My sister kicks my balls too hard!!

My sister kicks my balls too hard!!

By BallbustingFanatic

I was minding my own business, leaving my bedroom as I finished up a gaming session, when suddenly I felt a searing pain shoot through my groin.

It was Sarah, my older sister, and she kicked me… kicked me right in the balls…

She loved doing this, sneaking up behind me and just slamming her foot right into my testicles as hard as she could! I swear with how often she did it to me, it was her favorite thing in the world.

The impact only lasts a second, but as soon as I felt her foot crushing both my balls and flattening them into my torso, I let out a high-pitched scream, clutching my crotch and rolling around on the floor in agony.

"Oooh my God, Sarah! My balls, my fucking balls! Not again, ooooh!" I wailed as that terrible yet all too familiar pain surged throughout my body as she crouched down beside me, her face twisted into a cruel grin.

“Another perfect shot right in the nuts! But I mean, I can't exactly miss those big things when they're just hanging there like that, hehe!” my sister giggled, clearly enjoying the fact that her kick smashed both my testicles…

"Yeah, yeah, real… funny, but fuck! It hurts, Sarah! You have… no idea how much that hurts!" I wheezed between gasps for breath as I groaned and rolled onto my side, clutching my aching nuts even tighter.

"Oh, you poor thing, did I hurt your poor ballsies? Don't you know it's supposed to hurt when you get kicked in the nuts? That's what makes it so much fun!" she mocked, reaching out to pet my hair. I tried to glare at her through watery eyes, but she just laughed again.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault you're such a big baby about it! It's just a kick in the balls now and then. After a while, you'd think you'd get used to having your testicles flattened!"

“W-why do you always kick them like this, though?” I hissed, trying not to sound like I was losing my mind… but sadly failing as waves of pain pulsed through me.

"You know, when I did it the first time, it was kind of an accident. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything, but it made me feel so powerful! So, from then on, I just kept doing it, just to see how much pain I could inflict on my little brother." She grinned, her glee seeping through in every word. "And honestly, it's just so satisfying to kick them… there’s nothing quite like kicking your right in your balls!"

"But Sarah… why do you always aim for my nuts? Why do you always have to go right for my balls?!" My head was still spinning from the pain, but I couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of anger and curiosity.

She shrugged, looking slightly sheepish for a moment, genuinely thinking about why she / how much she loves kicking my nuts.

"I guess it's just because they're there! They're so squishy and soft. I mean, it's just not as satisfying to kick you in the knee or something, you know? It doesn't hurt nearly as bad. Going for your balls REALLY gets the best reaction out of you. I’m just aiming for the weak spot, and wow… your nuts are sensitive. Hehe!" She giggled wickedly.

I winced, still clutching my throbbing balls. "But it really does hurt, Sarah… A lot."

She leaned in closer, her expression one of genuine interest. "Oh, I know it does! I can tell your tender jewels are really in pain right now." She paused, her eyes distant as she seemed to take in a wave of euphoria. "It's like… a sharp, stabbing pain that just spreads through your entire groin area, isn't it? Having all those hyper sensitive nerves in your testicles being compressed so brutally… it must be agony!"

"Yeah… It's awful." I nodded weakly, still clutching my aching balls as I failed to realize how much she was getting off on just talking about crushing my manhood…

“You know, I bet if you were a girl, it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad. Maybe even a little tickle, like if you were ticklish there. But no, because you're a boy, it has to hurt. It has to! All because of your tender, defenseless testicles!” She laughed softly before adjusting her pants.

My head was still spinning, but I couldn't help but wonder if she was right. Would it really hurt less if I were a girl? I mean, it didn't seem fair that just because I had these things hanging down between my legs; they were so easy to hurt… and Sarah knew it, and made sure I knew it… It made me feel kind of angry and frustrated.

Sarah, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy this conversation a little too much. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer, watching my reaction intently.

"If you were a girl, you wouldn't have to worry about your testicles getting hurt all the time. You'd be safe and sound, all tucked away and smooth." She paused, considering this for a moment. "But then again, it's WAY more fun for me this way. It's so much fun to have a brother to kick in the nuts!"

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to what she was saying. Maybe if I were a girl, I wouldn't have these vulnerable targets that made me the target of her wrath. But then again, maybe it was just part of growing up as a boy. I glanced down at my aching balls, still cupped in my hands, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame. It was embarrassing to admit that my own sister could make me feel this helpless and in so much pain… and even worse; she seemed to love doing it… she loved kicking me in the balls…

"You know, it wouldn't even be so bad, but you always kick so fucking hard! You know how sensitive my balls are... you don't always have to try to crush them, you know...." I said, not realizing how pathetic it all sounded until the words left my mouth.

"Oh, but I LOVE crushing your nuts! The way they feel on my foot when they’re flattened against your body is just… amazing! Plus, you’ve got pretty big ones! I kicked my ex a ton, and his poor jewels were maybe half the size of yours... I wonder if that makes it more painful for you?! And besides, it's not like you can do anything about it, is it? You're just stuck with your sensitive testicles, all defenseless and waiting to be kicked. But don’t worry, I’ll never leave them waiting long!"

Her words cut deep, and I couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed. I knew she was enjoying this, and I knew what that meant for me… and she just kept going, her green eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and malice.

"You know, I bet you're wishing right now that you could be a girl, don’t you," she whispered, leaning in closer. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about your balls getting kicked all the time. You could just go through life without a care in the world."

"Yeah, right, just shut up about me being a girl!" I spat as I looked up at her, my eyes narrowing. "And what about the girls who get kicked in the… crotch? You think that doesn't hurt?!"

Sarah raised her eyebrow before quickly jumping on top of me! Reflexively, I grab into her to push her off, but she immediately takes her opportunity and brings one hand down into my shorts and grabbing my bare balls between her fingers!

"AHHHH! Please don't, please don't squeeze them!" I yelp, my eyes widening as she moved my aching testicles around in her palm!

"You really think it would hurt a girl the same as it hurts a boy to be kicked in the testicles?! Then go ahead, grab and squeeze my pussy. Let's see who taps out first!" She looks at me, daring me to even try before immediately clamping down HARD on my balls, crushing them brutally in her fingers!

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! Let go! Let go of my balls! It hurts so much, Sarah!" all I can think about is the pain as she continues to squeeze, her grip getting tighter with each passing second. I feel like I'm going to pass out from the agony. "I give up, I give up! Please stop, please!"

"Aww, what's wrong? I thought it was just as bad for me? Well, come on, show me! Or are you ready to admit your delicate testicles are too sensitive!?"

Sarah tightens her grip even further, making my eyes water as I let out a hoarse scream of agony. It feels like my nuts are being crushed in a vice! I can feel my body tense up, preparing to fight back against the pain, but I know it's futile. There's no way I can make her let go.

"Oooh, fuck! Sarah, you're crushing them! Please let go!!"

"Hmm? Crushing, what? Come on, tell me, I want to hear you say it!" she chirps, teasing me and savoring every moment of my pain. Her words send a fresh dose of agony through my body, and I cry out as she squeezes harder still. I feel like I'm about to pass out as my vision goes white for a second.

"MY NUTS! MY NUTS... OOOH FUCK, SARAH PLEASE PLEASE! MY FUCKING NUTS YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK THEM... LET GO OF MY BALLS, PLEASE!!"

All I can do is howl as her fingers dig into my poor jewels. Each instance feels like an eternity, and all I can do is hold on to her wrist as she controls me so completely. I can feel every brief twitch of her hand, every muscle in her fingers as they clamp down on my testicles, the surges of utter anguish flowing through me as my own muscles tense and contract sporadically in response to my defenseless organs being crushed.

"You’re being dramatic. Trust me, they can take a LOT more than that... but I guess I should take it easy on my favorite toys!" Finally, she relents, and her fingers slowly loosen their grip on my balls, which are still throbbing as the pain hardly lessens. She rolls off of me and sits up, grinning ear to ear.

"But don't worry, I'll push your balls harder and harder, so we will find out just how much they can take... or not!" She says with a chuckle as she stands up, shaking her head before walking off and leaving me to my misery.

Ugh... my sister enjoys hurting my balls too much!

Punishing My Cousin, Chapters 4 to 6

Punishing My Cousin

By gabizera07

Chapter 4: Good Morning

I woke up early—around 9 a.m.—bursting with energy to spend on poor Josh.

When I get up, Dixie is already in the kitchen having coffee.

“Ready to wake up our little cousin?” she asks with a wicked grin.

“Absolutely. Let’s see if he survived last night.” He probably did, but I’m not so sure about his balls.

We climb the stairs together, giggling quietly. The guest room is dead silent. I push the door open slowly and there he is, fast asleep.

Dixie goes in first. I close the door without a sound. She signals for me to come closer to the bed.

I pull the blanket down very, very slowly until his whole body is exposed.

And then the surprise hits: the shameless guy is rock-hard, tenting the thin fabric of his boxers like crazy.

We both stifle laughter, hands over our mouths so we don’t wake him. Dixie points at the bulge and whispers,

“Look at that… He must be dreaming about you lifting that towel again,” she says, cracking up. “Or just dreaming about us torturing him, the filthy masochist.”

“Speaking of masochism… I want to check the damage we did to his balls. Help me get these off.”

With Dixie’s help, we start easing his boxers down super slowly, careful not to wake him.

Good thing he sleeps like the dead.

With insane patience, we manage to slide them all the way off. He doesn’t even twitch. Must be knocked out from the pain and exhaustion.

And there they are: his balls slightly swollen, bright red, clearly battered from the squeezes and kicks. Not purple (yet), but you could tell they’d taken a beating.

Dixie clamps her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “Check out that swelling! So cute, right? Like two bruised little plums.”

“Poor baby. Must hurt just to breathe on them,” which means perfect for more punishment.

“Okay, time to wake him up.” Without wasting another second, Dixie makes a fist and lands a precise punch right into his nuts.

Not full strength, but enough to jolt him awake.

“Aaaah! Fuck! My balls!” he yells, curling up on the bed in shock, still half-asleep and trying to process what just happened.

It takes him a few seconds to focus: us two cousins laughing in his face, him completely naked, cock still semi-hard, balls throbbing.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” I chirp cheerfully.

“What the… you guys… why…” Poor thing, still so confused.

“How embarrassing, Josh… buck naked in front of us,” Dixie mocks, her hands on her hips. “Showing off?”

His face flushes crimson with humiliation and he scrambles to cover himself with the pillow. I snatch it away and toss it to the floor.

“What? Why so shy now? Yesterday you were rock-hard in front of us, begging for more. And now you’re embarrassed to show off your swollen little balls?”

He turns red all the way down to his neck, trying to sink into the mattress. “Where’s my boxers?”

“Get up and get dressed,” Dixie orders. “You’re coming shopping with us today.”

He blinks, confused. “Shopping?”

I chime in right away.

“Yeah. You’re buying my birthday present. You’re gonna spend your money and get me something nice.” And he’d better spend a lot if he wants to please me.

“But… I don’t even know if I can walk properly… It still hurts so much.”

Oh, the audacity of pulling that weak excuse…

I step closer, grab his cock firmly with one hand (he jumps in fright), and slowly raise my knee until it’s resting right on his swollen balls. He freezes instantly.

“I don’t think you’re getting it, sweetie. You’re not in any position to say no to us.” I channel my sister’s mean streak and drop my voice to something colder, more threatening.

“You’re getting up right now and getting ready to leave the house with us, because if you don’t…” I press down a little harder on his sack and he winces in pain. “I swear we’ll finish your balls off for good.”

“Okay, okay!” he begs desperately.

I release his cock and lift my knee.

“Good boy. Now get up and change.” I say with a cute smile as I sit on the edge of the bed next to Dixie.

We cross our legs and just watch as he dresses agonizingly slowly, groaning in pain with every piece of clothing.

“Done?” I ask, smiling sweetly once he’s finished.

He nods weakly. “Yeah… I’m ready.”

We leave the house together—me and Dixie arm-in-arm, Josh trailing behind, limping and obedient. The mall was going to be fun… at least for the two of us.

Chapter 5: Trying on the Boots

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It was a busy Sunday at the mall. People strolling, families, couples…

Dixie and I were buzzing with excitement as we headed straight for a fancy women’s shoe store.

Josh trailed behind, still limping a little, trying (and failing) to hide how much every step must have hurt his swollen balls.

“They’ve got the prettiest—and most expensive—boots here. Time to make Josh spend big on your birthday gift,” Dixie said in that mocking tone she saves just for him.

I flashed him a sweet smile. He was already pale just glancing at the price tags.

“Relax, cousin. It’s for my birthday. You want to make me happy, don’t you?” I gave him my most irresistible cute face—the one I know he can’t resist.

He swallowed hard and nodded, not daring to speak.

Dixie and I started browsing like we owned the place.

My sister swept along the shelves with a wicked gleam in her eye, completely ignoring the prices while helping me pick out three pairs to try on.

The first was a sleek matte black leather knee-high boot with a razor-sharp pointed toe and that signature red Louboutin sole.

The second was bolder: glossy burgundy patent leather with a massive platform and a chunky block heel that would put me just a few inches taller.

Finally, a brown suede ankle boot from Gucci with delicate gold chain details.

“They’re going to look amazing on you,” Dixie winked at me while my cousin already looked like he was mentally checking his credit limit.

The sales associate came over smiling brightly. “Here are the boots, girls.”

Josh stared at the three luxurious pairs, and I could see the panic rising in his eyes.

“They’re… pretty expensive, huh?” he asked weakly.

“Exactly,” I replied, giving his shoulder a casual pat. “That’s why you’re paying for everything, right, little cousin?”

I cupped his face and locked eyes with him.

“Now get on your knees and put them on my feet.”

The sales associate looked at Josh, confused, but kept her polite smile. His face turned beet red instantly.

“Go on, Josh. You heard your cousin. Knees. Now,” Dixie ordered, loud enough for the associate—and half the store—to hear.

He hesitated one more second, glanced around, but obeyed. He dropped to his knees right there on the store carpet. It was soft, but it did nothing to hide the humiliation written all over his face.

I start by slipping off my sneakers. He picked up the first boot—the black one—and slowly slid it onto my right foot. A few other customers had already started watching, curious.

Once it was on, I lifted my foot and admired it. “Hmm, gorgeous. But I need to test the durability and comfort. You know… I have to make sure I can kick in them without hurting my pretty little foot.”

Josh looked up, already knowing exactly what was coming. “Charli, please… not here…”

“Shh. Stay quiet.” I stood up, the new boot planted firmly.

He stayed kneeling, completely exposed.

I positioned myself, aimed carefully, and delivered a medium-strength kick. The pointed toe connected perfectly with his swollen balls and he doubled over instantly.

“Aaaah!” He tried to keep the scream quiet.

The other shoppers stopped pretending to browse and started whispering. One covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. The sales associate froze, unsure what to do, but clearly amused.

I sat back down calmly while he stayed hunched over, hands clutching his balls.

“Come on, Josh, we don’t have all day,” Dixie said, arms crossed, staring him down.

He straightened up with effort and started removing the black boot to put on the burgundy one.

Same routine: he slides it on, I stand, I kick—harder this time—and he collapses in pain.

A few muffled laughs from the customers. One whispered to another, “Oh my God, she kicked him in the balls again!”

Dixie laughed out loud. “Stop being dramatic, Josh. Get up and switch to the last pair. Now!”

Josh, still on the floor, crawled on his knees to grab the brown boot. His hands were shaking as he slipped it onto my foot.

I stood again.

“Final test.” I aimed slowly and spoke in a soft, almost sweet voice. “Spread your legs wider.”

He obeyed instantly. I kicked with full force. The impact was brutal—he crumpled and rolled on the store floor.

“Ah… my balls… my balls…”

Dixie and I looked at each other and burst into laughter.

“This one’s perfect,” Dixie declared.

“Totally agree. I’ll take the brown ones.” I handed them straight to the sales associate, who was still stunned by the full-on sadomasochistic show that just happened in her store.

We waited a few minutes for Josh to pull himself together, then walked him to the register.

At the counter, the associate—trying not to laugh at Josh’s agonized expression—asked, “Just the brown pair?”

“Yes. And the submissive here is paying for everything.” I said loudly, pointing right at him.

A wave of feminine giggles rippled through the store. Josh turned scarlet with shame.

He pulled out his card without a word, paid (a hefty amount, poor thing), and took the bag with the new boots wrapped inside.

We left the store beaming—Dixie and I arm-in-arm, chatting about how perfect the boots were.

Josh limped right behind us, whimpering softly with every step, carrying the bag like the good, obedient slave he was.

And the day was far from over.

Chapter 6: The Farewell

We got home late in the afternoon, the sun already dipping low, and I was still buzzing from the shopping spree.

Dixie and I were exhausted from laughing and bossing Josh around all day, but we still had plenty of energy left to wrap up the weekend with a perfect finale.

Poor Josh was still recovering from the kicks he took in the shoe store.

We walked into the living room, tossed the shopping bags onto the couch (including the fancy box with the new boots he paid a fortune for), and Josh stopped behind us, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Girls… I really need to leave this time. I have work early tomorrow—I can’t stay any longer. It was amazing seeing you both again, but…”

Dixie crossed her arms, raising one eyebrow.

I gave him my sweetest smile, like this was just a normal goodbye.

“Oh, Josh… you’re leaving already?” I said, faking sadness as I stepped closer slowly. “But before you go, we have a little goodbye gift for you… for being such an obedient submissive all weekend long.”

He looked confused, a flash of lust and fear in his eyes. “A gift…?”

Dixie stepped forward and grabbed his shirt roughly.

“Come here. Take those clothes off. Everything. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second—he obeyed my sister instantly. By that point he’d learned that arguing wasn’t an option.

In under a minute he was completely naked in the middle of the living room. His cock was already half-hard just from hearing her command, his balls still red and swollen from my kicks at the mall.

I walked up slowly, wrapped my hand around his cock, and started stroking—slowly, deliberately, feeling him throb against my palm.

Dixie took his balls and began massaging them. Not hard, but firm enough to remind him just how fragile he was. He let out a low, uncomfortable groan.

She laughed mockingly.

“So fragile, so easy to hurt. Imagine living every day knowing any girl could crush these with barely any effort?”

He trembled. I kept stroking his cock slowly while Dixie teased him with light squeezes during the massage.

“But you love it, don’t you, you little perv? Rock-hard even after getting wrecked all weekend.”

I sped up my handjob. His whole body tensed, breathing heavy.

Josh moaned loudly, arching his back. “Ah… yes…”

“Shh,” I whispered, stroking a little faster. “Relax and enjoy your cousins’ special goodbye gift.”

He was losing it—cock pulsing, pre-cum dripping. I could feel him right on the edge, about to explode and…

…I stopped cold.

I let go of his cock completely. Dixie released his balls too, giving them a light slap that made him groan and hunch forward.

He opened his eyes, confused, panting, frustrated. “What…? Why…?”

I made a little pitying face, in my sweetest voice, as I wiped my hand on my thigh.

“Poor thing… you wanted to cum, huh? Well, starting today, you’re not allowed to cum anymore.”

Dixie finished in a cold tone: “Any time you want to cum, you text both of us. You ask for permission. And permission is only granted if we both say yes. Got it? If even one of us says no… tough luck.”

He stared at us in disbelief, dazed, cock still throbbing. “But…”

“And if you disobey—if you cum without permission,” Dixie continued, locking eyes with him, “then yes, cousin, that’s the end of your balls. We’ll castrate you for real.”

I leaned in close to his ear, voice turning sensual.

“You’re our little sub now. Your cock, your balls, your pleasure. They all belong to us. Got it?”

He nodded quickly, full of fear and lust at the same time. “Y-yes. I get it. I’ll obey. I swear.”

“Perfect! Good boy.” Dixie didn’t waste a second—she swung her leg and delivered a hard kick straight to his balls.

I’ll admit, even I wasn’t expecting that one. My sister is ruthless.

The kick made him scream and drop instantly to his knees, hands flying between his legs as he slowly folded forward.

“Aaaaah! My balls…”

While he writhed on the floor, moaning and curling up, we both stretched our bare feet out in front of him.

“Here, Josh. Kiss our feet for a proper goodbye. Show us you’re really our submissive now.”

He dragged himself forward with effort until he reached my foot, bowed his head, and kissed my left one. I felt his warm, hesitant lips. Then he moved to the right, lingering a little longer.

Dixie crossed her arms. “Now mine… and make it good.”

He crawled a little closer to her, groaning with every movement, and kissed her feet with the same reverence.

After that, I crouched down and helped him stand, gripping his shoulders firmly. His legs were shaking, body still slightly hunched from the pain.

He slowly gathered his scattered clothes, whimpering softly as he dressed. When he was finished, he stood in front of us, voice weak.

“Bye, Charli. Bye, Dixie.”

I pulled him into a tight hug, pressing my body against his, feeling his still semi-hard cock against me.

“I missed you, you know?” I whispered in his ear. “But now I know you’re not disappearing again.”

Dixie stepped up and planted a little kiss on his cheek. “Have a safe trip, Josh. Text us when you get home. And remember: no cumming without permission.”

He swallowed hard, nodded, and started walking away. We stood at the door, watching him leave for real.

He disappeared from sight. We went back inside, smiling with satisfaction.

We knew the weekend was over. But something much bigger had just begun.