Note to guys. This is a long story and the ball-busting part is far apart.
It was a hot summer day, mid July in the capital of
He saw the first naked female body when he was watching “Ghost”. His pants were growing when he was watching Demi Moore’s body. Suddenly his mom fast-forwarded the movie and yelled at her son not to watch that. Ali’s father was killed in the war and he had no chance of knowing how to deal with his itch from his dad. His parent didn’t help him and his male friends didn’t know either. Ali once hit on a girl and they became friends but a week later the police caught them and asked them what was their relationship, and to their astonishment they both ended up in jail till their parents bailed them out. Now 17 year old Ali knew that having a girlfriend in
About a month later, when he was grounded at home, new neighbors moved in. Ali had a peek through his window. The building was dedicated from the government to the people who lost their men in the war. The new neighbors were like them too. There was a 35-year-old woman, her daughter and the girl’s aunt who lived with them. All three wrapped themselves in chador (a large black or gray cloth which covers the woman body not for stranger men to see them. It is a forced issue in
Ali’s mom shouted, “Ali. Get out of the house. I am having my friends over.”
“But mom, I am grounded, remember?”
“Oh I see. Okay. You can stay but get your dinner and go to your room and don’t come out.”
She then closed the door on him and locked the door. She then put the key in, so he could not peek from the keyhole. He tried to hear what they said but he couldn’t make sense of it. He only heard several times about kicking and workout class. He then looked in his telescope to see the new neighbors. They were lying on the ground and were watching TV. They had their chadors off but had their scarves on. A little hair was showing on front of their heads. He focused on the young girl. She was about 18 and from his sister he heard that her name was Samira. She was beautiful. She had very large breasts, barely fitting in her half naked h-shirt. On the bottom she was wearing a shiny black stirrup tights and under it a tan pantyhose. It was a little cold in the rooms at night. He zoomed in on her feet, wrapped in pantyhose.
Suddenly he felt something growing in his pajamas. He had a full erection when he zoomed in on her large hips and sexy legs. He started to jack off. “Oh, what large hips. I never realized what pleasure it is to watch strange women. What large legs. Man I am dying. I want her ass on my dick. I love stirrup tights and pantyhose,” he said to himself. When he moved to the hot mom and aunt, he exploded, wetting his pajamas.
The other day he noticed that Samira had a computer in the hall. Well, he knew the phone number for that apartment and they were using the modem. It was a matter of hacking to their system to find her email and messenger id. The email was email@example.com and her messenger id was ballbustergirl. He went through the dictionary but couldn’t get the meanings.
Several days passed. He heard from his mom talking to his sister that the Rosa family lived in the
“Want to talk?”
“Are you a girl?”
“I am a boy and I love ladies.”
“I could have guessed.”
“So what are you wearing?”
“Come on. Tell me.”
“You are rude. And you know what girls do to rude boys.”
“Haha. Let me guess what are you are wearing - a tight shirt, sexy black stirrup tights and pantyhose.”
“Wow. You are some fortune teller. What is the color of my clothes?”
Ali thought he had better not go that far. “Well, I don’t know. I only can see you from a distance.”
“Oh, you can see me?”
“Yes, and one night I’ll come to your room and grab you from behind.”
“Ooh, I am so scared. You know what I will do?”
“You are a girl. What can you do?”
“Well, let’s see. I’ll kick back with my pantyhose foot between your legs. Wanna try?”
Ali didn’t get it. He was never hit down there. He confused it with an act of sex. “Okay.”
“Okay, this is the address.”
He got the address and ran toward her apartment. He knocked. Samira opened the door and hid behind it. He came in. Suddenly she kicked him in the balls from behind. He only had Arabian comfort pants on (something like pajamas). It was totally unexpected. The pain ran through Ali’s stomach and then up, frying his brain. He held his nuts in pain. He couldn’t breath. The kick was well placed. He went down clutching his manhood. The world was running around his head. She had strong legs.
She then said, “Ok dear Ali. I have noticed that you were watching me from your window. You are so stupid. I am going to have a lot of fun.” She then grabbed him by both legs and dragged him to her room. He never saw a girl’s room before. His sister always locked her door. There were panties and pantyhose, shorts and bras all over. She was kind of sloppy. She put him in her bed.
“Ok, little boy, let’s find out what the Persian boys are made of. I left
“Oh, hi girl. I finally am doing what my mom and aunty taught us last week. I have him now. What, you don’t believe me? Here. Listen to my evidence.” Then she twisted his cock and balls. He let out a loud scream in pain... tears appeared in his eyes. “Ooh, little baby is crying. Hey, come on up. I can show you how to handle a male rapist.”
Her friends came up. They were both wearing pantyhose and miniskirts. They never got the chance to wear those in front of any men. Now, it seemed a bit weird. They made him stand up.
“Oh, uh, please let me go and I do anything. Please don’t hurt me,” said Ali.
“Oh, we won’t hurt you. We just want to play some football,” said Samira and she kneed him in the balls. Ali, who couldn’t stand up, clutched his hurting balls, his legs stuck together and he went down crying and begging. The two other girls grabbed him and made him stand up.
Samira explained, “You see girls. Men are very vulnerable, especially around the groin area. Men have these sacs (she said that grabbing and holding his balls up) and they are girl’s best friend. The testicles. They are very sensitive and also make men so strong. But a small tap there and you’ve got yourself a man begging you to stop. For example, you can grab, twist and pull and sometimes squeeze hard.” She did them all when she was talking. Ali’s face was red. She was busting his aching balls badly. He couldn’t get out. There were three girls to fight with and at the moment Samira had his balls squeezing hard.
“Or you can strike with an open palm.” She then put her hand back and suddenly brought it forward, busting Ali’s balls with an open palm. She made her hand like a spoon whipping his balls up.
“But my best choice is to kick or knee. Hard and solid. Now you girls try.” They held his hands up and kicked him from behind. Two girls from left and right kicking him in the balls from behind made him faint. Their feet hit his balls hard and some of their kicks hit his dick. He suddenly got an erection which made the pain worse.
“Ok, girls I can’t teach you the face attacks because we have to let his face be. I don’t want to upset his mom. Now let’s have some fun.” She took off her shirt and stirrup tights. She was left with a bra and pantyhose. The same for her two friends. They went to the bedroom and started to touch each other, leaving Ali on the ground holding himself in pain. He then heard moaning voices from the bedroom. He dragged himself to the bedroom. He saw the girls making love and rubbing each other’s legs and ass in pantyhose. His dick and balls were in bad shape but he got a giant erection. Samira noticed him.
“Hey! You are not supposed to watch. Hiyyyah!” She kicked him square in the balls with her pantyhosed foot and lifted him up. He went to sleep like a baby. She then grabbed him by the balls and made him stand up. She then dragged him out of her apartment. He was jumping up and down in pain screaming like a little girl in high-pitched voice. The neighbors saw her dragging him by the balls. They all laughed. In that time of the day only women were home. They all cheered for her. Finally she arrived at his sweet and pushed him in.
“Okay sweetie. Next time you sneak in, you leave without your balls,” said Samira. She then went back home. She was the first woman who walked in hallway without a chador. From that day other women did the same and if a man stopped them, they knew what to do with his balls.
About Ali, he was devastated. He was on his back on the floor holding his testicles in pain crying and feeling humiliated. All those women saw him being dragged by the balls by the new girl. Suddenly his mom and sister came in. They took their chadors off. They no longer were wearing baggy dresses under their chador to hide their body even after they came home.
“Oh my. My little boy got himself into trouble. Did Samira teach you good not to mess with women? Her mom and aunt taught us how we can defend ourselves against men. Now girls can go out in the evening and have a good time like boys and if boys misbehave, they have to face the humiliation of holding their manhood in pain. Samira’s mom is a self-defense teacher. She graduated from
Ali was stiff as wood lying on the floor. He was ashamed, humiliated and beaten up by a girl and now in his own home he was under pressure by his mom and sister. They no longer wore baggy dresses and their tight stirrup tights and pantyhose gave him an erection which was very uncomfortable. Both his sister and mom had large hips. Very sexy. Their asses were held up beautifully and the tights made them very sexy. They were his mom and sister. But then he never saw their body curves till today. His mom took his pants down and grabbed his balls. She then took a nylon ladies sock out of her purse and wore it on his cock and dragged it under his balls. His balls were trapped in it. She put a bowl of ice under his balls and put his balls in the bowl.
“The nylon is for your protection. The cold ice might stick to your skin and rip it off. I want your balls recover by the next day. Your sister and I want to practice before the class.” Ali was full of rage. The only thing that he could think about was revenge. His manhood was badly hurt; he was humiliated and beaten up by a girl. His reputation was lost in his own home, in the neighborhood and even in the society. This could mean the end of the male dominated society in
Three days passed and Ali’s balls started to get back to normal again. A couple of ice bowls and his mom’s treatment made it all better. But it wasn’t the same for Ali any more. He suffered emotionally. In his lifetime, the question of women as superiors and men as a weaker sex never had been brought up. And now he was beaten by Samira pretty bad. He finally got up from his bed and went out of his room.
He saw his sister on the phone. She was laughing. When she saw Ali, she laughed even harder. He got pretty mad and moved toward his sister. He went there to strangle her. She kicked him square in the balls. She was wearing pantyhose and stirrup tights. Her foot was showing from Ali’s behind. He couldn’t breath. His eyes were open wide. He tried to retreat and go to his room and cry in pain on his bed but she held her foot up in his crotch, not letting him go. Any movement would make a severe pain in his groin. She was still talking on the phone.
“Oh no Samira that was nothing. I just busted my brother’s balls again. No I held him just like you showed me.” She then moved her foot and ended her call, but suddenly she grabbed Ali’s balls and yanked. She then moved toward her room dragging him by the balls.
“Did Samira do this the same way I did?” said his sister Shiva. He was so much in pain that he couldn’t answer. He just limped up and down in pain and followed her into her room. She made him lay on the bed. She noticed something. His penis has grown. She never seen a man’s sexual organ before but she kicked some when she was in the self-defense class. Out of curiosity she put his Arab pajamas down. She then laughed at his penis.
“Oh my god, what is that limp thing?” Her laughter at his thing made him lose erection.
“Ooh, it is becoming smaller. Come on Ali, make it bigger again.”
“I order you. Or I’ll pull them. Well actually I don’t know which one gives you the most pain if I pull. Let’s try it.”
“No, please. No. I beg you.” She then grabbed his dick and pulled. He moaned and his cock got hard. She laughed like a crazy maniac. She then held his balls. He started to beg again.
“Huh, a nice grab down here make you men confess everything. So this is your magical area which makes us women stronger than you.”
Ali’s pride was hurt again. He got mad and rolled over his sister and pinned her to the bed. She then moved her knee up. It caught him in the naked balls. He jumped up like a rabbit and fell on the bed beside her. His cock was going to the roof this time. This time Shiva started to play with Ali’s cock. She then grabbed hard and jacked him off. Ali didn’t care about the brother and sister anymore. It was his first time. He couldn’t stop it. She laid on him. She was wearing stirrup tights and pantyhose under. She grabbed his dick between her strong legs. The soft silky tights warmed up his cock. He was about to explode. She looked at his eyes. She was moving up and down, rubbing his dick with her wonderful soft thighs in tights.
“Ooh, ah… get up. I am exploding.” said Ali. She moved away and started to give him a good hand job again. His dick was as big as a cucumber. The wet ooze was coming out of his dick. She gave it a mighty pull up with her soft silky hands. The white ooze shot out all over her bed.
“You bastard boy, Look what you done to my bed. Oh, I am gonna teach you some football,” said Shiva. She then grabbed his arm and forced him to get up off the bed. He pushed her on the bed. Shiva had seen the “Last Action Hero” movie before. So she acted exactly the same. She said “big mistake” and she screamed” hiiyyaah!!” and placed a kick hard in her brother’s naked balls. She was wearing pantyhose and the scene was very sexy. Her sexy foot in pantyhose kicked him in the balls hard. It lifted him up a bit. His eyes became small as a bean. He fell on her on the bed, his eyes full of water. To Shiva’s astonishment, his penis grew again.
“Ooh, you like feet. And you want it in pantyhose,” said Shiva. She then started to play with his dick with her hot feet in pantyhose. He went crazy, jumping up and down in pleasure.
“Oh, Shiva faster, faster,” said Ali. He all forgot that this was his sister. They both did. On the other side of the room their mother was reading the self-defense books that she borrowed from Samira’s mom. Ali was almost close to shooting cum out for the second time on his sister’s tan pantyhose feet. Suddenly the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing?” said their mom.
“He made me do it. He said if I didn’t do it he would have his friends attack me and rape me,” said Shiva.
“Is that true Ali?” said mom.
Ali was stunned by her lies. He couldn’t walk. He just trailed off.
“Kick him dead girl,” said mom.
He tried to escape from the room. His mom blocked his way and kicked him in the balls so hard that he was lifted from the ground. His mom was wearing pantyhose and stirrup tights too. Her large hips responded to her large and strong leg and shoot his balls up.
“You wanted a pantyhose footjob. Now you’re gonna get it,” said his mom. He tried to control himself and focus on getting out of the room. He went toward the back room, toward his sister but she kicked him in the balls too. He screamed in a high-pitched voice, clutched his testicles and like a jackass went toward his mom again. She this time kneed him between the dick and balls with her tight stirrup tights in the way that the stirrup of her tights under her foot stretched and made her pantyhose foot even hotter. The pain was indescribable. He went back and forth several times and received several kicks and knees from his mom and his sister until he hit the ground on his back breathing heavily. His mom and sister grabbed his legs and dragged him out of the room.
“Oh, mom I feel so dirty. He is my brother and he made me give him pleasure,” said Shiva.
“Oh, well. Perhaps it is not that freaky.”
“What do you mean mom?”
“Well, he is not your real brother. He is not even my real son. I married his dad and we adopted him.”
“But why did you do that? Couldn’t you make a baby yourself?”
“No honey. I kicked your father in the balls several times and his sperm count became low.”
“But how did you have me?”
“Well honey by that time we saw several doctors and they helped us in your case. In fact I asked the lady doctor to choose your father’s sperms the way that I’d have a girl. Not another boy whose balls make him weak instead.”
“Oh, mom I am so happy you did that.”
“Now honey why don’t you go Samira’s and I will teach him a thing or two about being the man of the house.”
She left for Samira’s. Mom helped him up and put him on the sofa. She then grabbed his cock and balls. He started to beg her not to hurt him again.
“Please. No mom. I’ll do anything. Please don’t pop them. I want to enjoy having balls.”
“Oh you silly boy. I ‘m not gonna hurt you. I just want to relive some of the moments that I had with your so-called daddy. And if you call me mom again I’ll rip them off with my soft hands.”
Ali shut up this time. She helped him onto the sofa near the TV and she sat beside him. She started hugging and kissing Ali. She did that before but this time she wasn’t the mom, she was the lover. She jumped on him and rubbed herself against his cock. She then took his cock out and placed them between her legs. The soft stirrup tights did the trick and Ali grew again. She was going up and down so fast. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV and VCR. The film showed several women kicking, kneeing and grabbing men’s testicles and making them cry. Most of the parts were from American movies. Both were watching uninterruptedly. There was a part where a woman was being raped so she grabbed the rapist’s balls, yanked and squeezed. The scene was going on for 25 seconds. Suddenly Ali’s mom lost control. She got up on her legs and landed a knee in to his balls. She was holding his hands on top so he couldn’t block her knee. The second knee made Ali cum all over his mom’s tights.
She got pretty mad and screamed, “Hayyyaaaah!” The third knee made Ali faint. She gained control again.
“Oh, honey I am so sorry. That was too much.” She started kissing him all over again. She didn’t notice any reaction.
“Honey, honey! Answer me.” She didn’t get any reply. She got worried. She lifted his cock and took a look at his balls. One was missing.
“Oh, I wrecked him. Oh, I am so sorry.” But she remembered something. She pressed on Ali’s stomach. The missing testicle shot back in the sac again. The pain made Ali come back. He was crying like a little girl. She then held him like a baby in her hands and sang him a lullaby. He was so humiliated that he wanted to kill her, but he was in no condition to get up. His balls were killing him. And she was holding him so tight that he couldn’t move. He realized he by himself couldn’t stand up to them. This was all Samira’s fault. He had to plan this carefully. He needed some help. He started to plot a good plan to get back at Samira.
To be continued.