Matt's Sister Learns To Think With Portals

Matt's Sister Learns To Think With Portals

By NathanielBallstorn

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Part 1

“Mom, please, don’t do this!”

“Look at this, you’re even hard right now! While your own mother is handling your frank and beans! That’s disgusting, and exactly why I’m going to these lengths. You need to sit down on your heinie and cram, mister, or you’ll flunk. And then what are you going to do? I’m not raising a failure of a son, even if it means that I need to take control of what you’re doing with your dingaling!” Matthew’s mother finished shaving his crotch. Putting the razor aside, she grabbed a bottle of lotion and squirted some onto her hands.

The cold lotion made him squeak in surprise. “W-wait, mom, that’s really cold.”

“Quit whining already, I need to do this so you don’t get razor burn. Now stop squirming and this will be over much quicker.” His mother quickly applied plenty of lotion where his pubes used to be, and Matthew simply let her, accepting that he wasn’t going to get out of this. To his surprise, though, his mom then proceeded to his shaft, grabbing his semi-erect cock and pumping her slickened hand up and down it a few times.

“Haa-aah!” He couldn’t help but moan. This was so embarrassing; his own mother was jerking his penis! “M-mom, w-what are you-”

“Don’t get fresh with me now, young man,” she said over the rhythmic fwip-fwip produced by her hand. “Trying to embarrass me with these juvenile sounds won’t change my mind. I’m taking away your manhood for the summer, and that’s final! I can’t be here and make sure you stop playing with yourself all day and night because of my business trip, so this is the only solution. At least this way, I can make sure you won’t waste your time playing with this useless thing. Speaking of which… ISABEL!”

A faint voice echoed from his bratty sister’s room. “What?” Matthew’s mom didn’t bother answering, knowing the girl would make her way to the bathroom regardless. Instead, she continued massaging the lotion into her son’s dick before moving on to the large bag below.

She grabbed the top of it and then used her other hand to stretch his balls all the way to the bottom of his bag. Matthew gasped while his mother grumbled. “Your coin purse is so wrinkly. I bet this is also because of your excessive masturbation. Hold on, maybe if I stretch it a bit, I can work some of these out…”

“No, mom, stop! It hurts! My balls, you’re hurting them!”

“Oh don’t be so prissy. What self-respecting lady is ever going to go out with you if your spuds look like they’re dangling in an old potato sack?” She emphasized her displeasure with the look of his ballsack with a hard yank on his nuts. Matthew tried to lessen the pain by following his testicles downward. It didn’t help, and he howled in pain.

That was when his sister Isabel walked into the bathroom. The brunette was already dressed for summer, walking around the house in a sheer, white crop top that stood out great against her tanned boobs and long, brown curls. Along with her favorite booty shorts that really showed off her butt, she loved teasing all the boys in the neighborhood, knowing they were going to be spanking it to her. But what she didn’t expect was seeing her very erect brother. “Urgh, what is it, I’m busy- WOAH!”

“It’s no use, your spuds just go right back to all their wrinkles… Well, I’ll have to deal with that some other time. Izzy, come here, I’ll have you do the final step so you know how the device works in the future.”

“Wait, you’re really going to take Matt’s dick away? That wasn’t just a stupid joke?!”

“Izzy, language!” Their mother produced something that looked like a highly advanced handcuff from her pocket. “This is the portal device. Now that your brother has a stiffy, we’re going to fit it around his package like… this…” With some trouble, his mom crammed both his cock and balls inside the loop, which involved more yanking and pulling on his balls. “My, I thought this would fit easily. You have grown, young man! Maybe I shouldn't have ordered the smallest size available, but when you were a baby, it was so small and elegant… Ah, well, nothing a little elbow grease can’t fix.”

Against the pained protestations of her son, she squeezed and squished his genitals inside the strange piece of tech until it was all inside. “Izzy, help me close it. Put that latch on the- yes, right there. Harder. Harder! What were all those karate lessons for if you can’t even close this thing around your brother's John Thomas.”

Finally, with the grisly sound of pinched flesh, the latch closed and the device around Matthew’s genitals beeped. “There we go!” his mother said with notable relief and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

“Uh, mom? Not that this isn’t super funny, but I don’t think it’s supposed to twitch with every heartbeat. Or make the veins on his dick throb. And I think it’s slowly getting purple…?”

“Nonsense, dear. Now, we just click this button here and… voilà!” With a cute little jingle, a ring of light appeared around his cock and balls. Matthew’s mom grabbed his erect cock and with a hiss, it detached from his crotch.

Matthew knew that, technically, his cock and balls were still attached to his body, Chastitech’s patented portal technology making it possible. But the sight of his mother literally taking his genitals away, dangling them in her hand from the lone nut she painfully pinched between her fingers, still made him feel queasy. It looked so wrong, like she had cut it off!

His mother inspected the detached, bulging dick and obscenely swollen balls in her hand with curiosity. In his crotch, there was only a metallic disk left where his manhood used to be.

“My, it looks remarkably like one of those realistic toys Becca keeps telling me about…” She cleared her throat. “Now, you’re going to study, understand, young man? When I get back, you can have this back if and only if your grades have improved, you understand?”

“Y-yes, ma’am…” Matthew squeaked.

“Good.” His mother opened her purse and tried to stuff her son’s penis inside, but no matter which way she placed it, either the head or one of his balls protruded from it. In vain, she tried to zip up her purse again and again, painfully pinching his scrotum in the zipper. “Crud, it won’t fit! This is your fault, Matthew! If you hadn’t gone and made your pecker hard… Now what am I going to do? My flight is in an hour, and I don’t have time to unpack and look for a bigger purse.”

Hope sparked in Matthew that maybe, just maybe, he would be spared this humiliation. But then his sister, a wicked smile on her lips, said, “I can hold onto Matt’s peepee for you, mom! I don’t mind.”

“Ah, you would do that? You’re a lifesaver, Izzy… You should take a page out of her book, Matthew.”

“No, mom, anyone but Izzy! Please, don’t give her control over my dick!”

“I will NOT argue about this again, you’ve had your chance, but you just had to keep rubbing your winkie! So now it's going away!”

“Seriously, don’t give that cunt my dick, she’s going to- EEEK!”

His mother grabbed his genitals by his balls so that they bulged out of her fist. Then she slapped his nuts with her palm. “LANGUAGE!” She smacked his balls again. “I will not have my son going around insulting women like this, is that clear?” she asked and smacked his sensitive balls again. Matthew crumpled to the ground, nodding vigorously. “Your sister is going to hold onto your toy, and that’s it! Now go to your room!”

Defeated, and grabbing his strangely empty crotch, Matthew crawled away. With a nod, his mother turned to Isabel. “Sorry to put this on you, dear, I know babysitting your brother’s… twinkie isn’t exactly what you had in mind for the summer. Now remember, the portal takes care of your brother having to wee through this thing, so don’t fall for it when he says he needs to have his dingaling back to go to the bathroom.” Her daughter nodded and hugged her mother goodbye. “Alright, see you, I need to get going. Don’t let him enjoy himself!”

“Don’t worry, mom! Matthew definitely won’t enjoy himself. I, on the other hand…”

* * *

When his mother’s taxi finally left, Matthew ran down the stairs, looking for his sister. He found her in the kitchen.

“Izzy, where the fuck is my dick?!”

“Is that really how you’re going to talk to me? No ‘hello’, no ‘love you, sis, how are you’?”

“Fuck you! Give me my cock!”

“Don’t you mean my cock?” she asked and slapped his dick onto the kitchen counter. Since she was grabbing it by the bulging head, his balls smashed into the hard surface. Matthew grunted in pain.

“Ugh, you bitch! Give me that!” He made to grab his dick from her, but Isabel was faster. She quickly stuffed his package nuts-first into the blender, finger hovering over the ‘on’ button.

“Ah-ah-aaah, I don’t think you want to do that! Ouh, it’s deeper in there than I anticipated. Can you feel the blades poking your balls? You know what’s going to happen if turn this thing on, right?”

All the color left his face. “You can’t… you wouldn’t! Mom would kill you!”

His sister just shrugged. “Maybe, but you’re the one with his balls in a blender. So unless you want to find out what having your nuts puréed feels like, I suggest you back off.”

Reluctantly, Matthew walked back to the kitchen entrance. “What do you want?”

“Good boy. Or are you still a boy? You’re smooth like a Ken doll down there now, right? Should I call you Mathilda instead?” He just grumbled at her. “Oh lighten up, sourpuss. This is going to be so much fun! So here’s what’s going to happen: until Mom gets back, I’m your queen. I call the shots, you do what I tell you to. And in return, I don’t crack the family jewels like a pair of wrinkly walnuts. Win-win, see?”

Matthew realized there was nothing he could do. His sister quite literally had him by the balls. “Fine.”

“Great!” She was grinning like a Cheshire cat and fished his cock and balls from the blender. Holding his genitals by his cock, she slapped his nuts into her palm. While he winced, Izzy laughed. “I need you to head out and grab some snacks and drinks for me. Some bubbly and those chocolates with strawberries in them? Yeah, you know the ones. Thaaaanks.”

“What? No way!”

“Yeah way!” She opened a drawer and placed his cock on top of it. Matthew’s nuts dangled inside the drawer, ready to be crushed.

“N-no, Izzy, wai- ARGH!”

She slammed the drawer shut, crushing both nuts between the drawer and the kitchen counter. Half of them bulged out between the wood. Matthew sank to the ground, crying and whimpering. His genitals in her hand, Isabel then simply walked over him, making sure to step on the hands covering his completely empty crotch.

“I’ll be up in my room, playing with my cock if you need me! Don’t come back without snacks and booze, or I’ll develop a sudden and severe allergy to nuts!”

* * *

Isabel was watching cartoons in her room when Matthew came back. He was pale and sweaty, but not from the summer heat.

“Thanks, Mattie-Matt,” his sister purred and dragged one finger along the underside of his dick. Peeking out of the tip of his cock was a lit candle. Isabel had thrust the candle into his cock like it was a candlestick. Streaks of hot wax painted his penis red, but mostly pooled around his nuts, burning them constantly. “Like my new candlestick, bro? Getting the candle in is a bit tough at first, but I just love the aesthetic. Especially the base. It's so fun seeing the balls turn red, almost like a lobster getting cooked!”

He didn’t say anything, just staring longingly at his lost dick.

A noise from the TV made his sister focus on the superhero show she was watching again. “Oooh, I love this episode! All the guys get their balls bashed around in this one, watch!”

On the screen, a girl in a tight spandex teddy and with rabbit ears sticking out of her head, some sort of speedster, weaved between the bullets of a gangster, getting closer with each step. His face was a mask of terror. When she suddenly stood in front of him, she flicked his gun away.

“Let me take care of those guns for you, big boy. Both of them,” the heroine said and dropped into the splits. She pulled down the mobster’s pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing a large, barely pixelated cock and balls. With ridiculous speed, the heroic bunny girl started punching the mobster’s balls like a boxer would a speed bag. The man’s face warped into a series of comical expressions while he was getting his nutsack boxed.

“Hahaha! I told you! Haymaker always goes for the nuts, she’s the best!”

Isabel was distracted. This was Matthew’s chance! He lunged for the disembodied dick next to his sister.

“What are you- HEY! Hands off the cock!” He grabbed his dick by the head. Matthew was already turning to run like hell, but he had underestimated how much wax had solidified around his nuts. He pulled and pulled, painfully stretching his own nutsack, but it wouldn’t come loose. It cost Matthew precious seconds that his sister used to grab his balls. “Gotcha! Let go, Matt!”

“N-no! It’s my dick!”

“Not anymore! Let go, I’ve got you by the nuts! Literally!” She emphasized that fact by yanking his nuts downward, pushing them to the bottom of his sack. For good measure, she started squishing and scrunching her hands together, squeezing his balls.

While Matthew managed to hold onto his dick, he sank to his knees. His eyes and legs crossed, and his mouth formed an ‘O’. Weird, squishy noises came from between Isabella’s hands that he hoped were made by the wax and not his nuts.

“Let go!”

“N-noo!” Matthew squeaked.

“Grr, fine! Then how about this!” His sister jammed her thumbs into his balls, skewering them from the sensitive back. Matthew yelped and lost grip on his cock.

Surprised by the sudden lack of resistance, Isabella fell on her butt – and her brother’s cock was slung from her hands, through the open window and out into the front yard.

“Ah! Oh no! Look what you did, idiot, you made your dick fly out the window! What's mom gonna say if you lose your bits somewhere! What if a car flattens your walnuts? You're so stupid!” Despite that, she was back on her feet in no time, racing to the door. Her brother, meanwhile, was still in her room, face down ass up, moaning about his balls. Isabella noticed he wasn’t following her after a few seconds, so she went back and dragged him downstairs by his collar.

* * *

Ava, the curvy, tall goth girl of the neighborhood, was delivering her music fanzine when something dropped between her boobs from above. Looking down at the pair that she knew men would kill for and women would kill to have, she saw two wrinkly eggs protrude from her cleavage.

“What in the name of Cradle of Filth…?” Her hands were full, so she walked back to her rust bucket of a car to put the other fanzines away. On the way, she clearly felt a hard, throbbing cylinder jiggle between her tits. It was warm and throbbing, and Ava had more than enough experience with the male anatomy to tell the dick between her breasts was about to cum.

So the first thing she did when her hands were free was to smack the two balls atop her breasts with her palm, over and over again. Her hand flattening the two orbs also made her chest jiggle something fierce. “Bad cock! Don’t you dare cum on me! I’ll wring your fucking nuts if you do!”

Once the penis had calmed down, she fished it from her boobs and studied it. It was nothing special, a very average penis – which meant it was way too small for Ava. Cocks that weren’t the size of a bat were no cocks at all, they were cocktail sausages.

“Wait a minute… I recognize this left ball. I kicked it around last summer! Is this the dick of that little perv, Matthew?” She had caught the little jerkoff jacking it to her while she stripped for her ex-boyfriend, Chad. Matthew had moaned when he came on her window, so she had chased him and smashed her shoe into his left nut. “Guess I didn’t crack it… But what is it doing here?”

She thought for a moment before another thought replaced the puzzle about Matthew’s dick. She could use this to get back at Chad.

Due to the summer heat, Ava wore a short black skirt with a studded belt. She flipped it up and stuffed Matthew’s cock and balls down her panties, angling it so that it didn’t lift her skirt too much and his balls hung nice and low.

Chad was holding a speech for the football team’s booster club, Ava knew. Stacy, the girl he had cheated on her with, would be there as well. Her plan was perfect.

“Maybe I didn’t get to kick your balls, Chad, so I’ll bruise the next best thing… your ego,” Ava grinned to herself and got in her car. She made sure to scooch back on the seat so she could trap Matthew’s nuts beneath her while also sitting on them quite comfortably. She drove off just as Isabel and Matthew came out of their front door.

“W-where is it?” Matt cheeped.

“I don’t see it! Grr, this is all your fault!” Even though he had nothing to sack tap, Isabel still slapped her knuckles into her brother’s crotch. He flinched, which gave her some satisfaction, but to both their surprise, his groin then beeped.

“Activating Chastitech Nub Tracker mode. Please head north. Your nub is 570 feet away. Please head north. Your nub is 614 feet away.”

“What the hell?” Isabel snorted. "They call the other side of the portal 'nub'? Or is it commenting on the size of your dick?"

“My cock,” Matthew whined, “it’s getting away!”

“Quick, after the dick thief!” Isabel pointed to Matt’s car. Then she realized her brother was still holding himself and had his face scrunched up. Whoever had stolen her brother's penis enjoyed causing him some long-distance nut pain. “On second thought, maybe I’ll drive.”

* * *

“So uh, yeah, huhuh, I think we have a, uh, a real shot at the Stagg bowl this year because we have, uh, we have the detemmi-, uh, the deternima- uh, we’ve got the balls to pull it off, yeah.”

Chad was surrounded by a few reporters for some local rags and student radio stations interviewing him on the pitch about the first game of the season. His new girlfriend Stacy stood next to him. While talking to them, Chad absentmindedly slipped a hand down the front of his pants, as per usual. Whenever he wasn’t playing football, or having sex, he was grabbing his massive nuts. Stacy fished his hand back out and wrapped it in her hands so he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

From further away, Ava was watching him. “Yeah, you’re a real man’s man, Chad. So I know this,” Ava said and fluffed up the remote manhood in her panties to full mast, “will stick with you even longer than any bruised testicle.” Ava marched forward with an awkward gait after pulling down her shirt some more so that her tits almost popped out of her shirt. “God, how do guys walk with these things between their legs? I’d go crazy not trying to crush my nuts between my thighs…”

As Ava walked up to Chad and Stacy, Isabel and Matthew arrived at the pitch as well. “There, I see Ava! She’s the only one who lives close to us, she must have your dick!” Isabel whispered furiously to her brother while they walked as fast as they could without raising suspicion.

“Ava? Oh shit…” Matthew said.

“Why are you saying that?” She frowned at her brother. "Matt, what did you do to her?”

“N-nothing! She just… remember last year when mom had to drive me to the hospital?”

“Yeah? You said you had a bad stomach, you wuss.”

“That was a lie. Ava… kicked me. Between the legs. Really hard.” His sister immediately exploded with laughter, drawing the ire of a few reporters. Matthew pressed his hand over her mouth and apologized to them.

That was when Ava appeared in front of Chad and turned slightly, so the reporters could get a good look at what was about to happen.

“Chad, oh how could you end your affair with me,” she shouted dramatically.

“Uhh, Ava?” While he recognized her, Chad’s entire attention span was immediately occupied by Ava’s tits, so he simply stared at her pale-white knockers. But not Stacy.

“Excuse you?! What affair? I’m his girlfriend, and if this is a joke, then I believe you need to learn some manners, crypt slut!”

“Girlfriend? But Chad, she can’t give you what I have,” Ava yelled, “after all, you always tell me you love my cock!”

With that, she lifted her skirt and presented Matthew’s throbbing cock, his balls drooping from both sides of Ava’s panties. She smiled at Chad and Stacy.

“Whaaa…? I’ve never- N-no, I uh, I don’t swing that way, uh…” He seemed to comprehend how this must make him look to the reporters. “Like, I’m totally only into pussy, you gotta believe, uh,” he stammered.

“You fucking bitch!” Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs and stepped in front of her boyfriend. “You fuck my boyfriend while we’re together?! I’ll break your stupid goth balls for that!”

Ava only smirked and kept her legs spread, giving Stacy full access to the defenseless sack she had put between her legs.

Stacy smashed her leg into Ava’s crotch with awe-inspiring power. It lifted Ava off her feet and into the air. The strength surprised Ava, even if she only felt a soft thud against her smooth crotch. Balls made for excellent dampers, she found.

“AA-MHHH!” As soon as Matthew started to scream, Isabel thrust her hand over his mouth in turn. They stood frozen at the edge of the reporters, one laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes, one screaming his head off over the hardest nut kick he had ever received.

And Stacy wasn’t done yet. Two more times, she kicked Ava’s pretend balls, crunching Matthew’s exposed package and imprinting her shoes in his sack.

Ava was just amused, but she remembered that she had to play it up for the reporters. “Ah? Oh no. My testes, owie, ouch. My testes hurt so bad that I wanna hurl,” she said unenthusiastically, and sank to her knees, lightly cupping Matthew’s balls. They were starting to swell rapidly, which made them fun to roll around in her hand. While Ava did that, she watched Stacy and Chad.

“And you! YOU!” This time, Stacy herself thrust her hand down Chad’s pants. While the reporters couldn’t see what she was doing in there, Chad suddenly started showing a range of colorful expression on his face. Most were desperate. “You CHEATED on me?”

“N-no, babe, I swear we totally weren’t-”

“Maybe you have a little too much testosterone in those big, hairy nuts of yours! But don’t worry, Chad, I’ll gladly help you bring that down! How about by half!?”

Chad went cross-eyed and his voice climbed several octaves. “Noooo, Stacy, my baaa^aalls!”

While Stacy dug her fingers into Chad's plentiful nut meat, mashing and choking Chad’s left testicle, the anger plain on her face, reporters crowded around them to capture every moment of Chad’s intimate agony.

When campus security showed up, they made their jobs much harder, especially because one or two female reporters seemed emboldened by Stacy and ‘accidentally’ swung their hand into the balls of the guards, delaying their efforts to pull the fighting couple apart.

Ava, meanwhile, stopped her faux nut pain as soon as the attention was on Stacy and Chad and slunk away. But before Isabel and a still-wailing Matthew could get to her, a nurse that had been setting up the first aid tent near the pitch accosted her. She dragged the busty, busted goth girl into the tent.

“Ugh, your stupid dick is such a chore to get. Do you even need it?” Isabel said.

“Izzy, please,” her brother cheeped.

“Fiiine! I’ll go after Ava, you stick around out here. Try to stop people from coming inside.”

Isabel slipped into the nurse’s tent unseen. The nurse and Ava were hidden behind a privacy screen that didn’t hide very much, considering a lamp at the far end made their shadows contrast starkly against the white cloth. Isabel hid in an empty closet.

“I will need you to remove your skirt so I can take a look at your… affected area,” the nurse said. Her shadow gestured at the clearly visible dick poking from Ava’s loins.

“I’ll do you one better, doc,” Ava replied. She grabbed the head of ‘her’ dick, giving it a few lewd rubs. Isabel heard a quiet moan drift in from outside. To the nurse’s shock, Ava then plucked the cock from her panties and slapped it nuts first into the befuddled nurse’s hands. “How about I let you keep the whole thing. Toodles!”

Ava strutted out of the tent smirking.

“What the… it’s a toy? My, these get more and more realistic each year.” She drew the privacy screen back, Matthew’s cock in hand. Just as she did, two guards walked in, a groaning Chad between them. They deposited him on an old, rickety gurney.

“Have a look at him, we managed to separate him from his girlfriend, but it looked like she wasn’t too far away from separating him from his balls.”

“Leave the diagnosis to me, young man. Now out, I know how squeamish boys are about seeing a guy who possibly got nutted.” Once the guards had left, the nurse turned to Chad. “What’s the matter, dear? Did your girlfriend have a go at your nutties?”

“Booohoohoo!” Chad was wailing like a little girl.

“I guess that answers that. Look here, see this coc- I mean, see this model?” The nurse grabbed Matthew’s dick and started bending and twisting it back and forward, side to side. “The penis can withstand a decent amount of force, but these two orbs down here? Your testicles?”

Isabel grimaced when she saw the nurse pinch her brother’s nuts between two fingers.

“These are like chicken eggs clacking around in a sack. You need to be careful who you let these handle, and how! For example, me just pinching them like this would already cause you excruciating pain! You would be on your knees crying and begging me to stop!”

Isabel ignored the muffled screaming she heard outside. Apparently, the demonstration was also too much for Chad, who fainted at the nurse demonstrating her skills in handling testicles.

“Really? He’s fainted just because I squished the nuts of a model? Gosh, the male anatomy is so weak…”

“Uhm, actually,” Isabel said and came out from her hiding place, “that penis is my brother's, and I would really like it back now, please!”

“Who the hell are you? Were you peeping on this boy?”

“No, I swear! I’m just here for my brother’s dick.”

The nurse scoffed. “Girl, I’m a medical professional. Do you really think I would mistake a real flesh and blood penis for a model? These,” she said and wrapped her fist around Matthew’s nutsack, making his balls squish out the top, “are obviously fake.”

She pressed her finger into Matthew’s left nut so hard that it deformed like dough. Isabel marvelled at the sight of the nurse strangling her brother’s testicle. Even she had been more careful with them.

“See? Now stop bothering me.” She walked over to a cabinet and placed her brother’s genitals inside. “This is staying with me. I don’t care if you want to feel up the quarterback while he’s out cold like the other cheerleaders, his inspection needs to wait until he’s up again anyway. But don’t try to take me for a fool again, are we clear?”

With that, the nurse picked up a clipboard right in front of the cabinet and went down a checklist of things the tent would need for the game. She ignored Isabel completely. Was it really that normal for girls to come in here and bother injured football players?

Isabel frantically racked her brain on how to get her brother’s dick. She let her eyes wander over everything in the tent, hoping for some idea. The gurney Chad was lying on caught her attention. It had hollow bars for patients or nurses to hold onto. When the gurney was new, those bars had probably been plugged with a plastic cap. But those were long gone now.

Isabel quickly undid Chad’s pants. An impressive set of large, if swollen testicles flopped out. Without looking up from her checklist, the nurse said, “If you’re going to suck him off, make sure to swallow. I don’t want to have to explain any semen stains if his furious girlfriend comes back for round two with his balls.”

What the hell were cheerleaders doing in here? Chad’s plump balls were at least two-thirds larger than the circumference of the hollow bar. Isabel took one of his testicles, the one Stacy hadn’t squeezed, and squished it flat in her hand. Chad scrunched up his face in pain, but he didn’t wake up yet. As quick as she could, Isabel stuffed his nut down the hole. It barely fit inside while she was flattening it, so inside the bar his nut would experience continuous pressure.

Then came the real hurdle. Getting his second nut inside the bar when it was already filled with the other. Isabel grabbed one of the little hammers used for testing reflexes. Lining Chad’s second, larger nut up with the hole, she took aim.

She smashed the hammer into the top of his testicle. The nut slipped partially in, forcing its way halfway next to its twin. Chad woke up with a gasp.

But he was too late. Isabel’s second hit with the hammer pushed the second nut deeper inside, forcing the testicle to warp and buckle to fit. With a quick, third strike it went all the way in, the quarterback’s gonads now crunched down to a third of their normal size each. Isabel quickly put away the hammer and stepped back.

“AAAAAAAAH MY BAAAAALLS!”

“What on earth?” The nurse turned around. A pink, fleshy string stretched from Chad’s crotch into the bar of the gurney. A bar that, while hollow, was much, MUCH too small for his nuts. “Young man, did you stuff your testicles in there? Are you stupid?”

The nurse rushed to his side and grabbed the stretched skin of his scrotum. She started yanking on it, trying to pull his nuts free. “They’re stuck! Come on, boy, help a little! Otherwise, they’ll be stuck in there forever!”

Isabel took her chance and grabbed Matthew’s cock from the cabinet and was ready to run out—but then heard the alarmed voices of the guards outside.

“Crap! I need to hide his dick somewhere! But where? I can’t exactly hide it under my skirt like Ava since I’m wearing booty shorts! I would need to stick it inside something, where it’s safely tucked away so I don’t lose his stupid penis again, but it also isn’t obvious-”

It suddenly dawned on her where she could easily slide a penis into. You could almost say, the place she was thinking of was made just for that.

“Fuck…” she softly cursed.

“This is so humiliating!” But still she quickly slipped down her shorts and panties. The tip of his cock was pulsating and warm. “*If he cums from this, I’ll snip his balls off and wear them as earrings…”

Holding her breath, she pressed her brother’s cock against her entrance. She twitched, blushing at the feeling of a bulging and pulsating helmet spreading her lips. It annoyed her how much she felt it, how thick it was. Slowly, his dick slipped in further and further, filling Isabel up so much more than she had expected. It was even angled in a way that his cock pressed rather nicely against that sweet spot just behind her entrance!

“Why can’t you just have a smaller dick, you idiot…” Blushing furiously and letting out her breath, she slipped her panties and shorts back on.

Right after, the guards crashed in and tried to help the nurse free Chad’s nuts from their very small prison. Isabel walked out, trying not to let her face show that each step she took sent a jolt through her and sparks flying in her vision.

“Izzy, do you have it? My dick feels weird, I can’t,” he gasped and swore under his breath, “I can’t tell what’s going on with it.”

“DON’T,” his sister yelped, stopped and cleared her throat, “don’t talk right now. Car. Home.”

Matthew noticed his sister’s awkward gait but was much too preoccupied with the warm, wonderful feeling in his dick. By the time they reached Isabel’s car, they were both panting, glassy-eyed, and shuddering. But there were simply too many people around for Isabel to strip and remove her brother from inside her. It would be a long drive home for both of them.

*

Part 2

Isabel steadied herself and tried to ignore the little gasps and moans of her brother. Her hand reached for the car’s door handle.

“Don’t think about the dick inside you, Izzy. Don’t think about how it feels, how warm it is and… h-how you can feel it pulsating and throbbing… Just get in the car and drive- oh god, it’s so thick! J-just drive home so you can take Matt’s stupid dick o-out and-”

“Like, oh emm gee, is that you, Izzy? I, like, have so been looking for you!”

Someone with huge tits hugged her from behind, the massive melons pushing her into her rust bucket of a car. Unfortunately, not only was she assaulted with sudden mammary superiority, her crotch was also slammed against the door. Her brother’s balls were forcefully flattened against it while the disembodied cock inside her twisted forward, suddenly increasing the pressure on her most sensitive spots.

“AHH!”

“Hehehe, did I, like, surprise you?” The girl suddenly grabbed her boobs from behind, bouncing them up and down in her palm. “Gosh, you have such cute boobies, it makes me sooo jealous!”

“Hurgh, fuck, my b-,” Matthew suppressed crying out which two delicate parts of him were causing him pain, but the way he doubled over and held his crotch betrayed his uniquely male pain.

Alison, the captain of the cheerleaders who was currently fondling his sister’s tits, frowned at Matthew. “Ew.”

“H-heeey, A-Alison,” Isabel gasped, “meet my b-brother Matt.”

Alison couldn’t even see Matthew anymore, since he had sunk to the ground with an acute case of busted balls. “Yeah, whatever. Girl, I like have to take you to my sorority house, Phi Omicron Phi. You wanted to join us when you start in a few months, right? Come on, I gotta show the other girls just how flexible you are. You know, we love a girl that spreads her legs…” Alison said.

Matthew knew exactly just what kind of sorority Phi Omicron Phi was – they were infamous on campus as a bunch of man-hating lesbians that assaulted innocent guys for fun. Their infamous hazing challenges to hopeful newcomers made Matthew’s balls shrivel up and retreat back into his body in fear – if they were still attached to him. Where on earth had Isabel hidden his dick and balls?

Alison looked like an innocent, doe-eyed bimbo with a cutesy, round face, but Matthew knew better. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, chewing up and spitting out girls she ravaged alongside the testicles of their boyfriends – or brothers, in his case. He knew he needed to stop his sister, not just because she had his genitals stuffed away somewhere, but because he knew his sister would get devoured by Alison and her sorority. Unfortunately, the repeated attacks on his testicles had sapped him of his strength, so he could only watch helplessly as Alison led Isabel away to meet her sapphic doom.

It wasn’t until five minutes later, when a huffing Stacy found him lying in the parking lot and helped him stand up, that he was able to take a deep breath and ride out the waves of pain pulsing through his balls.

“Stacy, did you see my sister Isabel?” he asked. “I need to find her! She has my di- I mean, she has something important that belongs to me!”

“No, I just saw you here, lying in the dirt and choking on your nuts,” the waspish blonde replied. “Look, Matthew, right? I talked to this girl, Ava-”

“Uh-oh…”

“-and she told me that she did what she did to get back at Chad. I went a bit overboard back there, and I kicked Ava as hard as I could, hoping to crush her stupid balls into fine pieces of completely neutered nut parfait-”

“Oh God…”

“-but then she told me they were actually your balls, and you didn’t have anything to do with all of this, so I wanted to apologize. You can fuck me if you want.”

“Oh, that’s a relief, don’t worry, I barely fel- WHAT?”

Stacy had one hand on her hips, one hand questioningly raised. “What? Seems fair to me, yeah? I punt your nuts into your throat, so now you get to empty them down mine?” Matthew gasped and almost had a coughing fit. Stacy, the girl who would no doubt go on to be valedictorian of their class, suggested that a nobody like him should fuck her. She was tall and leggy, with immaculate long, blond hair and full, pink lips. Her ass and tits were to die for, her eyes a deep, clear blue, her skin immaculate – in short, she was way out of Matthew’s league.

“Whu- whawhawhaaaat are you saying?”

Stacy rolled her eyes and kneeled in front of Matthew. With practiced nonchalance, she undid the buttons on his jeans. “Look, I’ll just suck you off for a start, and in the meantime, you can ponder what kind of positions you want to do and stuff. If you’re into kinky stuff, like bending me over and smacking my ass, I’m game for that as long as it doesn’t get out of hand… uhm, dude, did you know that your dick is gone?”

“Oh, crap!” Matthew hastily pulled up his pants.

“Did you misplace it somewhere? Forget your dick at home? What’s going on here?”

“Izzy! I need to find my sister, she has my penis with her because of that new portal thingy, but Alison took her to her sorority house!”

Stacy pulled a face. “Alison? Ooh, tough break. If she finds your little dick… That girl does only one thing to cocks: break them. When Alison gets her hands on them, it’s game over for your balls. You know, one of the football team’s linebackers lost his equipment because of that girl last week. Poor guy. He won’t make the team anymore, now that he has the testosterone level of a little girl.” A shadow passed over Stacy’s face. “Maybe I should have sent Chad over to Alison, she would have fixed him like a dog…”

“No! Please, God, I don’t want to lose my nuts to this crazy chick!”

“Want me to help get your dick back instead? I mean, you can’t fuck me much when you look like a Ken doll down here,” Stacy said and tapped her knuckles against his smooth crotch.

Matthew groaned. He had the chance to fuck the most beautiful girl he knew, and because of that stupid chastity portal device his mother put on him, he couldn’t. This summer seriously sucked.

* * *

Stacy and Matthew pressed themselves against the balcony’s wall of Phi Omicron Phi’s sorority house. Peering in through the window, the scene unfolding before Matthew seemed straight out of a teenage boy’s horny fantasies.

About a dozen beautiful girls in various states of undress frolicked around inside a large living room. Some were dancing around in bikini tops and daisy dukes to music that hummed through the glass. Others were sitting around in panties, foregoing bras entirely as they painted their nails or shaved each other’s privates while drinking. And then there were two pairs of girls right in front of the window, one of them a chubby Asian girl getting frantically fingered to a toe-curling orgasm, and an ouroboros-approximate of a black and a white girl with their heads between each other’s legs.

“Do you see your sister anywhere? Or your dick?” Stacy whispered.

“No, but it… it feels good!”

She snorted. “I could tell you’re a virgin, but I didn’t think you’d be feeling this horny just from watching some girls having fun with each other. Hey, that’s your sister over there, right? She seems kind of… out of it?”

“Oh crap, Alison totally has her in her claws! What do we do? We need to get her out of there!”

“Well, I think I have an idea, but…”

“But?” Matthew asked.

“You’re not going to like it. Follow me.”

Inside the sapphic sorority, Alison was about to announce Isabel. “Hey giiirls, stop for like a second, please. This is Isabel, she’s starting college next year and she will, like, totally join us cheerleaders here in Phi Omicron Phi!” A few polite claps came from the crowd of girls, though Isabel, blushing and fighting against the feeling of being filled by her brother was in a daze. “Alright, baby, show ‘em how flexible you are. Here, let me help you get down into the splits!”

On the way over, Isabel had discovered that moving her legs flexed and moved her hips in just the right way for the penis inside of her to feel way, way too good. By the time she and Alison had arrived at the sorority, Isabel was dangerously close to being brought to an explosive finish by her brother’s cock.

“Ah, w-wait, I-” But Alison was already gently pushing down on Isabel’s shoulders. Too surprised and aroused to resist, Isabel slid down and down until her groin hovered an inch above the ground. The telltale bulge of her brother’s nuts sagged precariously, scraping over the hard floor. “Wait, if I go lower…”

“Need help with the end? Don’t worry, I’m here for you! There – you – go!” Alison pushed Isabel all the way down.

She sat down on her brother’s nuts and the bulging sack happened to dangle in front of her at that moment – which meant his busted nuts were now a soft pillow pushing against her button, massaging her clit while the gonads were flattened under both Isabel’s weight and Alison pushing her down onto the nutsack.

“Aah-AAAH!” Isabel threw her head back and thrust her tongue out, as feeling Matthew’s sex organs get squished under her pussy was the final push she needed to be sent over the edge. She came like a fountain, her damp panties twitching as she contracted around the cock inside her. The waves of her orgasm rocking her body pushed Isabel onto her back.

The cries of pleasure were unexpected but intimately familiar to the girls of the sorority. They gathered around Isabel, intrigued by the display. So taken were they by Isabel’s orgasmic show, they didn’t even hear the dull shrieks of pain penetrating through the walls from an adjacent room.

“Wow! What was that, Isabel? Do you like us so much that you creamed yourself?”

“Look, there’s something in her kitty!”

“Her little bush is so cute! Gosh, I want to rub my coochie against her so bad!”

“If she is getting herself off on campus, she’s going to fit in here so well!”

“All we have to do is show her how to nut guys and she’s perfect!”

Another girl bent over Isabel currently cumming her brains out, and slipped her shorts and panties to the side. A set of heavy, swollen nuts flopped out, attached to a cock shoved to the hilt up inside her. The girl grabbed the cock roughly by its two nuts, making sure to have a crushing grip on the sack, before she gently began removing the cock from Isabel. “It’s true, this little minx had a dildo stuffed in her box. Look, it’s one of those floppy ones that even have balls attached!”

She tossed Matthew’s dick to Alison, who snatched his balls out of the air. “Urgh. I hate these ones. They’re, like, too realistic. Nobody needs balls! The world would be better off if we got rid of all balls!” She clenched her fist, squeezing the fragile gonads so hard they produced a slight creaking sound.

“I dunno, I like ‘em,” the girl bent over Isabel said while she slipped two of her fingers into her well-fucked hole. Like an afterthought, she started curling her fingers inside Isabel’s pussy, prolonging her orgasm and making little jets spurt out of her. “That means you can pretend you’re nutting a guy while riding it.”

“Ew, that would be like riding a guy’s cock,” Alison said with a shiver, still crushing the life out of Matthew’s balls. “Just the thought is, like, so disgusting it makes me wanna hurl.”

The girl fingering Isabel shrugged. “I imagine they’re the balls of some unfortunate sod I get to ruin while getting off, I guess.” She drew her fingers from Isabel and started licking them like a popsicle.

At that moment, the door opened and two girls walked in. Alison recognized one of them, Stacy, the girlfriend of that stupid meathead Chad, and she had brought a girl she had never seen before with her. “Alison, I need to bring that girl home. Her brother is very worried about her.”

“Uh-huh. Why would I care what some dangler has to say? Look, Isabel is having a great time!” She pointed with Matthew’s cock at his sister, who was already being swarmed by girls. Somehow, they had managed to strip her naked already and were now kissing, rubbing, licking, and rubbing her body all over. They were like locusts, devouring Isabel’s snatch like a fine meal.

Isabel herself was, of course, completely incomprehensible, trapped in a vortex of mind-numbing pleasure.

“By the way, who the heck is that girl next to you? Like, I’ve never even seen her on campus before,” Alison said.

Said girl was staring at her feet, hiding her face behind her long, brown hair. She was wearing easily the most modest clothes out of all of them, which consisted of a frilly blouse and a long plaid skirt. “That’s Mat- Mathilda! She’s my cousin, I’m just showing her around.”

“Hmm…” Alison tapped her lips in contemplation as she stared at Mathilda. “No offense, girlie, but…” Suddenly, the cheerleader’s captain rocketed her knee up into Mathilda’s crotch with devastating force.

Mathilda yelped, and grabbed at her crotch – but remained standing, staring with wide eyes at Alison.

She laughed. “Sorry, Mathilda, no hard feelings, yeah? We’ve had a few horny guys come in here disguised as girls. They got grabby, so we had to throw them out – but like, without their testicles, of course, haha! Your cousin Stacy probably already explained what our deal is here at Phi Omicron Phi.”

“Right,” Stacy said, “so about Isabel…”

“Yeah, yeah, you can have her back.” A round of disappointed complaints came from the girls in the room. But Alison wasn’t done yet. “But! You two cuties have to join in on a little party of ours first.”

Stacy snorted. “I won’t be getting you off, Alison, you know I don’t swing that way.”

The deceivingly innocent-looking girl held up her hands. “I know! I know. Not all of us have seen the light… yet. No, I’m talking about all of us having a little ballbusting party.” An impish smirk spread over Alison’s face. “I’ve heard you tried to pop one of Chad’s balls. Really tried to dig your fingers in and crush it. I knew you had it in you.”

“Well, I-”

But Alison had already moved on to Mathilda, slinging her arm around the faux girl so that her chest pressed against ‘her’ arm. “Your cousin is a veritable ballbuster! And a shy cutie like you looks like she could use a crash course on how to kick some nuts. When some asshole gets grabby, POW!” Matthew flinched at the noise. “You know just how to make him regret being born with testes.”

“Uhm…” Mathilda said in a falsetto tone to try and hide that he was Matthew. He didn’t know what made him more uncomfortable – that he was forced to wear girls’ clothes and a wig to disguise himself as female, or how casually Alison was talking about hurting testicles.

“Look, Chad might have deserved it, but I’m not going to put the hurt on some poor, innocent guy’s nuts just because you get off to boys getting their eggs scrambled,” Stacy said.

Alison slapped a hand over her chest in feigned offense. “Ah, how could you insinuate such a patently true thing about my coochie getting wet for boys getting nutted? But don’t worry, there’s no need! We’ll use sweet, little Izzy’s dildo. Sure, pretend ballbusting isn’t as fun as the real thing, but it’s good practice.”

“Oh no,” Matthew thought. There was no way he wouldn’t spill the beans if these girls made a party out of spilling his beans!

“Sure, that’s fine,” Stacy said. “I have no problem taking it out on a pair of rubber nuts.”

“Great! Girls, get ready to bust some balls!”

In the ensuing chatter of excitement, Matthew held onto Stacy. With a horrified look on his face, he watched the sorority girls place his cock and balls on the floor, and, holding hands, they started dancing around it. They sang some inane pop song and every other beat, the girl closest to his nuts stomped her foot down, smushing his balls against the hard floor.

“Sta-AH!-cy, how cou-AH!-ld you! Those’re m-AH! my balls-!” he said as quietly as he could. It was awful seeing these sexy girls dance in their underwear while they squished his testicles in their sock-clad feet, demolishing his sperm count while he could do nothing about it.

“Oh, right! Well, just bear with it for a bit, they’re just some girls. I mean, how much can a few girls possibly hurt your nuts?” Stacy hissed back.

“But you just said Alison emasculated-”

“Alright, with the icky dicky taped to the wall, along with some pillows so we don’t hurt ourselves, our ballbusting party is a go,” Alison yelled.

Matthew’s penis barely penetrated the row of fluffy, pink pillows the girls had taped to the wall. His balls, however, were on prominent display. That was because a piece of wood behind his nutsack pushed his balls out. Not only were his nuts impossible to miss, they would also get crushed against the wood. Matthew’s face fell and he turned pale as a sheet.

Just one day ago, he had an entire summer of eating junk food, listening to good music, and jerking off to the hottest girls of his year ahead of him. And now? His sister had banished his balls to become a chew toy for a sorority. It wasn’t fair.

Most of the sorority girls had already formed a conga line, queueing up to kick his nuts. Those that weren't instead got comfortable - very comfortable, as they slid their panties to the side or thrust their fingers between their legs, masturbating to the pretend-nut cracking.

Stacy turned back to Matthew. “Ok, well, maybe this is going to hurt a bit. Oh, who am I kidding? This is going to be hell for your nuts. Put your head between my breasts so I can stifle your moans!”

He did so just in time. The first girl let a brutal kick fly into his nuts. She was wearing canvas shoes with a rubber toe box that she slammed into his testicles, warping his nuts to flat disks. Matthew gasped and then groaned into Stacy’s wonderful tits. She awkwardly patted his head.

“Ooh, that was a hard kick, my condolences to your testes,” Stacy whispered. “It was bad luck, that girl clearly had a lot of practice kicking nuts. If she knew they were real, she probably would have kicked you nutless.”

Before he could gather his breath, the next girl had lined up and drawn her foot back. This girl was wearing high heels for some reason.

“Uh-oh, those heels look really pointy. Let's hope she doesn't crush one!”

The girl smashed her right foot into his right nut in a perfect straight line. The tip of her shoe sank so deep into the meat of Matthew’s nut that it looked like she was skewering the testicle. Phantom pain exploded between his empty legs and rather than cry out, Matthew let out a strange, high-pitched shriek, almost like a boiling kettle. When her heel came away from his balls, righty sported a deep, circular impression. It looked like she had turned Matthew’s right orb into a donut.

“Oof, that must have hurt… I don't think that’s going to buff out again. Better get comfortable having a bent nut from now on. Ok, the next girl is barefoot, that should be easier for you. If you think about it, she's just going to put her cute little feet on your genitals, so it’s almost like she’s giving you a footjob!”

What Stacy neglected to mention was that the girl was wearing a sports bra and a karate uniform that dangled around her hips. When her leg shot forward, it crashed into Matthew’s balls so hard, the resulting SMACK was heard by all in the room, even over the thumping music.

Matthew sank to his knees, his face now buried in Stacy’s crotch. Luckily for him, Stacy’s loins and the music did a good enough job covering his cries of pain, so no one heard him cry out for his mommy.

“Did you like your first footjob? Ok maybe it was sort of a… percussive footjob, but that's got to count for something for a virgin like you, right?”

“Hey, Stacy, why don’t you go next,” Alison suddenly said.

“Ooh, I can take care of your cousin,” a girl next to them said. She was one of those that fingered themselves to the ballbusting lineup.

“I suppose I'll have to,” Stacy said. To Matthew, she then whispered, “You just have fun with the nice girl in the meantime, yeah? Hey, maybe this girl can give you some tips on how to eat pussy, you might, ahem, need it after today…”

Stacy pushed Matthew’s head down between the thighs of the girl. Her panties were a damp mess on the floor, so Matthew was thrust face-first against her needy, wet hole. The girl answered with a happy squeal when she felt Matthew’s mouth on her lips.

Without much fanfare, Stacy then walked up to Matthew's nuts, cocked her fist back and fired a devastating punch right into his ballbag. As she watched the balls bounce and jiggle around, she realized just how hot and swollen they were. She hoped the sorority girls and especially Alison wouldn't notice the supposed dildo was in actuality a real and very fragile pair of balls with an erect dick attached.

“There, that was a solid punch to the nards, I’d say. Now can we take Izzy and her brother’s co- I mean, her dildo and go, please?”

“Nuh-uh,” Alison said, “no punching the balls! You need to kick them properly!”

Stacy rolled her eyes and looked back at Matthew. She couldn't see his face, but judging by the flushed cheeks and guttural moans of the girl he was eating out – or maybe just screaming into – he was doing something right. “Fiiine. I'll kick the nuts then.”

The least she could do was take off her shoes for it, though, or Matthew might faint. She wiggled her toes in the pink footlets she was wearing. Now she was regretting that she compared the earlier kick to Matthew’s bare balls to a footjob. By her own words, Stacy would now also be giving Matthew a ‘percussive footjob’. That felt wrong somehow, he had declined fucking her after all. So even if she had taken off her shoes, Stacy wanted to make sure her kick was hard enough that Matthew wouldn't enjoy it.

“Hyyah!”

Her right foot blasted into his nutsack, his balls bouncing and rolling over her instep. It was a lovely feeling – Matthew’s balls were hot and heavy, so kicking them felt like kicking two warm pillows. It was only slightly marred by his right nut sort of squishing down – it was the one that had been skewered by the pointy high heel, and as a result, it was less a bouncy, jiggly testicle and more like a soft sponge. There was too much give to his nut and it offered almost no resistance to Stacy’s toes brutalizing it.

And then something Stacy had feared happened: Matthew’s erection started to wane, despite the portal device cutting off most circulation between his dick and his body. His balls had simply received too much damage. Quickly, Stacy went over to it, spit in her hand, and rubbed Matthew’s cock, working his bone fiercely to try and pump it back to full mast.

“What are you doi-” Alison began before a loud cry of pleasure interrupted her.

“Oooh... OOH!” The girl that was getting licked by Matthew pressed her hands on the back of his head and stuffed his face into her crotch. She was rubbing herself against his face, showering him with her love.

“Oh! Well, you might not swing our way, Stacy,” Alison said, distracted by the orgasmic cries, “but your cousin Mathilda clearly knows how her way around a pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Lisa cum so hard!”

“Or maybe she’s just a quickshot,” Stacy offered and checked Matthew’s cock.

It was hard again, desperately throbbing despite the severe beating his testicles had endured. His right nut was severely out of round however, the orb looked strangely flat at the front. It was possible that Stacy had just inflicted some sort of critical damage with her kick. But there was nothing she could do for his testicles now, so instead she went to pick Matthew up, who was lying motionless between Lisa’s legs. More for his sake than because it was the truth, she whispered into his ear.

“Come on, your balls are perfectly fine. Get up, I don’t want to explain to your sister how you managed to literally drown in pussy.” Matthew was as dazed as the girl he had just made inadvertently cum with the help of his cries of pain. “God, you look like you’ve been crying like a little girl, pull yourself together!” She took the hem of her shirt and wiped his tears and the spray of girl juice off his face. Then, turning to Alison, she said, “Alright, but now we leave.”

“Just one last thing,” Alison said. “Your cousin, she needs to bust some balls as well.”

“Look at her, she can barely stand due to the ballpai- I mean, since she’s such a delicate flower of a girl. This has all been very overwhelming for her.”

“It’s ok, I don’t need her to kick them, I just… want to introduce her to the wonderful feeling of hurting boy balls.” Alison ripped Matthew’s cock from the wall and approached him. He was pale as a sheet, sweating and trembling. Alison held his genitals by wrapping one hand around his left nut. “Here, put your hand on mine. It’s ok, you don’t need to be shy. I promise, it will feel wonderful.”

Stacy gave him a shove with her elbow, so Matthew placed his hand on Alison’s. The doe-eyed girl smiled.

“Good job. Now I want you to close your eyes and start squeezing the ball in my hand. Just go slow for now.”

Matthew didn’t move his hand. This was torture, this man-hating bitch wanted him to squeeze his own nut, and if he didn't, she and her sorority full of crazy lesbians would crush his nuts like they were chicken eggs!

“Come on, you can do it. I want you to squeeze that nut,” Alison repeated.

“Just do it, Mathilda, then we can get out of here,” Stacy whispered.

Matthew tried to swallow but his throat was dry and hot. Already, his balls were killing him, especially his right nut. It felt like there was something seriously wrong with it. How was he supposed to endure this? How was any man supposed to endure getting hit in the balls over and over and over again?

But then he felt Stacy embrace him from behind, pushing her boobs against his back. Boobs that he could have been fucking if Isabel had just handed him back his dick. With a stifled sob, he started closing his hand.

The pain was immediate, as Alison’s smaller hand amplified the pressure of his own hand like a vice. Her fingers sank into his nut, digging into it while she started whispering to him.

“There you go, do you feel that? That’s what it feels like to grab a boy by one of his nutties and squeezing it. He will be completely helpless when you do this – the pain lancing through his nut, the shame that a girl dares to hurt him in his special place. Believe me, boys will do whatever you want when you have them by the balls. They know they can’t do anything because we girls decide if they get to keep their ballsies. If he’s mean to you – pop!” Alison popped the P’s so loudly that Matthew flinched like a scared rabbit. “If he disappoints you – pop!” Matthew started breathing rapidly. Alison’s fingers felt like she was driving screws into his testicle. “If you just feel like it – pop! You have complete control over him. His testicles, his manhood, is at your mercy. But you know the best thing?”

Matthew shook his head, trying so hard to suppress making any noise that could give him away as a male.

“When you do pop your first one, it’s like a drug. Just like bubble wrap, you will want to pop more and more of them. Boys look so cute and pathetic when you crack one, and you feel so powerful and feminine. You will look at every boy like they’re two fun, little balls on legs, just hanging there, waiting for you to grab them and – POP!”

She yelled the last word, simultaneously putting her free hand on top of Matthew’s and SQUEEZED it. Through Alison’s hand, he could feel her fingers shut so incredibly tight, yet she wasn’t straining. Flattening his testicle was so easy to Alison, it came almost naturally to her. For the first time, Matthew truly understood just how easy it was for a girl to hurt his nuts, to explode them in her hand if she so chose. He was convinced at that moment that Alison had found out he was a guy and that she would squeeze until his left nut cracked.

But then Alison let go, laughing. “Hahaha, you really are a wallflower, aren’t you? Getting so flustered over a fake pair of hangers. But if you ever want to feel what kicking a real pair feels like, you’re welcome at Phi Omicron Phi anytime! Same goes for Izzy here. You can tell her when she wakes up.”

Walking away, Alison carelessly tossed Matthew’s cock over her shoulder. It hit Matthew in the face, then was snatched out of the air by Stacy. “Alright, I’ll carry your coc- I mean, this fake dildo. You go carry Izzy. I’ll bring you two back to the car and then you can go home.”

Shaking like a leaf, Matthew went to pick his sister up off the floor. She was snoring slightly, with a deep blush and a blissful little smile on her face.