Bowling Balls, a ball-busting vignette

Bowling Balls, a ball-busting vignette

By Caligula

Keri was at the bowling alley with her two kids, Jack and Amy. Today was Jack's 19th birthday and he loved bowling. His sister Amy had recently turned 18 and didn't have the skill with a bowling ball that Jack had, and she didn't really want to be here. It didn't make it better that Jack would constantly rub it in when he was winning. Amy wanted to wipe the smug smile off his face.

Jack was of course winning again and so Amy wasn't really invested in the game. She kept pulling different weight bowling balls off the racks and bringing them over, swinging them to and fro to see which bowling ball felt best in the hand. She had collected quite the ball collection at their lane. More than anything she just felt like being a brat...getting her brother frustrated that she kept wasting so much time between turns and just generally trying to ruin his birthday.

Their mother had just taken her turn and Jack had thrown his first ball of his own turn. He got most of the pins but missed a couple.

"Ohhh...try to pick up that spare, Jackie!" said his mother Keri.

"Darnit! I thought I had it," he replied, a bit irritated.

Feeling more annoyed than anything, Amy had picked up another bowling ball...a 10 pounder. As Jack walked to where she stood to wait for his ball to come back from his most recent throw so he could try for that spare, Amy accidentally swung her bowling ball right into her brother's nuts.

"Oooofff!!!" Jack bent over with a grunt.

Amy covered her mouth with her hand, but couldn't stifle a giggle. Keri was less impressed with her daughter's aim as she helped Jack to sit down on the floor in their little area.

"Amy! You just nailed your brother right in his balls!" she said crossly. "On his birthday!"

Amy didn't say anything. She knew if she opened her mouth to talk at that moment that she would most likely laugh and get into more trouble. As it was she knew her mother wasn't happy about the big grin she was sporting.

Jack just sat there moaning a bit, legs spread slightly to let his balls breathe.

"Are you okay Jackie?" asked their mother.

"Yeah...I'll be fine. It just stung a little bit," he said. He was lying, of course. His sister had got him square on and he was hurting quite a bit, but he wasn't going to give his sister the satisfaction of knowing how badly she had hurt him.

"I'm going to get some snacks, and an icepack for Jack's balls. Now you young lady better lose the attitude! And you better get rid of all the balls laying around here by the time I get back! We have WAY too many balls! Do you understand me?!?" Keri really laid into her daughter, which pissed Amy off more than Keri knew.

"Yeah. I understand..." Amy replied with venom dripping from her voice.

Keri stormed off and Amy reluctantly started taking all the excess bowling balls she had collected back to the public area. Some of them were so heavy. She picked up a 16 pounder and cringed with how much it hurt her wrist. The pain made her look angrily at her brother as he sat there, legs spread, nuts throbbing. That at least made her smile. Then she remembered what her mother had said: You had better get rid of all the balls. We have way too many balls.

With that, at least, she agreed. She walked over to her brother, still holding her 16 pounder. Jack looked up at her, still determined not to let his little sister see any pain on his face. Amy smiled down at Jack and lifted the 16 pound bowling ball high over her head. Then she let it roll forward and slip off the tips of her fingers.

Jack and Amy both watched as the bowling ball fell several feet and landed with a "crunch" right onto his balls. Jack's eyes bugged out and he let out an unintelligible few words, although several octaves higher than should have been possible. His hands cupped the sides of the bowling ball, trying to dislodge it from his nuts.

Amy took her foot and placed it on top of the big bowling ball, adding her weight to the 16 pounds. She could hear more crunching as she leaned into it. "I hate bowling," she stated calmly with a smile. "It puts too much emphasis on the balls."

She stepped off the ball and picked it up and placed it back on the rack, much to Jack's relief. Amy could see Jack was in no position to bowl and walked over to the lane and pressed a button, forfeiting his turn and resetting the pins for the next player.

Keri finally came back with some ice, which was placed strategically in Jack's lap, and some snacks. Keri thought Jack looked a little worse for wear. That's odd, she thought, as he said it wasn't so bad. Boys...always exaggerating that nut pain.

She handed Amy a soda and a bag of chips. "Did you get rid of all the balls like I told you to?"

Amy beamed. "I sure did. I got rid of ALL the balls."

"And does Jackie have a spare?" Keri asked.

Amy smiled even bigger, "No. Jack most definitely doesn't have a spare."

"Awe," said their mom with a pouty sad face. "Sometimes your balls just let you down."

Amy laughed. "Yeah. Jack definitely had ball issues while you were gone."

"Well I think it's my turn!" said their mother with a clap. "Now somebody hand me a ball!"

A Matter Of Balance

A Matter Of Balance

By Caligula

Melissa pulled a kitchen chair up to the cabinets; cabinets she was too short to reach. At four foot eleven inches she wasn’t very tall and often had problems reaching items stored up high. Canned goods on the top shelf at the local market were a particular annoyance as she always had to ask for help. Even with her highest heels height was a perpetual challenge.

She pulled the wobbly chair as close to the cabinets as she could get it and climbed up in her bare feet to search for the item that she misplaced some time ago. Where is that damn bottle? She still couldn’t reach the cabinet and stood on her tiptoes to give her an extra few inches, but that caused the chair to teeter dangerously to the side. The chair was just too rickety and her balance too off. She jumped off at the last moment, saving herself from a nasty fall. She looked from the cabinet up high to the chair down low, pondering her options.

“Bill! Can you come here a minute please? I need your help,” she called.

Melissa’s son Bill came shambling into the kitchen, not thrilled to be bothered but also without a good reason to put off his mother’s request for an audience. At nearly 6 feet tall he towered over his mother.

“Yeah, Mom. What’s up?”

“Bill, do me a favor and sit in this chair and hold it stable please? I’m looking for something on the top shelf over here and I keep losing my balance and I don’t want to fall and get hurt,” she said.

“Why don’t you just let me get whatever it is you’re looking for? I’m taller than you,” he replied.

This annoyed Melissa, as her height (or lack thereof) was a touchy subject with her.

“Bill! You know how much I hate tall people commenting on my stature! I’m exactly as tall as I need to be! It’s not my fault the rest of you are oversized beanstalks!”

“Fine, Mom! Fine! I’ll sit in the stupid chair,” he replied.

Bill sat down up agains the backrest as his mother lifted one of her shapely legs and cute feet over his groin area, making him realize there wasn’t much room on the chair for both him and his mother. He quickly spread his legs to the side, creating a gap for his mother to stand in. Melissa planted her foot firmly on the seat and lifted herself off the ground, coming to stand between her son’s splayed thighs.

Sitting directly behind his mother Bill had a perfect view of her nice ass as it wiggled back and forth in front of his eyes like a hypnotist swinging a shiny bauble from side to side, luring him into a trance. It didn’t help that she was wearing some teeny tiny Daisy Duke shorts, and her bubble butt oozed out of the shorts creating some of the finest ass cleavage he had ever seen.

This isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

As Melissa still struggled to reach the shelf she was unaware of her son’s appreciative fascination with her rump and stood on her tiptoes once more to gain those precious few inches that might help her achieve her goal of searching the shelf.

Damn! Still can’t reach it!

Her balance started to falter again and she involuntarily backed up a few inches, her bare heels now hovering dangerously above her son’s balls. Neither Melissa nor Bill noticed the precarious situation his manhood was in, as Melissa was still concentrating on reaching the shelf and Bill was still concentrating on his mother’s plump ass. His gaze travelled from her bubble butt to her legs, following down their length, and came to rest on her feet with her pretty polished toes and high arch. It was then that Bill’s mind snapped back to reality as he saw his unpleasant dilemma…to say something and startle his mother, causing her feet to drop back onto his berries…or not say something and she tired of standing on her toes and drop back onto her heels and onto his berries.

If she leans back she’s going to crush my…

Melissa leaned back.

Bill tried to stand up, but his mother’s feet had pinned his nuts to the seat of the chair. His mouth fell open as he made an attempt to tell his mom that her feet were crushing his balls, but it came out as just one long high-pitched sigh.

Melissa lowered her feet and felt the soft fabric of her son’s basketball shorts under her heels, along with what felt like two grapes…one under each heel.

What are those, she wondered.

She shifted her weight back and forth from heel to heel trying to figure out what those two little things were that she held captive under her feet.

What ARE those? <wiggle her right foot> Feels like two firm eggs. <wiggle her left foot> Feels like two…

“Balls…” Bill gasped out weakly. “My balls…”

“Balls?” mused Melissa out loud.

She looked down and saw the shocked look on Bill’s face, and let her eyes wander to his groin. She lifted her right heel slightly, shifting her weight on that foot to her toes, then placed her weight back onto her heel to confirm that rubbery object under her foot was indeed her son’s ball.

“Oopsie!” she cried as she jumped down off the chair, her bare feet landing on the cold kitchen tiles with an audible plop. She grunted as she slowly twisted the chair around so that it faced the opposite direction, Bill flopping like a ragdoll with each sudden jerk of the seat. Melissa giggled playfully as she knelt between her son’s legs, tugging his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, exposing his manhood so she could check out his sore nuts.

“Sorry Billy,” she said through her girlish laughter. “Let me check your two balls.”

She realized she didn’t really know how to check balls, and ended up just holding his nuts in her hands and weighing them up and down like she was examining fruit at the grocery store. She carefully placed each ball back onto the chair, adjusting them slightly like she was arranging fine china. She still needed to check that shelf though. She took a moment to think about it and then stepped back onto the chair between Bill’s legs, making sure to avoid his bare balls.

Now that his nuts were free from the painful trap sprung on them by his mom’s feet, Bill’s senses started to return to him. His mother was back on the chair, but as the chair was now reversed he was staring directly at the camel toe created in his mom’s skin-tight shorts. He swallowed hard, especially as his mother stood on her tiptoes again and leaned forward, shoving her crotch even closer to his face. He was practically crossing his eyes in an attempt to bring her tightly wrapped cooter into focus. He swallowed hard, and his dick started to stiffen.

Melissa still couldn’t reach the shelf and lifted herself onto her toes again, but she was still too short. She hated being short.

Just another half inch or so and I could reach this damn shelf!

She was about to give up when she looked down and saw her son’s nuts laying innocently on the chair right in front of her toes. She was surprised to see his cock harden and lift off the chair in what she likened to a patriotic salute. It stood there completely vertical, and she found herself impressed with the libido that young men possessed.

I wonder what that’s all about, she thought. She looked again at his nuts. Huh…they seem to be about a half-inch around. I wonder...no. No, I couldn’t do that…could I? It would just be for a brief moment…just long enough to check that shelf. And I’m small. I don’t weigh all that much.

Melissa lifted her right foot and placed the ball of her foot on her son’s left nut, stepping down on it. Bill froze, his dick wilting like an unwatered flower. Melissa then repeated the procedure with her other foot, and Bill’s other nut. She tested out the integrity of his gonads by bouncing on them slightly to make certain they would hold her full weight. Satisfied, she refocused her attention on the pesky shelf. While she couldn’t see what was on the shelf, the added height provided by her son’s balls allowed her to blindly search the shelf with her outstretched hand.

Nothing…where is that damn bottle?

Bill’s boner was gone, having been defeated by his mother’s pretty feet. If someone had asked what it felt like, and had he been capable of answering, he would have said it felt like his mom had placed his nuts in two vices and kept turning the screws. His mind flashed from thought to thought. He fevered brain momentarily grabbed onto something he learned in science class; something about when an object meets an immovable force. The image of his mother’s delicate female hand breaking two eggs and the insides oozing out into a frying pan flashed before his eyes. He saw fragments of his mother dancing barefoot in a vat full of grapes, making wine by bursting the grapes…but then the hazy image shifted and instead of grapes it was his balls she was dancing on.

Melissa had run her hand over almost the entire surface of the cabinet shelf without finding her precious bottle. As her hand strayed to the far side of the shelf she shifted her weight to maintain her balance.

POP!

Bill’s right nut was obliterated as it finally surrendered under Melissa’s foot, causing the small amount of cum that had been inside the ball to ooze out of his dick. She was so focused on finding her bottle though that the bursting of her son’s ball only vaguely registered in her mind. Her body reflexively adjusted her balance and centered her weight over Bill’s left ball, causing her left leg to lift higher and bend at the knee as it no longer had anything to step on. All of her weight was now pressing down on the left ball.

Just a moment longer, she thought. I’m sure that bottle is here somewhere. Almost done…

POP!

Another dribble of cum leaked from his cock.

Her hand withdrew from the shelf as she lost her half-inch boost with the failing of the structural integrity of Bill’s balls. Her thoughts shifted from the still missing bottle to the sound of Bill’s high-pitched gurgles…too high-pitched for a man to make. She looked down and saw the cause of her son’s new-found operatic singing skills under her feet.

Oh! I guess I exploded his balls. Well that’s a shame. You only get two, after all.

She stepped down off the chair and off what was left of the two nuts that had served her well. She briefly wondered what it must be like to have someone step on your balls and turn them into nut puree.

They just dangle outside their body like that. How bad could it hurt if Mother Nature intended for them to just hang there without any protection? She noted the sad puddle of cum lying between Bill’s legs and recalled the last she saw of his dick it had been erect. It must not have hurt TOO badly if he was cumming while I stood on his dingleberries…so nothing to feel bad about I guess. Kind of gross that I made him cum…I’m his mother after all, but since it was his last one I’m glad I was able to help drain that nut out of his balls.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie,” she said quietly to Bill, referring to the quickly drying cum stain on her well used kitchen furniture and her role in creating it.

Melissa slapped herself on the forehead.

“Of course! Now I remember moving that bottle into the bathroom last month!” she exclaimed. “Ugh…up onto a high shelf. At least I think that’s where I put it.”

Melissa grabbed another kitchen chair and headed towards the bathroom with it.

“Frank!” she called to her other son. “Can you meet me in the bathroom please?”

“Yeah Mom! What do you need?” her older son responded.

“I’m looking for something on one of the top shelves and I need you to hold this chair steady for me so I don’t lose my balance,” she said.

“Be right there!”

She would try to be more careful this time. If only she weren’t so short.

The bathroom shelf is even higher than the one in the kitchen. Maybe if he gets hard like his brother and his dick is pointing straight up I could stand on the tip with my cute little toes so I can reach. That would give me like six or seven extra inches! Boners are tough, right? Sure they are. That’s why they call it being hard I suppose. He’ll be fine. His dick will be just fine…

The Mastectomy

The Mastectomy

By Caligula

Anne was a 50 year old woman with two adult children: John who was 30, and Jane who was 28. As a breast cancer survivor, Anne had suggested her and Jane go in for a new test that could determine one's likelihood of getting breast cancer. When they got the results the doctor told them that they did indeed have a slightly elevated risk of getting breast cancer. Given Anne's own prior breast cancer scare, and as there was a family history of breast cancer....both women decided that they would get double mastectomies for their peace of mind. And they were okay with their decision. They didn't cry, they didn't get down in the dumps. Quite the contrary...they were happy they were going to stop any future breast cancer dead in its tracks.

Anne and Jane sat down with John to give him the news about their decision...

"And so we have both decided to get double mastectomies," said Anne.

John's mouth hung open. This wasn't the news he expected to hear, and was quite shocked that his mom and sister would take such drastic action...would alter their bodies in such an extreme way. "Wow mom. I don't really know how to respond to that. It just seems like an overreaction. I know you had breast cancer before, and Jane has to be worried because we have a family history and you guys got this test that said there MIGHT be an increased chance of developing breast cancer...but to cut your boobs off? I don't know. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Your sister and I have talked about it and we're totally okay with doing this," replied his mom. "We think you should be tested too. The doctor said men can get it as well."

"What?" he asked, "That's crazy. I've never heard that before."

His sister finally chimed in. "Yeah, but instead of your boobs you'll need to get you balls cut off. Hahaha!"

His mom laughed at that and was grateful her daughter had broken the seriousness of the situation. "Yeah John, I think you should just do it as a show of support for what your sister and I are going thru. We lose our boobs and you lose your balls."

John blushed with embarrassment. "Um...yeah I don't think I wanna do that. Couldn't I just wear a pink shirt or something on the big day?"

His sister seemed annoyed at that, and said with a bit more seriousness in her voice, "I can't believe you won't get your balls cut off for us. That's just so selfish."

"You know you never even shaved your head in solidarity with me when I lost my hair during chemotherapy 5 years ago. You really wouldn't get your balls cut off to make us feel better about losing our boobs?" added his mom.

The conversation had gone back to sounding serious thought John. Were they really asking this of him? His mind was spinning as he looked from mother to sister and back to his mother. They watched him squirm in his seat and then his mother finally broke the tension.

"We're kidding...we don't expect you to get your balls cut off. But it seriously would have been like the biggest show of support ever given we're losing the things that make us outwardly women to the rest of the world. It's not going to be easy going around without breasts," said Anne.

"Ugh...I guess I won't be going to the beach anymore. No bikinis," added Jane.

Anne sighed at that. "Yes I didn't think of that. That WILL suck because I love the beach. And how hard will dating be. Can you imagine how embarrassing it will be when your date wants to get frisky and he reaches up and there's nothing there?"

It looked like his mother and sister were going to get emotional, and John started to feel very guilty. He truly was selfish, he thought. If they could be brave and make this decision for themselves, why couldn't he stand with them? Why couldn't he be just as brave? They would do this together, he decided.

"Mom...Jane...I'll do it."

They both looked at him in surprise. "You mean..."

"Yes. I'll get my balls cut off," said John with conviction.

"Honey, that really isn't necessary," said his mother.

"Well mom, let's think about it," interjected Jane. "I mean if he's willing to do it...it would totally make me feel better and have the courage to go thru with this. Honestly I've been nervous about it and was afraid I'd back out. But if John is willing to lose his balls. It just sounds...fair? I don't know how to put."

"I have to admit I've been nervous too recently. The closer we get to the date the more second thoughts I have too. John, would you really be willing to let us have your balls removed? It would really mean a lot," asked Anne.

John gulped. "Yes. Let's go ahead and do this...as a family. Go ahead and schedule it."

Anne and Jane were overjoyed and Anne immediately set about scheduling her son's castration.

*****

The day before his castration John was understandably nervous. He was getting snipped tomorrow and then next week his mother and sister were having their operations. Anne and Jane could see he was scared and were worried he might back out, so they decided to hang out with him all day and try to keep his spirits up. They played some board games and started getting silly and joking around. Things got a little slapstick at one point and John started playfighting with his mom.

"I won't need balls in order to beat you," he laughed as he pressed the attack. Their hands were locked together and he had pushed her so that she fell back onto the sofa as he stood above her.

"Then you won't mind if I do THIS!" Anne meant to fake a kick at his balls and instead misjudged the distance and ended catching him full in the balls with the top of her bare foot.

All three groaned at the same time. Anne and Jane with mock sympathy, and John with pain. John fell to his knees.

"Wow you really got him mom," said Jane through her laughter.

"I didn't mean to actually kick him. Hahaha! I just missed." replied Anne through giggles.

"Trust me," groaned John. "you didn't miss."

They all laughed about it, although Anne and Jane laughed a lot more than John did.

"That was the first time I've ever kicked a guy in his balls before," said Anne. Her face beamed with joy.

"Could have fooled me," said John with a wince as he stood up.

"Hey I've never kicked someone in the balls either," complained Jane. "Don't I get to kick him too?"

"Aren't your brother's balls already going thru enough in the next 24 hours?" laughed Anne.

"So this will be my last chance to kick him then is what you're saying...and that looked fun," said Jane.

John turned around and grabbed at his sister with his hands. "I might not have been able to take mom but I can certainly take YOU, shrimp! Hahaha!" he said.

John grabbed her wrists and forced her arms up and was trying to back her up against the wall when Jane yelled out "GOOSH!" and kicked him square in the balls with her bare foot.

John squeaked and made funny coughing sounds and slowly fell to the floor.

"Hahaha! Oh my god you really racked him good!" chortled Anne.

"That was awesome! Hahaha!" said Jane.

"No fair! You kicked him harder than I did. I want to do another kick!" added Anne.

"Go ahead mom...the clock is ticking on those balls! Hahaha!" snickered Jane.

John was trying to get to his knees and fell back down, causing more laughter from his mom and sister. He made a second attempt and finally got to his knees.

"Oh fuck that hurt," he said while gently cupping his nuts. "Glad you two got a laugh out of it. I can't believe you did that though."

"Mom wants another kick!"

"I don't think another kick is in the cards for me," said John with a groan.

"Oh come on ya big baby," said his mom. "Today's my last chance to kick your balls for all the grief you gave me growing up. They're coming off tomorrow so we might as well have some fun with them today."

"Yeah let's kick his balls!" said Jane while doing a high kick in the air. "C'mon bro!Who knows...you might not even need that surgery tomorrow if we take care of things today!"

Anne and Jane laughed.

"And even if we DID manage to do some kind of damage, they're coming off tomorrow anyway. Come on...be a sport about it," said Anne.

John just groaned again and looked at his mother and sister. They were both so beautiful. And wasn't he doing this all for them anyway? It seemed like they were enjoying this and it was probably keeping their minds off their own impending surgeries. But damn did it hurt.

"Okay," he said. "But just a few more. You guys have no idea how much it hurts."

Anne and Jane both rolled their eyes. Oh come on, they thought, how bad could it be?

Anne got up from the sofa and walked to stand in front of her son, who was still on his knees. She yelled out "PHOOM!" and kicked him in the balls again, much harder than she had the first time.

John doubled over. "Oh god...I can't believe you did that," he cried. It was an odd thing to say given he had just given them permission to kick him. "Fuck...my balls...my balls..."

"That felt even better than the first one," claimed Anne.

"Okay my turn!" said Jane as she took her place in front of her brother and did a little dance in front of him. John straightened up and thought about telling them he had enough but his sister didn't give him a chance. "This is for always calling me shrimp when we were growing up." And BOOM she kicked his balls again.

"This is for every time I told you to clean your room more than once," said Anne with a smile and then BOOM right in the nuts!

John fell over onto his side, laying there limply, and whimpering softly. Anne and Jane were having too much fun and slipped on their sneakers.

Anne got behind her son and placed her finger on his hip, looking very much like Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown. "Kick a fieldgoal for me!"

Jane nodded and took a running start and punted her brother in the balls with the toe of her sneaker. Him laying prone on his side gave them a perfect shot. They noted that John was being a dear and was holding still for them so they could get some more kicks in.

Anne came round to the front of him again and said "This is for every A- you ever got in school."

BOOM!!!

Jane took another turn. "And this is for taking my doll when I was five and holding her over your head so I couldn't get her back!"

BOOM!!!

Anne and Jane just couldn't stop laughing and were having a good time. John had stopped laughing but was making funny faces and little funny noises. They were glad to see he was playing along and seemed to have forgotten all about his surgery tomorrow.

They kicked him in his balls off and on for probably the next two hours, yelling out every minor infraction he had been guilty of (in their minds anyway) while growing up. They finally tired themselves out and told John he could stop playing and they went off to bed.

"Don't forget to set your alarm so we get to your castration appointment on time tomorrow," said his mom on the way out of the living room.

*****

The next morning John woke up and cringed, still feeling the pain in his nuts. His plan had been to jerk off as many times as possible last night as he knew it would be his last chance to orgasm, but after getting his nuts kicked all evening he could barely get to his bed, let alone think about draining his swollen balls.

He thought he might try just one last jerk this morning, but his sister Jane rushed into the room and dragged him out of bed. "Hurry up or we'll be late for your castration!"

"Hurry up John!" called his mother, "I want to get back as soon as possible so I don't miss my shows!"

John gingerly made his way out to the car and got in the back seat.

"And here we go!" said his mom as she pulled the car into the street and started driving. You didn't forget anything, did you John?"

"Yeah, like your balls? Hahaha!" laughed Jane.

"I saw you were walking a bit lopsided out to the car. We didn't rearrange anything last night did we? Hahaha!" asked his mom.

His mom and sister seemed to be enjoying themselves too much. Shouldn't this be a more somber drive for them? He was about to get his balls cut off today...perfectly healthy balls, to support them in their decision to have their double mastectomy. He wouldn't make fun of that, but they seemed to have no problem joking about him losing his balls. And what the fuck...they just kicked him in the nuts over and over last night. His own mom and sister! As much as he wanted this day to be over, he also wanted to hang onto his balls as long as possible. He'd be saying goodbye to two old friends today.

*****

John was on the gurney in the operating room, naked except for a towel covering his privates. His mother and sister had requested to be in the room for the surgery. They wanted to watch, they said, and be there in case John needed some backbone to keep from backing out at the last minute.

After his balls had been shaved by an intern, a nurse came in and introduced herself to everyone. "Well let's get started," she said happily.

"Wh-what about the doctor?" asked John.

"Oh this is a simple procedure. It's so simple in fact even your mother or sister could do it. Hahaha!" laughed the nurse.

John looked to his mother and sister, standing on either side of the nurse for a close-up view and both were grinning from ear to ear. Couldn't they at least stop smiling? Why did they have to look so happy?

"And shouldn't I be knocked out or something?"

The nurse looked genuinely amused. "For a simple castration? We just give you a local. Well TWO locals. Hahaha!"

The nurse removed the towel and grabbed John's balls. Even though she wasn't rough all the ball kicks he had taken the day before had given him some bruising. She sank the first needle deep into his left ball and pushed the plunger. John gave a yelp. His mother and sister drew in closer, fascinated by the needle inserted into his ball.

"Does that hurt?" asked Jane as the nurse removed the needle with a slight twist of her wrist, causing John to wince.

"Heck yes it hurts!" announced John.

The nurse smiled...she had heard it before. "Men are so brave, aren't they?" she said dryly as she stabbed the other needle into his other ball. "So we'll give it a few minutes to make sure his testicles are numb and then we can cut them off. Easy peasy."

John was still scared, but he was doing this for his mother and sister. He was glad they were here, he supposed, even though it was embarrassing and humiliating for him to have them see his genitals, AND to have them witness his castration.

Almost as if she could read his mind his sister said, "Well with as small as your dick is I don't think you're going to miss your balls too much. We're probably doing you a favor. Hahaha! You always called me shrimp growing up. I'll be calling you shrimpdick from now on. Hahaha!"

Anne laughed at that. Even the nurse let out a chuckle.

The nurse took her scalpel and made an incision at the base of John's scrotum. Oh god this is for real, he thought. This is really happening. Thank goodness my mom and sister are here for me.

After making the incision Anne and Jane could see two little white glistening orbs peeking out shyly from his pouch.

"Come on out and play. Don't be shy," teased his mother.

"Yeah...we want to play ball. Hahaha!" added his sister.

The nurse grabbed ahold of the neck of John's scrotum, encircling it with her thumb and forefinger. She quickly yanked down on his sack and the two little testicles leapt free like olympic high divers, landing on the gurney with a wet splat. Both Anne and Jane were surprised how far his spermatic cords stretched as John's balls were laying about a foot away from his body.

"Gross," said his sister. "They look like little brains."

"Well men think with their balls, right?" laughed his mother.

The nurse tied off the cords and picked up the scissors and moved in for the kill. Anne and Jane crowded in closer to make sure they didn't miss a single snip. No turning back now, they thought.

Jane interrupted the nurse before she could make her first cut. "Do you think we could do the, ya know, the snip?"

"Oohhh...that does sound like something I'd like to do." added Anne. "After all this is like a once in a lifetime chance."

John wasn't so sure about that. While he was glad about them being here for moral support, he wasn't sure about having them be the ones to actually castrate him.

"I don't know mom...it's already embarrassing having you guys here for this. It would just be so humiliating to have you and Jane be the ones to actually cut my balls off."

"Don't be silly John. We've made it this far. What difference does it make if the nurse nuts you or if it's your sister and I? I thought we were doing this as a family?" his mother reminded him.

John sighed in resignation. "Fine. Just finish it please." He looked defeated and sad.

The nurse handed Jane the scissors first and showed her where to cut.

Jane picked up his right ball and opened the jaws of the scissors and placed his cord in between the open blades. She looked into John's eyes. John looked back and saw what appeared to be a newfound confidence in his sister. She stood upright, with a little wicked smirk on her face and a look that said 'I'm in control".

"This is such a girl-power moment," she said, and then she snipped his ball off. She stood there, cradling his ball in her hand. John's eyes grew wide when the scissors snapped shut and he thought he was going to puke. He might have if it wasn't for the anti-nausea medication they had given him.

The nurse held out a little tray to Jane. Jane dangled the nut from the remaining spermatic cord and let it drop the 12 inches or so from her hand to the tray. It landed with a dull "thump". She noticed that John's eyes followed his ball down into the tray.

"Wow that was such a rush!" she said. "It was over so fast, but holy shit that was intense! Mom you HAVE to try this!"

She passed the scissors to her mother.

Anne picked up her son's last ball. "Oh, it's kind of slippery!" she said, surprised at how slick the ball was.

"Maybe it's trying to get away. Hahaha!" laughed Jane.

"Just grip it firmly," added the nurse with a smile, glad to see the women enjoying themselves.

Anne enclosed the ball in her fist and squeezed, causing John to jump. Even thru the local anesthetic John could feel his mother's hand crushing his ball. She got the cord in between the scissor blades and looked at her son.

"Any last words, John?" she asked.

John looked between his mother and sister. "I just wanted to say..."

SNIP!

His mother severed his last ball.

Jane laughed. "Mom you cut him off!"

"Well I cut IT off! Hahaha!" she replied, happy with her last little prank on John's balls.

She also dangled the ball and dropped it into the pan. John was a bit in shock. That was it. His balls were gone.

"You're not a man anymore," said his sister with a snicker.

"The grapes can't ripen once you pluck them from the vine," replied his mom. She almost sounded proud. "What happens to the balls now?" she asked.

"This!" said the nurse. She walked over to a little transparent jar, opened the lid, dropped the testicles into it and sealed it up. She then made a bit of a show of pushing a little button on the machine, and they all watched...John in horror and Anne and Jane is utter fascination...as the machine spun to life and his balls were turned into puree by the blades in the machine and the remains were sucked thru a hose into what was apparently a garbage chute.

"Wow it's a ball blender! Did you see that, John? She just turned your balls into a smoothie!" said Jane, totally oblivious to the fact that her brother might not find it as interesting, considering those were his balls that had just been juiced.

Even the nausea medication didn't help this time, as John turned his head to the side and puked all over the operating room floor. The ladies laughed.

*****

The following week John got up out of bed, got dressed and rushed downstairs with a smile on his face. Today was the day his mom and sister were getting their surgeries! He had been looking forward to this ever since they cut his balls off. This would make things 'fair' in his eyes.

When he got downstairs though they were just laying around and not remotely ready to go to the hospital.

"Hey...aren't we going to be late for your surgeries?" he asked kind of worried.

"Oh, was that supposed to be today?" his mom said with a nervous chuckle. His sister also giggled.

"Um yeah! We've got to be there in an hour!" said John.

"Honey, calm down and sit down. I need to talk to you." replied his mom.

They all sat around the kitchen table. "Your sister and I have decided not to go thru with the surgery."

That hit him like a ton of bricks. He immediately felt betrayed, but he couldn't find enough testosterone left in his body to come up with an angry response.

"The closer we got to the date, the less certain we became...and well, we just couldn't go thru with it. We just wouldn't feel like women anymore without our breasts," explained his mother.

"Wh-when did you decide this?" he stammered.

"Well we started having serious doubts about it 3 days before we cut your balls off," she stated matter-of-factly.

"How serious?" he asked, becoming more and more crestfallen.

"We were maybe 90% certain we were backing out at that time." she answered with a sheepish grin.

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Ninety percent? But you guys kicked my balls...for hours. You kicked my balls. You put your sneakers on, and just toe kicked me in the balls for hours. With the toe. Mom, you both kicked me with the toe."

There was so much sadness in his voice, that his mother and sister couldn't help but laugh.

"That was hardly the worst thing to happen to you that week," said his mom.

"But why did you cut my balls off the next day if you knew you weren't going to do your surgeries?"

"There was still a 10% chance we were going to go thru with it. We were hoping your bravery would give us the nudge to see it through. But then we got home and started talking, then we started shopping online and saw these really great two-piece bikinis, and we just couldn't go through with it. We're sorry you're not a man anymore, right Jane?"

"Yeah...sucks for you bro...er, shrimpdick. Hahaha!"

"But you cut my balls off. Jane said it was girl power and then she cut my ball off. And then you squeezed my other ball really hard and then cut it off, and then you both laughed when the nurse threw them into the blender. You laughed. You guys laughed thru the whole thing. you laughed when you kicked my balls. You laughed when she stuck the needles in my balls. You laughed when she popped my balls out of the sack..."

"And we both laughed as we each took a turn cutting off a ball," finished his mother sarcastically. "Yes we laughed. What can I say? It was funny."

"But you don't understand. They were my balls. I can't have sex anymore. I can't get hard anymore..."

"Shrimpdick..."snickered his sister. His mother stifled a laugh.

"...I'll never have babies."

"Awe..." his mother gave him pouty sad lips.

"Ever since you both cut my balls off, I don't feel like a man anymore. I feel like a weakling." He couldn't make eye contact as he said it.

"Well you're NOT a man anymore honey," Anne said. "Real men have balls, and we took yours away. I thought you understood that when you agreed to have them cut off. I know this is a bit of a surprise, but you have to admit it's actually pretty funny."

Jane found it all amusing. Anne clapped her hands together and stood up, ending the conversation. "Well enough of this sad talk. They were just two little balls, after all. If it makes you feel better me and your sister ARE getting boob surgery..."

John looked up hopefully.

"We're getting breast implants!" finished Anne. John looked back down again, weak and emasculated.

"They're going to be huge bro!" added Jane. "Guys are gonna smash this pussy 24/7!"

"Jane!" laughed her mother with a snort. "Okay, they are probably going to want to smash my pussy too with my new boobs."

They both laughed so hard they barely heard John say, "But it's not fair...its not fair....."

*****

Six months later the women had their beautiful new tits and walked around the house proudly. Ever since the day they had cut John's balls off, and arguably since the day they spent hours toe-kicking him in the balls...his mom and sister appeared to have more confidence, and their new giant boobs just enhanced that.

John on the other hand had become submissive, rarely made eye contact with his mother or sister, his posture had stooped, and he just seemed...well, emasculated. His mother and sister found that they rather enjoyed the new John. They found it amusing to think back to how he so eagerly sacrificed his balls for them. They would often laugh in private about the look on his face when they kicked him, or how powerful it made them feel to cut off his balls. They sometimes discussed how they wish he still had maybe just one ball so they could kick it from time to time. John could sometimes hear them discussing these things and he too wish he still had at least one ball.

The Making of a Steer

The Making of a Steer

By Caligula

Amy and her two kids, Samson (19 and usually called Sam) and Delilah (18), lived on a farm in rural Kentucky. They mainly raised livestock...cows, pigs, goats, chickens and the like. Amy loved her two kids, but they weren't the smartest kids in the county. They couldn't afford farmhands so the small family had to work the animals on their own. Both kids were very hard working, but Sam always found a way to be sick and in bed when it came time to help castrate the male farm animals. So only Delilah had been trained to nut the bulls and such, and Amy and Delilah worked extra hard on those days to make up for Sam's lack of willingness to help. But Amy had to admit it was satisfying work...castrating. And Delilah seemed to find the work fulfilling as well. But this year they had more male animals and more castrations to perform than really she and her could do alone, so she was going to need to get Sam to get over his irrational fear of castration so he could pitch in. They were just balls...what was his big deal?

Sam had already eaten his big breakfast and gone off to make his rounds on the farm. Amy was washing the dishes when Delilah finally showed up for her meal, late as usual.

"Delilah," said Amy, "We have a huge number of males this year to geld and we'll need all hands on deck."

"Cool. You know how much I love helping to nut the males. It aways feels so therapeutic. Like I can be having the worst day, and as soon as I start ripping off balls everything turns sunny for me," replied Amy with a contented sigh.

"I know dear. It's good work for taking your mind off your troubles. But the weak link is your brother."

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Ugh he's ALWAYS sick on castration days!"

Amy smiled knowingly. "Yes, your brother has a curious habit of not being around when we're castrating the guys. I don't really know what his deal is.”

"Totally!" Delilah said. "Like what's the big deal? They're just balls! The animals don't seem to mind...and the bulls always seem to work harder once we turn them into steers. A steer pulls a plow much faster than a bull, they stop being aggressive, they live longer. Ugh...bulls are so lazy. It's so much better for them to be nutted."

"I agree," said Amy. "And no one is lazier than your brother on castration day. We need to cure his laziness so I need you to take him out to the barn today and do a castration for him. And he needs to WATCH. He has to learn so he can help going forward." Once Delilah demonstrates a castration on a bull for Sam, he'll see how simple it is and lose his hesitation to help, thought Amy.

Delilah paused at that. Did her mom really want her to castrate her brother? "Oh wow. Are you sure? I mean I'll do it...it's no biggee for me. But I don't think Sam will like it. And you know how the bulls react sometimes...once in a while we get a fighter."

"And what do we do to those bulls? We kick'em in the balls and they calm right down." With that Amy kicked her foot out at what would be ball level. "And Sam will be fine once you do the castration and he sees it's no big deal."

Delilah shrugged. "You got it mom. I'll take care of it right after breakfast."

Amy loved her kids...dumb, but sweet she thought.

*****

Delilah found Sam was already in the barn. She walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, startling him.

"Oh shit Delilah! You scared me!" he shouted.

Delilah giggled. "Sorry about that. Hey mom is pretty pissed at you and sent me out here to "fix" you...errr, fix the issue."

"What issue? What's she pissed about?" asked Sam.

"Well she said you're too lazy, like the bulls, and that I need to do a castration on you." She just stated it like it was nothing.

Sam looked at his younger sister standing there...cowboy hat, red plaid shirt tied off in the front showing her midsection, daisy dukes, and her favorite pair of cowgirl boots. "What? Yeah right..." he said with a nervous chuckle.

"Sam...she's totally serious. So I have to do this. I have to nut you."

"But she can't. I mean, you can't. You can't take my balls. Please sis, please don't cut my balls off!" begged Sam.

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Sam, mom said if you get aggressive or fight me in any way I should kick you in the balls to settle you down." Sam looked down to her feet as Delilah tapped the toe of her boot on the ground to emphasize her point. "You don't really want me to kick you in the balls, do you Sam? I wore these boots because of how hard they are, so trust me, if I kick your balls you're going to calm down in a big way."

Sam gulped. "But Delilah…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as his sister sighed, angled her hip and sent the toe of her boot into his gonads. Sam fell to his knees, coughing and sputtering as the pain traveled from his balls to his brain. He whimpered like a puppy and looked up at his sister with tears in his eyes.

Delilah watched him with curiosity in her eyes. "Besides, we don't cut the balls off, we rip them off. It's better that way because we don't have to waste time sharpening blades. And really, the bulls don't mind. You wouldn't know it because you're always sick on castration day, but trust me that most of them don't mind."

Sam lowered his head in defeat. "Okay. I guess what can I do? Mom wants you to castrate me so do I have time to jerk off one more time? I haven't jerked off in like two weeks and I really really need to. I mean I want to, really badly."

"Sam...no. If you haven't jerked off in two weeks that's your own fault, and I have other 'things' to do," she replied coolly.

"Please? I won't be able to jerk anymore after you nut me. Please sis? Please? It will only take like 5 minutes, I swear."

There was such sadness in Sam's voice but Delilah didn't have time for him to wank, not even 5 minutes...she needed to get on with her day in a really bad way. "Sam..." She raised her eyebrows and looked down to her boots, to Sam's groin, and back to his eyes. Sam saw her look down and followed her gaze down to her boots, where she was tapping her toe again.

Sam finally gave up. "What do I do?" he asked in resignation.

Delilah smiled. "Sit on the bench over here and pull your pants and underwear down around your ankles and I'll do the rest. Oh, and mom said to make sure you WATCH."

Sam shuffled sadly over to the bench and did as he was instructed. It was weird being naked from the waist down in front of his sister, especially as she knelt in front of him in those daisy duke shorts with her cleavage bulging from the top of her shirt. She was the stereotypical "farmer's daughter" that people fantasized about, and oh how he wished she had let him jerk off one last time. To have that one final memory of the pleasure his balls brought him. But she had refused, and worse than that she would have kicked him in the balls with those hard cowgirl boots.

Delilah rested her elbows on her brother's thighs and looked up into his eyes. "This will be real quick so don't worry."

"Okay sis. Are you sure I can't close my eyes?"

"No...you have to watch mom said. She said you have to watch your castration so you can learn."

Delilah grabbed her brother sack and hefted it in her hands, weighing the contents. "So I push the balls to the bottom of the sack like this and squeeze tight just below your nuts. See how they're all tight in the sack now?"

Sam found the squeezing uncomfortable, but not too bad, at least not yet. "Yeah sis."

She tugged the balls away from his body causing him to grunt and pulled them upwards, further tightening the ballsack skin. It looked like she was holding a microphone, or an ice cream cone...with two scoops of ice cream sitting atop the cone. The lump protruding from the top of her hand was all shiny and she was ready to perform the next move.

She dug her thumb into one of the balls. A groan escaped Sam's lips. "So I always push my thumb into one of the balls. This helps keep the male from fighting me for what I'm about to do next. And then I just pull up on your ballsack like this..."she started to pull really hard on his sack while keeping that thumb pressure on his nut. Her thumb kept her brother from fighting back, just as she had explained, and his sack was stretched comically far away from his body. It looked like she had managed to yank his sack a foot from his groin. "...and apply more and more pressure and then GOOSH!"

As she yelled GHOOSH the skin on one side of his ballsack burst open and one of his testicles shot out of the torn skin like a roman candle, stopping short once the spermatic cord limit was reached. Sam shrieked, causing Delilah to recoil slightly in surprise.

"Calm down. That isn't even the bad part yet," she said.

She released his sack and looked at the bare ball as it dangled on the cord a foot from his body. She picked it up in her hand and looked up at her brother. "Okay Sam, now watch this. Watch closely. I'm going to rip your ball off, okay? You watching?" There was no malice in her voice...she was just doing a demonstration. Like she was teaching him how to tie his shoes.

Sam just nodded, fighting the pain. Delilah then jerked the ball really quick and hard and SNAP, the ball came free as the cord attaching it to his body gave way. Like removing cherry stems, her mother had told her. There was still a little bit of the cord attached to Sam's ball and she held it by the cord and dangled it in front of his face.

"Here's your ball Sam. It's a pretty good size, don't you think?" she said with an encouraging smile.

Sam just stared, mouth open in shock and surprise at what his sister had just done. He slowly focused on the ball she was dangling around. She was shaking it around by the cord, like it was a toy.

"You know what this reminds me off?" she continued, "Like how mom named us Samson and Delilah, after that old bible story. Samson let Delilah cut something off him. What was it? His hair? His balls? I think it was his balls. And then Samson wasn't a man anymore, or strong, or something like that. Isn't that funny? Like here I am doing the same thing to you."

Sam didn't think it was funny and didn't remember the story very well either, but he was pretty sure the Samson in the story kept his balls.

Delilah placed the detached ball in the palm of her hand. "You said you hadn't cum in like two weeks. I wonder if it's all backed up in your ball?" She squeezed the ball in her hand and she and Sam watched as gob after gob of precious jizz oozed out of the little bit of cord still attached to the ball, coating Delilah's hand and the ball. "Wow! That's a lot of jizz bro! No wonder you needed to jack off!"

A tear streamed down Sam's cheek as he watched his sister juice his ball. All that cum he was saving up for two weeks in order to have a huge orgasm when he finally did jerk off was now dribbling out from between his sister's fingers. Delilah looked to her right and saw the "ball bucket" where her and her mother put all the balls after they removed them from the bulls. She casually tossed her brother's nut into the bucket.

"One down and one to go. See, I told you it wasn't that bad," she said clapping her hands together.

Sam only whimpered, too weak to do anything to stop his sister.

Delilah picked up his sack again and reached two of her fingers into the hole she had created, fishing around inside for his last ball.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Sam managed to squeak out weakly.

"Gotta find that other ball. After I rip the first one off the other always tries to hide itself. Your nut cord is trying to protect this last ball by pulling it back up into your body. But don't worry I'm really good at this and...there it is!"

Delilah slowly pulled her fingers out of the hole, dragging her brother's nut with them. "Now make sure you watch as I rip off your last ball. Mom said you had to watch."

Sam did his best to watch, but he felt like he might puke. "I wished I could have cum just one more time," he whispered to his sister. "I saved it up for two weeks so it would be a really good one, and I could have finished in just 5 minutes. Just 5 minutes was all I needed."

Delilah noticed the tear on her brother's cheek and gave him a pouty look, "I know...and I'm sure it sucks that you don't get that last orgasm. That would have felt so good after holding it in for two weeks. I totally get it. Why do you think I'm short on time right now? I need to rub one out like as soon as possible today. I've just been horny all morning. I swear if my fingers don't start rubbing my pussy soon I'm going to go crazy. I might've let you even watch me, to make it up to you for not letting you cum before I rip off this last ball, but you aren't going to have any interest in sex stuff anymore so it would just be wasted on you."

Sam felt even more sick knowing that the only reason his sister didn't give him even 5 minutes to jerk off was because she herself wanted to jerk off as soon as possible. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. He thought he would plead one more time.

"Please Delilah...you're my sister. Please let me jerk off now...I think I still can cum with just the one ball and it won't take long I promise. Please. You only have to hold off on playing with yourself for a few minutes."

She seemed to consider it for a moment. "No...I just don't really want to wait. I need to get off REALLY badly, and it's bad enough that I had to put it off in order to castrate you. And don't worry, we're almost done. Once I yank your last ball off you won't care about orgasms anymore, I promise."

Sam just nodded, looking down at the ball in his sister's grip.

"And here we go!" Delilah tugged on his ball, neatly detaching it from his body like she did with the other. "Let's see if there was anything inside this one." Once again Delilah squeezed her brother's ball, and once again a huge amount of lumpy cum coated her hand and his severed ball as Sam's nut butter spurted out of what was left of the spermatic cord. "I guess you really did have one more big nut in that nut. That sucks bro."

She tossed his last ball into the ball bucket so it could join its twin. The balls would eventually be fed to the pigs, although sometimes Delilah and her mom would fry up some rocky mountain oysters...Sam always claimed to have a stomach ache and refused to eat when his mother served up a plateful of balls. Sam watched as she absentmindedly wiped off his cum from her hand onto her daisy duke shorts. To Sam it was liquid gold, but to his sister it was just some worthless goop. Sam turned his head to the side and puked.

She neatly stitched up the hole in her brother's sack so he wouldn't get an infection and stood up. "Well, all done! You're castrated just like mom wanted! I hope you learned from this. Mom said that losing your balls would make you less lazy so you'd be able to help us out when nutting day comes, and watching your own balls being removed would teach you how to do it. I wasn't sure about it, but I guess it makes sense. Well anyway, I'm going to go behind one of the stalls in the back there and finger myself. I guess when you're ready you can pull your pants back up...mom wants the hay in the stalls changed so I guess you can do that."

With that Delilah wandered off in to the back of the barn to have a mind blowing orgasm, leaving Sam there with an empty sack whimpering softly to himself. A short while later their mother walked into the barn looking for her kids. She saw Sam sitting on a bench with his pants around his ankles, looking mostly out of it. Was he jerking off in here instead of doing his chores, she wondered? She walked over to stand in front of him and looked down at his groin. She sucked in her breath sharply when she saw the stitches on his ballsack, and she reached down and gripped his bag in her hands. She felt around looking for balls...nothing. Oh my...

She looked around and saw the ball bucket and peered inside. It was full of big giant balls, and then sitting on top of the big balls were two smaller, man-sized balls. She plucked them out of the bucket and held them in her palm and showed them to Sam.

"Sam, are these your balls?" she asked in a tone similar to when she found his dirty socks on the floor.

Sam focused on the glistening objects resting in his mother's palm, and slowly nodded his head up and down. "Yes," he said quietly in a high-pitched voice.

"Your sister, I swear." Amy rolled her eyes. "Nothing to do with these now I guess." Sam watched as his mother tossed his balls back into the bucket like they were garbage. She saw him watching and said, "Nothing goes to waste on the farm, son...nothing."

Delilah heard her mother just shortly after having her third orgasm and came out of the back of the barn. "So how did I do? Sam's castrated all neat and tidy, and I made sure he watched just like you said."

Amy sighed. "Delilah, I wanted you to SHOW him a castration...on one of the bulls, and make him watch so he could learn how to do it so he could help us on nutting day."

Delilah chuckled. "Oh wow! I misunderstood and thought you wanted me to castrate Sam."

Amy chuckled as well. "What will I ever do with you young lady?"

Delilah shrugged. "Oops?"

"Good thing they were just his balls," said their mother. "He'll bounce back quickly."

"And he'll work harder," added Delilah.

"That's true. It's fine...like I said, they're only his balls." replied Amy. "Did you have to kick him?"

“Just once. His balls were full of cum though! I guess he hadn't jerked off in like two weeks."

Amy gave her son a sad look. "Poor guy. I suppose that sucks." But she snapped out of quickly and clapped her hands together. "Well let's not make a big deal out of it. Delilah, I don't think Sam is going to be much in the mood for eating tonight so you and I can have some rocky mountain oysters for dinner."

"Yay!" Delilah jumped in delight.

"Go help your brother to his room and I'll grab some balls out of the bucket," said Amy.

"C'mon Sam..." Delilah helped Sam put his pants back on and helped him out of the barn.

Amy watched her kids as the walked back to the house...well Delilah walked and Sam was sort of hunched over and limping. How melodramatic, she thought to herself.

Amy walked over to the ball bucket and randomly picked up several balls and tossed them into a little basket to take back to the house for dinner. She paid no mind as to which balls she selected, but had she looked into the basket she would have seen two balls smaller than the rest...two balls about the size you'd expect from a teenager...

Nothing goes to waste on the farm.

Truth, dare or ball-ache

Truth, dare or ball-ache

By Havldavl

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

After sleeping in on this Saturday morning, I went downstairs in nothing more but my boxers to grab something to eat. Nearly a year after I had moved out from home for college, it was nice to be back for a couple of weeks and not have to take care of groceries and cooking all the time by myself. My parents had left for vacation and I was at home with my one year older step-sister Tiffany. 

When I opened the fridge, I was welcomed by the sweet scent of fresh chocolate brownies. Amazed, I opened a large plastic container and found enough brownies to get me through a very delicious and unhealthy weekend. I didn't think twice before getting a plate and squatting in front of the fridge to stack brownies on it. Sleeping for nearly 11 hours had made me hungry like a bear after hibernation.

Just when I had closed the box and began pushing myself back up, a bare foot snapped up between my widely opened legs from out of nowhere. Unable to react, I watched it smash into my groin with an obscene clapping sound of low and freely hanging testicles being kicked. With a stupid, surprised grunt, I instantly fell down and almost dove into the untouched veggie compartment head-first, while the plate shattered on the tiles. 

Quickly following the emasculating rush of intense testicular pain, the memories of the countless times that my bitch of a step-sister had defeated me this way, made me blush. After being away from home for nearly a year, all the humiliating experiences had slowly faded from my submitted mind. The moment, my tender balls screamed their disapproval with my step-sister's rough touch into my abdomen, all the suppressed emotions returned. 

"LOL, I missed this." I heard her mocking me, giggling. "Hands off my brownies, I made them for my friends." The comment made me wonder, if I was actually the only guy in the world who was regularly honored with mean surprise kicks into his weak spot by Tiffany. The casualness of her busts spoke a very different language.

From my knees, I fell onto the side and rolled into fetal position, cupping my balls with both hands while porcelain splinters dug into my rips. I nearly didn't feel them, given the relentless waves of unfair male agony that kept me pinned down. When I glanced up, I found Tiffany bending down over me with stretched legs, carefully collecting the unharmed brownies from the floor. 

She was wearing nothing more than panties and a top that was so tight and short that she may have bought it when she was 12. It visibly struggled to contain her large boobs, especially while she bent right over me. Her nice, tight butt pointed up, supported by bare, narrow and seemingly endless legs. Although it was a beautiful sight, her graceful, female body was also awfully taunting, while my muscular male body had been rendered useless with a single, swift kick.

With a brownie in between her teeth and another few in her hands, Tiffany sat on the edge of the kitchen table and smirked down on me. 

"You're such a baby. Either I got stronger a lot, or your little balls have become even weaker." I felt the heat increasing in my face and ears again, while my step-sister stood over me and continued mocking me after busting my balls. Fighting down the ache, I forced myself back onto my knees, facing my sis, and ordered my thoughts. She had mentioned her friends...

"Your friends are coming? Who? And when?" 

"Sally, Amy and Lizz. Tonight." she casually responded while chewing on a bite of brownie.

Amy... hearing her name instantly had me hooked. The girl had been a newcomer at school when I was in a long-term relationship with Tina. While I had been happy with my girlfriend, it had been the little, exotic hottie Amy who had occupied the majority my fantasies for years. Now, as I had been single for some time, meeting my secret high school crush seemed very appealing.

"What are you girls doing?" I tried my best not to sound as weepy as I had been previously while straightening my back in confidence.

"I don't know... Talk, play some games, get drunk..." Her eyes rested on mine, calmly, but with a dangerous glance. She had sensed my curiosity and was ready to turn it against me.

"Do you mind, if... if I join you?" Instantly, her mouth parted in a wide, suggestive smirk.

"Which one is it? Amy?" Tiffany laughed, very aware of my intentions. Despite her frequent cruelties exclusively targeting my sexual organs, we were actually quite close. I nodded.

"Humm... I could try to set you up. But this is gonna cost you."

"What?", I instantly blurted out, excited. I was ready to accept anything. Her mean grin made me wonder, if I had been to optimistic.

"I don't wanna hear you complain today, whenever you get your balls kicked. If I'm up for it, you will take it, and you will take it like a man."

"No way." I was clearly not ready to trade my balls for the girl of my dreams. What good would she be to me if I got my balls broken by my step-sister in the process?

"Too bad." She jumped to her feet and walked away.

"Wait... I... isn't there anything else?" Still on my knees, I became aware of how needy I sounded.

"Dude, what is your problem?" she sounded rather annoyed, but I was sure that it was an act. "It's not like I'm gonna kick you any less if you don't take the deal. I just don't wanna listen to your whining all the time." 

I tried to respond, but I was speechless. Her admission was so direct and mean - she had planned to make the best of the little time that we spent together by busting my balls a lot, and didn't even bother to tell me. When I failed to speak with my mouth open, Tiffany continued pitching her idea of the day.

"Look, you didn't even listen to my end of the deal. You can not only join us, but I will make sure that you will see Amy naked and that she will kiss you. Trust me! Anything else is up to you." Hearing her speak out the words "Amy" and "naked" in conjunction made my heart race and my imagination run wild. I had often urged my mind to paint images of the cute, petite Latina girl with long, dark curly hair and the most amazing curves that I had ever seen on a woman, without any restricting clothes. Even if it wasn't going to lead to anything, having this actual image in my memory was an amazing prospect. 

"Okay, deal!" I blurted out. As the pain in my balls had decreased to a dull ache, I finally managed to push myself up to my feet and hold out my hand to shake on it. Embarrassed, I realized that the fantasy of a nude Amy had made my cock hard in an instant. Ill-constrained by my loose boxers, Tiffany saw it right away.

"Eww, disgusting!" she simply said while grabbing my hand and yanking on it with surprising strength. Stepping forward to keep my balance, I watched my step-sister rapidly get in between my legs to launch a cruel knee thrust into my already aching nuts. Even though I saw it coming, there was nothing I could do.

Her long, sexy, bare leg perfectly caught both of my testicles and lifted my heels off the floor for a moment. While the previous kick had been painful, the knee thrust was absolutely devastating. Falling forward like a tree, my face plunged right into her large tits, before I sunk down and made another two involuntary contacts with her lower belly and the thigh that had just flattened my balls.

"Ooouuughhh... FUU...", I began to scream when my knees landed on the kitchen tiles.

"Nah... ah... ah...", Tiffany interrupted me while waving her index finger in front of my face. "No complaining!"

...

After a few drinks, the constant, dull ache in my groin finally started to fade into the background. Seven times, Tiffany had surprised me with a kick or punch in my balls today, until her friends finally arrived. Every time, I had clenched my teeth and "taken it like a man", whatever that meant in this context. 

Now I had my dream girl Amy right across from me, even more beautiful as I had imagined her after nearly two years. Tiffany had decided to declare our little party a pajama party. While it had sounded like an amazing idea at first, the four hotties in such revealing clothes in combination with only two loose layers of cotton to restrict my cock, came with the constant risk of some serious embarrassment.

Amy was obviously wearing no bra, only a white gown that barely reached to her red panties and left her beautiful legs fully exposed. Lizz and Sally had picked the same combination, while my step-sister had gone for a belly-free top and cut-off pants. The display of bare legs, unsupported tits and tight butts was amazing.

"Dare!" I heard Amy say and snapped out of my dreams. It was my chance to get the girl to do whatever I wanted. I had already came up with at least a dozen things that I would love her to do.

"Take a quick shower with all your clothes and come back." I said, grinning. I had figured that this was not too invasive as a demand, but would still be very rewarding, given her white gown. After disappearing for a few minutes, Amy came back dripping wet, a bit hesitant to leave puddles all over the floor.

As expected, the gown had massively gained in transparency, giving me a much better idea of the sensual miracles that awaited me under the cotton. Also, her wet hair made her even more pretty, somehow. Not disappointed at the least, I shifted my position a bit to keep my growing dick hidden in between my thighs. Amy sat back down on the floor in front of me, teasingly lifted her chest a bit and smiled at me warmly. 

"Happy?" she simply purred. I loved, how sex-open the girls had become after a couple of drinks. Our little game of truth or dare had been full of amazingly naughty demands and questions.

"Next!" Tiffany cheered to my right and spun the empty bottle in our center. It halted at Lizz.

"Truth"

"Okay...", my step-sister pretended to think for a moment, glancing over to me with a dangerous smile. "How many guys have you kicked in the balls in your life?" I felt my stomach twisting as my sister began drawing the drunk girls' attention to my testicles. I stared at her with an angry face.

"Oh... different guys or overall kicks?" Lizz responded with not a hint of restraint or hesitation.

"Guys."

"Let's see... should be six?"

"Woah... you're a bitch." Amy exclaimed, her face a bit shocked.

"Why? What about you?" Lizz addressed Amy.

"Never. Not one. Doesn't it really hurt?" Her dark eyes found mine and I felt my face blush again.

"Ohhhh you are such an angel!" Sally teased Amy, laughing, exposing her as the only girl in the round that was innocent of making naughty use of guys' sensitive testicles. I loved her even more for that innocence. She looked at me again with a sympathetic smile.

"What about you? Ever got your balls kicked by a girl?" It took me a moment to understand that Sally was addressing me.

"Ehh..." I hesitated. All the girls looked at me expectantly. I decided to ruin their fun. "You can ask me if it's your turn and I choose truth." Sally, Lizz and Tiffany booed in unison.

"Okay fine." Sally said and twisted the bottle. It made exactly three and a quarter turns, making it a valid twist, and pointed right at me. I looked up, shocked, and met Sally's triumphant grin.

"Truth or dare?

"Instinctively, I nearly picked dare to not give her the satisfaction. But I noticed in time the threatful way she had emphasized the word. It surely would've been a bad idea right now.

"Truth", I complied.

"Okay, so... Have you ever been ki..."

"Ohh come on, Sally", Tiffany interrupted her with a very telling expression. "We all know the answer to this question, can you please make it a bit more exciting?" Lizz and Sally giggled. I threw another murderous glance at my sister.

"Okay... ehhh... what was your most humiliating experience of getting kicked in the balls?" I swallowed. At least half a dozen incidents with my step-sister came to mind, but one or two instantly stood out. I looked at her. It was clear that she wouldn't allow any embellishment or understatement.

"Okay... ehhh." another blush was inevitable when I tried forging words from the terrible memory. 

"Tiff once started a huge debate in our class about if guys or girls are actually stronger. For weeks or months, she continued rambling about how I was her bitch because I was physically inferior to her. When I felt like it was getting out of hand, I bought a protective cup - knowing exactly what she had in mind - and challenged her for a decisive fight. It was like a... ehh... circle on the high school yard kind of thing. She knew about my cup, of course. I wasn't really prepared to punch her right away, so she somehow got close, yanked down my shorts, grabbed the bottom of the cup, pulled it away and..."

"SNAP!" Tiffany blurted out, laughing, while gesturing how she released the cup to snap back into position. To my surprise, I heard Amy let out a faint giggle, as she moved her hand in front of her mouth. Lizz knew that story, of course. It was the sad beginning of nicknames like "Sister's Sissy". 

"I never told ya how I performed that move so perfectly, right?" Tiffany said, still laughing. I shook my head. "Lizz, tell him." Confused, I looked at the blonde to my left.

"Tiff found your dumb cup even before you grew the balls to challenge her." Lizz explained with an amusement that still felt hurtful. "So we met a couple of times, developed the move and she trained it like two hundred times. I had that thing snap into my crotch a lot, and boy, I don't know why you're crying so much about it." The girls giggled, as Lizz placed a hand on her smooth crotch, her panties well visible as she was sitting cross legged.

The rush of shame and the memories of the moment made me freaking blush again. I remembered being pinned down with all the girls - and some guys - in our and other classes laughing at me. "Humiliation" simply couldn't grasp it. I looked over at the dripping Amy and saw her avert her eyes. There was some kind of naughty glitter in them that I had never seen there before.

We continued, and Amy dared Lizz to let me spank her five times. I couldn't believe my ears. Judging by Amy's warm smile, it was her way of feeling bad for me and re-adjusting the balance of power between them girls and me.

Lizz bent over a chair and I slapped her tight butt five times, not very hard but enough to make it a bit sore and pink. When she turned around, I expected anything but the wide, triumphant grin that she had put on. 

"Guess what? My turn!" she cheered. We sat down and she focused on spinning the bottle. She wouldn't be able to pull off the same trick shot as Sally, would she?, I thought. It span, one, two, three times and stopped pointing right at the opposite side, where Amy sat. I sighted, and realized the danger too late.

"Amy, please don..."

"Dare!" she blurted out too soon.

"I dare you to kick a guy in the balls today. About time that you get to enjoy that, too, my dear." Lizz took a moment to enjoy Amy's reaction, much less shocked and refusing as I had liked.

"Who should I kick?" Amy said, her seemingly innocent eyes resting on me, very much implying the obvious.

"I suggest using the only pair of balls available - if Tiff hasn't broken that one already..." Lizz said, grinning over at my step-sister who silently enjoyed the cascade of events that she had effortlessly kicked off. The dynamic in between the tipsy girls was actually scary. "Also, you have to kick hard. If Tom here doesn't go down, you have to take off one piece of clothes and do it again."

A moment later, I positioned myself in front of Amy who was still dripping wet, the dark nipples still well visible on her large boobs that defied gravity. Her beautifully curved hips and bare, long, graceful legs suddenly looked like a deadly weapon. She looked right into my eyes with a faint, excited smile that she either didn't bother to, or couldn't hide due to the effect of the booze. 

"Are you ready?" Amy asked. I spread my legs and nodded. Despite all the surprise busts from my cruel sister, it was extremely hard to really offer my balls to a girl for a kick. Trembling in anticipation I locked my hands behind the small of my back to not involuntary block her kick. I really didn't want to provoke the three ball-busters that observed our every move. Also, admittedly, I loved the intimacy of that moment between Amy and me. Maybe it was the booze, but opening my legs for a barely dressed girl, I loved, to access my balls for her first kick, somehow felt extremely arousing.

Luckily, Amy launched her attack before my growing boner transformed my pajama shorts into a tent. Her leg swung up swiftly, but she stopped most of the momentum and her foot only bumped into my balls with medium speed and little force.

I felt the familiar moment of defeat, when my balls got caught and flattened in between the girl's bare foot and my pelvic bone, but the pain that followed was by far not as bad as I was used to from my step-sister. I let out a soft moan, cupped my balls with both hands and bent over. My knees trembled for a moment, but I stayed on my feet. Dang, that was easy, I thought. I looked up triumphantly into Amy's shocked, disappointed face.

"Why the fuck would you not fall down?" she hissed at me, half-whispering conspiratorially. Suddenly, I felt stupid. She had only tried to offer me an easy way out. And I had betrayed her. 

"You know the rules, Amy. Take off something and try again. Are you not doing Jiu Jitsu?" Tiffany grinned, obviously amazed by my male stupidity. I could read it in each of the girls' faces. My simple, male mind had stopped working in the prospect of boobs, and my weak, male genitals would get the bill.

I looked back at Amy right as she pulled her gown over her head and her amazing boobs fell out, beautifully bouncing in joy of the release. I stood there, frozen, soaking in every detail of the girl's perfectly curved body that was only covered by her red panties. Wet as she still was, she radiated pure, intensive erotic. 

"Nice! Get his cock out of the way." Sally commented on my rapidly inflating cock, stretching the cotton out far enough that the distinct bulges of my testicles became visible. I was so caught up and overwhelmed in this moment, that I didn't even process the amazing kick that Amy performed.

Distracted by her jiggling boobs as she twitched, I was fully surprised by her foot smashing into my groin at full speed. Whatever my step-sister had ever put me through, my high-school crush topped it. The pain exploded in my balls like a supernova, quickly radiating deep into my stomach and fully incapacitating my body. 

I sunk down and rolled into a tiny ball of defeated man while I heard the cheers and giggles of the drunken girls, very, very far away. After the previous arousal and the intimacy of the moment between Amy and me, her actual kick felt so incredibly cruel. It was insane, how much I was at the mercy of every woman in my perimeter only because I was carrying this sensitive pair in between my legs.

Somewhere far away, I heard Tiffany's voice saying something about a kiss. A moment later, wet, dark, curly hair fell around my head like a curtain just before I felt Amy's soft lips on mine. I remembered the deal and couldn't believe how stupid I had been to get involved in my sister's stupid games.

Just when I thought that the worst of the pain had passed, another wave of pure, concentrated agony emerged from my balls and made me pass out. Finally, my mind escaped this cruel world of female power and domination and the pain they had brought upon me.

...

I woke up in my own room, on the floor in front of the bed. Judging by the throbbing pain in my balls, the kick couldn't have been very long ago. I carefully touched them and was relieved to find them both intact. 

Suddenly, I noticed the presence of another person. I rolled onto my back, expecting Tiffany, but was delighted to find Amy sitting on my bed, still only wearing her red panties.

"Are you okay?" she asked sweetly, but didn't give me any time to answer. "Damn, I never knew I could make a guy pass out with a medium-force kick. These balls must make you feel so helpless and inferior around a woman." I moaned before finding the strength to respond.

"Tell me... I have Tiff as a step-sis..." 

"Heh - I heard that you are not allowed to complain today!" she grinned, while playfully kicking my rips. I looked up past her bare legs at her tits, as she was leaning over me from the bed. From this position, it was easy to imagine her fully nude.

I tried to make sense of why she was here in my room. As if she had read my thoughts, Amy got up, stepped right over me and positioned herself in the center of the room, smiling from excitement and surely some arousal. She grabbed her red panties on both sides and pulled them down an inch or two, teasing me with what she had to offer.

"Now, if you want me to take this off, too, I suggest you take that next kick like a man and stay on your feet!"