My sister knows I like ballbusting!

My sister knows I like ballbusting!

By BallbustingFanatic

(This is a role playing story between two consenting adults)

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“Oh god, not my balls!” The boy on the screen cried out as his sister slammed her foot straight into his testicles before she burst out laughing.

It was so intense, but I couldn’t help it. I loved watching this stuff! People usually posted it as prank videos or some other ‘Challenge,’ but one thing always remained the same.

Someone was getting kicked in the nuts!

"Kris, w-what is that!?" My sister Jess's voice rang out from behind me, tinged with amusement.

I fumbled to pause the video; the surprise caused a burst of adrenaline. The video was in the middle of a scene where a girl did a little jump before kicking her brother squarely in his balls.

"It's just... you know, random prank videos," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush as Jess leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the monitor.

“Oh! She’s kicking his balls!” She chirped with surprising enthusiasm!

My sister was alright I guess. We didn’t really fight or hang out too much. She was pretty popular while I was a bit of a nerd, so our friend groups were completely different… but my friends always let me know how “big” her tits were… which is probably part of why she was so popular…

"Yeah, it's... kind of funny, seeing guys get hit there… right?" I said, trying to gauge her reaction while also struggling to look her in the eye.

“Haha, yeah, I suppose it’s pretty silly to watch a guy after someone smacks him in his nuts!” But… it’s not just that, is it?” She asked, chuckling softly. Her voice was gentle yet probing.

“H-huh? What do you… mean?” I asked her, my hands starting to tremble as she already seemed to know the truth.

“Kris.. I… saw your computer the other day. You just… left it open on a story… a story called ‘My sister found my weakness’ and I couldn’t help but to read it.” She said, almost sounding embarrassed herself.

My heart sank, and I felt a wave of goosebumps creep up my neck. She continued, her tone a mix of genuine interest and nervousness.

“You’re really into... that… testicle pain, huh?”

I swallowed hard as I tried to find my breath while the heat in my cheeks flushed a deep red.

"I... didn't mean for you to find out like this," I admitted, my voice cracking as I tried to find anything to say to make this less awkward. To my surprise, though, Jess's eyes lit up, and she didn't seem taken aback at all!

“It’s not such a bad thing, really! I mean, I've been wondering about this ever since I saw your history… well, if I’m being honest, a bit longer than that. It's kind of... interesting to me, too.” She said, trying to keep her confidence up, despite her voice trailing off.

Her words hung in the air between us, like a dam had just broken and neither of us was quite sure what to do! Did she really say that? Did my sister just admit she liked ballbusting too?

"Oh? You like it too?! I mean, it looks so fucking painful… but there's something about the intensity, the rush of it..." I blurted out, hardly forming my thoughts fast enough.

Jess nodded thoughtfully, looking me in the eye before glancing away as she realized things were getting heavier than expected.

"I've just… always been curious about, you know, about hurting a guy… there. But I've never actually done anything like that. It's a bit scary, really. Going right for a boy’s... testicles." She said, rubbing her legs together.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me as I realized where this was heading. Did my sister actually want to… kick my balls!?

"You... you want to try it. Like, kicking me there?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, as even saying those words made me quiver.

“Really!? You’d let me kick your balls!” She said, beaming with excitement!

The thought of her slamming her foot into my nuts made me twitch as the reality of all this was almost unreal, and I felt myself walking back on some of my enthusiasm. The idea of her actually kicking me in the testicles was so overwhelming and terrifying!

"Maybe... but umm… actually I think… not a kick. That seems too intense…" I said tentatively as she looked at me with a curious expression, like she was trying to figure something out.

“Well, Maybe... you could just squeeze them slowly? See how it feels?” She asked.

“Y-yea… we could try that!” I stammered as I was losing my mind.

My heart was pounding in my chest as she considered my proposition. It was one thing to watch others endure the pain, but to experience it firsthand with my own sister was so scary! Like, she was going to squeeze my balls!!

"Are you sure?" she asked, her hand hovering hesitantly above my lap as her eyes widened with excitement.

I nodded, granting her silent permission to proceed.

“Let’s go sit on the bed, then.” She whispered. Without even thinking, I got up and shifted over with her and I laid down, with her kneeling down beside me.

She reached out slowly, her fingers finding their way up my shorts and straight to my balls! I didn’t expect her to go… inside, so the touch of her soft hand on my jewels caused me to gasp.

“Is it... OK?” She asked, sensing my hesitation.

“Yeah, i just… Its fine. It’s surprising is all, haha!” I laughed nervously, unsure how to explain that the sensation of my sister’s hand around my testicles was driving me wild.

“Heh, alright. But if that’s true… Ask me for it. I want to hear you say it!” Jess said, suddenly getting way more into this than I expected.

“S-say it?” I stuttered. I knew full well what she meant, but somehow I had to ask, anyway.

“Tell me to squeeze them!” She said with a smile that was half inviting and half mischievous. God… I was in over my head! But I had no choice!

“Please, Jess…. squeeze…. Squeeze my balls!” I begged, immediately drawn to her command.

“Sure thing, big brother~” she said, almost sweetly, before slowly pressing down on my trapped balls!

“Ooh…. god….” I moaned as she squeezed my most delicate area, and I could feel her soft fingers digging into my exposed sexual organs!

As I felt her apply pressure to my testicles, a strange sensation washed over me! It was a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to radiate from everywhere all at once… and through the waves of dull pain, I could feel a slight pleasure pulling from somewhere deep inside me I never fully expected.

“They feel so… weird! Almost squishy, but also kinda hard? I thought they would be softer!” She said, almost teeming with excitement. “I mean… how does it feel to you?”

"It's... it's different from what I expected," I said, my breath hitching as the pain twisted and somehow extenuated the pleasure.

"Oh? Different how?" Jess asked, her curiosity piqued as she watched my reactions closely and somehow making me even more nervous.

"It's intense, but there's something... I don't know, kind of exhilarating about it," I explained, my voice cracking with the sensations all blending together and causing every inch of my body to fight against it.

“Really? That's so... weird! It hurts, but it feels good too though?!” She squeezed a little harder. Her grip was tight yet cautious as her eyes glimmered with fascination as she pushed my balls further.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back how badly this already hurt, as the pain was now a wave that was both overwhelming and insanely satisfying. It was almost as if the pain initially drowned out any enjoyable aspects, only for the pleasure to push back against the agony just enough for me to want even more!

"Yes... no... I mean, it hurts, but in a way that's... confusing, but its… it’s really..." I said, cutting myself off before the words betrayed me.

“Do you want me to stop?” She said, seeming to understand but also not wanting to really hurt me. I shook my head and the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

“No, keep going. Just... go slow, okay?”

Jess nodded, her fingers squeezing with deliberate care as she explored my limits and felt my testicles squish a little more. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced! It was a searing pain that somehow morphed into a unique form of pleasure that almost didn’t make sense, as it sent shockwaves of sensation throughout my body.

"Jess, I... I don't know if I can take much more," I gasped, my body tensing as the pain reached a crescendo as the intensity grew and I teetered on the edge of how much pain I could take!

"Just a bit longer, Kris. You're doing so well, and it's... it's kind of amazing to see you like this," Jess said, squeezing just a little harder, her tender hands causing so much pain as they compressed my delicate balls further!

“I… I don’t know… if…oh fuck… my balls…” I stammered, trying everything I could to endure as my body twitched slightly as the anguish flooded over me.

"Ten more seconds, okay? Can you do that for me?" She asked, and I could hear the excitement in her voice! Having my testicles in her hand gave her so much power over me… and she fucking loved it!

With a nod, I braced myself and took a deep breath. Jess's grip tightened, her fingers digging into my tender orbs with a force that cut my breath! The searing pain consumed my entire being, like a raging inferno that threatened to engulf me as my hand instinctively rose and clasped onto the wrist that was crushing my testicles!

“Oh FUCK! Jess… JESS! My balls, my balls! You’re crushing them!” I howled

“I know! I can feel them kinda changing shape! They feel so funny!” she said, clearly only getting more excited as the pain was exploding through me.

“Yes! You’re squishing them! Ooooh…. Fuck! They’re my… nuts!” I stammered, not knowing what to say other than to repeat myself. I could feel the pain quickly over taking the pleasuring as my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Yeah!” Was all she said!

That’s it? I thought as my whole body bucked with the intensity, and I felt my vision blurred and my muscles twitched as the pure pain of having my testicles flattened overwhelmed me. Every nerve in my sexual organs was firing off nothing but anguish… and all the while, she smiled.

My sister was LOVING crushing my balls!

As the seconds hung in the air like daggers, each one an eternity of pain and ecstasy, I realized something that seemed painfully obvious: my sister, so sweet and innocent, was now literally squeezing my testicles, the most intimate part of myself, and a part that was so sensitive and suffered in the exquisite agony she so eagerly administered. It almost didn’t even seem real!

But the pain made sure I knew it was happening, and I couldn’t avoid it… I was going insane! The pulses of agony were quickly taking over everything inside me, and I felt the urge to jump and pull away, driving everything inside me!

“Jess! OK, please stop! Ooooh… god… I can’t… please stop squeezing them!” I begged as I had hit my limit and gone past it! It felt like at any moment my jewels could crack!

My sister looked up at me, her big eyes almost pleading with me to let her continue, to just let her actually squish my testicles!

“Aww, are you sure? Am I hurting you ballsies too much, big bro?” She said. Her tone was half between mocking and sincere, and my heart did a flip hearing it.

“Y-yes…. please! My balls… Its too much!” I reiterated, now holding onto her wrist for dear life!

“Ok, fine… But, just one more squeeze first!” She said, an evil smirk spreading across her face!

My entire world implode as she tightened her grasp, and those soft fingers quickly squeezed down as hard as she could on my already aching balls!

“HOOOO FUCK! MY NUTS, JESS! JESS! MY NUTS, MY FUCKING NUTS!” I hollered as the pain stabbed through my being and pierced my very existence!

My body twitched uncontrollably and my eyes crossed, then pain swelling from my crotch and into my stomach, churning into a sea of unbridled anguish! And Jess…

… she just giggled. “Aww, this really hurts your balls, doesn’t it~,”

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jess released her grip, her eyes wide with awe as she took in my heaving chest and flushed face while I doubled over into the fetal position, cherishing that she didn’t actually squish my manhood!

"Kris, that was... I can't believe we just did that," she whispered, her voice trembling with a level of pleasure I couldn’t really process.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breath as the remnants of pain refused to leave, and every slight movement caused a new spike!

"I… I can't… believe it either," I admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Despite how much that hurt, I didn’t want to spook her off, so I tried to feign more enthusiasm. "B-but I'm… glad we did."

Jess returned my smile and rubbed my back. Her gentle touch was so comforting, and it actually made the pain subside, just a little.

"Me too, Kris. Me too… but just to let you know. Soon… I’m actually going to kick your balls~”

*

Part 2

(This is a role playing story between two consenting adults)

"Hey Kris, what's up!" Jess said, walking up behind me as I was doing the dishes, giving me a fright.

"Ya know, just the usual, sis," I replied, rinsing a plate.. A chill washed over me as I listened to the water flowing from the tap. I knew she was up to something; she had hadn’t left me alone since… that first time.

Sure enough, without warning, I felt Jess slide her hand down the front of my shorts, her soft fingers wrapping around my balls. She squeezed them gently, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she pushed up against me.

"Got your nuts~" she whispered into my ear as I jumped slightly.

"Oooh... fuck.... my balls, Jess! Again?" I moaned. The pain was already pulsing over me as she squeezed harder on my trapped testicles!

She was so quick now, always getting the perfect grip, and the pain grew as she took a better hold of my jewels and twisted them a little!

"Mhmm, your little nutsies are feeling snug in there. Do they still hurt from earlier?" Jess asked, her voice teasing as she pinched my testicles together. I couldn’t hold back the groan that slipped through my clenched teeth.

"Y-yes, but it's… its fine… " I said through the pain. I didn’t want to discourage her; the way she enjoyed this was something I never thought I’d experience with my own sister, but holy fuck, it ached so bad!

Since that first time Jess squeezed my balls, she’d become obsessed with it. She’d often come to me and instantly go for my nuts, asking questions about the sensation, eager to hear the details of the pain she fell in love with. It was strange; it started off as this little experiment between us, but it quickly became more about her than me, as having this pain in my balls THIS often was overwhelming!

"Mmmm ... fuck… it hurts," I groaned involuntarily, my body tensing as Jess's grip tightened on my testicles and I bucked forward. The sensation was a mix of intense pain and a slight pleasure that was becoming all too familiar. She had a way of making me feel so exposed, so vulnerable, and there was nothing I could do! We lived in the same house. She was always there!

"They're like little water balloons…" Jess giggled, her voice filled with excitement as she squeezed even harder. "Almost squishy! Do you feel that too?"

"Aaargh... yes, I mean... I don't know," I grunted through the pain, trying to keep my composure as she playfully tormented my nuts. Her touch was way more aggressive than when she first started going for my balls, yet she had a way of making it seem almost innocent, as if she was just playing a harmless game. A harmless game with my most sensitive spot!

"Tell me, Kris, am I hurting your ballsies?" she asked, her voice dripping with this faux sweetness. She always talked in a way that made me feel like she was genuinely interested in the sensation she was inflicting, like hearing me say it was part of the joy for her.

"Yes, Jess, you're hurting them," I admitted, my voice strained. Despite any pleasure I found in this, having her ask me questions like this so directly still felt really embarrassing.

"Good! Do you know what would hurt even more?!" She asked.

"Oooh…. fuck! W-what?! " I sputtered, trying to stay calm but failing miserably as I felt her fingers pinching down onto every hypersensitive nerve in my testicles as she got more excited and causing a burst of agony to wash over me.

"If I kicked you right in the nuts!" She said, squeezing tight and sending a shockwave of terror and pain through me, my heart racing at the thought of her delicate foot striking me in the balls!

"Jess.... oooh.... I just... mmmm, my balls.... I don't think I can... take a kick! It hurts so much!" I sputtered out, trying to imagine any way to actually endure such a thing.

"Come on, Kris! Just think about it. The moment my foot connects with your balls, the way they'll squish, and that pain from having... me.... mmmm... your own sister, kicking you straight in the nuts!! And after, when you're all curled up, the look on your face, knowing that I had the power to do that to you!" Her voice was almost desperate, as a slight moan pierced her lips as she thought about it.

The mental image was… overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal as she described the scene so vividly. The mental image that her words created both haunted and fascinated me, and my mind raced... But could I really do it? Could I really let my sister kick me right in the balls?

"Jess, I... I don't know, maybe... just once..." I stammered, my voice shaking with fear. The mere idea was making me sweat!

"Really? You'll let me kick your nuts? Oh, Kris, you're so fucking amazing! OK, OK, spread your legs!" Her eyes lit up as she let out a little squeal of delight.

My knees nearly buckled at her words. Spread my legs? For her to kick me in the balls? Like, right NOW?! Panic set in, but something else did too. A strange sense of anticipation, a thrill that was building rapidly inside me, threatening to burst like a volcano.

"Jess, w-wait, I don't know... right now?!"

Jess released her grip, and she took a step back as I pivoted towards her, her eyes gleaming with what seemed to be pure delight. She had gone from pleading to fully in control in a split second, and my brain was still trying to catch up! The thought of her actually kicking my balls was so intense, so real, and so fucking terrifying that my legs shook!

“Come on, Kris! Don’t be such a baby! You said you’d let me! You want it! I know you do! You love when I squeeze your balls, and this will just be even better, right? Right!?” Jess said, her voice so intent on getting what she wanted.

She took another step back as she brought one leg back, giving me space as she judged the distance, and the tension was almost intoxicating!

"Spread your legs just a little further, Kris, and put your hands behind your back. I don’t want you blocking them instinctively!" Jess instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a fresh wave of fear through my trembling body.

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nerves that were bubbling in my throat. She was serious. My sister actually wanted to kick my balls, and here I was, about to let it happen. I did as she said, my legs shaking as I widened my stance, exposing my crotch to her.

"Good boy," Jess purred, her hands on her hips, her posture screaming with confidence. "God... this is going to hurt so fucking much!!"

My eyes widened like saucers as she took her position, her body slightly twisting as she prepared to do the unthinkable. And just like that, she launched her leg forward with a speed that was surprising for someone her size, and her foot connected with my testicles with a sickening thud that echoed through the kitchen!

"Ooooh no!! Uuuuuuuuuu" I howled as my cry turned into sad moans. The second Jess's foot contacted my balls, it was as if the universe had imploded right between my legs. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that I couldn't do anything but collapse onto the cold, hard kitchen floor, my legs curling up into a fetal position.

The pain was SOO much worse than I ever imagined! How could this hurt this fucking much!? I squinted my eyes shut as the blasts of pain pulsed from seemingly everywhere and my whole body twitched! My legs kicked involuntarily as I tried ANYTHING, anything to help the pain go away! But… it didn’t help.

“My god, that was AMAZING! Did you feel how they just... squished against my foot?! It's like... I can still feel the impact, Kris! Wow, I can't believe it! I actually kicked you! I kicked you right in the nuts!”

Jess was practically bouncing with pleasure, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of her first successful ball kick as I laid there, writhing in pain. She had always loved the power she had over me with her squeezes, but this was a whole new level!

"It must've hurt so much, didn't it? Having your sister kick you right in the balls like that..." Jess said, letting out a slight moan at the same time. "Please... tell me... did it?"

I was barely breathing, my vision swimming with stars. The pain was unbearable, but somehow, I nodded and gasp out a "Yes…"

"W-why..." She immediately asked. The question almost didn't seem real. What did she expect?

“Huh?” I questioned, unsure how to even process her request

“Why did it… hurt!?” she chirped back, bending down to rub my back as I rocked with pain. What did she expect? Or, wait… she just… wanted me to say it…

“It…. You just… kicked me in the balls…” I sighed, admitting again that she had hurt me so badly by going for my testicles.

She bit her lip, and one of her hands sunk below the horizon as she let out a soft moan.

“Mmmm fuck yea…. I kicked them, I kicked your nuts so fucking hard! And now…. I’m never going to stop, Kris… ‘cause I love kicking you in the balls!"

My Sisters Threats

My Sisters Threats

By BallbustingFanatic

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“You really should be careful! You know I could smack you in the nuts and win, right?” My sister said, turning at me with a grin before swinging her hand between my legs, stopping just short of hitting my balls!

“J-just… focus on the game!” I said back, my voice cracking embarrassingly. She just giggled and turned back to the game.

God, she was such a torment! My older sister, Britney, was basically flawless. She did amazingly in school, had tons of friends, and had a perfect body she loved to show off, always letting her massive cleavage spill out of all of her tops while never wearing a bra at home…

But that wasn’t the most annoying part. Over the past few years, she’s gotten into the habit of threatening me. Well… to be more specific, she was threatening my balls!

It started when we were watching a movie where this guy annoyed his girlfriend, so she hit him between the legs! I was kinda shocked to see it, but even more so by my sister’s reaction! She loved it! She immediately burst out laughing and turned to me.

“Oh wow! She got him right in his balls! And look at his face! Hahaha! You know, Kris, maybe I should try kicking you In your nuts when you annoy me!” My sister said, clearly enamored with the thought of going for my jewels.

From that point on, every chance she got, she’d warn me about my balls! “Oh, I could totally kick your nuts right now!” or “How bad would it hurt if I punched your balls!”

She was relentless, but she had never ACTUALLY hit me in the balls… which is something that surprised me a little. The weirdest part, though, was that it was messing with my head!

I had seen boys get hit between the legs before, and it always looked so painful! Sometimes they’d laugh a little too, but most times they just turned into a puddle of agony on the ground and sobbed!

I was so worried that eventually, Britney was actually going to kick me in the balls! And that’s kinda what was messing with me. Despite how painful it looked, and how terrified I was that my sister was going to hit me in the crotch… it also made me… excited to think about it?!

It was so confusing! Every time she threatened to hit me there, my heart raced, and I became so anxious that she might do it! It was so dreadful to think about how much it was going to hurt, especially if she kicked me in the balls! But… I also… started getting hard when I heard her say it…

After we finished up the game, I hurried to my room and sat on the bed, thinking about her threats again. Like, ugh, it’s so strange! It’s like I want her to try it, to really kick me in the nuts! But, it’s going to hurt so much, and like… what if she just never does it?

I was hard as a rock and lost in my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, despite knowing it was only my sister who was home.

“It’s me, Duh? Can I come in?”

“Yes... Fine.”

Britney opened the door and walked in while I scurried to hide my erection and put my hands over my lap.

“Why did you run off so quick, you weirdo? We still have to make dinner!”

“No… I mean that’s alright. I’ll eat later!” I said, really not wanting to stand up.

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of helping me! Get up!”

She then reached over and grabbed my arms, trying to pull me forward, but I resisted and yanked my arms back. Startled by my sudden movement, she lost her grip, and I ended up falling back onto the bed. Not missing a beat, she followed me down, sitting next to me and pushing her hand between my legs, quickly taking hold of my balls!

“Now, do I need to squeeze your nuts, or are you going to come help me?!” She said with a playful grin as she gently tightened her grip.

My eyes shot wide as I felt her fingers grabbing hold of my testicles, and the slightest tinge of pain washed over me, causing me to hold my breath for a moment. I couldn’t believe she grabbed me… there! My hands instantly wrapped around her wrists, trying to pry her off me!

“Wait! N-no! Don’t… don’t squeeze them!”

“Well! Let’s go… wait… are you hard?!” she asked.

Releasing her grip, she giggled, showing almost as much surprise as I did. My heart sank as I heard those words come from her mouth. I didn’t even know how to react, as the embarrassment took hold of me.

“I just… I mean…. it’s not what you think!“

“You were only up here for a second! What could you… oh my god!” she exclaimed as she pieced together what was happening. “Did you get hard because I grabbed your balls!?”

My mind was racing and not knowing what to do with myself, I stood up, then sat back down. Could I admit it? Did it even matter at this point? She was going to believe whatever she had in her head anyway…

“I don’t… I don’t know. It’s j-just, there’s something about how y-you…” I stuttered, not sure why I was even saying this. It was like I got caught up in the moment and having this unusual chance to admit it, almost felt relieving.

“About how I what? Squeezed your balls?!” She said, snickering a little as she crossed her arms.

“Not just that… you’re like… always threatening to hit me in the nuts, Britney! I don’t know what happened but… it just… does something…“

“Wow, just… wow!” She stood up from the bed and looked down at me for a second before shaking her head and laughing. “I really didn’t know. It’s like, normally, that just hurts guys, right? I had no idea you could enjoy having your balls kicked!”

“Well, I don’t know if…” I swallowed hard. The words were sticking in my throat and I looked at the floor.

“You don’t know what?”

“I don’t know if I actually like being hit there!” I blurted out. My sister snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so no one has ever hit you in the balls before?”

“N-no…” Hearing her say that made me twitch a little. It was beyond embarrassing to have her ask me this kind of stuff, and I felt my face flushing as I tried to look her in the eye before turning my head away again.

“Hahaha, well, I could kick your nuts!”

“H-huh?!” I said stupidly like I didn’t hear. Did she… did she just offer to kick me? My own sister?

“Yeah! I could totally just kick your balls, and you can see how it feels!”

She was getting so excited, and her enthusiasm was almost encouraging, but, god… could I? Like, this was going to hurt so much! To just let her kick me… right in the testicles was something I had thought about but, it just looks so painful!

“I don’t know Britney… it’s just that hurts so much! I don’t really… it’s too much…”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a pussy! You know you’re curious! Look, stand up, let’s try! Let your big sister kick your nuts!”

She reached out again, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. She was right. I truly wanted to try it, but fuck… the pain! Every time I saw someone get hit in the balls, it was such a brutal experience. Plus, I heard sometimes people get sick from having their testicles hurt, and they can get bruised… the thought of it was giving me so much anxiety, but there was something else inside me, almost begging me to let it happen. The conflicting emotions were pulling me in so many directions!

“Are you sure this is… ok?” I asked, trying to convince myself more than anything else.

“Look, Kris, it’s just a kick in the nuts. It’s really NOT a big deal! Now hurry, spread your legs!” she said, almost annoyed that I was worried about having my testicles kicked.

I took a deep breath and tried to steel my nerves. Was this happening? After all her threats, I was going to let my sister kick me in the balls? My heart was pounding out of my chest as I looked across at her and slowly opened my legs. I was trembling. The thought of this happening was so crazy, and I had to keep reminding myself to breathe every few seconds.

“Just… not too hard, please?!”

“Hahaha, ok, you’re actually going to let me kick you in the family jewels! Get ready!” she said as she quickly swung her leg back, before throwing it forward and between my legs… but involuntarily, I closed my legs and she caught my knees with her foot!

“Ow! What the fuck Kris!” She yelled as she bent over, nursing her aching foot! “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, it was just a refl-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before she stood back up and twisted her hips, rocketing a kick much harder and much faster this time, straight into my unprotected testicles! Her foot made perfect contact, flattening both my balls brutally, and my vision spun.

“OOOOOH… NNNGH… M-MY BALLS… BRITNEY… TOO HARD…. OOOH FUCK MY BALLS! IT HURTS!”

I felt this wave of pain explode inside my testicles as if someone had set off a bomb that radiated this strange cold fire. It grabbed hold of me and dragged me to the ground, my legs unable to hold me up through the agony. I grabbed hold of my balls, half expecting them to be completely squished, but thankfully they were still intact… but the pain, oh my god… the pain, the fucking pain!

“Good! You really hurt my foot!” she chirped, more worried about her sore foot than my crushed balls. “You’re lucky I don’t squeeze your nuts too!”

“Hnnnn… please.. don’t… oooh fuck, my balls! I didn’t… I didn’t think…”

Britney stood up from rubbing her foot and crossed her arms again, looking down at me with a smile, and I met her gaze for a second. My heart melted at that moment, having my big sister literally looking down on me after kicking my balls so fucking hard… she hurt my most vulnerable spot so badly, and she was just… smiling…

“Didn’t think what? That it would hurt so much? Hahaha, I mean, I kicked your nuts as hard as I fucking could! Of course, it hurt! So, tell me, is it what you wanted? Did your big sissy hurt your ballsies too much?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm, knowing full well this was way beyond what I wanted. The pain was different from anything I’d ever felt, and I could feel my stomach doing flips and twisting as the waves of anguish continued to hit me.

Through it all, though, I was still hard as a rock! The pain was so violent, and having my sister mock me for how much she could hurt my manhood, was almost intoxicating! This unusual blend of pain and pleasure. But ugh, it hurt way too fucking much!

“It’s… oooh… it hurts! M-my balls, they’re... I think that’s enough for me…”

Britney slowly walked over to the door, turning around just before she left to look at me with an evil smile.

“Hahaha, I bet it hurts. But, I get the feeling I’m going to be kicking your balls a lot more often from now on.”

Controlling My Brother's Balls!

Controlling My Brother's Balls!

By BallbustingFanatic

*

It started innocently enough. I was playing with my older brother, Kris, who is two years older than me but quite bigger. We were having a good time, wrestling and laughing, as we often did. It was mostly playful, we were both pretty athletic and stubborn, so it was common for us to scuffle.

But that's when I got a mischievous idea. I knew about how easy it was to hurt a guy by hurting his balls, and was always tempted to try it but I could never pull the trigger on him... but as he spun me around on the floor, and I felt my hand graze against his crotch, I just had to do it.

At first, I was a little nervous about it. It seemed a bit wrong, like something I shouldn’t be doing. He would never expect it, and it was going to hurt so badly...but then I thought about how much more powerful I would be if I could control him just by going for those dangling balls between his legs.... I couldn't hold back.

I grabbed his arm and pinned him down to the ground. He started to struggle, but I just held him tighter. Then, with a quick burst, I reached down and grabbed his unsuspecting balls. He let out a gasp as I squeezed them.

I’d never grabbed a guy’s crotch like this before, and feeling his trapped testicles slowly compress as I continued to clamp down was… intoxicating. Those tight little orbs causing him so much pain, and I hardly had to even try.

“W-what are you doing!” he says, the desperation that was clear in his voice sending a chill down my spine and giving me an amazing burst of confidence.

“I’m squeezing your balls, can’t you tell?” I can’t help but giggle as I watch his face twist for a moment as he tries to maintain composure.

I could feel the control I had over him, and it was like nothing else id experienced. He was too scared and shocked to move as I softened my grip. I felt a rush of power and I knew I had him.

“Don’t move, or i’ll crush ‘em like grapes,” twisting his balls in my hand I could see the fear in his eyes, and I loved it. I enjoyed being able to control him like this, and I wanted to keep doing it.

“Oh god, please don’t…. Uuuhh, crush my balls! Please Claire, let them go!!”

He flinched every time I even slightly tightened my grip on his balls. I could see the fear and the understanding in his eyes, and I knew he knew exactly what I was going to do, and I bit my lip as I took in the strength I had in that moment. My body shuddering slightly as I utterly dominated my brother by hurting his nuts.

“It's been this easy all along, huh? All I had to do was pinch your cherries, and you lose,” I said, giving his testicles a hard but quick squeeze. He gasped in pain, but still didn’t move aside from clutching at my wrist involuntarily, trying to pry my hand away from his aching manhood. I could feel the power I had over him, and it was thrilling. With one final brutal squeeze, I released my grip, and watched him lay there, panting, as he curled up into a ball.

“But… why, why did you squeeze… my balls Claire?” His voice was almost sad as he realized how pathetic he sounded.

“Oh, because I wanted to~”

With that, I stood up, chuckled at his miserable state and couldn't help but skip away as he lay there in agony.

From that day on, I used my newfound control over him whenever I wanted. Whenever he misbehaved, I would grab his balls and give them a good squeeze. He would always obey me after that, and I loved it. It was the perfect way to keep him in line.

As time went on, I grew more and more confident in my ability to control him. I experimented, trying out different techniques. He would do anything I told him if I squeezed really hard.

I also found that if I varied the intensity of my squeeze slowly, I could allow him to slightly ‘adapt’ to the pain before clamping down on his poor jewels with everything I have, flooding his body with that uniquely masculine pain. This was… insanely satisfying…

It was amazing and I could feel the rush of power every time I squeezed his balls… I owned his balls.

My brother eventually understood that I had complete control over him. He knew that all he had to do was obey me and I wouldn’t go for his nuts. He even started to comply with my orders without me having to squeeze his balls. I liked that he was so obedient, and I could tell he was enjoying it too. We had a new understanding between us, and it was a powerful one.

His testicles were weak, and I was going to take advantage of it.

The double-edged sword was that I could control my brother, but I also had the ‘responsibility’ of using it wisely. I knew I could easily ‘abuse’ my power and found the temptation to escalate my torment of his family jewels becoming more and more intense.

He was doing everything I said, even started being more polite… but I wanted to hurt them anyway… I needed to hurt his balls.

I know it would be satisfying to see the look of pain on his face when I make my move. It's enough to make me smirk in anticipation. I love the idea of him being so caught off-guard that he can't do anything but groan in agony as my foot crushes his poor nuts... It's a feeling of power, and I knew I couldn't resist much longer.

Until this point, I had just been using his balls as a way to keep him in line, but something inside me forced me to act. Even though he had done nothing wrong, I had to do it.

I had to kick his nuts.

I had to kick his nuts HARD.

So a few days later when I saw him bent over in the hallway, rummaging through the bottom of the closet looking for god knows what… I knew I had to take advantage of the moment.

I crept up behind him, my mind flooding with delight as I thought about the look of pain that would soon be on his face. As I reared my foot back, I felt my whole body quiver and a wave of pleasure washed over me… knowing that I was about land the perfect kick, right in his poor, pathetic, fragile, sensitive… balls.

I stepped forward and brought my leg back as far as I could before rocketing it forward. It was a precise kick, and my foot made contact with his tender scrotum, crushing the delicate orbs inside straight into his body.

“MY NUTS, MY NUTS, MY NUTS! CLAIRE, MY FUCKING NUTS!”

His voice was almost cracking as he howled in agony as his face contorted in pain before letting out a guttural scream. I felt a rush of adrenaline as my foot connected with his most vulnerable targets.

He doubled over, trying to cup his injured genitals as I stepped back and watched as he writhed in pain on the ground. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that I could do this so easily, and whenever I wanted… I hardly had to even try.

Eventually, he managed to stand up, still clutching his groin. I looked him in the eye and saw the humiliation on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

I smiled and said, “Mmm yes, I got your poor ballsies good, didn’t I? Well get used to it, because from now on… your nuts are my toys, and I like to play rough.”

My Step-Sister Annie Kicks My Balls!

My Step-Sister Annie Kicks My Balls!

By BallbustingFanatic

*

My sister Annie and I have both been working from home this summer, Annie has an internship where she can work from anywhere, and I've been doing a research project for one of my college professors that keeps me home and on the computer most days. Our parents both work, so it's usually just the two of us at home during the day.

Annie has always been… hot. My friends often joke that she must have a different father than me. I just laugh it off, but I have to admit that she looks good, even to me, her younger brother.

She only wears panties and a tank top when she works at home… usually skipping the bra, and she looks amazing. Her breasts fill out the tank top nicely. I swear they must have grown since she got the shirt, since her boobs stick out of the sides quite a bit… and god… they swing as she walks, it's impossible not to stare.

As usual, I stopped in her room while on my break today and seen sitting on her bed working on her computer. She was leaning just far forward enough to give me an amazing view of her perfect cleavage! Annie has long blonde hair, an insanely cute face, and porcelain skin. Her breasts were surprisingly big, and really just perfect, and as I peered down her shirt, I could just see the tops of her perfectly pink puffy nipples…. Fucking awesome.

"Look at these cute tank tops! I have to try them all on!" she said excitedly as she ripped into packages that I just picked up from outside. She showed me a couple. I wanted to see all of them on her, thin fabric and some were REALLY low cut.

"You'll have to show me the best ones," I said, trying to sound innocent.

"Yeah, I'll wear the best one at lunch," she said. "Hey, I better get back to work now. See you later."

I left her room and went back to mine, as I had a ton of work to finish myself. After a while of coding, I snapped out of the zone I was in and was surprised to look up and see it was nearly lunchtime. I headed out of my room to see what we might have in the kitchen. On the way I went by Annie's room, her door was partway open. She stood in front of her mirror, admiring herself in one of her new tank tops. God… She looked hot, I mean, really hot.

I stood outside her doorway and couldn’t help but stare, as the outline of her breasts through the thin tank top was mesmerizing. Then she suddenly whipped the shirt off over her head, allowing her large breasts to pop out and bounce around before settling naturally.

She walked back over to her bed topless, and she picked up the pile of shirts and looked at them. She held one up, then the other… god… her tits had me completely hypnotized. I looked down at my shorts and my cock was hard, pushing up against the fabric and straining to get out.

She pulled on a white tank top, then stood in front of her mirror and started to dance! With each movement, her breasts bounced, making the gorgeous sight even better! I couldn't help it… I reached down and put my hand on my cook, slowly stroking it. It seemed like time stopped, and all I wanted was to bury my face between those breasts.

Then she pulled her tank top off over her head and my eyes widened as I watched her boobs bounce and jiggle as they tumbled from her top… GOD, what a perfect set of tits. She looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts in her hands, then she danced around the room again, this time topless. Her breasts swayed hypnotically as I stared at her from behind her door… fuck; she was stunning. But then she stopped suddenly.

"Matt?! What the fuck are you doing?"

Holy shit, it didn't occur to me that she might see me as she moved around the room. What a fucking moron!

"Uh, I was just walking by on my way to the kitchen…. I saw you dancing, and I didn't want to interrupt," I answered quickly.

She looked at my shorts and saw my boner sticking out like a tent…

"No, I heard you walking by a minute ago. It's pretty obvious that you've been watching me. You fucking perv!" she said. She walked towards me, only stopping right in front of me.

"You shouldn't have done that!" she said.

As she spoke, she drew her leg back and then shot her foot forward, and blasted it up into my balls HARD. She caught me completely off guard and fucking smashed both my testicles brutally. I tried to breathe, but couldn't get any air. The pain exploded through me as I looked at her and I felt my legs give out from underneath me. I crumpled to the floor in agony, unable to process that… that… she just flattened my balls!

“Oooooh FUCK Annie!! MY balls! You just kicked my balls!!” I howled, the surprise pain just flooded every inch of my body!

"You fucker!" she said.

I was lying on my back and my legs must have been just far enough apart for her to get her foot between them. She nailed me again.

"OOOOOF!" I moaned. “OH! NOO… NGHHHHHHH,”

"And you still have a fucking hard on!" she said as she tried to kick me again as I got both hands on my balls, I curled up and covered up.

"Stop, Annie, stop! Not my nuts!!" I moaned. She stood over me, looking down in anger.

"No Matt, I'm not done with them yet. GET UP!"

I couldn't do it. I rolled onto my hands and knees, but I was still curled up and I was still protecting my balls in case she blasted my aching balls again.

"GET UP NOW!"

"O-okay, I'm trying," I stammered. I held onto the door and pulled myself up. She was still topless and even in agony I had to admire her breasts, just fucking perfect.

"You have the balls to stare at my tits still?" she said, looking at me with disdain. "Fucking pervert."

I was afraid she was going to kick me again, and my nuts already hurt so fucking much… I was holding my cock and balls with one hand, the other was on the door, helping me stand.

"You've seen my tits take off your shorts, Matt," she said.

I didn't move, I just looked at her, confused.

"Do it now, or you'll get kick you right in your fucking nuts again," she said.

"Okay," I groaned, I didn't know what else to do! She was in charge now… I pulled my shorts down, my cock popped up as I pulled them down. She looked at my erection, my hand was covering my balls, my cock was pointing at her.

"I just can't fucking believe you, standing there with an erection while you peep on your sister," she said while I struggled to stay standing.

"You look amazing, Annie! I'm sorry I was watching you, but you are really beautiful!"

I really meant it, and I wasn't just trying to calm her down. I managed to stand up straight. I tried to hold on to some shred of dignity.

"That's nice, Matt, I'm glad you enjoyed my tits… but this is not acceptable, and your balls are going to pay for it!" she said, and before I could even move, her foot shot up again, straight into both my tender balls again, crushing them violently into my torso.

“FUCK! MY NUTS, NOT MY NUTS OOOOH FUCK, WHY DO YOU KEEP KICKING MY NUTS!!” I cried out as I dropped to the floor again, the pain gripping me all over in its terrible embrace as I kick my legs to do anything to ease the agony!

"Because they're easy to hurt, and as long as I aim for your nuts, I'll always be able to make you regret it!" she slammed the door on me and went back into her room.

I lay on the floor outside her door for a few minutes, just trying to recover. God, she was right, my balls were easy to hurt… and still she kicked them so hard, anyway! Once I was able, I made my way crawling down the hall to the bathroom. I locked the door and put on the light so I could check my balls. I sat on the edge of the toilet and felt around them. They seemed to still be intact, but they were sore as fuck. My cock was still hard. Really hard. For some reason, getting kicked in the balls by my own sister had me really… excited.

There was something about it. She was my sister, beautiful and sweet, and yet, she hit me… there; she kicked me as hard as she could in my testicles! Over and over, aiming right for my most sensitive spot, slamming her dainty little foot into my sexual organs and causing so much brutal pain… a pain she’ll never even know.

I couldn't help myself! After I was done checking my balls, I took my cock in my hand and squeezed it. I almost let out a moan. I was so close to cumming, the pain in my balls mixed with the pleasure of my hand on my cock.

My mind was filled with the image of Annie naked, dancing around her room, her breasts swinging. I couldn't get the image out of my head. I didn't want to jerk off, but I was already so far down that path there was no turning around. I spun around and pointed my cock into the toilet. In just a few strokes, my cock erupted. I blasted cum into the toilet.

"OH FUCK!" I moaned, much louder than I wanted to… I hoped Annie didn't hear me, but it felt so fucking good.

"OHHHHHH! FUCK!" More and more cum splashing into the toilet. It was getting ridiculous! I thought I might fill the toilet. What an incredible orgasm, what the fuck was going on. It seemed like my brain had short-circuited.

I sat in the bathroom for a long time as, honestly, I was scared to come out. Through the door, I heard Annie head downstairs for lunch, so I slinked back to my room. I lay on my bed with my balls aching and I just hid out for the rest of the afternoon.

Annie came by my room in the late afternoon and, for whatever reason, she brought me a banana to eat.

"You haven't left your room all afternoon. Are you okay?" she asked.

“I'm okay, they’re just… sore…”

"Hehe… about that, sorry I got so mad. I probably shouldn’t be kicking my own brother in the nuts THAT hard, especially that last one! I actually felt them get squished!" She couldn’t help but giggle despite trying to apologize.

"It's okay, I deserved it," I admitted. "I just hope we can get back to being buddies again."

"We are, to be honest, I don't even really mind you watching me. You surprised me and I lost my temper! Besides, who could blame you? I have really great tits." She smiled at me, then walked out of my room.

She was right. She really does have amazing tits.

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!

Sister's Squeeze

Sister's Squeeze

By BallbustingFanatic

*

As I slid my fingers up his shorts, I could feel my brother’s balls, and slowly wrapped my soft fingers around them. I could detect that he was anxious about me having my hands on his testicles.

He instinctively reached for my wrist before anything even happened. He looked at me with a wide-eyed gaze and asked me in a wavering voice, “Are you sure about this?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. Are YOU sure about this? Your jewels are the ones going to be squeezed, and trust me, I’m going to make it hurt a LOT.” Seeing how embarrassed and worried he already was, I couldn’t help but to giggle. I hadn’t even done anything yet, and he was so worried about his balls!

I smiled reassuringly and inched closer to him, gripping his sack with a more gentle touch as I spoke to him. ‘It’s OK,’ I said in a soothing voice. ‘I’m here to talk you through this. I’ll start with a light squeeze just so you can feel it, and then I’ll adjust the pressure. Let me know when it gets too intense for your nuts, OK?’

With my hand still cupped around his balls, I manipulated them in my palms, pushing each one slightly as I applied gentle pressure. My brother immediately tensed up his body and let out a little moan of pleasure and pain.

I could feel his nuts compressing as I continued to rub my fingers over his jewels and slowly squeeze them. They were almost elastic in my hand, responsive to pressure, but oddly resilient. The sensation must have been intense for him, as he was twitching and shuffling around a lot more.

“How is it? Am I hurting your balls?” I ask, mostly sarcastically, to tease him, but he was lost in his own pain and took it seriously.

‘Oooh… yes! It hurts, but… It-It feels... different,’ my brother said in a hushed whisper. His breathing was growing heavier as I increased the grip I had on his nuts and continued to massage them with a slow, measured rhythm.

I smiled and said encouragingly, ‘Oh? It’s not too bad? Then perhaps I should squeeze your nuts harder?!’

I smirked a little as my brother’s body immediately tensed up and he grabbed my wrist reflexively while I crushed down on his trapped testicles harder and harder, feeling them start to warp their shape as my fingers pressed into them.

“Hnggg… My, my balls! Ooooh….” He groaned, unable to really process anything more coherent.

My brother closed his eyes as I kept up the pressure on his balls, and I could feel his body tremble from the pain coursing through him.

As I kept a grip on his jewels, I felt a wave of excitement sweep over me. I kept my hand steady as I quickly adjusted my grip on his aching balls, squeezing them harder than I ever had before.

The sight of my brother’s face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure and pain as I increased the strength of my grip nearly sent me over the edge. I felt a delightful thrill of power as I kept squeezing harder and harder, causing him to cry out in pain.

As I pinched down, and dug my fingers deep into his balls, I could see he was at his limit, but I kept hold of his balls for a few extra seconds longer, savoring the feeling of crushing the life out of his family jewels.

God, I fucking love squeezing my brother’s nuts!

“FUCK! LET GO, PLEASE! YOUR CRUSHING MY NUTS OUUUGH… MY NUTS, MY NUTS!!”

Hearing him beg like that after having asked me to squeeze them made me laugh. How pitiful was he that he desired his own sister to crush his testicles, but in the end, was pleading for mercy!

Finally, I released my grip, and he fell back into my arms, exhausted. His breathing and heart rate returned to normal as we lay on the bed. When my brother looked back at me with a look of appreciation, I knew something had changed. His nuts were mine now. And I was going to Have fun abusing them

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The kitchen was abuzz with the scent of sizzling steak and garlic bread as my brother and I sat down at the dinner table. He wore his usual plaid button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone, as if he was showing off for someone… from the outline of his crotch but he was still only wearing shorts. His hair was mussed, like he'd been running his fingers through it all day.

I, on the other hand, had opted for a flowy floral dress that highlighted my cleavage perfectly, my long hair pulled back into a messy bun. My outfit was intentional, however, as it was one of those rare moments when we were both home and I could feel a strange mix of excitement and nervousness in my stomach.

I glanced over at him as Mom poured us a drink and then returned to the couch. She always ate her meals directly in front of the TV.

Once she sat down, I caught my eyes lingering on my brother’s face for a beat longer than necessary. There was something different about him tonight, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. He seemed... distracted. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel a surge of mischief bubbling up inside me.

Just as I took a sip of my drink, I reached across the table and casually placed my hand between his legs. He jumped in his seat, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What are you… doing?!" he sputtered, trying to play it cool. But I could see the excitement dancing in his eyes. I grinned, feeling a thrill run through me as I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

"Oh, come on, you know you like it… plus, what if I give these a FLICK," I teased, giving him a wink. With that, I leaned over and gave his balls a hard flick, watching as he let out a little grunt. His face turned a bright shade of red as he tried to deal with that sharp pain that was now flowing through him.

"N-not now! You... can't do that here!"

He was trying to play it cool, but I could see the heat rising in his cheeks. His hand inched hesitantly towards his crotch, as if he wanted to push mine away, but was too embarrassed to make a move. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power rush through me at his obvious discomfort.

He tried to push his legs together to defend against my hand, but keeping his arms above the table meant there was no actual way for him to stop me from teasing and flicking his tender jewels.

"hehe, I think I can do whatever I want with your defenceless cherries!" I whisper before flicking his right ball again, this time much harder.

“Oooooh… god….” He let out a slight moan as he recoiled from the pain. With Mom sitting across from us, her presence seemed to have my poor brother stuck between a rock and having his balls tormented!

I gave them another flick, just for good measure, before I darted into his shorts and grabbed them firmly, squeezing gently at first. It was a hot day, and his nuts were dangling almost perfectly in his shorts, allowing me to get the perfect grip!

"Ooh, are they enjoying the attention?" I teased.

He squirmed in his seat, his face reddening even further. His breathing became shallow, his chest rising and plunging as he struggled to maintain control.

“Sarah! Don’t… Squeeze them! Please… not like this, not… my balls!” He hissed, still trying to keep quiet.

I smiled to myself, enjoying the power I had over him. His balls were so firm in my hand, but they also compressed slightly around my fingers as I increased the pressure. The sensation was beyond addicting! Knowing just how much it would hurt if I drove my fingers deep into his sensitive nuts and how each second was driving him deeper into pure anguish.

While my squeeze was still quite gentle, I pressed down hard for a moment, eliciting a small gasp from him. His hands clenched into fists on the table, nails digging into the wood as he tried to focus on something, anything other than his sister’s hand flattening his nuts!

"How bad does it hurt, brother? Can you feel your balls being crushed and squeezed as I dig my fingers into all those tender nerves? Do you really want me to stop?"

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation, but I knew he couldn't resist. He was like putty in my hand.

"N-no," he stuttered. "I mean... you can't just... it’s too much! I can’t...."

I chuckled, amused by his helplessness. "But you like it, don't you?" I pressed, squeezing his balls a little harder. He let out a small groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. I could feel his cock beginning to harden against my arm.

Mom was still oblivious, lost in the TV or hammering away something on her phone.. all while her precious daughter was happily squeezing her brother's poor testicles!

I let my other hand slide up his thigh to his abdomen, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his back arched slightly as he tried to hide the pleasure from my touch. His cock was now rock hard, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like in my hand.

"You know you want me to," I whispered, pressing harder against his sensitive flesh. "You want your sister to make you feel good." I moved my hand back down, giving his hardening cock a squeeze through his shorts. He jolted in his seat, his eyes flying open.

"H-Hey! You're not supposed to do that!" he stammered, his eyes flitting back and forth between me and mom. I couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.

"What's the matter, big bro? Can't handle a little teasing?" I asked, giving his cock another squeeze through his shorts. He let out a small moan, his hips bucking again.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked, my voice low and teasing. He looked away, but I could see the heat in his cheeks. His cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts, desperate for release.

"Y-yes... but you... can't... I mean I'm going to..."

“Going to what, bro? You know you can't resist. Go ahead. Let it happen.” I leaned closer, my boobs pushing against his shoulder.

He closed his eyes tightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought against the pleasure and the pain. His cock twitched in my hand, the tip pressing against the fabric of his shorts.

"No… I can't... not here..."

But it was too late. His words were hollow, his body betraying him as he arched his back, pressing his hips against my hand. I squeezed his nuts harder, feeling them warp slightly under my grip. His cock twitched again, harder this time, and I could feel the heat radiating from it through the thin material of his shorts.

"Oh, shit… Oh fuck... Sarah…"

I smiled to myself, feeling pure joy as I watched my brother melt in front of me. His cock was so desperate, straining against the fabric of his shorts, and I couldn’t resist taking advantage of the situation. With one hand, I gripped his nuts tightly, squeezing them until he let out a small cry. With the other, I reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock, beginning to stroke it up and down his length.

While Mom was seemingly lost in her own world, I could feel my brother's body tense beneath my touch, his hips pushing helplessly against my hand. His cock throbbed in my grip, and I could almost feel the hot liquid building up inside him.

I squeezed his nuts harder, feeling the weight of them in my palm. His cock jerked violently in my hand, and I knew he was close. His face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could tell he was struggling between the pleasure and the pain, the need to release and the fear of being caught.

"Oh fuck, please, sis... my nuts! You’re crushing my nuts!" He whimpered, trying to keep his voice down while also emphasizing his pain.

His cries only heightened the pleasure I derived from our little game. I increased the pressure on his nuts, feeling them give slightly beneath my fingers. His cock starting to get slick in my hand as a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his erection dripped down onto my hand. His eyes squeezed shut as he fought against the pleasure and the pain.

"Aww, am I hurting your poor ballsies? It must be so hard to be my brother, always having to deal with me going right for your nuts!"

"It's not fair, sis! You know it feels so good, but it hurts so bad!" He groaned in frustration, his cock begging my hand to let it cum.

"Well, I guess you can't have it all, can you? Your little balls just can't handle the pleasure." I twisted his balls a little while, increasing the pace of my strokes, driving him wild as he lost all semblance of control and was giving in to the amazing sensations that overwhelmed his body.

"Oh fuck, sis," he groaned. "I can't... I’m cumming!" His words trailed off as his hips bucked helplessly against my hand before he spread his legs wide, letting the pleasure wash over him as he became to erupt.

Hot cum spurted from his cock, soaking through his shorts and staining the fabric beneath. He arched his back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as spurt after spurt of his thick seed shot out and pure ecstasy coursed through his body.

His nuts tightened and relaxed in my palm, and I squeezed as hard as I could on his hard working testicles! Each contraction sending another jet of cum onto his leg as the pleasure and pain spiraled together!

"Oh fuck, that's it! Cum for me, let it all out! Ahhhhh, it feels so good to have your nuts squeezed!" I purred into his ear, nipping at his earlobe with my teeth! He arched his back, thrusting his hips forward, his cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied himself mindlessly!

I felt his muscles relax as the orgasm faded, but I wasn't finished with him yet! I released his nuts and watched him sit there, legs sprawled open as I drew my hand back and punched him in the testicles as hard as I could! There was a loud, satisfying smack as my fist connected with his soft, vulnerable flesh, crushing his empty nuts against the unforgiving chair.

"OOOOH FUCK! MY BALLS! MY BALLS! NGHHHHHH!!! MY FUCKING BALLS!"

The room fell silent as my brother's anguished cry echoed through the air. His legs snapped shut, his body curling inward as he clutched his throbbing nuts. He collapsed to the floor, and I could see the pain etched into every muscle of his body.

Mom finally pivoted towards us, as the howls coming from my brother were impossible to avoid.

"What happened to him?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

I couldn't help but smirk as I looked down at my brother, still curled up on the floor, clutching his nuts and letting out the occasional whimper.

"Oh, I was bored, so I punched his balls!" I giggled, feigning innocence. "But maybe I hit them a bit too hard, though!"

Mom's expression went from surprise to amusement in an instant.

"Well, you know your brother can be a bit of a drama queen sometimes, he'll be alright. I'm sure he's just overreacting."

I shrugged, feigning indifference. "Yeah, maybe. But it was funny watching him squirm like that, wasn't it?" I glanced at Mom, hoping for a knowing smile or a sympathetic laugh.

Mom's face split into a grin. "Oh, you're definitely right about that, sweetie. I mean, it's just like his nuts. They're so sensitive, so easily hurt, and it seems like you got them good!" She winked at me, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me.

"Oh, I did mom, when it comes to his balls... I always do."

The Bus Ride With My Step-Sister

The Bus Ride With My Step-Sister

By smasher6446

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I couldn’t believe my luck when I scored a seat on the bus. I was used to standing as it was always crowded, and people were standing in the aisles, but I was comfortably seated, listening to music on my headphones.

I was lost in my own world when I saw my step-sister, Anne, running toward the bus, looking panicked. I paused my music as I noticed her, and sighed, realizing I was going to lose my seat.

“Please, let me in,” she said, out of breath. “I have to get to work, and I’m already late.”

She got onto the bus, out if breath from running to catch it, and as she leaned over for a second, I couldn’t help but glance down her shirt, and at her amazing cleavage.

Once she recovered for a second, she sauntered down the aisles before noticing me and coming over.

“Oh, hey Anne. Funny seeing you here.” I said as I quickly got up and offered her my seat, even though I knew it would mean standing for the rest of the journey. But Anne surprised me by motioning for me to sit back down.

As soon as I did, she plopped down on my lap instead. Her plump ass rubbing against me through her tight jeans. I couldn’t help but blush as she took a deep breath and shifted around on my crotch to get more comfortable.

“You’re so sweet,” she said, grinning at me. “I owe you one.”

Every time she speaks, her voice is soft and melodic, with a hint of playfulness that makes my heart skip a beat.

I could feel the heat of Anne’s body against mine as the bus jostled us around. She draped her long legs over mine, and I could feel her butt grinding into my crotch. I tried to ignore the growing pressure in my jeans, but it was impossible.

“Your butt is... I mean its...,” I whispered to her as she leaned in close to me.

“What did you say?” she asked, looking at me curiously. The smile on her face making me twitch. She had to know what was happening… was she teasing me?

“Nothing,” I blurted, feeling embarrassed.

But Anne seemed to be in a playful mood. She kept grinding her butt around my crotch and every bump in the road caused my dick to push against her a little more. I could feel myself getting harder and harder. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it.

I can’t believe this is happening… I always found her insanely attractive, with her long, luscious hair cascading down her back in soft waves, framing her perfectly symmetrical face.

Her curves are absolutely breathtaking, with a figure that could make any man weak at the knees. Her ample breasts are perfectly proportioned, and her waistline curves in just the right places. And those curves were rubbing into all over me…

“Oh god… I just can’t… I’m going too…” I mutter as I feel the pressure building. It had only been maybe 2 minutes, but with her perfect body literally on top of mine, I couldn’t hold back.

Her scent filled my senses, so sweet, intoxicating, and alluring. I could feel the softness of her skin as she shifted, rubbing her ass over my throbbing dick. It seemed unintentional, but the effect was overwhelming.

I tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the sensations were too much. There was nothing I could do as I felt myself rapidly getting closer to the edge, my body responding to her movements.

iscreetly adjust myself, but all I did was nudge her off for a second before she leaned back, pressing her tender ass against me even more. It lost me at that moment, with no way to resist her charms. Her movements seemed more sensual, and I knew I was going to cum.

“Uuugh… god yes…” I moan, no longer able to hide my enjoyment.

I felt my body shudder slightly as a wave of pleasure washed over me and spurt after spurt of cum fired out and into my underwear

… I came right there on the bus, with Anne sitting on my lap. I panicked, and I tried to hide it, but she must have felt it, too, because she quickly lifted her butt up off of me.

“What the hell?” she yelled, looking at me in disgust. “Did you just… piss in your pants? Wait, no… its… oh my god…”

I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. I didn’t know how to explain it to her.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it… your ass just kept… I mean…” I tried lamely to explain, but Anne wasn’t having any of it.

“I always used to hear you rushing to your room every time I get out of the shower, but you always came back so fast. Now I know why, fucking pathetic...”

I could hear a mixture of gasps and giggles as two girls sitting directly across stared directly at me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

All I could do was hang my head as she blasted me in front of everyone. The murmurs from the surrounding seats only made me sink further as I sat there in a pool of my seed.

Anne’s face had pure anger written all over it, but even in that moment, I couldn’t help but find her gorgeous. She had just made me blow my load in public, and was grilling me for it… I didn’t know how to process any of this.

“Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself?” she asked, looking down at me with her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry,”

I couldn't think of anyway to explain it. The humiliation and pleasure mixing in my brain was too much to handle, and the look on her face was one of pure contempt.

This clearly was the wrong answer, as the fury in her eyes only sparked further, and without hesitating, she raised her leg up, and brought her foot down hard between my legs, slamming into my empty balls and flattening them in to the seat.

“OH GOD, ANNE!! MY NUTS, OOOOOOH… MY NUTS!!” I howled as that uniquely masculine pain shot through every inch of my body.

Getting hit in the balls was always torture, but right after cumming, the pain somehow seemed 10 times worse.

I tried to pry her foot away, but she held it on my crotch, twisting down on my poor trapped testicles. It felt like someone was squeezing my balls with a vise grip. The pain spread from my groin to my stomach, and my vision was getting blurry as I clenched my eyes in agony.

Each twist of her foot brought a new sharp, stabbing pain that pulsed through me. And as I looked up, I could see a faint smirk on her face as she got her revenge for my unfortunate mistake.

“Please, please Anne! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t crush my balls… oooooh god… please don’t crush them!!” I begged as my face contorted in pain. All I could do was pray she’d move her foot from my nuts.

“Whatever… fuck your stupid balls” was all she said as pushed down onto my compressed jewels one more tome before she stormed off the bus, leaving me sitting there, suffering in agony as the girls in the next seat were now laughing loudly, unable to hide their delight.

My balls hurt so badly during the rest of the ride as I sulked in pain… and despite that anguish, I could only imagine what was going to happen when the next time I seen Anne…

I LOVE kicking my step brother in the nuts!

I LOVE kicking my step brother in the nuts!

By smasher6446

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Me and my step-bro always been closer than most ought to be. Since our parents worked long hours and we spent most of our childhood alone, we became each other’s best friend AND worst enemy. Tickles evolved into wrestling bouts, which in turn evolved into “who can make the other tap first.” At some point, the lightheartedness became a bit... intense. We never discussed it. Despite the pain, we continued to laugh as we found new ways to irritate one another. Particularly when I was… targeting a specific spot of his.

A big part of it started one afternoon in the garage. He was bouncing around in front of his punching bag, loose shorts, legs spread wide, all cocky grins and fake jabs.

“Are you still working on that? When can I expect your debut?” He sniped at him, trying to goad him on.

“Haha, well. Go on! Try to hit me. Bet you can’t even land a good one.”

I glanced at the heavy bag swaying behind him, then back at the soft, heavy bulge swinging between his legs. It hit me like a cartoon lightbulb: his nuts are exactly like a second punching bag hanging there, just waiting. He meant fists. My brain went straight to knee.

I stepped in, faked high, then snapped my knee up hard. My kneecap sank deep into the warm, dangling underside of his sack, and the soft skin parted around my knee; then his balls compressed flat and shoved upward with a hot, meaty thud that vibrated straight up my thigh.

He dropped like his strings got cut.

“Oh, fuck… my balls… my fucking balls!” His voice cracked high as he curled into a ball on the concrete, rocking, hands cradling his poor boys.

“You literally asked for it!” I said, unable to stop myself from giggling.

“Not there… my nuts… anything but my nuts!” He moaned as his face pressed against his arm.

“Anything but your nuts? Come on. You were bouncing around like that, and all I could see was your nuts dangling there like another punching bag just begging to get kicked.”

“You have no idea how much it hurts to be hit there…” He let out a long groan that cracked into a tiny, embarrassed giggle at the end.

“Oh yes, I do.” I crouched so he could see my grin. “That’s exactly why I chose your nuts. Poor little guys. Already so sore after one tiny knee. Imagine if I’d actually kicked them!”

“You’re so mean…” He let out another shaky moan-giggle.

I stood up, smiling to myself, and left him there. That little giggle stuck with me the whole way upstairs.

A couple weeks later, I walked into the basement. He was bent over the mini fridge again, legs apart, rummaging for a drink, shorts hanging low enough that everything was just… accessible, and my heart did that stupid flutter thing. I stood there watching him for a second, remembering how he’d looked on the garage floor, rocking, holding himself, that tiny giggle slipping out when he shouldn’t have. Before I could talk myself out of it, I was already stepping up behind him quietly.

This time I didn’t kick. I slid my hand up the loose leg of his shorts, and my fingers brushed the warm, loose skin of his sack first, then curled around both bare balls. They were heavy in my palm, so soft and sensitive at rest. I gave a gentle squeeze to start, just enough to let him feel the pressure.

“Uh… what the?! Claire?!” He froze, then straightened up a little, his hand shooting to mine almost as if to verify what was happening.

“Squeezing your nuts, duh!” chirped, keeping my grip light at first, just rolling them gently in my hand like I was playing with stress balls.

“Ha… come on, quit it… that’s not funny…” He let out a nervous laugh that cracked halfway through.

“Oh, it’s a little funny.” I tightened my fingers a fraction, feeling the skin stretch taut as his balls started to compress inward. “Your nuts are so squishy right now. Like warm dough.”

He doubled over slightly at the waist, one hand bracing on the fridge shelf, the other darting down, not to pull my hand away, but to tug at the front of his shorts like he was trying to hide something else. I noticed. I always notice.

“My balls… fuck… that’s starting to hurt…”

“Aww, already? I’m barely squeezing.” I escalated slowly, fingers closing tighter, feeling the firm cores inside flatten and mash together under the steady pressure. His sack bulged between my knuckles, hot and swollen.

“You’re… evil… my nutsack… it’s getting crushed…” He moaned low, knees buckling a bit more, still trying to play it off.

“Poor baby. Feel how they’re pancaking in my hand? All flat and tender now.” I gave another slow, deliberate squeeze, rolling his compressed balls between my thumb and fingers.

“My balls… fuck… my nuts hurt so bad… please…” He whimpered, rocking forward a little, the hand at his shorts tugging harder like he was desperate to keep me from seeing how much he was ‘reacting’.

“Please what? Please stop? Or please keep going?” I squeezed hard, flattening his nuts just enough to make his whole body tense, his balls mashing flat against each other inside my grip with a deep, aching give I could feel pulsing through my palm.

He let out a broken moan that ended in that tiny, embarrassed giggle again.

“Oh, fuck! My nutsack… it’s killing me… you’re gonna pop them…”

“Nah. I like your nuts too much to break them.” I held the squeeze, then ramped it up one final notch, squeezing as hard as I could, my fingers digging in with full force. His testicles felt like hot, overripe plums squished in my hand, the skin stretched paper-thin, those firm orbs and every nerve pinching down further than he could possibly take as they bulged desperately between my fingers with a slick, swollen resistance that throbbed violently against my palm.

“OH GOD MY NUTS! MY NUTS! YOU’RE CRUSHING MY NUTS! MY NUTS! OH GOD MY NUTS! MY NUTS!” He howled it over and over, voice cracking into a high, desperate pitch, body jerking forward as his knees finally gave out completely.

I held it for just a couple more heartbeats, long enough for him to feel every brutal pulse, then slowly eased off, letting his mangled balls spring back into my palm with a hot, heavy, agonizing rebound.

“My balls… fuck… my balls, you can’t squeeze them that… hard!” He said, falling down to his knees right there, rocking frantically, both hands finally cupping where mine had been.

“Look at you. On your knees again, cradling your poor squished nuts. Was that better than a kick?” I said as I stepped around in front of him, grinning widely.

“My nuts… still killing me… you squeezed them way too hard…” He moaned long and low, face bright red, still trying to tug his shorts down in front like nothing happened.

“Yeah, I did. And guess what, soon… I’m going to squeeze your nuts again!”

He didn’t answer right away. Just rocked and moaned softly to himself, fingers pressing into the ache like he was trying to keep it there while I turned toward the stairs.

“Stay down there and feel your sore nutsack for a bit. I’ll come back to check on them later.” I said, laughing as I watched him let out another shaky moan-giggle.

“My balls… fuck…”

I left him there, and my head was spinning like it always is. All I could think about was how every time I touch his nuts with my hands or feet, he drops, curls up, and starts that soft, endless chant that I can’t get enough of. But when the house is quiet and he lets himself be vulnerable just a little too much again... We both know what’s coming…

Fuck… I LOVE hurting his nuts!