As William walked painfully home he desperately tried to make sense of what was happening. Never had he imagined anyone treating him as Cindy had. And it wasn't as if she hated him. She'd said herself that he was really helping her, when they went through the Math work, and he could tell she was making far better progress than she did in the lectures. But at what cost to William? There he was, spending time helping, probably the most stunning girl he'd ever met -- certainly by far the most beautiful he'd ever exchanged more than a few words with, but yet she clearly considered him a pervert, and even a threat to her! Someone she had to defend herself against.
And it was all so unfair! Yes, sure, he fantasised about what he'd like to do with Cindy, who wouldn't, but those fantasies were always with her as a willing, and enthusiastic participant. He couldn't even imagine any of those other sick ideas Cindy thought him capable of, never mind carry them out! And now how was he going to convince her, he only wanted to help? Geez, if he could just control his base instincts when she was around, then Cindy would have no reason to fear him, and things, from his perspective, would be incredible. But so far his body had twice betrayed him, and now he was yet again nursing a pair of extremely sore and sensitive balls, as a reminder.
It took William some time that night before he was able to climb into his bed. But eventually he'd done enough of his own work, put the room straight, and slid under the duvet. Cindy, and that terrible evening had never been far from his mind, and still he wrestled with his desire to see more of her, and his fear that he would yet again embarrass himself. As he lay there, his desire won out, and his hand slid down over his stomach to wrap his fingers around his cock. He discovered to his pleasure that he could still enjoy his touch, but that night at least he didn't dare do more than lightly stroke himself, before stopping, frustrated, and turning to sleep.
The next morning, his balls, though still very sensitive to the touch, felt a little better, and he was able to push himself to a somewhat tentative orgasm. It definitely hurt to come, but miraculously everything seemed to be working, and to his great relief, there was no sign of blood for him to worry about. This time, at least, he seemed to have survived Cindy's attentions.
Walking to, and around, campus was painful, but manageable. He definitely had a slight limp, and wondered just how much attention he was drawing to himself. He got through his lectures, and although he saw Cindy, she again barely acknowledged him. He did however, see her several times from a distance at her favourite coffee stop, and always, it seemed she was in close discussion with an Oriental looking friend of hers. William was aware of Mailyn, as she attended one of his Applied Math courses, but beyond her name, and the fact that she was clearly slim and fit, he knew almost nothing about her. However, a little discrete digging quickly yielded the fact that she stayed in the same hall as Cindy, studied Mechanical Engineering, and seemed to be a regular visitor to the gym.
By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, William was feeling better about things. He still felt somewhat tender and sensitive, but he'd been able to think straight, and had made some decisions. He knew he didn't want to get on the wrong side of Cindy again, but was pretty sure he could pass one of her "checks" this time, as the mere thought of her knee or foot once again swinging up between his legs was enough to quickly cool any growing arousal he might have. He was still very much in awe of her wonderful figure, and he definitely wanted to spend time helping her study, and watching the way her ponytail swayed behind her as she moved around the room, and if he could earn some more of her dazzling smiles, well that would just be the icing on the cake for him. But if his body did let him down, and he felt that swelling feeling in his groin, he knew he had to decline Cindy's check, and try and extricate himself, as quickly and politely as possible.
When the time came it was a slightly more confident William that once more pressed the bell push, that Friday evening. Cindy buzzed him up, and he was pleased to see that this time, she was again waiting for him, at the door to her room. She was wearing a gym skirt, and a volleyball vest, and William realised with a start that this was the first time he'd seen her bare legs -- not to mention her bra strap peeping out from under the vest, which had a very distractingly low neckline, he couldn't help noticing. Swiftly he thought of her knee, driving upwards towards his crotch, and reckoned he had just about got himself under control, as he fought to hold her gaze with his own.
"I'm sorry," she gushed, "I was playing volleyball down in the sports centre, and I didn't have time to change and make it back here. I could change now, if you want to wait a few minutes for me?"
William almost groaned aloud. The thought of Cindy changing whilst he stood outside her door, was nearly too much for him. "No, no, that's fine, I don't mind, really" he said, trying to look anywhere but straight at her.
"Oh, OK, come on in then" she seemed cheerful, as she took his bag from him, placed it against the wall, and indicated he should sit down on the straight backed wooden chair he had sat on the first time they worked together. Right now it was parallel to the desk, with the swivel chair that she used, almost facing it. William sat, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs, and suggested they would need his notes to work through. "Oh that's OK, I'll fetch them in a moment," she said, as she followed him, and stood behind his chair. He was more than a little surprised when she reached out and rested both her hands on his shoulders. The last time her hands had been on his shoulders, things were very different, he couldn't help thinking. He leaned back trying to turn his head to see her, just as she started to slide her fingers down his chest, and to his shock he felt her breasts brushing against the back of his head.
"What, what are you doing?" he stammered.
"I have to check you, silly, you know that -- now put your hands behind the back of the chair, so they won't get in my way, Billy." She sounded almost playful, and William found he was enjoying the lightness of her voice, and the feel of her hands and breasts, rather more than maybe he should be, right now. He could feel his cock swelling beneath his slacks, and once again thought desperately about the intense pain she had previously caused him. But as her hands brushed against the front of his slacks, before sliding between his thighs and pushing outwards, he was afraid it might already be too little too late. "Nice and wide for me, Billy, I really shouldn't have to tell you, should I?" she questioned. Struggling with what to do, William slowly spread his knees wider, watching, mesmerised, as her hands slid back along the insides of his thighs, keeping pressure on him, spreading him wider still, until they were pushing his slacks deep into his groin, her thumbs pressing up against his tender balls. And William knew he was too late. By the time they inched higher still, they were resting either side of a massive, fully fledged erection.
Cindy gasped aloud, and immediately grabbed at his balls through the slacks, closing her right hand over them in a harsh fist grip, at the same time shouting out "Mailyn, come quick, he's doing it again!"
The Oriental girl was in Cindy's room in an instant. William, completely shocked, tried to struggle upwards, as it dawned on him that Cindy hadn't even closed the door. He was immediately blocked by the grip on his tender nuts, and Cindy's torso as she leaned over his shoulder. Then he felt Mailyn grabbing his wrists and pulling down hard, the edge of the chair back digging painfully into his armpits. "It's OK, I've got him now, he won't beat the two of us," she said, as Cindy tried to further tighten her grip on William's balls. With both arms pinned behind his back, William had very little strength, and found himself powerless to resist when Mailyn trapped one arm between her legs, and viciously twisted the other up behind his back. With her free hand she could then reach down to assist Cindy. "I'll take those," she said as she slid her fingers under Cindy's wrist "You get the stuff!"
William was panicking now. He twisted his head, trying to see what was going on. It was very clear that Mailyn's entry had been planned from the beginning, and whatever "the stuff" was, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. He started to speak, but Mailyn was on him in an instant, twisting his arm up further, and encircling his balls in a vice-like grip. "Shut up, pervert, we don't need to hear from you right now," she hissed in his ear. She was blocking his line of sight as Cindy reappeared and squatted down by Mailyn's feet. Suddenly he felt a cold metallic ring encircle his left wrist by the Oriental girl's thighs, the click of a ratchet immediately confirming his fears.
"Got it" Cindy exclaimed, and Mailyn relaxed her thighs, allowing the girl to pull his wrist back down below the seat of the chair. It was swiftly joined by the other as Mailyn bent his arm down again, and the second cuff clicked into place. Moving quickly now Cindy grabbed William's right ankle, and again the boy felt the cold brush of steel. The other end of the cuff was passed under the chair, and working together, the girls quickly secured his other foot. Only now, did Mailyn release her vicious grip on his testicles. As William started to protest, Mailyn clamped both her hands over his mouth, pulling his head back until he found himself looking straight up into a pair of very dark, angry eyes. She shifted one hand, and immediately squeezed his nose closed. Her strength was incredible, and William, his panic rising, found his air supply completely cut off.
