Ballbusting in the Village (part 1-2)

by Sag

Winter, end of March, a small village in BC north of Canada.

There was a small restaurant which called winter sisters. There were only three workers working there: Linda, Diana and Rose. All had big butts held tight in stirrup tights because of the cold. They were the only restaurants there and they earned a lot of money. Each night Rose closed and they start to count money. On a Sunday late night Rose went to lock the door but suddenly three young boys around 19 or 20 held the door and asked for service.

“We are closed go and come back tomorrow we can not serve you at this time,” said Rose.

One of the boys answered, “Sure you can baby, especially at this time of night.” Then he pushed her and the two other entered. Each was holding a gun. One of them put the gun on Rose’s neck and warned he would shoot if Linda and Dana went for the gun or called the police. Each of the boys held one woman who was at least ten years older than them.

Rose said, “Take whatever you want and leave us alone.”

The first boy who was holding her grabbed her round butt and said, “But we want to have fun.” Suddenly Rose turned back and slapped him in the face. He got mad and said, “We will do what we want whether you like it or not. What are you going to do about it? You are just a woman.”

Linda interrupted him and said, “All right, I haven’t had it for a long time, but I want to choose.

The first boy said, “Okay, go on, which dick do you think is big enough for you?” Linda looked at the third boy who looked kind of scared but wanted to have it. She pointed at him, grabbed his hand and dragged him in to her room.

He said, “Oh I don’t want it lady; that was a joke,” but she closed the door and start rubbing his waist. He said, “Please lady, I am not in to it”

“Neither am I,” said Linda and swung her feet back and kicked him hard in the balls. He jumped up in pain and screamed like a girl but Linda held his hands so he couldn’t protect his balls. She was wearing opened-toed high heels with tan pantyhose. The next kick got both of his balls and he jumped up again, but when he was coming down she changed her posture and kneed him hard in the groin. The helpless boy, confused and with an immense pain in his manhood, started to cry like a baby. But she didn’t care, so she struck his balls with an open palm, which sounded like “dooop!”

He could only shout in pain and nothing more. Then she started squeezing the life out of his balls, a tight squeeze which made him to sink to the ground. But she didn’t let go until he was on his knees. From his shouting his friends turned back to help him but Rose and Dana from behind kicked them in the balls. They screamed and their knees started to weaken. Rose and Dana grabbed their legs and rolled them over. They started to stomp their balls with their open toe high heels. Tears appeared in the helpless boys’ eyes.

Rose grabbed a kitchen knife and held one of the boy’s balls in her hand. “Wanna cut them off right now?” said Rose. He started begging to let go.

Linda opened the door and she was dragging the poor boy on the floor. “Stop!” said Linda. If you cut it off we cannot say it was self-defense.”

“You are right,” said Dana. “Why don’t we just call Rona and Jill?” Rona and Jill were the only cops in the village.

“I want to keep this one, he is so cute,” said Linda.

“Are you crazy? These people were robbing and raping us a minute before,” said Rose.

“I know, but we had fun beating them up. Any way no male can just come here and rob us, right?

He got a hard-on when I kicked his balls; I think he likes the idea. We can practice on our techniques and we could use the extra help in the restaurant.”

“What if he escapes?”

“He won’t and if he disobeys or tell any body we just cut of his precious balls.

Then she grabbed his balls and said, “You won’t go any where right? If you stay being a good boy, we will all bust your balls.”

After ten minutes Jill the village police officer came in and stared writing a report. Every time that they told her about how they bust the poor boy’s ball Jill giggled and said she will type it exactly the same that they told her and in the news too.

The two boys were handcuffed and pushed out the door to the police car.

“What are you going to do with them Jill?” said Rose.

“I am will have fun tonight. They are going to be busted for breaking out of jail.”

“Oh! They were trying to escape already?”

“Yeah! Too bad Rona’s going to miss all the fun.”

“She isn’t in town?”

“No, she went to her wood house outside the town.”

“Is there any bad luck boy with her?”

“Yeah I guess so”

Rose got back to her friends and helped them to rope the poor eighteen-year-old boy to Linda’s bed. She was the catcher and she made the suggestion, so she would give the first ball bust that night.

“What is you name honey?” asked Dana.

“John ma’am.”

“Do you like being a slave? Be honest.”

“No ma’am.”

“Do you like to have your balls busted?”

“…”

“Come on, I saw your bubbling cock too.” She grabbed his balls and pulled. Soon tears in his eyes made Dana to quit her fun.

“Hey! Tonight is my turn,” said Linda.

“What are you going to wear Linda?”

“Something that covers my down part, I don’t want to give him the whole thing by one night.

“I think the panty hose are fine. Which color Johnny? It is your choice. Anyway, it is your balls. Tan or dark?”

“Tan, ma’am.”

“Oh, don’t call me that.”

Everybody went to their beds and John in Linda’s bed hand cuffed. It was late night and others didn’t think Linda going to do much to John’s red aching balls, but the sound of yelling and screaming of a young boy whose balls were under attack of a 35 year-old vixen made them giggle and dream about their turn for tomorrow.

PART 2

It had been four days and each woman had already got her turn with John. He wasn’t feeling too bad, except more than his balls, his pride was hurt. Imagine being punished and humiliated by three beautiful women who were older than him and the only thing that he got was a pair of red aching balls. Ice wouldn’t work this time. “I cannot stand it any more. This is my manhood that they are crushing. I am the man,” he said to himself.

“Come on in honey; help me with the dishes,” said Dana.

He came in with an innocent look that turned onto Dana’s ass.

“What are you staring at? You bad boy. Then she moved more quickly than John could imagine and punched him hard in the balls.

“Oooooooh!” His knees stared to shake and in a minute he was on his knees.

“OH! You poor piggy. Are you hurt badly?”

“Yes. It hurts like hell, please stop…”

“Shut up! I am not talking to you. I am talking to your peanuts.” The door opens and Linda came in.

“Hi. You are needed in the front, Johnny.”

“What are you doing? The customers might hear him screaming.”

“Come on, it is my turn to work on his puny manhood.”

“Maybe we should call off the attack to his balls for a change.”

“What’s the matter, already tired of it?”

“Of course not. I like using men in the way I want and remind them who is the weaker sex. But the thing is, I kind of like him. And he likes being with us. On the other hand he may tell someone about us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’ll never admit in front of anyone that he is beaten up by women and hurt through his sex. Nobody would believe him and he would be humiliated.”

“Yeah, I guess so. But you and Rose are very cruel to him.”

“Oh! How is that? He screams like an 8-year-old girl when I squeeze his balls and he has an erection. I even let him cum.”

“Do you help him cum?”

“Of course not. He does it himself and out of my bed. Oh he did that in my bed once and I grabbed and twisted his nuts until he licked it all back in.”

“That is what I am telling you. You’ve got to give the boy a break.”

“What do you expect, give him a foot job??”

Suddenly a man shouted from the front counter, “Hurry up! I am waiting for an hour.”

“Would I love to bust his balls,” said Linda.

“I just do it to John and think of people like him,” said Dana.

After the rush hour for lunch the restaurant became totally empty.

“Are you still open girls?” That voice was very familiar to the girls.

“Look folks, it’s Sonia, our self-defense teacher.”

A pretty woman in tights and high heels with her niece came in. a 17-year-old girl in a high school outfit and pantyhose. They hugged and kissed and then gathered around the table and talked about their lives and their ball-busting experiences. In that time the girl was walking around the restaurant. John was passing there and he saw the girl. Taking a long look at her legs, he decided to talk to her.

“Hey!”

“Hi.”

“New around here?”

“Yeah. My aunt wanted to visit her friends here.”

“I am John.”

“Sandy.”

“Look Sandy would you like to have a drink or something?”

“Sure, but hey… I am not interested in you.”

“Come on, we can be friends.”

“…”

After a long talk Sandy began to like John. The way he looked at her especially. She was a straight girl that if she wanted something she would have it. When John was telling her a story suddenly she interrupted him and kissed his mouth by grabbing his shirt, making him stand up and move away from the chair. The kiss was a very long one. Then she drove her nyloned knee under John’s balls, massaging them. Suddenly he backed off with fear.

“Come on Johnny, I wont hit you.” Suddenly the door opened and her aunt and her friends rushed in.

Sonia the self-defense teacher said, “Who is this boy? Do you know him girls?”

“Yeah, he works here and he is a good boy,” said Linda.

Then Sonia told Sandy, “If you don’t like him or he went too far just tell me.” She grabbed John’s balls and squeezed a little. Just enough to make him jump. “If you cheat on her or want to go too far, I will crush them.” Suddenly from the idea he got a hard-on in her hand. She got skeptical. A young scared boy with three ball-busting women in a house, that figures. But she didn’t want to ruin it for her beloved Sandy, so she didn’t say anything and got back to her friends. They gathered around the table again.

“I want to ask you girls something and I have a feeling that you will tell me the truth,” said Sonia.

“We never tell you a lie, dear you know that,” said Rose.

“Are you busting that young boy’s balls for fun?”

“Well, yes Sonia. He was with that creeps who wanted to rob us.”

“So why do you keep him? And having a criminal around is not a wise thing.”

“He is not a crook. He just went to the wrong way. And he is working hard, we don’t pay him half. He works and we enjoy humiliating him and so does he. But we can forget about it if your dear Sandy wants to take care of it.”

“Girls you are my best friends. In fact I think Sandy doesn’t want that boy this bad.”

“You and your sister are very rich and if you want a slave to humiliate, you can have John any time you want. We will send him to you or you can come here for him. Like sharing things.”

“Thank you. I think that is very generous of you.”

In the meantime Sandy was in John’s room making love. After a long session of kissing, Sandy grabbed John’s balls and massaged them in a sexy way. His erection got fatter and soon she had a big dick in her hand. Then she let go and started to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” said John.

“Back to my aunt.”

“Please don’t go. I need to cum.”

“It is not my problem.”

Then he jumped on Sandy and tried to have it. But she moved too quickly and kicked him hard in the balls. He jumped in pain but he knew if he screamed others would come and join her and he might lose his manhood under their kicks. So he covered his mouth. She used the opportunity and grabbed his hands, then kneed him soft in the balls. She pushed him on the bed and let him cover his balls.

Sandy liked to see men hold their balls in pain. It kind of turned her on. “Come on lick my cunt. “

John was too scared. “She hits the balls very hard. Not like Linda. I will do whatever she says,” he thought. Then he started licking through her pantyhose. She was in heaven. After a short time she came on his mouth.

“Good job, you pig. I am going to reward you with my foot in nylon. Then she put her sexy feet around his dick and started to rub. Before he came she put her feet away. But John was so horny that he did the rest by jerking off.

“Yes, you know I am a little tired of busting your balls and I don’t feel like punishing you when you cum on my feet.”

That night it was Dana’s turn, so John went to her room. She knew he had a hard time with Sandy, so she gave him a break.

“Sit on the couch honey,” said Dana. Then she joined him, wearing tights. “Let’s watch TV.”

An action film was on and the first actor was a sexy woman who busted men’s balls and the sound effects were very realistic. After a while she couldn’t resist. Her hand went into her cunt and she began to enjoy herself. John turned his head and saw how horny she was and he tried to get something in-between but she punched him in the balls and grabbed them with his aroused dick. First she pulled them up, so that he stood up then she started to squeeze the life out of his balls. He started to beg her to let go. The squeeze continued till he was on his knees, eyes full of tears, red face and hands on the red aching balls. She pushed him on the floor on his back, began to take off his pants.

“Oh! How cute, your little manhood is as red as a tomato now. Not feeling too powerful now, are you John? Perhaps I should ask your balls.” Then she put her high heels on and stepped on his balls and flattened them to the floor. He jumped up and blacked out in pain. She was kind of afraid to destroy his manhood, so she stepped on his dick. She put her weight on his dick. It became red and suddenly his cock burst out lots of cum all around the place, including Dana’s feet. She kicked his balls lightly to wake him to make him clean his mess, but he was out for good.

“Oh well, I guess I didn’t give him a break after all,” said Dana. Then she dragged him to the bed and lay next to him. She couldn’t sleep. She needed something to play with. She held John in her arms and placed her knee under his balls. She imagined how he was going to be ball-busted when he woke up and suddenly received a knee first thing in the morning.

(The story has a third part too; I will start to write it as soon as possible.)

Young and Curious (part 1-4)

By rocketeer

It was my eight grade year. I was making the transition from being a confused seventh grader to a cocky immature eighth grader. It's a confusing time, as people are changing, both physically and mentally. I was average for my age-height wise, bulk wise, and sexually speaking. In eighth grade, most kids are still curious about the opposite sex. I was no exception, and sometimes curiosity can cause you to ignore dangers. I had no girlfriend at that time that I would have even considered having sex with, but that doesn't have anything to do with liking the girls I knew or being horny at all. I had quite a few female friends, and come to find out they were as curious about me as I was of them.

After school had been in session, I had been hanging out at my neighbor’s house in most of my spare time. He was the same age as me, although he went to a different school. He was more athletic than me, and was great at both baseball and basketball. I was average at both but worse at baseball. Both of his parents worked, so they were rarely home. He had a sister named Monica who was a year younger than me. She always liked to hang out with us, as there were few girls her age in our neighborhood. She was much like her brother, that is active and athletic. She would go on to be great at softball, volleyball, and basketball.

The routine usually was my friend would call me after school or in the mornings on weekends and I would come over or I would just come over and he would be there. We always used his house, because he had a large yard and his parents were never home. He also had an unending supply of Mountain Dew, a kid’s best friend. There are a number of things we would do including sports in the backyard, watching TV, b-ball in the driveway, tag in the dark (outside at night or in the basement), etc. It was quite common for Monica's friend Amber to come over when she was available as well. She lived somewhat close but could only come in good weather as she had to ride her bike and the distance was just too far in rain or cold. She was average, less athletic than Monica or my friend. Unlike Monica's long blond hair, she had only shoulder length brown hair. Her skin was well tanned.

One Saturday, I came over to their house only to find my friend gone having staying the night at a mutual friend’s house. Monica bid me to stay and hang out for a while, hinting that my friend would be back shortly. I decided I had nothing better to do, as I had no plans. It wasn't that I had a crush on Monica or anything, but we were friends. We sat down and watched some TV. Then she got up, got me a soda and sat back down. We were watching some MTV and everything was pretty cool. She was decked out in shorts, flip flop sandals and a replica b-ball jersey over a small black sports bra. She was only in seventh grade, and was just starting to get breasts. Then Amber showed up so Monica got up to let her in. Amber was wearing cut off jean shorts and a baby tee up top, with white shoes. She sat between us and grabbed the remote. As she was flipping through the stations, she caught a scene where a guy kicked another guy in the groin, and that guy was rolling around on the ground afterward.

The girls watched the scene and then looked at each other. "How come he can take kicks and punches constantly anywhere else, but one kick ‘there’ and he is on the ground?" Monica looked at me and asked.

"Testicles are sensitive," I said, uncomfortably.

"Oh," she said, seemingly satisfied.

We watched the show a little longer, and then I went to use the restroom. When I returned both girls were looking at each other. I didn't really like what I was seeing, though I didn't yet know what it meant.

"Umm, we were just talking and-you know-neither of us has ever seen a guys testicles," Monica started. "Although I remember seeing my brother’s penis..."

Amber started in, "We were wondering, since you're a guy and all... and you're our friend, could we please see yours... just so we know what they're like?”

I shifted uncomfortably. "Well..." I said. “They’re kind of personal..."

"But please... You're the only one we can ask. My brother would be too weird," Monica pleaded.

"I... I... " I stuttered. "I'll let you girls look for a sec as long as you don't tell your parents, your brother, or your friends." Both girls smiled and promised they wouldn't. Then they each got up and grabbed a hand, one on either side and escorted me to Monica’s room. Her room wasn't large per say, but it was big enough for a full bed, a desk, and floor space. They lead me in front of the bed, and each sat down facing me on the bed, eyes level with my waist as it was a rather low bed.

How does a young guy show two girls, his friends, his most valuable possessions? I took a deep breath and then undid my button and fly, and stepped out of my denim shorts. There I was in my boxers and a t-shirt in front of two girls, already feeling nervous and ashamed. I worried that since Monica had seen her bro's penis, mine might be smaller, especially since I was so nervous. Then the girls called for me to take off my shirt which was hanging past my waste, so I took that off and stood in my boxers, afraid to take them off.

Part II

Standing in front of Monica and Amber, while in my boxers, I not only had second thoughts, but third, fourth, and fifth as well. I got scared, and looked Monica in the eyes and told her I couldn't do it. Monica stood up took my hand again and lead me into the bedroom across the hall. She explained that she had told Amber that I would be willing to expose myself...and she didn't want to be wrong. I explained that I didn't feel comfortable...being naked in front of two girls. She suggested just relaxing a while, and then seeing if we could go further. I followed her back into the other room, and she invited me to lie on her bed. I jumped on and laid stomach down, and she climbed on next to me in the same position. Amber sat in the chair across from the bed.

Then Monica started a conversation. She talked about weather, friends, etc, nothing of importance. After about fifteen minutes of this, the conversation dwindling, she looked at me, five inches away, and told me to stand up. I stood up in front of the bed where she was laying, facing her, while Amber sat off to my side on the chair. Monica reached out her arms, sticking her painted nails on the inside of the elastic that held on my boxers. Then she proceeded to slowly lower them down over by wet noodle of a dick and my hanging balls. I felt extremely exposed. Then she let the boxers fall down to my ankles.

"Wow!" Amber exclaimed "Look at all that hair down there!" I did have a lot, covering my balls and around my cock. Monica just lay silent examining by balls with her intent gaze. Then she opened her lips and asked if she could touch my penis and testicles. Since I had gone so far already, I saw no reason to not let them have a quick feel. I told her she could do whatever makes her happy. She poked at my soft penis, and then began to fondle it and my balls. My penis became engorged and stood upright, causing her to withdraw her hand.

"I think he like's that!" yelled Amber. Then Amber took a turn to feel my now hard cock. She squeezed the head of it, feeling the softer tip, and then ran her fingers to the base. Then she grabbed each of my balls in turn, rolling them in her finger. I, like any other guy, enjoy experiencing the soft touch of a girl’s hands on my balls. I opened my legs a little farther to allow easier access for the girls. Then in an unexpected turn of events Amber started to flick my balls with her finger. Each time she did, she caused me to flinch, causing Monica to giggle.

"Does that hurt?" Amber asked. Not wanting to show weakness, I told her it didn't really bother me, and wincing was just a reflex. Then Monica took over the reigns again, tugging on each ball, seeing how far it would extend from its home. She didn't grab it hard enough of pull far enough to really cause me pain, but it wasn't as pleasant as the first time she had fondled me.

"Is a man's equipment always that size?" Amber asked. I told her some were bigger and some were smaller, I was pretty much average. They played with my penis for what seemed like hours, but was actually only about 15 minutes. Since they had been touching me for a while there was some pre-cum coming from my penis. They touched it and asked what it was from. I told them that when I get excited or stimulated, precum acts as a lubricant for my penis. Then the girls looked at each other just as they had before and said they wanted to see sperm. I told them that guys usually look at magazines and stimulate themselves. They asked what magazines and I told them ones with women in bikinis and lingerie. They asked if I they could help me masturbate. I looked at them with a questioning look and told them I guess it was okay. At this, they told me to lie on the bed on my back. I did and Amber sat beside me. Then she reached over and grabbed my dick and started to rub it. My dick got hard again and, although Amber didn't have perfect technique, it wasn't long and I shot a large load up in the air and all over my chest. The girls looked at me and laughed. It felt really good to be able to "perform" well enough to please the little ladies.

Then Amber stopped rubbing and my dick got soft.

"Can you do that again?" Monica asked. I told her it would be a while, as I needed to reload. She smiled and nodded. I asked her if I could clean up, and she said that she and Amber would give me a bath. I said alright.

They lead me into the bathroom, and started running water. The water they used was really warm, and I was thinking that it didn't get much better than this. They took soap and washed all my 2000 parts. When they got to my crotch, they asked if they should use shampoo, and then they laughed. Then Monica got an idea, and asked if they could shave me. I immediately said no, but both of them pleaded and told me they both shaved their legs and were good at it. Being the softy that I am, I gave in. They lathered up and did really well. I was afraid of having a bloody sac, but they did without many nicks or cuts.

When they were done, I got up out of the water. With less hair covering my balls, they actually looked smaller, but because of the hot water, they were hanging really low. It is in this light that the girls had another idea...

Part III

As I go out of the tub, and was drying off, I could already feel the difference that existed from having my crotch shaved. My balls were hanging low in the sack from the heat of the water.

Monica commented, saying, "It looks like a little punching bag!" Amber just stared with a devilish smile. I was actually getting comfortable being a plaything for these girls. Although I no longer felt in control, I was providing amusement for them. Heck, I like to entertain and I aim to please. This was still my first time being exposed to anyone other than the doc though, except for gym class and football practice in the locker room.

Monica, seeing me in this way, asked if I had ever ‘been kicked in the balls’.

I didn't like where this was going but I just answered saying, "No, I haven't." She said she really wondered what it would feel like to kick a guy ‘there’, and how he would react. I told her I didn't know, and didn't want to find out.

She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Is someone a little chicken? Is a big strong man like you afraid of a little girl like me?"

I told her there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity. Then Amber started begging. I hadn't been hit hard in the nuts at all during my life. I considered myself lucky. Now, when two girls are begging to issue you pain in the balls, I was experiencing some confusion. I wanted to let them, but I was afraid. I figured a logical answer for me was to ask what I'd get out of it.

They turned to each other and then started conversing. I waited, hoping they would drop the idea. Instead they stopped talking, told me to stay and went in another room. I stayed where I was, naked, and nervous.

A couple minutes later they came back. They said they had a proposition for me. If I would let each of them kick me in the testicles, they would be my servants for the rest of the day... meaning they would do some cooking, massaging, etc. Nothing major.

I contemplated, and thought I would give it a try. They lead me into the basement, in which there was an exercise mat. I stood on the mat with my legs about shoulder width apart, hands dangling in front.

Monica told me, "Hands behind your back." I complied then she jumped in front of me and slowly raised her bare foot till it rested under my balls. My dick was soft at this time. Monica started moving her foot causing my balls to bob up and down. After a few seconds of this, my penis started standing up for her. With it in the air, there was no protection from her foot. She brought her foot back down, and looked at me a second. Then I saw her swing her foot back, then up, catching me on target. Initially I felt pressure and then a shooting pain jumped from my groin into my stomach. In retrospect, it wasn't a super hard kick. She did take it easy on me. I hunched over, but didn't fall or drop. It hurt, but in a few minutes, I was standing upright again.

Monica was beaming. "I felt them against my toes!" she exclaimed. My balls were hurting. Then I knew there was more to come.

Amber squatted down in front of my and grabbed my balls, causing me to jerk. "I just want to examine them!" she said. They were fine, only a little red. "Can you still take another hit?" she asked. Although I didn't want to, I told her my word is my bond. She smiled and said she was hoping so because she was getting excited.

Part IV

I really didn't want to let Amber take her turn. I still had a dull ache in my balls and it could only get worse with her. Still, I didn't want to look too weak in front of these girls, and I wouldn't mind being serviced for the rest of the day. Amber took a few practice swings in the air, and flexed her leg. She circled around me and then stopped in front. She told me she wanted me to spread my legs open a little more. I started to move them apart just a bit. She said, “Even more.” When she was satisfied, they were four feet apart. She then told me to bend over and put my hands on the ground. I looked at her funny and she repeated her order. I obeyed. Now I was bent in half, and was looking through my legs. She walked behind me, so to me she looked upside down. Then she drew her foot back, and let it go. I could see it coming and then I felt it. It didn't hurt any less coming from the back. I fell over, right on my bent over head. It hurt like heck.

Both girls burst out laughing at the scene. My hands went to my crushed twins. She hit me harder than Monica had. I felt really nauseous. It took some time for the pain to subside. Both girls watched me groaning with little concern in their face. Monica commented on the face I had made. I didn't really understand why they liked it so much. I laid there for quite some time. Then they helped me to the couch upstairs, and got some ice for my balls. There was noticeable swelling, but nothing too extreme. It was the first for me.

They sat with me, while I lay on the couch most of the afternoon. They treated me real nice all afternoon, getting me beverages and ordering me a pizza. I was actually in too much pain to get up and do anything, but oh well. They were content with the experience, and I was the first boy to show them my goods. That's the only time they busted my balls on purpose, although there were sports incidents in the future. Future truth and dare games left me stripped again as well, but that's a different story. Any time Monica and I would see someone get kicked or hit in the balls, movie or other, she would look at me and smile.

Teaching the Teacher (part 2-3)

By rocketeer

(sequel to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/08/teaching-teacher-part-1.html)

Joe cringed as Teya fondled his swollen jewels in her soft hands. He was definitely in a predicament, on the ground, hands bound behind his back and pants around his ankles. There stood a beautiful 11th grader who just kicked him in the testicles. Teya let go of his balls and again walked away. He could hear the telephone dialing, and then Teya talking on the line but he couldn't make out everything that she was saying. It sounded like she was telling someone to come over, saying she had a surprise. A few minutes later she was back. Joe was still feeling the pain, but was fully aware of the position he was in. He tried to get up by rolling over and rising to his knees.

Teya immediately asked him, "Where do you think you're going?" Joe couldn't plead or say anything, with her panties in his mouth. Teya looked around the room and saw a dish towel lying around. She took it and tied it around Joe to act as a blindfold. Then she pushed him on his stomach in front of the couch. She walked up behind him. His balls were hanging out from between his legs and against the floor. She took her right sandaled foot and started to apply pressure, watching as the fragile jewels tried to escape the horrible pressure, flattening and straining against the scrotum skin that held them in place. She was clearly enjoying the power she had over Joe as all he could do was wince at the pain she was inflicting. Teya did this for what seemed like hours to Joe but was actually only a few minutes.

There was a knock at the door and Teya yelled, "Come in!" There stood Heather, Teya's younger sister. She was in 8th grade, and shared her sister’s good looks.

Teya explained to Joe, "See, my sis has never had the opportunity to see testicles or even touch them. I thought since you're a teacher, you could give my sister an anatomy lesson. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to give her a biology lesson, and then she's going to have a lab. I'm going to take out your gag and you’re not going to scream or say anything unless I tell you to. If you should, I can't guarantee the safety of favorite eggs."

She removed the panties from his mouth, and helped him up. His member had become flaccid, and his balls were swollen, about 1/3 larger than normal. Although Joe was blindfolded, he had seen Heather before and knew that although she was young, she was in shape. He felt embarrassed, and scarred. In front of the class, he was in charge, but now he had no leverage. He felt Heather's hand touch his penis, cautiously at first. As she poked and prodded, Joe’s penis began to come to life again. Heather giggled as she grabbed his surging member, amazed at how hard it had become. Teya handed a felt tipped marker to Heather and told her to label the model.

Heather wrote P-e-n-i-s across his shaft, then stood back and admired her work as Teya laughed at the sight. Then she wrote teste on each swollen ball. Heather then blurted out, "I want to see him shoot!"

Teya said, "Okay," as she took Joe's penis in her hand and started to work it back and forth in her hands. It wasn't long and he started gasping as his sperm flew from his urethra and landed upon Heather, landing on her short skirt and dripping onto her legs.

"Eww!" Heather issued. "He got jizzz on me! I want him to clean it off!" Teya answered by removing Joe's blindfold and telling him to lick it off, saying if he didn't do a good job, he'd pay.

Defeated and humiliated, he got on his knees and started licking it off, starting just above the flip flops she was wearing and working her way up. She had smooth legs, and they weren't as developed as her sisters, they were still skinny like younger girls. He passed her knees and started up to her thighs, and then up to her skirt.

"I think he deserves to be punished for getting that crap on me!" Heather shouted in her whiney adolescent childish voice. "Can I kick him in the nuts?"

"Sure," Teya replied. Teya grabbed Joe by the arm and pulled him up, then kicked out his legs so that they were spread and his balls were dangling.

Heather kicked off her sandals, and stood with her hands on her hips. She said, "This is gonna hurt you more than it’s gonna hurt me," and she took a step forward and kicked her teenage foot up and smashed his balls against his pelvis.

He grunted and then collapsed. Heather squealed with excitement as she felt his balls compact against her foot. Joe doubled over and collapsed on the ground. Heather smiled in delight. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs. She had no idea that it could be so fun. It took Joe quite some time to be able to move to another position, but Heather wasn't done yet.

Heather and Teya sat down on the couch and decided on what else they could do that night....

Part III

As Joe lay on the floor, recovering from the devastating blows he had just received, Heather and Teya were exploring the house, looking for something to keep them amused. They decided that the light rope they found along with the digital camcorder that Joe had recently purchased would come in handy. Then they checked back on Joe who was still where they left him. With Joe's hands still behind his back, he had no way of combating the two young girls and besides that he was already very weak.

They took the rope and tied it behind his two testicles at the base of the scrotum. His balls were swollen and every time they touched them he hurt. Then Teya took the camcorder and got it ready to tape. Heather ordered Joe on his knees, and he submissively complied. She then told him to bow and kiss her feet for the camera. Knowing he had no choice, he bent down, and kissed her bare feet. Then she took the rope and tugged on it enough to bring him to his feet. The rope yanked on his swollen nuts, causing excruciating agony. Then Heather ordered Joe to straddle the rope with his legs, and face away. He swung a leg over the rope and faced away from Heather. Then she told him to pull on the rope as hard as he could. He strained against the rope, all the while his tormented nutsack being pulled back between his legs, stretched to the max.

From the point of Teya, this looked very funny behind the camera. Then Heather let go of her side of the rope, and since Joe had been applying force per instructions, he fell flat on his face. Heather laughed at the sight of a naked adult lying face first on the floor with a light rope tied around his genitals. She walked and untied the rope from his nuts. At this point Teya stopped recording, and came over. She told Joe to stand up. With a little assistance, he was able to get up. Then she said she would make a deal.

Knowing that Joe was weak and in pain now, she offered a physical challenge. Heather, the eighth grader would "fight" with Joe, and if Heather won, Joe would give Teya an A in the class, and would let Heather or Teya "play" with his balls every weekend for the rest of the semester. But Joe should win and Heather submit then Teya would fail, and Joe’s balls would be safe. Also, Teya would give Joe oral sex, and would let him feel up the legs that that he liked so much. Joe had no say in that matter, as he had no power.

Heather shot Teya a confused look. "Why would you offer him that? You have enough on him for an A already.”

"It's only fair to give him a sporting chance, sis." Joe nodded, acknowledging that he would go with the deal as if he had a choice anyway. Teya untied Joe’s hands from behind his back. He immediately felt his right, then his left testicle to check for irreparable damage. They were both intact but bruised and beaten. Heather remained in her short skirt, but took off her tee to reveal a sports bra. She didn't have much for cleavage, but her breasts were perky. Joe thought that even though he was in pain, he could manage. Teya picked up the camcorder and told them to go outside. Joe's yard was fenced in with a privacy fence, and although it was now dark outside, there was a large light that really lightened up the yard. The yard was grass. Joe walked outside; every time his nuts hit his leg he felt a sharp pain. He stopped in the middle of the yard and turned to face Heather.

Teya had the camcorder in hand and was ready to roll. She said, first to give in loses and she smiled at Joe with a cruel, twisted smile. Heather took a step toward Joe and Joe quickly covered his already damaged balls. Heather just smiled and punched him in the stomach. Normally a punch like that wouldn't hurt, but today, in his case he felt the pain. Then he moved to block and kicked with a leg sweep. It worked and Heather fell. Joe moved to get on top of her but as he went down she raised her knee and he landed on it, unable to move fast enough to avoid it. It hurt but he was almost used to it by now. He rolled off her and got up. She also got up and again faced him. This time he started the offensive. Stepping toward her, he seized her neck, but didn't cover any of his vital areas, and Heather grabbed his dangling members, and began to squeeze as hard as she could. He let go of her and hunched over, then she hit him on the back of the head and he ate dirt. With his but in the air and face to the ground, his balls were dangling perfectly and she quickly prepared to kick from the back. It was a perfect kick, with everything she had. His body crumbled and lay still. He was out cold.

Soccer Game (part 1-2)

By rocketeer

This story is a work of fiction, and all minors involved are fictional.

It was the summer after I graduated, and I was 18, almost 19. I lived in my parents’ house in a suburb, next to a vacant lot, which provided space for various activities, which all neighbors utilized. Since my sophomore year, I had started to fantasize about submission, and also exhibition. Still, I was a great A student, and also into sports (football). I didn't want to stand out as an oddball. I wasn't sexually active at the time, as I had no time. Not ugly, but not exactly a teen idol either. I, Ben, could best be described at average.

Like I mentioned before, I had fantasies. Most had to do with girls my age, but sometimes they involved older women (30s) and sometimes younger girls (teens). In any event, I'm not the type to act on these fantasies. Still, when I saw neighborhood girls decked out in short skirts and tight tank tops, I did get to thinking. The neighbor that lived on the other side of the empty lot had a daughter around the age of 13 named Kara.

She was good looking for her age, and very athletic. She was just getting breasts, and her legs were maturing as well, a vast change from the knees and twigs that she had earlier. On the day in question, she and two of her friends were playing in the field. They had a soccer ball, and were doing a little dribbling and shooting. I won't lie, as I saw them in nothing but bikini uppers, and short soccer shorts, I felt movement south of the border. It was hot, so I suppose they wanted to get a tan to look good for the freshman boys they would be seeing. I decided to walk over and play a little.

I walked over and asked how they were doing. Kara's friends were the same age as her, and looked a lot alike, except they both had blond hair and she was a brunette. Their names were Lori and Megan. Lori's Hair was shoulder length, while Megan had long hair that fell partway down her back. Today it was in a ponytail. The girls said they were practicing for a game in two days. I told them that to be honest; I'd seen seals do more with a soccer ball than they were.

Kara looked at me and said, "Shut up or I'll...."

"You'll what?" I asked challengingly.

"I'll kick you in the balls!" she said as she demonstrated her technique by swinging her foot in the air.

That was probably the wrong thing to say to me, as I was dying to be kicked in the balls. The truth is, it is kind of hard for a guy to get kicked in the balls when they actually want to be, unless they are open with their fetishes.

"Even I could beat you at soccer!" I yelled at her, sounding overconfident.

She replied, "In your dreams!"

I said, "Two on one, and if I lose, then you can kick me in the balls!" There, I said it, and I did it without letting on about my secret desires. I just sound cocky now.

She replied by saying, "Okay, but one more rule...

PART 2

After having volunteered the terms of a bet to get busted, Kara had but one condition: if she won, she would get the first kick, but then Lori and Megan would have a turn. I of course agreed, trying not to show my anticipation. I kicked off my shoes and socks to prepare for the two on one game. I never was good at soccer, but only I knew that. Lori volunteered to sit while Megan and Kara took the field. I started out with the ball, and actually did fairly well. The field wasn't full size, and the goals were marked with cones. We had agreed to play up to five, as I didn't want to get too exhausted. I actually scored the first goal, but then fell behind, trailing four to two. Lori had replaced Megan, and I was no match. Although a willing loser, I tried to make the last point look good, diving to make a block as Lori kicked the ball in to my goal. I rolled over on my back looking up.

Kara walked up to me between my legs and put her foot on my crotch smiling triumphantly and saying, "Guess what comes next!"

I told her, "Alright, you win." I could feel myself getting excited and I'm glad she removed her foot, as she would have felt my member harden with her bare foot.

I got up and said, "Where?" She motioned for me to follow her as she headed behind her house. Behind her house and kiddy corner from the field is a small thatch of dense brush and a little clearing. She stopped in the middle and turned around. I suspected that she chose the spot because no one could see it from the road, or even from inside her house unless they were looking really hard.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Now what?"

She said, "Spread your legs silly!" I did as she requested, and moved my legs apart to past shoulder width. She said, "I've always wanted to try this!" as she slammed her foot up into my crotch. It hit like a brick, a sharp pain that started in my lower torso and then spread upward as I hunched in agony. Megan and Lori looked in wonder. I realized that it was unlikely they were familiar with testicles and their properties at all. I managed to remain standing although I gagged, gasped, and remained bent. Still, I could feel my penis stirring again, in spite of the massive pain.

Kara's look of amusement changed to a look of concern as she asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded. It took a few minutes before I was able to stand upright again, not like a WWF wrestler who recovers in a few seconds.

Kara looked at Lori and said, "I could feel them against my foot as I kicked!" Lori let out a giggle. My cock was now pretty hard and I knew that the girls would be able to see it as I straightened up. I did so slowly.

I could tell that Lori was the first one to see the bulge in my shorts. Then Kara noticed, and Megan caught sight of it after Kara said, "What happened!?" while pointing to my crotch.

Megan said, "Why did your dick grow?"

So much for being inconspicuous....

Sorority Fun

by Robin

Hi y'all. Been studying, so haven't filled you in on the Sisters and our slaves in KDK Sorority. Last Saturday, we had a ball – he, he, pardon the pun. Our stable of stud slaves is now ten. We prepared them for a little intersorority competition by getting them nice and hard and then tying their cock to their stomach with duct tape (what else?). This left their balls nice and exposed, front and center. It also gave them incentive to stay hard, cause when their thing shrank, it couldn't go where it wanted because of the tape - so it was stretched where it didn't want to be. (Is that clear?)

We invited the sisters of the DG sorority to join us for some "ball games"; we told the sisters to wear their best cock teasing outfits. To give an example, I wore a mini-mini, no underwear, no bra and a low cut blouse that didn't leave much to the imagination (I have been told that my tits are my best feature--- clearly they registered ten out of ten on the cock meter. Some of the sisters even went topless.

The first competition was pitching. The boys made two lines (five in each—or ten balls in each), one for each sorority. Each sorority designated five girls each would get five pitches with a wiffle ball. You guessed it; the target was right between the balls. The scoring was 1 point for hitting him in the balls, five points for hitting him so badly that he falls over and ten points if he cries. Each guy took five pitches from about ten yards away. Did I mention that we and DG played in the finals of the intramural softball championship? So we each had some good pitchers.

Our first pitcher, Kim, made contact on all five of her pitches. By the end, he was bawling and begging on his knees for her to stop-- twenty points!

The DG pitcher didn't do as well, only connecting on three pitches, though one knocked the boy over -- eight points.

In the end, we won. There were a number of swollen, red ball sacks (ten to be exact).

Since the boys were not yet ready for any further competitions, we untaped their cocks (that also brought some screams) and had them stand at attention while we partook of refreshments.

The DG's took advantage of the time to inspect the merchandise a bit. They were tugging and slapping and comparing sizes -- just good old girl fun.

I don't have time to go into all the competitions, but the last one was the most fun (at least for me). We took bets on which male could shoot his white stuff the farthest. The boys were used to the KDK sisters taking advantage of them, but being exposed and milked in front of this new set of women (especially the way they were dressed) was total humiliation. None of them even looked at us as they were put side by side on their knees and told to beat it. The incentive? Well there would be no winner -- just a loser. Whoever was the shortest shooter would have to clean up the mess (with his tongue). The girls with the winning bets got to pick one of the non-losers and have her way with him. Oh yeah, there was a time-limit of two minutes; if after that time anyone who hadn't shot yet was the loser. If there were more than one loser, they got to give each other blowjobs.

You should have seen those hands move. Some used their fingers, so their fists. It was like a seminar on how males masturbate -- there must be fifty ways to stroke your lover. The longest male sent his seed ten feet! Remarkable. The shortest: for two guys it just dribbled out. We decided to award the guy with the larger cock with the loser designation, since we felt a larger cock should shoot further than a smaller one.

We enjoyed the additional humiliation those two got when we measured them right after coming. I have heard that after coming, their balls are the most sensitive, which is why we gave each a few squeezes to see if it lengthened their shaft -- it didn't. We all enjoyed watching the losing male lick up all the seed -- I think most women love to see a man eat cum.

At the end of the day, the DG's asked if they could borrow one of our slaves. We agreed and another dom house was born.

Police Control

By punchy

It is some time far in the future, and the first woman has been elected President of the United States. Shortly after her election, she issues an executive order terminating all male law enforcement officers, making both the civilian and military police a completely female force. She says that it's to stop an unusually high incidence of police brutality that started occurring recently. Women are less aggressive than men, she explains, but can be just as effective if given proper training.

As a response to this, a number of disgruntled male citizens begin a series of attacks on the female police force as well as female civilians. Violent crimes against women skyrocket, including a large number of rapes, murders, muggings and assaults. There is a public outcry, both from women, and from male citizens who have wives or family members who were victimized. The President is urged to do something to stem the tide of violence. She is scheduled to give a televised speech addressing the nation one night.

Finally, she comes on the air and speaks, "Fellow Americans. As we all know, there has been a recent rise in bold and violent crimes directed at the female portion of the population. I believe that this is the work of a small minority of male citizens who are insecure and threatened by the recent changes made in the police force. Most male as well as female citizens agree with me. I believe that we cannot let our actions be dictated by a small minority of violent individuals. It is my duty to protect all Americans, and I have been urged to take drastic measures to protect our female population. Most of these crimes occur between the hours of nine o'clock at night and seven o'clock in the morning. As an emergency measure, I am issuing a nationwide curfew over all male citizens during those hours. Police will be patrolling the streets everywhere to enforce this curfew. I am also ordering all male citizens to report to their local law enforcement agency within the next three months to be fingerprinted and registered in our database. Blood and hair samples will also be required. Such a large database will be very costly, and doubling its size would make no sense. We know that women are not responsible for these crimes so there is no need to burden our database with them. You must remember that this is only information gathering. It is not our intention to trample on civil rights. As for the curfew, this is a bit invasive, and it may seem like discrimination, but it is an emergency measure. Allowing women to feel safe after hours from rape and assault is the paramount issue. Thank you and God bless America." With that, her speech ended, and that was that.

Donald, a store owner, had kept his store open until midnight for the last ten years. Now, he had to send all of his male employees home at eight thirty, so that they could get home in time to obey the curfew. He also had to hire new female employees and extend the hours of those that he had. In addition, they started to demand more money, as they were now in a position of high demand for any job that required work after hours. Worst of all, he had to leave his own store at eight thirty, and cede control to a female employee, as acting manager.

At eight twenty-five, his employee, Katherine, yelled over the loud speaker, "Guys, it's time to get going, the curfew's about to start. That goes for customers too. Any male customer must proceed to checkout immediately." With that, he, and his male employees, started to gather their things and head out, and all of the male customers scrambled to get in line, while the female ones casually kept shopping, as if nothing had happened.

As he was walking out of the door, a male customer asked him, "Hey store owner, you gotten registered with the coppers yet?"

"No, I haven't," he replied. "I just keep putting it off."

"Well, you better do it soon. Tomorrow’s the last day and there's a three to four day line."

Later that night, he phoned Katherine. "Hi, Kathy? It's me, Donald. I've totally forgotten to register with the police and it may take a few days. I need you to take over the store for however long it takes me to come back. Can you handle that?"

"All right," she replied with jubilation. "Store owner, for, like four days? Awesome. I'll need extra pay for that though."

"Whatever you want Kathy. I don't have any time to make other arrangements."

"Cool," she said, and hung up.

Next morning, bright and early, Donald went over to the police station, and got in what seemed like a mile long line of men. There were vending machines and restrooms but no chairs and at night everyone slept on the tiled floor.

Finally, he got to the front of the line, and approached a police officer.

"Name?" she demanded, looking at him for only a brief instant.

"Donald West," he replied.

"Date of birth, height, and weight," she demanded impatiently.

"March nineteenth, nineteen seventy four. One hundred sixty pounds. Five foot three inches."

"Go over to Mrs. Kelly," she commanded, pointing to a beautiful brunette standing behind an ink pad.

"Put out your right hand" Mrs. Kelly demanded. Hesitantly, Donald complied. Mrs. Kelly then grabbed the hand and pressed it down into the ink pad, smearing ink all over his palm. She then pressed it roughly against a white piece of paper.

"Now your left," she demanded. This time he was a little more hesitant. Mrs. Kelly very impatiently grabbed his left hand and did the same thing.

"This isn't pulling teeth you know. I've been doing this all day and I’d like it if you would speed things up," she said.

"Now wipe your hands off," she said, handing him a paper towel. He did.

"Go over to the wall, put your hands on it and spread your legs," she demanded.

"What?" he began to protest.

"Just do it!" she yelled. "We need our officers to practice arrest and search procedures on males and we don't have any male employees or willing volunteers. We're picking random citizens as subjects and if you don't comply it's ten days in jail. Now I'm sick of explaining this over and over again, so do I have to repeat myself?"

Donald did as he was told. A bunch of female cops came into the room. One of them walked up behind him and started patting him down. Then she grabbed his wallet and threw it back. He didn't say anything. He would get it back, wouldn't he? Then she reached her hands down between his legs and grabbed his balls. She first patted lightly and then gave them a firm squeeze. The mild pain and shock of the experience kept him silent and motionless. Then she continued to pat him down and finally stopped.

The same thing happened with each of the others, about ten of them. They all grabbed his balls as part of their frisking, some harder than others. A few of them squeezed hard enough to cause him to start to double over. None of them gave any concern to the matter. When all of them were done, he was told to turn around to face them, which he did.

Finally, Mrs. Kelly spoke again. "Okay, that went well people. Now it's time for the arrest of the more hostile citizen." With that, one of the women went up to him, reached out and grabbed his balls and his throat at the same time. She squeezed both hard and Donald was driven back towards the wall. He started to choke and started to struggle to get free. Her grip was like iron, however, and he was too light-headed to think, especially with the firm iron grip on his balls.

Finally, she stopped, leaving him to catch his breath. His throat was sore, and his balls were pounding like hammers. He started to cough and then inhale in short, struggling bursts.

"Good," Mrs. Kelly continued. "You see how incapacitated the male was? Now it's time for some more practices," she said, with a grin. Suddenly, Donald noticed that all of the women had grins on their faces, and a chill ran down his spine.

Tina and Kim

By Pseudonym

Our relationship started off normal enough (Tina's her name). We dated a few times, saw a few movies, you know... just had a good time.

After about a month, she invited me to stay the night. Needless to say, it was lovely. This went on for about a year. We learned what each other like, where to touch and when.

It was about that time when she seemed to want me to get "rougher." She wanted me to spank her, squeeze her tits, stick my finger in her ass during sex, etc. I also remember that was when Kim started hanging around a lot. I began to wonder if they were seeing each other on the side. Perhaps they wanted a threesome? I had never done anything like that and wasn't real sure about it.

So, one night the three of us were getting drunk and playing scrabble, (yes, I know… geek!), and Kim says out of the blue "I hear you're getting real good."

After asking what that means, she says "Tina tells me her orgasms with you have reached all time peak."

Then she winks at Tina and says, "Told you so." This led into a discussion about why it should feel good to get spanked and have your tits squished while fucking?

Then Tina surprised me. "If you get really horny, don't your balls hurt? It’s kinda like that for us too."

OK, she had sort of a point. I ask, "So, by making your tits and ass hurt, you get hornier and climax?"

In unison, they both say, "Exactly!"

Tina says, "Let us show you. I can see that you're interested." I had two thoughts at once there. "Us?" and yup, the evidence is apparent. I ask what they had in mind.

Tina says, "I'll suck your dick while Kim is behind you squeezing your balls." My worried look at Kim get the response "Don't worry, I've done this before."

What the hell, I think. (Remember, we're all pretty drunk.)

So now imagine the scene a few moments later. I've stripped nude in front of two gals. I also have to admit, I was flattered when Kim said to Tina "You're right, it’s perfect!"

Made my day there.

Now Tina grabs me and pulls me towards her. She starts the normal sucking and licking she knows I like, and (behind me) Kim says "Ready?" Sure, go ahead. Then I feel her hands grip around my balls. Now, that was an interesting sensation. Then she started squeezing a little harder and the pressure was definitely noticeable. I look down and notice Tina is fingering herself and taking more of me into her mouth than she normally does.

Kim is now doing something like one of those stress release toy things… squeeze, release, squeeze, release.

She whispers over my shoulder into my ear, "Feels just like blue balls, like you just have to come soon doesn't it?"

“Yeah,” says I. I'm not going to last long like this. "Kiss me." So, I turn my head left and she leans in, still doing the stress ball thing.

"No, I mean tongue too." So, we start an over-the-shoulder French kiss frenzy.

Meanwhile, Tina's fingering is doing its job and she starts moaning....well, humming.

Kim and I seem to be getting into the rhythm of Tina's motions and when she starts her orgasm, Kim grabs my head with her other hand and pulls our faces together kissing like we are trying to swallow one another. Then her grip on my balls stops cycling and just gets harder and harder and harder. There is a definite aspect of pain involved in this, but I just couldn't help myself. I came so hard I thought I might hurt Tina! Talk about "mother load!"

Well now, once we all calmed down a bit, Tina says "you never came that much before!”

“That was great!" Kim says "Told you so."

Then Tina asks Kim "What about you?"

Kim says, "I'm fine, I masturbated this morning… next time." (She smiles at me.)

Kim asks me "So, what do you think?" GREAT is about all that come to mind.

We spent the rest of the evening joking with each other, getting drunker and trying to make explicit words out of scrabble blocks.

Non-fiction! ... and that was only the first time with all three of us together!

Paul’s Birthday

By popped_nuts

Paul awoke with a start. He franticly fumbled for his clock. Ten o'clock! He had overslept! He was supposed to be up making breakfast over two hours ago. He jumped out of bed in a panic. His mother would be furious. The last time he had overslept she had dragged him out of bed by his hair, yanked his shorts down and put him over her knee and proceeded to spank him like a small child. His sister Cindy had had some friends over for a slumber party and they stood in the doorway watching and giggling as his mother blistered his bare ass. Paul had made sure he never overslept again after that.

Until today. Paul stood in the middle of his room, his mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He wasn't sure why his mother hadn't come to wake him up. He didn't dare imagine what she might do to punish him. His mother, Lisa, was an extreme feminist. She believed all men were inferior scum, even her own son. When she was young she had been artificially inseminated, hoping to have a daughter whom she could raise as a true feminist. Instead she had had Paul. Even when he was young she did not hide her disappointment and disgust with him. She tried again a year later and his sister Cindy was born. Paul was treated as a servant by his mother and sister. He had to pamper them and do all the work around the house. He wasn't allowed to have friends or to have any sort of social life. He had to stay home and serve his mother and sister. He knew his mother would be enraged that he had overslept so long. He just stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

Paul was startled out of his thoughts as his door flew open with a bang and his mother and sister walked into his room. He just stood there staring at them, frozen in shock, not knowing what they were going to do and not believing the way they were dressed. They both wore skintight black dresses. The dresses were so short almost all of their tightly toned legs were left uncovered. Both women wore identical stiletto heels. Even through the haze of shock and fear he noticed the outline of their nipples where the dresses cupped their firm breasts. They looked like twin blonde goddesses, right out of the pages of the porno mag he kept hidden in his desk drawer. He felt his cock start to stir between his legs. He didn't know what to do and so he just stood there dumbly, waiting. They both stood there smiling at him.

"So you’re finally up," his mother said, still smiling at him. "Normally, I'd be angry with you because you slept in, but not today. Today is a special day for you Paul, a very special day." Cindy started to giggle. Paul noticed she held a neatly wrapped present in her hands. "Today is your

eighteenth birthday. Today you become a man and your sister and I have something very special planned for you."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "Happy birthday Paul," she whispered in his ear. She pulled back slightly to look him straight in the eyes and then she rammed he knee up into his crotch, lifting him up onto his toes with the force of it. He grunted in pain and stared at his mother in shock. She started to giggle at the look on his face. He could feel the pain in his nuts growing and his stomach started to tighten and clench up. He tried to double over and cradle his aching balls but Lisa held onto him tightly.

"Happy birthday son," she giggled and then pistoned her knee back into his balls two more times before she let him slump to the ground. Paul curled up into a ball, moaning in agony as he cupped his aching testicles. Both women stood over him, smiling down in amusement at his pain.

"Yes Paul, today you become a man, and I just won't stand to have a filthy man in my house. Your sister and I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Today Cindy will learn the only pleasure a man can ever give a woman!" Lisa stopped and nudged her son with her toe. Paul just lay there moaning.

"He's still out of it, let's get him ready." Lisa took the present from Cindy and carefully unwrapped it. She opened the box and took out a pair of handcuffs. She pulled Paul's hands away from his groin and cuffed them behind his back.

Cindy grabbed her brother's boxer shorts and yanked them off. She broke out laughing at the sight of her brother's genitalia. "Oh my god, he's so puny!" She laughed as she flicked Paul's now shrunken dick. She grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently.

"Mmmm, you've got some nice, ripe berries here though Paul." She looked up at her brother and licked he lips. "Do you know what we're gonna do to your berries Paul? Mom and I are gonna crush your sweet little boy-berries!" She clamped her grip down on his nuts and yanked hard. Paul shrieked in pain and his body stiffened as his sister viciously squeezed his swollen, aching manhood. She relaxed her grip on his nuts leaving Paul sobbing in pain. "One berry for each of us, it's perfect!"

"Please stop. Don't. I'm sorry I overslept! It hurts so bad! I'll do anything! Please!" Paul begged.

Lisa reached out and slapped Paul across the face. "Be quiet!" she snapped. "All my life I've enjoyed busting men's balls. Ever since I was a young girl I've kicked and kneed and squeezed every filthy pair of testicles that I could. The thought that the very thing that makes them a man, their very sex, the disgusting things that they're so proud of and use to violate so many women could be used to cause them great pain. It just makes me so wet just thinking about it."

She started to rub her hand between her legs. "I've always fantasized about ruining a man, about crushing his manhood, destroying the very thing that makes him a man, but I never thought I would have the chance. That is, until your sister came up with this wonderful idea!" Cindy reached down and started to gently stoke Paul's penis. It started to stiffen despite the throbbing pain in his nuts.

"That's right big brother, it was my idea to pop your plums! For some reason it had never occurred to mom that she had a perfectly bustable set of balls right here in her own house. It makes me so hot that the first ball I get to crush is my very own brother's! Oh, and I just want you to know that this" she stopped stroking his dick and pulled a thick rubber band out of the box. She wrapped it tightly around the base of his erection. "This was my idea too. I don't know exactly what I'm gonna do with your little pecker, but I just couldn't see any reason to let you keep it. You know, it looks an awful lot like a tasty little sausage!" She snapped her teeth at him. Paul started to sob hysterically.

"I think it's about time we got down to the fun stuff," said Lisa as she stood up. Both women quickly stripped off their dresses. They stood over Paul completely naked, except for their high-heeled shoes.

Lisa poked her toe into her son's ball bag. "How about it Paul, are you ready to lose your manhood?" she asked and then quickly drew back her leg and slammed the pointy toe of her shoe into her son's nutsack.

Paul shrieked in pain and tried to draw his legs up to protect his battered orbs but his mother kicked his legs apart. "Now, now Paul, you've got to let your sister get a turn. Cindy, would you care to try for a field goal?"

"Well mom, it sure looks like a lot of fun! I'll give it a try." She stepped between her brother's legs. She brought her foot forward till her toe touched her brother's sack, taking careful aim. She drew her leg back. She snapped her foot forward but stopped just short of his balls. She lightly tapped his ballsack with her foot. "Gotcha didn't I?" she laughed. She grabbed her whimpering brother and hauled him to his feet. She pushed him onto his desk.

"You know brother; we're really doing you a favor. Think of all those lonely, frustrating nights you've spent up here, jerking off to some porno magazine. Well, when we're done with your nuts, you won't have to worry about that kind of hormonal frustration anymore. You should really be thanking us for getting rid of those pesky little testes of yours!" she giggled. She opened the drawer between his legs, letting his balls flop down inside. She pulled his porno mag out of the drawer.

"You really deserve to have your balls crushed just for having this disgusting, perverted trash." She tossed the magazine in the trash can. She grabbed the drawer handle and slammed it shut on his balls, smashing and trapping them inside. Paul let out a high pitched wail and reflexively tried to stand up, yanking painfully on his trapped testicles. He fell back to the desk, his whole body trembling from the pain. He could feel his balls swelling and throbbing inside the drawer.

"Don't pass out or I'll lock the drawer and let you hang by your balls!"

He was dimly aware of his mother moaning in ecstasy as she masturbated. "Open the drawer!" she panted. "I want to see if you've crushed anything!"

Cindy opened the drawer and let Paul slide to the ground. She grabbed his swelling, throbbing sack and rolled his nuts around between her fingers. "Nope, nothing popped yet!" she said as she flicked her brother’s sack with her finger, laughing as Will's whole body twitched on impact.

"Get him up; I want to try out some kicks!" Lisa ordered as she extended her well-toned leg out, putting the pointy toe of her stilettos right in his face. Will's eyes locked on sharp, pointed tip of her shoe. Cindy grabbed him and dragged him to his feet. Will didn't even try to struggle; he just kept staring at his mother's muscular, toned legs, down to the point of her shoe. Lisa laughed as she slowly brought her leg up and tapped the bottom of her son’s sack with the tip of her shoe.

"What do you think Will? Think I can spear one of your little ballsies with these? How much do you think it will hurt when your mommy bursts one of your berries with her sexy feet? Hmmm?" She slid her hand between her legs and started to finger her dripping wet cunt. "This is getting me so wet! Mmmmm, I think popping your nuts is gonna make me cum like never before Willy!"

"I'll make you a deal Will," his mother said "If you can take ten kicks from me without one of your nuts popping then I won't let your sister cut off your little "willy"! If you can't take ten kicks without one of your little balls exploding, Cindy gets to eat your scrambled eggs and boy sausage for breakfast."

Cindy reached around and started fondling her brother's dick. "Don't get your hopes up Will, you're not keeping this. Mom's spent plenty of time in the gym perfecting her kicks; it won't even take her five kicks to pop one of your plums. Then I'm gonna juice one of your berries and after that, I'm gonna fry it all up in a pan. I'm not even gonna cut it off first, I'm gonna cook it and eat it while it's still hanging between your legs!"

"Are you ready Will?" his mom asked as snapped off a few practice kicks. Watching the speed and power of his mother's kicks, Will knew his nuts didn't stand a chance. He started to whimper and cry at the thought of having his manhood destroyed and eaten by his own family!

"Here comes the first one!" Lisa shouted as she snapped her first kick up between her son’s legs. The point of her shoe hit him right in the middle of his sack, pushing his orbs off the side before squishing them between the top of her foot and his pelvic bone. Will squealed in pain and tried to double over in pain but his sister Cindy held him up.

"Damn it, I missed!"

"Take your time and aim properly." Cindy said as she jerked her brother upright. She kicked his legs farther apart to give her mom easy access.

Lisa took several slow, careful practice kicks, aiming the tip of her shoe right at her son's left nut. "OK, I've got the range now. Will, kiss your ball goodbye!" and she snapped another powerful kick out into her son's groin. Will watched this one as if it were in slow motion. Even through the pain he could tell her aim was dead on, even before she made contact. The point of Lisa's shoe hit his left nut dead center, smushing it back against his body, trapping it in place. The point dug in and the amazing force and pressure causing his nut to literally explode inside his sack. Lisa dropped to the ground, screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Will also dropped to the ground, a thin high pitched wail coming from his mouth.

Cindy started jumping up and down excitedly, clapping her hands as she laughed. "That was great! Two kicks! Mom, you popped his nut in two kicks! Will, your little boy berries couldn't even take two kicks from mom's sexy legs! Now it's my turn!" Cindy sat on the ground next to her mother, who was still panting heavily. Will was sitting right in front of them; legs spread wide open, his hands weakly covering his groin. He was letting out a slight squealing noise as he stared at the women in front of him in daze. Cindy reached over and moved his hands away from his balls. Will didn't even try to resist. She took his one good nut in her hand and started to roll it around between her fingers.

"I'm gonna squish your ball like a grape! I'm gonna crush it with one hand while I get off with the other! Who'd of thought you'd ever actually give a woman this much pleasure little brother!" Cindy started to finger her soaking wet slit while she rolled her brother's nutmeat between her fingers. She slowly tightened her grip, continuing to roll and knead his plum in her hand as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel his ball swell and squish in her hand as it got closer and closer to bursting. And then it happened, his nut popped in her hand with a soft SQUICK, just like a ripe grape between her fingers. Cindy screamed in pleasure as she felt the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Will stopped screaming and merely passed out. Both women lay there for a while, too exhausted to move. Then, after a while, Cindy got to her feet.

"C'mon mom, we've got breakfast to make!"