The truck stopped near the front of the driveway, and Bobby and Eve got out.
“Only two hours now until we have to be at school,” Eve told Bobby. “You better get your butt in the bathtub.
Bobby climbed the stairs and ran himself a bath, the whole time his mind was racing. He had been so excited for this, so desperate for it, that he had neglected to ask what was even happening tonight. Why were they going to his school? Who would be there? What horrible things would be done to him?
Bobby had just eased himself into his bath when Eve entered the bathroom.
“The more I think about it Bobby,” Eve announced, “I want you looking your best tonight, so I’m going to wash you myself.”
Bobby couldn’t say he minded as Eve began soaping his rock-hard cock to a lather. She did the same to the rest of his body, before returning once again to his penis. She must have thought his member was extremely dirty, because she proceeded to wash it again, even more vigorously. For over ten minutes, she worked her hands up and down Bobby’s shaft, until every inch was covered in foam. Bobby couldn’t help but tremble with pleasure. She even took Bobby’s plug out briefly in order to plunge a soapy finger down Bobby’s hole.
Once Bobby had been washed from head to toe, Eve began shaving him.
“Mommy,” Bobby asked as Eve was working a razor over his right nut, “what’s happening tonight?”
“Well Bobby,” Eve began to answer while continuing to work, “periodically your school runs a women’s self-defense class for its students. This past fall I enrolled in the class just for fun. Being a black-belt myself, I think I can fairly say the class was just awful.”
She finished with his right ball and began shaving his left.
“The class was run by a man who had no clue what he was doing,” she continued after a short pause. “His techniques were all wrong. Even worse, his assistant wore a cup. Some of the girls complained after the class that their feet hurt from kicking the thing…really it was just ridiculous.
Done with his sack, she began working running the razor around the base of his penis.
“So, when I heard they would have another class over the winter break, I volunteered to run it. You, Bobby, are naturally going to be the practice dummy…I think it should be a lot of fun.”
“How…how many…” Bobby began to ask.
“It’s going to be a full class,” Eve answered, before Bobby could finish. “Thirty of your classmates enrolled. Normally, they have the class in the gym, but I could only book it from five to seven, not nearly long enough. So, instead, we’ll be in the auditorium. The class will run from five to midnight.”
She had finished with his cock.
“I believe that’s good enough for tonight. You can finish up with you legs, armpits, and butt hole tomorrow.”
Bobby got out of the tub and dried off.
“I think I still have enough time to take a bath myself,” Eve said looking at the clock.
Bobby headed toward the bathroom door, but Eve stopped him.
“Actually, Bobby, why don’t you stay,” she told him.
Bobby’s member began to wag up and down furiously. Subtlety was not Bobby’s strong suit.
Much to Bobby’s chagrin, Eve then handed him her sleeping mask, adding “Here, just put this on honey.”
Bobby stood blindly next to the bathtub as he listened to Eve run a fresh bath, step out of her clothes, and slip under the warm water. During which time, the intensity of his raging member diminished somewhat. It ceased flopping about wildly and instead simply pulsated at a rapid rate.
“Be a dear, and give mommy a backrub,” Eve said once in the tub.
The pulsating increased as Bobby worked his hands into Eve’s back.
“Anyways, as I was saying,” Eve began after a time. “It should be a lot of fun tonight, but I expect you to be on your best behavior. I gave you a long enough break from your therapy after all. Therefore, there is to be absolutely no loud shrieking. I don’t want you upsetting the girls. Likewise, I expect you to keep your sobbing to a minimum. If you must cry, do so quietly. Also, if you happen to fall down, I expect you to get up immediately. You are to be a perfect, little, practice dummy. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Bobby answered nervously.
Eve soaked for a while as Bobby continued to massage her back.
“Oh also, I almost forgot,” she said suddenly. “Unfortunately, since it is a school function, they insisted you wear clothes. I think I have the perfect outfit for you though.”
Eve lay in the tub a couple minutes longer before rising and drying off.
“Hmmm,” she said seated on the side of the tub. “I forgot to wash my feet Bobby. Would you help me.”
Bobby fumbled blindly for the washrag before she added, “…with your tongue.”
At this, Bobby’s stopped-up cock began to go wild. Mommy had never asked him to do this before. Bobby got down on his hands and knees, his penis beating itself against the tile floor.
He started on the left foot, working his tongue along the tops and then bottoms of her toes. He then began to gently lap like a dog between each toe. Once he had finished with the left foot, he moved on to the right. He did the same as he had with the left, but once finished he decided to double check his work by sucking long and hard on each toe individually. He shifted back over to the left foot and did the same, practically nursing on Eve’s big, left toe.
Her feet were clean, but his tongue didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to loose the taste of her slightly sweet, slightly salty skin. He began to move his tongue up her left calf. Then it was above her knee. He began to lick up and down along her inner thigh. He kept inching further along until a patch of soft hair touched his tongue.
Eve pushed his head away.
“That will do Bobby,” she said. “It’s time to go.”
While Eve got dressed, she had Bobby load two heavy boxes into the back of the truck. He could hear metal clinking inside. Bobby could only imagine to what horrible ends the items inside would be used.
Butterflies filled Bobby’s stomach as they pulled out of the driveway, a combination of excitement and fear. Instead of looking out the window, Bobby starred down at the giant testicles rolling around in his lap.
“They’re not going to be so pretty by the time this evening is over,” Eve said, as if reading his thoughts. “I’m taking this self-defense class very seriously. I want to be sure every girl there knows how to defend herself by the time this evening is over. And the only way I can be certain of that is to make sure every girl there can thoroughly wreck your balls before the end of the night.”
After what seemed like an eternity to Bobby, they arrived at the school. It was half-past four and Eve sent Bobby backstage while she began to prepare the auditorium.
To his surprise, waiting for him behind the heavy curtains were Rachel, Alex, and Megan.
“Are…are you taking the class?” Bobby stuttered in surprise.
“Unfortunately not,” answered Alex with a smirk. “Your mother wouldn’t let us. The class is for novices, and apparently we are already experts.”
“Too bad,” said Rachel in agreement, pumping her right fist into her left palm. “It’s been too long.”
“We’re just here to get you ready and videotape the class,” Megan explained in a chipper voice, devoid of any appreciation of the brutality that was about to unfold on center stage that night.
“Speaking of which, we got you a gift to prepare you for the evening,” said Alex with a snicker.
She took the gift out of a plastic bag and made Bobby step into it, sliding it up his legs to his groin. They stepped back to observe how it fit.
The sports cup in question hung in front of Bobby left testicle, unable to fully encompass even the front of the massive orb.
“Safety first,” Rachel said, and the three girls began to laugh hysterically (although Megan looked slightly confused about why they were laughing).
“It was…it was the biggest size,” Alex barely managed to get out in between giggles.
When the laughter had finally subsided, they took the cup off Bobby and threw a bright blue outfit at him.
“Get dressed,” ordered Rachel.
Upon examining the article of clothing, Bobby realized it was a wrestling uniform. He awkwardly put on the spandex uniform, which seemed at least two sizes too small.
Even with the uniform on, Bobby still felt naked. The outfit was skin tight, trapping his fleshly baseballs flat against his groin. Likewise, it pressed bulbous penis, against his stomach, with every vein visible through the thin cloth.
“It’s almost time Bobby,” said Alex when he had finished dressing. “You ready for this? 30 girls? Seven hours? It’s not going to be pretty Bobby; they are going to massacre you.”
She patted his scrunched up, spandex-encased balls softly. “Hell, I kind of feel bad for you.”
She paused and then smiled, “Well no, not really.”
“You better just hope mommy sweetest doesn’t let that pack of girls crack your precious little nuts,” added Rachel.
“She wouldn’t be so mean,” said Megan confidently. “She promised we could play with Bobby tomorrow.”
Alex and Rachel broke out into hysterical laughter. Megan just looked perplexed, not getting her own joke.
“Well, it’s time for us to go set up the video camera,” said Alex. “Just think Bobby, even after this is over, you’ll get to relive every moment all over again. And if that isn’t good enough, I promise we’ll help you put on a reenactment.”
With that, the three exited through the curtain.
On the other side of the curtain, he could hear Alex ask her companions, “You think he ever wishes they would just break already?”
More laughter followed.
