Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Chores for the boys


by Hardie

A ballbusting story

Greg looked at his cousins scornfully. He and his brother Paul had arrived the previous evening to stay for a couple of weeks with their aunt Margaret and her two daughters, Susan and Sandra. Now there was an argument about clearing up the breakfast dishes, as Margaret had to go to work, leaving the children to sort things out for themselves.

"Washing up is a girl's job," said Greg. "Anyway, Paul and I are here on holiday, so why should we do the dishes?"

Susan's eyes blazed as she faced up to the boy who was three years older than her 13 years, almost a foot taller and 60lbs heavier. She wore a white crop top, which showed off her smoothly tanned stomach, a navy blue mini-skirt which ended half way down her sturdy young thighs, white calf length socks and trainers. Her blonde ponytail flicked around her shoulders as, hands on hips, tiny breasts thrusting forwards, she told the young man and his brother that they should do their share of the household chores.

Sandra, two years younger than her sister, and dressed in the same way, nodded in agreement, while Paul, a well built fifteen year old, backed up his elder brother.

"You'll help while you're here," said Susan firmly, "or else..."

"Or else what," scorned Greg. "What are you going to do? Beat us up?" He smirked at his brother.

"Maybe," said Susan. She looked at her sister. "I think we could beat them, don't you? They're only boys!"

"Easy," said Sandra, "but I expect they're too scared to fight us." She went up to the fifteen year old, who was a good head and shoulders taller than the girl, and stared up at him. "Too scared to fight, aren't you! BOY!"

Paul wriggled uncomfortably under the tiny girl's gaze. "I'm not scared of a little girl like you," he blustered. "I'd just be scared of hurting you too much."

"Like this, you mean," said Sandra and kicked him lightly on the shin,

"Ouch!" he cried, "you little..."

"Hold it," commanded Greg. He looked at the girls. "If you really want to fight us, then let's go outside. Winners don't do any chores, O.K.?" He was quite confident he'd end this nonsense about boys doing dishes and things once and for all. Maybe he'd just give the girl a bit of a spanking and finish it. He'd like that. 'I expect she would too,' he thought smugly.

"Right!" agreed Susan. "No holds barred. Winners rule, O.K.?"

Once outside, the girls removed their skirts and limbered up in their dark blue cotton briefs. Though not fully developed, the girls had trim figures with tanned, sturdy legs. Even at their ages they knew their near nudity was having a disconcerting effect on their male opponents and flaunted their bodies shamelessly.

Greg and Paul were well built. Greg especially was becoming heavily muscled about the shoulders and upper arms, as the girls could see when he took off his T-shirt. Well-developed thighs protruded from his beach shorts, and there were signs of muscle definition on his stomach. Paul hadn't quite reached his brother's physique, but looked a most formidable opponent for an eleven-year-old girl to tackle.

"Right," said Susan. "Let's fight!" And she stormed into her large, male opponent' throwing punches at his head.

Taken completely by surprise, Greg raised his arms to protect himself from the girl's onslaught and left himself wide open. With calm deliberation Susan steadied herself by grasping the boy's upper arms with both hands, then drove her knee savagely into Greg's unprotected balls.

The muscular young man folded up with a cry of male anguish, hands diving for his searing testicles, and was sent reeling sideways as the little girl smashed her foot into his descending face. Giving him no respite, and no chance to recover his wits, the female fury danced after the reeling boy, slamming her feet and fists into his muscular body with devastating speed.

Greg crashed into the wall of the house and covered up. His brain was reeling with pain and confusion. He was being attacked by a girl half his size and he was actually cowering from her. He pulled himself together, straightened up and fired his balled fist at the girl's pretty face. Susan easily ducked under his swing then, picking her spot, buried her own small fist into the boy's balls, once, twice, then into his face as he howled with pain and doubled up in agony. She grasped the boy's hair, held his head in position, then brought her knee up with a vicious jerk and smashed it into the bridge of his nose with a satisfying thud.

The muscular young man's legs gave way as he temporarily lost consciousness, and he sprawled backwards onto the ground. Mercilessly, the lithe young tomboy stepped into the V of the boy's spread-eagled legs and stomped down into his cock with all her might. Greg's mouth gawped in agony but no sound came out as his brain cut out the pain by sending him completely unconscious.

Susan took no time to celebrate her triumph over her husky male opponent, but turned to help her little sister. She needn't have bothered.

Sandra had attacked at the same instant as her sister, launching a devastating kick into the shin she'd lightly tapped before. Then, as the boy cried out in pain, she danced nimbly to one side, sled her hand under his buttocks and grasped the young man's dangling balls through the thin cotton of his beach shorts.

Gleefully the girl pulled the helpless boy backwards round the lawn. The eleven-year-old girl had total control over the boy, who had to move in the direction she pulled or suffer the agony of having his balls squashed by her strong little fingers. Eventually, the boy stumbled. Sandra automatically tightened her grip to stop him dragging her down with him, and squeezed. The pain in the boy's balls was excruciating. He screamed in agony as he tried to pry the girl's fingers loose, but she pulled him back and forced the boy to stagger backwards across the lawn once more.

'Time to finish him off,' thought Sandra. She stopped, much to the relief of her helpless victim. "Get down on your hands and knees," ordered the young vixen, giving his tortures testicles an encouraging squeeze.

Tentatively the boy obeyed, sobbing with pain and the shame of being forced to take orders from a chit of a girl four years younger than him. Sandra bent down with him, maintaining her grip on his aching testicles.

As soon as her male cousin was on all fours the girl, quick as a cat, let go with her hand and swung her foot into the boy's balls with all her might. Paul's whole body convulsed in agony, then he sprawled unconscious on the lawn.

Exultantly the girls exchanged high fives. "Let's strip them," said Susan, and the girls removed the shorts and trainers from the hapless young men, finishing just as their defeated cousins started to regain consciousness.

The girls stood over their respective adversaries, the victorious little girls standing triumphantly over the naked bodies of their large male opponents. Opponents whom the girls had so easily defeated in combat. Yet victory was not enough. The girls wanted to destroy the boys as fighters, to break them both physically and mentally so that they'd never challenge the girls' superiority again.

Greg came round to discover Susan in the process of turning him over. She held his right wrist, and, using the length of the boy's arm as a lever, twisted his limb in a clockwise direction. Groggily, the young man tried to resist the girl's pressure, but she had too much leverage for him. To avoid the awful pain she inflicted on his arm, the boy flopped over onto his stomach, crying out in frustration at yet another defeat at the hands of the girl.

Susan jerked her victim's arm up behind his back, still twisting, forcing the young man's powerful arm to bend to her will. Greg screamed as he felt his ligaments tear as his limb was destroyed by the terrible little tormentress.

Calmly Susan let go the boy's useless arm and reached under his buttocks to grasp hold of his balls. "Put your other arm behind you back," she ordered, applying pressure to the boy's aching testicles.

Tears streaming down his face, the boy gave in and let the vicious young tomboy have his good arm to destroy. His arms useless, Susan made him roll onto his back, and stood over her supine victim, legs apart, hands on hips, looking down on the powerfully muscled body of the shattered young man she'd defeated, marveling at the ease of her victory.

Sandra had immobilized her victim by the simple process of lashing his wrists together with the laces from his captured trainers. He too was on his back, and the girl was crouched between his spread legs fondling his damaged balls with her silky little fingers, watching with wonder as his cock swelled up out of its mound of pubic hair and stretched upwards towards the boy's stomach.

The eleven-year-old girl had only just reached the beginning of puberty and had never seen a naked male before. Now she was experiencing the excitement of smashing a powerful young man to ignominious defeat in physical combat, then watching him respond sexually to her treatment of his balls. She had found instinctively that, by controlling a male's testicles, she had the choice of inflicting either extreme pain or extreme pleasure on her victim. She exulted in the power she had over the defeated boy, and wanted more.

"Don't play with him," Susan whispered into her sister's ear. "Destroy him. Break him so he'll never want to tangle with you again. Wreck his arms, then he won't be able to fight for ages, and you'll have control."

Obeying her sister, Sandra turned Paul onto his stomach. "Over you go, big cousin," she purred. "I'm just going to work on your lovely, strong arms for a while. I'll get back to your cock later." She mussed his hair playfully. "You'll like that, won't you!"

Then she drove her cousin's arms up behind his back with all her strength until he screamed in agony and begged her to stop as his tears flowed into the lawn.

When she was sure she'd rendered the boy's arms useless, Sandra untied his wrists, turned him over onto his back and stood over him as sobs wracked the once proud boy's shattered body. To her amazement, his cock still stood up in an enormous erection.

She flicked the boy's cock with her foot. "You like being beaten up by a little girl, don't you cousin," she said. "Which is good because I like beating you up and I'm going to beat you up lots and lots."

Greg also had a huge hard on. He gazed up, through his tears at the slender but shapely body of the girl who'd smashed him to defeat and felt a surge of fear and excitement he'd never experienced before. Here he was, a powerful young male warrior laying in tears at the feet of a young girl, three years his junior and half his size. And the sight of her standing proudly over him, tanned legs wide apart, hands on hips, twanged his libido and raised his cock in tribute to her victory.

Susan lowered herself onto the boy's barrel like chest and began smacking his face backwards and forwards. Tiring of that, she smashed a couple of punches into his face with her tiny fist until he begged her to stop. She continued until she ensured the boy's black eyes and bloody nose would show the pounding she'd given him for a long time to come, then she rose lithely from his whimpering frame and kicked his legs wide apart.

Sandra was following her sister's lead, and completed the pounding of Paul's tear-stained face at the same time as Susan stood up. Sandra hit Paul's face a couple of times more, then got to her feet. Both boys were sobbing uncontrollably as they lay spread eagled at the feet of their girl conquerors.

"Right, boys," announced Susan, in a voice which brooked no disobedience, "you are now going to show us girls how you nicely you wank yourselves off."

"Oh, lovely!" Sandra shuddered with pleasure at the thought of the muscular boys having to degrade themselves in front of the slender little girls. "Grab your cocks, boys, and WANK!"

Terrified, their spirits broken by the merciless young girls who had beaten them, the boys complied. In no time at all their powerful male bodies spasmed with climax and they pumped their semen into the air in great spurting globules.

The girls hugged each other with delight, then stepped into the Vs formed by the twitching boys' legs, drew back their own shapely tanned limbs and smashed their feet into the boys' dangling balls.

As their victims screamed in pain and despair and writhed in agony on the lawn, the girls ran giggling and laughing into the house, leaving the boys broken and crying, smashed to ignominious defeat by a couple of little girls.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

The Chores for the Boys series is probably my favorite out of all the Hardie stories. I would love to see some more stories written for this series.

Greg and Paul were so cocky at the beginning and they thought guys were superior to girls. I love how they get their nuts busted by their girl cousins because they refused to help with the dishes.

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love this story! It's important girls be taught early on how superior they are compared to males. Hope to someday be beaten just like the guys in this story - by beautiful, stronger, more intelligent superior females!

Anonymous said...

I totally agree with you. Every girl should get a chance, at least once in her life, to kick a boy in the balls in order to realize how much superior she is than males since she doesn't have those big dumb pathetic nuts dangling between her legs. Females are more beautiful, more intelligent, and also better at fighting because a guy's testicles is a huge liability that more than makes up for his strength advantage. Yet guys are so dumb and arrogant that they actually think having two balls and a cock between their legs make them superior to females. At the beginning of the story, Greg and Paul were typical cocky guys who refused to do their share of the chores claiming it was a girls job. I'm glad Susan and Sandra taught them a good lesson and totally humiliated these big dumb dudes sexually, as well as physically.

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