Sevrian's Story

by Sevrian

I met her in the most unexpected way. Sitting in a bright, sun-lit coffee shop alternately reading, working up a serious buzz on espressos, and gossiping with the staff, I found myself half listening to a conversation going on behind me. One voice, getting increasingly heated, I knew – another coffee shop regular who I always tried to ignore due to his loud opinions and fondness for his own voice; the other was light, calm, female, and as cold as a blade being slid up the inside of my thigh. Unable to resist, I turned on my stool and saw her for the first time.

I’m not sure even now of her age, but she was young; maybe twenty, maybe not. Sitting back on one of the soft leather sofas, her legs crossed above the knee, she was slender, elegant, and dressed head to toe in black. Her pale, heart-shaped face, untouched by makeup, was framed by long dark hair, and her stiletto-heeled knee-boot tapped on the table in front of her to punctuate her words.

For a moment I was so arrested by the sight I must have simply stared, open-mouthed; and in that moment she saw me. Her ice-blue eyes pinned me to the wall behind, and in half a second opened me, read me, and possessed me. Stunned by the intensity of her gaze it was a second before I realised she’d actually spoken.

‘So what do you think?’

Focussed now on me, her voice seemed perhaps a degree or two warmer; but even so it had a hard edge that, combined with my clear view of the cruelly sharp point of her boot, left me with butterflies in my stomach, a tingling excitement in my cock, and my testicles trying to crawl back up into my body.

‘What?’ I stammered.

‘We were discussing,’ she snapped with a murderous glance at her opponent, ‘the equality or otherwise of the genders.’ She nodded to the low armchair directly across the table from her, and without even thinking to resist I picked up my half-finished espresso and joined her. ‘This gentleman,’the word was launched with subzero distaste, ‘seems to think men are stronger, and therefore better, than women. I, not surprisingly, do not. As a man,’ icicles again encrusted the word, ‘I’d be interested to know what you think.’

Nervously I glanced at her debating partner, now looking thoroughly pissed-off to have been sidelined. But under that glacial gaze I couldn’t help saying what I really thought; saying things one man never says in front of another.

‘Well, I guess men are stronger in general in terms of sheer muscle; but stronger overall? No way. Our extra muscle’s only there so that we can actually be useful to women. If that’s our claim to superiority then we’re pretty much fucked. No man can prove himself stronger than a woman if she’s prepared to use her natural advantage. The only reason men have got away with dominating and fucking up the world for so long is that women have been too decent to put us in our place.’

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Her previous sparring-partner was not impressed. His face, already blotchy with anger was now going purple as a bruise. ‘No fucking woman’s got a natural advantage over me!’

‘Well maybe not.’ I replied quietly; aware all the time of her eyes on me, assessing me. ‘Maybe you’re not actually a man. But if you’re intact,’ I glanced briefly and significantly down to where his groin was hidden below his wobbling beer belly, ‘then every woman in the world could take you down with one kick. And frankly, given what we men have done to the world, done to women, that’s what we deserve.’

Even as the words left my mouth I couldn’t believe I was saying them. It’s not that I didn’t believe it; it’s just you don’t say those things in public. You don’t admit in front of other men that you’re one of the ones who know; one of the men who admit their inferiority, admit that we’re not here to dominate but here to serve, if only women would take what they deserve from us. For a moment I don’t think he could believe I’d said it either; but when my words finally sunk in they were simply too much. He slammed his cup down on the table, looked at both of us with an odd mixture of terror and contempt, pushed himself to his feet and stomped off without another word.

Alone now with her, I suddenly found myself aware of what I’d done, of what I’d said, and very, very aware both of her cold, precipitous beauty and of the vulnerable, tingling flesh between my thighs. She had moved to sit forward on her seat; watching the debate between her male playthings with the intensity of a cat its prey. Now, as I turned to face her she lounged back against the leather sofa, and for the first time I could pick out the swell of firm, high-set breasts under her severe black linen shirt.

‘Very good.’ Her voice now, although no less threatening, had picked up a lilt of excitement, and I felt my groin heat at the thought of what that might mean. ‘Tell me, is that what you really think?’

I looked at her, looked straight into those cold, beautiful eyes, and knew that this was a moment I couldn’t go back from; but there was never any doubt as to my answer.

‘Oh yes. I meant every word.’

And that was the first time that I felt her foot between my legs. Unable to see her move from where I sat, I almost yelped with shock as her booted right foot slid in between my thighs; but realising at once what she wanted I parted my legs and leant forward to disguise what was happening should anyone chance to look. With a slight smile of approval, she flexed her slim, beautifully toned thigh in its tight cotton leggings, and pressed the four inch heel of her boot into my groin. As I gripped the edge of the table and bit my lip in fear and excitement, she expertly probed between my legs. The soul of her boot crushed my rapidly erecting penis hard against my belly, and her cripplingly hard heel stabbed first into the soft flesh of my scrotum, then into the base of my cock, and finally, with a murmur of satisfaction at my barely suppressed whimper of pain, she scored a direct hit on my right ball – driving it up against the taught tendons of my groin and slowly and thoroughly crushing it.

Unable to help myself I doubled up over the table as, slowly, and with apparently total detachment, she ground her stiletto into my testicle. Despite biting my lip until it was almost bleeding I couldn’t help gasping and whimpering at the sickening waves and stabs of pain that welled up from my groin; and in some small, detached part of my mind, I thanked the coffee shop for the excessive volume of its music system. And then suddenly, the pressure on my ball was released. Looking up, startled, I saw the faintest hint of a smile on her face. And then before I could move, her heel was back; grating its way around the base of my cock and stabbing into my scrotum again. But although she twisted and stabbed with obvious expertise, she couldn’t seem to find her target. With a hiss of annoyance she briefly withdrew her foot from my groin.

‘Where is it?’ She snapped; the toe of her boot flicking back to pin the tip of my cock painfully against my body. And for the first time I touched her; well, touched her boot at least. With shaking hands I took the smooth, cold leather of her booted ankle in my hands and fitted her foot into my groin; directing her heel to where my other ball was hiding, pulled tight against my body on the left side of my cock. With a brief smile and nod of approval, she waited while I resumed my position braced against the table. And then with a single thrust of her beautiful thigh she reduced me to a helpless mass of agony, gasping and twitching as she rolled my ball up and down my groin, spearing it alternately against my rigid cock and my quivering thigh as I choked and whimpered and tried desperately not to scream.

And then suddenly it was gone. The pressure on my testicle withdrew, and I looked up through a haze of agony to see her finishing the last mouthful of her coffee, and standing primly up as if nothing had happened. For one dreadful moment I thought she was simply going to leave. But then, as I sat hunched and gasping over the table, with the pain from my tortured balls tearing through me in wave after sickening wave, she leant over me and whispered in my ear.

‘You have five minutes. I’ll wait outside for that long but no longer. Pull yourself together enough to walk and you can come with me. If you don’t you’ll never have the chance; and if I see you again all you’ll get is the kicking you deserve for leading me on and not performing. Understand?’

And with that, she was gone.

I almost missed the deadline. For the first couple of minutes I couldn’t even stand up let alone walk. It’s not that I didn’t try; but as soon as I attempted to move, twin bolts of agony shot up from my groin into my gut and it was all I could do not to vomit. I’d never known anything like it. I’d had one girlfriend before who I’d got into hurting me - giggling as she brought her knee up between my legs; and another who’d simply been violent – every argument we’d ever had settled with a swift, hard kick in the balls; but the skill of this woman was amazing. Without even being able to see what she was doing, and feeling only through four inches of stiletto heel, she’d crushed my testicles more thoroughly than any of those vicious, anger-driven kicks had ever done.

And whatever else she might have in store for me, I had to have it. Already I was addicted; fucked-up chemical dependant in love with her for what she’d done to me. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I pushed myself to my feet, stood for a good thirty seconds holding the table while my stomach turned over and my head span; and then, gasping with every step as my swollen testicles rubbed together between my legs, I made my way to the door.

She was waiting under the shadow of a tree a few yards away. As I staggered towards her she glanced up briefly, and then simply turned and strode away at a speed I had to hobble agonisingly hard to keep up with; her stilettos sparking off the pavement with every step. It was only when I’d managed to draw level with her that she even spoke.

‘Do you have transport?’

‘Yes,’ I gasped; my voice absurdly cracked, ‘my car; in the car park across the square.’

‘Good. You may drive me home.’

Turning sharply and crossing the road, her slender legs scissoring hypnotically, she strode into and across the sunlit square without once glancing back to see if I was following her. It was only after she had disappeared down the concrete ramp of the underground car park and I’d hurried into its dim depths after her that I found she’d stopped. She was waiting, legs apart and fists resting on slender hips, in the dim pool of grubby yellow cast by one of the ceiling lights. I stopped in front of her. Gasping from the awful ache in my groin and gut, and more excited than I’d ever felt in my life. She nodded her head towards the packed rows of car roofs, diminishing into the gloom.

‘Which is yours?’

I told her; indicating the row with a shaking hand. And then, feeling like I was taking my life or at least the future of my manhood in my hands, I timidly, and with bowed head, asked to know her name. For a moment she simply stood in frozen silence; and I gritted my teeth and tried to prepare for the kick I was sure would come. But she didn’t kick me; not yet. Instead she answered with glacial control.

‘In public, when you have cause to address me – and you will only speak when I wish it – you may call me Ebony. When we are alone... well; how do you think you should address me?’

‘Mistress?’ I gasped; tensing myself again for the expected blow. But instead she simply nodded coldly and continued.

‘Yes. That will do. And what, pray tell, do I call you?’

And foolishly, I gave her my name.

The impact of her foot hitting my groin was like nothing I’d ever felt. The cruelly pointed toe of her boot landed with an anatomical exactness hardly to be believed; not pushing my balls up into the relative safety of the spaces between my cock and my thighs, but landing square on my left testicle, slamming it up against my pubic bone and practically lifting me off my feet with the force of the impact. I think I may have lost consciousness for a moment; certainly I don’t remember hitting the ground. But I do remember being there. I remember my body writhing on the concrete, completely out of my control, as it tried to get away from the pain. I remember hearing the echoing sound of a man screaming in unendurable torment, and realising in some part of my mind that the voice was mine. I remember the pain; I think I will always remember the pain of that first kick. And finally, I remember her voice. I remember the feel of her breath on my cheek as she hissed at me from an inch away.

‘You have no name but what I give you, creature, and don’t you ever forget it. You are my slave and my plaything until I decide I no longer have a use for you; and you will know this pain every time you disobey me, and every time it pleases me. Now I ask you once again: what do I call you?’

And between the wracking sobs that were the nearest thing I could manage to breathing, I ground my teeth against the indescribable pain in my groin, and choked out the answer I hoped with all my being was the right one.

‘Slave, mistress; you will call me slave.’

And with that I could do no more than curl up on myself around the agony and vomit bitter half-digested coffee onto the filthy concrete.

For some while she simply sat on her haunches beside me; watching me quiver and retch, and listening to me sob with pain. And then with surprising strength she hauled be over onto my back and, before I had even registered what was happening, she had unfastened my jeans and the slim, cold fingers of her right hand had thrust down between my legs and grasped my bruised and swollen scrotum. For a moment I was too shocked to even make a sound. But then, as her fingers clamped around the throbbing mass of my left testicle, the pain turned my vision to a blank white glare and I shrieked with all the power in my lungs. For what seemed an eternity I writhed in her grasp as she squeezed and probed at my ball. And then her hand withdrew, and I lay choking and retching again; hardly aware of her hands as they now equally dextrously went through my pockets.

‘For god’s sake stop whining slave.’ Her cold voice was like a full-force slap in the face. ‘I haven’t split you; not yet anyway. But if you carry on like this I just might. Kicking one of your pathetic little balls into mush might just make up for the way you’re making me wait. Well I’m not waiting any longer.’ She jingled my car keys in front of my tear-blurred eyes. ‘I’m going home. Either you drive me or I take your car and leave you here.’

Without another word she turned on her needle-pointed heel and clicked away across the concrete; and there was nothing I could do but pull my clothes together around me, push myself shaking and sobbing to my feet, and stagger off into the dimness after her lithe and beautiful figure...

Driving her home was such a blurred mix of pain, anticipation, fear and excitement I can hardly describe it. Although I can say it’s the one time in my life I’ve truly wished I drove an automatic; every time my left foot pressed down on the clutch my left ball, caught tight in the unforgiving denim of my jeans, pushed up between my thigh and my cock with a dagger like thrust of pain into my gut; and every time my foot came back up, the movement tugged my swollen testicle back down through the narrowing gap, and it was all I could do not to drive off the road as I struggled with the nauseating agony.

While I drove and suffered, Ebony sat in silence; neither looking at nor speaking to me except to give clipped, single word directions. In the golden light of the fading afternoon her face, as I snatched terrified glances at her profile, was as cool and smooth as marble. She sat straight-backed in the seat; her small, conical breasts stretching the clinging fabric of her shirt and her slim, athletic legs crossed again above the knee. I found myself wondering alternately what her breasts must look like, what it would feel like to have them in my hands, and what it would feel like to have the hard point of her slender knee slamming into my groin. All three thoughts were making me as erect as my clothed and seated state would allow; and that did nothing to help the pain in my balls.

Her home, when finally we reached it, turned out to be a top-floor flat in a small but rather exclusive terrace-conversion on the edge of town. Still Ebony said nothing as she led me into the building and up the tightly winding staircase to her door, which she unlocked and gestured me through. I walked through into a sparse and tastefully furnished living room, with a balcony overlooking tree-bordered parkland. I heard her enter and close the door behind her; turned, eyes respectfully lowered, and without warning received one of the things I’d been fantasising about: her right knee smacking into my groin.

Unable to contain a squeal of agony at the sickening explosion of pain between my legs I staggered backwards, my body crooked over and my hands hovering in front of my genitals, wanting to fasten protectively around my tortured manhood but in just too much pain to touch. In some part of my mind that could still think clearly I was aware that she probably hadn’t kneed me anything like as hard as she could’ve done, but then she didn’t need to with my balls in the state of vulnerability they already were. Managing to look up, despite the almost overwhelming urge to curl up into a quivering ball of misery on the floor, I saw her standing, legs apart and hands on hips again; her fingers drumming impatiently on the fabric of her short, tight skirt. Suddenly cold with fear I bit down on the pain, and with all my self-control, ****** myself to straighten up.

‘Better.’ She snapped. ‘Slave, I’m going to ask you a question, and you would do well to answer me truthfully. Do you understand?’

Gasping and swallowing against the nausea that was welling up into my throat, all I could do was nod.

‘Good. Then you are going to tell me, right now: did I catch you looking at my breasts while you were driving me home?’

I felt my body go cold all over. My mouth dried up and my scalp crawled as I realised how totally I was caught. What on earth could I say? Of course I’d been looking at her breasts, and of course she knew it. What was she going to do to me? There was nothing I could do but find out.

‘Yes mistress.’ I answered, in a voice that even in my ears was pathetic with terror. ‘Yes mistress, I was.’

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, sure that I was about to be kicked again, or maybe something worse; but no blow came. Instead she simply nodded, with a strange half smile on her face that made me cold all the way through. When she spoke, her voice was even quieter and calmer than before.

‘And what did you think of them slave? Do they please you? Do you want to see them naked? Do you want your mistress to show herself to you?’

This was more than I could cope with. Not knowing what on earth to do and terrified of getting it wrong, I realised I was almost crying as I struggled to answer.

‘Please mistress. I... I don’t know. I don’t know what to...’

‘The truth, slave;’ her voice was as hard suddenly as a whip on flesh; ‘tell me the truth.’

And miserably, I nodded again.

‘Yes mistress. Yes, I want to see them. I’m sorry mistress.’

She stepped towards me, and my whole body convulsed in terror; but she didn’t hit me. Instead, she stepped up so close to me I could feel her breath on my shrinking flesh as she whispered in her coldest tones.

‘Understand this, slave. You are never going to see me naked; never, unless I decide different. You are going to have to earn every last glimpse of my body slave; earn it with service, earn with obedience, and earn it with pain.’

The fingers of her left hand brushed up between my legs with a teasing and totally terrifying stoke that left me gasping.

‘Now,’ she continued, stepping back, ‘I think you need to be punished for your presumption, don’t you? Strip, quickly.’

With shaking hands, and still gasping from the throbbing pain in my balls, I dragged off my clothes to stand shivering in the cool evening air. Ebony said nothing, but walked slowly around me, examining me from every angle. Finally, coming to stand close in to me again, she reached for my groin and I winced in involuntary fear. But her cool, strong fingers closed not around my scrotum, but around the half erect length of my penis.

‘Your body’s acceptable for now slave,’ she whispered in her coldest tones, ‘but by the next time I see you, I expect you to have begun toning it up, and if you don’t improve it to my satisfaction quickly, I may decide I don’t have any more use for it; and if that ever happens, ‘her probing fingers slid down towards my testicles, causing me to shudder in mingled fear and dizzying excitement, ‘I’ll make sure you’re no use to anyone else ever again; understand? Now, I want to see what the equipment’s like. I want this hard, and quickly.’

Her hand closed hard around my cock and began to pump; and within seconds I was as erect as I’ve ever been in my life. My breath started to come in rapid gasps, and I realised to my horror that I was so desperately excited I was in danger of cumming there and then. So it was with a confused mix of disappointment and relief when Ebony let me go and stepped back to look at her handiwork. She didn’t seem impressed; and after a brief glance at my throbbing-hard erection, looked me in the eye.

‘Not tempting slave. Don’t get your hopes up of ever putting that thing inside me. You’re going to have to get very good at pleasuring me with my vibrators if you want to keep your balls. Speaking of which...’ And once again, before I’d even realised she’d moved, her fingers clamped around my testicles. I yelped in fear as much as pain at her initial touch, but as once again she dug her hard fingers into the soft flesh of my scrotum, the sickening pain welled up into my gut in waves. Taking one ball in each hand, Ebony rolled them between her fingers, pressing and squeezing as if testing their texture, or perhaps probing for the weakest spots in my totally vulnerable and helpless manhood. Legs braced apart and holding myself half upright with clawed fingers digging into my thighs, I bit down on the dreadful pain and gasped and sobbed and shook while she examined me. But even through this pain, I knew there must be worse coming. This was preparation, I was sure of it; preparation for my punishment. Then Ebony released her grip and stepped back.

‘I’ve bruised the left one much more haven’t I? I guess I caught that one because it hangs lower.’ She stood for a moment, contemplating my groin with a hungry expression that I knew had nothing to do with my still twitching erection. ‘Now I think a fitting punishment for looking at my tits without permission, would probably be to kick both your pathetic little balls into pulp, wouldn’t you say slave? But you were a good boy and told me the truth so I’m going to give you a chance. I’m going to let you just take your punishment in your right ball; even you up, you see? But only if you do exactly as you’re told. You’re going to pull your left ball up out of the way, and I’m going to let you keep your hand around it to protect it; isn’t that generous of me? But then you’re going to stand there absolutely stock-still while I kick the other one. If you so much as twitch or flinch when I kick you, I swear to god slave, I’m going to just keep on kicking them both until there’s nothing left but mush. Understand? Now get yourself ready.’

So, shaking with terror and the most intense erotic excitement I’d ever felt in my life, I straightened up as well as I could, parted my legs to give Ebony easy access to my groin, gingerly lifted my sickeningly tender left ball up into one protectively cupped hand, and stood waiting. In front of me Ebony stood swaying slightly from side to side, as if wondering which foot to deliver the attack with, and staring hungrily at the tender, exposed curve of my right testicle, pulled up tight as it was against the base of my cock.

And then the attack came. In truth, it was so fast I wouldn’t have had time to flinch away even if I hadn’t been desperately trying to stay still. The impact of her pointed toecap this time, not even slowed by a layer of clothing as it had been before was like a gunshot between my legs. I think my ball must have flattened completely against the base of my penis, and in some remote corner of my mind which wasn’t simply screaming in anguish, I remember wondering if this time she really had ruptured me. Strangely, I don’t think I made any noise as her booted foot crushed my testicle. I don’t think I made a sound as I hit the floor and curled up into a ball of frenzied, convulsing agony. I think it was only as the indescribable pain, which I didn’t believe could possibly get any worse, actually began to grow, in wave after wave of sickening agony, that finally I began to scream. But then I know I sobbed, and howled and thrashed like some tortured soul in the inferno; and I know all the time, Ebony stood over me and laughed.

It was only when the pain finally began to lessen, only when my agonised cries had lapsed into ragged and exhausted gasps that I realised the sounds emanating from above me had changed. Ebony was no longer laughing; instead I could hear her breath coming in deep rhythmic sighs, interspersed by sudden moans and catches. I didn’t dare look up, although I wanted to more than anything; I didn’t dare look up for fear of the punishment I would receive if I saw my mistress doing what I knew she must be doing while looking down at my helpless, pitiful male form. But despite, or perhaps because of that fear, and despite the dreadful aching pain in my swollen balls, I felt myself begin to stiffen again as I thought of what she must be doing. Ebony, of course, knew exactly what was going on.

‘Yes, slave; I’m enjoying your pain. You can hear me can’t you? You can hear me, but like a good slave you’re keeping your eyes on the ground. How much do you want to look up? How much do you want to see your mistress with her skirt pulled up and her hand inside her leggings; inside her knickers; her fingers inside her moist, hot cunt? How much do you want to watch me bring myself to orgasm over the pain I’ve inflicted on your pathetic little testicles?’

At that, my rapidly erecting cock stiffened so hard I yelped with the pain of it dragging my balls up against my body. Ebony snorted in derision.

‘Well you’re not going to see it, slave. You’re not going to see anything of the sort; but you are going to help me cum. Now stand up!’

The last was snapped in a tone so cold and forceful that I was half way to my feet before I even realised I was obeying her. I stood shaking slightly from the mix of fear and excitement that I’d given up trying to separate, and gasping still with each breath at the constant, throbbing ache in my groin. I stood naked and vulnerable and watched with lowered eyes as Ebony rose from where she had draped herself across her sleek leather couch and strode the three steps it took to reach the high breakfast counter that separated her living room from her kitchen. Without even looking at me she turned and bent over the counter, her arms resting lightly on its surface, her head resting on her arms, and then with an elegant shift from one hip to the other she stepped out a few inches with each stiletto-booted foot to leave her beautiful legs open, and her perfect arse pointing straight at me. And then, as I stood and gaped in awe at the exquisite form of her black-clad body, her right hand left the counter and slid back between her legs, open and waiting.

‘Give me your balls, slave.’

The order was given quietly; but I didn’t even think to disobey. Hobbling forward, gasping at the pain, I moved to stand directly behind her, and placed my bruised and aching testicles in her cold, white hand. For a moment nothing happened; and then very, very slowly, Ebony began to squeeze. As the pressure began to grow, the pain from my already battered balls rushed back through me like a wave of fire, and within moments I found myself sobbing and trembling as I struggled to simply stay on my feet. Remorselessly she increased the pressure; now tugging sharply at my scrotum as she squeezed, now rolling her fingers so that my testicles ground against each other. And then with one final crushing squeeze that caused me to squeal in pain and grab the counter to keep myself from collapsing on top of her, Ebony suddenly released the pressure; although she most definitely did not release my balls.

‘Now, slave,’ she continued, in her coldest and most emotionless voice, ‘seeing as you’ve been a good slave and suffered pleasingly for your mistress, I’m going to reward you. Isn’t that kind of me?’

I opened my mouth to stammer some kind of agreement or thanks, but all that came out was a strangled scream and I almost collapsed again as Ebony slammed my bruised balls back up against my body with the heel of her hand and then yanked them sharply back down into her grip.

‘That was a rhetorical question you idiot. Don’t ever try to interrupt me again; understand?’

I merely whimpered.

‘Good boy. Now this is a treat far greater than you deserve slave, but I wish to be pleasured and unfortunately, you are all I have to work with. But understand this once and for all: if you try, if you even think about trying, to take more than I allow you then...’ her fingers once more clamped hard down on my balls and I yelped in agony, ‘then I swear to god slave, I will tear these things off, and I will love every second of it. Now,’ and her fingers slackened their grip, ‘put your hands on my hips and push my skirt up until you can see the top of my leggings.’

With trembling hands I obeyed. I could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric as it slid smoothly up over her hips and folded around her waist.

‘Good boy.’ She purred, and squeezed almost playfully at my scrotum, causing me to yelp and my knees almost to buckle. ‘Now, pull down my leggings slave. Pull them right down to my thighs.’

And, almost unable to believe that I was actually getting to do this, I slowly peeled her warm, soft leggings down; exposing first the narrow band of her black silk panties, and then inch by inch the flawless milk-white skin of her perfect heart-shaped arse.

‘Good slave. Do you like what you see?’

This time I knew I had to answer, and truthfully.

‘Yes mistress. Oh god yes mistress; you’re beautiful; you’re perfect.’

‘Of course.’ She said; once more tugging and twisting at my scrotum, and sighing with pleasure as I yelped and shuddered with the pain. ‘Now slave, this is the tricky part. Now you’re going to pull down my knickers. You’re going to pull them down ‘til my arse is completely exposed, ‘til you can see all of it, but you are not going to expose my pussy. Is that absolutely clear slave? You have not earned the right to see my cunt. You will probably never earn the right to see my cunt; not unless your performance improves miraculously anyway. But for now, you will not see it. So you will pull down my knickers, and if I can’t feel the silk touching my lips all the way down, if I feel exposed to you in any way...’ and with that she let go of my aching balls, and instead returned her hand to the kitchen counter; sliding across its surface to run one long finger up the side of the heavy wooden knife-block that sat on it. My skin went cold all over and I felt my swollen balls crawl back up against my body.

‘You understand me slave?’ Her voice once more was glacial cold. ‘If I think for just one second that you’re abusing my trust, then I’m going to have your balls off before you know what’s hit you. Now get on with it before I get bored.’

So, with fingers trembling with pain, fear, and indescribably excitement, I touched Ebony’s skin for the first time. Taking the cool black silk of her panties in my hands I slid them down, fraction by terrified fraction, feeling the warm, flawless curve of her body with every movement of my fingers; until at last I uncovered the tightly puckered, delicate pink ring of her arsehole. For a moment I simply stood dumbly and stared. She was so very beautiful, and I also had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next.

Of course Ebony didn’t give me long to think about it. Her right hand once more slid back between her legs, pulling her black silk panties tight over the mounded flesh of here vulva as she checked that I had not exposed her; and then, apparently satisfied, her hand pistoned out and fastened round my balls with a force that made me shriek with pain. Her fingers dug into the swollen flesh of my testicles, twisting, squeezing, and grinding them together as I writhed and thrashed in her grip, wanting desperately to collapse onto the floor but unable to pull away from her merciless crushing grip. And then as suddenly as it had come, her grip released; and I sank to my knees, sobbing and gasping as churning waves of agony rolled up through my stomach and my testicles felt like they were swelling to the size of footballs.

But although the floor was where my mistress wanted me, she did not intend to let me be idle. Without apparently even bothering to glance down to aim, she lifted her right foot, and drove the cruel point of her stiletto heel back into my groin with deadly accuracy. Pinned between her boot heel and my thigh, my right ball felt like it was going to explode. Unable to help myself I twisted away from the agonising pain, screaming almost silently it was so high pitched, and collapsed on my back; and that’s when her foot slammed back down on my other ball, pinning my testicle to the inside of my thigh with the pin-point accuracy of an Olympic marksman, and for a few seconds I knew nothing but the pain.

When I came to my senses I realised I had curled up into a sobbing twisted heap between Ebony’s feet; trying to clutch my scrotum for comfort, and retching uselessly, my stomach already emptied from her first, crippling kick. Ebony had remained bent over the counter; her perfect arse naked and exposed above me; and her right foot tapping impatiently a few inches from my face.

‘Have you quite finished slave?’ She snapped. ‘I kick you for my pleasure, remember. What use is hurting your useless little balls if you’re just going to use it as an excuse to keep my waiting? I warn you slave; you’re about thirty seconds from crushing and **********. Now get up on your knees and lick out my arsehole.’

And so, almost blind from the pain and gagging from the waves of nausea, I pushed myself to my knees, set my legs wide apart to let my agonised balls hang free, took Ebony’s smooth, naked hips in my hands, gently pulled her perfectly round cheeks apart, and ****** the tip of my tongue deep into her arse.

Kneeling there, naked, bruised and trembling, for a while I knew only two things: the dreadful aching pain between my legs and the feel of Ebony’s arsehole on my tongue. Her flesh was hot, smooth, and tasted bitter and dirty as I ****** the tip of my tongue as hard as I could in through the tightly closed ring of her anus. Under my hands, her hips were cool and perfectly smooth, and swayed back and forth just a little as I pleasured her. Knowing nothing but my desire to serve her, the agony she had inflicted on me, and my need for her to hurt and use and dominate me again, I closed my eyes against the pain, pressed my face against her arse, and ****** my tongue deeper.

It was the feeling of her hips start to move rhythmically against me that brought me back to a wider awareness. Ebony, I know realised, was pushing back against me - pressing herself against my face as if she needed deeper penetration - and I tried with all my might to push my tongue further up her arse. But in fact, it wasn’t my tongue she was pushing against. I realised after a few moments that there was movement below my jaw; movement in the area I was absolutely not allowed to see. And as I tried with all my might to pleasure her better, I heard the soft but unmistakable sounds of a girl sliding long, slender fingers into the tight, hot depths of her cunt, and grinding the heel of her hand against her slippery, engorged clitoris. A few moments later, Ebony began to cum.

With each orgasm – and once they started, they came again and again in faster and faster succession – Ebony ground her arse against my face and moaned and quivered in my hands. I was so erect by this time that my swollen balls pressing against the base of my cock felt like a vice tightening between my legs; but still I licked and pressed myself into her, wanting nothing but her pleasure. And then suddenly, as the most intense and violent orgasm she had yet had ripped through her, Ebony pulled out of my grip, spun on one heel, and smacked the other booted foot into my groin with a force that almost lifted me off the ground.

Squealing with pain, my body jack-knifed over backwards and I rolled onto my face on the floor; drawing my legs up under me as instinctively I tried to protect my testicles. But of course it was too late: the pain was only going to get worse. I convulsed and sobbed in agony as the pain just grew and grew; and then my voice rose into an ear-splitting shriek as, from behind, her boot smacked into my testicles once again. I couldn’t see anymore, I couldn’t think; all I knew was the pain – the pain and the absolute knowledge that I was hers and it was only ever going to get worse. And then she was on top of me. As I writhed and sobbed on the floor, suddenly her weight was pinning me down: her legs straddling me and hands coming down hard, one on my face the other on my groin. As I shrieked with pain at the merciless grip of her fingers on my balls, I was still on some level aware of her other hand covering my eyes, and her voice snapping at me from above.

‘Don’t look slave. Don’t you dare fucking look, or I swear to god I will ******** you. Now lick it you bastard.’

And with that, her naked, wet, burning hot cunt was on my face, and I opened my mouth to receive her; sucking her full, velvety lips into my mouth and pushing my tongue up into the musky slit between them. I was so hard it felt like my cock was going to burst and my balls, squeezed tight in her hand, ached like every kind of hell; but her perfect cunt was in my mouth, and all I really cared about was the firm point of her clit under my tongue and the taste of her juices as she came again and again and again.

I think it was only when she had nothing left, when she simply couldn’t cum anymore, that Ebony stopped me licking her. Her method was simple: she just closed her hand tight around my swollen testicles and yanked so hard I honestly thought she might tear them off; then, as I opened my mouth to scream, slammed them down against my body with all the force she could muster, let them go, and then smacked her fist down into them over and over again until I was on the verge of blacking out from the pain. So it was, curled in a sobbing, retching ball of misery, I never saw my mistress’s body as she got off me; never saw her beautiful pussy that I’d just spent all I had on pleasuring. In fact, I wasn’t aware of anything but the pain until she threw my clothes at me and told me to dress. Scrambling into my clothes, I could hardly even see through the throbbing, unendurable pain that just seemed to keep growing without end; but I did as I was told, and in a few moments found myself being steered firmly to the door.

‘Now understand slave,’ Ebony hissed in my ear, ‘you are leaving now with my permission and you will not presume to try and return, or even contact me, do you understand?’

Dumbly, I nodded.

‘Good boy. You are mine, my property, and don’t you ever forget it. Now when want you, want to use you, or maybe just hurt you, then I’ll call. And when I call, you will come. I don’t care what you’re doing, where you are, or who you’re with. When I call you, you drop what you’re doing, work or leisure, and you come here at once, understand?’

‘Yes mistress.’ I stammered; my voice catching in my throat with the pain. She opened the door and turned me to face her one last time.

‘Good boy. Now, look your mistress in the eye while she gives you something to remember her by.’

Obediently, I gazed with fear and longing into her beautiful, cold blue eyes, and felt my body tense in terror against what I knew was coming. It was her knee that hit my balls; slamming up into my groin with breathtaking force, and driving me back, crooked-over, to teeter at the very edge of the stairs. What I wasn’t expecting was for the toe of her boot to follow it: smacking up between my legs so that the point dug into my arsehole and the top of her foot crushed both my testicles against my body. Howling with agony I collapsed backwards; sliding and rolling down the stairs with my tortured balls smacking together on every step, and the sound of Ebony’s mocking laughter following me all the way down.

By the time I hit the bottom, curled into a sobbing ball of humiliated misery, the sound of her laughter, and Ebony herself, were gone. At least, gone until the next time she called...

The Best Sister In the World (Parts 1-9)

The best sister in the world.

by Mikik144

Part 1

Lola was shocked! She couldn't believe her eyes. Did he really like that kind of stuff? Her brother's phone was on the sofa. There was a video paused on the screen. It showed a naked man on his knees holding his balls and a girl laughing at him!

Lola got closer to have a better look. The title was "Brat Princesses Ballbusting" she didn't know the word "ballbusting" but she could easily imagine the meaning. She heard her brother Max coming back. She stepped away, pretending she saw nothing and crossed Max.

The boy winced. He didn't know Lola was home. That was why he left the phone on the sofa. His heart was pounding. Did she see the video? He quickly took his phone and turned it off. He was so embarrassed and didn't know what to do. He decided to do nothing. Lola didn't say anything when she saw him, so maybe she didn't see the video.

A few days passed and nothing happened between Lola and Max. He thought his secret was safe. But he was wrong. Lola knew about his kinky passion and she wanted to do something about it.

Her intentions weren't to blackmail him and make him her slave. No, not at all. She simply wanted to let her brother know that she knew, that he didn't have to keep the secret with her. She wanted to show Max that she loved him and he could tell her everything. She had the perfect occasion to build a strong relationship with her lovely little brother, and she didn't want to lose it.

The day before Max's birthday, Lola came up with a plan. She waited until her parents left the house, leaving the two siblings alone. Max was in his bedroom reading a manga. Lola knocked at his door, "Max. May I come in?" "Sure"

Max was lying on his bed. He didn't move his eyes from the manga when his sister stepped in. Lola sat on the bed. "I thought it was the perfect occasion to give you your birthday present!" She said with a smile.

Max closed the manga. He looked at his sister but she didn't hold any present. Max was a little confused. "Oh, thank you, sis!" He said and lifted his back. "No, no. Don't get up!" Lola pushed him back on the bed.

"Why? I thought you wanna give me a present'' Max didn't know what Lola had in mind but still he was excited and eager to know what kind of present he was going to get. Lola put and handed over her brother's eyes. "Close your eyes! No peeking!" She said in a sing-song voice. Max held his eyelids closed. He had a little smile on his face. He was enjoying the moment.

Lola waited a few seconds. She closed her fist. She hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to hit too hard. Taking a deep breath she hit her brother in the balls "Happy birthday, Max!" She exclaimed along with the "smack" sound of her fist on his groin.

Max let out an "oooh" opened his eyes and tensed all his muscles. His hands went to cover his crotch. He lifted his legs and rolled on his side. "Ooff. I should have known it was a joke..." Lola laughed at his reactions. She knew he enjoyed the punch. She forced him on his back again. "You can have as many as you want!" She said staring into his eyes.

Max's heart raced. He couldn't believe what was happening. He moved his hands from his crotch. "Am i not the best sister in the world?" Lola smiled. And she was right. She was giving Max exactly what he wanted. It was the best present of Max's life!

"I may handle some more if you have more to give me!" Max said pretending he was joking. But Lola knew very well it wasn't a joke. She noticed how her brother wasn't covering his balls and held his legs a little open.

"Here you are!" SMACK Lola punched again Max. Max moaned and closed his fists to handle the pain. But he kept his crotch on display. Lola was glad he was enjoying the present. "And another one!" SMACK "mmmmm" this time Max covered his crotch. "Thank you, sis! So kind of you!"

Lola laughed out loud. Max pretended to be sarcastic, but it was clear that he was thanking her for real! "Come on, get up! There is another present for you!"

Max got up and stood in front of his sister. She placed her hands on his shoulders. "I bet you gonna love this!" Lola tugged with her foot Max's one suggesting that he open his legs. "I don't think I will!" He said but kept on playing along.

Lola stepped back, "Ready?" "When you wan..." SMACK "Ooooooh.'' Lola kicked her brother in the balls before he could finish his sentence. Her shoes impacted perfectly on the target. Max went down on his knees, moaning in pain. "Did you like it?" Lola asked with her hands on her hips.

Max took some time to answer. He showed his sister his thumbs. "Nice one... ouch!"

Lola knelt down. "Tomorrow you can have more if you want! It's your birthday after all!" Max lifted his eyes to meet hers. " but I’m gonna take off your pants!" She added and kissed Max on his forehead. She left him on the floor with his balls aching.

Max watched her leave the room. Maybe she knew about his secret love for Ballbusting. Maybe, but he didn't care. Lola was the best sister in the world!

Part 2

That night it was hard to sleep for Max. He kept on thinking about his sister and what she did to him in the afternoon. He couldn't get her words out of his mind " You can have as many as you want... but I'm gonna take off your pants..." Max was sure it was only a joke. Just a way to tease him. But the thought of his sister kicking him in his bare balls was too exciting. He knew that probably wouldn't happen, but he was happy to know that Lola was somehow into ballbusting. Maybe she was going to hit him more in the future.

Lola had mixed feelings about what she did. She was happy to know that she gave her brother his best birthday present of all time, but surely it wasn't a normal thing for a girl to kick her little brother in the balls. She felt dirty, like she had done something really bad. Anyway, she knew Max loved it. It was clear. He didn't stop her, he didn't close his legs, he didn't yell at her. No, she hadn't done something bad. She simply gave her brother what he wanted. Maybe she was going to hit him more before long.

The next day it was Sunday and Max's birthday. It was about 9 A.M when Lola knocked at Max's door. "Max. Are you awake?" Her brother mumbled something she didn't understand. "Mum and dad are out. I'll make coffee. Do you want some?" "Yes..." Max seemed to be still half asleep. For a moment Lola thought it would have been fun to wake him up with a punch in the balls. She smiled at the thought. But it was something too odd to do. She went into the kitchen and cooked breakfast.

Max woke up. He was wearing only his boxer and a white camisole. He wondered where his parents were. Not that he cared too much, but suddenly he realized he was home alone with his big sister.

Lola heard Max coming down the stairs. She gulped when she saw him still dressed to sleep. She wondered why he didn't put something on and if he was embarrassed. She couldn't help but notice how his manhood was on display. His balls were covered but easily notable from the shape of his brief. She was a bit embarrassed by his state of dress and decided to not say anything.

Max didn't sit at the table. He placed himself at his sister's right while she was standing in front of the cookers. "Good morning sleepy head! You can sit. Breakfast will be ready in a moment." Max didn't move. "Good morning sis! Do you know where mum and dad are?" Lola turned to her brother. He had his legs opened, just a little, but clearly opened. "They are out for a walk. They'll be home for lunch..."

Lola began to understand. Max didn't have his pants on, he didn't want to sit down and held his legs apart. He wanted a kick in the balls! She smiled at her brother, and he smiled back. She opened the fridge to take some milk. "It's your birthday, by the way. What kind of present do you think Mum and Dad gonna give you?" She turned again to Max.

He was standing with his arms crossed and his legs opened. "Surely not the one you gave me yesterday!" He said with a smirk on his face. Bold and direct, thought Lola. It was like he was asking her to be hit in the balls.

She stepped in front of him. Her knees were so close to his balls. She could hit at any moment. Max was hoping for a kick, even just a little one. He was eager to feel his manhood crushed by his sister. "Oh no I'm sure they won't... oh and by the way..." with a quick motion Lola raised her knee and smashed Max's balls. "Happy birthday, bro!"

Max let out an "ouch" and lowered on his knees. But he didn't close his legs nor covered his groin. " you should close your legs if you don't want me to kick you in the balls!" Lola said smiling. Max shivered at her words. He didn't want to admit he liked to be kicked down there. "Oh no, it's my fault! You're the one who just hit me!"

Lola didn't say anything. She took a cup of coffee and handed one to Max. She sat at the table. Max didn't. Instead, he stood next to her. It was hard for Lola to not laugh at him. He was again in the perfect position for a punch in the balls.

"So did you buy me a real present?"

"Why? You didn't like the one of yesterday?" Lola closed her fist and punched Max in the balls. The soft material of his brief let her feel his balls buckle under her hand. For the first time, she liked the sensation.

This time Max moaned out loud. He held his balls with one hand and bent over. "Oof that was a hard one ouch!" Lola enjoyed her brother's reaction. This time he was in pain for real. "I'm glad I don't have those weak balls between my legs," she said, stroking her crotch. Max loved that! Not only his sister was hitting him in the balls, but she was also blaming him for being a male. It was like a dream come true. "Why did you hit me?" He asked, hoping for some more humiliation. "Why what? I saw them and I hit them! Easy peasy!" Lola stood up. If her lovely little brother wanted a kick in the balls, then he was going to have it!

Max left his cup on the table. And turned to Lola. He didn't have the time to react or say anything. "I saw them" Lola kicked him right between his legs. Max jumped, groaning in pain. Then he fell on the floor holding his groin. Lola laughed. She found the situation hilarious. He was the one who wanted to be kicked and now he was down on the floor complaining about his aching balls. She put her foot on him. "How do you like your birthday?"

Max was half-naked under his sister's foot with his balls busted. It was all his fault. He didn't regret it. "The worst birthday ever!" He said that because he didn't want his secret to be spotted, and Lola knew it.

She didn't want to tell Max she knew he liked to be kicked. She wondered, what he was going to do the next time to have his balls busted?

Part 3

Sam was cheerfully wagging his tail. "Who is the cutest doggy? Who is the cutest doggy? You're the cutest!" Lola playfully petted the dog. Sam rolled over on his back and offered his belly to Lola. "Do you want me to rub your belly? Here we go!" She rubbed his belly, Sam was breathing fast with his tongue out of his mouth.

Lola loved her cutie labrador puppy. When she was in the garden Sam was always around her. He wanted to play all the time. His favourite toy was the ball. He used to bring the ball to Lola and wait for her to throw it. He was so funny when he barked to get attention.

It was a sunny Saturday. A perfect day for a walk with Sam. Lola took the leash and put on her shoes. Her mum, Samantha, was about to leave as well. "I am going out shopping. Want to come with me?" Lola thought about it for a moment but decided to walk Sam. "I'll go out with Sam. Is Max still out with his friends?" Lola said, putting the leash on Sam's collar. "He is. I told him to be home for dinner."

Lola took her phone and texted Max. "Mum is out shopping. I’m walking Sam. Nobody is home. I'll leave you the keys in the same place"

While she was walking with Sam Lola couldn't help but think about Max and his funny behaviour of the last few days. After his ballbusting birthday, he kept on trying to get his balls busted almost every day. He was always around Lola when she was home, always with his legs apart. But Lola didn't hit him a single time. She found it amusing to tease him, talking like she was about to kick his balls. On one occasion he was in his bedroom and called Lola to tell her something. She found him on his bed wearing only his boxers... He was so cute when he acted like that. Lola wanted to have some fun with Max again but she didn't want to do it too often. Only from time to time. She liked to please her lovely little brother with a kick or two in the balls but she couldn't do it every single day.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Max. "I'm coming home." It said.

‘Of course he was coming home,’ thought Lola. He wanted his balls busted and he had a good occasion to spend some time alone with her. Lola felt butterflies in her belly. She was in the right mood to play with Max. She wondered how Max was going to offer her his balls this time.

When Lola came back home she found the door open. Obviously, Max came back. She left Sam in the garden and went into her room. She knew it was just a matter of time and Max will eventually show himself with his balls on display.

She noticed her bedroom's door was open and the light was on. She stepped in and Max was there! He was wearing only his boxers and his hair was wet. "Max! What are you doing in my room?" Lola asked, pretending to be surprised by the awkward situation.

"I was just searching for the hairdryer. Do you have it here?"

Lola was standing at the door with a smirk on her face. Max had found a good excuse to stand half-naked before her. ‘Good job little brother,’ She thought. Time to give Max what he was looking for.

Lola locked the door and put the key in her pocket. "It was reckless of you to let me catch you in my bedroom..." she walked towards Max. "...I think I’m gonna keep you in my room for a while. I bet you know what happens to your balls when I find them in my way!"

Max's heart skipped a beat. He finally succeeded. He was about to have his balls busted by a girl. And now what should he do? He couldn't simply stand there and let Lola abuse his manhood. He didn't want her to find his "secret". He covered his groin with his hands "No. Not my balls please!"

"Yes yes, your balls!" Lola grabbed his wrists and moved his hands away from the target. She found it amusing how Max didn't even try to stop her. "Bam!" She exclaimed before smashing her knee into Max's balls.

Max let out an "oof" and instinctively tried to grab his balls but Lola was still holding his wrists. She hit him again, and again for the third time. Max lowered onto his knees and Lola let go of his wrists. He fell on the floor with his hands on his crotch. He enjoyed the moment. And it wasn't over, it had just started.

Lola pushed Max on the floor with her foot and made him roll on his back. She stared at Max. "It's so fun playing with your squishy balls!" She laughed. Max was still covering. Lola decided to be kind and give him an excuse to move his hands. "I won't let you go if you don't let me hit those balls so no more covering!"

Max moved his hands. He was loving his sister for what she was doing. A boner was growing in his boxers, but Lola didn't say anything about that. She didn't want to embarrass Max and ruin everything. Lola took her time to take off her shoes. She wanted to feel his meat crushing under her naked foot. Max was breathing heavily waiting for Lola to step on his balls.

Eventually, Lola raised her foot and stomped on Max's vulnerable balls. Max groaned in pain, or maybe in pleasure. Lola kept her foot pressed on his groin. Her poor brother wasn't able to talk at that moment but only moaned. "Ouchie my poor balls!" Lola mocked him rubbing her hand on her smooth crotch. Then she raised her foot again and stomped one more time on Max.

The pain was incredible, but the only thing he could think about at that moment was the pleasure he was feeling. There was a moment of silence. Max looked down at his massive erection and blushed. That was hard to explain without admitting his love for ballbusting. He began to regret the decision to wear briefs.

Lola was staring at Max's boner as well. She knew Max loved to be hit there and the reaction of his penis was normal. She noticed how her brother was growing in embarrassment about the state of his penis. "Don't be ashamed about that," she said pointing at his penis. "After all it's normal at your age growing an erection when you're half-naked with a girl!"

Max felt relieved by her kind words. "I'm sorry Lola but you trapped me in here and told me to not cover... it's not my fault!" Max began to get up. Lola giggled hearing that. "Poor little boy at the mercy of his sister!" She said and kicked Max's balls before he could stand on his feet. Max lost his balance and fell forward hitting the floor with his knee.

"Aaahhfffff" Max yelled. He rolled on his back holding his knee. Instinctively he closed his legs to protect his balls. Lola grimaced, she didn't mean to hurt him that bad. Surely she couldn't say anything about his knee after what she did to his balls but she was concerned for him.

"That will teach you to not walk in my room without permission!" She exclaimed, helping him to get up.

"Sorry..." Max stared at Lola with his legs firmly closed and his hand on his groin. That was it, he had enough.

Lola opened the door. "Go now... you need to dry your hair." she smiled at him. Despite his aching knee, Max smiled back at her. His aching balls were everything he had bargained for.

Max was forgetting something. Lola opened her wardrobe and picked her personal hairdryer from a drawer. "Here! You need it, don't you?" She acted as if she had fallen into the trick of the missing hairdryer. Max felt like he was the one in control of the situation. Apparently, Lola didn't suspect anything about his ballbusting fetish. She was the perfect sister indeed!

Part 4

Max was super excited for the summer break this year. He was going to spend a week at his parents' summer house with his mum, his aunt, and his lovely big sister Lola. It happened every few years, but this time, Max knew Lola liked to hit him in the balls. And since they were to spend a lot of time hanging around each other, even sharing a bedroom. He knew there would be many opportunities to have his balls busted.

It is a long trip to the summer house, almost three hours by car. So Max planned something to make the journey a little more exciting. He opened a little hole inside the pocket of his shorts. Then he tied a shoelace around his balls and put on his underwear and the shorts. It was a bit tricky but he managed to pass the shoelace through the hole he made in his pocket.

With his balls leashed he sat next to Lola in the back seat of the car. Lola was already sitting watching her phone. His mother Samantha and Aunt Jenny loaded the last few things in the car and sat in the front seats. The trip to the summer house began.

After about twenty minutes of driving, Samantha and Jenny were chatting together and Lola was looking out the window. Max took the shoelace out of his pocket. "Lola..." he swallowed. "I've found this shoelace on the floor... is it yours?" He wanted Lola to tug on the shoelace and maybe hold it for the rest of the trip.

Lola turned to her brother and took the shoelace in her hand. She tried to pull it all the way out of Max's pocket, but it wouldn’t come out. Max winced when he felt his balls tugged on by the string. He covered his crotch with his hand. Lola tugged again on the shoelace wondering why it didn't come out of his pocket. "Did you tie it around your balls?" she exclaimed innocently, just for fun. "It's not mine, weirdo," she said letting the string fall on the seat.

Spotted! Max's plan was a total disaster. He suddenly realized he didn't have a reason for the shoelace to be stuck inside his pocket. He grabbed the shoelace and put it back in his pocket pretending nothing had happened. Luckily for him, Samantha and Jenny didn't pay attention to what was happening in the back seats, and he was sure that Lola was joking when she said he had the shoelace tied around his balls. But still, it was too risky to go on with the game.

After the first hour of driving, Max felt sleepy. He closed his eyes to take a nap. Lucky for him a little of the shoelace was poking out the pocket. Lola noticed the lace and couldn't help but think about what happened earlier. It was really strange that, out of nowhere, Max asked her about this shoelace. Besides that, why was it stuck inside Max's pocket?

Unlike her brother, Lola was a smart girl. It didn't take long for her to figure out what Max did with the shoelace. Max had tied the string around his balls and wanted Lola to pull the string in order to hurt his balls. She only had to try and pull the string.

She took the shoelace and gently tug at it. Max felt something pulling his balls and opened his eyes. His heart went crazy when he saw Lola with the string in her hand. She was smiling.

Max covered his crotch with his hands and pretended to sleep again. Lola pulled the string again and noticed how Max expression changed a little in a grimace. Lola understood she was right. The string was tied around Max's balls.

She thought that after all Max had a funny idea with the sting. If he wanted to have his balls tortured then why not torture them. She began to play with the shoelace pretending she didn't know what she was doing.

Max was in heaven. The pain in his balls was increasing with every tug and the sensation of having his sister holding his balls by a leash was amazing. He wanted Lola to pull the string even harder, but he couldn't ask for that, he could only hope for his sister.

Lola was loving what was happening. She kept on toying with the string pulling it from time to time. Max didn't pretend to sleep anymore. He kept his head turned to the window to hide his expression of pain from Lola.

They were almost twenty minutes from the summer house and Lola decided to gave Max some rest from the torture. She left the shoelace and after a while, Max put it back in his pocket. He was more than satisfied by the long trip and the torture his sister "unconsciously" inflicted to him.

When finally they arrived at the summer house it was evening. Max set his stuff in the bedroom while Lola did the same. Max decided to have a shower before dinner. When he stepped into the bedroom wearing only a towel around his waist Lola wasn't there anymore.

Max thought he had lost an occasion but then something came to his mind. He let the towel fall on the floor and stood there naked. He wanted to be caught naked by his sister!

Lola gasped when she saw Max with nothing on. "Max we're going out for dinner." She said and acted like she didn't care about her brother’s nakedness. She wanted him to know it was a-ok with her if he wanted to stay naked in the bedroom. "I'm gonna have a shower as well" Lola took her shampoo from her bag. "I don't wanna be late for dinner. When I came back I want to see you ready!" She said and headed to the bathroom.

Max was a bit surprised Lola didn't say anything about his state of undress. He expected her to say something like "when I saw your balls I kick them" like she did the last time, but unfortunately, nothing happened. He decided to try again. Still naked he laid down on his bed. Legs open and his balls on display. He took his phone and began to play some silly video game. It was only a matter of time before Lola caught him naked again and not ready for dinner. Max was sure she would be mad at him.

Lola was sure Max won't be ready for dinner. Actually, she began to enjoy being the mistress of her brother. She put on a bra and panties and wrapped a towel around her chest. As she expected Max was still naked when she stepped into the bedroom. She thought It was really funny how he was laying on the bed with his balls ready to be kicked. Max acted like he didn't see her coming. Lola lost no time. She quickly walked to Max and "SMACK" she punched him in the balls. Max yelled in pain. He covered his balls and rolled over the bed. That was a pretty hard punch. Lola took off the towel and searched for something nice to wear. "That's what happens when I tell you to get ready and you don't!" She exclaimed putting on a pair of shorts.

Max was now more than satisfied by what he had gained. He sat on the bed and moved his hands from his crotch. For a moment he turned to Lola and couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a top. He found her really sexy. Her breasts in her bra were bigger than he thought.

Lola noticed how Max was staring at her. She turned to him with her hands on her hips. The situation was arousing her. She let Max have a good look at her breasts then she stepped in front of him and grabbed his balls. "If you don't get dressed I’ll pop them!" She threatened, squeezing Max's balls harder and harder.

"Ok ok..." Max managed to say trying his best to not scream. He didn't want his mum and aunt to know he was in pain. Lola twisted her wrist adding more pain to her brother's balls. She enjoyed his gaze fixated on her cleavage and noticed a bit of pre-cum on the tip of his boner. It was like she was about to squeeze the cum out of his balls. Max grabbed her wrist. It began to feel a little too painful.

Lola pulled and twisted and squeezed his balls away from his body forcing him to stand up. Max moaned and began to tremble. "Now dress up or we gonna be late" Lola let go of his balls. "I don't wanna tell you anymore" she added slapping Max hard penis. "Oooh sorry, sis..." Max took a second to recover and began to dress up.

He looked again at Lola. She was a sexy girl and a great ballbuster. He was lucky to have a sister like her. He wanted to hug her and say thank you for the squeezing but he couldn't.

Now he was sure... This week would be full of ballbusting!

At dinner, nothing happened between Lola and Max's balls. Lola wanted to tease her brother with some soft hits on his crotch but Max didn't give her an opportunity to do so.

Unfortunately for Lola, Max’s balls were still aching from before and Max was careful to not expose them to his ballbusting sister. He needed some time to recover and besides that, he didn't want to be busted in front of his mum and aunt.

Before bed, they had a little walk around the town. Max was talking with his mum when he noticed that aunt Jenny and Lola were a few steps ahead and they were whispering to each other. From time to time they turned towards Max and laughed at him. He wondered what they were talking about.

They were talking about his ballbusting fetish. Lola told her aunt almost everything. How she learned about his fetish, how she began to hit him in the balls and, the funniest part, how Max always found an excuse to stand half-naked before her.

Lola wanted to give Max more opportunity to fulfil his fantasies and aunt Jenny was the perfect girl. She was still young and sexy and she loved Max as Lola did.

Now that Jenny was aware of the situation there were two possible scenarios. Jenny wouldn't have done anything with Max but kept the secret or she would have joined the fun. Lola had just betrayed Max by telling his secret to Jenny but now he had potentially more occasions to be busted. Lola knew it was a good thing for him.

Jenny wasn't shocked by what she had just learned. She thought it was funny that Max was a masochist and he wanted Lola to kick his balls. She was somehow fascinated by the situation and wanted to learn more about the relationship between Lola and Max.

When it was time to go to bed, Jenny headed to Max and Lola's bedroom and leaned her ear on the door. She wanted to know if something was going on. The siblings were talking.

"Max! I don't want you to look... turn away!"

"Fine. I was joking..."

Jenny thought she heard the sound of Lola taking off her clothes. She was changing into her nightdress.

"Max! I told you to not stare!" Jenny heard Lola charging over and the sound of a hand smashing on bare skin. Max moaned. It was like he tried not to yell too loud from the pain. Another "SMACK" and another one.

"I can't believe you sleep naked. But I like it. It makes things easier when it comes to slapping you in the balls! It's almost like you want me to hit you in the balls.”

Jenny's heart began to race. Apparently, Max was naked and Lola had just spanked him on the balls. She felt a tingle on her crotch. The situation was arousing her.

"It's hot these days... and... and..." Max seemed embarrassed by the tone of his voice. "... and it looks like you don't mind my nakedness... it's not that I want you to hit me in the balls."

Jenny had a look from the keyhole. She saw Max from his chest down, sitting naked on the bed. Then Lola appeared in front of him. Jenny could see only her back but it looked like she was wearing shorts and a bra. Lola raised her foot and stomped on Max's balls. She pressed her foot harder and harder.

"I know you don't want me to kick you in the balls, but it's so easy reaching your crotch that I can't help but hitting you!"

Jenny touched herself at the sight. "Please Lola, it's hurting..." Max was struggling in pain. "You keep on looking at my boobs, I’ll keep on crushing your nuts!" Lola exclaimed. She moved a little more of her weight onto Max's balls and then finally lifted her foot.

Max was left breathless by the treatment. His penis began to rise. Lola knelt down and opened Max's legs. She began to massage his balls with the tip of her index finger making circular motion. "They're so squishy!" Lola said to tease him.

Max let out an "aaah". Lola pretended to be surprised by his reactions. "Oh my god! Is my finger enough to hurt them?" She said poking his balls.

"You ouch... almost crushed ouch... them..." Max tried his best to speak. Lola's pokes became flicks "of course they are ouch... hurting." Max eventually covered his balls.

Outside the door, Jenny had her hand inside her panties. She loved the sight of her nephew's pain.

Lola got up and put on her pyjama top. "Let me dress or your willy won't make you sleep," she said, adjusting her bra. "I'm sorry... but you're gorgeous sis," Max said. Lola was surprised by that but she was glad to hear it from her lovely little brother. "Thank you, Max!" She moved next to him "I wanna tell you a little secret... I like to see you naked!" She said with a smile.

Max blushed and both went under the blankets without saying anything else.

Jenny thought there was nothing more to see and went back in her room. She was eager to have some fun with her nephew's bit but not to please him, as Lola did, but to please herself.

Inside their room, Lola and Max couldn't get sleep and began to talk to each other. They remembered all the times Lola kicked Max's balls. They both had fun and laughed together.

"You know Max, one of these days I could even pop your balls," Lola said. Max was on his back. He raised his legs and began to touch his penis. The light was off and Lola didn't notice Max was playing with himself.

"I don't think you gonna be able to do that!" Max teased Lola.

"I think I will. First, I’m gonna strip you naked," Max began to masturbate hearing Lola talking. "And I’ll tie you on a table with your legs opened. Then I’ll crush your balls with a meat tenderizer!" She paused and waited for Max's reaction.

His hand was moving faster on his penis. "Mmm, I can handle that!" He said defiantly.

"Ok well and then I take a hot steam iron and flat your balls!" Lola giggled at her own suggestion.

"Okay, that gonna hurt..." Max was about to cum picturing the scene in his head.

"Of course it will hurt and after the iron, I’ll take a vice and slide your balls inside..." Max was so close. " I tighten and tighten and tighten and then POP!" Max came at the word ‘pop’.

He took some time to recover while Lola was still giggling. She thought she had left him speechless. "There’s no way I would just let you tie me up!" He exclaimed.

"Ahahahah... I was just joking." Lola yawned, "won't castrate you! promise. Goodnight!"

"Night sis!" Max felt drowsy and slowly began to sleep.

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Part 6

Jenny woke up early that morning. She was having breakfast in the kitchen, already dressed for the day. Her sister Samantha was still in the bedroom. Drinking her coffee. Jenny thought back to what she had seen the night before. Max naked and ballbusted by his sister!

It was an arousing memory for Jenny. She wanted to try it herself. She wanted to be the one who takes advantage of Max's not so secret fetish. She didn't have any plan and didn't know how to make her fantasy real.

The sound of the shower caught her attention. If Lola was in the bathroom then Max was alone and naked in his bedroom. Jenny approached her nephew's room without making any noise. She had a look inside and she saw. Max there and he was still sleeping.

Jenny walked towards him. The sheet was covering Max only from his waist down. He was shirtless and Jenny knew that, under the sheet, he was naked as well. She reached the sheet and lowered it without waking him up. She was right. Max was naked.

Jenny stepped back and stared at her nephew's bare crotch. His balls were big and a bit red. That was probably Lola's fault. Suddenly Max moved his arms and slowly woke up. Jenny didn't know what to do and how to explain what she was doing in the bedroom. She turned around to leave the room, but Max noticed her.

"Auntie!" Max exclaimed, surprised. He realized to be naked and covered his manhood. He was dying by the shame. "Oh Max, you're awake. I just wanted to ask you if you'd like some coffee for breakfast but I didn't want to wake you up". Jenny said turning face to him. She was satisfied with her explanation. It looked like a good excuse and surely it wasn't her fault if Max was naked.

Max lifted his legs. He was visibly embarrassed by Jenny. "Yes. I'd like some... you should have knocked first."

Jenny smiled. The discomfort of Max made her feel somehow in control of the situation. "Aww but I don't mind if you sleep naked..." she stepped towards him and stroked his hair "...your balls looked soo squishy I wanted to squeeze them."

She headed again to the door when Lola, fully dressed, stepped in. "Goodmorning Lola. Want some coffee for breakfast?" "Sure aunty! Thank you!" "I'll be in the kitchen. Hurry up or the coffee will cool..." Jenny left the room. Now Max knew she’d like to have some fun with his balls.

Lola sat on her bed trying to not laugh at Max. "Did she saw you naked?" Max put on a pair of black boxers. "She did... don't laugh you jerk" Lola was amused by the situation. "Come on Max. I don't wanna drink cool coffee..." She grabbed Max by his wrist and dragged him out of the bedroom. "Wait Lola I’m not dressed!" "Your underwear is more than enough!" "No Lola please..."

Max didn't fight too much against Lola and let her drag him in the kitchen half-naked. Jenny raised an eyebrow when she saw Max wearing only his underwear. She exchanged a knowing look with Lola who winked at her.

Max was embarrassed but he did his best to act normal. It was glad that Lola forced him to go half-naked. It was a good occasion to have his balls at the mercy of two women. Now that he knew aunt Jenny wanted to squeeze his balls, he wanted to give her an occasion to do that.

"I didn't know that you like to wear... let's say comfortably around the house," Jenny said handing a cup of coffee to Max. "Yeah, it's my home after all" Jenny handed him some biscuits.

"It's true you should be free at your own home and... it gives me the occasion to do that!" Jenny slapped Max's balls form below making them bouncing. Max twitched and stepped back. He instinctively tried to cover his crotch but his hands were holding the coffee and the biscuits.

Jenny approached him and slapped his balls again a little harder. "Ouch... stop!" Max stepped back again and his back touched the wall. Jenny stond in front of him. Max couldn't put down nor the coffee nor the biscuits.

He saw Lola gigling behind his aunt shoulders. Jenny was acting like it was just a game but she was getting aroused. "Ouch" she said mocking Max and slapped him balls again.

This time Max bended over a bit and Jenny quickly raised her knee hitting him in the balls quite hard. "Oooo" Max lowered on his knee and Jenny moved back to let him fall on the floor.

Lola was laughing out loud clapping her hands. "Ahahah Max you're pathetic!" Max didn't mind her teasing. He put down on the floor the coffee and the biscuits and held his balls. From his knees he looked up to his aunt. "Why my balls?" Jenny smirked. She had felt his hard penis when she hitted him. It was clear that he like it. She bended over face to face with Max. "Because I like it!" She said with a smile.

Max heart began to race. Aunt Jenny was just like his sister. His chances to have his balls tortured had literally doubled. It was like a dream came true. He didn't even know it a was all thanks to Lola. He thought he was simply lucky. He took the coffee and the biscuits and put them on the table. In that moment Samantha walked in the kitchen.

"What the hack is going on here? Why you aren't dressed?" She was surprised to see her son almost naked. Lucky for Max the dark colour of his underwear helped him hiding his boner from his mum's gaze. Max covered his crotch and mumbled something like "sorry mum" before leaving the room walking clumsy.

Jenny and Lola were laughing watching Max all embarrassed in front of his mum. Samantha started at her daughter and her sister with an inquisitive look. "Relax mum..." Lola took care of the situation. "...it was a prank. I've dragged him out of the bedroom before could dress up just for fun"

Samantha shocked her head. "I don't like him to walk around the house with nothing on. No more prank like that! Am I clear Lola" "Sure sure..." Lola said and sipped some coffee. "What we are gonna do today?" She asked her mum.

Jenny didn't care too much about the program for the day and leaft Lola and Samantha talking about their plans. Actually the sound of the shower had caught her attention. She walked to the bathroom hoping to find Max naked again. Not knowing what to do she hesitated for a moment, the sound of the water wasn't anymore in the air.

In that moment Max opened the door and found his aunt in his way. He was wearing a bathrobe. "Max my dear did I hurt you before?" Jenny pretended to be concerned for his balls. "Oh no aunty don't worry..." He walked to his bedroom to dry his hair and Jenny followed him "Good! Let me help you with your hair. It's my way to say i'm sorry".

Obviously Max didn't want to waist an occasion to be alone with Jenny. He let her in and closed the door.

"Jenny!" Samantha called her sister out loud from the kitchen. A bit impatient Jenny opened the door "yes" she shouted back. She didn't want to lose any time now that she had Max alone in a room. "Me and Lola are going out for some grocery shop. We'll be back soon" that was an incredible case of luck! Now she was home alone with her nephew! She turned to Max and stared intensely at him. Her attitude towards Max had changed drastically.

He swallowed noticing that was something different in his aunt. She approached him and, with her hands on his shoulders, she walked him to a stool in front of the mirror. She made him sat down. "We have plenty of time. Stand still. I'm gonna take good care of you".

Jenny turned on the hairdryer and began to dry his hair. With her free hand she massaged Max shoulders. Slowly and seductively, Jenny hand slided on Max's chest inside the robe. She bended over a bit pressing her breasts on her nephew's head. He was enjoying the pampering.

Jenny's hand was still moving inside the robe losening it more and more. The woman put away the hairdryer and massaged Max with both her hands. "Let me dry you properly." She whispered in his ear. Max didn't reacted.

Jenny's massage had loosen the robe enough to expose Max's chest. "Opsie!" Jenny exclaimed when the robe opened all the way.

Max was breathing heavily. He enjoyed the sensation of Jenny's breast on his nape and let her strip him.

"I see you're happy to spend time with your aunty!" Jenny said pointing at Max's boner. He smirked. "Let me fix that!" Jenny walked in front of him and opened his legs.

Slowly she cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them. Max moved a bit. "Don't move honey" he nodded at her words. Jenny was oddly able when it came to squeeze balls. She builded up the strength and slowly twisted Max's nuts more and more. She bit her lips in pleasure. The balls moved inside the scrotum in attempt to excape the torture. The grip was getting tighter.

Max endured the treatment with all his might. Judging from his face he was suffering a terrible pain but his penis was twitching fully erect.

Jenny moaned. She felt the balls trapped in her fist. They weren't moving anymore. It was storm of sensations. Jenny tugged Max's balls like she wanted to remove them. She wasn't able to realize how much she was torturing her nephew.

"Aunt...aunt.. you gonna rip them off..." Max couldn't endure the pain anymore. Suddenly Jenny came back to reality. She let go of Max's balls and stepped back. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Max bent over holding his balls. There was a moment of silence.

Jenny didn't say anything she simply stood there watching Max's pain. He was in ecstasy. Instinctively he grabbed his penis and massaged it a bit. That was enough to make him cum in front of his aunt. Jenny gasped at the sight. She felt a bit embarrassed but she knew it was mostly her fault. She patted Max on his shoulder and left the room like nothing happened.

With his hands in his hair and an expression of horror in his eye, Max realized what he had done. Something hard to explain without revealing his secret fetish.

Part 7

When Lola and Samantha returned home from the super market Max was still in his room. What had just happened with his aunt had changed his mood. He felt bad about masturbating in front of Jenny, he was afraid that could had changed their relationship.

Jenny was too much embarrassed by the situation. She didn't mean to go that far with Max and surely didn't expect to see him cum after a squeeze. She had to talk to him before long and tell him she was sorry. After all it was her fault. Max was a good boy, he wouldn't had jerked off in front of her on his own initiative. Jenny was well aware she was the one who started everything.

For the rest of the day Max and Jenny didn't talk to each other. They spent the morning at the beach and in the afternoon visited a shopping center. While the women were having a lot of fun enjoying the holiday it was pretty clear that Max was worried about something. Samantha noticed it. Her son was an open book for her. She didn't lose the occasion to talk to him while Lola and Jenny were trying on some dresses.

Max was hanging around alone in the men's department when his mum approached him. "Max is something wrong? You're in such a bad mood. You should have more fun on holliday"

"It's nothing mum... I didn't sleep well last night. I'm just a bit tired" Samantha felt disheartened hearing her son talking like that. Max's attention was caught by an odd pair of boxers with the drawing of a darts board target on the crotch. "It's ok if you don't wanna talk to me but remember you can tell me everything... hey do you like these boxers? Let's buy them!"

"Oh no there's no need to buy them..." Max said a bit embarassed but Samantha had already picked the boxers. "Don't be ashamed! I think they are nice! It'll be fun if someone hit the center don't you think!" Max smiled at her joke. "Ouch. Not for me ahaha!" He laughed. Samantha was happy to see Max smiling again.

At home the three women sat in the living room talking about the dresses they had just bought. Max was left on the sidelines. "I love your new bra Lola! Isn't it a bit too small for you?" Jenny was checking the clothes. "i don't think so. I've tried it on and it suits!" "later I wanna see you with it on. Oh wow these pants are beautiful. Love your taste in clothing Lola!"

Samantha was enjoying the moment. She had bought something for herself too "what do you think about this skirt? I like it but I need to find some shoes to match." She was showing the skirt to her sister when she noticed how bored was Max. She didn't want to see him like that and decided to engage him in the conversation.

"Max had bought something as well! Why don't you show it us!" she said handing her son the little bag with the boxers in.

Max picked the bag with a smile and opened it. Samantha wondered why that boxers had that effect on him but she didn't care too much. She was only happy to had found something to cheer up her soon and she wanted to take the best out of it.

"no. wait!" she said stopping Max. "go and put them on! It will be funnier!"

Max hesitated for a moment. Walking in a room wearing a target on his underwear with three women could be an awkward situation. Expecilly if you like ballbusting. He thought about it. It looked like his mum really wanted to see him wearing that boxers and he didn't want to be a kill joy. The made up his mind and decided to put on the boxers.

He went in his room and changed into the boxers. He adjusted his penis to make it less noticeable. He was sure the presence of his mum would have helped him not growing an erection.

When he stepped in the living room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with a board target on Lola and Jenny couldn't help but burst out laughing. "oh my good what are them?" Lola said clapping her hands. "perfect! They suits perfectly on you Max ahaha! Jenny couldn't stop laughing. Max smiled as well. Samantha was glad to see him happy again.

"They are funny! Aren't they. He should wear only them from now on!" she said mocking her son. Max didn't say anything for a while he just smiled and laughed at the women's jokes standing with his legs opened to give them a good show.

From the sofa Lola litfed her foot and touched Max's balls with the tip." target hit ahaha!" Max jolted a little but laughed with his sister. "Lola!" Samantha gave a dirty look to her daughter. "look at this. 100 points" Jenny kicked Max right on the target. "oooof" Max stepped back and bended over. Jenny got up the and positioned her self to kick again "be careful. don't hit him!" Samantha tried to stop her sister but it was too late.

"200!" Jenny shouted kicking again her nephew. Lola was laughing her ass off while Samantha was worried for Max. "why you have to ruin everything. It's painful for a boy. Don't kick him again. And could you try to not laugh at your brother's pain Lola?"

"ah... Ahah... Ahahah" with all of his might Max laughed out loud. He pretended to not be in pain. "it's not that painful mum!" he adjusted his balls. His mum sighed and shocked her head. At least it looked like Max was having some fun as well.

Lola stepped in front of Max with her back to him. "blindly" she declaredand kicked back her foot and hitting her brother ball's with the heel. This time even Samantha couldn't help but smile a bit. She had an idea. She took of one of her sandals.

Lola poked to Jenny and gestured her to look at Samantha. She grabbed the sandals and aimed the target. Max was unbelieving. Was his mum about to shoot a sandal to his balls? She was.

"From the distance" Samantha said and threw the sandal. Due to the close target she hit the center! Everyone in the room laughed again even Max. The hit wasn't too painful. "ahaha that was easy. You were too close" Lola said. "it's true. Try again from a longer distance." Jenny added.

Max walked to the other end of the room and opened his legs. "i'm sure you can't hit me from there!" he said. "don't dare me Max! I'm not the one with a target between the legs!" she teased and took off the other sandal.

"you won't hit!"

"are you sure? I'm quite cabable at darts" She aimed the target.

"ahah i'm sure"

"let's make a deal then! If I hit the target you agree to stay with that boxers for the rest of the evening!"

"ahaha yeah!" Lola said clapping her hands.

"... Ok but if you miss I won't help with the house chores!"

"deal!" Samantha said and again aimed the target.

That was a moment of tension when Samantha threw the sandal. The shoot was fast and straight. "ooooh" Max grabbed his balls in pain. A choir of "yhea" came from Lola and Jenny. Samantha gulped. She didn't mean to hit him so strong. She walked over him amd put her hand on his shoulder. "i'm sure we gonna have fun at dinner this evening." she said looking in his eyes to see if he was ok. "oouch you're really good at darts mum!"

Part 8

"All the evening until bed time!" Samantha said with her hands on her hips. "I'll be fine!" "You'll be fine? With a target on you balls? I won't be so sure!" Max stepped back as his mum faked a kick to his balls.

"Hey Max say hi for the camera!" Lola exclaimed to catch the attention of her brother. When Max lifted his eyes he saw both Lola and Jenny with their phones in their hands. They were taking pictures of him. "Hi" Max replied with sarcasm. It wasn't a problem for him if they wanted a picture of him. After all they did to his balls that was nothing.

Samantha was busy with the dinner while Lola and Jenny were sat on the sofa looking at their phones. Whith Max disappoint the situation seemed to calm down. He thought that later his balls would have been again the center of attention. So he took his phone and sat down as well.

He had a couple of messages on Whatsapp but nothing important. To kill some time he opened Instagram. His heart skipped a bit when he saw the photo Lola had just posted. "Nooo... why??" He jumped out of his chair.

It was the photo of some monent ago. Him with only his pair of special boxers on. "1 like=1 kick" it said. "i'm almost naked... what the hell Lola take down the photo!" He complained with his sister who didn't answer but just smirked.

"Relax Max!" Jenny said. "You're not naked. They looks like a swimsuit. What's the big deal? I have some photos at the beach with only a bikini on. It's nothing to be afraid of."

Max didn't know what to do or even think. He felt an odd mixture of feelings. Anger, embarrassment and sexual excitement. Scrolling down Instagram he found he same picture of him posted by Jenny. "What would you do with a nephew dressed like that?" Was the description. "Oh came on aunt... it's not funny..." it was. It was more than funny. Max began to grow an erection. He sat at the table with his legs crossed to hide his boner.

Ar dinner none of the women hit Max in the balls. From time to time Lola checked her phone to see how many likes she got. Every time she smiled at Max. Samantha and Jenny made some comments about Max's state of undress. His mum loved to see him blushing like a little child. She thought it would have been fun to have him completely naked.

When the dinner was over Max helped his mum with the cleaning. Luckily for him his boner went away. "Oh Maaax!" Lola called in a sing song voice. "Look at this... so many kicks!!" She said showing him he screen of her phone. 74 was the number of likes on the photo. Max blushed and looked away pretending he didn't care. "Oh my god Max!" Samantha exclaimed "you'll be lucky if your balls won't pop!"

"Hear at this" Jenny said out loud to caught the attention. "Blind your eyes and try to hit with a rod!" It was one of the comments on her photo. "My daughter has a nerf gun. I should buy those boxer for her brother!" Every one laughed as Jenny went on reading the comments. "Oh this is funny! Chase him with a wooden spoon!"

Samantha disappeared in the kitchen and went back with two wooden spoons and a spatula. "How about a game of hide and seek... or rather hide and hit?"

"Uh uh mum i'm gonna love this game!" Lola said taking the spatula from her mum. Max swallowed. It was easy to figured out what kind of game they were about to play. "You have one minute to hide..." Samantha handed one wooden spoon to Jenny. "...and..." she was taking time to make up the rules. "If we hit your balls 10 time in 10 minutes we win!"

Three women chasing him to hit his balls! It was a dream for Max. "Ok... set the time... i'll hide..."

"Not so fast boy!" Jenny said and took of her pantyhose. "Hands tied! You're not allowed to cover the target." Max didn't argue as his aunt secured his hands behind his back.

Samantha was about to say something but she didn't. Having Max's hands tied was a bit too much. He was completely helpless. But it looked like he was ok with it and Lola and Jenny was having a lot of fun. "Alright boy one minute to hide!" Samantha closed her eyes and used a timer on her phone to take the time.

It was hard to walk with his hands tied and surely it wasn't an easy task to find a good place to hide. Not that Max minded. Eventually he hide himself behind the curtains in the same room where the women were.

One miute passed and the hunters opened their eyes. "Jenny check the garden. Lola upstairs, i'll search in the kitchen." Max almost laughed. For one minute none of the girls found him. "Jenny is he there?" Asked Samantha walking back in the living room. "No. I don't think so"

"Lola, have you found him?" "No way mum"

"Maaax where are you hinding you balls?" The house was a small one. There weren't too many place too hide. Samantha moved the curtains. "Found!" She shouted and slapped the target with the spoon.

The hit wasn't too hard and Max was able to run away before the second strike. He ran out in the garden where Jenny was. He stopped right in fron of her. "SMACK" Jenny didn't lose any time and strike the second hit. This time Max felt the pain. "Aaah" he moaned and ran back in the house.

He didn't see his mum lurking next the door and "SMACK!" the third strike. Max bended over but with his hands tied he wasn't able to protect his balls. Samantha hit him again and again Jenny was able to reach the target from behind.

Max jumped and hardly walked away to come up against Lola who had quikly ran down the stairs. Her spatula found the target with an hard.

Max was surrendered by his tormentors. The pain made him fall on his knees. "Now! He's on the ground!" "Seven!" "Eight!" "Nine" they took turns hitting the target. Max tried to roll on his back but they kept him in position pushing with their feet on his shoulders. "TEN!" Samantha striked for the last time. "Wooow victory!!" All the women celebrate the success laughing toget her and clapping their hands. Felt a bit humiliated by the situation. Jenny posed with her foot on his chest. With the wooden spoon in one hand she made the victory sign with the other. Lola took the photo. "I have to post it!!"

Samantha bended over. "It looks like the man had lost! It's everything ok Max?" Max nodded with his head. "Don't worry. You were lucky. I wanna a rematch!"

Jenny and Lola smiled to each other. "Oh Max i'm afraid to say you gonna lose again! Enough fun for today. Bed time! You can wear your clothes again." Samantha said.

Max and Lola headed to their room. "I've just checked the post on instagram." Lola whispered in his ear. "82 likes..." Max gulped. "Hihih i'm gonna give you all of them!"

Part 9

Max took a shower and put on something for the night. It was the last night of vacation. The next day they'll ride back home. That was a shame judging by how good things were going for his balls. First Lola spanked them bare naked then aunt Jenny joined the fun and eventually his mum was involved in the game.

Max laid under the sheet and checked his phone. The instagram picture Lola had posted before was quite arousing. "1like=1kick". It has 90 likes and they are still increasing. Being alone in the room Max couldn't help but touch him self. Lola was under the shower.

There was a couple of comments under the photo. One was from Ashley, a nice looking girl Max had a crush on. It said "nice!" and nothing more. He didn't know if Ashley was into ballbusting but she liked the picture of him wearing only a pair of boxers with a target on and that was enough to get him excited.

Slowly he reached his penis and began to masturbate thinking about Ashley. In his mind she was wearing only bra and panties and was making fun of him after an hard kick in the balls.

Suddenly the door opened and Lola stepped in. She had a towel wrapped around her chest although she was wearing bra and panties underneath. Max gulped when he saw her and moved his legs up to council his hard on. "Did I interrupt something?" Lola asked standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"I wasn't doing anything. what should you had interrupted?" Max pretended to not understand her sarcastic question. Lola knew he was masturbation. She could tell that by his expression. She let the towel fall on the floor. "Oh well, if you say so..." She walked toward the mirror flaunting her almost naked body to her horny brother. She loved giving him blue balls. She brushed her hair in front of the mirror. Max was starting at her. Lola saw him watching in the reflection.

She put on a withe tight shirt for the night. It suited perfectly around her breast making it quite noticeable. "So Max let's see how many kicks in the balls you gained until now"

She sat on Max's bed and checked her photo. "Uh uh 97! Almost three digits!" She said with a big smile. Max noded and sobbed. "I guess my balls won't survive that..."

"Oh don't worry I gonna be gentle. They're so squishy and cute I love to play with them. I don't wanna break anything!"

Lola smirked when she noticed how Max was blushing. "Oh you're blushing! Is something going on down there? Is because you want me to squeeze your balls or because you saw me in bra?" She said pushing out her chest rubbing her hair. "...don't know what you're talking about" Max eyes were gulted to his sister's breast.

"Oh really?" She gently pushed down his knees and a bulge popped up through the sheet right at his crotch level. Lola giggled like a child. "What's this then?" She poked a few time the awkward bulge with the tip of her index. "Balls or pee pee?" She asked sarcastically.

"Pee pee..." Max roller his eyes. He desperately needed to masturbate and his sexy sister wasn't any help to calm down him. Lola knew that Max was completely at her hands. She moved the blanket to out line better the shape of his balls and traced them with the tip of her finger. She was fascinated by how squishy they felt. Max squeezed his legs for the pleasure. She was thinking without say anything. She wanted to play again with Max's balls now that she is alone with him. For the first time she wanted to play for her own fun and not to please her brother.

"Mmm I was thinking...since It's our last night here.... would you like to play a little game?" "Sure why not?"

Lola clapped her hands with excitement. "It's like the 'touch my body challenge'... but with a twist..." she took away the blanket. Max was wearing only a shirt and a pair of boxer. "What kind of twist?" He asked while Lola was searching for something to blind him. She smiled but didn't answer. She used a shirt like a blindfold and made sure Max couldn't see anything.

She climbed on the bed and made Max open his legs as far as he could. "Ok! I gonna make you touch a part of my body. Let's see if you guess witch it is!" She waited a bit for suspense then she gently lowered her left elbow down into Max's balls.

He winced at the contact "ouch!" Lola pressed down a little harder making Max's balls slide away. "Oooh" instinctively he grabbed Lola's arm and push it away. "Noo! You can't use yours hand..." She was a bit upset for that.

"Sorry..." "Put your hands under your ass and no more touching... you can guess only with your balls..." Max noded with his head. Again Lola made some pressure with her elbow. "It's your elbow!" "Oh geez of course you guessed well. you touched my arms..." she was angry by the tone of her voice.

"No hands this time!" She slapped Max's balls to emphasize her words. Lola laied on her side between Max's legs. She moved her right shoulder to make contact with Max balls. This time Max didn't freak out. Lola didn't made too much pressure.

"Wich part of my body is?" "Your knee?" "No!" Lola slided up with her body making a little more pressure "...aaahh your heel?" "Nooo!" She laughed and pushed her shoulder into her brother's balls more harder. Max was in pain. He had to guess right before his balls pop! "Your head? I don't know!" He said quickly. Lola laughed out loud. "Ahahah take off the blindfold!"

Max didn't lose time and took away the shirt on his eyes. He saw Lola with her shoulder pressed on his crotch "Oh! What the hell!" He said keeping on moaning in pain.

"Ahaga I won this match! Blind your eyes again!"

This time Lola stond on her feet. To trick Max she bended over and pressed the palm of her hand into Max's balls. "Your foot?" "No!" "Your leg? "No!" Like she did before with every "no" Lola builded up the pressure. "Ooooh your hand??"

"Right!" She smiled and gave Max a moment to recover. She thought about the next move.

"This gonna be hard!" Lola knelt down between Max's legs. She bended over resting her weights on her arm. Her breast was right over Max's balls. She lowered her body and her boobs touched Max's crotch. "So witch part is it?"

Max didn't feel any pain. Something soft was pressed on his balls. "I don't know..." Lola tried her best to make some pressure on her brother's manhood with her breast. Max moaned feeling his balls under an unkown part of his sister's body. "Is it your ass?" "No..."

Max was really confused. He didn't say anything. He was feeling something warm and soft gently hurting his balls. He enjoyed the sensation. Lola smiled with satisfaction watching how her brother wasn't even able to speak. "Take off the blind!"

"Oh..." Max moved back a little when he saw his balls under Lola's boobs. "Ahah don't be embarrassed!! I won!"

Lola get up laughing at the discomfort of Max. She letf him speechless. "Since I won I need a prize!!"

"Wait you didn't win. We are even. I guessed right the elbow and the hand but missed the shoulder and... the breast"

"The elbow doesn't count. You touched it remember... so as prize I want you to sleep with your balls tied!" Lola smiled showing Max an hair tie.