Miss Congeniality Gets Revenge

FAN FICTION

Benjamin Bratt as Eric

SCENE: In the 75th annual Miss United States Pageant under cover FBI agent Grace Hart (Sandra Bullock) demonstrates her self defense training on fellow undercover agent Eric (Benjamin Bratt) as her talent after her original idea was sabotaged.

Solar plex, In Step, Nose, Groin!

The crowd and judges loved it and Grace proceeded into the finals!

After they defeat the bad guys, Eric (who has been teasing Grace up to this point before her make-over, calling her 'ugly', 'masculine' and basically everything about who she is as a person) asks her out on a date...

"You know I was thinking, before you get all ugly again..."

"...we should go out"
"Like a date?"
"Dinner, movie...if we happen to have sex afterwards so be it" (Charming)

A few weeks go by and both have become stars in the police force and overnight celebrities and they start dating. Grace is so in love with Eric as it is her first time being so vulnerable with another person. See rings Eric with a smile on her face as she planned a weekend getaway with just them two. Unfortunately Eric has a different idea, he tells Grace it was moving too fast and he wanted to end things. Grace tries to explain that she thought they were on the same path and is eventually heart broken its over.

The following day a depressed Grace meets her boss, who has grown to support Grace through the Miss United States Pageant and her quick thinking and willingness to put her life on the line to help others. Grace explained the mess that happened at the bank when one of the robbers recognized her from TV. Her bos explained it wasnt her fault with her new status and encouraged her to pursue to be the face of the FBI for the public.

Grace declines. As she leaves her boss mentions Eric being transferred to a higher devision. Grace is stunned, why didn't he tell her? Why did he keep is a secret from her? He left me for a better job?

Grace thought 'fine screw him' "I will be the face of the FBI"

Another few weeks past and a newly made up Grace became the nations sweetheart and doing promo work on TV and every media.

She wore a yellow dress walking on to the TV studio where the crowd cheered. they loved her! She waved and sat down ready to be interviewed by the female host.

"You look gorgeous today!"

"Thank you so much"

"So are you seeing anyone? What about that Eric Matthews from your book, he was hot!"

"No, no, unfortunately Im not seeing anyone"

booed the audience.

"So what are your plans coming up? Will you be attending the 76th Miss United States Pageant?"

"Yes, maybe...I do have something planned"

"That's awesome, thank you. Grace Hart ladies and gentlemen!"

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Eric relocated to Miami and was running his own team. He had a knack for telling people what to do.

"Hey boss a letter for you"

A letter had been sent to him from the Miss United States organisation.

"Dear Agent Matthews,

We would like to invite you to be a guest speaker at our 76th Miss United States Pageant..." read the letter.

Eric was surprised and impressed they wanted him. He read the letter out loud to his team who cheered.

"Back to the scene of the crime" Eric smirked.

The following few days went to the training centre after being picked up by the organizers. He dressed sharp making sure to impress the 50 female states.

He waltzed in taking off his shades. The female older trainer was wearing a leotard and kissed both his cheeks.

"Welcome, I am so happy you could make it!"

"My pleasure" Eric grinned

"Let me introduce my girls"

She took Eric to the stage where all 50 women were wearing sports or exercise gear. The women cheered when they saw him.

"Ladies, this is Agent Matthews from FBI, you may recognize him from last years events and a cover of a few magazines"

The women cheered again and Eric pretended to blush.

"Okay Mr Matthews, I wanted you today to show these girl's some training, to keep them fit and incase lord for bid another incident occurs again like last year. Do you have a change of clothes like I mentioned?"

"Yes, I do" Eric went to change and came back in long pants and a sleeveless vest showing off his muscular arms. He did a few push ups in the dressing room to really get them pumping.

"Okay ladies line up" said the dance trainer.

As the girls formed a line she spoke gently, "thank you again for doing this..."

"No problem at all, helping out beautiful women its a dream" Eric replied.

"I would die if one of these girls got hurt." Eric nodded watching the line of 50 women queue up. "and please thank Grace Hart for organizing this for me too would you?"

"Grace?..."

"Okay ladies, now we all practiced before now let's try it out for real this time."

"What am I actually meant to be doing?" asked a confused Eric.

"Alright Miss Alabama you're up"

A beautiful petite figure walked up to Eric who could help but notice her breasts bouncing as she walked up to him. Suddenly a fist punched him in his abs, Eric was wounded and hunched over, not before a stomp on his right toes. In his hunched position an open palm thrusted up into his nose causing him to become upright. Two petite hands placed on both Eric's broad shoulders and and Alabama's knee drove inbetween Eric's sac.

Eric huddled his groin. Eric's body ached but was still standing.

He coughed, and raised his head to look at the trainer who was unphased and gave feed back to Alabama.

"Go Alaska" she said.

Eric raised one hand signalling stop, whilst the order held his balls. Alaska stopped midtrack.

"No carry on, we don't stop in a middle of an attack" the trainer informed. Alaska then went straight for his face, the only part available to strike easily. "Good, always go for what's available."

Eric shielded his face, leaving his crotch exposed for a split second giving Alaska enough hit to punch his bulge. Erics tracksuit bottoms were tight and clearly exposed the target for her around his nether regions.

Eric fell in a ball on the ground. He coughed as Alaska walked to her trainer.

"Was that good?"

"Yes wonderful! Ladies take example, remember it doesn't alwasy have to be S.I.N.G in that order, as long as you strike one of them the attacker should render defenseless like Grace taught us."

Eric coughed, "What are you doing?" he whimpered in anger.

"What you mean?" the trainer asked genuinely confused. "Miss Hart organised this self-defense class for these contestants in order to protect themselves, she informed us you agreed to take part and volunteer to demonstrate for them as what better way to train than with an FBI agent?"

Eric groaned, "I didn't sign up for THIS!" nursing his balls.

"You signed the waver on the letter..."

She was right, Eric signed a document to confirm his attendance.

The trainer rolled her eyes, "come on we have a lot to get through." She ushered the third girl Arizona to go.

"No," Eric muttered trying to roll away, but Arizona kicked between his legs with all her might as if she was punting a football for a goal.

Eric screamed in pain as his balls crushed into his pelvis. His muscular arms tried to protect his balls but the pain was already taken over his whole body.

"Arkansas..."

the leggy blonde walked up to the hot heap on the ground and reached between his hands to his shiney bulge. She gripped and squeezed with all her might.

CRUNNNNCH

Eric screeched as his nuts were feeling as though they were about to pop!

Arkansas with his tune sang an operatic note to match his.

"Yes hold on to that 'G'" laughed the trainer.

The next woman also went for Eric's groin, everyone seemed to choose it as their choice of attack. Woman after women get stomped, punched, kicked Eric in every which way. He sobbed and grunted with every blow.

The trainer counted and informed Eric only 37 more states to go then he they were done. Eric couldn't believe it only 13 women had been and gone. He didn't know if his groin would last that long.

The 14th state raised both of Eric legs up above him. He was took weak in a daze of pain to put up a fight but knew exactly what was about to happened. Her white trainers stomped down hard three hits into his dick.

Eric found energy only to bellow in agony.

State after state went for Eric with all their might. Around the last few a woman who had been sitting at the back of the rows of seats quietly the whole time go up. She brushed the creases on her yellow dress and walked towards the exit.

It was Grace Hart, she had been watching Eric get his nuts smashed in the whole time.

She put on her shades and went out the fire escape as the last woman finish kicking his man hood.

"Well done ladies, give yourself and Eric a round of applause!"

The room filled with claps and Eric's moans as the door shut behind her.

Eric with his legs spread in pain

Matthew McConaughy's junk (wo)man handled in Magic Mike

FAN FICTION
SCENE: Matthew McConaughy's character Dallas does the final strip of the night

'can you touch this?  That too the law says you cant touch... But i think i see a lot of law(ball) breakers tonight... '

... Not before explaining the 'laws'  of the strip club.

The women though tonight are feeling rowdy... Very rowdy...

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Dallas is feeling the energy from the crowd tonight like he does everynight. The room filled with expensive perfume and pheromones and he was feeling it,  and himself.

He picked up his guitar and smashed it into pieces on the ground. He knew the aggression is what women wanted.  He felt like and animal; the king of jungle.  The crowd roared as piece of wood flew on the stage. He fixed his hat and took off his leather vest.

He spun round flexing his chest and muscly arms. Stroking and teasing his body,  rubbing himself making making every woman wish it was their hands on his rippling torso.

His fingers slip half down the edge of his pants and he thrusted his bulge towards us and i wish i would feel his dick inside me. He was being such a tease all night i was loosing my mind.

Then suddenly he showed us his tight ass.  The women screamed into my ears and i was adding to it. Tugged at his belt, and then in one strong pull off went his pants!

None of the women could hardly control themselves.  Then he moved forward,  big mistake,  a swarm of us ran towards his muscle piece to get a feel. He smelt incredible,  his body was pumped and flexed.  His tight bulge was thrusting in my face,  i cheekily slid a dollar in it and giggled.  Then Dallas did the splits his long body stretched to each platform,  his thighs were thick and exposed how impressive his bulge was in his tight leather package.

All the other women grabbed any piece they could.  Dallas rolled back and thrusted the air with his groin,  every woman wanted a piece of it.  He displayed his cock like its a prize.

He rolled back onto his feet and walked away with his hands in the air like being crowned a winner.

'thats it i cant take it' shouted the woman in a red dress next to me.  She ran on stage with Dallas' back still turned enjoying the screams of women over him and jumped on his back.

This act caused a wave of people to follow suit.

"hes mine! ""move!"

Rows of women ran on stage.  The second woman in a green dress who reach him was tripped up by another.  As she fell she reached to grab the first thing she coukd for support.  Her hand squeezed onto Dallas leather bulge which caused him to fall over with the weight of the girl in the red dress.

"Arh! " Dallas cried.

Women were pushing each other trying to get to his near naked body.  Their hands reaching, grabbing,  stroking,  pulling,  gropping whatever they could.

Dallas was trying to get on his feet but one group of women were pulling his leg one way and one group the other trying to get him to their side.  The mass of other woman were reaching stuffing dollars in his poutch. Some of them thought seeing how they were reaching around decided to have a feel with what Dallas worked with. More and more hands were stuffed into his thong.  Everyone brave enough trying to have a feel really went for it.

"get off my dick!  " Dallas screamed

His cried went unheard as others carressed his chest and six pack.

" let me have a feel"
"oh its so big"
"hey let me touch it! "


Women continued to shove trying to touch Dallas dick.  They began yanking and pulling not realising how much pain it caused him.  His left testicle was being pulled by one woman with long nails,  two man handled his right which was being pulled in the opposite direction and god knows hand many hands were wrapped and twisting his shaft.

"ARGH!!! LET GO OFF MY DICK YOU CRAZY BITCHES! "

Dallas cries went again unnoticed as the women were in an a lust and fanasty all night of seeing men as sex objects.

" HELP,  GUYS HELP ME! "

The music was far too loud for even Dallas bellows to reach the back for the others to hear his cry.

" YOURE HURTING MY DICK!  STOP!"

I could see Dallas struggling in pain with his legs pulled being spread for the women to then take advantage of his torso and meat piece between his legs.  But i couldn't help myself either.

I joined the women in the middle and barged my way to the front.  I found an opening in the mountain of hand for his crotch and i went for it.

His package was hot to touch from the leather and hands no doubt. Oh Dallas was packing so much i would need both hands to hold it all.  I slide down and luckily managed to get his balls all to myself.  I cupped hard and i dont know why but decided to squeeze.  Dallas wretched as i did so but with so many people he didnt know it was me squeezing them.

I just wanted to see how firm they were like a pair of fresh fruits but also seeing him flinch, such a strong alpha male squirming from his prize possession being touched gave me a thrill i never knew.

My moment with his balls were gone as an eager older woman drove her hand over mine and squeezed the hell out of his nuts.

Dallas screamed the loudest he has all night in pain.  His body flexed and arched.  Some women were taken back and stopped carressing him but not the older lady with his balls.  She crunched her palms like she was tryng to burst a balloon then suddenly yanked his sac towards away from his body.

Dallas buckled trying to get her hands off his balls. Clearly this woman came with no fucks given tonight.

The women taken back from Dallas scream saw the woman and saw how much fun she was having and decided to also let loose their inhibitions. They pulled back his arms so he couldnt fight her.

"What are you doing?! " Dallas shouted at them.

The older woman then used one hand to cup his bruised enormous balls and the other open palmes slapping away at them.

Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap...

Dallas thrashed and and screamed with grunts with every slap to his balls.  The women hold his arms laughed out of enjoyment for the older lady having her wicked way.

After over a dozen slaps the women got bored and let other people have a go to do what they wanted Dallas paid for body.

I sat on the side nursing my cocktail seeing what women do with a naked hunk that is available to do what the fuck you wanted to in front of them.

I was amazed by the results.  Some kissed him all over.  Some twisted his nipples.  Some tried to get him erect and jerk him off and i think one even stomped on his nuts a few times.

Finally after an hour of every woman in the room doing what they wanted to Dallas,  taking photos,  filming him.  People got tired and ready to leave.

Around 5 girls stayed on stage playing with the hunk doll.  One girl was straddling him and doing something from behind with his balls.  His limp body flinched but the others held him down.  I could see her hand really work at it but i just threw down 20 dollars and left...