You order Jake on his knees

Your body flowed with his in a rhythmic dance that always ended with your knee deep in his sack to a point where you lost count of the blows. The girls cheered on but it came a point when he clearly could not keep standing. Not wanting to end your fun and also using the opportunity to display power you suddenly stopped and made a pause while Jake allowed himself to covered his groin with both hands in a gesture that signal weakness.

All girls went silent expectantly until you ordered him : "On your knees!"

He complied so naturally that everyone saw he was completely in your control. He was so tall,even on his knees his head reached your chin. With only a look he understood he needed to part his legs wider and put his hands behind his back.

You lifted your right foot carefully, nudging his giant testicles with your big toe.

"Hold it out of the way" you told him and immediately he grabbed the head of his horse dick and pulled it up against his six pack. In a man with a tighter scrotum this might had lifted his balls too but his scrotum was loose by supporting so much weigh over the years, so the still hung down pendulously between his open legs.

You decided it was time for running kick and didn't hold back. There was space for only for a couple of steps but it was enough to add a momentum that made you much more effective. The motions were always the same, if the kick was with your right (dominant) foot you would take the first step with it, the second with your left foot and the third would be longer and faster, turning into a kick. If was funny how when the sole of your right foot came down to rest on the floor, you still felt on the top of the foot a light sting from the contact with his nuts.

The girls were enjoying the best show ever and sounded a bit disappointing when he could not hold any longer and felt on his hands but you were not done. With a girlie shrugged you just walked around him to stand behind the Adonis that was now on his hands and knees and took one step back to admire your target. His balls were really magnificent. Slightly oval, very large, hanging is a smooth and very thin scrotum, they were the embodiment of masculinity and today, they were at your mercy.

Your first kick was quick like lightning and took him completely by surprise. He bellowed like a bull but to his (or Cindy's) credit never tried to bring his knees together. Your second kick was more calculated and potent. Your perfect foot coming up at a 45% angle and scooping up his balls to lift them against his rock hard abdomen. When we say scoop it was not a tender lifting but rather a strong smashing blow with the top of your foot going fast enough to transfer a shock of agony to the tender meat of his testicles but also with an unstoppable **** that listed them up and drove them up into the muscular ceiling that his stomach formed being parallel to the ground. When his organs collided with his own stomach they stopped immediately, turning a little more oval and less spherical for a split of a second what caused a pain of it's own but the worst was yet to come because when they were trying to go back to their natural shape your feminine foot caught up with them. You distinctively felt the cushioning of 2 firm meatballs between your foot and his body. They were so big and became so flatten by the kick that all the top of your foot and even toes ended up embedded into testicular tissue. You left your foot there for only a little bit longer than what a regular kick would have required and lower your foot slowly. Admiring how his balls felt back down, pulled by gravity and still half way between a meatball and a hamburger.

He was totally paralyzed by the most terrible agony and could not emit even the faintest sound. The girls had all gone silent, not in horror but in awe and admiration for you. You considered kicking him again but it was too much. He was a **** and inferior to any woman but he had enough for the moment so you went to him and sat on his back, as if he were a horse. He was going to avoid more kicking but you had a final humiliation in mind.

When Cindy came out of her room, leading a noticeably pained Zack by his balls found you riding Jake around the room, your right reaching behind you and in between his legs to hold his balls while he, at snail pace, and in clear agony took you around.