Melissa the College Years Zack Jacks Off  
by none other than the Magnificent Madman



Melissa here again with yet another update on the totally rough and unpleasant
life that all of us girls in the female athletes house at State University
love inflicting on our slave houseboy, Zack. I imagine many of you wonder why
he continues to stay in our house because of the frequency and brutality of
his beatings and torture sessions. The answer is simple: he has no choice at
all in this matter. He knows that if he tried to escape, that we would hunt
him down and injure him so severely that he would have to stay in a hospital
and may have lingering effects that would last for the rest of his life. So he
takes what punishment we give him and we have always been very rough on him.
Recently, his beatings have become even more brutal and severe as there is a
direct proportion between the amount of pain he endures and the amount of
pleasure we get in administering it to him.

. .One of the most important rules that Zack must follow is that masturbation
will not be tolerated. When my roommate, Kelly. caught him jacking off, he was
punished severely by being subjected to incredably brutal and painful cock and
ball torture. It was one of the most enjoyable sessions we have had with him ,
so his balls have become frequent targets even when he did nothing to deserve
it. We would just do it for our own fun and to reaffirm our complete
dominance. . . . .This time, my beautiful sadistic roommate, Kelly, wanted to
switch things up. Rather than not permitting Zack to jack of, she actually
wanted to insist that he did. I wondered what she had in mind, but knowing
Kelly, I could be sure we would, once again enjoy watching him suffer. I might
get tired of a song or a tv show, but I would never tire of watching Zack
struggle with pain. It's a real turn on for not only Kelly and me, but also
for all of the residents of our house. The next Saturday morning, Kelly and I,
along with a few other girls woke Zack up to start bringing Kelly's bizarre
plan to fruition.

. .Kelly went into her sexy coquettish mode. She frequently did this as a
prelude to some severe punishment. Zack was aware of this, but he fell for it
every time. Boys are amazingly stupid. She whispered softly that it was unfair
that he was not permitted to masturbate even though he was doing such a fine
job with his multitude of chores. Then she murmured to her perpetually naive
victim that she would simply love to see him jack off right now. . . .
.Obviously Kelly had a hidden agenda. She was not going to allow Zack to
experience unbridled pleasure. She told him to stroke his dick fast and hard;
that it would turn her on to watch. We all crowded close to zack, deliberately
infringing in his personal space just to make him feels a bit uncomfortable.
Now that our trap was set, Kelly abandoned her coquettish persona and took on
a more harsh and cruel manner and tone. "Get to it jerk," she ordered. "Put
some effort into it or I'll do it for you. I guarantee you won't like the way
I would do it." She was literally glaring at Zack now and he was fearful of
her. Based on past experience, his fear was well justified. . . . .Zack was
more than a bit uneasy as he tentatively started jacking off to obey Kelly's
demand. "Do it faster and harder," she ordered. When Zack meekly requested
some lubricant, Kelly, in a nasty tone of voice, denied him that simple aid.
It didn't take Zack long to cum and a large glob of semen shot out from his
dick. However, due to the circumstances, he barely got the slightest bit of
pleasure from it. He stopped to take a deep breath and to let his heartbeat
slow back down to normal pace, but Kelly would have none of that.

. . .Kelly gave Zack one of her famous hard kick to his ribs. "Keep at it
asshole. I didn't tell you to stop," she stared emphatically. Zack was
obviously not interested in continuing to masterbate, but he quickly complied
with Kelly's order out of fear. He was already starting to struggle and his
ordeal was just getting started and would soon be much worse. After a few more
minutes, Zack came again. This time very little semen came out and he didn't
appear to get any pleasure from it at all . . . .Before Zack had even a moment
to relax, Kelly growled at him to continue. Then she asked me to shin pin him.
I knelt down by he head and jammed my shin into his throat. This really made
Zack's task much harder. Now he had trouble breathing and was in pain. Also,
he couldn't see what he was doing and having his head and back pressed firmly
into the mat gave him a difficult angle to work through. Surprisingly, Zack
had a third climax. However, this time hardly any semen was elected and he
didn't even have an erection. His climax, if that is what you would call it
was not at all pleasurable, but rather quite painful. . . . . By now Zack was
totally exhausted both physically and sexually. In fact, the continuous
masturbating had become painful in three ways. His hand, wrist and arm were
overworked, tired and cramping. The sensitive skin on his dick was sore from
the continuous friction. Third, and probably the worst pain was from his
entire penis. His sphincter muscle was overworked, full of lactic acid and
creating agony for Zack. Now, Kelly's devious plan was taking effect and there
was no way that she would let up on him now. With a vicious kick to his ribs,
she repeated her order to him to jack off. This time, Zack was totally
exhausted and unable to comply. I removed my shin from his neck and sat with
all my weight on his face, facing his feet with a reverse schoolgirl pin. . .
. .Kelly was absolutely livid with rage. "If you think your stupid dick is
sore now, just see what I'm going to do to it!' she screamed at her terrified
and helpless victim. This was always my favorite part of watching Kelly work
over Zack. I loved it when he is exhausted, helpless and in pain while Kelly
is about to punish him severely. Kelly decided to enlist the aid of more of
her friends to set Zack up to receive his brutal beating. I still had my
reverse pin on him. Kelly asked two girls to each grab one of his feet and
pull his legs up and back as far as possible, to immobilize him with a tight
cradle pin. The only way Zack could move at all was to feebly flail his arms.
Even that insignificant resistance was intolerable to the now furious Kelly.
She wanted her victim so defenseless that he couldn't even more before she
would inflict excrutiating torture on him. I leaned forward to grind more of
my weight into his arms to stop his annoying flailing and to get a better view
of the brutal punishment that kelly was going to inflict on Zack. . . . .I did
not have to wait long to watch Kelly punish Zack's balls. She had the
circumstances set up that she loved. Kelly did not enjoy a competitive fight
with a guy. She preferred to merely pour on the punishment to an already
beaten and helpless victim. Kelly tore into Zack's exposed balls with a
vengeance that I have never seen even her display before. She kicked him head
on directly in his balls. Zack could neither scream or even see when the next
attack was coming. Next, Kelly dropped down with a vicious knee drop directly
into his already aching balls. She was taking her time to maximize the effect
of each blow and prolong the situation to the max. . .

Now that she was on her knees, she fired a flurry of hard punches directly
into Zack's balls. I'm sure he would be screaming in agony had he been in a
position to even react to the pain his tormentress was so eagerly inflicting
on him. Still nowhere near satisfied with the intensity of his pain, Kelly
squeezed his balls while twisty them with all her strength. She dug her sharp
fingernails into the soft skin and clawed away at it. This was the most
vicious and cruel ball attack I have ever had the pleasure of watching Kelly
inflict on her victim. It was like a school of pyrannas attacking helpless
prey. It was like a pack of rabid hyenas attacking a fallen fawn. It was like
a flock of vultures scavenging the bones of a swap ocelot. It was like
whatever idiotic simile or metaphor you care to insert in this ridiculous
excuse for a story. It was like Noah having to deal with 41 days of rain on a
raft only constructed to endure for 40 days. Basically, the situation sucked
not only for Zack, but also for the readers of this piece of crap story Just
be glad that you, the reader, are probably not quite as big of an idiot as the
so called writer, the magnificent Madman. . . . .Finally and mercifully, Zack
passed out and lost consciousness. It was not from lack of oxygen, as I made
sure he got enough to stay awake and feel every bit of pain that he was
subjected to. It was from a combination of pain so gleefully inflicted by the
beautiful sadistic Kelly and having to endure a seemingly endless series of
horrendous metaphors and similes by the almost illiterate Madman. Kelly was
almost disappointed that Zack could no longer feel pain and that you readers
were running out of a poorly written story to read. She slowly stood up and
glared down at her victim. She gave him one final hard stomp to his balls
followed by one to his throat. One last kick to his ribs and one last one to
the side of Zack's face finally satisfied Kelly, at least for the time being.
Zack was left helpless and in great pain with no moronic story to costar in on
the mat