He started to fall forward again, still so out of breath and dizzy, until she held his shoulders firmly. Her small hands rubbed his soft deltoids, working their way towards his tensed neck, and then down the musculature of his back, focusing on the spine.

"Doing okay?" she asked, sincerely concerned.

Michael faltered a bit, his own hands now in his unzipped pants, cradling his tender nuts. "Yes," he squeaked.

Erin continued her back massage for a moment or two longer, then said, "Okay, time to get back up." At his pitiful protests, she cooed, "C'mon, Mikey, just a bit more playtime. C'mon."

With her help, he slowly lumbered to his feet, revealing a full height that could easily have passed six feet. She pulled him close to her, loving the hurt expression in his eyes as she replaced his hand holding his package with her. He leaned into her embrace, trying to match her shorter height. Erin sensually began to kiss his bared neck, her tongue running up and down his jawline.

Michael began enjoying himself, moaning with pleasure, when all too soon her hand closed into a tight fist, eliciting a squeal of surprise and pain from him. She did not stop the kiss, but also did not stop the squeezing.

Breathing in short, shallow breaths, he tried to concentrate on her moving mouth, her pert and full breasts pushing against his chest. His knees were going weak again, from lust or love or pain, he wasn't sure. Her thumb nail began digging in deeply into his left nut. Michael tried to stabilize himself by wrapping his arm around Erin's waist, but soon enough he found himself kneeling once more.

"Really, now, Michael, this is getting ridiculous," Erin said, obviously disappointed. "I can't have any fun with you without you quitting on me. What if I quit on you, huh?"

She herself kneeled in front of him now, staring directly into his teary eyes. She place her hands on both of his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying," he offered weakly.

At this, she hugged him once again, kissing his cheek. "I know, sweetie, but this just isn't working. I'm going to try something different, okay?"

Michael looked at her dolefully and nodded. He couldn't quite meet her eyes, his own almost spilling over with tears, when he repeated softly, "I'm sorry."

Erin responded by gently, but firmly, pushing his shoulders back towards the wooden floor. She wondered briefly if she should take this next activity to the carpeted living room, but decided she liked the privacy and familiarity of her own bedroom, even if it did mean a little extra discomfort for Michael. He laid back congenially enough, trying desperately to please her again, to get back in her good graces. He looked up at her expectantly, his brown eyes almost sparkling.

"Maybe I should reward you now," Erin said, not exactly asking. Michael couldn't help but nod eagerly. Erin smiled at him warmly, tracing his jawline with her fingers.

The reward system Erin devised wasn't typical, to say the least. Michael was a good looking guy, a heartbreaker, some would say, but he surely didn't know it. His family, made up of only a mother and sisters, emotionally, physically, and, Erin suspected, sexually abused him all of his life. He was incredibly shy and bashful, but at the same time he was always a sincere sweetheart. Most girls gave up on him, even with his good looks, simply because they grew bored of him, but Erin had immediately taken him under her wing. She knew all he ever really wanted was to be loved and shown affection, something she could certainly do.

However, she also had an aggressive streak, if you could call it that. She was a sadistic bitch at times, like during Michael's and her "play time", where she would aim low, hit hard on his poor, battered balls. If she wasn't too hard on him, like she was whenever she was stressed out about something, he usually liked it. Yeah, his nuts were a bit sore for maybe a day or two afterwards, but she always made a point of cuddling and kissing him, telling him that she truly loved and cared about him. He'd do anything for that, even let her bash his berries.

So, in turn for her 'play time', Erin would always be super sweet with him afterwards, or even during the break times, like now.

Erin pushed him all the way onto his back, straddling him. She made sure not to add any pressure to his slightly swollen balls, settling herself on his lanky torso. Leaning forward to rest on her elbows, she kissed him again, pecking him sweetly on the cheek over and over again. Michael blushed and smiled, giddy almost to the point of laughing out loud.

"You're so cute, Mikey, so cute and silly!" she giggled, nuzzling his neck. She pressed a kiss on the sensitive space between shoulder and neck, humming compliments into his skin, tickling him.

He wanted so badly to hold her, really hold her in his arms, but Michael knew that was against the rules. Instead, he tickled her back, lightly fingering her ribs until she laughed so hard she cried.

Winded, Erin rolled off from atop him, laying by his side. She snuggled up to the crook of his arm, her cheek pressed against his chest. She sighed lightly, such a sweet and innocent sound to Michael's ears, and then pushed herself into a half-sitting, half-laying position. Gazing at the handsome boy laying on her bedroom floor, she sighed again.

Michael knew she was going to ask for a round two, and tried not to let that get him down. He didn't want to ruin her fun by acting resigned to his fate or anything. So before she could tell him to get up and get ready, he did so, and with a smile on his face.

Standing, his white tee was a little twisted above his tummy, his dark jeans still unzipped, revealing dark red satiny boxers. He offered his hand to Erin, who deftly took it, pulling herself up.

"Ready?" she asked with a sweet smile.

Michael gulped, but nodded. Already he had begun to breathe a bit more heavily.

"Maybe you should kick your jeans over there," Erin said, pointing to a corner. Michael hesitated at this; of course this whole situation was the ultimate compromising position, but it had always gone on with clothes on. His jeans were definitely not any sort of protective get up, but he still felt safer with them on, however stupid that sounded. "C'mon, you'll still have your boxers on."

Michael melted at her smile. "Okay." The pain having subsided, but not totally, made for awkward manuevering. He gingerly spread his legs so as to pull his pants down, and just as gingerly stepped out of each leg. He winced once or twice, breathing sharply through his teeth as the tough fabric simply grazed his aching nads.

"You might want to keep that position," Erin said to Michael, whose legs were a bit splayed. She began stretching her legs, and his tummy started churning with fear. He hated the kicks. He could deal with the punches, the squeezing- even when she dug her strong nails into his soft sac, and the knees she shoved between his legs, but the kicks were the worst. She usually got both nuts at a moderate speed, which resulted in him falling to the floor, but somedays she either forgot, or just didn't care, and aimed as hard as she could, targeting just one. That usually ended the session right then and there, and sometimes he just couldn't muster enough energy or care to respond to any of her rewards- even when she gently massaged his boy bits back to life.

Once more spring and lithe, Erin back a good distance away, her foot slowly retreating backwards. She let loose and....