Mind your P’s and Q’s - Part 7

After supper, they went their separate ways, neither wanting to ruin a good thing. They’d meet on Monday, but both felt closer then they wanted to admit out loud.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday they’d meet just before the gym closed for the evening. Although they’d spend only about 45 minutes together in a training session, Dan still paid for both hours of instruction. He was grateful for the personal attention, and Lisa was risking her job by being there like this.

To keep it from becoming too routine, Lisa thought of new and inventive was to conduct his training. She would tie him to the corner turnbuckle in the boxing ring. His arms over the top ropes, knees wide with his legs over the middle rope, feet resting on the bottom rung. She’d press her body in close and drive her knees alternatively left and right into his fully exposed nads, pounding them mercilessly until he hung his head in a state of shock. Then she’d rest his face on her sports bra, stroke his hair and comfort him for a minute, before stepping back to launch dozens of front kicks into his mangled meat.

Sometimes while he hung there in the corner, Lisa would drop to one knee, and drive straight punches into his balls. With her uppercuts, she could isolate one testicle and try to get it to swell while his other nut remained of relatively normal size

Of course her favorite attack was the open hand squeeze. She stop several times through each session to ‘inspect’ for damage, but invariably she’d end up causing even more damage. His nuts were always warm and she loved the way they’d slide effortlessly in the synovial fluid of the sac. Early in a session she’d pull his balls and stretch the spermatic cords to loosen him up for later abuse.

She noticed that by holding a firm squeeze for a minute, releasing her grip, then squeezing again; she was actually squishing the fluid from his testes. Like a sponge or a piece of citrus fruit - fascinating. Then after she’d finish, they re-swelled bigger than before she started squeezing.

Size, that became her goal. How large could she get his testicles to swell? She was determined to find out. She did internet searches, read medical texts and spoke to a friend who worked in the local hospital emergency room. Her friend had seen several destroyed testicles from motorcycle and industrial accidents. She had even been working when a guy was brought in after he pissed off his dominatrix.

“Were his balls swollen” asked Lisa, trying not to seem overly interested.

“His one nut was huge, but the other had deflated after she drove her spiked heel right through his nut. The doctor had to remove it because it was destroyed.” her friend explained.

“Then what did you do with the testicle?”

“We have to incinerate all medical waste.” Then she leaned close and confided, “But not right away. One of the nurses put his nut in a jar with some alcohol to preserve it. You could see where the shoe had punched a hole right through the center of his ball, the nurse put a piece of a pencil through the hole before she put it in the jar. It was a great shot, and we teased the male employees. One nurses aide said they eat testicles in the west. Rocky Mountain or Prairie Oysters are Bull or Sheep testicles, you know.”

Lisa wondered out loud, “I wonder what they taste like”. Then realizing she said that out loud, she added: “ or what a mans balls would taste like”.

“Kind of chewy, I’d imagine.” remarked her friend. “Covered with a tight white sheath, almost like a nylon fabric.”

Lisa smiled, “I guess you’d have to tenderize them first. Use a meat tenderizer” and they both laughed. Lisa thought to herself, ‘Or slice them into thin strips’.

To keep the training of Dan’s testicles from becoming routine, Lisa would vary the sequence of attacks. Today she would start with kicks, then knees, punches, stomps and always adding several hand squeezing sessions throughout. If his testes didn’t swell larger than they had in the previous days beating, she’d continue another round of abuse until they ‘measured up‘.

She would always start out fast and furious, getting his mind into a state of shock. Then he wouldn’t be able to scream, or protest her choice of punishment. He’d just make some primal animal moans with an occasional squeal when she surprised him or when she went a little too far.