped them naked, jerked them off and made their sons jerk off on them. The
men's wives had watched the whole thing, too.

Just like that, Luke's whole life had changed. He could no longer control his
wife, Carrie, as she threatened to call Barbara if he gave her a hard time.
She ignored him in favor of spending time with Jack's wife as the two women
had started a relationship after bonding over their husbands' abuse. Now the
only time Carrie talked to him was when she made him lie down on the bed so
the two women could have sex on him. One would ride his dick, one would sit on
his face and make him eat her pussy while they made out with each other. As
soon as they were done with him, they kicked him out of the room before he
even had a chance to come so they could continue having sex with each other.
His wife had reduced him to a human dildo.

Plus, Luke's son Heatley was no longer in fear of him. Seeing his big, strong
father get his ass handed to him by the same girl that had beaten up Heatley
changed their relationship. Heatley no longer took orders from his dad and
barely talked to him at all.

On top of all that, Luke and Jack were still mad at each other. During the
fight, the girls stood behind both men, squeezing their balls, making them
punch each other. The men tried refusing but the girls just squeezed harder
until Jack swung his fist into Luke's face with more force than either man
expected. Even though Luke punched back, he never forgave his friend for
giving in to the girls' demands.

So he lost his marriage, his son and his best friend all in one afternoon.

Needless to say, Luke was furious. It was a Friday night and he was working
out in the gym he had built in his garage.

Or actually, trying to work out is more like it. The girls had so damaged his
shoulders that he could barely use his arms. Lifting weights was one of the
few stress relievers in his life. Plus he had been working out for two decades
and built a strong, masculine body that he was proud of. He had tried to give
his shoulders time to heal and hoped a month would be enough.

But as he tried to bench press, he could barely lift weights that a month ago
would have been easy for him.

He sat on the bench, thinking about all the ways Barbara had ruined his life
and gotten away with it. The men hadn't called the police because they were
too embarrassed. But now Luke decided something had to be done.

The girl had to pay.

He knew her mom was a flight attendant and was gone for the weekend. Her
father had left them a few years ago. Barbara didn't have any siblings. He
could check out her house and see if she's home alone.

This is it, he thought as he seethed with anger. This is the night.

An impulsive man who rarely second-guessed his own ideas, he decided to leave
right away. He was wearing his usual workout clothes of a red sleeveless
t-shirt, black compression shorts and sneakers. He was about to grab his car
keys when he remembered how the fight started.

Barbara had kicked him in the balls.

Although he wanted to feel confident that that wouldn't happen this time, that
he would be prepared and that, even with his damaged arms, a man as strong as
him could take a small girl like her...well, he wasn't as confident as he
wanted to be about that one particular point.

He ran over to the wall of shelves where he stored all his old sporting
equipment: football uniforms, workout gloves, shoes, towels, etc. He grabbed a
duffel bag and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for: his
old jockstrap with a cup in the pouch.

He was too impatient to take off his shorts and put on a jockstrap, so he
removed the cup and stuffed it down the front of his shorts, adjusting it
until it fit snugly over his cock and balls. He knew the compression shorts
were tight enough to keep it in place.

Luke smiled with pride. He now felt like a male warrior on his way to battle,
protected by his armor, even if that armor was just a plastic codpiece. That
was all he thought he needed.

He grabbed the keys, hopped in his car and was off.

And now, here he was, easily overpowering the girl who had been so confident
and cocky a month ago. Seeing her struggle in his hands sent shivers of
excitement through his body. It helped that she was wearing a cropped pink
t-shirt and short jean shorts, revealing a thin yet toned body. He ogled her
perky breasts and long, smooth legs.

"Your ass is mine, sweetheart," he said with a sneer.

Barbara opened her eyes and looked at Luke for what she thought might be the
last time: his brutish good looks, his thick dark hair, his long black beard
and, the worst part, his eyes so full of hate.

And then it dawned on her.

Barbara held onto Luke's wrists for support and swung her legs up, clamped his
beard between the soles of her feet and yanked his head toward her. At the
exact same moment, her hand shot out and two fingers stabbed the man in the
eyes.

"Argh!" he cried out. His grip loosened enough for Barbara to pull free and
drop to the floor as Luke backed up against the door behind him, his hands
flying to his damaged eyes. Barbara pulled her knee up to her chest and then
fired her foot out, sinking into Luke's gut. His thick wall of stomach muscles
might've been able to protect him if he had seen it coming but, of course, he
didn't.

With his back against the door and Barbara's foot seemingly spearing straight
through to his spine, Luke doubled over, feeling like he might puke.

Barbara, still dizzy but seeing her opportunity to escape, took off into the
living room. Luke immediately followed her. His vision was blurred and he
could barely gulp in oxygen due to her kick but he reached for her with fury
in his heart.

She realized she had nowhere to go, no way to get to her phone in time and no
way to get to the door behind him. But she did remember from her self-defense
training how to use an opponent's momentum and bodyweight against them. She
quickly turned to face him, grabbed one outstretched arm as she turned away
from him again, bent over and raised her hips into his as she pulled his arm
down. The big man went flying over his opponent and landed with a slam on the
floor.

Barbara knew that she couldn't let up for a second. Even as Luke's body was
landing on the floor, she took a giant leap and landed with both feet right
onto Luke's already damaged belly and then hopped off. For the third time in
just 10 seconds, she had completely knocked the wind out of him.

Luke howled in pain as he rolled over onto his stomach. In the next instant
Barbara had leapt up again and this time her bony heels stabbed him right in
his lower back before she again hopped off.

Luke cried out yet again as one of his hands instinctively bent back to rest
on the damaged area.

This is just what Barbara wanted. She quickly sat down on his butt, grabbed
his arm with both of her hands and shoved his hand up between his shoulder
blades.

Luke groaned as he felt her ripping out his shoulder yet again. She scooted up
his body so her arm was trapped in the V of her knees and held down by her
hand. There was no way he could pull it free. He resisted and was just strong
enough to keep her from tearing the ligaments all over again. But Barbara knew
she didn't need to go that far. She knew if she did this long enough his arm
would go numb and sure enough, in a few moments she felt less and less
resistance.

Luke was squirming underneath her, trying to roll over or get up on all fours
but every time he started to pull himself up she would quickly raise her butt
off his back and then slam it back down, slamming his body to the floor.

Once she was done with one arm, she let it go and quickly grabbed his other
arm, hoisting it up between his shoulder blades as well. Luke was too dazed to
think clearly and prepare himself for such an obvious move.

"Argh! You bitch! You fucking bitch!" Luke cried out. But it didn't matter.
Soon she had rendered that arm useless as well. He felt it go numb. She felt
it go limp.

Showing no mercy, Barbara grabbed Luke's hair and started smashing his face
into the floor over and over - BAM! BAM! BAM!

Without the use of his arms, all Luke could do was brace every muscle in his
body and roll over, sending Barbara toppling off to the side as he rolled onto
his back. She was scared that maybe he was more mobile than she realized so
she tried crawling away but he managed to grab her foot.

But it wasn't a strong grip. In fact, Barbara looked back to see Luke's face
was bruised from the floor slams, his eyes red and puffy from the finger stab
and his expression dazed from all the damage she had caused. His hands were
barely cooperating with him.

She decided she didn't need to keep running away. In fact, she did just what
Luke wanted. She scooted backward on her hands and knees toward his head. Luke
wasn't anticipating this and was caught totally off guard. She kicked her foot
free of his grasp as she slid on top of his chest, stretched her legs back on
either side of his head, reached back to grab his hair and hoisted his head up
as she clamped her thighs around his neck and locked her ankles.

Luke found himself trapped in a reverse headscissors. His face was stuffed
into the rough crotch of her jean shorts as her thighs compressed his neck and
head. He grabbed her thighs to pull them apart but he could barely use his
arms at this point. Now it was Luke who could barely breathe. The young girl
had turned the tables on her older, larger male opponent in a mere 10 minutes.

Barbara also found herself facing Luke's crotch, with the strangely large,
smooth bulge between his legs. While Luke struggled beneath her, Barbara
calmly lifted up the waistband of his shorts with one hand and reached in with
the other. She pulled out the hard plastic cup. Fascinated, she turned it
around to see it from all angles.

'Men actually think this will protect their weakest point?' she wondered.
'God, they're stupid.'

She tossed the cup aside, lifted up the waistband again and peered inside.
'Jackpot,' she thought as she saw his thick, soft cock laying on his belly and
his large balls just behind it. She reached in until she could wrap her
fingers around his nuts and started squeezing.

It was like she had electrified his whole body with pain. Luke's muffled cries
of agony vibrated through Barbara's body as he started spasming and jerking
from the unbearable pain. He tried to reach down and pull her hands away from
his balls but she just gave his head an extra hard twist and his hands flew
back up to her thighs again.

"Shhhhh," Barbara said as if soothing a baby. "Just go to sleep, big boy."

They laid like this for what seemed like forever to Barbara, as she squeezed
Luke's head and balls at the same time. Her thighs, toned from years of sports
and dance, never got tired or sore. And she loved the feeling of his large yet
soft, squishy testicles in her grip.

She could feel the fear leaving her body and something new replacing it:
power. She felt powerful controlling this large, muscular man who had been so
intent on hurting her. She also felt a pleasurable sensation running through
her thighs and her crotch. Squeezing her thighs like this around a man's head
was turning her on. She could feel herself getting wet. She was distracted by
this newfound sensation when she realized Luke wasn't struggling anymore. His
arms and legs were lying limp on the floor.

Maintaining her grip on his balls just in case, Barbara slowly started to
release her thighs. Nothing happened, so she opened them until she heard and
felt Luke's head land on the floor with a soft thud.

He was breathing but not moving. He had passed out!

Barbara was ecstatic. She had rendered her predator unconscious. She felt so
proud.

She hopped off of Luke and took a few deep breaths to calm down. She realized
she had a choice. She could call the police about the man who attacked her or
...

Barbara looked down at the large, powerfully built and handsome man lying at
her feet. She ogled his muscles and especially his bulging crotch. She
remembered her previous fight with him where she fondled his big dick for what
seemed like the whole afternoon, and how fun that was.

'He's a terrible fighter,' she thought. 'Now that I've already defeated him, I
can really have some fun with him.'

...or she could not call the cops and keep going with her domination of him.

Barbara immediately knew which option sounded more fun.

She pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, revealing his broad, hairy chest
and rippling abs dusted with hair that trickled down into his shorts.

She pulled off his shoes and was about to grab the waistband of his shorts
when she noticed he was stirring. A few soft moans escaped his lips as his
body just barely started to twitch.

Still incredibly turned on and assuming the man was down for the count, she
crawled on all fours over his body until she draped herself over his, her
breasts pressing into his chest, her thighs trapping his bulging crotch. With
one arm braced on the floor, she gently cupped his face and kissed him.

She liked his soft lips and the feel of his hard muscles beneath her. His
beard tickled her chin and neck. She kissed him again, noticing that he was
starting to kiss back so she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Luke was completely dazed and out of it. He was barely regaining consciousness
when he felt a female body on top of him and then she was kissing him. He
instinctively started to kiss back and when he felt her tongue he obligingly
reciprocated.

They laid like that, kissing passionately, as they both felt his cock growing
within his shorts, pushing between her thighs.

Luke tried to lift his arms to embrace the girl but couldn't. Then it all came
back to him - his arms! This bitch! He was in her house trying to attack her,
not make out like a teenager!

He opened his eyes and saw her face right up against his, her eyes close in
ecstasy.

Even without his arms to prop himself up, a huge shot of adrenaline bolted
through his body as he used his abs and legs to quickly hop up to his feet.
Barbara tumbled off of him.

She looked up at the shocked, dazed man. She was surprised that he could still
move so quickly but then she noticed his fast actions gave him a major head
rush. Not to mention he wasn't fully recovered from the head scissors and his
arms, back, stomach, head and balls were all still aching with pain. But she
also noticed the bulbous head of his erection peeking out of the top of his
shorts. He started wobbling around but tried to ignore it as he focused on the
target of his anger. He started to stagger toward Barbara with rage in his
eyes.

Barbara knew that even in his weakened condition Luke's strength was not to be
underestimated. Acting on reflex, she quickly grabbed his cup on the ground
and, just as he was leaning down to grab her, slammed it into the side of his
face. Luke's reflexes were not nearly as quick as Barbara's at that point so
he wasn't fast enough to block the blow. Or the next one. Or the next one.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The third strike was finally powerful enough to fling Luke's body around a
full 180 degrees. He staggered around more, pain reverberating throughout his
skull, legs spread wide for balance. Whatever motor had pumped adrenaline
through his body just moments ago was now sputtering to a halt.

Barbara, still on the floor, had a perfect view up between his legs where his
bulge drooped between them. Wasting no time, she quickly slammed Luke's own
hard plastic cup into his balls, smashing them against his pelvis.

Luke's hands flew over his crotch as he bent over in pain, his legs slamming
together instinctively to protect himself. His face was contorted in agony as
he staggered around some more before falling to his knees and then toppling
over on his side, his hands in between his legs as pathetic little moans
crawled up his throat. He felt nauseated as the pain emanated up through his
whole body.

"Whew!" Barbara said as she stood up. "That was close. Silly me for thinking
you were down for the count. But silly you for thinking this stupid cup would
protect you."

Luke just laid there, moaning, his head still dazed from the cup slamming into
it.

Barbara noticed that his right foot was under the couch. That gave her an
idea.

She stepped on his right ankle to keep it trapped there and crouched down to
grab his other ankle with both her hands.

Luke, too dazed and in pain to resist, could merely watch as the girl then
stood up, forcing his legs open. She then pushed his raised leg up and out
even further, spreading Luke's legs apart wider than he thought possible.

He tried to close them but it was just his one muscular leg against her whole
body. With her foot still trapping his other foot under the couch so he
couldn't close that leg, she pushed his raised leg open more and more and
more, almost forcing him into the splits.

Luke just started groaning in misery as it felt like she was going to rip him
in half right at the groin. He tried to force his upper body up so he could
grab her but his damaged body just wasn't working the way he wanted it too.

As Barbara forced the hunk's legs farther apart, she looked down at him to
savor his agony.

"Arrrrgghhh! You fucking bitch!" he yelled out through gritted teeth.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Barbara said with mock condescension. "You really shouldn't
call me that. Maybe this will help you learn your lesson."

And with that, she gave his leg another push, wondering how much more it could
take before the ligaments started snapping. Luke howled out in pain.

Barbara toyed with him for a while like that before she got bored. His hands
were still over his crotch so right before she let go of his leg she stomped
his stomach. Once again, his thick abs were unprepared and her foot
practically sank right to the floor. Luke's body shot up until she let go of
his leg and then he curled into a ball again, his groin and stomach on fire
with pain.

She then proceeded to kick him all over his body, knowing exactly where to aim
her bony heel: his head, stomach, the ribs under his upper arms, his ankles.
Luke tried rolling away while swatting at her but he could never grab her. She
was too fast for the big, slow oaf.

Barbara could see that her muscular male foe was really out of it at this
point, so one more well-placed kick to his shoulder rolled him onto his back,
with his arms and legs splayed open in exhaustion.

She stood in between his legs with her hands on her hips, looking down with
pride on the big, beautifully sculpted male body that she has so thoroughly
dominated.

"Learned your lesson yet?" she asked.

With his eyes closed and his head slowly shaking back in forth, Luke could
barely mutter, "...fuck...you ... "

"Oh, Luke, I guess you're all brawn and no brains, huh?" she asked. "And even
your brawn is pretty useless. You have all those big, hard male muscles and I
still kicked your ass and I'm just a small girl. How pathetic."

And with that, Barbara bent over and grabbed Luke's balls, easily visible
through the tight spandex of his shorts. He howled out in pain and sat up to
pull her hands away but then she also grabbed his beard and hoisted his head
up. With her grip on his balls and beard, she pulled the much bigger male to
his feet.

Luke, dazed and sweaty, wavered on trembling legs, his body racked with pain.
Barbara continued to cup his crotch with one hand while placing the other on
his shoulder and shifted back and forth on her feet in rhythm with him, as if
they were slow dancing. It was like a romantic movie, except for the fact that
the leading man was covered in bruises and the ingenue was fondling his
balls.

"Poor Luke," Barbara cooed. "Such a big strong man." Her hands started roaming
over his body. "Barging into my house like that, strangling me." She cupped
his heavy pecs, squeezed his biceps, caressed his six-pack abs. "And yet here
you are, once again, having gotten your ass kicked by little ol' me." On the
word 'ass' Barbara slipped one hand behind him and grabbed a handful of one of
his beefy asscheeks. "I can't imagine the shame you must feel."

And Luke did feel shame. His strong, male body had let him down. He was being
controlled by a younger, smaller female opponent. He was almost...afraid of
her, if he could let himself admit it. And yet, as she caressed his body, he
also started feeling other things. And it never took long for his manly
intentions to make themselves known. Within moments his large, swollen cock
was once again stretching up out of his shorts, the bulbous head dribbling
white, sticky pre-cum.

"Woo! Would you look at that!" Barbara exclaimed when she saw the new visitor.
With one hand on his shoulder, her other hand dropped down to his dick, her
fingers circling the sensitive cock-helmet. Luke gasped as pleasure shuddered
through his body, yet he also felt violated, incensed that this girl was
controlling his most intimate, masculine parts.

"Looks like part of you is ready to surrender to me," Barbara said, looking up
at her handsome captive while she continued to literally be a cock tease.
"What about the rest of you? Are you ready to admit I've won? That I'm
stronger and smarter? Are you ready to give in to me?"

She kept her eyes locked on his while they continued their slow-dancing. She
could see everything he was feeling - the anger, the arousal, the confusion,
the shame - and was hoping he would make the smart choice.

"Never ... " he grunted with defiance.

"Oh, Luke," Barbara said with exaggerated disappointment. She let go of his
cock and held his arms steady so that he stopped wavering.

"Tsk ... "

She kissed one of his pecs that she was eye-level with.

"Tsk ... "

She kissed his other pec.

"Tsk."

She looked up at Luke. He was confused. She wasn't doing anything until ...

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!" Luke howled out, backing away from her, doubling over and
grabbing his crotch.

Barbara had slammed her knee up into his already tender balls, smashing them
against his pelvis. With his cock aiming upward, they were completely open and
vulnerable. And by using her knee, one of the hardest parts of her body,
Barbara had inflicted more pain on Luke than ever before. His mind almost
completely shut down, his face was scrunched up, the pain seemed to have
hollowed out all his muscles and rendered his body completely limp.

It didn't take much effort for Barbara to grab his shoulders and shove him
back onto the couch. Luke, with his mouth open in agony but no sound coming
up, pulled his knees up to his chest, still clutching his groin, as he leaned
away from the woman who was ruining him.

Barbara once again grabbed him and pressed him back against the couch, flung
his lifeless arms to either side and pulled his feet down to the floor. She
then grabbed the cup off the floor and tossed it on the couch.

Once again, Barbara felt triumphant. She looked at the opponent in front of
her: his broad shoulders, heavy pecs, thick arms, and well-defined abs. Even
without the cup and with his formerly erect cock now back to its natural state
due to the pain, his tight spandex shorts had a bountiful bulge between his
beefy thighs. He was a gorgeous hunk of a man and her insides melted not just
at the sight of his beautiful body but at the bruises that covered it. Bruises
she had tattooed all over him.

But she was also furious at him for attacking her. She slowly walked toward
Luke, her long, wavy brown hair swinging behind her as she swayed her hips to
emphasize her femininity. She could tell he looked nervous as she approached.
She reached down, grabbed his ankles and hoisted his legs up, stretching them
out in front of him.

Luke was too dizzy and dazed to resist. His big, muscular thighs were no match
against the tight grip she had on his ankles.

"I hope this might help teach you a lesson, Luke," Barbara said.

"What ... ?" he muttered. But as he saw Barbara raise one of her legs he
realized what she had in mind. "No ... " he barely whispered. "No, no, no ...
"

But it was too late. Barbara slammed her foot right into that impressive bulge
between his legs, smooshing it, practically flattening it. And she kept it
there, pumping it into his balls and cock over and over and over again as she
pulled as hard as possible on his legs. She could feel her heel smashing his
balls while she flexed and curled her toes into his cock. She loved the way
she could feel his big yet soft male genitals under her foot.

Luke was howling in agony, his upper body twisting and flexing in pain. He
tried to grab her foot but his arms were still useless. His mighty hands
feebly pawed at her foot.

Barbara held on, feeling almost high on the power she had over this Herculean
male. She felt like she was made of steel, so much stronger did she feel than
her male opponent, with his large but limp muscles. She loved the sight of her
small foot and pink toenails between his muscular thighs.

Tears had started trickling down Luke's cheeks.

"Please!" Luke exclaimed. "Please stop!"

"Do you surrender?" she asked.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Luke shouted with desperation.

"And who's stronger? Me or you?" she asked.

"You!"

"Say it!

"You're stronger than me! You're stronger than me!"

Finally, Barbara removed her foot and dropped Luke's legs.

"There, was that so hard?" she asked with a giggle.

Luke was bent over, cradling his aching crotch in his hands.

She grabbed his shoulders and pushed his upper body against the back of the
couch while she straddled his lap. His head fell back in a daze.

"Now, Luke," Barbara cooed. She felt the return of her arousal as her thighs
wrapped around his waist. She could smell the musk of his sweat and male
pheromones. Her nipples started to get hard and her panties were getting damp.

"You have the big, hard muscles," she continued as she cupped his massive pecs
in her small hands. "And yet you still felt the need to wear protection
against a little girl like me." Her hands were now roaming all over his arms,
chest and abs again, enjoying the male flesh. She had become sexually ravenous
and relieved to finally have full control. "That's pretty pathetic. But if it
makes you feel better, I'll tell you what: you can have it back."

Barbara reached over, picked up the cup and then reached down between their
bodies to pull open Luke's shorts. She slipped the cup down inside, moving it
around until she felt like it was securely over his cock and balls. Luke
gasped and winced as the hard plastic pressed against his swollen, feeble
balls. She then rested her elbows on his broad shoulders while she played with
his hair, her face just inches away from his.

"Wasn't that nice of me, Luke?" she whispered. "I can be nice when I want to
be. Just like you're going to be nice to me now, now that you know I'm
stronger and, let's face it, smarter than you. Right, Luke? Are you going to
be nicer to me now?"

Luke looked up into the pretty blue eyes of his female conqueror. His whole
body was slumped in exhaustion and pain. He knew she was right. He knew it was
over and he had lost.

Luke slowly nodded.

"Good boy," Barbara said as she kissed him once again. He kissed back and soon
their tongues were exploring each other's mouths. Barbara's hands were still
running over his body while Luke's arms hung lifelessly at his sides. He could
feel her nipples press against his chest.

He could also feel his dick getting hard for a third time. It was aiming down,
so as it swelled it was getting crushed in a painful angle against the cup.
But he was too afraid to say anything.

Barbara pulled away. "Now we're going to head upstairs. I know you can barely
walk but can you try? For me?"

Luke slowly nodded again, lost in a trance of pain and arousal.

"Good boy," Barbara whispered.

She climbed off of him and grabbed his beard, using it to pull him up. She
turned around so her back was to him but she was still holding his beard over
one shoulder. She slowly made her way to the stairs, pulling Luke as if his
beard was a leash. He was hunched over, racked with pain, his quivering thighs
barely able to hold him up yet he had no choice but to closely follow the
female victor.

And despite all his pain and shame at losing to a younger, smaller girl, Luke
could feel his dick getting as hard as it possibly could in its painful, bent
condition. He wasn't sure why - they had stopped kissing, he couldn't really
see or feel her sexy body anymore, he should be furious at her or too ashamed
to feel aroused, and yet...this girl's control over him was going straight to
his cock. He wished he could take the cup out but he knew that not only were
his arms still not very cooperative but that he shouldn't do anything with
Barbara saying so first.

They finally made their way up to the second floor. They were standing in a
long hallway with beige carpeting, white walls and doors along the sides and a
door at the end.

Barbara finally let go of Luke's beard so he could stand up, while she spun
around to face him.

"Before we go-" and then she stopped herself. She saw the bulge at Luke's
crotch was almost comically big. The cup seemed to be floating away from his
body. She couldn't help but giggle at his exaggerated masculine virility.

"Why Luke," she said with her hands on her hips. "You flatter me."

And without any warning, she grabbed the big man's shoulders and slammed him
back against the wall.

She spun around so her back was to him and pressed herself into him, making
sure her ass was pressed right up against his cup, smooshing it against his
body.

His eyes squeezed shut in pain as his cock was not bent even more painfully.
He moaned in pain as he was pinned to the wall by her ass. His arms just
flopped around as he squirmed.

"What's the matter, Luke?" she said over her shoulder. "Isn't this what you
wanted? Didn't you want to, how did you put it, 'destroy my cute little ass'?"
she asked, pressing harder against his cup.

Luke was stunned to hear the words he used when he first barged into her
house. He could feel fear start to prick his skin as he realized she was still
mad at him. This wasn't about her being 'nice' to him, this was still about
her power and control over him. This was still the same dominance over him as
from their fight, just continued now in a different way.

Barbara then planted one foot on the wall in front of her to press herself
against him even harder. Luke's groans became even louder as his dick felt
like it might break in half. He couldn't understand how her perky yet
relatively soft ass could cause so much pain. He always thought of his dick as
a powerful weapon that he used to penetrate women, but now this woman was
using his dick against him.

Finally, after Barbara had gotten bored grinding her ass into her male prey's
fragile male anatomy, she turned around and faced him. Luke breathed a sigh of
relief, although his erection was still very hard and very painful.

"I know! Maybe we should take a look at your ass instead!" she said with a
giggle as once again she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, pushing
him face first against the wall. A high-pitched yelp escaped his lips as his
cup-covered crotch was smooshed against the wall. 

Finally able to get the Herculean male naked, she gleefully grabbed the
waistband of his shorts and thrust them down to his ankles, his cup falling
down with them.

Because his dick was already angled down, his erection was now aiming down
between his legs, pressing against the wall. His two big balls were stretching
his scrotum to its limit.

Barbara crouched down behind him, eye level with his big, muscular ass and
fat, throbbing erection. A thick rope of precum from the tip was dribbling
down the wall. She looked down to see the inside of his cup was also
splattered with blobs of precum. She was thrilled at how much she was
manipulating his body.

She grabbed one asscheek in each hand and started roughly kneading them as if
they were bread dough.

"Well, aren't these some sweet cheeks?" she joked. "I could have a lot of fun
with them. Maybe even 'destroy' them, as you so eloquently put it."

She stood up, her mouth barely reaching his shoulder as she whispered in his
ear. "Or is that not what you meant?"

Luke could feel her hand slipping between his butt cheeks.

"Maybe you meant you were going to destroy...this?" Barbara slipped her middle
finger inside Luke's tight asshole. His whole body tensed up in resistance but
it was too late. She was already inside. She pushed even deeper, forcing gasps
from the big man's mouth. She slipped in her index finger as well and slowly
started to pump her fingers in him, pressing against his prostate. Her other
hand was on his back, pressing him against the wall, keeping him in place.

Luke was a sweaty mess at this point but he couldn't deny the electric bolts
of pleasure shooting through his body.

"Just like I remember," Barbara cooed, referring to their first fight when she
had also digitally penetrated his anus. She remembered that doing so made his
big, hard dick get even bigger and harder so, with her fingers still inside
him, she crouched down.

Sure enough, she could tell that his erection between his legs had gotten
noticeably bigger. Even more obvious was the thick stream of precum
continually drooling out of his dick.

"Also, just like I remember," she said.

The sight of Luke's dick and balls gave Barbara another idea. She finally
pulled her fingers out of his ass, stood up and walked backward until her back
was against the wall opposite Luke. She reached her foot out and pressed it
against his cock and balls, pinning them to the wall.

Luke was so shocked at the feeling that he howled more in surprise than pain.
But the pain was coming. Barbara's heel was pressed against the long, thick
shaft while her toes curled around his balls. Not only was she flattening the
big man's man meat against the wall, but she also started to pull her foot
down, too, stretching them away from his body. Luke's moans of pain got louder
the farther she pulled his swollen male organs away from his body.

Barbara loved this view of Luke: his broad back that tapered down to a trim
waist, his perky, muscular buttocks, his massive thighs. She loved even more
seeing her smooth feminine leg between his large, hairy legs, just under his
ass. She was pinning the massive man to the wall by his genitals with just her
foot.

She started giggling as his whole body squirmed and flexed in pain. His thighs
quivered to keep him up. But her arousal was stronger than ever before. She
knew her panties were soaked. It was time to move things along.

She dropped her foot and pulled Luke back to the middle of the hall to face
her, making him step out of his shorts so he was fully naked.

He was drenched in sweat, his head hung in shame down on his massive chest,
his puffy, bruised face looked tired and defeated, and his cock was aiming
straight at her, pulsing with virile exuberance.

"Let's try just one more thing before we get to the main event," Barbara said.
Before Luke had time to wonder what that meant, she grabbed his balls.

Luke yelped and his whole body winced. His balls were so tender and sensitive
at this point that the merest brush of wind would probably hurt. And now once
again his small, female conqueror had wrapped her small, feminine fingers
around them and was squeezing. Not just squeezing but pulling down as well.

Not the sharpest tool in the shed, it took Luke a moment to realize he better
follow her lead or feel even more pain. He started to lower himself until he
was fully on his knees.

"Wait, what am I doing?" Barbara asked herself. She now pulled his balls up,
stretching his scrotum. Luke grimaced in pain as she made him awkwardly stand
back up. She finally let go, letting his balls swing back and smack into his
thighs.

"I don't need to control you by the balls to make you do what I want," Barbara
said, putting her hands on her hips. "We both know you already lost. We both
know I'm stronger and smarter than you. You're going to do what I say, isn't
that right, Luke?"

Luke slowly nodded.

"Get on your knees," Barbara said with a cold sternness.

Luke obeyed.

Barbara was thrilled. She could now literally look down at him. She loved that
even as she humiliated him by giving him orders, his cock still thrust up
between his legs. The head seemingly pointed at her wherever she was, like a
homing missile.

"Now get on all fours," she said.

Luke obeyed, even though his arms could barely hold up his muscular torso.

Barbara, looking down at the powerful older male she had completely
subjugated, was almost beside herself with arousal. She quickly undid her
shorts and dropped them to her ankles before climbing on Luke's back.

Luke grunted with the extra weight on his sore back. His arms quivered but he
knew giving up was not an option.

"Now take me to that door at the end of the hall," Barbara ordered.

Luke started crawling. Barbara was squeezing her thighs around his waist. As
she felt the thick slabs of his back muscles shift with each movement against
her thighs, she felt a powerful tingling sensation race through her legs and
crotch. She slid one hand down her panties and began to delicately rub her
clit. As she started to lose herself in ecstasy, her other hand caressed her
breasts and pulled her nipples, then ran through her long hair, then reached
behind her to slap and claw at her slave's taut, muscular ass.

Luke, despite the pain and shame coursing through his body, was also still
deeply turned as well. Although it hurt whenever his balls brushed against his
massive thighs, his cock was still rock hard, bouncing and leaking a long
trail of precum along the carpet.

He had no idea what was happening to himself. He had no idea how he got here -
how this girl got the better of him physically, mentally and now sexually. He
was over 20 years older than her, with a powerful male body built by decades
in the gym, and yet none of that mattered.

Luke didn't have much time to think about that as he finally reached the door.

"Open it," Barbara muttered, her voice low and gravelly from her arousal.

Barely able to balance on one arm, Luke reached up, pulled the door open and
continued to crawl inside.

At the door frame, the beige carpet ended and pink carpet began. A lush pink
link infused the room, bathing the pink wallpaper and pink bed linens. The
scent of lilacs swirled around him.

"What...the...fuck ... ?" said a familiar male voice.

Luke froze and looked up.

There, laying on the bed, propped up on his elbows, fully naked, was Luke's
son Heatley.

"You brought him up here?" he asked Barbara.

"Do you have a problem with my decision?" Barbara asked. Luke heard a new
sharpness in her voice and noticed his son immediately froze up.

"No...no, it's just...I'm surprised, is all ... " he muttered.

Barbara grabbed Luke's hair and yanked his head back, causing him to grunt in
pain. "Your dad here did a very naughty thing downstairs and I was this close
to calling the police ... "

That hadn't even occurred to Luke. He basically broke into her home and
attacked her. She could've called the cops when he passed out. He now felt a
strange sensation in addition to shame: gratitude.

"Heatley," Barbara said, snapping her fingers. "Edge of the bed. Now."

Luke's muscular 20-year-old son scooted to the edge of the bed, where he sat
with his legs dangling to the floor and his genitals hanging over the edge of
the mattress.

Luke also had to admit he was disgusted by the sudden intrusion of his son
into the strange sexual reverie he had just been in with Barbara, and ashamed
that his son was seeing him like this.

Barbara finally got off Luke.

"Luke, sit next to him, just like he is," Barbara ordered.

Luke sighed. He was still hard and now he had to stand up, buck naked and
erect, in front of his son. He had already been in one extremely humiliating
situation with his son because of Barbara a month ago. He really didn't want
to relive it.

But with a few grunts of pain, he slowly hauled himself to his feet. His legs
were still shaky, his groin still on fire, his head a bit dizzy. He tried to
cover himself up as best he could with his hands and sat next to Heatley on
the bed.

"I can't believe you," Luke seethed under his breath.

Heatley turned to his father. "What?" he asked.

"You must've heard everything downstairs. All the commotion. You didn't think
to come down and help?"

"I know Barbara can handle herself," Heatley shot back.

"I meant me! You must've heard my voice! You must've known what was happening!
You didn't think to help your own father?" Luke barked.

Heatley looked him square in the eyes. "Nope."

Barbara knew both men had quite the shock, finding each other like this. She
was tempted to tell Luke how Heatley had shown up at her door a week after she
had beaten his dad. How she was about to attack him, assuming he was there to
do the same, when the tall, muscular young man held up his hands and pleaded
"No! Wait! I want to talk! I want to thank you!"

How she let Heatley in and he explained how his life had gotten better because
of her. How his father was now leaving him alone instead of beating and
bullying him. It wasn't love exactly, but it was better than before. How he
had been suffering his dad's bullshit for 20 years and in one afternoon
Barbara had completely changed their dynamic.

Barbara was touched that the young man would make the effort to thank her. And
she was even more surprised when Heatley admitted that he was nicer now, too,
because of her and her friend Anne. After the girls beat up his friend Knox
and him, he was too scared to bully anyone. But then he realized that he
shouldn't want to bully anyone anyway, that that made him as bad as his
father, and he should try harder to be a better person.

And then Barbara was really shocked when Heatley took a big breath and,
looking at the floor, quietly said that...he didn't know why, and he thought
it was really embarrassing...but clearly, part of him must enjoy it.

"Getting beat up by girls," Heatley clarified. "Because...well, you know ... "
Heatley looked up at her. And they both knew he was referring to the fact that
he had gotten erections when the girls had thrashed him.

The corner of his mouth even curled up for a little smirk and Barbara was
immediately smitten by how cute he looked in the moment.

And so they started spending time together. But they didn't go on dates. No,
they spent time alone, with Barbara dominating Heatley in the bedroom. They
both loved it. She loved controlling the big, muscular, handsome hunk. He
loved being controlled by the smaller, beautiful, utterly feminine girl.

Which is why Heatley was lying naked on her bed on a Friday night.

But Barbara didn't want to waste any time right now explaining all that to
Luke.

"So, what, now you're here because...you want to be?" Luke asked his son with
disdain.

"Yep," Heatley said with a big smirk on his face. He knew choosing to be with
the girl who had kicked Luke's ass would piss off his father.

"Fucking pathetic," Luke sneered.

"Boys!" Barbara snapped.

They both looked at her and were stunned.

Barbara had taken off her panties and shirt and was standing in front of them,
legs wide, hands on hips. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat from the
evening's exertions. The men ogled her supple breasts and every inch of her
smooth thighs and what lay in-between.

Luke's dick was already hard but Heatley's started to swell.

"You're boring me," Barbara continued. "So I want to have some fun with you
boys."

She walked over to Heatley and lifted his chin so he was looking up at her.
She stood with her legs apart so his dick was between them.

"Get yourself ready for me, baby," Barbara said.

"Yes, ma'am," Heatley replied, per their routine. He grabbed a hold of his
thick cock and started pumping it while Barbara leaned down and the two of
them started kissing passionately. Luke could only stare, mesmerized. Then
Barbara pulled away.

"Ready for me?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Heatley whispered. And he was - his cock was now completely rock
hard and arching up toward his master.

Barbara turned around so her ass was right in front of his face. She backed up
while bending forward to grasp both his cock and balls, stretching them
forward. She then closed her legs, clamping her thighs with a vice-like grip
around his cock and balls.

Heatley dropped his head back with a grunt that was a mix of agony and
discomfort, as the newfound pressure felt great on his cock yet his scrotum
was stretched to the limit. He was trapped by his genitals.

Then Barbara started stroking Heatley's dickhead with her fingertips. The
pressure of her legs had made it swell even larger than normal. It was dark
red, dripping precum and incredibly sensitive. The slight caress from her
fingertips had Heatley moaning and squirming, his legs kicking out.

"You know what's next," Barbara said, not bothering to look behind her. She
continued to stroke his engorged cockhelmet.

Awkwardly bending forward while still squirming in ecstasy, the young muscular
hunk gently kissed Barbara's pert, smooth asscheek, then kissed the other one.

"Pathetic," Luke grunted.

"You're just jealous because we both know my dick is bigger than yours,"
Heatley said without bothering to look at his dad. He was panting and moaning
as Barbara increased the pressure on his dickhead.

"Fuck you," Luke spat back.

"Boys!" Barbara snapped. "That's enough!"

She opened her legs. Heatley's balls swung back and hit the mattress while his
cock bobbed with urgent virility. He let out a gasp of relief.

Barbara stood in front of Luke and used his beard to tilt his head up so he
was looking at her.

"Now, Luke," she said sweetly. "We all know what Heatley said is true." Luke
scoffed with resentment. "But," she continued as she reached down and grabbed
his thick, throbbing erection. "That doesn't mean you don't have a big cock.
Quite the contrary. You have quite a big cock." She was stroking it, enjoying
its size, rigidity and warmth between her fingers. "In fact, it was the
thought of getting to play with your big cock again that stopped me from
calling the cops. So who cares if it's not as big as your son's? It's big
enough to please me and that's the only thing that matters, understand?"

Luke slowly nodded, almost hypnotized by Barbara's power over him.

"I can't hear you," Barbara teased. "I said, understand?"

"Yes," Luke whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes ... " Luke took a deep breath. His conqueror held him by his beard and
his cock and he realized he needed, and wanted, to please her. "...ma'am."

"Good boy," Barbara whispered. She let go and turned her back to him.

"You know the drill by now," she said as she grabbed the big man's swollen man
meat and pulled it all forward while she clamped her legs around it all. His
balls, already so tender from Barbara's grabs, squeezes, knees and more, felt
like they were on fire.

Luke grunted and moaned as Barbara traced her fingertip around his cockhead.

"Now what?" she asked him.

Squirming just like his son had, Luke was barely able to bend his battered
body enough so that he could kiss Barbara's ass, but kiss Barbara's ass he
did. Barbara giggled as Luke's facial hair tickled her delicate skin.

She released him from her hold and turned around to cradle his face in her
hands.

"I'm so proud of you," she said as if talking to a pet she was training. "Good
boy."

Luke just smiled. He was happy to please her but also humiliated that his son
was witnessing his subjugation at the hands of a small young woman.

She backed away and stood between the two muscle-bound males.

"Now, boys," she said with a smile. "We're going to have a little contest. A
friendly contest, so I don't want any more obnoxious machismo in here, got
it?"

Both men nodded.

"Good. Now back up and lay down next to each other on the bed."

The two men, uncomfortable being in such close proximity while naked and, more
importantly, aroused, started scooting back on the bed. Their cocks bounced
and their balls swayed. Luke grimaced as his tender testicles slapped against
his massive thighs.

The men laid down on the bed, both of their heads on a pillow.

"Closer," Barbara said.

They shifted almost imperceptibly closer.

"Closer," Barbara said again with a sigh.

Again, they barely moved.

"If I have to say it one more time, you'll make me very unhappy."

Both men, heeding her warning, immediately shoved up against each other, each
with an arm and a leg pressed against the other's.

Barbara immediately relaxed and smiled. "Good boys."

She climbed on the bed so that she was now straddling the men's \thighs that
were pressed together. Both of her knees pressed down on the mattress, gently
pressing into their vulnerable balls. Luke grimaced as more soreness spread in
his

"Now, here's how it's going to work," Barbara said, obviously proud of her
plan. "I'm going to jerk you boys off at the same time. Whoever cums first
gets a special prize!"

Both men just stared at her, unsure of how to respond.

"Doesn't that sound fun?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," they responded in unison.

"Good! I knew you'd both agree," she said. Then she took a deep breath. She
wanted to savor the moment. She had these two powerfully built men laid out in
front of her at her mercy, their muscular bodies tense with fear at her power,
both with enormous erections that she had given them.

She was incredibly proud at how she had turned this night around, defended
herself and proved yet again that her feminine smarts and skills could
overpower masculine strength.

"Now I'm just going to grab your lovely big cocks ... " Barbara slowly reached
forward and grabbed their long, fat cocks in each hand. Both men groaned. She
could feel the throbbing masculinity coursing through their cocks. She could
also feel a warmth and tingling in her loins.

"And let he who cums first, win!" Barbara declared.

She got to work, slowly at first, then faster as she pumped their cocks. But
she didn't just pump them. She squeezed, she twisted her hand around the
heads, she pulled their dicks down so they aimed between their legs and
stroked their shafts that way for a while. She loved watching the effects of
her skills on their bodies as they squirmed and flexed with pleasure.

Barbara wasn't actually sure who would cum first. She had kept Heatley on the
edge for most of the evening until Luke interrupted them. Then Luke had gotten
hard multiple times and had been hard for quite some time now. She knew older
men usually lasted longer but it was an evening that felt like anything could
happen.

Both men started breathing faster, their massive chests heaving up and down.
She also noticed their balls pulling in tight to their bodies.

"Seems like you're both close!" she said. Heatley and Luke occasionally looked
down at Barbara's hands wrapped around them but refused to look in the
direction of the other male. Sometimes something Barbara did would make
Heatley groan or gasp and she was sure he'd cum first, but then something
would make Luke spasm and she was sure it would be him.

"Who's it going to be?" Barbara sang, steadily pumping their cocks. Her arms
were getting tired but she was still too excited to even think of slowing
down. Her body was tingling with excitement. She was breathing faster, too,
and she realized she was also on the verge of orgasm.

Both men were now covered in sweat and moaning, their bodies practically
convulsing.

And then finally...it happened.

A long white rope of cum flew out, arcing through the air until it landed on
Luke's face and beard.

"Woo! We have a winner!" Barbara exclaimed as his dick kept spurting more and
more of his hot male fluid all over him.

Only seconds later, Heatley's cock also erupted, sending a milky glob into
orbit before landing on the pillow next to him. Both men were groaning as
their bodies spasmed and squirmed.

Barbara loved the feeling of milking the muscular studs, pumping and pumping
as their cocks kept spurting and spurting, covering their chests, then their
abs, then running down their cocks and her hands. This sexual control she had
over the large muscular males was sheer heaven. As her thighs squeezed the
men's muscular legs and her hands drained them, an orgasm shuddered through
her body.

Finally, panting and sweaty, Barbara squeezes out every last drop from both
cocks by squeezing her fist from base to tip. She laid their now-shrinking
cocks onto their cum-covered bellies.

All 3 participants let out a sigh of relief.

Heatley and Luke finally opened their eyes to look at the woman who had given
them the most powerful orgasm of their lives.

"Well, I guess congratulations are in order for Luke!" Barbara said as she
gave his thigh a good squeeze. "How does it feel, Luke?"

Luke rubbed his forehead to ease the pressure that had built up during his
orgasm.

"Great," he muttered.

"Ahem," Barbara said.

"Ma'am," Luke added, looking at her to make sure she wasn't too angry with
him.

"Good," Barbara said as she tried scooting backwards while holding up her
cum-covered hands so she didn't get the sticky male fluid on her bedsheets.
"I'm going to go wash up and then I'll be back with your special prize."

Barbara practically skipped over to the bathroom connected to her bedroom.

The two men heard the water start rushing out of the faucet.

"Congratulations," Heatley said sarcastically.

"Don't be jealous," Luke fired back.

"Why would I be jealous?" Heatley asked. "You realize you won because you
couldn't last as long as me? That's not exactly a good thing."

"Would you shut up?" Luke said, getting angrier.

"What, are you going to make me?" Heatley said, his ire also escalating.

"Look you little-"

"Oh boys!" Barbara sang out as if she was bringing them a slice of cake.

The two men looked at Barbara and gasped. They hadn't even noticed the water
had stopped running.

And now she was standing in front of them. Only she wasn't naked anymore.
There, around her hips, was a thick black harness. And attached to that
harness was a long, thick, ridged, pink dildo. Barbara was stroking the dildo
lovingly as she looked at her two submissives.

Both men's jaws dropped and their mouths went dry.

"Do you like my new toy?" she asked. Neither men could answer. "Well, I love
it. But I haven't had a chance to use it yet. But now's the perfect time. We
had a special contest and the winner gets a special prize. Remember, Luke ...
"

Barbara was thrilled as her male conquest's eyes widened in terror as he
realized what was about to happen. She just kept smiling as she stroked her
new pink phallus.

"...first cum, first served."