The Ball-Busting Family, Part 1 (Ball-Busting)
Caligula
Roy, who was 22, sat on his aunt's sofa, babysitting his cousin Melissa
and her friend Cara. Not that they really needed babysitting, as Melissa and
her friend were both 16, but his aunt was afraid the two young girls would
find a way to cause trouble. Roy pretended he was watching television but
kept stealing glances at the two young women. Both were dressed in crop-top
tight shirts, their breasts almost hanging out underneath, tight shorts and
were barefoot. He was getting an uncomfortable erection as the two of them
laughed and kicked their bare feet out at each other. Suddenly Melissa
focused Cara's attention to the movie on the television.
"Watch this Cara! This is funny!"
Roy turned to see what was about to happen as well. The movie was Vice
Academy Part 1, and some guy was standing in front of a line of women as
each took a turn kneeing him in the groin in some sort of self-defense
scenario. Roy's erection got bigger watching this happen, as he had always
had a secret fetish about being kicked in the nuts, or worse. He looked
again at his cousin and her friend as they laughed about the guy's trauma
and recalled the numerous fantasies he had about his own cousin kicking him
below the belt. His gaze traveled up and down her body and rested on her
small size 6 and a half feet. The soles looked so soft and wonderful and the
toes so perfect with their red polish, yet he longed to see what her foot
would feel like crushing his balls into his pelvis. Suddenly Melissa turned
to look at her cousin and noticed how he looked at her feet before he could
turn away.
"Roy! Why were you looking at my feet?" She stuck her foot out and
pointed and wiggled her toes at him. His erection got bigger despite his
embarassment.
"Don't be silly, you little jerk." He tried to blow it off as nothing.
Cara decided to put her two cents in. "Maybe he likes feet. I know this
guy who says he likes to smell and lick feet. He says he has a foot fetish
or something. Maybe Roy has a foot fetish too?"
"Eeeeeewwwww!!! That's gross! My cousin wants to lick my feet?" Melissa
looked at her cousin again. "If you EVER touch my feet you dork I'll kick
you like that guy got kicked on the TV!" Her and Cara laughed at that.
Roy wondered about this interesting scenario. If he went over to touch
his cousin's foot it would be like daring her to kick his crotch. Maybe he
had found a way to explore his darkest fantasy without revealing his secret!
Before he could act on this genius of an idea Melissa asked him a question.
"Roy, have you ever been kicked in, you know, the balls before?" Melissa
and Cara giggled.
Roy swallowed hard and answered slowly. "No," he lied. He thought he
would take the conversation a step farther and asked, "Have either of you
ever kicked anyone in the balls?" Roy was scared shitless and ebarassed as
heck.
"I tried once but the boy didn't fall down like in the movies so I musta
missed his nuts," replied Cara.
"I saw a boy get kicked there and he cried for a long time but I never
got to kick a guy. I bet it's alotta fun though!" added Melissa as an
afterthought. The two girls giggled again.
Roy thought to push a bit farther. "I always wondered what it was like
to get kicked in the balls. I don't think it hurts as bad as all that."
"Then let me kick you and we'll find out," teased Melissa.
It was now or never. Roy would have to set the trap and see if they'd
take the bait. "You don't have the guts, you little jerk. I'll stand right
in front of you with my legs spread and you can kick me in the balls as hard
as you want, but you won't because you're a girl and don't have the guts!"
"Come on then, you big dork! I'll show you who doesn't have the guts!"
"I bet $100 you won't do it."
"I don't want money! If I do it, then me and Cara get to practice
kicking you in the balls all day!" Cara clapped at that and nodded that
she'd like to participate.
This was better than Roy had hoped for and eagerly agreed to the terms.
He got up and walked over to his cousin. He stood in front of her as she and
Cara got up off the ground. He spread his legs wide so Melissa would have
easy access to his groin.
"Make sure you show her where the balls are so she doesn't miss like I
did that time," interrupted Cara.
He reached out and gingerly took his cousin's hand and guided it to
where his nuts were outlined in his tight speedos. He placed one of her
fingers on each testicle. "This is them," he announced as he swallowed hard
again. Melissa smiled broadly as she pushed his orbs around with her
fingers.
Cara also reached around and played with his jewels. Each girl now had a
testicle firmly in her grip and stared in amazement as they rolled around
their prizes.
"Now I know why they call them balls and nuts," said Melissa.
"Yeah, they're so small and kinda hard. I wonder what would happen if
you kicked them real hard with pointy shoes on."
"I bet that would hurt real bad. You know eggs are hard on the outside
but they crush real easy. I wonder if they're like eggs."
Cara stepped back a bit and looked Roy in the eyes as she slowly and
carefully lifted her foot up to his balls. She stopped when her big toe made
soft, almost imperceptible, contact with his right testicle. Roy shivered a
bit as he knew this young girl was enjoying embarassing him.
"Roy, would this hurt real bad if I kicked you like this?" asked Cara.
Melissa butted in. "Would it make your voice high-pitched like in that
movie? Would you be able to have babies still? My mom and your mom say if
you kick a boy hard enough in the family jewels he can't have kids. Why is
that Roy? The always tell me to kick until the boy's balls pop."
Roy never guessed that his aunt and mother had talked to his cousin
about kicking boys in the groin, and especially that they had encouraged
turning the boys into eunuchs! His own mother!!! "Well.....if you 'pop' a
guys balls he can't produce sperm so he can't have kids. Guys without balls
are called eunuchs."
Melissa was excited by this. "That's right! You're mom told me about how
they used to cut the balls off guys to make them slaves. She called it
castration."
Roy was intrigued by and turned on knowing that his aunt and mother were
so open with his cousin about testicles. He wanted to hear more. "What else
did my Mom and your mom tell you about?"
Melissa laughed and said, "well, I heard your mom saying once how she
had caught you sniffing her feet when you thought she was sleeping on the
sofa. She said she heard you whispering 'kick me in the balls, Mommy'. So
she said that you deserved being hit in the balls for being such a pervert
and so later that day she hit you in the nuts with her fist and made it seem
like an accident!" Both girls were now laughing very hard. Roy remembered
that day and was horrified that his mother had heard him say that, and yet
was aroused knowing that she knew and had hit in in the balls on purpose. He
also wondered now about all the times since then that his mother had
'accidentally' injured his plums. One of his favorite masturbatory
rememberances was the time his mom was pretending to be a ballet dancer and
kicked her leg out, catching him full in the balls. She really poured on the
sympathy and teased him about how he would be so much better off without his
balls, since they were always getting in the way. The thought of his mother
castrating him really got his dick stiff.
Melissa brought him out of his reverie by saying, "OK, are you ready,
Roy?"
Roy gulped one last time and nodded yes.
He didn't have much time to worry about the consequences as his gorgeous
cousin kicked him hard in the balls. They were trapped within the tight
confines of his speedos and so had nowhere to go to escape the crushing
force of his cousin's pretty foot. As her foot came up to meet his balls Roy
noticed how her firm young breasts became slightly exposed when her crop-top
was pulled up with her movements. His fantasy had been fulfilled but his joy
was short lived as the pain hit him and he crumpled to the floor with a
groan. He could hear Melissa and Cara laughing.
"I told you I had the guts, dork!!!" teased Melissa.
"Cool, that means I get to kick him in the balls now since we won the
bet!" chimed in Cara.
"So what did it feel like? We know you like it! We knew you would cause
of what I heard your mom say, so stop being a baby and let us kick you some
more. You know you're getting off on it!"
Roy no longer felt the need to pretend he didn't like it. His cover had
been blown but he was living his greatest fantasies, so what the fuck! "I
liked it, kick me some more," hy moved to a position in front of Roy and
patted him on the head. "This is so much fun Roy! If I pop your balls will
you be mad at me?"
Roy thought about it briefly and knew the answer almost immediately. "Of
course not. Like you said, it's fun."
Cara then took careful aim and caught him in the right nut with her big
toe. Cara winced as she wasn't expecting her toe to sting so bad. "Ouch!
Just don't kick him with your toes cause it hurts like a motherfucker! You
hurt my toe Roy."
But Roy was in too much pain to answer as he was on the ground again
clutching his manhood.
"Well I guess it hurt him more than it hurt you," chuckled Melissa.
Roy was given a little while to recover and he was wondering why the two
girls kept talking in conspiratorial whispers. What had they to hide from
him? They knew his secret desire to be kicked in the balls and had set him
free. When they noticed he was better they approached him on the sofa. They
kneeled in front of him as he rested on the sofa and Melissa gently cupped
his balls in her hand. She smiled at him. "How they hangin'?"
"Better," replied Roy. He started to get hard at her touch. Both girls
noticed.
"Roy, I want to ask you about something you said to Cara."
"Of course Melissa." Roy was wondering whatr he had said.
"Well, you said it was alright if she popped your balls. Did you mean
it?"
Roy now remembered telling Cara it was OK, and knew he had meant it. He
didn't know why, but the thought of a young girl busting his balls just
seemed right to him. "Sure I meant it, Melissa."
"Would you let ME pop a ball?," asked Melissa giving his nuts a painful
squeeze. "Not both, just one ball. I REALLY want to pop one. I could step on
it with my foot, you know, the foot you think is so pretty. Could I Roy?
Could I pop a ball? We know you like it and it would be so much fun for me.
I'm just so bored, and you don't want me to be bored do you?"
Roy looked at his cousin longingly, stared at her breasts and looked
over her shoulder to look at her scrumptious feet. "Okay, I'll let you crush
one of my balls, this way I'll still have one left for you to kick. Just
don't tell anyone about this."
Melissa and Cara moved swiftly so he didn't have time to change his
mind. Roy removed his speedos and underwear and kneeled before the coffee
table, placing his nutsack on the table before him. Cara held him from
behind and Melissa climbed onto the table. She walked around on the table a
bit and several times pretended like she was about to stomp on his
unprotected balls. Roy cringed each time but then would hear his cousin's
mirthful laughter and knew she was playing with him. She then placed her
bare heel on Roy's left nut and bounced a bit. Roy moaned soflty, in ecstacy
or pain the girls didn't know or care. "I bet it'll hurt real bad when I
crush your egg, Roy. I bet your Mom would be so proud of me for popping your
nut, just like she says to do to guys. Your ball feels so funny under my
heel. Sort of like a bug."
"I don't like bugs, Melissa," said Cara. "I step on bugs!"
"I think that's what I'll do. Step on it and crush it flat!" But she
didn't. She just stood there with her heel on his ball. "I'm only teasing
Roy, I'm not going to pop your ball."
Roy, who's eyes were closed through the whole thing now opened them and
looked up at his cousin as she towered above him on the table. That was what
she was waiting for, to catch his eyes. She stepped down with her full
weight onto his left nut, and Roy screamed and howled as his cousin's foot
crushed the cartilage and blood vessels in his ball. Roy passed out.
When Roy awoke he was on the sofa. His speedos were back on and Melissa and
Cara were watching television again. Roy moaned and caught the attention of
the two young ladies. They rushed over excitedly. "Roy that was so much
fun!!!" yelled Melissa. "It was so cool. It felt great when your nut
exploded under my foot!"
"Yeah," agreed Cara, "she got all wet when your ball went 'squish'."
Roy groaned again and was still in considerable pain. The rest of the
week was spent in agony and ecstacy as Roy was subjected to numerous ball
kicking and kneeing experiments by the two girls. Then the day came when his
mother and aunt returned from their vacation. His mother and aunt both sat
at the kitchen table, barefoot. Melissa had invited Cara over and were both
sitting with Roy on the sofa. Roy could see his mother's and aunt's feet and
it was driving him crazy. How bad he wanted to reveal to his mother his
desire to be kicked in the balls by her. Even though she knew, it wasn't the
same as being open about it. He wondered how their relationship would
change. Melissa and Cara were trying to convince him to reveal himself to
his and her mother.
"Go on Roy, just tell them. You'll be happy you did. They already know
anyway so why hide it from them? Who knows what ball-busting fun we could
all have together!"
Roy swallowed what little pride he had left and went to the kitchen. His
aunt and mother didn't even pay any attention to him as he kneeled at his
mother's side. He stared longingly at his mother's feet, wanting to suck her
toes and lick the soles. His gaze traveled up her sexy legs to her beautiful
face and before he knew it the words came out just as they did that day when
he sniffed her feet.
"Kick me in the balls, Mommy."
Suddenly the conversation stopped and both his mother and aunt stared
down at him. His mother smiled kindly and his aunt laughed.
"It's about time you came clean about your little fetish, Roy," said his
mom, "and of course I'll kick you in the balls. Let's see, how should we do
this." She tapped her fingernails on the tabletop and wiggled her foot
seductively. "I know, would you like me to ballet dance with you?" She
winked at him.
"Yes, Mommy, I'd love to be your dance partner."
"Well, okay Roy, but I'm not very good and you remember what happened
last time I danced, don't you?" She gave another wink and smile.
"We'll be careful, Mommy."
"I don't know Roy, you might get hurt if I misjudge the distance when I
kick my foot out for you to catch." She lifted her foot and placed her sole
in his face. "Maybe we shouldn't dance together Roy, this foot might do some
damage."
"No Mommy, please! Dance with me! I'll take my chances but I want to
dance with you!" Roy pleaded.
"Okay Roy, since you asked me so nicely. I know, let's do the Nutcracker
Suite."
Roy stood in front of his mother while his Aunt Therese, Melissa, and
Cara stood to the side. Roy's mother did some stretching exercises,
emphasising the muscles in her legs and pointing her dainty feet at her
son's crotch. "I'm ready to start Roy. You know your part, don't you? All
you have to do is catch my foot when I thrust it out to you."
"Yes Mommy."
Roy's mother began her dance. She twisted and spun and pirouetted around
her son, kicking her legs up high and humming to herself. Then she slowed a
bit and stared her son in the eyes. And then it happened. Lightening quick
her leg shot out and her pointed bare foot smashed into her son's one
testicle. He fell like a ton of bricks. Suddenly he was surrounded by all
the women and he could hear his mother speaking to him.
"I told you I wasn't very good Roy. If you hadn't gotten your balls in
the way we could have kept dancing."
"I'm sorry, Mommy."
"That's okay Roy. Let's dance again and see if we can get it right."
Roy couldn't believe his mother wanted to kick him again, but he
struggled to his feet anyway. This time his mother danced much closer to him
and her dancing was more furious. She had her arms around her son's neck and
whispered to him, "I learned this little move back in my cheerleading days
in college." And then she shot her knee up twice into his ball and Roy
slumped to the floor at his mother's feet.
Roy's Aunt Therese had been standing by quietly but finally spoke up.
"I'm too afraid I'd hurt him if I kicked him in the balls like that. I never
did have much nerve for that sort of thing."
Roy's mother had a sudden idea. She had her sister lie on her back on
the kitchen table and tied some yarn around Therese's ankle. Then she had
Roy stand at his aunt's feet and pulled down his pants, tieing the other end
of the yarn around her son's ballbag. "Melissa, you and Cara hold Roy up so
he doesn't fall. Now Therese, I know how ticklish you are. I'm going to
tickle your foot here, which means you'll be jerking around and the string
tied around your foot and Roy's balls (Roy's mother hadn't noticed he only
had one ball left) will ensure you make some good contact!"
Then Roy's mother began to tickle her sister's unbound foot. And exactly as
planned, Therese's other foot jerked up, pulling Roy's ball with it, and
then kicked out, ramming Roy in the nut. This went on for several minutes
and Roy was in sweet agony. He had no idea his mother was such an expert at
busting balls. Then it was over and Melissa cut her mother's foot free. Roy
managed to pull his pants up, although it was difficult with all the pain he
was in. Then his aunt, who was still sitting on the edge of the table in
front of Roy said, "Oh, what the heck!" And kicked her nephew in his ball,
dropping him to the floor.
Melissa was whispering to her mother and Roy's aunt began to laugh. "It
seems, sis, that my lovely daughter and her friend popped one of your son's
nuts while we were gone."
"He said it was okay," said Melissa.
"That's alright Melissa," said Roy's mother, "I encouraged you to pop
balls so I can't complain now I guess." She looked down at her son's body as
he lay in the fetal position. She nudged his groin with her big toe and
laughed. "Only one ball left, dear? I hope you had fun. Tell me,
Roy.....Tell me something. Would you like Mommy to pop your other ball?"
Roy struggled with the desire to retain his manhood and that of
fulfilling his deepest and darkest fantasy, that of becoming a eunuch at the
hands of his mother. "Yes, Mommy, please more than anything I want you to
pop my one remaining nut." There, it was done and now the ball was in his
mother's court, so to speak.
Roy's mother smiled again and rubbed her toes against her son's lips.
When she pulled her foot away Roy eagerly licked his lips to pick up any
taste his mother's foot may have deposited there. "How would you like me to
do it? Should I use my teeth? I could chew on your nut until it's paste and
then sever the cord with my sharp front teeth."
Roy moaned as his hard-on fought to break out of his speedos.
"How about my hands? I could squeeze your ball until it bursts or pop it
with my fingernail! How about my feet? I could step on your ball or kick you
repeatedly till it gives. I could wear shoes or go barefoot. Well Roy? What
will it be?
The Ball-Busting Family 2 (FFFFFF/mmm, ball-busting)
Roy swallowed hard as he pondered the fate of his right nut. Who would
have thought that just days after his cousin, Melissa, and her friend, Cara,
had burst his left nut that he would now be lying here on the floor trying
to decide how his own mother would crush his last ball. The options were all
exciting: chewed flat, squeezed till bursted, kicked till ruptured. His
mother stood above him smiling, her bare foot planted firmly, and a bit
painfully, in his groin.
"Well, Roy, tell Mommy how I should bust that little ball of yours."
said his mother.
Roy looked from his mother's beautiful face to the other three women
standing around him. First there was his cousin's friend, Cara. Then his 16
year old cousin, Melissa. And finally his Aunt Therese. All of them had a
smile which made him want to shiver. They were really looking forward to
seeing his mother crush his ball and make him a eunuch for life.
"Use your feet, please."
His mother smiled again. She raised her foot high above Roy's crotch and
looked her son in the eyes. Then Roy saw his mother get an idea as her head
twisted a bit to the side and a sadistic grin crossed her features. "You
know Roy, I'd be giving you a wonderful gift by popping your jewel, but
gifts are supposed to be given at Christmas time. So I'm going to leave you
with that last nut till then. But trust me when I say that the next few
months won't be easy for you. I'm going to take you to new heights of
ball-busting pleasure...and pain. Now give Mommy a kiss and thank me."
Roy pulled his mother's foot from his groin up to his lips and placed a
single kiss on her soft sole. He could hear all the women giggle. And what
would be proper thanks? He could think of only one thing. "Mommy, I would
like to thank you by asking you and your beautiful sister, and my cousin and
her friend to kick me in the balls again."
"You're so sweet, son. You heard him, girls!"
Roy was roughly pulled to his feet. First Cara approached him, put her
hands on his shoulders and looked to Roy's mother for her approval. She
nodded her assent. Cara then thrust her knee hard into Roy's ball. Roy
coughed and tried to bend over but his aunt and mother held him upright.
Next his cousin stepped in front of him. He hadn't noticed, but she had
slipped on her open-toed mules. She drew her leg back, and swung her foot
upwards giving him a horrible nut-crunch. Her toes caught him squarely in
the ball, almost popping it right there. Melissa and Cara took over as Roy's
aunt and mother took their positions. They both stood next to each other and
each one took turns raising their foot like dancers into Roy's last nut.
One
CRUNCH
Two
CRUNCH
Three
CRUNCH
Four
CRUNCH
Finally Roy started to slide into unconsciousness but heard mutterings
as he did so as to him having plenty of company, something about his cousin
(Melissa's brother) and uncle (his mother and aunt's brother) being
introduced to their new 'sport'.
Roy never knew how much his mother loved ball-busting. They had sat
down together shortly after arriving home from his aunt's house and
discussed his fetish and what he wanted. His mother told him to explore all
his fantasies while he could because she would indeed take his nut come
Christmas morning, and she wanted him to enjoy as much as he could his last
few months of manhood. So they talked about games they might play and the
roles his mother could adopt: the accidental hit to the groin, the stern
disciplinarian ball-buster, and many other games. Halfway through the
conversation she placed her bare feet in her son's lap for him to massage,
knowing he would enjoy it. She made sure her heels dug into where his nut
must surely be. Roy decided to ask his mother about the conversation he
heard concerning his cousin, Joe, and his uncle, James.
"Well, dear, your cousin and uncle are going to be very soon now
introduced to ball-busting. Unlike you I don't think they'll enjoy it. I
think Joe (who was 17) is probably getting his balls kicked right now by
Aunt Therese and Melissa, since he got home from work an hour ago. As far as
your uncle James goes, Therese and I have to talk to our sister-in-law,
Alice, and see whether or not she'd be interested in hurting her husband's
balls and if her daughter, your cousin Sarah, would like to crush her
Daddy's nuts. We don't think it'll be a problem getting them to help us."
She pulled her feet roughly from Roy's lap and continued talking. "From now
on, Roy, you'll wear only speedos in the house unless I say otherwise. This
way I can see your ball through your pants. Alright, you can go now."
Roy stood up from his chair and prepared to go off to his room to jerk
off, thinking about what his mother was going to do to him, when his mother
swung her foot up into his ball making him drop to the ground.
"I know where you were going and what you were going to do, Roy. You
were going to masturbate and I won't have that in my house, understand?"
"Yes, Mom," squeaked out Roy as he clutched himself.
Joe came home from work that day and was surprised to find his cousin
Roy and Aunt Patricia already gone. His sister, Melissa, kept smiling at him
but when he pressed her as to why she was laughing she would just say it was
nothing and look away. Even his mother seemed amused by something.
Everything went pretty normal throughout the evening till dinner rolled
around. Joe and Melissa sat across from each other at the very tiny dinner
table while their mother sat at the head.
"So, Mom, what did you all do today while Roy and Aunt Pat were here?"
asked Joe.
"We had a ball, I mean a REAL ball," smiled his mother. Melissa giggled
as well. What was Joe missing here? He had an uneasy feeling.
He jumped suddenly in his chair when he felt his sister's bare foot push
VERY uncomfortably into his groin. He couldn't believe his sister had the
guts...the BALLS, to stick her foot there. Yet what could he say? Hey Mom,
Melissa just kicked me in the family jewels? He'd be too embarassed. His
sister didn't even look at him as she ate her food and twisted her foot
between his legs. He reached down under the table and tried to pry her foot
away with his hands, which caused Melissa to apply more pressure. He moved
his hands away quickly and she eased the pressure. Still she wouldn't make
eye contact but finally remover her foot. Joe made a mental note to get even
with her later. He placed some mashed potatoes in his mouth, yet before he
could chew Melissa thrust her foot as hard as she could into his balls,
causing Joe to spit the mashed potatoes out all over the table.
"Eeeewww!!! That's gross!" yelled Melissa.
Therese stood up and grabbed Joe by the ear, pulling him to his feet.
"What was that little stunt all about, mister!!! Let's see if you're in the
mood for games after this!" Therese twisted her son around, gripped his
shoulders, and kneed him in the nuts. He slid to his knees with his mouth
open, giving his mother the opportunity to take a step back and kick him
full force in the balls. Joe of course fell over and began crying and
holding himself. Melissa had run around to watch and she and Therese both
laughed at Joe in his agony.
"Well, big brother, I bet you'll never play with your food again!"
"Get used to it Joe, as life for you is going to be changing around
here!" stated his mother.
Melissa sank to her knees and slapped Joe's hands away from his manhood.
She unzipped his pants and stuck her cruel little hand inside, snaking her
hand into his underwear and wrapping her sadistic fingers around his
ballbag.
"Make a wish, bro!" With that she pulled as hard as she could, and
yanked his nuts into full view with just one twist.
"AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Joe's eyes bulged from the sockets as his
sister's petite hand mangled his balls. Therese also kneeled down next to
her son and plucked a ball from her daughter's hand. Now they each possessed
a nut and decided to both squeeze.
His mother said, "Let's see who can squash harder. Joe, you let us know
who is hurting you the worst, okay?" Joe of course couldn't answer, except
to scream as his mother and sister each squeezed for all they were worth.
The only rest Joe got was when one of them would ease up on his nut to get a
better grip, and then the pain would be worse than before.
"Joe, if you don't say I'm hurting you more, I'll suck your nuts into my
mouth and bite them right off!" threatened his sister through gritted teeth.
"Hey, no fair!!!" shouted his mother, "If that's how we're going to
play.....Joe, if you don't say Mom is the better ball-buster, I'll put my
stilleto high heels on and step on your balls till I spear and pop each one
with the pointy heels!"
Joe had his mouth open in a silent scream, as no sound escaped his
mouth, yet his eyes told the entire story of pain never before imagined,
pain that no woman could understand. That was probably why his mother and
sister, his tortured mind reasoned, applied the amount of pressure that they
were. If only they knew, he was certain they would stop.
"M...m...m...mom!" he finally managed to shout.
"Ha!!! I win!" laughed Therese as she slapped her nut and let go.
"FUCK!!!" yelled Melissa. To get her revenge, she pulled her brother's
testicles to the bottom of his scrotum and made sure his package was tight.
She then pulled her free hand back, let it fly forward, and smacked her
brother's plums with her open palm as hard as she could. "Prick!" Melissa
and Therese both stood up and looked down at the stricken teenager.
Joe coughed and sputtered on the floor, and fought the desire to pass
out or throw up. He needed to let them know how much pain he was in so
they'd stop. "Mom, please, don't do that anymore. You have no idea how much
that hurts! It hurts sooooo bad, like I'm being killed only worse." There,
now they'd leave him alone.
Instead they only laughed. "Don't be such a baby," snickered his sister.
"You just don't understand, honey," explained his mother, "we don't CARE
about your stupid little balls." Therese and Melissa laughed at his
horror-stricken face. "Your balls.....are now OUR balls, to do with as we
please. You will present your balls to us whenever we tell you to, and we
WILL rack them, knee them, kick them or whatever else we want."
Joe looked over to his sister and saw her lick her lips as she stared at
his balls. She made eye contact with him and smiled, then made fierce biting
motions with her teeth. Jow was really frightened now.
"Hey Joe," said Melissa, "what do you think it would feel like if I
popped a nut? Popped it like a grape?" She stuck her bare foot down hard on
his bare balls for painful emphasis. "I bet it would hurt like a
motherfucker, don't you think? I'm asking you a question asshole!!!!!" She
yelled at him and pushed her foot down so most of her weight was transfered
onto his balls.
"Yes, it would hurt if you popped a nut!" he squealed out very quickly
and with a high pitched lilt to his voice. "Please don't burst my balls.
Please please please please please don't crush my testicles. I'll do
ANYTHING if you don't pop my nuts! I won't be able to have kids if you do
that!" pleaded Joe.
"I don't WANT you to have kids! Can you imagine how humiliating it would
be for you to have your pretty sister pop one of your little balls and not
even care she had half castrated you?"
Joe knew not to hesitate with his answer. "Yes, it would be SOOO
humiliating to have you ruin one of my balls. I'd only be half a man and all
because you applied just a tiny bit of pressure to one of my jewels."
"POP! Is that what it would sound like Joe? Or would it be a squish?"
"I don't know, probably a 'pop', but please don't do it!" He looked to
his mother, who was sitting in a kitchen chair and watching the scene with
obvious pleasure.
"Well Joe," started his mother, "if you think your sister busting a ball
is humiliating, think how embarassing and degrading it would be for your
MOTHER to rupture a testicle! You know, Melissa, I think it would definitely
be a 'pop'. Now come over here Joe and lick my stinky feet."
Melissa released her brother from under her delicate foot and let him
drag himself to their mother's outstretched foot. He gingerly took the foot
in his hands and started to lick and tongue every toe, as well as every nook
and cranny of her strong smelling foot. He wanted to gag from the taste but
knew better and kept licking. Finally his mother gave him permission to stop
and service his sister's feet. This he also did and hated the embarassment
as his sister giggled at his uncomfortable predicament.