Josh’s Balls Incite Him to Foolishness - Pt.I - IV

Josh’s Balls Incite Him to Foolishness - Pt.I - IV by Groggy Cascade 

Part I

His first summer after leaving home for university, Josh moved back into his mother’s house for the holidays. Summer jobs were hard to come by, though, and by his third week home, he was bored, broke, and bored. And also, broke.

During the day his mother, Kelsey, was out at work. His sister Hayley hadn’t had any more luck than Josh in finding a job, and the two of them were getting in each other’s way a lot that summer. Hayley was already a year or two grown out of her sullen adolescent phase, but Josh was surprised at how precocious she had become.

None of this is to suggest that Josh spent a great deal of time considering his little sister. As with most nineteen year olds, his libido still had some fucking afterburners, and he had little better to do than jerk off two, maybe three times a day. In fact, Josh was one sexually-frustrated kid. University hadn’t been an especially successful time for him, getting-laid-wise. Another way to put it would be that it had been an entirely unsuccessful time. He wondered sometimes if his lack of confidence around women had anything to do with his ballbusting fetish. Far back as he could remember, Josh had gotten more aroused by the thought of a girl slamming her foot into his plums than by almost anything else. It wasn’t the pain so much as the humiliation he loved: the thought of some cute girl totally levelling him with a single kick. He had a bunch of corollary fetishes – SPH, cuckolding, etc. – but it was ballbusting to which his mind most often turned (and his web browser followed), whenever he could get a moment’s privacy.

The reason this was somewhat difficult was that Hayley was forever bursting in on him, trying to alleviate her own boredom by needling her older brother for a few minutes. She’d already almost caught him with one hand on his computer mouse and the other on his junk a bunch of times, so it was almost inevitable that eventually Josh would be caught, as it were, with his trousers down.

One day, Josh was passing the time whacking one out to some prime video femdom, one of those three- or four-minute excerpts which creators of ballbusting upload for free to Pornhub or wherever (he was broke remember). He had the volume at minimum and his shorts around his knees for ease of quick concealment. When there was a knock at his door, Josh barely had time to hoist up his shorts, flicking his cock up into his waistband, and close down the incriminating window before Hayley came swanning into his room. She didn’t want anything from him, except to say “Watcha doin’?” and hang around until he kicked her out.

Suddenly, Josh noticed she was getting distracted by something. “That looks painful,” she said, looking quizzically over her brother’s shoulder.

Josh turned. To his horror, his monitor had frozen right as some sultry domme blasted her six-inch heels into a gimp-masked dude’s exposed balls. To his further horror, Hayley skipped over to where he was sitting at his desk, partially immobilized by the wilting boner under his waistband.

Hayley tapped a few keys on Josh’s keyboard, and the video unfroze itself.

“I’m not going to stop until those nuts are cracked like eggs!” shouted the domme.

“Ooh,” said Hayley, putting her hands between her legs and bending over in a pantomime of groin pain. “Sounds painful. Makes me glad to be a girl. But is this what you’re into, big brother? How salacious!”

Josh didn’t know what to say. Denial, at this point, would have been ridiculous. For one thing, he had another seven or eight tabs open, the legends “Ballbusti…”, “Castratio…”, and “Ruptured b…” clearly visible. He decided his only option was to muster his battered dignity.

“That little dick is never gonna work again!” the domme in the video said. Josh closed the window (successfully this time) and said, “I hope we never have to mention this again.”

Hayley was grinning from ear to ear.

“I don’t know, Josh,” she sing-songed. “I’m pretty sure Mum wants grandkids someday. That’s going to be hard if you go and get your nuts cracked like eggs by some kind of buxom, leather-clad…”

“Jesus, Hayley,” said Josh. “Would you just get out, please?” He was faking more anger than he really felt. The truth was that hearing his own sister talk about his nuts getting cracked had gone an uncomfortable way towards reviving his erection.

“I had a boyfriend with a foot fetish,” Hayley told him nonchalantly. “He used to steal my shoes. Are you sort of like him, Josh?”

“Out!”

Hayley flounced towards the door. At the threshold, she turned around. “Fine, but if I find any of my shoes missing, I’ll kick your balls so hard that your little dick will never work again,” she said, in an uncanny imitation of the domme from the video.

She swung the door closed behind her, and Josh spurted in his shorts.

* * * *

Josh didn’t know what he was going to do. Never before had his sister intersected his ballbusting fantasies in this way. He knew, of course, that there was a sibling-oriented corner of the BB fetishsphere, but it had never appealed to him. Even now, he wasn’t sure what he thought of it. Hayley busting his balls was an intriguing prospect, but one he wasn’t really sure he wanted to go any further than that. The idea of his younger sister kicking him in the testicles, maybe even doing some permanent damage, tapped right into the part of his brain that got off on humiliation: at the same time, he had never actually sought out women to bust his balls before, and wasn’t even sure he would like it. He was, after all, still a virgin at the age of nineteen. Going straight to participational ballbusting seemed a lot like running before you could walk. Besides, much as he might fantasize about brutal castrations, he didn’t want to get kicked so hard that he lost his chance at ever getting laid.

Maybe, he thought, if he could somehow re-engage Hayley on the subject of his embarrassing fetish, he could get her to say a few more things about cracking his nuts and whatnot, and that would be sufficient to quench his lust. But how to do this?

In the end, it was easy. Hayley brought it up herself.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said. Josh looked up from aimlessly googling on his phone. It was a few days after the incident in Josh’s room. Brother and sister were lounging on opposite sofas.

“Thinking about those videos you like to watch,” Hayley went on.

 “Hayley, do we have to -” Josh said, protesting overmuch. His cock had already started to twitch in his shorts.

Hayley held up her hands. “Just let me finish,” she said. “Now, presumably the women who appear in these videos: they are paid, right?”

“People buy their clips, if that’s what you mean,” Josh answered dully. This was clearly to be an uninteresting conversation about women’s rights or some such.

“What about the men?”

“Boyfriends, business partners… usually just guys who sign up because it’s what gets them off,” Josh said.

“Like you?” asked Hayley.

Josh flushed, but didn’t answer.

“Well, what I’ve been thinking is this,” said Hayley. “We both need money. We have a house to ourselves every day. Why don’t we make our own videos, and sell them online for profit?”

Josh felt like his dick was about to pierce the lining of his shorts. He didn’t really like the sound of what Hayley was proposing, but he saw that, with a few adjustments, it could work out to his benefit.

“For one thing,” Josh said, trying not to sound as though his mouth was totally dry, “for one thing, you played girl’s football in school. I quite like having my testicles intact, thank you.”

Hayley giggled.

“Are they that delicate?” she asked. “I promise I won’t kick you too hard…”

“It would have to be convincing if we were to sell any videos,” Josh said. He didn’t notice how he had unconsciously accepted the possibility of going into this weirdest of businesses with his own sister. “I wouldn’t be able to wear a cup. Even if you didn’t mean it, one hard kick could rupture both my balls.”

“Then no more money,” Hayley said thoughtfully. Seeing Josh’s face, she added, “Or, you know, girls or boners or anything like that for you.”

“There’s an alternative,” said Josh. He was sitting up now. “A lot of guys prefer the humiliation to the actual, you know…”

“Busting?”

Josh blinked.

“I’m googling it,” Hayley said, holding up her phone. “You’re saying we could do our own videos, with minimal risk to your precious testicles?”

“Very minimal,” Josh answered. “In fact, I wouldn’t even have to be in them that much…”

“If you want a share of the money, you have to be in the videos,” Hayley answered, flatly.

“Fine. But,” Josh said, getting an idea. “What if somebody we know sees us?”

“You mean somebody who paid money to watch a girl kick her brother in the nutsack? Gee, I wouldn’t be too worried about it,” Hayley said.

“Alright then,” said Josh. “You’re probably overestimating how much money we’re going to make out of this. But I’ve got nothing better going on, so maybe give me a few days to set up the website and…”

“No way!” Hayley said, springing up from the sofa. “We’ve got to start right now, before you pussy out! Now let’s see…” She started moving all the furniture to the edges of the room. “We can record on my phone at first,” she said. “We’ll do a couple of teaser videos with no actual busting, just so our customers know what they’re getting. The good stuff, they have to pay for.” Josh stared at his sister, wondering if maybe she hadn’t given this whole thing rather more thought than she was letting on.

“You need to come up with some scenarios for us,” Hayley went on, turning to Josh. “You know what these people like and we’re going to give it to them. Go get a tripod for my phone.”

When Josh returned with the tripod, Hayley was doing stretching exercises on the floor. She jumped up as Josh attached the phone to the tripod.

“Okay,” he said, turning around. He was still unsure about the advisability of all this. Better to get it out of the way now, than have Hayley bugging him for weeks and then give in anyway, he thought. “Okay. Like I was saying, lots of guys get off on the idea of the bust. Threats, fake-outs, and all that – they go down well. The more you talk, the better,” he said. “The more you say ‘balls,’ and 'testicles,’ and 'crush,’ and 'nuts,’ the hotter it will be. For the customers,” he added quickly.

“Balls, testicles, crush, nuts,” Hayley said, giggling, causing Josh to whimper inadvertently. “I think I can do that.”

Josh checked the time. They had just over an hour before their mother came home from work.

They decided on a scenario where Hayley would be apologizing to Josh after accidentally kicking him in the balls.

“Oh my God!” she said, bending over her foetal-positioned brother, flashing a hint of cleavage to the camera. “I can’t believe I kicked you in the balls! Are you okay?”

Wow! Josh thought to himself. Hayley was really committing to the part: she sounded genuinely guilty, but as though the whole thing was just a tiny bit funny. The classic female reaction to testicular pain.

“My balls…” he groaned for the camera. He sensed Hayley kneel down next to him.

“I was just practising my cheerleading high kicks, and your balls got in the way!” she said. She’s ad-libbing, too, Josh thought. Maybe the two of them really could make some money at this. As a connoisseur of ballbusting video, he had seen his share of bored-looking dommes sullenly punting a pair of testicles as though they’d rather be doing anything else. A girl who really seemed into it, Josh thought, was like gold dust.

Hayley was still sympathizing with Josh’s testicular 'injury.’

“I felt them go all flat against my foot,” she said. “Do you want me to go out of the room so you can check yourself out?”

“It’s not… that bad,” replied Josh, trying to sound wounded and stoic.

“Are you sure? Because if I ruptured” – Josh thought he heard the slightest flutter in his sister’s voice – “ruptured one of your testicles, we have to get you to hospital straight away, or you could wind up losing it!”

Josh sat up. They had made sure in advance they would be facing each other, side-on to the camera, for the denouement of their little scene.

“They’ll be fine. Just… pretty sore for a while,” he gasped.

“Good,” said Hayley. Her voice had become hard and unforgiving. “Because I want you to know something. I kicked your little balls on purpose. You’ve been really pissing me off lately, and if this doesn’t teach you a lesson I’m going to keep kicking you until you show me some respect, or there’s nothing left between your legs to kick. Understand?” She pulled Josh’s hands away from his groin and seized his balls in her fist. Josh yelped. This hadn’t been in the script. “Understand?” Hayley demanded.

“Yes… Yes! I understand,” Josh said, his voice cracking.

Hayley stood up and ended the recording. Josh remained on the floor, watching her play it back.

“Just as I thought,” she said. “You’re totally wooden. The only time you’re believable is when I grab your nads.”

For their second video, Josh sat with his back against the wall and his legs spread wide. Hayley sat opposite him and placed both her heels in his groin. Although he hadn’t mentioned it to Hayley, this scene was actually modelled on one of his most frequent fantasies: a girl threatening to burst his plums with her feet in an ideal position to do the job.

“What’s the matter, Joshy?” Hayley cooed at him. She joggled her feet slightly against his crotch. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Kind of uncomfortable,” Josh agreed.

“Just because my feet are pressing up against your little ballsies? Weren’t you just saying how much stronger boys are than girls? Well, your balls don’t feel very strong to me, Joshy. They feel like they’re going to pop!”

All the while she had been talking, Hayley’s heels had been pressing with incrementally more force into her brother’s balls.

“Please don’t pop my balls, sis!” Josh said. The pain in his groin was becoming almost too great for him to bear. Jesus Christ, he thought. She’s doing this deliberately.

“Are you sure, Joshy? Are you sure I shouldn’t pop these little balls with my cute feet? Maybe then you’d be less of a misogynist. You know, because you wouldn’t really be a man anymore!”

For a breathless moment, Josh really believed she was about to do it. There was a flush in his sister’s cheeks: surely it would have taken only one thrust of her powerful legs to ruin his sex life forever.

Suddenly she withdrew her legs. Josh rolled over onto his side, his hands cupping his throbbing testicles.

This time Hayley was less critical of his performance: “I actually believed you were afraid you were gonna lose you balls!”

Josh was feeling pretty unsteady on his feet, so they decided (or Hayley did) on just one more scene that day. There would be no busting this time: the two of them would just act out an argument where Hayley threatened his balls some more.

“Fuck off, Josh!” she shouted at him. “Leave me alone or I’ll kick you in the balls!”

“If you kick me in the balls, I’ll kick you in the vag,” Josh retorted.

“I don’t think so, Joshy! I saw what Amy did to you when you accidentally called her your ex’s name at that time. Oh, my balls! She broke my balls!” Hayley cupped her groin and did an exaggerated falsetto. “If I kick you in the balls you won’t do anything except roll around on the floor and cry.”

“Fuck you! You think you can scare me just because I have testicles and you don’t?”

“I think that if you don’t leave me alone, you won’t have testicles!”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see.”

“Yeah, we will see.”

That was the end of the scene. Josh was relieved: the pain in his nuts wasn’t going away, he was beginning to worry that his sister might actually have bruised them or something. As soon as Hayley switched off the camera, he was going to retreat to the bathroom to check his balls for signs of injury.

Except: what was this? Hayley was showing no signs of moving over to where her phone was positioned on the tripod. If anything, she seemed to be drawing her right leg back, back, until she was poised almost like a ballerina in attitude derrière. By the time Josh realized what was about to happen it was too late to do anything about it, other than watch in astonishment as his sister’s foot swept through the air and crunched deep into his boy-parts.

To Josh, it felt like Hayley’s foot was buried in his groin forever. A searing pain burned deep into his abdomen. The part of his brain that could still think wondered abstractly whether he would ever get to have sex now, or if his sister had just destroyed his ability to function as a man. It hardly occurred to him that Hayley hadn’t kicked him with anything like her full strength: she wasn’t about to castrate her own brother, at least not at the very outset of such a promising (and amusing) business venture. The pain was just to mind-bending to be thought of as anything other than emasculating.

After a second or two, Hayley withdrew her foot. Josh crumpled, struggling to breathe, struggling not to vomit.

“That was just a warning, asshole,” he heard his sister say. “Next time, I’m crushing them for good.” Then, after a few seconds, he heard her bare feet cross the carpet to the tripod, “Sorry, Josh. I just had to do something to get a performance out of you. You weren’t lying about how fragile those little things are though! I barely touched them, and you can’t even stand up.”

Josh moaned. Hayley knelt over him.

“Anyway, I’ve had another idea,” she said. (Another, loader moan from Josh). “I bet the real money is in custom videos! We can invite people to come up with scenarios, then we roleplay them! I could be the pissed-off girlfriend, or you could be the mugger who winds up getting his balls splattered… That sounds like a service people would pay top dollar for, don’t you think?”

“Ugh…”

“I know, right? So, why don’t I do some editing on these videos, then when your balls have returned to the normal size you can set up our website? This will be fun!”

Josh heard her walk across to the door.

“Oh, and don’t even think about backing out now, Joshy,” Hayley said. “I’ve got three videos of you letting me threaten your balls. Pretty sure they’d embarrass you more than me, if any of your friends were to see them. Know what I mean?” The door closed.

About ten minutes later, Josh slowly sat up with the dim impression his sister had just offered to put his testicles at the mercy of internet ballbusting fetishists. He shuddered as he thought of the kind of fantasies he himself would have gladly paid to see acted out by a cute girl and some poor sap with doomed balls.

It seemed that fantasy, as he’d always suspected, was a lot more fun than reality.

Part II

Kelsey’s routine on getting home from work was:

Step out of high heels in the front hallway.

Look in on Hayley and Josh.

Shower.

Wine – 1 glass of.

After particularly long or difficult days, this routine might be amended slightly. For instance, her high heels might be not so much stepped out of as kicked off. Or, for a glass of wine, she might substitute a bottle. Most often, though, she would elongate her time in the shower by about twenty minutes. First, she would undress in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom, reminding herself how sexy she still was at the age of forty-two. The stress of having raised two children almost single-handed hadn’t dented her beauty: even without her professionally-understated makeup, she looked five or six years younger than her true age. Then there was her body. Kelsey wasn’t a vain person, but her body was her proudest feature. She kept in shape with vigorous cardiovascular exercise at the gym, to say nothing of pilates, aerobics, yoga, swimming, crossfit… Once upon a time her body had, in addition to being beautiful, been a fierce weapon. That was back when Hayley and Josh were younger, and Kelsey had made a little extra money as a martial arts instructor, a position she had left voluntarily after a boy in her class lost both his testicles in an accident. She hadn’t practised karate since that day: although the accident hadn’t been her fault (the dumb kid had taunted a blackbelt girl while not wearing a cup), she had been devastated by guilt at the thought that a young man under her care would live the rest of his life without testicles.

After admiring herself for a decent interval, Kelsey’d slip under the hot, thudding water. Slowly, she would drift away… Almost of their own accord, her hands would start massaging her breasts, before moving down between her legs. After an extra-stressful workday, these protracted showers of hers never failed to leave Kelsey feeling relaxed and good about herself.

Today had been one of those days. Before she could administer a little self-love, though, Kelsey had to check in on her two children. This was the part of her routine that never changed. Josh and Hayley were her two favourite things in the world, and nothing could make her not glad to see them.

She met Hayley first: she was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. For some reason, Kelsey thought, her daughter seemed kind of flushed and self-satisfied-looking. Unbidden, the thought that this was the outcome of sex came to Kelsey’s mind. So far as she knew Hayley didn’t have a boyfriend right now, but that was always liable to change. Hayley’d inherited her mother’s ample proportions and outgoing personality. There was never any shortage of young men hanging around. Josh, thought Kelsey as she knocked on his door, was much more of an introvert. She wondered sometimes if he might still be a virgin.

Josh was lying on his bed when she entered. The first thing Kelsey noticed was a bag of frozen peas between his legs.

“Joshy!” she cried.

“Hey,” Josh said weakly. In a strained voice, he explained that he’d been changing a lightbulb in the lounge, standing on the arm of a sofa, when he’d slipped and fallen with one leg on either side of the sofa arm.

Her initial concern at the sight of her injured son abating somewhat, Kelsey thought how cute it was that he didn’t say anything about his “balls,” “privates,” or “testicles.” Boys were so insecure about their sensitive little organs: it must be completely humiliating to Josh for his own mother to see him with his pride and genitals bruised like this. That started her worrying again: how badly hurt must he be to let her see him in this condition? What if he had ruptured a testicle? Surely it would already be too late to save..?

“Did you check yourself out, honey?” she asked Josh. “You know how fragile you are… down there,” she said, pointing downwards.

“I’m OK,” he answered, not sounding it. “This ice is helping a lot.”

Kelsey bit her lip. She was wondering if she ought to tell Josh about Bobby, the boy whose testicles ended up getting turned to mush in her karate class, all those years ago. It would be an uncomfortable conversation, sure: the words ruptured testicles never failed to elicit shudders, winces, groans, from any boy who heard them. This Kelsey knew from experience: she had spent many years demonstrating the most effective methods from destroying a pair of testicles to classes full of smirking girls and sullen boys. But that was only for self-defence: no man who wasn’t trying to harm a woman deserved castration. Kelsey couldn’t even imagine the pain and humiliation that would entail, but she knew that talking about it with her son would be acutely embarrassing for him. Still, she thought she probably ought to: there was something about his story that didn’t ring true, as though there was some information he was withholding from her…

“I’m OK,” Josh repeated, almost as though he’d guessed what was on his mother’s mind.

“Well, only if you’re sure honey,” Kelsey said. He was nineteen, after all, she thought: old enough to look after his own balls. But she didn’t like the thought of doing nothing. “At least let me fetch you another bag of peas,” she said. “This one’s melting all over you!”

With that, she lifted the sodden bag off her son’s balls. What Kelsey didn’t know was that, to ensure maximum scrotal contact with the frozen peas, Josh had pulled his whole package out of the front of his shorts. Kelsey’s eyes widened as she looked down at her son’s swollen balls and his small penis. I hope that’s from the cold, she thought sadly, or he’ll never get any use out of it, balls or no balls.

“Jesus!” Josh shouted.

“Oh! Sorry!” Kelsey exclaimed, dropping the bag of peas directly on Josh’s exposed testicles.

“Argh!”

“Oh God, Joshy! I’m so sorry!”

Josh didn’t respond. He’d curled his body around the bag of peas, his eyes squeezed shut. Flustered, Kelsey fled the room.

Outside, she leaned against her son’s door. Slowly she calmed down. She’d seen, and for that matter inflicted, a few ruptured testicles in her time. Her accidental glimpse of her son’s genitals had been enough to reassure her that they had received no permanent injury. As for the mishap with the pea-bag: that would leave him no worse than sore for a while.

Grinning slightly, Kelsey bit her index finger. There was no denying it: so long as no serious damage occurred, testicular pain was… well, pretty funny actually. The memory of Josh’s comically enlarged balls and shrunken cock came into her mind, and she giggled. Poor Josh! Nature hadn’t exactly blessed him with sexual endowments the way it had his sister.

That was when she noticed Hayley standing a little way down the hall, looking at her with amused curiosity.

“Everything alright, mum?” she asked.

“Err… yes!” Kelsey said. “Your brother’s just had a little accident.”

“I know!” Hayley said delightedly. “He fell on his balls! I wanted him to let me check to see if he’d popped one,” she went on, “but he insisted on crawling up to his room.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Kelsey cried.

“They’re his balls,” Hayley pouted. “If he can’t look after them, that isn’t my fault.”

Later, standing under the hot, relieving shower, Kelsey continued to worry about her son’s testicles. While his injury had seemed fleetingly funny, Hayley’s reaction had reminded her that there were girls out there who either didn’t understand the fragility of a boy’s balls, or just didn’t care. Almost automatically her hand passed over her smooth vagina. She knew she wouldn’t be able to masturbate now, not after what had just happened. Eventually she turned the water off.

She had come to a decision that she needed a conversation with both of her children.

* * * *

Hayley eased open the door to her brother’s room.

“She believe you?” she asked, poking her head around the door.

“Yes,” Josh wheezed.

“Good! Because it turns out we may have to step up our operation. I’ve been sounding out some ballbusting message boards, and people are excited, to say the least. Some of their ideas are a little… extreme.” Hayley giggled. “For example, ‘HollyJ91’ says she’ll pay £200 for a video where I, quote, yank my brother’s trousers down, hold his ankles apart, and keep stomping till there’s nothing left between his legs.”

Josh looked horrified. Hayley laughed at his expression.

“Don’t worry, Joshy! If I’m going to stomp your little balls into jelly it will be for a hell of a lot more than £200. I mean, how short-sighted do you think I am?”

Cackling, she withdrew her head from the door. Josh sighed miserably. Hayley’s face popped back into view.

“Oh, and you’d better think up a bunch of excuses for why you’re walking funny for the next few weeks,” she said. “Do I have to think of everything? I thought we were partners in this thing!”

Josh heard her chuckling quietly to herself as she skipped off down the hall.

Part III

“Josh! Come here. It’s important.”

Josh shuddered involuntarily. He was sure he knew what was so important. His sister would have received some new request for a custom video of her kicking him in the balls. He had never anticipated how popular their website would become in such a short time. The more popular they became, the more requests they received, the more kicks and knees Josh’s balls received from his sister’s enthusiastic legs.

With all this in mind, he trudged up to his room, wincing slightly at the residual pain in his testicles from the video he and Hayley had made two days ago.

FADE IN. LOUNGE: INT. JOSH IS LYING ON THE COUCH. ENTER HAYLEY.

HAYLEY: HEY, BIG BROTHER. GET BACK FROM HOSPITAL OK?

JOSH: YEAH

HAYLEY: I JUST WANTED TO APOLOGIZE. I MEAN, I HAD NO IDEA I’D KICKED YOU IN THE BALLS THAT HARD. THEY REALLY HAD TO REMOVE BOTH OF THEM?

JOSH: THAT’S RIGHT, SIS. I HAVE NO BALLS ANYMORE, THANKS TO YOU

HAYLEY: (INSINCERE) OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY. YOU KNOW I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE KELLY WAS OVER AND I WAS TRYING TO MAKE HER LAUGH. SHE’S ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE KIND OF A DICK TO ME

JOSH: THE DOCTORS SAID IF YOU’D CALLED AN AMBULANCE SOONER THEY COULD HAVE SAVED MY TESTICLES. BUT YOU AND KELLY JUST DISAPPEARED FOR HOURS

HAYLEY: I KNOW, JOSH, AND I’M SORRY. THE TRUTH IS… WELL, THE TRUTH IS THAT SEEING ME KICK YOU IN THE BALLS GOT KELLY REALLY TURNED ON. SHE PRETTY MUCH DRAGGED ME UPSTAIRS AND PULLED MY CLOTHES OFF. AND EVEN THOUGH I’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT WITH ANOTHER GIRL BEFORE, IT JUST FELT SO GOOD, JOSH, I’M REALLY SORRY, BUT I WASN’T THINKING ABOUT YOU OR YOUR BALLS AT ALL. AS SOON AS HER TONGUE TOUCHED MY CLIT ALL I COULD DO WAS TRY NOT TO SCREAM

JOSH: SO I LOST MY BALLS JUST SO YOU COULD GET LAID? YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH, HAYLEY

HAYLEY: I SAID I WAS SORRY. I KNOW YOU’RE ANGRY SINCE YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK KELLY AND NOW YOU CAN’T EVEN GET HARD ANYMORE. BUT IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT, IT’S KIND OF YOUR FAULT FOR HAVING WEAK BALLS

JOSH: THAT’S BULLSHIT. I’M NOT A REAL MAN ANYMORE, AND IT’S YOUR FAULT

HAYLEY: (GRABBING JOSH’S CROTCH) IF YOU DON’T WANT TO ACCEPT MY APOLOGY, JOSHY, MAYBE I SHOULD JUST TELL EVERYONE HOW YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS THANKS TO YOUR BALLBUSTING LITTLE SISTER? WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?

Josh paused on the stairs. There had been no reason for Hayley to squeeze his balls like she’d done. The whole point was that his character was meant to’ve had his balls removed: by crushing his nuts in her fist, Hayley was almost inviting him to break character, presumably for nothing other than her own amusement. She’d long since abandoned the pretence that she needed to hurt his balls for real to make his performance convincing. Now Josh was really starting to worry she’d wind up damaging one or both of his testicles just for kicks.

JOSH: PLEASE DON’T DO THAT, SIS

HAYLEY: I MAY AS WELL, JOSHY. KELLY ALREADY KNOWS. IN FACT, I SWEAR SHE ALMOST ORGASMED OVER THE PHONE WHEN I TOLD HER THEY HAD TO REMOVE YOUR TESTICLES. SHE’S COMING OVER LATER, BY THE WAY, SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO STAY OUT OF THE WAY IF YOU DON’T WANT HER LAUGHING AT YOU. OH, AND SINCE YOU AREN’T A MAN ANYMORE, I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT YOU HEAR ME COME. MAYBE TOMORROW I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT HER ORGASM FACE LOOKS LIKE, SINCE YOU’LL NEVER GET TO SEE IT NOW, YOU NUTLESS LOSER.

Hayley was in Josh’s room, sitting at his computer.

“Watch this,” she commanded, clicking play on a video titled Busterella takes out random dude’s balls.

They watched as a bunch of adolescents messed around in a public park. Josh recognized the place: it was only a few minutes from where he and his mother and sister lived. One of the boys in the group was clearly harassing one of the girls, repeatedly grabbing at her tits and her ass.

Suddenly there appeared at stage right a woman in what looked to be a blonde wig and some kind of sequined leotard thing. A female voice – presumably whoever was doing the filming – said “What the..?” The woman strode up to the guy, who released the girl he’d been pestering. The recording was shaky, but you could see whatever wise-ass comment the guy had in train die on his lips as the woman’s knee thundered into his crotch.

“Holy shit!” yelled the camerawoman.

Busterella wasn’t finished. Twice more her knee crushed the young man’s balls as he screamed in pain. Finally, she allowed him to collapse onto the grass, dry-heaving and clutching his groin. The girl with the phone was obviously running towards him at this point: when she brought the lens up again, Busterella was already disappearing into the distance.

“I hope you copped a good feel, buddy,” the girl said, training the video on the boy. She was laughing like the whole thing had been a hilarious prank. “Hope it was worth getting your balls crushed for.”

Hayley closed the video.

“Did you like that, Joshy?” she teased him. “Do you want me to leave so you can jack off and pretend those are your nuts getting smashed in front of everybody? We can do a re-enactment if you like!” she said, swivelling in the chair and shooting her foot towards her brother’s groin. Josh flinched but didn’t try to move or protect himself. Hayley never busted him off-camera: she knew that if she did, Josh would be out of action for hours. She had already yelled at him for having such weak balls that they couldn’t film more than one video in a day. What really worried him was that she was still acting like Josh was the one who enjoyed their ballbusting sessions, as though the pretence that she was doing him a weird kind of favour gave her license to inflict pain and possible damage on her brother’s testicles.

“Oh, by the way,” Hayley added, opening Josh’s Facebook. “Three unanswered messages to Maya Gillespie? Not a great look, bro.”

Josh flushed. Maya was the girl he’d had a major crush on back in school. She was also the protagonist of most of his ballbusting fantasies. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d jerked himself off while thinking about Maya’s foot burying itself in his crotch. The fact that Maya was a sweet, friendly girl who would never actually do it just made the fantasy all the hotter. When she wasn’t ballbusting him, the imaginary-Maya was on her back, naked with her legs wrapped around some guy who was never Josh. Safe to say, Maya Gillespie had sexualized his inferiority complex, and for that, Josh loved her even more. Now that they were both back for the summer, Josh had messaged her a few times, but as Hayley said, she had yet to respond.

“Thanks for at least having the decency not to frape me while you were going through my private messages,” Josh grumbled.

“No one frapes anymore, Josh, this isn’t 2013. Which, by the way, is why I’m so surprised to find you still chasing that particular tail. Didn’t she reject you a bunch of times already?”

“Just the once!” Josh protested.

“Well, you’re probably well out of it, Joshy. From what I hear she’s a difficult girl to please. Total size queen,” she stage-whispered in response to Josh’s puzzled expression.

Josh felt himself go even redder.

“What makes you think that’d be a problem?” he said with stuttering bravado.

Hayley turned in the chair and looked at him skeptically.

“Come on, Josh. How many times have I grabbed, punched, kicked, or otherwise acquainted myself with your junk this week?”

“Lots,” murmured Josh, feeling a sudden stab of discomfort in his balls.

“Exactly. So I know what you’re packing down there. Trust me, it isn’t enough for a girl like Maya Gillespie.” She burst out laughing at the crushed look on Josh’s face. “It’s not like I care!” she said. “You’re my brother, it doesn’t matter to me if you’ve got a big penis or a tiny one. And girls who do care aren’t worth your time. I mean,” she corrected herself. “Big dicked guys are more confident, which is super hot. Plus they’re obviously better at… you know.”

Josh nodded miserably.

“But there’s more important things than just having mind-blowing orgasms all the time,” his sister concluded. “The last guy I dated was extremely blessed, but in the end we just didn’t have anything in common. He was the shoe-stealer,” she added, as though Josh and all other sexual deviants were supposed to know each other.

“Is there any chance of you getting out of my room?” Josh asked in despair.

“No!” chirped Hayley. “That Busterella video was actually a segueway into my real news, which is that we’ve had another commission. Exciting!”

“Can’t we leave it a few days?” Josh pleaded. “You really hurt my balls the other day.”

“No way!” Hayley said. “Do I need to remind you we’ve made almost £200 already this week?”

“I guess there are more expensive ways of getting a sex change.”

Hayley laughed.

“I keep telling you,” she said. “You aren’t the only one who values your little family jewels. But,” Hayley went on. “If you’re saying the game’s over, then I guess I really don’t care whether you have balls or not, do I?”

Josh felt a chill go through him. How serious was she being? It was getting harder and harder to tell the difference between Hayley and the ballbusting, castrating bitch she played in their videos.

“Now,” Hayley said. “This request is for a video where you ask me, as your badass girl best friend, to teach you to defend your balls in case Busterella finds you. Obviously, you’re terrible at it, and in the end, I get so frustrated that I accidentally destroy your balls myself. It ends with me saying ‘At least we don’t have to worry about Busterella castrating you anymore.'”

“Fine,” said Josh.

“I’ve even downloaded some MIDI sounds to splice in for when your balls go bye-bye,” Hayley said. “Listen!” She played some of them on Josh’s computer, laughing at his discomfort. “Do you think that’s what they sound like when they break, Joshy?” she asked him. “I always thought it would be more like a POP!”

“Do you want to do this now, or what?” Josh asked unhappily.

“Later,” Hayley said. “I’m off to spend some of our hard-earned money. We’ll do it this afternoon. Oh, and there’s one more thing,” she said as she moved towards the door. “Our customer’s paying extra for you to be naked in this one.”

“What? No way,” Josh said indignantly.

“Come on, Josh,” Hayley whined. “What’s the difference between letting your sister kick you in the balls on camera, and letting your sister kick you in the naked balls on camera?”

“Forget it,” said Josh. “You wouldn’t get naked for internet perverts, so why should I?”

Hayley considered.

“I know!” she said brightly. “Maya Gillespie used to cheerlead for all the sports teams in school, including the girls’ football. She and I were friends, sort of. What if I could get her round our house? I’m sure I could find some excuse to leave you alone to flirt with her. Would that be worth letting the ballbusting fans of the world see you with your willy hanging out?”

Josh’s thoughts were in a frenzy. An opportunity to be alone with Maya was more than he could have hoped for: but at the cost of letting his sister, never mind numerous strangers on the internet, see his dick and balls? He noticed uncomfortably that Hayley didn’t seem at all discomfited at the thought. Finally he decided to insist on Hayley holding up her end of the deal first: he could always back out later, after he’d taken his shot with Maya.

“No chance,” Hayley said, as soon as Josh named this condition. “I don’t want you changing your mind after you strike out with Maya. We’ll shoot the video today, and I’ll bring Maya round at the weekend. Start putting a script together while I’m out,” she said. “Maybe, I dunno, jack off as well. After all, it may be your last chance, you’re losing your balls later!”

Josh hadn’t told Hayley that, since she started busting his balls on a near-daily basis, he hadn’t been able to keep his dick hard for more than a few seconds. He hoped desperately that these effects wouldn’t be long-lasting. He could only imagine how hard his sister would laugh at him if she found out her kicks had taken away his ability to get an erection. She might decide to just crush his balls, since he clearly wouldn’t be needing them anymore.

His swollen balls had also prevented him from sleeping well recently, so when decided to rest his eyes for a few minutes around noon, he quickly fell asleep.

Josh’s dream was some disturbing combination of his earlier conversation with Hayley and their most recent ballbusting video.

HAYLEY: SORRY I KICKED YOU SO HARD IN THE BALLS, JOSH. I ONLY DID IT SO MAYA WOULD HAVE SEX WITH ME

The scene dissolved into one of Maya, lying on her back with her naked legs wide open. She was arching her back, clutching desperately at the bedsheets and moaning in pleasure as Hayley’s tongue roved over her clit.

Josh jerked awake. For a moment he felt ashamed. Usually in his dreams, Maya was getting pleasured by some kind of six foot male underwear model with an eight-inch cock. Was he starting to feel inferior to his own sister? Jesus Christ.

That was when he noticed he had a massive hard-on. Before he could do anything about it, his phone buzzed. A text from Hayley.

Clothes off, Joshy! it read. We’re doing this.

Josh sighed. Might as well get it over with, he thought. He stood up and pulled his shirt and shorts off. His erection had subsided as soon as he read his sister’s message. He looked disconsolately at his flaccid member. He knew it was only a bit smaller than average: still, it was going to be utterly humiliating to give Hayley visual confirmation of what she had said earlier about his unimpressive endowment.

He stepped out of his room. Hayley’s door was closed: Josh figured she’d be waiting for him downstairs. He was about to head on down to the lounge when he noticed something just past Hayley’s room, towards the end of the corridor. It was Hayley’s phone on its tripod.

She must have forgotten it up here, Josh thought to himself, moving towards it.

Suddenly Hayley herself sprang out of their mother’s bedroom.

“What are you..?” Josh shouted.

Hayley grabbed Josh’s arms and pinned them behind his back.

“Maya!” she shouted. “Come out here! I caught him jerking off and looking through the keyhole.”

Hayley’s bedroom door opened. Maya Gillespie stepped out.

Josh felt like he was still in a dream. Maya looked more beautiful than ever: petite even in her thick-soled boots, slim dancerly legs, a face that had been known to make straight women rethink things.

Her eyes swept in astonishment over what she now saw: Josh, naked, with Hayley holding his arms behind him. Josh was too shocked even to struggle. He could only watch as Maya’s expression changed from one of shock to anger and scorn.

“Fuck you Josh, you little-dicked loser,” she said. “Try jerking off after this!” With that, she drew her foot back and punted Josh as hard as she possibly could in the balls.

It was a whole other universe of pain from the times Hayley had kicked his nuts. Josh had never really believed she was holding back as far as she said she was: but as soon as Maya’s shoe crashed into his groin, Josh was sure she had ruined both of his testicles. Or he would have been if he could have thought of anything except the indescribable pain.

Hayley didn’t let go of his arms (again, if Josh had been able to think of anything, it would have occurred to him that his sister was hoping Maya would kick him in the balls again). But she wasn’t strong enough to hold him up as Josh crumpled to the ground.

“Wow!” Hayley said enthusiastically. “Mess with a cheerleader, get castrated!”

“Let’s get out of here,” Josh dimly heard Maya say in disgust.

Hayley crouched over Josh’s shuddering body.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered in his ear. “I know it wasn’t exactly like those little fantasies you had written out on your computer – there’s no spectacularly well-endowed guy here to take her home and give her the best orgasm of her life – but at least you got kicked in the balls by Maya Gillespie. And I got it on camera! Guerilla ballbusting!” She kissed Josh on the forehead and disappeared down the stairs with Maya, who was already starting to find the whole episode pretty funny.

When Kelsey came home two hours later, she removed her shoes in the hallway and called out “I’m back!”

Getting no answer, she ascended the stairs. The first thing she saw was her son lying on the landing, wearing no clothes and with his hands buried between his legs.

“Josh!” she cried out in shock, immediately surmising the nature of his injury but none the wiser as to how he could have received it. Kneeling next to her son, she prised his hands away from his groin, despite his groans of protest. “It’s nothing I didn’t see last week, honey,” she said, trying to sound reassuring. The truth was that she saw little to reassure her. Josh’s testicles were dark and swollen to twice their size when she had last seen them. She poked one experimentally. It felt intact, but Josh squealed in pain.

With trembling fingers, Kelsey produced her phone and called an ambulance.

At the hospital, they told her Josh had been lucky: neither of his testicles were ruptured, though both were severely bruised.

“He’ll be walking funny for a few days,” she was told by the urologist, a Dr. Miller. “But he’ll still be able to give you grandkids someday!”She laughed kindly at the concern still evident on Kelsey’s face. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I see worse injuries to the testicles every single day. You have no idea how many unfortunate skateboarders or bad boyfriends I’ve had to break the news to that they no longer have their balls. After a while, I have to keep reminding myself to be sympathetic. After all, it’s their manhood they’ve lost.”

Kelsey wasn’t sure she liked this Dr. Miller, but she was relieved enough that she didn’t let it show.

“Do you have any idea how this happened?” Dr. Miller asked.

It was a question Kelsey put to her son later, after she had brought him home and helped him up to his room. Josh was walking now, albeit painfully. Embarrassingly, his mother hadn’t been able to force him into clothes before the ambulance arrived, and Josh had been wheeled into the trauma centre with nothing but his hands covering his massively swollen testicles. He was still wearing the gown the hospital had lent him as he eased down onto his bed.

“You have to tell me what happened, Josh,” Kelsey told him. “If something’s going on, you must tell me. These are your balls we’re talking about. They’re the only ones you’ve got, honey, and they can be damaged so, so easily…”

Just then Hayley walked in.

“Whoa!” she said, breaking into a grin. “Did Joshy boy lose his nuts or what?”

“It’s not a joke!” Kelsey shouted. “I’ve tried to explain to you both how serious this is. Have either of you ever googled the words 'ruptured testicles?’ Believe me, it isn’t a pretty sight, and it’s what almost happened to Josh today. Now, I know there’s something at least one of you isn’t telling me, but I want this foolishness to end right now.”

Josh glanced at his sister. This was his chance to end the nightmare of the past few weeks. He’d actually been pretty terrified he was going to leave the hospital without his most precious parts. He saw that, if Hayley continued to have her way, his chances of remaining a man until the end of the summer were not great.

Before he could speak, Hayley said “I did it.”

Josh stared at her.

“I was coming out of my room, and the first thing I saw was Josh with his thingie hanging out,” Hayley went on. “I guess you were going for a shower, right Josh?” she said, looking meaningfully at him. “Anyway, I didn’t think, all I saw was this naked guy in our house and I just kicked him straight in the balls. But I never knew how bad I’d hurt him, or I wouldn’t have left him there like that!” she concluded.

Kelsey’s face softened.

“You should have thought,” she said. “Didn’t you think that any boy in this house, naked or otherwise, was probably your brother?”

“You’re the one who told me to go for the testicles whenever I thought I was in danger,” Hayley said, seeing her advantage. “You’re lucky I didn’t take your advice about trying to rupture them both with a single kick! Actually, so are you, Josh,” she added.

Josh couldn’t believe it. By taking the blame, Hayley had managed to turn the whole thing around so that Josh was practically at fault for almost losing his balls.

“Well,” said Kelsey. She looked at Josh. “It was very inconsiderate of you to be walking around naked, Josh,” she said. “Your sister should hardly have to expect to see you with your little bits and pieces on display. But Hayley,” she said, turning to Josh’s sister. “You owe Josh an apology. I still want a long talk with both of you. I can see I haven’t done nearly enough to teach you respect for the weakness of boys’ balls.”

With that, she left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Hayley yanked up Josh’s hospital gown and started filming his engorged balls. “Wow! She really got them good!” she said. “Did they really almost have to remove them, Joshy! Wouldn’t that be hilarious? You would have no balls!”

Josh tried pathetically to cover himself, but he was weak from the painkillers the hospital had given him, and Hayley easily fended him off.

“I can’t believe you did that today,” Josh said. “You ruined my chances with Maya and you nearly ruined my chances with all girls ever.”

Hayley giggled.

“I did, didn’t I,” she said. “But Josh, we both knew you were never going to get mini-Josh out for the camera. It’s pretty rich for you to say I’m the one who ruined your chances with Maya. Let’s face it: you can’t be trusted, and you have a small dick. A pair of working balls isn’t exactly a dealmaker for you, Joshy.”

She was still filming him all the time she said this. She wanted to capture his humiliation for the satisfaction of online ballbusting fetishists. Finally, she pocketed her phone again.

“Check out these shoes I bought with some of our money,” she said. They looked familiar. “They’re just like Maya’s!” Hayley told him gleefully. “If she could bruise your little balls, just think what my kicks could do when I’m wearing these! POP!” she said, demonstrating a snap kick on thin air. “You can have a few days to recover, Joshy,” she said. “Sorry, you’ll never get inside Maya Gillespie’s panties. But it’s not all bad! She says from now on she’s going to crush the balls of every poorly-endowed guy who tries to fuck her. You really helped her confidence, Josh!”

Part IV

I started this story almost exactly a year ago. Given that my first story, Strip Snap, took two years to finish, I’d say this represents an improved work ethic, though my fatality for over-elaboration remains unchanged. Just in case any of you haven’t read my Busterella series of stories, you should know that they crossover with this, the conclusion to Josh’s Balls. Given my time again, I’d think up a better title. 

“It’s good to see you again,” chirped Dr. Miller.

Josh started. He felt certain he would remember having seen Dr. Miller before. Even in her laboratory coat, buttoned to the clavicle, she was just breathtaking. It had been weeks since Josh had masturbated last: in that time, he’d found himself lusting after women far less attractive than this one. Now, alone in Dr. Miller’s consultation room, he felt his mouth going dry with desire.

His cock, however, didn’t so much as twitch.

“Uhm,” Josh said stupidly. Dr. Miller smiled.

“I examined you last week, after your unfortunate accident,” she told him. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember. You were only semi-conscious.”

She inspected him across her desk, elbows propped in a triangle. Josh couldn’t maintain her eye contact for more than a few seconds. This was going to be more difficult than he had realized.

“I can see you were referred back here by your local doctor,” Dr. Miller said, consulting some notes. “Why don’t you tell me what the problem is.”

Josh swallowed.

“It’s my…” he said, trailing off.

“I’m a medical professional,” Dr. Miller told him coaxingly. “There’s nothing you can tell me I won’t have heard before.”

Josh nodded.

“It’s my penis,” he said. “I can’t get it to… up,” he finished in a fluster.

Dr. Miller smiled sympathetically.

“That’s obviously a big concern for a young man like yourself. Am I to understand that this difficulty post-dates your recent testicular injury?”

“That’s right,” Josh lied. He saw no reason to tell her he hadn’t been able to get his dick hard for weeks, thanks to his sister Hayley’s repeated attacks on his balls. “I was wondering if you, maybe, might have, you know, missed something… last time I was here. My…” he gulped again. “My testicles are mostly fine now, but my penis just won’t…”

He trailed away again.

“Specialists rarely come as young as me, Mr. James,” Dr. Miller said, standing up and walking round her desk. “This is because few in my profession are as capable as I am. If there were anything wrong with your testicles, other than a slight double-asymmetry, I would have noticed.”

“Double asymmetry?” Josh said. “How is that..?”

“It’s quite possible. Each of your testicles is smaller than the other. Stand up,” Dr. Miller instructed.

Taken aback, Josh stood up. Dr. Miller looked at him for a few seconds. Josh smiled awkwardly.

“Trousers down?” she said, with a hint of impatience.

“Oh!”

While Dr. Miller prodded his testicles and penis (still utterly lifeless) Josh considered how little embarrassed he was at having his privates examined by a woman. After all, his sister, mother, and lifelong crush had all seen his junk over the past few weeks. And, he reassured himself, Dr. Miller was a professional. She had surely seen plenty of guys who were smaller than him.

At the end of the examination, Dr. Miller told him there was nothing physically the matter with his balls.

“We could repeat the sonograph,” she told him. “But for now I’d like to rule out the possibility of a proximate psychological cause.”

She explained that, after a severe injury to the testicles, many men found themselves incapable of maintaining an erection, even after recovery.

“Such injuries represent an often-traumatic blow to the victim’s sense of manhood,” Dr. Miller said. “This can create a latent sense of inferiority, manifesting in an inability to ‘perform,'” air quotes, “as a man.”

She wrote out a prescription for him.

“Get this filled downstairs,” she said.

“Thanks,” said Josh, stumbling to his feet. He was still enchanted by her beauty. “See you again.”

“For your sake, I hope not, Mr. James,” replied Dr. Miller with a smile.

Josh had hoped to be able to keep his visit to the hospital a secret. Unfortunately, he had reckoned without Hayley’s newfound disrespect for her older brother.

“It’s just hard for me to take you seriously since I saw you get your underdeveloped dick and balls kicked in by the girl you’re in love with,” she had told him a few days ago. Consequently, whereas only a few weeks before she had been his occasionally-annoying little sister, she now treated Josh with no consideration at all. She ignored her share of household chores, leaving them for Josh meekly to take care of. At any sign of protest from him, Hayley would jab her knee sharply in the direction of his groin. “Careful, Josh,” she’d warn him playfully. “If you keep busting my balls like this, I just might bust yours as well!”

Despite his sister’s threats, Josh’s balls had not suffered her powerful kicks and knees since Maya Gillespie put him in the hospital with near-ruptured testicles. Even Hayley seemed to realize how close Josh had been to losing his manhood permanently and was prepared to recognize his reluctance to take part in any further ballbusting videos. Josh was under no illusions, though: he knew that as soon as Hayley thought he was recovered, she would insist on a return to their popular series of videos, and for that reason he had for some time been exaggerating the time his rehabilitation would take. There were still over two weeks left of summer: that, Josh knew, would feel like a long time if he had to spend it hoping he’d still be able to (finally) get laid this year.

Therefore, Josh allowed Hayley to think that her next kick to his balls might just crush them for good, while accepting that as long as Hayley believed this, she would continue to treat him like a pathetic excuse for a man.

This treatment only worsened when she discovered his prescription from Dr. Miller.

“Viagra?” she said, waving the box of pills tauntingly in front of his face. Josh’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God, Joshy, can you not even get a hard-on anymore?” She laughed at his expression.

“Those were in my sock drawer!” Josh raged at her. “Why were you rooting through my stuff?”

Hayley shrugged. “Bored,” she said, dismissively. Her face brightened. “Not anymore though!” With her hands cupped between her legs, she mocked him in a childish voice: “My little sister kicked me too hard in my little ballsies and now my little willy doesn’t work.”

“Give me those pills!” said Josh, lunging for the box in Hayley’s hand.

At that moment the door opened and their mother, Kelsey, walked into the lounge.

Ever since (Kelsey believed) Hayley had mistaken Josh for an intruder and punted him so hard in the balls he almost needed to have them removed, Kelsey had been spending much of her annual leave in and around the house. Josh suspected that his mother hadn’t been convinced entirely by Hayley’s explanation of his injury: her habit of appearing at the slightest hint of a fracas between her two children only strengthened this suspicion.

“Something going on?” Kelsey asked.

“Nothing,” Hayley said. Josh saw her slip his box of pills surreptitiously up her sleeve. “Just trying to persuade Josh to walk me to my friend Maya’s house this evening.”

“Josh,” exclaimed their mother. “Of course, you’re not going to let your sister walk across town alone at night, are you?”

“No,” Josh said through gritted teeth. “Of course not.

We aren’t really going to Maya’s house, are we?” he asked his sister fearfully, once Kelsey had gone.

Hayley laughed. “I doubt your nuts would survive a second encounter,” she told him. “You can wait for me in the park. I just need to visit Maya to borrow some equipment off her.”

“Equipment?” Josh whispered, terrified.

“You’ll see,” Hayley said with a smile.

Josh did see. Around ten o'clock that night, he waited alone in the park. Although it was a warm night, the whole area was deserted. Even so, Josh was scanning the layout nervously. It had been in this very park that the vigilante known as Busterella had inflicted massive trauma on the testicles of a teenage boy not two weeks ago.

He jumped at the sound of footsteps behind him, but it was only his sister, toting two medium-sized klieg lights. Immediately Josh saw what she had in mind.

“No,” he said. “Hayley, you’ve gone too far. We’re not shooting a video out here.”

Hayley arranged the lights on either side of her camera tripod.

“We can’t do it here,” Josh hissed at her. “Someone will see.”

“We can’t do it at home either,” Hayley replied, still fiddling with the camera settings. “Not with mum always around, and we need to get back in the game. Do you realize how backed up with requests we are?”

“I’m not ready,” Josh said, trying not to whine.

“You’d better get ready in the next few minutes,” Hayley snapped. “Maya only lent me this stuff after I promised her a copy.”

Josh was sure his sister would see his face turn red in the dark. “You told Maya about… this?” he whispered harshly.

Hayley groaned. “Get over it, for God’s sake,” she said. “She’s already seen you naked and kicked your balls into orbit, I don’t think you have to worry about her opinion of you getting any lower.”

The stage was finally set. The kliegs created a pool of light of about ten square metres. Hayley explained the plot of this latest video.

“Classic rape-reversal fantasy,” she said. “I’m walking home, all alone and vulnerable, when you jump out at me. Nude, obviously. You grab me, I crush your balls – one less rapist in the world. Nude, I said,” she snapped at him. Josh reluctantly began removing his shirt. When had it become so normal for his sister to order him around and humiliate him like this?

He stepped out of his boxers. Hayley cocked an eyebrow at her brother’s exposed dick and balls.

“Either it’s cold out here or you look even smaller with your balls all swollen,” she quipped.

“Can you please go easy on them?” Josh said feebly. “I’m really getting worried about the… consequences.”

“You mean like needing blue bombers just to jerk off?” Hayley cruelly replied. “If you were going to get castrated it would have happened already. Now come on, let’s do this thing. And try to make it look realistic, I don’t want you collapsing every time I tap your balls.”

Josh felt a prick of rage in his stomach. This was it. He finally had taken all he could take. His sister had injured him, degraded him, and ruined whatever chance he ever had with the girl of his dreams. All for some stupid moneyspinning videos. She didn’t care whether or not his balls ever worked properly again, that had been made perfectly clear over the last few days and weeks. His teeth ground in his skull as he picked his clothes up off the ground. Hayley’s back was to him as she made some last-minute adjustments to the lighting. The beams illuminated her bare legs and shoulders. Josh realized she had dressed for the occasion, an innocent girl walking home after a party, valiantly overpowering and castrating a local creeper. Suddenly Josh had a better idea than walking off in a huff. He laid his clothes down on the ground again.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said enthusiastically.

Hayley turned to look at him skeptically. “Who’s got brass balls all of a sudden?” she said.

“I just want to give our fans what they want,” Josh replied.

Holly strolled through the park, enjoying the summer night air on her skin. She was dressed, and not for the first time this week, as Busterella. In fact, this was the third night running she had stalked the darkness in her vigilante get-up. She understood that only in comic books do superheroes loiter around in their spandex, waiting for purse snatchers and bank robbers. But she felt so powerful as her alter-ego. Maybe it was the number of men whose testicles had suffered torment and even annihilation at her hands, or perhaps it was the way the girls in her self-defense class continued to talk of Busterella as some kind of avenging guardian, but when she donned her cheap costume, Holly felt invincible.

Invincible and sexy. Again, it could have been the memory of so many balls squashing, crunching, bursting against her feet and her knees, but as Busterella Holly was turned-on pretty much constantly. As soon as she got home, in fact, she planned to mentally replay a few of her favourite castrations while her fingers did their stuff.

Home is where she was headed when she decided to take the scenic route through the park. She laughed softly to herself as she remembered her last visit here.

At that moment she heard a shout in the darkness. Rounding the end of a tree line, she saw two figures struggling about a hundred yards in the distance. Their forms were lit, for some reason, by a pair of stage lights. As Holly crept closer, she saw that they were a man and a woman, or a boy and a girl. She saw also that the boy was naked. Some bizarre university art film, maybe, Holly thought.

But no. Something about the way the protagonists were grappling made Holly think the girl wasn’t participating voluntarily. She crept closer still.

The story had called for Josh to run up behind Hayley and grab her by the waist, with one hand covering her mouth. She would reach behind and squeeze his balls until he released her, at which point she would turn around, put her hands on his shoulders, and drop him with a ruinous knee to the testicles. After that, they would improvise for a few minutes, before the denouement: a vicious stomp to the groin, with squelching sound effects to be edited in later.

Josh had decided to make a few revisions. As Hayley aimed her knee towards his groin, he skipped backwards, evading the strike. Taking advantage of her confusion, he rushed forwards, crouching low to screen his balls, and tackled his sister at the waist. Hayley may have figuratively emasculated him over the last few weeks, but he was still taller and stronger than she was. Lifting her in a bear hug, he threw her to the ground where she landed in an awkward semi-crouch. Before she could get up, Josh grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it over her head.

“What are you doing, you creep?” Hayley screamed. Josh couldn’t tell if she was still playing for the camera or not. Locking his arms around her shoulders, he hauled his sister up in a half-nelson.

“Just giving our fans what they want,” he said in her ear. Ensuring they were facing the camera, he freed one of her arms. Reaching over Hayley’s shoulder, he took hold of the front of her bra and wrenched over her head, exposing her enviable breasts to the night air.

“That’s enough, Josh,” Hayley hissed through her teeth. “Fucking let go of me.” Josh was gratified to hear the mortification in her voice.

“Maybe now you know how it feels,” he answered in an equal whisper. He released his grip on his sister and pushed her away. Hayley turned to face him. Immediately she had one arm around her chest, covering herself up. Josh was surprised to see absolute hatred in his sister’s eyes. He made himself regain composure. This was nothing compared to what she had done to him. Finally, he had Hayley at a disadvantage – he had no dignity left to lose. His cock and balls were on the internet for all to see. To really teach Hayley a lesson, Josh had decided to show her how that felt.

He charged at his sister again. She directed a snap kick between his legs, but Josh was ready. He grabbed her foot out of the air and shoved forwards. Caught off balance, Hayley fell to the ground. With one arm still covering her modesty, there was nothing she could do to stop Josh from pulling her skirt down around her thighs. To his delight, Josh saw his sister wasn’t wearing underwear. Despite her flailing legs, he finally succeeded in pulling her skirt off entirely. Hayley was now naked except for the thick boots she had bought with the revenue from their videos.  

Holly decided she had seen enough. Slowly, she moved towards the pool of light, before accelerating into a jog.

Josh held his sister’s skirt above her head tauntingly. “Think how much money we’ll make off of this one, sis,” he said, repeating back to her the words she had used so often. “Your tits and cunt for the whole world to see! Not so much fun, is it?” Actually, Hayley was using her hands to cover the aforementioned parts of her anatomy. But Josh was intoxicated with his humiliation of his sister. Revenge, finally, was his! Evading her kicks at his groin, he skipped around his sister’s prostrate body and began to pick her up from the ground.

For a fraction of a second, Josh didn’t know what had happened. He was holding Hayley at the shoulders, but she seemed, somehow, to have… kicked him in the balls? Something was very wrong here.

That was when the pain hit him. Hit him like a speeding train. He looked down and saw a disembodied foot buried between his legs. He also saw that his own feet were about two inches off the ground. The world seemed to have frozen – there was nothing except the all-consuming pain radiating from his testicles.

Wow, thought Holly. She had never kicked a boy so hard in his balls before that he was lifted off the ground. Rather than admire her good work, she withdrew her leg and kicked Josh in the testicles again.

If her first kick had been devastating, her second was lethal. Josh’s balls stood no chance. He felt his right ball turn to pulp under the force of the kick. The pain he had been feeling was ten times multiplied. He opened his mouth to scream, and no sound emerged. He was on the ground, his hands buried between his legs. He didn’t even remember falling. His fingers frantically sought out his testicles. Even through the unremitting, incomprehensible pain, he hoped against hope that he was still somehow a full man.

His left hand closed around a complete testicle. His right found nothing, just a clumpy mush which sent white shards of pain into his abdomen the moment he touched it. Overcome with pain and horror, Josh slipped into unconsciousness.

He came awake into a blinding light. He blinked a few times, and the light resolved into beams from the klieg lights. They had been repositioned around him. The pain emanating from what used to be his right ball was indescribable. His mouth tasted like he might have thrown up. His legs felt too heavy to move. Lifting his head, he saw the reason for this: Holly was perched on his shins, pointing her phone directly at his misshapen ballsack, providing a kind of running commentary.

“… obviously I always wondered what a crushed ball would look like,” she was saying. “Pretty funny, it turns out is the answer. As you can see, my brother’s right testicle is totally pulped. There’s just… nothing left, like, at all.” She prodded at his ruined ball with one finger, causing Josh to shriek with pain.

“You’re awake!” said Hayley eagerly, training the camera on her brother’s face. “Oh, but bad news,” she continued in a mock-sympathetic voice.

“For God’s sake,” Josh said weakly. “I need to go to hospital, Hayley.”

“Don’t worry, Joshy,” said Hayley. She wasn’t lowering the camera. “We’ll get you to hospital. There’s just one thing left to… take care of,” she finished, with a mischievous smirk.

That was when Josh realized his hands were tied behind his back. Out of the corner of his eye he detected someone else just inside the light’s expanse.

“Who’s that?”

A second face loomed into view.

“The name’s Busterella,” said Holly. Josh whimpered.

“I don’t usually apologize for things like this, but, well… I’m sorry I crushed one of your balls,” Holly was saying.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody,” Josh started jabbering. “Just, please, call me an ambulance, maybe the doctors can still save…”

A slow smirk spread across Holly’s face.

“Aw,” she said. “Honey. There’s nothing there to save. Your sister and I both agree that calling an ambulance at this stage would be pointless. And by the way,” she went on. “I wasn’t apologizing to you. I was apologizing to Hayley. If I’d have known what I was interrupting, I’d have let her turn both your little balls to mush herself.”

Hayley giggled and stood off Josh’s legs. It was only at this point that he noticed his sister hadn’t put her clothes back on. Hayley handed her phone to Holly, who repositioned herself on her knees behind Josh, and propped his head up against her breasts.

“Fortunately,” said Holly, “you still have the one.” Josh’s eyes went wide with horror. Hayley burst into laughter.

“That’s right, Josh! Obviously, our arrangement doesn’t suit you anymore, so I’m gonna take your last ball! I just want you to know that if it weren’t for that little stunt you tried to pull, I wouldn’t be doing this. So in a way, it’s your fault you’re about to have no more testicles. Just something to think about.” Hayley blew her brother a kiss and started walking away from him.

In a panic, Josh tried to free himself, but his legs were still numb, and with his arms tied he was totally at the mercy of the two women. Hayley turned around. Over Josh’s shoulder, Holly was training the camera on his sister. Josh started to plead, but Holly clamped her free hand over his mouth.

“Remember how I was our team’s penalty-taker in school, Josh?” Hayley called. Josh mumbled desperately into Holly’s palm.

Hayley set herself for her run-up, then sprinted forward. Her breasts bounced up and down as she began to draw her right leg back. Her leg seemed to rise and rise up behind her: Josh could see every muscle flex in his sister’s powerful thighs.

With all the strength in her body, Hayley kicked forward. The toe of her boot connected directly with Josh’s one intact testicle.

There was a muffled popping sound, and both siblings realized what had happened.

Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head as Hayley started pointing and laughing at him.

“I felt it go pop!” she said. “Wow! Your little sister just castrated you, Joshy! No more fun between the legs for you!”

“Way to go!” Holly said. The two women high-fived. Hayley bent down and prodded her brother’s pulpy ballsack. She couldn’t repress her giggles.

As for Josh, he was slowly losing consciousness. The pain when his last testicle exploded had been too great for him to even scream. The fact that he was a eunuch now couldn’t even begin to penetrate the storm of pain. As blackness started to squeeze out his field of vision, he heard Holly say, “Now we’ll get you an ambulance.”

“It’s good to see you again,” chirped Dr. Miller.

Josh took his seat with a wince. Although there was a faint residual pain between his legs, the reason for his reaction was Dr. Miller’s infuriatingly upbeat demeanour. This was his fifth meeting with her, the second since he woke up in hospital to receive the news from her that both of his testicles had been surgically removed.

He did his best to banish the memory of that particular day. Although his memory was hazy from the anaesthesia, he had the strong feeling he hadn’t acquitted himself well. There had been tears, he was sure about that. What made it worse was that his mother and sister had both been in the room. While Kelsey had of course been distraught, there was one memory that was as clear as anything: his sister Hayley winking at him while Dr. Miller consoled their mother.

Since then, Dr. Miller had commenced all their meetings with the same thoughtlessly breezy greeting, as though discussing the loss of his testicles with a beautiful woman were something Josh should have been looking forward to.

“And how are we feeling?” she now asked him.

“There’s not much pain…” Josh said. Dr. Miller waited for him to go on, an encouraging expression on her face. Josh swallowed. “It’s just that,” he said, “the hormone replacement pills you’ve prescribed me, they… don’t seem to be doing anything.”

Dr. Miller frowned. “Well, it’s been four weeks since you began the therapy. We should certainly be seeing some improvement by now.”

Josh shook his head silently. It was true – since the removal of his balls, he hadn’t been able to get a single erection. The drugs did nothing. At first, he had assumed he was simply suffering from the aftereffects of his surgery, but when after three weeks he was still incapable of getting it up he had arranged an appointment with Dr. Miller.

“You know,” she said, consulting her notes, “I do recall suggesting a psychological issue, the last time we had, uhm, this conversation. Things were a little different then, of course…”

Josh blushed and looked at his feet. This was even more humiliating than he had feared.

“In that you still had your testicles,” Dr. Miller clarified. “But, given the ongoing erectile problems even with replacement therapy, it is my professional recommendation that you see a psychiatrist. I have a list of names I can refer you to…”

“How could I possibly be thinking myself out of getting an erection?” Josh asked through gritted teeth. This couldn’t possibly be Dr. Miller’s solution. “I never had to think about it back when I still had…” He trailed off.

Dr. Miller looked at him sympathetically.

“Many men struggle with feelings of worthlessness after an injury of the kind you sustained,” she said. Seeing the look on his face, she flushed slightly. “Sexual worthlessness, I mean, I’m sure you have a great many qualities, Mr. James… but, without your testicles, you can no longer pleasure a woman or enjoy any sexual gratification of your own. Not to mention the… circumstances in which you were brought to us.”

Hayley had told the doctors that she and Josh had had an argument while walking to Maya’s house, in the course of which Josh had turned around and walked off. Making her own way home later that night, she had come across her brother unconscious in the park, stripped naked and “with his, erm, ‘boy parts’ all crushed and pulpy,” she had told them. A victim, no doubt, of the criminal Busterella, who remained at large.

Josh had told nobody the truth. Hayley had never uploaded their final ballbusting video – she had given him to understand, in so many words, that so long as he kept his mouth shut, the only people who need know about his castration were herself, their mother, and Dr. Miller. Who was still talking.

“For your sister to find you like that must have been extremely traumatic for her, and perhaps you even feel, on some level, that this is what you deserve for leaving her to walk home alone through the dark.”

“What?” Josh exploded.

“Just consider it,” said Dr. Miller, passing a list of names across her desk. Josh saw angrily that they all seemed to be female. “I recommend a lot of impotent men to psychiatric therapy,” she said. “With counselling, some do regain the full enjoyment of their manhood. Not all, but… some,” she concluded, looking slightly sheepish. “Anyway, worst case scenario, it will help you adjust to life without your testicles. Please do let me know how it goes, Mr. James. It’s been good to see you again.”

That evening, Josh tried, as he had tried every night for the past month, to get his dick hard. His mother and sister were both out – he could take as much time as he needed. He lay naked on his bed and tried to coax some life into his limp penis, carefully avoiding touching the flap of skin which used to be his ballsack. With his eyes closed, he revisited all his old fantasies – none of his ballbusting ones, he had been well and truly cured of that fetish – but the classical sexual scenarios he had once dreamed of fulfilling with Maya Gillespie. He pictured the sumptuous curve of her breasts, imagined the warmth of her cunt and he slowly slid his fantastically engorged cock into her…

Screams of female laughter exploded his reverie. His eyes shot open. Hayley and Maya were standing in the doorway, doubled over with hilarity.

“No!” Josh cried, covering up what was left of his manhood.

“Oh my God, it’s actually true,” Maya was saying through tears of laughter. “He has no more balls!”

Hayley leapt across the room and pulled Josh’s hands away from his crotch. After a brief struggle, he stopped resisting. Maya had already seen everything – it wasn’t like he could get any more humiliated.

Or so he thought.

“I can’t believe you told her,” he said pathetically to Hayley. His sister released his arms and faked a kick at his crotch. Instinctively he flinched, drawing more laughter from the girls.

“She didn’t tell me, Joshy,” Maya said. “She showed me!” Producing her phone she turned the screen towards Josh. To his horror, he saw a familiar sight – his sister, drawing her leg back, and back, before finally - .

He looked at Hayley speechlessly. His sister shrugged.

“I did promise her a copy,” she said, fake-guiltily.

“And you have no idea how many times I’ve watched it, Joshy,” Maya said mockingly. “Your sister turning your balls into jelly is the best thing I’ve ever seen. So does your little thingy not work anymore?” she asked in a sweet voice. Hayley giggled.

“I… have pills,” Josh said in a fluster. “I can still… still…”

“You mean those sugar pills my cousin gave you?” Maya asked. Josh felt his insides go cold. The girls were laughing again. “Didn’t you know Jodie Miller and I are related? As soon as Hayley told me what she’d done to you, I called her up and told her about how you like to peep through girls’ keyholes. She agreed with me that it’s just better for females everywhere that you don’t get to have a functioning dick.”

Josh’s mouth moved soundlessly. He looked at his sister, who only burst into further laughter at the expression on his face.

“Now, as long as you play nice, Josh, all of this will remain a secret between you, me, and your sister. But, if I get even the slightest hint from my cousin that you’ve gone elsewhere for some drugs so you can pretend to still be a man, then this,” waving her phone, “is going straight online. I reckon it won’t be more than a week before the whole town knows how you lost your little balls.”

Josh looked pleadingly at his sister one last time. “Why?” he said, chokingly. It was all he could think to say.

Hayley pretended to think. “Because it’s hilarious?” she said eventually. “You’re going back to university as a balless freak! While all your friends are out getting laid, you’ll be stroking that worthless little thing between your legs and wishing you hadn’t messed with your sister!”

Josh jumped up. “You fucking bitches!” he shouted. He advanced towards Maya and his sister, not knowing exactly what he intended to do – he only knew that they had taken away his sex life before it even started, and now they were mocking him about it. He could have done anything.

Before he could get close, Maya’s leg shot out and thudded into his groin. Instinctively Josh doubled over, clutching himself. But of course, there was nothing left there to clutch at.

Hayley and Maya burst into new fits of laughter.

“Hope you enjoyed that, because it was the last time a girl ever touches you down there, Josh,” Maya said breathlessly.

Josh looked at them both with hatred burning in his stomach. The worst part was that he was completely powerless – even if he attacked both girls, even if he somehow overpowered them and paid back even half the pain they had caused him, he would still be a eunuch. There was nothing he could do to them.

As Hayley and Maya tumbled out through his door, they each turned and gave him the finger. The sound of their laughter rang in Josh’s ears long after they had left the house.