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The Touch By Mistress CT She didnt start out to be a Man Destroyer. Sometimes fate, or something special finds you when you least expect it. Melissa Jones had always been an ordinary girl. Pigtails, dolls, the occasional cat and all the other things that made little girls normal. It wasnt until she was fourteen and had her first encounter with a young boy that she learned she was different. The routine was normal for most fourteen-year-old kids. They werent old enough to drive, but too modest to sit in the back of the car while mom or dad drove them somewhere. The end result had the two staying in a den watching TV while mom and dad stayed in the living room. The moment would become printed on her mind forever. His name was Carter and he was considered the young hunk of all the boys in school. Athletic, tall for his age and well build, Melissa had immediately felt something stir within her young body when she saw him. Something must have stirred in him too since Melissa was at that age where a young sandy haired girl starts to blossom out in all the right places with the perfect little figure to go along. It was a hot afternoon when Carter arrived and sat down to watch a movie. Melissa was thankful that he had decided to shower after the first half of the two-a-day football practice session. She was even happier that he had decided to wear shorts, and loose ones at that. Their kissing and petting had grown to a point where jeans were too tight to manage with her mother and father in the next room, but shorts would offer the next logical step of exploration for the two young people. After a few minutes of kissing and having Carter rub her breast through the larger than normal training bra, Melissa could see by the outline in his shorts that Carter was more than happy to be with her. She gently slid her hand up the forming hair on his legs and let it snake through his shorts. With a slight pull, she was able to nudge his member out of the side of the briefs and cause it to settle heavily into her small hand. A slight gasp escaped his mouth as he lowered his hand from her breast and leaned his head, eye closed back on the couch. It was apparent that he had never had a girl touch him like this before and Melissa felt her had moisten a little as she ran her fingers over top of his shaft. She moved her hand down and lifted his sack gently. She felt the newly forming pubic hair on his scrotum prick her hand as she squeezed his sack. Having never touched a member before, she was uncertain of how much pressure to apply, but it didnt matter. Within a second of touching his balls, she felt a hot liquid leaping out of the end of his shaft, onto her hand and wrist and into his shorts. Carter now made an audible gasp as Melissa quickly pulled her hand from his shorts. He glanced about, apparently very aware from pleasuring himself, about what had just happened. He got up and moved toward the restroom. She noticed his face was red as the round, wet stain appeared on the front of his shorts and to the side. A few minutes later he came out. He explained how he didnt feel well and was going to walk home. Melissa could see the residue of toilet paper and could tell by the way the little rolls were showing on his shorts that he had tried to clean the outside off. It was likely he had tried to clean the inside as well. Unfortunately, that was the last time Melissa ever felt Carters member. As far as that goes, it was likely the last time Carter ever felt an errection and ejaculation. Two days later he was admitted to a hospital with an unknown condition. Doctors were dumbfounded as they found that Carters testicles were shrinking. He was in a great deal of pain most of the time. When he was finally released, he never wanted to see Melissa, or any girl for that matter, again. There were rumors, but nothing concrete. Most of the rumors stated that Carter had no balls anymore. Although he continued to play sports, he now took shots regularly at school and home and he had a private changing area. He never dated a girl before and there were few surprises when years later he was living with a man he called My Boss. People just assumed he had always been gay. Melissa dated two more guys in high school. One was light petting only and the other she had full intercourse with. Both of them stopped dating girls afterwards and it wasnt until Melissa, now dubbed Man Destroyer by friends and guys, worked as a candy stripper in a local hospital that she was able to sneak and read the three guys files. It didnt take too long for Melissa to piece together what was happening. Any man whose balls she touched, simply swiveled up and died. The man lived, but his testicles were just gone. The guys ended up taking testosterone shots to remain a man for the rest of their natural lives. There was no surprise when Melissa started picking guys up at a local bar. Men at bars were easy. Horny and filled with cum all they wanted was sex. The first guy Melissa refused to touch his scrotum. Nothing happened to him. The next guy she allowed her hands to massage, squeeze and hold his testicles. That guy had his testicles swivel and die. After much thought and consideration of all her options, Melissa took out a simple add in the local paper: Been cheated, lied too, dumped on. Get even! Hire the Man Destroyer. Hell never forget my touch. She attached a pay-per-minute cell number and found that the calls came flooding in. Before long, she quit college, moved into a large house, and took out an answering service to screen her calls. People called on ex-husbands, cheating husbands, old boyfriends, dead-beat dads, and ever other reason you can imagine. Some even called because they had heard about the special touch service and was tired of having sex all the time. The woman closed the report and looked at the President. It appears that we have a potential weapon here that may need to be studied and harvested. Someone in the back added, Yes, we have a regular X-file type case here. Gives new meaning to ball-busting I want to see a test subject, the President started. We will test, review, and determine what this woman has that makes her special. The woman with the report closed her book. Where will we find a willing test subject, no man will want to have his balls touched by this woman? The President smiled, We dont need a willing test subject. We have one I think we should use right here. The President gestured down the hall. Ah, said the woman with the report. I understand who you are referring to Madam President Clinton. Ill ensure we have her here to meet with your husband within twenty-four hours. End |