Melissa The College Years  It Happens Every Spring 
by Madman



Melissa here to tell you about our most recent celebration at our girls'
athletes house at State University. Baseball season was about to begin and we
all wanted to greet the new season with a party. After all, most of us had
played softball or hardball, and a couple of us were receiving scholarships
for softball We all enjoyed the sport, so it made sense for us to pay homage
to it. Naturally, like all our previous celebrations, it would involve beating
the hell out of our slave boy and frequent target for us, Zack.

. .My roommate, Kelly, insisted on a lot of cock and balls punishment because
it was the most efficient form of attack, creating the most pain with the
least effort. I agreed with her but said that we should include some variety
just so all the girls don't get bored and get a chance to be creative. Kelly
thought , as I did, that this would be our best approach.

. , .The next Saturday morning we brought Zack down to the basement to start
our celebration. He was not happy about it because he knew it would be
painful. However, there was nothing that he could do to stop us and he knew
,from experience, that any resistance would only make our celebration ever
tougher on him. To start we knew that the pitchers throw strikes and balls.
So, we had to strike Zack in his balls. . . . .I know we have done this to
Zack several times before, but it was so much fun that we were happy to do it
again. It gave us the opportunity to experiment with various techniques and to
demonstrate our improvement This time Kelly suggested we tie Zack to our
treadmill a bit differently. She wanted his arms extended straight out from
his sides as far as possible. This would prevent Zack from bending over in
agony when we landed our strikes. Since trying to bend over is an
uncontrollable reflex, he would strain his shoulders with every blow. . . .
.Rebecca, our powerful legged high jumper went first and delivered a wicked
knee right into his balls. We heard Zack groan twice, once from her knee and
once from the pain in his shoulders when he tried to bend over. Kelly's idea
for tying his arms was working perfectly. Next up was Laura, a soccer player.
She kicked her leg up, like she was kicking a soccer ball and landed her foot
against Zack's balls. This was an incredably powerful blow and Zack's reaction
confirmed it. One by one each girl punched or kicked his balls and his legs
became so weakened that they could not support him. His shoulders were forced
to bear his full weight and I can imagine they became exhausted, full of
lactic acid and very sore. Kelly went last and she had put a couple of very
large rings on her right hand. First she gently flicked the tip of his dick
with her left hand while smiling at him. Then she delivered a full force punch
to Zack's balls with her right hand. The rings acted almost like brass
knuckles and made her punch much more effective. Although we were through with
this phase, we took our sweet time untying him as we were enjoying watching
him reacting to his aching shoulders as well as his battered balls. . . .
.When we finally released Zack, he collapsed to the mat in a fetal position.
One of the girls said that her favorite team was the Los Angeles Dodgers, so
we wanted to find out how good Zack was at dodging. Still curled up in the
fetal position, he proved to be a very poor dodger. We each stomped him or
knee dropped him. Unlike the earlier events, where we took our time, this time
we moved rapidly. All thirteen of us took less than a minute to pound our
helpless victim.

. .In baseball, a team might send a runner home from third base while the
batter bunts. This is called a squeeze play, so we were all going to squeeze
Zack. Rebecca led off this time and snared Zack's head with a figure four
scissors. Her muscular calf muscle knotted up in a hard ball and pressed under
his chin so hard, I thought she might break his jaw or crack a tooth. When she
was done, our biggest and strongest girl, Stacie, wrapped her big legs around
Zack's midsection and squeezed the hell out of him. He nearly passed out from
lack of oxygen. I put him in a reverse head scissors and continued to
gleefully punish our helpless victim. One by one each girl used her favorite
scissors to further work over Zack. Kelly was last this inning. She turned her
big rings around so the jewels were on the inside of her hand. Then she gently
flicked the end of his dick when her left hand fingers. Just when Zack was
starting to relax, Kelly squeezed his balls with all her might. To make it
worse, those rings were digging into his balls. Kelly was living up to her
pledge to torture Zack's balls big time. . . . . We all needed a short rest,
so it was time for the seventh inning stretch. Naturally, we would all be
stretching Zack. This time I was the lead off player. I wanted to continue
working on his sore shoulders. With Zack on his back, I sat behind his head.
Grabbing both his wrists, I pushed my feet into the top of his shoulders while
pulling back hard with my arms. His groaning and futile thrashing of his legs
assured me of the effectiveness of my hold and inspired me to apply even more
pressure. Rebecca and Lisa wanted to double team Zack and we were all for it.
Each girl grabbed a wrist and pushed her legs against the side of his neck and
chest. Then the reefed back to apply two Japanese arm stretchers. The effect
was like Kelly's tying Zack to the treadmill, but much stronger and agonizing.
Since this represented two turns, we let them work on Zack for twice as long
as the rest of us.

. . .Our heaviest and strongest girl, Stacie was next. She laid on top of
Zack, crushing him with her weight. Then she wrapped her big powerful legs
around his skinny ones with a nice grapevine. She used all her considerable
strength and it looked like she would split him in half. By the time it was
Kelly's turn, Zack was pretty much out of it from his severe beating, but she
was determined to continue his really uncalled for punishment. She knelt down
next to him and began jacking him off. Surprisingly, even with all the ball
torture Zack endured, he was still able to achieve an erection. Kelly smiled
down at him as she stopped just short of giving him a climax. Then grabbing
his dick with both hands and bracing herself by placing her knee on his hip,
Kelly stretched his dick as hard as she could with both hands. Zack screamed
in pain,but she just kept smiling at him and stretching his dick. It looked
like she was going to castrate him

.Finally she released his dick and stood up. Before leaving Zack alone, she
ground her heel into his crotch. We were finally done with our salute to
baseball and Zack might have just received his most brutal beating. But we
could take solice in the fact that the baseball season hadn't even started yet
and we had the whole long season to celebrate our national sport again.