Ballbusting Step Brother (Part 2)

 

Solana sat at a corner table in her favorite coffee shop, savoring the rich aroma of her freshly brewed coffee. The quiet hum of chatter around her and the soft clink of cups created a comforting background as she lost herself in thought. Just as she took a slow sip, a shadow fell over her table, interrupting her peace.

She glanced up to find a guy standing there with a cocky grin plastered across his face. He was tall and lanky, with a backwards baseball cap and a smirk that tried a little too hard. He looked her up and down, clearly undeterred by her disinterest.

"Hey there," he said, leaning a little too close. "Mind if I join you, beautiful?"

Solana arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Actually, I do."

But he didn’t move. Instead, he chuckled, apparently thinking her rejection was just a part of the chase. "Aw, come on. You don’t have to play hard to get with me. I can take a wildcat," he added with a wink.

Solana’s lips thinned, her patience already wearing thin. She set her cup down, deciding it was time to end this. “Look, I’m really not interested, so if you could just—”

But he interrupted her, not reading the obvious. "I mean, why are you acting like this? A girl like you could have a good time if she just loosened up." His eyes lingered on her figure in a way that made her skin crawl.

She stood up, leaned in close enough for only him to hear, and gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You know, I just punched my step-brother in the nuts yesterday. Left him rolling on the floor like a baby, crying his eyes out. Maybe you know him? Rudy? Tall, blonde, real muscly, thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

The guy’s smirk started to falter, and he swallowed nervously. “Yeah, I know him… Rudy’s like… the star of the football team or something, right?”

“That’s him. All muscle, all ego,” Solana said smoothly. “And if I could make him cry just by flicking his precious little ‘power source,’ imagine what I could do to you.” Her gaze dropped pointedly to his jeans, and his eyes widened in horror. “What’s your name sweetheart?” Solana asked

“Tanner…” he said. Solana smirked “Then go or I’m gonna kick you sorry ugly balls. Hush!”

Without another word, he nodded quickly, muttering something unintelligible, and bolted towards the door. As he fled, Solana noticed a dark stain spreading down one of his pant legs.

She barely had time to process the sight before she heard a laugh. Turning, she found Rebecca, her best friend, grinning at her. “I think he actually peed himself. That was brutal,” Rebecca said, dropping her purse onto the table and pulling out a chair.

“Please, you know he was asking for it.” Solana rolled her eyes, sitting back down as Rebecca joined her.

“Oh, I know. The minute I saw him slinking over to you with that slimeball smile, I thought, ‘Solana is going to eat him alive.’” Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re like… a superhero or something.”

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta teach these boys a lesson,” Solana replied with a smirk, taking a sip of her coffee. “They act like they’re invincible.”

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in. “You know who else thinks he’s invincible?” She giggled, flipping her phone open. “Your step-brother. Guess who’s been texting me nonstop?”

“Rebecca…” Solana raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and warning in her tone. But her curiosity got the better of her as she glanced at the phone in Rebecca’s hand.

Rebecca shrugged, holding the screen out for Solana to see. “Look, I know you think he’s a player or whatever, but he’s actually really sweet when you get to know him. Here, see?”

Solana squinted at the texts. They were littered with winking emojis, “Hey beautiful” and “Wanna hang out tonight? ;)” along with a string of late-night messages that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than booty calls. She snorted, a laugh slipping out before she could stop it.

“Oh, he’s sweet, alright,” Solana deadpanned, “especially at two in the morning when he’s ‘thinking about you’ with his shirt off.” She glanced at Rebecca with an incredulous look. “Becca, this is his classic playbook. He sends those exact same messages to every girl he’s ever hooked up with.”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed, but she still defended him. “No, no, I mean… he’s just direct! He’s not wasting anyone’s time, right? He’s not leading me on.”

“Oh, honey.” Solana reached across the table, giving her friend a sympathetic pat on the hand. “I hate to break it to you, but Rudy’s only interested in one thing, and it isn’t romance.”

Rebecca looked down at her coffee, chewing her lip. “I just… I don’t know. He has this charm, you know? Like, he just looks at me, and I feel… special.”

Solana leaned back with a sigh. “That’s the thing, Becca. He makes everyone feel special. You should’ve seen him with these other girls. He’s got the whole bad-boy act down to a science. I mean, there was this one girl—Kim, you remember her? Cheerleader, blonde, bubbly?”

Rebecca’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh yeah, she was obsessed with him for a while.”

“Exactly. He did the same thing to her. Made her think he was into her, and then… poof. He moved on to the next shiny object. And it wasn’t just her, either. After Kim, there was Sarah, then Mandy… and I think even Katie from the diner.”

Rebecca’s face fell, but she tried to smile through it. “Okay, so maybe he’s… a little bit of a player.”

“A little?” Solana laughed. “The guy’s practically a full-time professional at it.”

Rebecca twirled her straw, a smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, alright. I get it. But… he’s just so… ugh, you know?”

Solana chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, I know. But if you’re really set on him, I could give you some of his secrets. A little insider info from the sisterly source.”

Rebecca’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh my God, you totally should! Give me the dirt on him. What does he like? How do I… get him to be, you know, serious?”

Solana grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. “Oh, trust me, I have plenty on him. Just promise me you won’t actually fall for him. I’d hate to see you getting hurt over a guy who thinks his biceps are the solution to every problem.”

Rebecca laughed, but her curiosity was undeniable. “Alright, alright, I’ll keep my expectations in check. Now, spill!”

With an amused smile, Solana began to list out the quirks, habits, and weaknesses of her step-brother, ready to arm her best friend with all the “insider secrets” she could use—if only to even the odds a little against Rudy’s ridiculous ego.

 

Solana and Rebecca settled deeper into the corner of the coffee shop, leaning in close as they whispered conspiratorially. The coffee had cooled, but their conversation was just heating up.

“Okay, you’re going to love this,” Solana began, her eyes alight with mischief. “So, yesterday, Rudy was going on his usual spiel about how men are naturally stronger, better leaders, and how women just ‘don’t get it.’”

Rebecca leaned forward, eyes wide with disbelief, as she clutched her coffee. “Wait… you’re telling me Rudy actually said that? Like, he was seriously talking about men being ‘superior’ and all that sexist garbage?”

Solana sighed, rolling her eyes. “You better believe it. The guy’s living in some fantasy world where testosterone automatically makes men better than women. He went on this ridiculous rant about how women are just ‘weaker’ and couldn’t possibly do what he does. As if he’s some kind of warrior and I’m just… some frail damsel.”

Rebecca shook her head, still processing. “Wow. I knew he was a bit cocky, but I didn’t think he was that much of a jerk.”

“Oh, he’s worse,” Solana replied with a smirk. “He was acting like he was God’s gift to women. Kept saying that Hollywood was filling our heads with fantasies by showing women who can fight or stand up for themselves. He actually said that a ‘real man’—meaning himself, obviously—couldn’t be taken down by a woman.”

Rebecca’s eyebrows shot up. “No way. He seriously thinks he’s that invincible?”

“Yup.” Solana grinned, her eyes flashing with mischief. “So, I decided it was time to show him how ‘invincible’ he really is. Let’s just say he’s learned not to underestimate me now.”

Rebecca leaned in, unable to contain her curiosity. “Oh my God, what did you do?”

Solana chuckled, savoring the memory. “I punched him. Right in his precious ‘manhood.’ One hit, and he was down for the count. I hit his stupid flashy dangling balls. BAM! It literally made some sounds. Men ae so fuckin stupid”

Rebecca gasped, then dissolved into laughter. “No! You actually went for it? I wish I could’ve seen his face!”

“Oh, I took a picture,” Solana said with a wicked smile, pulling out her phone. “Had to document the moment. Here, look.”

Rebecca took the phone, her laughter increasing tenfold as she studied the photo. In it, Rudy was curled up on the floor, one hand tightly gripping his groin, his face a twisted mask of pain and shock. “Oh my God, he looks like he’s dying!”

“That’s pretty much how he sounded,” Solana replied, barely holding back her own laughter. “You’d think he was in mortal agony. And here he was, going on and on about how men are stronger, tougher, and can ‘handle anything’ life throws at them. Apparently, that doesn’t include one punch to the balls.”

Rebecca giggled, handing Solana’s phone back. “You know, it’s funny. Guys act like they’re all powerful, but they’ve got this one little weakness that brings them down in a second.”

Solana nodded, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Right? It’s hilarious! They walk around like they’re invincible just because they’ve got a pair of balls, but the moment those get hit… poof! All that strength and swagger just vanishes. It must’ve been humiliating for Rudy”

Rebecca shook her head, still laughing. “It’s like they’re built with their own self-destruct button! Here they are, thinking they’re so tough, but those things practically have a ‘Press Here to Emasculate’ sign on them.”

They both burst out laughing, drawing a few glances from nearby tables. Solana leaned back, chuckling as she sipped her coffee. “Seriously, it’s like the universe’s joke on men. They think those are the source of their power, but really, they’re just… a liability.”

Rebecca snorted, struggling to catch her breath. “And they don’t even realize it! They’re all so proud of those things, strutting around like they’re untouchable. But… hahahaha. Sorry I can’t said it with a straight face, but… one hit and they would realize how weak those stupid marbles are… and those are uglies… ewwww”

“Oh, they realize it,” Solana replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “They just hate admitting that they’ve got this huge, glaring weakness. That’s why Rudy’s always talking about how strong men are ‘by nature.’ It’s all just a cover-up because he knows one good punch would have him crying like a baby.”

Rebecca laughed so hard she almost spilled her coffee. “I still can’t believe you actually took him down! He must have been mortified.”

“He was humiliated,” Solana confirmed, unable to hide her satisfaction. “And it was probably the first time in his life he’s ever had to deal with real pain. The kind he couldn’t just flex his way through.”

Rebecca sighed, still chuckling as she wiped her eyes. “You’re my hero, Solana. I mean it.”

Just then, a couple of middle-aged men at the next table over turned to look at them, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion. One of them cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Ladies, uh… maybe you could keep it down a little?”

Solana raised an eyebrow, her mouth twitching with amusement. “Oh? Is the talk of male fragility too much for you?”

The man looked flustered. “Well, it’s just… that’s a pretty violent thing you’re talking about, don’t you think?”

Solana’s smile turned cold as she met his gaze. “Only if you’re worried it might happen to you. But if it makes you feel better, I don’t go around punching guys in the balls unless they deserve it. So maybe… mind your own business?”

The man quickly turned back to his coffee, muttering something under his breath. Solana and Rebecca exchanged a glance and dissolved into laughter again, relishing the discomfort they’d caused.

“You are ruthless,” Rebecca whispered, still giggling.

“Hey, they asked for it.” Solana shrugged. “I’m just here to spread the truth. These guys need to know that all it takes is one punch, and their whole ‘manly strength’ vanishes. It’s hilarious.”

Rebecca shook her head, still grinning. “You know, I really wish I could be there the next time Rudy starts bragging about how tough he is. Just to see him flinch every time someone mentions balls.”

“Oh, speaking of Rudy…” Rebecca’s expression turned a bit bashful as she glanced down at her phone. “He actually invited me over tonight. Your parents are out of town, so he said we could… you know… have the place to ourselves.”

Solana raised an eyebrow, giving her friend a skeptical look. “Rebecca, come on. You’re smarter than that. You know exactly what he’s hoping for.”

Rebecca blushed, shrugging. “I mean… yeah, I know. But he’s really charming, Solana! Like, when we’re together, he just has this way of making me feel special. And maybe… I don’t know. Maybe he actually likes me?”

“Oh, he likes you, alright,” Solana said, rolling her eyes. “But he’s not after anything serious, trust me. I’ve seen him pull this same move with girl after girl. He charms them, makes them feel like they’re the only one… and then he’s gone as soon as he’s gotten what he wanted.”

Solana sighed, giving her a sympathetic look. “Look, I hate to say it, but yeah. That’s Rudy’s whole game. He’s not interested in commitment or romance; he just wants to have a good time.”

Rebecca looked down at her coffee, her expression a mix of disappointment and frustration. “But what if… what if he actually wants something more with me? What if I’m different?”

Solana reached across the table, giving her friend’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “If he really cares about you, he’ll be willing to wait. So here’s what you do: go over there tonight, but don’t give him what he wants right away. Tell him you want to take things slow. If he’s genuinely interested, he’ll respect that. But if he’s just after one thing… you’ll know… sex… he will insist.”

Rebecca’s eyes lit up as she considered the plan. “You’re right. I should see how he reacts. If he really likes me, he’ll understand.”

“Exactly,” Solana said with a smile. “And if he tries to pressure you? Well, let’s just say you know exactly where to aim.”

They both burst out laughing again, exchanging a conspiratorial grin as they imagined the potential scene that might unfold later.

“Oh, I would pay to see his reaction if I kicked him,” Rebecca said, barely able to contain her excitement. “Just the look on his face…”

“He’d probably never recover,” Solana said, grinning. “It’d be like a flashback to his last defeat.”

Rebecca chuckled, nodding. “Alright, I’ll do it. Tonight, Rudy’s going to be put to the test.”

The two friends clinked their coffee cups together, their laughter filling the coffee shop as they prepared to turn the tables on Rudy once and for all.

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Rudy Thompson stepped out of his truck, wincing as a sharp reminder of last night’s ‘incident’ pulsed through him. He was still limping slightly, his usual confident stride reduced to an awkward shuffle, his hand hovering near his groin in a protective reflex he couldn’t quite shake. Dressed in a blue polo shirt neatly tucked into his jeans, Rudy’s look was every bit the polished athlete, but anyone paying attention would have caught the slight hitch in his step—and the occasional grimace that crossed his face.

The large sign above him read Thompson Pharmacy, proudly displaying the family name. This was his uncle Kevin’s place, a modest shop that had been around for years, serving the town's needs from cough drops to prescription meds. As Rudy walked in, the familiar smell of antiseptic mixed with faint notes of peppermint greeted him. Uncle Kevin was behind the counter, busy organizing the register. He looked up and gave Rudy a warm smile.

“Rudy! Haven’t seen you in a while,” Kevin greeted, his eyes crinkling with genuine warmth. Unlike Rudy’s dad, Alexander, Kevin had a laid-back demeanor, and his face held none of the hard lines or sharpness Rudy was used to seeing in his father. In Alexander’s words, Kevin was ‘soft,’ the kind of man who ‘let his wife call the shots.’ To Rudy, that translated to Kevin being the classic ‘beta male.’

“Hey, Uncle Kev,” Rudy forced a grin, trying to hide the discomfort. “Got a… little issue.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, already noticing Rudy’s awkward stance. “You alright? You look like you’ve been through the wringer.”

Rudy cleared his throat, deciding on a story quickly. “Yeah, um… got hit, you know… down there.” He gestured vaguely toward his groin, trying to sound casual. “Playing football. Just… a freak accident.” He shrugged, putting on his best ‘tough guy’ face despite the lingering ache. “Think you can hook me up with some painkillers?”

Kevin chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to the back shelf to grab a bottle of ibuprofen. “Ah, the infamous shot to the crown jewels. Every man’s nightmare.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Rudy muttered, rolling his eyes. “But, you know, it’s just a part of being a guy, right? Sometimes you take a hit and power through.”

As Kevin handed him the bottle, he gave Rudy a considering look. “You know, Rudy, a hit like that is life’s way of humbling a man. Kind of reminds you where your vulnerabilities lie.”

Rudy scoffed, brushing the notion away. “With all due respect, Uncle Kev, that’s just nonsense. It’s all in the mind. Real men—” he puffed out his chest slightly, wincing at the pull on his sore abdomen, “—don’t let something like that keep them down.”

Kevin’s expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Rudy, sometimes a knock down there is just a reminder not to get too big for our britches. Some men find strength in humility, you know?”

Rudy shot him an incredulous look. “My dad always says you’d say stuff like that. Says you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a real man, you know? Letting Aunt Priyanka run the show.” He smirked, feeling a bit of his usual swagger returning. “Guess that’s what happens when you lose touch with the whole… power thing.”

Kevin just shook his head, clearly used to Rudy’s bravado. “If that’s what makes you happy, Rudy,” he said simply. “Just remember, I think the age of men would over soon.”

Rudy, dismissing Kevin’s comment, nodded vaguely as he pocketed the bottle of ibuprofen. But as his uncle turned to finish his work at the register, Rudy’s gaze shifted to the shelf behind the counter. His eyes landed on a small, inconspicuous bottle labeled Viagra. A quick glance at Kevin, who was focused on the cash drawer, assured him his uncle wasn’t looking.

In a swift motion, Rudy reached over the counter and grabbed a single box of the pills, shoving it into his pocket as quickly as he could. He didn’t need Kevin to know about this particular item; the embarrassment alone would be enough to kill him. The truth was, after last night’s… incident, Rudy had developed a creeping paranoia about his own “performance” that he wasn’t willing to share with anyone.

“Alright, thanks, Uncle Kev,” Rudy said hurriedly, hoping his uncle wouldn’t notice the faint bulge in his pocket.

“Take care of yourself, Rudy,” Kevin replied with a small smile, none the wiser. “And go easy on those painkillers, yeah?”

Rudy nodded, throwing a casual wave as he headed out the door. The sun was bright outside, and he shielded his eyes as he walked back to his truck, the small brown pharmacy bag clutched in his hand. He tossed it onto the passenger seat, feeling the weight of the stolen Viagra pills in his pocket as he settled into the driver’s seat. Tonight was the night he’d finally prove to Solana—and maybe Rebecca—that nothing could keep Rudy Thompson down. He’d be at the top of his game, no matter what.

With a quick glance at himself in the rearview mirror to make sure he still looked his usual self—blond hair just tousled enough, the blue polo fitting snugly around his arms and chest—he started the truck and pulled out of the lot. He wasn’t headed home just yet, though. He had time to kill before his big “date” tonight, and there was only one place he could think of to go: The Rusty Nail, the local bar where he and his friends often hung out.

As Rudy stepped out of the truck, he straightened, trying to walk as normally as possible despite the dull ache still pulsing in his lower abdomen. Tonight, he told himself, was going to be legendary.

The familiar haze of cigarette smoke and the faint clinking of glasses welcomed Rudy as he walked into The Rusty Nail. The bar was buzzing with the usual evening crowd, and he spotted Froy and Cole sitting at a table near the back, a couple of empty beer bottles already scattered in front of them. Rudy grinned and made his way over, ignoring the slight twinge in his step, determined not to let last night’s humiliation show.

“Hey, there he is!” Froy called out, grinning widely as Rudy approached.

Cole raised his hand for a high five, which Rudy slapped with a smirk. “Look who decided to show up,” Cole joked, his eyes already bleary from whatever they’d been drinking.

Rudy slumped into the chair between them, immediately reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the table. He pulled one out, lit it, and leaned back, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke with a relaxed grin. He grabbed a beer from the center of the table, tipping it toward his friends in a mock toast.

“To another night of greatness, boys,” Rudy said with a grin, taking a long swig.

“Oh, absolutely,” Froy replied, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. “The Three Blonde Heroes of this town, right here. We’re living legends.”

As they laughed and talked, their conversation veered from stories about the previous weekend to half-baked plans for the next. They each took turns bragging about minor “victories” they’d had—getting a free drink from a bartender, slipping past the bouncer at a club, and other things that, in their minds, were big wins.

A new waitress appeared, making her way through the tables with a tray of drinks. She was tall, with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a name tag that read Elaine. Rudy’s eyes narrowed on her, a smirk creeping onto his face. He leaned back in his chair, nudging Cole.

“Check out the new girl,” he murmured, loud enough for her to hear as she walked by. “Damn, she’s got legs for days.”

Cole snickered, his eyes following her as well. “Definitely wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at those,” he said, not bothering to hide the predatory look in his gaze.

As she passed their table, Rudy let out a low, piercing whistle, eyes fixed on her with an arrogant smirk. “Hey, sweetheart!” he called, his voice dripping with a mocking sweetness. “Why don’t you come over here and say hello properly?”

Elaine paused, her smile visibly strained as she turned toward them, clearly used to this kind of behavior but not happy about it. “Can I get you gentlemen anything else?”

Rudy leaned forward, grinning. “How about a little smile? Don’t be so uptight.” He winked at her, and Froy and Cole snickered, nodding along as if he’d said something clever.

“Yeah, come on, don’t be shy,” Froy added, giving her a once-over. “Bet you look even better when you’re not so serious.”

Elaine forced a polite smile, clearly trying to get through the interaction without incident. “I’ll come back if you need anything else,” she said, turning to walk away.

But before she could, Rudy reached out and gave her a light slap on the rear. Elaine froze, her shoulders tensing as she whipped around to glare at him, but he just laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence.

“Relax,” Rudy drawled, taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in her direction. “It’s a compliment, you know? Just appreciating the view.”

Elaine’s jaw clenched, but she forced herself to stay calm, taking a deep breath. “My name’s Elaine, if you’re curious,” she said, her tone icy. “Now, if you don’t need anything else, I have other tables.”

“Elaine,” Rudy repeated, nodding approvingly. “That’s a cute name. Kinda sweet, you know? You should drop by later when your shift’s done. We could show you a good time.” He shot her a cocky grin, his eyes lingering on her for a beat too long.

Elaine didn’t respond, just gave him a final, hard look before turning on her heel and walking away. Froy and Cole snickered, elbowing each other like they’d just witnessed the world’s funniest joke.

“Classic, man,” Froy laughed, taking a swig of his beer. “You’ve got her all hot and bothered now. She’s definitely thinking about you.”

“Oh, I know she is,” Rudy said with a smirk, glancing over his shoulder as she disappeared behind the bar. “They act all mad, but you know they love it.”

The guys laughed, nodding along in agreement. They toasted with their beers, enjoying their twisted version of camaraderie as the bar buzzed around them.

“So,” Cole said, grinning at Rudy. “What’s the plan for tonight, man? Got any action lined up?”

Rudy leaned back, a smug smile spreading across his face as he took a long sip of his beer. “Rebecca’s coming over. Parents are out of town, so it’s just us. And trust me, she won’t be able to resist.”

Froy let out a low whistle, raising his beer in Rudy’s direction. “You’re living the dream, man. Like, the guy every girl wants. Think of all the guys in this town who’d kill to have a shot with Rebecca. And here you are, just reeling her in.”

Cole nodded, impressed. “Dude, you’re like… a god or something.”

Rudy shrugged, clearly enjoying the praise. “What can I say? It’s just natural. She can’t get enough of me, you know? She’ll be practically begging by the time she’s at my place.”

The guys burst into laughter, clinking their glasses again.

“Oh, speaking of,” Froy said, glancing at Rudy with a mischievous grin. “What’s the deal with your stepsister, Solana? Gotta admit, she’s kinda cute. You ever… you know… think about trying something with her?”

Rudy rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disdain. “Please. Solana’s a feminist, through and through. She’s got this whole ‘strong independent woman’ attitude going on, thinks she’s too good for guys like us.” He snorted. “Total waste of time.”

Froy raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Waste of time, huh? Bet I could get her to come around. She’s probably just waiting for the right guy to show her what’s up.”

“Yeah?” Rudy leaned in, intrigued. “You think you can crack her?”

Froy shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Wouldn’t be my first rodeo. I mean, think about it—she acts all tough, but girls like that are usually the first to fall when someone knows how to handle them right.”

Rudy chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Alright, let’s make it interesting then. How about a bet?”

Cole leaned in, eager. “Oh, this should be good.”

Rudy’s grin widened as he gestured between himself and Froy. “First one to seal the deal. I take Rebecca tonight, and you go for Solana. Winner gets… bragging rights. And the loser buys a round next weekend.”

Froy’s eyes gleamed, and he clinked his bottle against Rudy’s. “You’re on. And trust me, I’ll have Solana sucking my dick in no time.”

The three of them laughed, filled with a shared, almost juvenile excitement as they toasted their new ‘challenge,’ unaware of the consequences that were sure to follow

 Rudy leaned back in his chair, giving Froy a self-satisfied nod. "Alright, boys, time to make it happen. Rebecca’s almost off work, so I gotta go pick her up and… well, you know the rest." He winked, tapping his phone to check the time.

Froy smirked, lifting his beer in a mock salute. "Rebecca tonight, huh? Meanwhile, I’ll be working my magic on Solana soon enough. I figure she’s probably in the library, sitting in the feminism section, reading about how ‘oppressed’ she is or something.”

Rudy chuckled, pleased. “Yeah, exactly where she belongs. Honestly, Froy, if you can pull her out of that headspace, it’d be a damn miracle.”

Froy’s grin widened. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll get her attention.”

Rudy slapped Froy on the back before standing up and heading to the front of the bar. He’d barely reached the door when he fired off a quick text to Rebecca: "Ready to pick you up, gorgeous." His fingers flew over the screen, adding a smirk emoji for good measure.

As he waited, he shifted his weight, feeling the wooden floor creak beneath him. The bar was old—one of those places that seemed to have been around forever, and the worn, slightly uneven floor was proof of its age. Rudy took a quick look down, noticing one particular plank that seemed almost loose, the edges slightly warped. He paid it no mind, legs spread in a wide, casual stance, exuding his usual air of dominance.

Just as he was about to take another step, he heard the click of high heels approaching from behind. The sound was familiar enough, and he recognized it without turning around—it was Elaine, the new waitress, likely heading out after her shift.

Before he could register the danger, her foot landed squarely on the loose plank, pressing down just enough to set off a disastrous chain of events.

With a sharp crack, the other end of the plank shot up like a spring-loaded catapult, launching straight up between Rudy’s wide-open legs. The unforgiving wooden edge slammed right into his groin with brutal force.

For a split second, Rudy’s entire world turned white with pain. His mouth dropped open, but no sound escaped; it was as if his vocal cords had gone on strike from the sheer shock. Then, a strangled gasp finally broke free, followed by a guttural groan as he clutched his groin and stumbled backward, dropping to his knees in agony.

“AAAAHHHHH! Fuck!” Rudy’s voice echoed across the bar as he staggered, his hands flying down to cradle his aching groin, his face twisted in sheer agony. He doubled over, knees buckling, his breathing coming in short, pained gasps. He sank down, half kneeling, half collapsing, the pain too overwhelming to hold himself up.

“Oh my God,” Elaine said, stepping forward with her hand over her mouth, but her eyes betrayed a glint of amusement. “I’m… I’m so sorry!” Her words sounded sincere, but her barely-contained snickers told a different story. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, though a few giggles escaped as she watched Rudy writhing on the floor.

Rudy’s face flushed with a mix of humiliation and fury as he gritted his teeth, another groan slipping out. “Jesus… fuck! Are you laughing?” he managed to gasp, each word coming out in a breathy, strangled tone. His body trembled as he held his hands protectively over his groin, the pain throbbing with a vengeance.

“I’m… I’m not,” Elaine said, trying to sound concerned, but a faint chuckle betrayed her. She leaned closer, peering down at him with a half-smirk, half-smile. “Are you… are you okay?”

Rudy’s face contorted with rage and embarrassment, his hands still clutching himself as he struggled to speak. “Fuck… you…” he spat through gritted teeth, his voice breaking slightly as another sharp wave of pain jolted through him.

Elaine pressed her lips together, clearly fighting back laughter, but she couldn’t resist one last giggle. “Wow, it’s just… I’ve never seen someone go down that fast. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Does it… look like I’m okay?” he snapped, wincing as he shifted slightly, only to be met with another wave of agony that forced him back onto his knees. .

“Alright, alright, sorry,” Elaine said, though she bit her lip, clearly enjoying the sight a little too much. She crouched down, still chuckling softly. “Do you need me to help you walk to your car?”

Rudy took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to will the pain away as he straightened slightly, his face still contorted. “No… I can… I can walk myself,” he managed to say, though his voice was far from convincing. The pain was relentless, each throb feeling like a fresh reminder of his wounded pride.

Elaine raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Right. You seem to be handling it really well,” she said, barely holding back another laugh.

Rudy shot her a glare, but all he could manage was a haggard, strained whisper. “I don’t need… your fucking help.”

Elaine just shrugged, standing up and crossing her arms as she watched him struggle to his feet. “Fine. Suit yourself. Just… try not to fall on the way out.”

Rudy finally managed to push himself upright, his hands still hovering protectively over his groin as he staggered toward the door. Every step felt like a fresh jolt of pain radiating through him, and he could hear Elaine’s muffled laughter behind him as he limped away.

Just before he exited, he turned around, his face a twisted mask of fury and embarrassment. He hobbled back toward her, grabbing her wrist tightly, his eyes flashing. “If you say a word about this to anyone, I’ll make you regret it,” he hissed, voice low and venomous. “And when I come back, you’ll be begging for my dick. No one would stop me.”

Elaine raised an eyebrow, unflinching as she pulled her wrist free from his grasp. “Sure, Rudy. Whatever you say,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She gave him a small, mocking smile. “Just try not to get taken down by another piece of wood next time, alright?”

His face darkened, but he said nothing, opting instead to storm out the door—or at least, make his best attempt, given his condition.

He practically collapsed into the driver’s seat, a strangled groan escaping him as he instinctively clutched his groin once more. He rested his head against the steering wheel, breathing heavily as he tried to regain his composure. The humiliation still burned hot in his chest, and his face was flushed with anger. How could she have laughed? How could she have seen him like that, on his knees, helpless?

He raised his head, catching sight of himself in the rearview mirror. His face was red, his hair slightly disheveled, but he forced himself to sit up straight, narrowing his eyes as he stared at his reflection. This was not how tonight was going to end. He had a reputation to uphold, a score to settle.

“Come on, Rudy,” he muttered to himself, jaw clenched. “You’re a man. This is nothing. Just a… a setback.”

He glanced down at the bottle of ibuprofen sitting on the passenger seat, snatching it up and popping the cap with a quick flick of his thumb. Two pills rolled out into his palm, and he tossed them into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Then, after a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small blue pills he’d swiped from his uncle’s pharmacy earlier.

He examined them briefly, his expression hardening as he muttered, “Tonight’s not going down like this. I’m back on top.” Without hesitation, he popped the two Viagra pills, swallowing them down with a grim, determined look.

Staring back into the rearview mirror, he forced a smirk, his hand gripping the wheel tightly. “Man power,” he whispered, as if trying to convince himself. His chest rose with renewed confidence, and he took a steadying breath.

With that, he started the truck, feeling the engine roar to life beneath him.

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Rudy unlocked the door and gestured grandly for Rebecca to step inside, a cocky grin spread wide across his face. The house was silent, his parents gone for the weekend. Perfect. He flipped on the lights, the soft glow illuminating the spacious living room, which was decked out in comfortable leather couches and framed photos of family vacations. He took a deep breath, his eyes already trailing over Rebecca with a hunger he couldn’t quite disguise.

She slipped inside, glancing around the empty house, a shy smile on her lips. Rudy stepped in behind her, closing the door and leaning against it for a moment, his stance a bit odd, legs slightly apart to relieve the ache still nagging at him from earlier. He tried to shake it off, not wanting to let the discomfort distract him.

Rebecca noticed his awkward stance and raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with concern. “Hey… are you alright? You’re, um, walking kind of funny.”

Rudy forced a laugh, shrugging it off as if it were nothing. “Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. Just, uh… football. You know how it is.” He shot her a charming grin, brushing it off casually, though the dull throb still pulsed in the background. But he could feel the rush from the little blue pills kicking in, a warm surge of confidence and intensity pushing aside the discomfort. Tonight was going to be his night.

He led her over to the couch and sank down with a sigh, patting the spot beside him. “Come on, sit with me,” he said, his voice low and inviting. Rebecca sat down, her cheeks flushing slightly as she settled in close to him. He wasted no time, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in, his gaze darkening as he looked down at her.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured, his hand tracing soft circles on her shoulder. “Ever since I saw you… can’t get you out of my mind, Rebecca.” He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek before trailing his lips to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re just… perfect.”

Rebecca’s face flushed a deeper shade of pink, her pulse quickening. Rudy’s gaze was intense, his voice warm and smooth, each word pulling her further into his orbit. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, lingering kiss. His hand slipped to her waist, gently tugging her closer until she was pressed against him, his fingers warm against her back.

As he pulled back slightly, he looked into her eyes, a playful glint flashing in his. “You know, there are plenty of girls out there who’d love to be here right now.” His lips quirked into a cocky grin. “But I chose you, Rebecca. Out of all of them… I chose you.”

Rebecca’s heart fluttered, his words wrapping around her like a sweet, seductive spell. He leaned in again, his kisses growing deeper, more insistent, his hands slowly drifting down her sides, his touch gentle yet confident. She felt her reservations begin to melt away under the warmth of his gaze.

As they kissed, her hand accidentally brushed against his thigh, and she couldn’t help but notice the growing, unmistakable bulge in his jeans, pressing firmly against the fabric. Her eyes widened slightly as she pulled back, glancing down before meeting his gaze again.

Rudy’s smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and mischief. “Oh… you noticed?” he said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. He shifted a little, making sure the outline of his erected dick was even more prominent. “That’s what you do to me, Rebecca,” he whispered, his hand moving to rest lightly on her knee. “Feels like it’s getting a little… tight in there.” His grin turned wicked. “Might need to let it out soon. Wouldn’t want it feeling trapped.”

Rebecca’s cheeks flamed, and she let out a nervous laugh, biting her lip. Rudy’s hand inched higher on her leg, his thumb brushing gentle circles just above her knee, his voice softening as he leaned closer. “You’re special, you know that?” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers, his fingers tracing a light, teasing path along her thigh. “There are so many other places I could be tonight, so many other girls who would love to be here… but I’m here with you.”

His fingers drifted to her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear as he continued, his voice a low, intimate murmur. “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for, Rebecca.” His lips brushed her jaw, lingering as he whispered, “You’re perfect.”

Rebecca felt herself getting swept up in his words, her heart pounding as he held her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of charm and intensity that was hard to resist. She knew his reputation, of course—everyone in town knew Rudy Thompson, the golden boy who could charm any girl he set his sights on. But he seemed so sincere, so focused on her, like she was the only person in the world.

He leaned in again, capturing her lips in another deep kiss, his hand slipping around her waist to pull her closer. His touch was warm and inviting, his kisses growing bolder, and she found herself responding, leaning into him. Her hands drifted up to his shoulders, her fingers grazing his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

But as his hand slid down her back, tugging her even closer, she felt a nagging thought prick at her mind—Solana’s words from earlier that day. “Test him, see if he’s really interested in you, or if he’s just looking for sex.”

Rebecca took a shaky breath, pulling back slightly, her hand resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “Rudy… I… I think we should take things a bit slower.”

Rudy blinked, his confident expression faltering for the first time. “Wait… what?” His voice held a hint of disbelief, his gaze narrowing slightly as he searched her face. He leaned back, his hands still resting on her waist as he processed her words, clearly caught off guard.

“I just… I really like you, Rudy,” she said softly, her hand still resting on his chest. “But I think I need a little more time.”

Rudy’s jaw tightened, his face flushing as he realized what she was saying. A frown creased his brow, and he stared at her in silent disbelief. This had never happened to him before. No one had ever turned him down, and especially not when things had been going so smoothly. He’d been so sure she was falling for him, and now… now she was pulling away?

“Are you… serious?” he asked, his voice a mixture of confusion and frustration. His hand fell from her waist, and he shifted uncomfortably, the strain from the Viagra making him even more restless, intensifying his frustration.

Rebecca nodded, biting her lip as she met his gaze. “Yeah… I just want to make sure, you know? I don’t want to rush into anything.”

Rudy’s jaw clenched, his mind racing as he tried to process the rejection. No one ever said no to him—he was Rudy Thompson, the guy every girl in town wanted. And here was Rebecca, sitting right next to him, saying she wasn’t ready? He felt his face grow hot, a mix of humiliation and frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Rudy's face twisted with rage as Rebecca’s words hit him like a slap. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” he demanded, his voice low but seething with barely-contained anger. The warmth of the Viagra pulsed through him, turning the initial excitement into a painful frustration. The insistent pressure in his jeans was almost unbearable, and he felt like he was seconds away from exploding.

Rebecca recoiled slightly, her face registering a mix of surprise and fear. “Rudy, you’re… you’re scaring me,” she said quietly, her voice shaking a little. “This isn’t like you. I think I should go.”

But Rudy’s hand shot out, locking onto the door handle before she could reach it. He twisted the key he’d slipped in earlier, locking the door with a loud, definitive click. “You’re not going anywhere, Rebecca,” he growled, a forced smile twisting across his lips. He dangled the key in front of her, his gaze dark and dangerous. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you or anything. I just… need this. You don’t get it, alright? I chose you.”

Rebecca’s face drained of color as she backed up, her mind racing. He was angry, red-faced, and breathing heavily, and his insistence on being in control was starting to scare her. “Rudy, just let me out,” she said firmly, keeping her voice steady even though her heart was pounding. “You don’t have to do this.”

But he just laughed, his eyes gleaming with a manic determination. “Come on, Rebecca. Let’s just… head to my room, alright?” His voice softened slightly, but the edge was still there, as if he were trying to coax her into compliance. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her face, and whispered, “Why don’t you just… suck it? Make this easy. I know you want it.”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted with a mix of disgust and fear. She glanced down, noticing the growing, desperate bulge in his jeans. She could see he was beyond frustrated; his breathing was shallow, and his hands were trembling slightly. But she remembered Solana’s words from earlier, reminding her to play it smart. She knew she had to stay calm.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him and forced a small, reluctant smile. “Alright,” she whispered, her voice soft and almost shy. “Okay… if that’s what you really want.” Her stomach turned as she said the words, but she kept her face composed, hoping he wouldn’t see through the act.

Rudy’s expression shifted immediately, his eyes lighting up with triumph. “See? I knew you’d come around,” he murmured, grabbing her waist and lifting her up as he headed for the stairs. He carried her easily, the satisfaction of her compliance flooding him with renewed confidence.

He kicked open his bedroom door with a grin. The room was exactly what she expected: posters of athletes on the walls, trophies lined up on a shelf, and clothes scattered carelessly across the floor. A heavy smell of cologne and sweat hung in the air. He set her down on the edge of the bed, his grin widening as he let his gaze linger over her.

“Finally,” he muttered, rubbing his hands together like he was about to open a long-anticipated gift. He looked down at her, smirking, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, babe. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Rebecca kept her expression steady, her heart pounding as she calculated her next move. “I have a surprise for you, Rudy,” she said sweetly, giving him a small, inviting smile.

Rudy raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “Oh yeah?” He chuckled, clearly feeling like he’d won. “Alright then, I’ll play along. Real men always get what they want, anyway,” he said smugly, crossing his arms and spreading his stance confidently, as if he were expecting her to offer up something special.

Rebecca’s face remained calm, but her mind was racing. Real men always get what they want? she thought to herself, biting back a laugh. You’re in for a surprise, alright.

She took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes zeroing in on her target. There he stood, smug and clueless, his legs apart, fully exposed in his arrogant stance. Her gaze lingered on his bulge for a moment longer, knowing exactly what she had to do. Alright, Rebecca. Just one good kick. That’s all it’ll take.

Taking a step back, she allowed her face to soften, feigning shyness as she adjusted her footing. She swung her leg back slowly, her muscles tensing in preparation. She took her time, her eyes never leaving his, watching as his smirk grew wider.

“Come on, babe, I’m waiting,” Rudy taunted, his arms still crossed over his chest, a cocky glint in his eyes. “Let’s see what you—”

Before he could finish, she swung her foot forward, aiming with precision and all the force she could muster, her sneakered foot driving directly into his crotch with a sickening thud.

The effect was brutal. Rudy’s smirk vanished, his eyes bulging wide as he let out a strangled, guttural scream. “AAAAHHH!” His hands flew to his groin as he staggered back, collapsing onto his knees, then falling over onto his side as waves of excruciating pain radiated through his body.

He rolled onto his back, his face contorted in agony, his hands clutching his groin protectively as he gasped for breath. “F-fuck… oh, God… my… my balls…” he choked out, his voice weak and desperate. He rolled onto his side, then onto his stomach, trying to curl into a ball as if that would somehow relieve the pain, but it only seemed to make things worse.

Rebecca took a step back, crossing her arms with a satisfied smile as she watched him writhing on the floor. She’d been scared a minute ago, but now, seeing him so utterly defeated, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph.

“Oh my God,” she said, unable to keep the laughter from bubbling up. “Rudy, I think you actually went airborne for a second. That was quite a lift!”

Rudy could barely hear her through the haze of pain enveloping him. His entire world had narrowed to the throbbing, blinding ache radiating from his groin. He felt like he was going to be sick. His face turned a ghastly shade of green, and before he knew it, he was retching, his stomach heaving as he rolled onto his side and vomited onto the carpet.

Rebecca took another step back, her expression twisting in disgust as she watched him clutch his groin, tears streaming down his face. “You… you bitch…” he managed to gasp, his voice barely above a whisper as he lay there, helpless.

Rebecca let out a laugh, crossing her arms as she looked down at him, a triumphant glint in her eyes. “Oh, Rudy, come on. I thought you were a ‘real man.’ I thought real men always got what they wanted?”

Rudy whimpered, his face flushed as he struggled to form a response, but the pain was too much. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching himself even tighter as he tried to catch his breath, but every attempt only sent another wave of nausea crashing over him.

Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head. “Guess that’s the problem with guys like you,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re all talk until someone actually fights back. Then you’re on the floor, crying like a baby.”

Rudy let out a low groan, his entire body curling up as he tried, and failed, to muster any shred of dignity. He was Rudy Thompson, the golden boy, the guy everyone admired… and here he was, reduced to a sobbing, puking mess on his own bedroom floor.

Rebecca watched him for another moment, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “You know, I think Solana was right. You guys are just all ego and no backbone. A little kick, and you’re down for the count.”

Rudy glared up at her through his pain, his face still twisted in agony. “I… I’ll… get you for this,” he muttered, his voice weak and broken.

Rebecca stood over Rudy, watching him with a mixture of triumph and disgust as he lay curled up on the floor, clutching his groin, his face contorted in agony. He had never looked smaller or more pitiful, his confident smirk completely gone, replaced by an expression of raw vulnerability. She’d been captivated by him for so long, drawn in by his charm and looks, but now, in this moment, she could see him clearly for the first time. The great Rudy Thompson, reduced to a sobbing, whimpering mess.

With a cold smile, she crossed her arms, looking down at him with barely-contained scorn. “You know, Rudy,” she began, her voice soft but laced with sarcasm, “I used to have the biggest crush on you. Ever since your dad married Solana’s mom, I thought you were… special. Handsome. Confident. Like you were everything a girl could want.”

Rudy’s face twisted in confusion and pain as he looked up at her, his eyes glistening. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp, his voice caught somewhere between a whimper and a sob.

“But now?” Rebecca continued, her voice turning icy. “Now I see you for what you really are. Just a pathetic little boy, hiding behind your good looks and your stupid, arrogant attitude.” She let out a short, mocking laugh, watching as Rudy’s face reddened, his expression shifting from confusion to pure humiliation. Tears began to well up in his eyes, a few spilling down his cheeks despite his best efforts to hold them back.

“Aww, poor little Rudy’s crying,” she cooed, her tone dripping with condescension. She leaned down, looking him square in the eye as she smirked. “What’s wrong, Rudy? Can’t handle a little pain? Thought you were a ‘real man.’”

Rudy’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, his jaw clenched as he tried to hide the tears, but his body betrayed him. His shoulders shook slightly, and he let out a shuddering breath, unable to suppress the humiliation any longer.

“Look at you,” Rebecca continued, her voice rising in scorn. “Crying on the floor like a little kid. Some ‘golden boy’ you are.” She laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed in the quiet room. “You think you’re some kind of hero in this town? Some kind of god? You’re nothing but a joke. Your balls make you a joke. Those organs are so delicate and stupid.”

Rudy’s face contorted, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and shame, but he was powerless to respond. Every word she spoke cut him deeper, each taunt hitting harder than the last. He tried to look away, to block out her mocking gaze, but she grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily,” she sneered. “I want you to remember this moment. The moment you realized you’re disgustingly stupid. The moment you learned what you really are: weak. Pathetic. Helpless.”

Rebecca released his chin, letting him fall back to the floor. She looked around the room, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “God, even this room is disgusting. It’s exactly what I’d expect from you—tacky, overdone, and completely self-absorbed.” She rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk as she glanced back down at him. “You think all this—the trophies, the posters, the clothes scattered around—makes you look impressive? It just makes you look sad.”

Rebecca’s gaze fell to his blonde hair, and a wicked idea formed in her mind. She grabbed a handful, yanking him up with a firm grip, dragging him toward the door as he struggled and whimpered, his hands clutching desperately at her wrist.

“Ow! Stop it!” Rudy gasped, his voice cracking with a mixture of pain and fear. “Rebecca, let go! You’re gonna regret this, I swear!”

She laughed, yanking him harder. “Oh, am I? And what are you gonna do about it, tough guy? Cry some more? Those Viagra didn’t even help you now. I bet your dick is limping. Lol.” She dragged him out of his room and into the hallway, ignoring his weak attempts to fight back. She knew he was in too much pain to stop her, and honestly, she was enjoying the sight of him so completely at her mercy.

Finally, she stopped in the hallway, releasing his hair and letting him fall to the floor. He immediately curled up, his hands going back to his groin as he whimpered, looking up at her with a mixture of anger and fear.

“Rebecca, please… just stop,” he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ll get you back for this… I swear.”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try, Rudy,” she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Big, tough guy like you, always talking about how ‘real men’ get what they want. Well, guess what?” She leaned down, her face inches from his. “Not this time.”

With a cruel smile, she grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands away from his groin. Rudy’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face as he tried to pull his hands back, but she held firm, her grip unyielding.

“No… no, don’t,” he stammered, his voice a desperate plea. “Please, Rebecca… don’t…”

“Aw, what’s wrong, Rudy?” she taunted, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were a real man. I thought you could handle a little pain.” She grinned, her foot hovering over his groin as he looked up at her in horror.

“Stop it, stop it!” he cried, squirming beneath her. “I’ll get you back, I swear—”

“Yeah? Go ahead, tough guy,” she sneered. “Try it.”

And with that, she stomped down hard, her foot landing squarely between his legs. Rudy let out a strangled scream, his face contorting as the fresh wave of pain hit him like a truck. His entire body convulsed, and he let out a shuddering gasp, his hands shaking as he lay there, completely defenseless.

Rebecca’s grin widened as she watched him, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “You know, I learned in college that testicles contain all these delicate nerves. It’s kind of fascinating, really.” She tilted her head, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. “I’d never thought about it before, but it’s like nature gave women a little advantage in handling men like you.”

Rudy let out a low whimper, his face pale as he lay on the floor, trembling. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear as she continued to watch him, a glint of sadistic amusement in her gaze.

“And you know what?” she added, leaning down so her face was close to his. “I’m going to nursing school after college. Maybe I’ll spend a little extra time studying male anatomy. Learning exactly how pathetic guys like you really are.” She smirked, watching him squirm under her gaze, his eyes wide and panicked. “Because, let’s be honest… these?” She gestured down to his groin, her voice dripping with scorn. “They’re just sacks of weakness, patheticness and what makes men jokes. .”

Rudy’s face flushed a deep red, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked up at her, his entire body shaking. “Please… please, Rebecca,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “Stop…”

“Stop?” she repeated, mockingly. “Now you want me to stop? You didn’t seem to care about stopping when you were trying to pressure me into sex.” She sneered down at him, watching as he tried to curl into a ball, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“You’re pathetic, Rudy,” she said coldly. “Weak, stupid, and honestly, I don’t even know why I wasted my time crushing on you.” She pulled out her phone, snapping a quick picture of him lying on the floor, tears streaming down his face, clutching himself like a frightened child.

He looked up, horrified, his face going pale as he realized what she was doing. “N-no… don’t…” he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

“Oh, I’m just keeping this for myself,” she said with a grin. “Something to remember you by. The day Rudy Thompson finally learned he’s not invincible.”

Rudy’s eyes widened, his face twisted in despair as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. “Please, Rebecca… I’m begging you… just… let me go.”

Rebecca gave him a long, cold look, then sighed dramatically, as if she were considering it. Finally, she reached down, grabbing the house key from his pocket, the last piece of his control slipping away from him.

“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “I’ll let you go. But I hope you remember this moment, Rudy. I hope you remember every second of it.”

She straightened, looking down at him with disdain. “Honestly, I hope you’ve lost your ‘manhood’ after this. But… maybe it would be more fun if it’s intact.” Her eyes glinted with cold satisfaction. “This way, more women can expose you for the weak little boy you are.”

And with that, she turned on her heel, leaving him on the floor, a broken, sobbing mess.

 

(To be continued)