I didn’t answer her question so she tightened the grip on my balls and asked again

This is the story of the worst Friday I have ever had and ever will. It was my sophomore year at Tech and my roommate, Manny, was dating this girl Callie. She had a roommate named Marsha.

Callie had said on several occasions that she wanted me to meet Marsha. So one night we all went to a party together. She was very cute, she had dark brown hair, fair skin, and a very nice body. Physically she was the kind of girl I usually went after. However after talking to her that night I decided I did not want to date her because I kind of got the feeling she would be the crazy type if you were dating her.

She also came off as the type of person that typically wore the pants in a relationship. On top of all that another friend of mine, Brent, that was at the party that night was really into her. So I told Brent to knock himself out and go after her.

Now I’m going to fast forward to the next semester. Brent and Marsha had been dating off and on for several months. Just as I had suspected she was the one that wore the pants in their relationship and she was very possessive and jealous. I saw her go nuts twice on him and I’m sure she went crazy often.

Well, one Friday afternoon during a time that they were broken up I got a call from Marsha. Brent had gone out with a girl on Thursday night, Kathy that Marsha hated. Somehow she found out that Brent went on a date and wanted to know if it were Kathy he went out with. I told her I didn’t know and that seemed to be good enough.

After we hung up I went to the rec center to work out. When I got back Manny told me he was going to take off and be back in a couple hours. I hopped into the shower and in a few minutes heard a knock on my bathroom door. I assumed that it was Manny and asked if he had forgotten something. The voice that came back was Marsha’s. She said that Manny let her in as he was leaving. I knew right away she was going to have a million questions about what Brent did the night before and if he had sex with Kathy, etc. So I told her to go wait in the living room and to make herself at home.

When I got out of the shower I put a towel around my waist and walked into my room. Marsha was sitting on the edge of my bed. I told her to leave so I could get dressed. She said I’ll leave as soon as you tell me exactly what Brent did last night. I told her I didn’t know but she didn’t buy it for a second.

What she did next confirmed that she had to be the most insane girl on the planet. Unfortunately for me I was standing within arms length of Marsha. When I said I didn’t know she reached under my towel and got me by my balls. Then she said “maybe this will refresh your memory” and squeezed just hard enough that it hurt. She had a good grip on my balls and there was nothing I could do about it. She grabbed them in a way that her index finger and thumb formed a circle with my balls in the palm of her hand.

Then she asked me in a mocking way, “How does it feel for a little girl to have you by the balls? You know this is why women are the stronger sex, we don’t have balls for people to go after.” I could tell that I was going to have to tell her exactly what Brent had done the night before and I knew that he had not only gone out with Kathy but slept with her too. I didn’t answer her question so she tightened the grip on my balls and asked again “How does it feel like for a little girl to have you by the balls?” I said that it hurt and told her to let go. That only caused the grip to get tighter.

Then she started with her line of questioning on Brent. At first I tried my best to be a good friend. I thought if she had me by the balls and all I was doing was withholding information from her no telling what she would do to Brent if she found out he slept with Kathy. But the more I said I didn’t know the rougher she got with my balls.

Finally it got to the point where I could tell that I needed to just tell her what she wanted to hear. I knew this because when it got to the point that she couldn’t squeeze and twist my balls much harder she reached up to her hair with her free hand. She pulled out the rubber band thing that many girls use for pony tails. She twisted it around my balls twice so that she now had two free hands. She thumped my balls so hard and then went right back to squeezing that I couldn’t take another second.

I told her everything that Brent had done thinking that she would let my balls go finally. Then she pulled on my balls in a downward motion and said “your balls are going to be sore for a very long time, and you could have saved yourself the pain and humiliation simply by cooperating. You realize that if I ever need information from you again I won’t simply ask, I’ll ask with your balls in the palm of my hand”. I said, “You got the info now let go of my balls and take the band off them” and her response was “you sure do make demands for someone whose balls I still have control of” and gave me one last thump to the balls and began walking out of my room. She said “wait 5 minutes after I leave before you untie your balls because I just might come back and want to have more fun with them”. She laughed and walked out.

The strangest thing about the whole deal is that they Brent never mentioned that Martha ever talked to him. Of course I never mentioned that his ex girlfriend came over and dominated my balls to get information about him. But I can say that Martha is by far the craziest bitch I have ever met and that was the worst Friday afternoon I have ever had.