Having It Done: Part 3 The Conclusion

Conclusion of "Having It Done"
Part 3 of 3

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Having It Done (The Conclusion): part 3 of 3

JoAnn led Billy in the opposite direction; down the other 
staircase; leading him back down to the den where they had been 
earlier. The sun was setting now and hardly any light was coming 
through the heavy drapes on the den's single window. The room was 
mainly illuminated by the red-orange glow from the artificial 
electric fireplace and a small night light at the base of the 
stairs.
This was very romantic, Billy thought. Turning around to JoAnn, he 
was about to speak when she grabbed him in a firm embrace and 
locked her lips onto his, letting her tongue probe and explore his 
mouth until she felt him grow weak with desire.
"Take your clothes off," JoAnn said, as she released him from her 
embrace. She was still speaking softly, almost in a whisper, but 
her tone was commanding.
Billy stood there not fully comprehending what he was hearing. For 
yet another time this day he found himself looking up into those 
slate gray eyes; eyes that were filled with warmth and affection to 
be sure, but eyes that also burned with a mysterious fire, exuding 
ever so subtly a hint of foreboding, like the unexpected chill 
breath of a mountain cavern on a hot summer day.
"Like this, silly!" she said, giggling softly as she began 
unbuttoning his shirt. Billy awkwardly finished what JoAnn had 
started while JoAnn removed her own blouse.
"Now these," she said, unbuckling Billy's belt then allowing him to 
finish removing his pants and shoes. JoAnn removed her own jeans a 
bra then jerked Billy's briefs down to his ankles and forced him to 
step out of them. They were now standing there with Billy 
completely naked and JoAnn wearing only her nylon panties. She 
embraced him again with a hungry zeal, kissing his mouth, eyes, and 
face, and playfully, slurping,  nibbling and blowing into his 
tongue-moistened ear. All the while, her free hand fondled his 
genitals causing him to become hard as a rock.
Billy gasped in confused wonder and delight, not knowing what had 
come over JoAnn. They had petted before in situations that could be 
best described as cozy and sweet, but this kind of passion was 
something he had only read about in novels. Surely JoAnn wouldn't 
be thinking of going all the way! That just wasn't done with a boy 
who hadn't been tempered. The danger of pregnancy was too great.
JoAnn was rubbing his aching cock between her satin smooth thighs 
and rubbing the sensitive head across the slick nylon fabric of her 
panties. Billy was pawing her clumsily and slobbering like an idiot 
as he tried to return her kisses. Billy's mind was quickly becoming 
too mesmerized to long dwell on the risks of their behavior, but he 
still possessed enough rational faculties to mutter a question, 
more out of curiosity than concern.
"Aren't you afraid you might get pregnant?" he gasped.
JoAnn made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, gripping Billy's 
cock tightly, just behind the head. Her free hand began massaging 
and kneading his testicles, stretching his contracted sack, poking 
teasing fingers into his abdominal cavity through his scrotum.
"Emmm, a boy with a brain," she crooned. " I like that! Even with 
all that ball juice going to your head you were thinking; didn't 
want me to get pregnant. How sweet!
"You also have an imagination as big as that cock of yours," she 
giggled. "You know a girl can't get pregnant from just playing with 
a boy's things. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Ahmmm, 
naughty, naughty, Billy," she teased, releasing her cock-ring grip 
and gently stroking and tickling the length of his shaft, allowing 
it to lightly brush against her panties and thighs again. "You see, 
Billy, to get me pregnant you'd have slip that big hot piston past 
my skimpy little panties and shove it deep inside me; where it's 
all warm and wet and tight and slippery and just let it slip and 
slide, and squirm around and do its thing. And that would feel 
ooohh so good! Then finally it would feel so good that it would 
just explode and all your thick, hot boy cream would squirt up in 
me and make a big, big mess - all up inside me. It would make me 
feel wonderful too, so I would put a leg lock on you and pull you 
into me while I wiggled and squealed and begged you to shoot even 
more hot boy cream inside me. Then I might get pregnant and that's 
why we can't do that. That's why boys and girls must remain pure 
for each other until the boy's been tempered."
Billy attempted to respond to JoAnn's words, but could only manage 
to mumble and babble. She took her hand from his cock and turned 
her full attention to his balls now, kneading them with both hands.
"You love the feeling that comes from your balls, don't you, Billy?"
"Ummm hmmm," Billy moaned.
"You love that feeling even more than you love me, Billy. That's 
why you wanted to break up with me, so you wouldn't have to have it 
done. You listened to you balls instead of your heart."
He looked up at her, unable to speak; his expression seemed to 
plead and beg.
"It's okay, Billy, I know you can't help it. You still have balls, 
and they cloud your judgement, just like now. As soon as we have 
you tempered this won't seem like such a big deal. You'll be able 
to think and act much more maturely and make better decisions."
JoAnn removed Billy's arms from around her neck and held them just 
above her head and started moving her hips in and out, and around 
in wide circles, as though dancing with him. She allowed her 
abdomen to repeatedly bang into his, pressing his frantic cock 
firmly against the sheer nylon of her panties. Billy knew that if 
they came together just right, he would drive past the flimsy nylon 
barrier and jam his hungry cock deep inside her. He was going into 
a frenzy with desire.
Suddenly, without warning, and as quick as a flash of lightning, 
JoAnn brought her powerful, athletic knee solidly into Billy's 
crotch. The sickening splat echoed off the walls of the den as 
though someone had dropped a big piece of raw meat on the brick 
hearth. Billy's eyes grew wide with surprise and disbelief and he 
found himself unable to draw a breath.
JoAnn turned loose of Billy's arms and he quickly threw them around 
her neck to keep from falling. Unable to draw a breath, he was 
growing weaker by the second. He began sliding down JoAnn's 
beautiful body - very slowly. His knees were buckling and he didn't 
have enough strength left in his arms to hold on. The fullness of 
her hips allowed him to hang on and pause, briefly, as he slid past 
her waist, pressing his face into the damp crotch of her panties 
before sliding down her thighs and legs onto the floor. The wide-
eyed look of shock and dismay was still on his face.
"You had this coming, Billy," JoAnn said, with a smug, satisfied 
smile on her face. "You should never have broken up with me, you 
know. You should also have seen this coming too. Did you actually 
think I was going to reward what you did with sex and risk getting 
pregnant? You never thought about that because you were thinking 
with your balls and not your head."
Billy was lying in a quivering heap at her feet, his breath 
beginning to come back to him in short anguished gasps. JoAnn put 
her foot on Billy's shoulder and rolled him onto his back. He 
flinched and half gasped, still unable to speak or cry out,  his 
eyes were wild with pain and fear.
"How do your balls make you feel now, Billy? Do you still want to 
shove your big dick inside me and squirt boy cream, or do you just 
wish they weren't there?"
Billy's erection had all but disappeared. He was not yet able to 
speak, but his breath was beginning to come back to him. Each 
breath brought on a new surge of queasy testicle pain, causing him 
to grimace in rhythm with his breathing. From his vantage point on 
the floor JoAnn looked towering and powerful, like some vengeful 
goddess venting her wrath on the puny male. She looked so 
beautiful, complete, and functional in contrast to his own 
wretched, quivering form. Realizing that his manhood might will be 
irreversibly damaged or even destroyed completely, he could only 
look up at JoAnn in sniveling submission. Manhood was such a 
fragile thing, he thought, awed at how simply and casually JoAnn 
had reduced him to his present condition.
JoAnn brushed a teasing bare foot over Billy's naked body, lightly 
caressing him. He flinched and his eyes grew wide with fear 
whenever she brought the foot near his devastated crotch. JoAnn 
smiled with satisfaction. Finally caressing his face, she lightly 
plucked his lips with her toes. As though responding to some 
preprogrammed instinct, Billy took her toes into his mouth and 
began to gently suck them in worshipful supplication. He sucked the 
toes of first one foot and then the other, all the while looking up 
at her towering athletic body and her satisfied smile.
Regaining some of his strength, Billy began to raise up, sucking 
and kissing JoAnn's ankles and calves. JoAnn crouched over him like 
a lioness over a kill, squatting to allow him to suckle and kiss 
her soft inner thighs. Wriggling out of her panties, she gently 
pressed her warm, dripping muff over Billy's mouth and nose. He 
instinctively began to slurp and probe her pulsing wetness with his 
tongue.
Billy was becoming erect again, but as he dreamed of orgasm and 
sexual pleasure that sickening, gut-wrenching pain returned to his 
groin and shot through the length of his body, forcing him to shut 
his own sexual pleasure and excitement out of his mind. He must 
concentrate on JoAnn's pleasure and hers alone. He must derive his 
satisfaction knowing he was giving pleasure to JoAnn; savoring and 
swallowing the warm secretions of her heavenly altar of pleasure; 
feeling her soft velvety inner thighs squeezing tightly against his 
ears and temples; tickling and encircling her little round button 
of a clitoris with his tongue; nibbling ever so lightly and gently 
with his teeth; listening to her enraptured sighs and moans of 
ecstasy as she ground herself into his face. His nose was nuzzled 
tightly against her warm fuzziness and his every breath was 
filtered through the acrid dampness of her precious pubic curls. 
Her pleasure became his pleasure. Any attempt to build up his own 
level of sexual excitement only resulted in the return of that 
queasy, sickening testicle pain engulfing his body. He was learning 
to experience JoAnn's pleasure, abstractly, as his own.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity, JoAnn dismounted his 
face and looked down on him, smiling. The haughty smugness was gone 
from her eyes now. Her expression exuded only warmth and concern.
"I love you, Billy," she said, tenderly, bending forward and 
kissing him sensuously on the mouth, for the first time tasting her 
own juices on his saturated tongue.
Billy was totally broken and subdued now and willing to cave in to 
JoAnn's slightest whim. But he felt an inner peace. His only desire 
was to be with JoAnn and she was with him. He could want nothing 
more.
"I love you too, JoAnn," he gasped, tears rolling in streams from 
his eyes. "I love you very much. I'm sorry I broke up with you over 
me getting tempered. That was stupid of me. I'll have it done for 
you, JoAnn. I don't think I could do it for anyone else in the 
world, but I'll let them temper me just for you."
JoAnn was lying beside him now as she kissed his tear-filled eyes 
and nuzzled her face next to his and whispered in his ear.
"That's so sweet, Billy. It's really not as big a thing as you're 
making of it, but you'll never be sorry. I promise."
Propping on one elbow, JoAnn began playing her hand over Billy's 
muscular chest, working her way down his stomach toward his crotch. 
Billy flinched as she lightly touched his genitals.
"JoAnn, I think I'm ruined. You wiped my balls out when you kneed 
me." Billy was still crying, tears rolling down his face.
"Well, I may have actually hit you a little harder than I meant 
to," she said, an expression of concern on her face. "I guess I 
didn't know my own strength. But in the very worst case, if you 
were ruptured, it would just mean that we would have to take you to 
the emergency room tonight and have it done there, a little earlier 
than we planned. I'm sorry, Billy. I didn't really mean to knee you 
that hard."
"Would you be able to hold my hand while they did it?"
"I don't see why not, Billy. Would that make you happy."
"Yes, I want you there if they have to do it. I couldn't stand to 
go through that without you."
"Billy, I'll always be here for you, you know that."
She began lightly tickling his scrotum with the tips of her 
fingernails. His scrotal muscles responded to her feather touch by 
contracting and lightly churning his injured testicles in their 
sack. Billy winced, then looked back at her and smiled. He found 
the sensation pleasurable. JoAnn pushed against his inner thigh and 
he spread his legs slightly, in total trust, giving her better 
access to his already devastated genitals.
"I'll be gentle, Billy. I promise." JoAnn was smiling now, some of 
the mischief returning to her eyes. "I'm going to see if you can 
still cum now. You'd like to cum, wouldn't you?"
Billy, still crying, just looked into her eyes, his own filled with 
trust and supplication.
"Y… yes," he said, weakly, managing a smile. "Oh yes, please, 
JoAnn. I'd love that."
JoAnn moved her tickling fingers from Billy's scrotum and gripped 
the base of his cock firmly.
"Now you lay real still and I'll see what I can do," she said, 
smiling. JoAnn's expression was an unlikely combination of warmth, 
concern, and diabolical mischief.
Varying her grip, JoAnn played her fingers over Billy's shaft, 
pumping it gently and slowly, careful not to jostle his devastated 
balls.
Billy had stopped crying now and was just staring into JoAnn's eyes 
in mesmerized anticipation. The queasy testicle pain was no longer 
quite as sharp, leaving him with a dull ache in his gut. With JoAnn 
pumping him gently and steadily, Billy's mind was converting the 
queasy pain of his devastated testicles into a form of debilitated 
ecstasy.
JoAnn leaned forward until her breasts, perky little pointers with 
a strong upward curve, hung above Billy's face. She offered him a 
nipple and he accepted gratefully, suckling and whimpering in 
complete helplessness and surrender. As his moment of truth neared, 
Billy involuntarily tried to vocalize. JoAnn momentarily paused her 
manipulation of his shaft, placed a finger across her lips and 
went, "Shhhhhh." Billy's frustration was evident as he frantically 
pleaded with his eyes for her to resume. JoAnn was in complete 
control of the situation and the smugness was returning to her 
smile. She giggled softly, obviously enjoying the power she had 
over Billy.
At last Billy's scrotum contracted so tightly that his balls all 
but disappeared and his cock began to convulse in rhythmic spasms. 
JoAnn shoved her breast deeply into Billy's mouth  to stifle a 
shriek Billy couldn't control. Suddenly a spurt of hot, white semen 
squirted several feet into the air with the first drops landing on 
JoAnn's back, on Billy's face, and on the carpet. Hot ropes of 
semen continued spurting into the air, the trajectory decreasing 
with each successive spurt, covering Billy's chest and stomach with 
the sticky white goo. JoAnn continued her steady rhythmic pumping 
until no more semen would eject, and during the last spurts, Billy 
lost consciousness.
Billy awoke to see JoAnn wiping up the mess with his cotton briefs, 
he had only been out for a few seconds. JoAnn smiled down on him 
and kissed him.
"Oh, JoAnn!" he gasped. "That was so wonderful, but… but when I 
came it felt like I got kneed in the balls all over again, only 
from the inside. It was that same pain, you know, I felt all sick 
like."
"Poor baby," she said, bending down to kiss him while still wiping 
him up with his cotton briefs.
"I'll be right back, so don't go away," she said, smiling as she 
sprang to her feet and started toward the bathroom beneath the 
stairs. She returned with a warm damp washcloth and a towel to 
finish cleaning up.
Billy relaxed as JoAnn finished cleaning them up with the wash 
cloth. Their naked bodies glistened in flickering red-orange light 
from the artificial fireplace. JoAnn gingerly and tenderly wiped 
Billy's injured balls. He seemed to be feeling a little better.
"You'll probably have to take it easy for a few days, but I don't 
think you're ruptured," she said. "That's good because I'd like you 
to deposit one more good sperm sample before you're tempered."
"JoAnn, he said," I think I want to have it done this summer when 
Jim gets his done. He's going to let Katrina's sorority do it."
"That's wonderful, Billy. Did you know that my mom belongs to that 
same sorority? They have a great tempering ceremony."
Billy never thought he would hear such words coming from his own 
mouth, submitting voluntarily to be tempered. But it had been a 
devastating day, a day that had forced him to accept the reality of 
the modern world. He had very little choice now, and he had to 
admit that he could hardly expect to do better than JoAnn as a life 
partner. He remembered just moments ago when she had straddled him 
in the heat of her own passion and ground her womanhood into his 
face. Yesterday he would have thought that to be humiliating, but 
he didn't feel humiliated at all tonight. He had experienced such 
bliss as he had never even imagined in his fantasies. Even the knee 
to his balls seemed singularly erotic in context.
He lay there now feeling the tenderness of her caring caresses and 
looking at the love and concern in her soft gray eyes, and felt 
lucky indeed to have JoAnn as his partner.
"It's time we had better be getting ready," JoAnn said, looking at 
the clock on the wall, and slipping back into her panties.
"W… what am I going to do for underwear?" Billy stammered, 
remembering that his own undergarments had been used to wipe up the 
mess.
JoAnn caressed her hips through the sheer nylon fabric of her 
panties and laughed.
"These would probably be too big for you," she said. "Your hips are 
rather narrower than mine."
Billy blushed at the thought that JoAnn would even consider having 
him wear her panties. Besides, what would she wear then?"
"Why don't I just call upstairs and borrow a pair of Jim's. He'll 
understand."
"Billy, you'll need more support than those baggy old cotton briefs 
since you've had your little injury. I know just the thing. Mandy 
keeps some extra panties down here in the den. You can wear a pair 
of hers."
Amid Billy's sputtering protests, JoAnn bounded back into the 
bathroom and returned with a pair of Mandy's little panties.
"N… no… now… I can't…" Billy sputtered, still protesting.
JoAnn pulled him to his feet and placed his legs through the 
openings.
"Billy, with my mom owning three lingerie stores, I hope you don't 
think you can go through life wearing those baggy, stupid-looking 
cotton briefs."
With one smooth motion JoAnn pulled the panties up, the stretchy 
nylon engulfing Billy's crotch like a second skin.
"Oh Billy, you look cute in these!" she exclaimed. "You have a 
little too much bulge in the crotch, but we're going to take care 
of that before long, aren't we!"
JoAnn lightly tapped Billy's little bulge through the stretchy 
nylon fabric, causing him to gasp and his eyes to grow wide, as the 
slightest bump to his tender balls caused the queasy pain to well 
up within him. "Uh oh, I'll be careful," she said.
JoAnn kissed him tenderly on the lips before leading him over the 
bathroom and allowing him to look at himself in the full-length 
mirror on the door.
"You might as well get used to the look," she said, giggling 
softly, "I plan to dress you in nylon panties a lot."
Billy looked in the mirror in horror at the sissified creature he 
saw staring back at him, but he had to admit, that except for the 
excess bulge in his crotch, he did look rather cute.

The End