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September 2, 2026

Lucy and carl (Washington High Spinoff)

Lucy and carl (Washington High Spinoff)

By MickeyBB

*

Lucy was still excited at watching Heather stand on Carl's nut. She definitely needed a turn. As she and her mother helped her brother back up, she looked at her mom.

"Mom, since Carl's nuts are basically indestructible, can I try testing them again as Heather walks down the beam to the next boy? Please! I'll only stand on it for a few minutes, and maybe stomp a few times. The nurse said it hurts him, but no real damage. Plus even if I ruptured one they can fix it. No big deal."

Barb thought for a moment, sure Carl might feel a little pain but Lucy was getting her period now and had to deal with pain all the time. Modern medicine had come a long way and ruptures were no problem now.

"Okay, sweetie. But remember his nuts being huge makes them strong but they're very sensitive. You can step on them on the beam for up to 10 minutes and maybe a dozen stomps or so, certainly not more than twenty. Are you going barefoot or keeping your pumas on?" Her mother asked.

"Well, how about 10 minutes standing, 20 stomps with the sneakers then another session barefoot with the same numbers?" Lucy suggested with a sweet smile that seemed like she would enjoy trying to rupture the indestructible nuts.

"I'm starting to think that you might enjoy standing and stomping on your brother's nuts. But I guess we will have to test him regularly to make sure he is ok for self defense practice. Okay, but if you rupture one he might be angry. It could really hurt, you know."

"Oh mom. It's only his nuts. Now help me keep my balance when I step up."

Lucy climbed up on the balance beam and the sensation in her groin was certainly going to be more fun than the sensation Carl's groin was about to feel. She gingerly placed her size 7 puma on Carl's left nut. It felt so good! She twisted and pumped her foot in the large swollen mass and unlike Heather, she loved the sound of the cartilage being crushed under her pretty foot. She decided to place her heels on both of his massive orbs, so she turned to the side. She realized this put her butt against her brother's face. She giggled as she continued to dig her heels in and felt the breath escaping Carl's mouth against her butt.

Carl was in a world of pain, as Lucy kept lifting and dropping her shoes carelessly on his nuts which were so very sore and swelling even more. He felt a little relief as Lucy stepped off and his nuts began to return to their original spherical shape, although they now had a tread imprint from his sister's shoes, a fact that caused her to giggle again.

"So funny, look mom, you can see my tread on his nuts. Okay, bro time for some stomping. Mom said just twenty with the shoes on then we can try barefoot. Are you ready!?" She didn't wait for Carl to answer and stomped super hard on his left nut, then a quick follow up on the right. She was having the time of her life and knew Carl's indestructible nuts couldn't last. This was too fun. She would destroy them for sure eventually. And have tremendous fun trying. She finally orgasmed as she got her twentieth stomp in. She wasn't counting out loud and since mom didn't say anything and Carl was only making high pitched mewling noises, she just kept stomping. She probably got in an extra 20 and loved it.

"Okay, mom. That was twenty I think."

"I lost count honey, I know it hurts him, but I think you can do another 10. Then some barefoot fun." Barb said, as she was strangely turned on watching her petite daughter stomping her son's huge nuts over and over and over.

She smiled and stomped thirteen more times. Then stood with her right shoe on his left nut and lifted her other foot in the air to take off the sneaker.

"Carl, I've been in these all day. Do they stink?" She asked her brother as she lifted her sweaty puma to his nose.

"A little bit, but that's okay" he replied with a higher than normal voice, and strained speech with her full weight on his nut.

"Here I'll let you suck on my dirty socks for the barefoot session," as she stuffed her sock in his mouth. She repeated the procedure with her other shoe, and now could step on his balls barefoot and feel as well as hear the damage she was wreaking on Carl's nuts.

She shifted her weight several times but was running out of creative ways to bust poor Carl's nuts. She just commenced with the stomping. She used her toes, the ball of her foot and her heels, stomp after stomp.

"I guess that's twenty mom." Lucy said with a dejected tone of voice after her 33rd barefoot stomp, sad to be stopping stomping on those huge balls.

"Sorry Lucy, I lost count again. Carl I was going to try some too, which is why I had Lucy go easy on you." Both Carl and Lucy looked surprised that she considered Lucy's ball stomping and standing as going easy. "I'll probably help test you a couple times this week, but I won't do it here in public today. I know the nurse said they are extra sensitive being so large, but you're doing great, so can Lucy stomp on them some more since I'm not joining. I really think she's enjoying helping you with this. She can jump on them if you lay down on the mat, she can't do it on the beam since she could fall. When we test at home maybe she can wear her soccer cleats. That would be a thorough test."

Carl was dumbfounded. Did his mother really think he could take this? His balls hurt so badly he was barely conscious. He didn't want to disappoint mom or Lucy though. He looked at his sister and saw her sweet, yet devilish smile.

"I guess I can take a little more, mom. You're right that Lucy seems to enjoy 'helping' me. Not too many jumps though please, my nuts are really sore and someday I'd like them to help me be a father, so they have to survive all of the testing, trampling, stomping, and jumping."

"Sure honey, we know how much it hurts," even though she and Lucy really didn't, "we'll make sure you can reproduce when the time comes. Plus ruptured nuts are basically easy to repair, even if it is uncomfortable for the guy. And the nurse says yours are basically indestructible, that's almost a challenge. Now just lay down and let Lucy have her fun testing your nuts."

Carl laid down and spread his legs as Lucy walked up to him and stepped up on his groin. She managed to flip his penis up so she had her toes and the balls of her feet on it, as her heels settled in on his nuts. She didn't know what came over her but she started rubbing her foot up and down on his cock that started swelling to an even more massive size. Was it wrong to basically jack off her brother in public? Probably, so she took it about as far as she could, but before he could feel the first pleasure of the day she stopped and stomped her other foot right on his throbbing nuts.

"Owewwew, Lucy please. That hurts so bad." Carl cried out.

"It's just your nuts, silly. It's not like you slammed your finger in a car door or got poked in the eye or something." Lucy said.

"I would much rather slam my finger in a door or be poked in the eye than having my nuts kicked, stomped, trampled and jumped on." Carl responded with the first hint of anger after all the testicular trauma he had endured today.

"First of all, I haven't started jumping yet. Second of all, would you really prefer that I poked your eye?"

"Yes. Oh God yes." Carl replied.

"Okay, I'll try that if you prefer. Try to keep your eyes open as I poke them with my toe." Lucy said as she stepped off his groin and walked up his body to stand on his chest then raised her right foot over his left eye and lowered it until her big toe was an inch over his eye. Then she jammed it not too gently into his eye. Her foot being a little sweaty meant his eyes started burning in addition to the outright pain of a toe poke to the eye. After thirty seconds she pulled it out.

"Was that really better than stomps to the nuts?" She asked.

"They both suck, I'm not sure what's worse. How about we hug and then watch TV, doesn't that sound more fun than stomping on my nuts or sticking your dirty toe in my eye?" Carl asked.

"Okay, we can hug and watch TV, but after this testing is over. Did you really think I would stop before the jumping?"

She casually walked back down to his groin and reclaimed her favorite spot standing on her brother's nuts.

"Okay, we'll try some jumps now." And she meant now as she immediately pushed herself skyward off his groin only to crash back down two seconds later with extra force. She didn't wait for his response but immediately pushed up again.

Carl's excruciating pain finally came to a temporary stop as Lucy grew tired and stepped off.

"Whew, that was quite a workout. I'm not sure I'm in good enough shape to test you at least three times a week. Isn't that what the nurse said mom?"

"Yes, at least three times, but I'll help a little bit more at home. Plus Kerri from down the street is an only child and home schooled, she'd love to help."

"Well, I'll just have to suck it up and do it. If Carl needs testing of the testees that's why I have two feet. But we can always get more feet to help."

Carl was really worried about his supposedly indestructible nuts.

* * *

For the ride home Carl sat in the backseat, since Lucy usually wanted to sit up front. After he got in the car however, Lucy joined him in the backseat. His nuts were sore and throbbing so he hoped she wasn't going to continue his torture.

"Lucy, I thought you wanted the front seat."

"Not this time. I need a foot rest as my feet are tired and sore. You have no idea how sore they are. Well maybe a slight idea, since your nuts are a little sore too, but they are indestructible and easily repaired. My feet just hurt so I thought resting them on a big puffy pillow would feel good." As she said this she plopped her puma's in his lap rather soundly.

"Okay, sweety, but they're really sore so please be careful." He pleaded

"Sure, just let me get comfortable." She pressed her heels into his lap harder searching for just the right place. She found it as he winced in pain. "There we go. Now that feels better." It didn't feel too good to Carl, but he guessed it was better than the stomps.

Lucy asked mom to put on her favorite radio station which just played annoying pop dance music. It started with Brittney Spears, but was soon followed by Pink, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, some vintage Madonna and the Go-go's. The announcer came on to say it was an all girls weekend.

"Let's get rid of all that toxic testosterone and dance with pure joy with the ladies. There's too many nuts in the world anyway, if you have been treated poorly by a man. This is the weekend to pay him back. Now I'm not saying to kick every guy you know in the nuts, but if you do I won't mind too much. Just make sure to film it for me. I've gotten bored watching the few good ball kicking videos on YouTube."

Carl could not believe what he was hearing.. That host was basically asking her listeners to assault innocent men. Lucy lifted her feet a few inches then slammed them down on his already swollen nuts. He looked over and saw she had her phone on and was taping it.

"Lucy, what the hell?!?* He said with a raised voice.

"Shhhh, I am on the phone." She was calling the radio station.

"Mom, can you turn down the radio for a minute? I'm calling the station and it's weird delay feedback when the caller has the radio on."

Her mother turned the radio down just as the host answered.

"Hello, this is Amy on WKIK and our great all ladies anti testosterone weekend."

"Hi, Amy. My name is Lucy. I love the show and got a kick" as she said it she kicked Carl again "out of your little rant. Well, I know you don't have long but knew you'd get a kick out of this. My school is starting a self defense lesson and in the early stages a boy got a ruptured testicle, so they decided to test all the boys nuts to make sure they are strong enough to help with the class."

"That's a great idea. How do you test them?"

"Well, the girl who ruptured that first boy kinda has a knack for it, so she just steps on their nuts then stomps a couple times. Now the boys that passed need more thorough testing at home so a few of us sisters have volunteered our time and energy to trample, kick and stomp our brothers nuts to toughen them up for the class." Lucy said almost in a bragging voice.

"That's awesome. I had an older brother that I often kicked in the nuts, but he never sat still or let me do it when I asked. Apparently it hurts really bad. I couldn't imagine stomping on them. Are you actually going to do that to your brother?"

"Hahaha, I already started. After the girl at school tested him, I convinced my mom to let me start out testing right there. So I stepped on his nuts for 10 minutes then stomped 20 times in my puma's then another set barefoot. We lost count and I may have gotten in a few extra stomps." Lucy said with a chuckle.

"That's great. How'd he hold up? It must have really hurt. They can be permanently damaged. My mom warned me about that quite a few times." Amy said as she started to think about maybe tricking her brother into a 'test' of her own.

"Well, it turns out that it hurts a little bit, who knew? But the damage is usually pretty easy to repair. Even the boy who ruptured his nut was back getting kicked and stomped in the principal's office a couple days later, by the same girl. She's now doing the testing. She just wears ear protection as she was traumatized by hearing the pop of his nut and the, like cartilage or whatever kinda making crunching sounds as she twisted on them. I kinda like the sounds though. My brother has what the nurse called indestructible nuts, but I'm determined to find out for myself. Oh, and I just taped a little kick to my brother's nuts on the ride home. I'll send it over and try to tape the next session for you."

"Thank you so much, Lucy. We have caller ID and I have your number now. Is it okay if I call you outside of work? I'd definitely like to talk more about it with you. And I'll give you my personal number." Amy said

"Absolutely, maybe we can plot to bring your own brother to the next testing session, haha."

"Definitely, I am already thinking about it. I really want to try stomping. Your session sounds like the perfect amount 20 or more with shoes and 20 or more barefoot. It's nice to know even if there is a rupture that it can easily be repaired and even get right back to stomping like immediately after getting out of the hospital. I have the feeling I'm going to want frequent sessions and I wouldn't want to be stopped by minor surgery for too long. Bye Lucy thanks so much for calling."

"Lucy, did you really send her a clip of kicking me?" Carl asked.

"Yes I did, but you can't see your face and you're wearing pants. She's going to get footage from our next testing session too, but I'll not film your face. I know you might be embarrassed, although it might be good advertisement for you since you have a huge dick."

Carl was kinda proud of his equipment and liked hearing Heather and the nurse and principal talk about how large he was. Although, the indestructible comment might be one he wished they never said. It definitely seems like a challenge to Lucy.

Lucy decided to call Kelly from school and chat about the testing. They weren't super close but knew each other from economics class.

"Hi Kelly. It's Lucy from econ. I saw you at the testing but didn't get to talk to you. How are you, and how'd you like the testing?"

"Oh, hi Lucy. I saw you too and was sorry we didn't get to talk. But I understood, because you seemed rather preoccupied with standing and stomping on Carl's indestructible nuts. I thought Heather stepping and stomping was hot, but you inspired me. I'm so glad I saw you testing Carl, because I talked my mom into letting me test David, my brother. Even used your standard set amounts of 10 minutes and 20 or more stomps! we kept losing count. I probably stomped 50 times since Mom chose not to test him today so let me go a little bit over. Then I did some more barefoot. Wow, does it feel great to have some nuts rolling around under your bare feet."

"How'd David hold up?" Lucy asked.

"Well he's resting now, but he seemed okay. I mean I guess it hurts or whatever, but he never had a period. Guys always think their pain is more than a woman's pain. It probably doesn't even hurt so bad. I'm glad the nurse was there to explain how it's basically no big deal even if it does rupture since they are easy to repair. Hell, remember Rich got ruptured then a couple days later on the way home from the hospital volunteered to lay down and let Heather stomp on his nuts. That's how she got the testing position. I mean, she's pretty and everything, but I can't imagine a guy volunteering to have his nuts stomped on. Well I guess my brother did and so did Carl, I suppose," she said.

"I'm not sure about David, but Carl didn't really volunteer. My mom kinda just said we could practice and test him for the class starting next week. Mom didn't want an embarrassing situation like Jim. Rupturing after just a few seconds of stepping. Mom felt his mother must have been so embarrassed. However Candy looked like she found it amusing, if not outright enjoyable and maybe even hot."

"I can understand that. The thought of popping one of David's nuts is kinda hot, but I guess if he popped that quick I wouldn't have been able to stand and stomp so much, plus, I'd be kinda annoyed if Heather got to rupture him and I couldn't kick or stomp for like days. Every girl with a brother should get to do this. Although honestly I got a little bored. Kinda want some different nuts to stomp." Kelly said.

"Wait, I've got an idea. How about tomorrow you guys come over and we trade nuts for a day? I'll stomp on David for a while and you can test Carl's jumbo nuts. I made them swell up a little, so it could be like a bouncy house for you, hahaha." Lucy offered, hoping to get to stomp on David. He was cute and if he survived Kelly and her intense stomping, he certainly would be fun to test.

"That's so sweet of you to offer Carl's nuts. I'd love to stomp and bounce on them for a while. And since you're so cute David might enjoy you standing on his nuts. He really did try to take it well, and didn't complain too much. I'll bring my soccer cleats. David was reluctant to let me use them so we'll see if we can talk Carl into it." She said with a thoughtful tone.

"Oh, I'm sure he could take a few dozen stomps with cleats, that's funny I had the same idea. What's the worst that could happen?"

"RUPTURE! But no biggie. I'd just feel bad if I ruptured him instead of you. It's your brother you should get to, and what would you do for a couple days not stomping while he's getting patched up?"

"Don't worry, Kelly. They said Carl's nuts were indestructible so try your best. As Ivan Drago said in 'Rocky 4' if he dies, he dies. I never really kicked balls before today, so if I had to I could stop for a couple days, but like Rich he'd be getting severe nut stomps on the way home from the hospital."

"Thanks so much for calling me Lucy. This is going to be so much fun. Maybe if we do good on our brothers, we could help test the class next semester. I love Heather, but she shouldn't have all the fun. See you tomorrow. I'm going to surprise David with a stomp to wake him up tomorrow and give him the good news that I won't be kicking or stomping him all day. Then I'll tell him about the little vixen that will be testing him. Have a great night."

Lucy looked over at Carl and knew he heard most of that. She smiled as she slammed her heel on his nuts again.

"I assume you heard that. Kelly and David are coming over tomorrow. You better not embarrass me. She can stand and stomp as much as she wants and you just take it, and it would be nice if you thank her."

"Yes Lucy. You and Heather toughened me up. I should be able to take it. I hope the swelling goes down overnight. I heard you guys talking about Rich and how he was good enough to get stomped literally on the way home from the hospital after being ruptured. Well just so you know there can be serious repercussions from stomping on sensitive organs, you do know he got ruptured again and lost both of his nuts. I feel terrible about that."

"Oh my God. You're right I didn't even think about how people can be affected by that. I feel terrible too." Lucy said, causing Carl an audible gasp of surprise that she might now understand that this nut stomping could have serious consequences.

"You know what,that's a great idea, since Rich can't train her anymore I'll invite Stephanie over tomorrow. I'm sure you and David can help a girl out. It was kinda tragic, her not getting to stomp on his nuts even once since he ruptured so easily on the first knee in gym and pretty quickly in the principal's office. It's so sweet of you to think of poor Stephanie."

Carl didn't bother correcting his sister. For a fleeting moment he had thought she had a smidge of sympathy for a guy who had his life changed in a major serious way, but her concern was only for the poor teen girl with no balls to kick and stomp on.

He shook his head and wondered about the women in this town. Did they have any concern for injuries to testicles that could end a man's sex life and potential to procreate? Nope. None at all. The women in the principal's office, even Rich's own mother were more sympathetic to a girl who was 'traumatized' by hearing the rupture, that poor Rich not only also heard but felt, as his baby maker exploded in its sack sending hundreds of nerve endings bouncing into each other and off Heather's (admittedly pretty) foot and off the floor. The pain must have been unimaginable, but any man could imagine it, while no woman does.

"There's some girls at school that don't have brothers. So I'm thinking about a slumber party sometime where I can invite any girls with no balls to kick and stomp at home. We'll let each girl do a quick session with you and your indestructible nuts, maybe like 10 minutes. No more than like 8-10 girls. I'm thinking we are going to find out before too long if they are indestructible. Well I'm glad the nurse was wrong when she said it would hurt really bad with your large nuts. It wasn't too bad at all."

Carl was flabbergasted. What did she mean it didn't hurt too bad?!?

"What does that mean? It hurts like hell Lucy. It's the worst pain I've ever felt and you stomped me way more than 20 of each." He protested

"Wah wah. Don't be a baby. Try having a period then talk to me about pain. At least your 'minor discomfort ' has a good side effect, it makes me happy. It's super fun stomping on your huge nuts. Have you ever kicked a guy in the nuts? It just hits differently." Lucy replied with a condescending smile.

"No, I've never kicked anyone in the balls. It hurts too bad to do to another human being."

"Well, you men may have rules about no below the belt blows, but for a girl it's just fun and funny. And it's to help you help women learn to defend themselves. I'm doing it for a good cause and it also just makes me super happy. I'm really looking forward to seeing Kelly stomp you too. It's going to be so fun. You're going to love her. She's so cute and fairly petite, just 5'3" and probably just over 100 pounds. Just imagine looking up at her as she stands on your giant nuts."

"She sounds nice, but I'd probably prefer a pretty girl who wasn't standing on my nuts or stomping on them. I'm afraid between this crazy town and that crazy school and you, I'm never going to get to know a woman who isn't kicking and stomping on my nuts."

"Don't bad mouth this 'crazy' town. Without the medical advances they've had here a ruptured nut could be a big problem, not just a nuisance. A little pain killer, a little Dr poking around in your sack repairing junk, a couple stitches and your back to getting stomped in a day or two."

Candy and Jim (Washington High Spinoff)

Candy and Jim (Washington High Spinoff)

By MickeyBB

*

Candy ran to the science class and got a small but powerful magnet. While they were getting ready to go to the hospital she was going to have some fun with the needle still piercing her brother's testicle.

"Hey, bro. Are you doing ok? I mean I know you ruptured one nut, but other than that are you doing ok?" She couldn't help the little giggle and moved her hand holding the magnet near his nuts. She clearly saw the movement as his tiny (but well outlined) nut moved to the right. She moved her hand and watched it move back to the left. The movement was too much for him and he drifted to sleep. She laid him back flat on his back and looked around.

Nobody seemed to be watching and she couldn't resist and stepped up on her brother's package. It really felt good. She wiggled her foot and could barely feel the needle through her shoe. She just rubbed it back and forth. Then she noticed the blood on his white Lycra shorts. She stepped off and wiped the blood off the bottom of her shoes on his shirt.

Just then the paramedic arrived and as he tried to revive him with smelling salts she moved the magnet around again and watched the bulge move back and forth.

The paramedic gave him a shot in his balls to numb him up. Then she looked at Candy.

"I don't want you to think I'm unprofessional, but I really need to go to the bathroom. Can you just stand here and watch him for a few minutes? The shot will take effect soon and he won't feel the pain, or at least discomfort of the rupture." The gorgeous paramedic asked.

"Sure, take your time. I'll be standing right here." Candy replied trying not to giggle as she eyed Jim's tiny swollen nuts.

The paramedic thanked her then stood up to rush to the bathroom and inadvertently stepped on his groin.

"Oops, sorry buddy." She looked at Candy with a guilty smile. "He might still feel this. Haha sorry."

It seemed to Candy like she stayed there a beat too long for an accident, but Candy couldn't blame her. Candy slipped off her shoes as the paramedic walked off and immediately stepped up on Jim's balls. She could feel the needle in righty far better through her socks than she did in her sneakers.

Jim moaned and looked up at his little sister and couldn't quite understand why she was standing on his balls knowing how bad it had to hurt. She just smiled as he drifted to unconsciousness and she savored the feeling of his mushy left ball under her right foot and the needle poking her left foot, but not too bad since the pointy part was cushioned by his ball.

Candy wondered if the paramedic was taking so long because she was pleasing herself to the thought of. Standing on poor Jim's balls. Candy herself was going to do that soon. Looking around she saw nobody paying attention as everyone was enthralled watching Heather stepping on the next set of balls on the balance beam, a new set of boys has stepped up and offered their most sensitive parts up on a wooden beam for this gorgeous woman to stand on. Some seemed reluctant, but their mom's and especially their sister's made sure they took their place.

Candy, sadly, saw the paramedic approaching and knew she had to step off her brothers balls. But she stopped as she passed the beam and watched Heather step on David's balls. Heather rocked her foot back and forth as David squealed but tried to seem strong.

"Hi David." She said as David turned his teary eyes away from the pretty foot twisting on his right nut and locked eyes on his ex step sister. His dad married her mom when he was eight, but they were only married for three years and it ended badly.

"Oh, hi Kathy. What are you doing here?" He asked with a strained voice as his nut was being crushed.

"Haha, I am working. Some unfortunate boy ruptured a nut. Remember I am a paramedic now. What are you doing here? It looks like fun!"

"Well our class is teaching women's self defense and some boys had trouble with weak nuts. Aahhhh, sorry that last twist smarted a little. So we are all getting our nuts tested for strength and integrity so we can serve as proper practice partners. Owewwe." He answered with some pain.

"That's so cool. Remember when I kicked you and stomped on your nuts? I could have vouched for their strength and integrity, but maybe I should test them again as it's been so long."

"Sure, I remember you stomping on my balls. I'd like to help you practice your self defense. I always felt bad about how Dad treated you and your mom. Ahhhhhh. Sorry."

"Is that your mom and Kelly over there?" She asked.

"Yes, they came to watch the testing but got a little bit queasy when Jim's nut ruptured although I think Kelly kinda liked it, she's super excited about practicing self defense on my nuts. Much like my former step sister she's kicked and stomped them dozens of times for fun and revenge or punishment, but now she has a legit reason. I think they are going to have her test them a few times a week."

"Oh shit. You mentioned Jim. I left him with a ruptured nut and a sister who" as she spoke she looked over at Candy stomping on Jim's balls "seems to be ready for me to return. I'll definitely be in touch though. I really like this idea and need to practice self defense too. I hope you don't get ruptured before Kelly and I get to test them."

"I'm sure I'll be okay. Heather is really good at this. See you soon." David said as Kathy walked back to Jim.

"Okay, if you don't mind stepping off your brother's nuts, I can take him to the hospital now."

"Oh, sorry. I just um, you know um……"

"It's okay honey. We're girls, we all like kicking, trampling and stomping on balls. You're lucky to have a brother. I had a step brother for awhile, but have not had easily accessible balls for too long."

Candy smiled as she got ready to go to the hospital with her one nut brother.

Just Ask Your Sister

Just Ask Your Sister

By MickeyBB

*

I was just going to ask. It was embarrassing and I could be ostracized by my entire family for the rest of my life. I was planning to ask my sister, Sara, to kick me in the balls. She had kicked a couple guys in the neighborhood and I kinda got some excitement from hearing her stories. She had even threatened me, but said mom specifically told her to never kick my balls, although mom seemed okay with Sara kicking other balls.

After hearing her stories and getting kinda turned on, I did some research. The internet has too much information too easily accessed. Apparently I was not the first guy aroused by women kicking trampling and stomping on balls. There were even stories about punching squeezing and hitting with objects (none of those interested me, it was best delivering the pain with pretty feet).

Sara was a bit of a bitch. She was selfish and really not too concerned about anyone else. Being a blonde 5'5" cheerleader with a perfect body, why should she care about anyone else. Her tan and complexion were perfect and I had recently begun to pay attention to her size 7 feet. I thought her selfish attitude would mean that she would accept my offer. I had no doubt she would enjoy kicking my balls, but would have to hope for her discretion in not outing my weird fetish to the family or friends.

She was in the living room watching TV. Mom and dad were out and wouldn't be home for hours. We were on our own for dinner. I had decided today was the day.

"Hi Sara. How was your day? Mom and dad are out till late. We're on our own for dinner. Can I make you something or get carryout? Or do you wanna go out to eat?"

"Hello Tim. My day sucked as usual. I can't afford to go out to eat." She said while barely acknowledging me. She looked down at her phone and back at the TV, not even looking at her brother.

"I can pay, if you want. I'd like to spend some time with you." I said nervously.

Oh yeah. I want. Can we go to Texas Roadhouse? I love steak and those rolls. Are you kissing up for something? Are you going to ask me to do something for you? She asked in a bitchy way.

"You don't have to do anything for me, maybe, if umm, you want, and I'm pretty sure you would want, maybe you can do something uhh, to me. Maybe?" I stammered. Not a very smooth start.

"Okay, I'll bite. What do you want me to do to you, that you think I'd want to do, yet it makes you so nervous you can barely say it and have to buy me dinner for me to do. Even though you say I want to do it."

"I actually know you want to do it, because you've told me so. You've done it before, and loved it and told me specifically that you wanted to do it to me, but you were forbidden by mom." Why can't I just say it?

"I'm intrigued. I really want to know now. I pretty much do whatever I want, so I'm curious why I haven't done it if I wanted to so bad. Hmmm, mom forbid me. What could it be?" She was really thinking about it now.

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing but…"

"HOLY SHIT!! You want me to kick you in the balls, don't you?!?"

"Well, I ,uhhh, was wondering what it feels like. I have never been kicked and you have kicked a few guys and laughed about it and seemed to enjoy it. So yeah, I ummm, was wondering if you could kick me, and keep it just between us. Please?"

"Please? I've never heard a guy ask to be kicked in the balls, especially with a please. And buying me dinner for it. Wow you're pathetic, hahaha."

"Forget it. Nevermind."

"No way. I could never forget it. If you want it we're going to have to do it. I can probably keep it secret for a small fee. You wouldn't want mom and dad and everyone you know to find out that you asked your own sister to kick you in the balls."

"I do have a little saved up from my job, and I know your cheerleading means you can't get a job, so I can help you out a little bit. It's weird but I'm just curious. It'll probably hurt too much and you'll never have to do it again."

"Oh, I'm going to do it again. I've kicked a few balls, as you know, and I love it, as you know, so I'll kick yours, but if you don't like it, too bad. I'm going to keep kicking them. At least once a week, but probably more. We can try some new stuff too. Stomping, jumping on them. Maybe kneeing too?"

"I don't like the kneeing idea, for me it's about soft pretty feet hurting the center of male strength. If you wanna keep doing it, I'll acquiesce. But it's gotta be your feet. No knees or squeezing." I answered.

"Okay, but I'll need $50 a week for my silence and $10 per kick or stomp. Even if you don't like it. I won't tell everyone that you are a perv and you can't tell mom I'm kicking your balls, because she made me promise not to."

"Agreed."

"Okay, get me $100 and I'll give you 4 kicks and a stomp. Then you can buy me dinner." She said with a smile.

I went and got the money. I handed it to her and kneeled in front of her with my legs spread. She stood up and smiled. Then she took out her phone. She started filming and pointed it towards my groin. I was so nervous as she pulled her pretty sneakered foot back and rocketed it forward into my virgin balls.

The pain eclipsed the excitement and arousal instantly. The nerve endings in my sensitive orbs sent out distress signals in all directions. In about 2 seconds my stomach was feeling it, through the intestines to my heart which stopped for a second. How in the hell did I think I'd like this. I'd made a horrible mistake.

Sara looked as happy as could be. Tears rolled down the sides of my face as I looked up at her to put a stop to this. Of course I'd still have to pay her for her silence but I didn't want to feel that again ever.

"That was good here comes number two." Sara said as she blasted her tiny foot into my balls again. I hadn't had enough time to gain my ability to speak to explain that we had to stop.

The second kick didn't hit as hard as the first as my body was already in defense mode, but the pain was added to the pain of the first and the accumulation of pain was too much. I collapsed on my back and heard high pitched mewling noises that even though I didn't recognize them, I knew they were mine.

"Oh, you want to try the stomps now, huh?" Sara asked as if we were talking about our favorite color. She had no idea what she was doing to me. But actually she had more experience than I did and probably knew what I was going through more than I did before kick #1 when I thought this was arousing.

She stomped down and got the toe of her sneaker on my penis, but her heels got the balls again, although not as cleanly because of the way I was laying

"That was fun." She said. "Let's get a better shot. Here I'll lift your legs up by the ankles. Now I can get a cleaner shot."

I used all the energy and breath left in my body to gain control of my body enough to say:

"please……"

STOMP

"You don't have to say please. You paid for these. And, you're right I love doing it. I'm so glad we decided to do this. This is going to improve our relationship so much." She said, oblivious to the fact that I was trying to stop her. She thought she was doing me a favor. I couldn't believe I was paying for this. I cried as she raised her foot again.

STOMP

This time she kept her foot there and twisted like she was putting out a cigarette. Then lifted her left foot off the ground putting her entire weight in my balls. She released my legs which collapsed to the ground via gravity as I had no control over any part of my body.

She stepped on my stomach and walked up my chest stepping on my face for a few seconds before stepping off.

"I'm going to go change for dinner. I'll give you a half hour to do whatever you need to do. I know you get aroused by this stuff, but it's kinda gross to me. It's just fun kicking and stomping on balls. If you're going to like, pleasure yourself, or whatever go ahead, but I don't want to think about that. Since I enjoy it too, I might throw you a freebie now and then, but still $10 for this much fun. It's like my dream job. If you have any friends into this too, I could kick and stomp them too. I'd charge $20 per. You get the family discount "

*See you in a few. Love you, bro."

I finally felt good enough to get up and go to the couch about twenty minutes later. My breathing was returning to normal. Strangely I was starting to get aroused thinking about it. The pain was dibilitating but it turned me on. I wasn't sure if I wanted anymore eventually, but 20 minutes later the thought was getting more tolerable. Maybe I could rub one out tonight if the pain still kept receding. I hoped my stomach was okay to eat. It still felt weird in my stomach area. My balls were throbbing but I was sure it would be better by tonight. It was already better and I was actually glad she kept going, even though at the time I thought I would die but feared I'd live and feel that pain forever.

"Okay, get up lazy bones. I need steak. That workout got me hungry haha. It wasn't really much of a workout. It takes very little effort to hurt you guys down there. It looked like it hurt, but I knew you liked it. It's a shame that I agreed to keep your secret as part of that $50 weekly fee. I'd love to tell Tera about this. I know you've got a crush on her and she thinks you're cute. If you think I've kicked a lot of balls you should hear her stories. Hahaha actually I just thought about it she kicked tons of guys, but her favorite and most frequent target is her brother. If she knew she could get $10 a kick and $50 a week she'd be ecstatic. Somehow I don't think her brother likes it. Although if you were more annoying I could have been kicking you my whole life if mom hadn't specifically told me not too. You wouldn't have had to tell me that you liked it, you'd just mildly annoy me and get free kicks in the balls haha."

"I'm not sure about telling her, but maybe I could give you a bonus if you can start a conversation with her where you both tell your stories about kicking balls in front of me." I suggested.

"Oh, you're sneaky. I can do that. I love her stories and love telling mine. Maybe you can write me a couple fictional scenes for me to mix in with my real ones."

"Sure, I've read a lot of stories online about it and could make some up for you. Did you watch the clip you made yet?"

"Yes. It was funny and even a little hot. Maybe I'm a perv too haha. What girl likes kicking and stomping on her brothers balls?!? Oh yeah all of them, haha. Even if you love your brother and get along you still would love to kick and stomp on his nuts."

"Can you send it to me too?" I asked not wanting to sound weird but watching it on a clip without the actual pain sounded glorious.

"Sure bro. But don't worry I'll make more. Probably film every kick and stomp. I'm sure you'll want to watch them too. Maybe we'll have you buy me shoes to kick stomp and trample your nuts in. Do you like heels?"

"Actually I'm more into sneakers myself. But a trip to a shoe store could be fun."

"I've got a lot of sneakers, including cheer practice ones that get dirty and sweaty and cheer shoes for competition that are fairly new and pristine. Lots of old Nikes and Vans and Converse."

"Yes, Amy. I'm familiar with all of your shoes. But I've never smelled them or anything I promise."

"Okay perv. Just keep it that way. No smelling or playing with my shoes without permission and paying a fee."

What Are Friends For?

What Are Friends For?

By MickeyBB

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Melanie was a woman I used to work with. Her department manager was a good friend of mine. He absolutely hated her. Just to piss him off, I would always be super nice to her and chat every time I walked by. At first it was kind of a joke to piss him off, but I actually found out she was okay. I started to enjoy talking to her, and she enjoyed talking to me because everyone in her department didn't like her.

"Hey, John." Melanie called as I was near her department.

"Hi, Melanie. How are you today, how can I be of service." I replied as she directed me to a corner of the backroom.

"Kenny is being a dick again. He said I set up the counter wrong and said Sherry should come in first and get the early shift to set up even though I have more seniority. I'm tired of his shit. I'm going to kick him in the balls!" She was steaming.

"Now, Melanie, don't do that. You'd lose your job. You totally can't kick your department head in the balls." I said trying to be the voice of reason.

"Well then, I am going to kick the next rude customer in the balls." She said.

"Now we both know you'd definitely lose your job kicking a customer in the balls. Maybe there's a way to destress that doesn't involve kicking anyone in the balls. See if we can find another way to improve your mood."

"I mean, I could knee someone I guess, but a kick is better. A punch wouldn't be that good either. Wait…….. a stomp. That's perfect. Thanks John." I don't think she was understanding my suggestion.

"Seriously Melanie you can't kick or stomp the balls of your supervisor or a customer."

"I know, but I really want to. It's the perfect solution. I've got to find someone who will let me." She said with a smile.

"Uh, do you, I don't know, do you have any male friends?" I asked, knowing almost all of her coworkers hated her and no guy was going to let anyone kick or stomp his balls.

"Just you, buddy." She winked at me, and her eyes drifted down to my crotch, then back up to look in my eyes. "Come on, John what are friends for?"

"Well I can see how you would feel better stomping out your frustrations, but for a guy it hurts horribly. Friends aren't for hurting you extremely just so they feel better." I said, although I suddenly thought it might be hot to be kicked by her.

Melanie wasn't beautiful or anything, but she had a decent face with dark brown hair and was about 5'5" tall. She had size 7 feet, as she told me when she wanted shoes for her birthday.

"Please John. It'll be fun. It doesn't even hurt that bad. I used to kick my brother all the time and he still loves me."

"That's it!! Ask your brother." I suggested

"No, that's just weird."

"I can't believe I am saying this but okay, after work I will meet you in the back parking lot and stand still and let you kick my balls." I said, nervously.

"Okay, I'll take the after work kick, but I need a stomp now, or I'll kill Kenny and lose my job and my daughter will starve and we'll live on the street."

I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Okay there's nobody around. Just not too hard, okay? It could cause permanent damage."

"Whatever John, don't be a baby. It's just your balls, no big deal. Even if one ruptures it's easy to repair now, and you only need one anyway. You have those things just taking up space in your underwear doing nothing, let's put them to use. They'll make me feel better and save my job." She said as she helped me lay down and looked down at me with a really cute mischievous smile. She walked back to the swinging door to peek and make sure nobody was coming. "All clear."

STOMP

STOMP

STOMP

I just started to process the pain from her stomp when she did it a second and third time before I could react and roll over and grab at more suddenly extremely sore and surely swelling balls.

"Thanks, John. I better get back on the counter before Kenny gets mad again." She said walking away before I could chastise her for the extra two stomps.

I lay there for a couple minutes before the swinging door opened and Ken walked in.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Oh, suddenly I had severe pain in my, uhh, back and just wanted to lay flat." I said.

"So Melanie just came into the backroom and looked happy about something. I started in on her and she said 'you better back off I'm a real ballbuster' and I swear she quickly glanced at my junk. I don't think she was joking, she really wanted to kick my balls. It might be worth it. Take one kick to the balls and then we could fire my biggest pain in the ass. Hell I'd probably take 100 kicks to get rid of her. Oh yeah she's your buddy now. Well watch out, she's a real ballbuster. Hahaha."

Didn't I know!!

September 7, 2020

A Lannister Always Pays Their Debt

A Lannister always pays their debts

By mickeybb, 07-25-2013

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As Cersei approached the cells in the tombs deep below King's Landing, she recalled how she had tortured her little beast of a brother. She would squeeze his disgusting little twig and flick her lithe fingers into his balls when nobody was watching (as was usually the case, since the monster had killed her mother on his way out of her). That would seem like the good old days to him after she was through with him now.

Tyrion was sitting in his cell trying to find a way to convince Cersei and whoever he needed to that he was not guilty of treason and murder. Of course he hated Joffrey, anybody with any sense would, but he couldn't kill his own nephew. Now, if only he could narrow down the list of people who could have killed the king. His own wife, Sansa, was a suspect. She had as much reason as anyone, but she had accepted his abuse for a great period of time even while betrothed to him, why would she poison him as he was marrying someone else? The other main suspects as Tyrion could see them now were: Stark supporters, Loras Tyrell, Stannis Baratheon, Margery Tyrell, Littlefinger, Lord Varys and even Tywin Lannister who could more easily control Tommen than the hot headed Joffrey. All of these had motive to want the king dead, but Tyrion himself had more run ins with him than anyone, and resigned himself to not being able to talk his way out of this charge, despite his actual innocence.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps on the cement floor approaching his cell. The lock was clinking, then the 12 inch thick door swung open to reveal, Cersei and four of the largest most brutal guards this side of the mountain himself. They quickly walked through the door with 2 of her guards grabbing the dwarf with enough force to topple a man 4 times his size. The struggle quickly went out of him as he lay flat on the ground, with one guard triple his size on each arm and holding his legs still.

Cersei approached with the most hateful look he had ever seen from her, and that was saying a lot as she had despised him since the day he was born. She stomped her right foot into his groin with tremendous force causing Tyrion to cry out.

"I'm sorry, is this painful for you?" She asked in a rhetorical matter. He answered only with sceams of pain, as she twisted her hard soled jewel encrusted shoe from side to side. She allowed herself a tiny measure of joy as his screams reached a higher pitch. As a girl growing up she had discovered this weak vulnerable area on boys, first on Tyrion himself when she was only 7 or 8 years old. She had enjoyed exploring this male weakness ever since, kicking and stomping on every male groin she could get her pretty little feet on. Jamie had experienced his twins anger directed at his male-ness a few times, before she had determined his might be more enjoyable used another way. She had busted every male servant at Casterly Rock, most of them dozens of times. She was snapped back to the present by a new level of high pitched wailing from the beast.

"Shut him up please." She instructed the guards, who quickly covered his mouth. Tyrion screamed into the dirty rough hands that covered his mouth as Cersei stepped up with her other foot, now standing with her entire 120 lbs. on his over matched testicles. "Now, how would you like to be put to death? Sir Illyn Payne with a single swing of his blade? Tommen could avenge his brother by taking your life with Joffrey's crossbow. Perhaps you would enjoy being disemboweled in a public setting. I have the feeling the next time you see the light of day outside of this cell, you will welcome any of these options, as the next 30 days you are being questioned in this cell by the prosecutor. The prosecutor is, of course, ME! I will question you while standing on your sickly disgusting balls. You will answer by licking every speck of the filth of this world off the bottoms of my royal feet." She stepped off his groin. "Please remove his clothes and sit him up."

The guards acted with a stunning efficiency that, had Tyrion been more aware, he would have assumed they feared her as much as he did. Perhaps their balls had been subjected to her soft, smooth, deadly feet as well.

"Cersei, please I could never.." Tyrion said as his mouth was uncovered.

"YOU MURDERED MY SON, THE KING." She shouted back with such force it scared the guards as much as her brother. "You will not talk your way out of this. Your mouth should remain closed until I can have these gentlemen remove my shoes, so your mouth will have a purpose."

He decided to placate her for now as he considered his options. He didn't struggle as the guards removed all of his clothing. Cersei sat on the wooden stool (the only furniture in his cell) and crossed her right leg over the left. The guards must have the plan down as without further instruction they removed her shoe. The hard soled sandle had two pieces of a smooth soft twine that came out of the ankle area and twisted around making crosses going up her leg to the top of her calf. Tyrion thought he saw the guard that was undoing the laces have a look of excitement on his face. A quick glance to the guards loins told Tyrion the man had a foot fetish. In his readings on human behavior and sexuality, he had discovered that of all the weird things people enjoyed the foot fetish was number one. Perhaps Cersei had gotten away with her dominating attitude because she had found men who lusted after her feet and many of whom enjoyed being humiliated and dominated as well. These were things she did anyway, and any positive reinforcement only made her worse.

After the guard had removed both shoes (did the guard smell them before setting them down, Tyrion thought so) the other guard held Tyrions head in place as his sister's slightly dirty foot approached his face. While the guard enjoyed her feet Tyrion had no such predilection. He had never liked feet, and had mostly enjoyed prostitutes as they allowed him to service them in his own ways. He had been told that he was a surprisingly gifted lover, well endowed despite his small stature, and with a very talented tongue. They held him by his throat ******* him to open his mouth. Cersei's foot accepted the invitation and inserted as many toes as she could fit, four made it excluding her big toe which wiggled against his cheek.

"Lick my toes, you fool. When a woman puts her toes in your mouth you lick them." He was disgusted, these were toes in his mouth, and not just any toes but the dirty toes of his sister, who hated him more than anyone. He had no options and did as instructed, he licked. "Haha, just weeks ago you were hand of the king planning a war. Now you are reduced to licking my dirty toes. Make sure to lick in between, there is always this crud that gathers there." She laughed at the situation, then remebered her dead son and kicked her foot forward knocking Tyrion over. While she knew Joffrey had been out of control, she could not accept him being killed by his own uncle. She stepped forward once again landing on his groin with one foot causing another satisfying high pitched squeal, which was silenced by her other foot on his mouth.

"Tyrion, this was the best day of the rest of your life. I promise you my feet will find new and more exciting ways to torture you each day for the next 30 days, after which time you will be put to death for treason and murder. So you are very lucky, every day of the rest of your life will be the best day left. Which unfortunately means every day will be worse than the day before, but better than the next. So tell me, Mr. Reader and philosopher, is the cup half full or half empty?" She sat back on the stool and rested her feet on her beast brother while the guard dutifully laced up her shoes for the walk up the stairs to the royal castle part of the tower. She, too, noticed he had a penchant for feet. She smiled to herself and thought she might practice on him to come up with new ways to humiliate and punish Tyrion. After they were finished she once again stood up on her brothers balls. "Remember, that was the best it would get, and it won't ever get that good again." Then she stepped off and walked away. Since her father had excluded her from the government she only had the job of getting Tyrion to confess or proving his guilt. She had plenty of time to plan the next days ball-busting and foot licking fun. Those leather boots she has really made her feet sweat, she thought to herself.

September 1, 2020

Cara and Cady control Chuck

Cara and Cady control Chuck

Chuck was 19 years old, like a lot of us he thought about girls 93% of the time when awake and probably 100% while dreaming.

He had an older sister, Courtney 21 and twin 18 year old sisters, Cara and Cady.

While he would never want to do anything sexual with his sisters, having three beautiful young girls walking around the house in various states of dress (and undress!) he certainly looked and sometimes became aroused .

Cara and Cady were on the girls soccer team and came home from practice on Saturday to find Chuck sitting on the floor in front of the couch watching an action movie. The girls kicked off their shoes, leaving a slightly sweaty aroma in the air, as they sat at opposite ends of the couch putting their feet side by side in the middle right behind Chucks head.

The girls were very close and did almost everything together but like most siblings bickered a lot , so they started fighting over position on the couch. They began a small kick fight with their hot sweaty feet. During the minor melee Chuck was treated to several kicks to the back of his head from his sisters' dirty feet.

"Would you please stop, you just kicked my head with your stinkly feet like 6 times."

"Oh,did we?" asked Cara with a sweet playful tone as she kicked Chucks head again. "Sorry."

"How stinky are our feet anyway , Chuck?" asked Cady as she held her sweaty white sock right up against Chucks nose. Cara put her foot against Cadys so their two feet touched and pinched Chucks nose in between them. The girls giggled as they both started lightly kicking his head with their other feet.

"Please stop." Chuck asked as for the first time in his life he realized he liked feet, he liked smelling their sweaty feet, and for reasons beyond his understanding he liked them kicking him.

"We need someone to seperate us to stop our fighting . Why don't you come up on the couch and sit between us?" Cara asked.

"Please......."

"Okay, okay " Chuck savored the smell of his younger sisters' feet "I can't get up until i get my nose back."

"Ooops i forgot that was there ." said Cady as she wiggled her toes on his nose. "Yeah , I've got your nose." she said as if to a baby only she was pinching his nose between her sweaty toes not her finger and thumb. After they removed their feet Chuck got up and sat in the middle cushion of the couch between his sisters.

They both continued to sit facing each other with Chuck in the middle. Cara decided to stretch out a little and put her left foot on Chuck left thigh and her right foot on his shoulder. Cady mirrored Caras moves on the other side. Chuck was confused, these were his

sisters and although he had looked at them and knew they were hot he couldn't understand his arousal at having their dirty feet on him.

Chuck was trying to avoid an embarrasing erection by focusing on the movie, Total Recall with Arnold Schwarzeneggar and Sharon Stone. Unfortunately for Chuck the next scene had Sharon kicking Arnold in the balls while wearing hot workout clothes.

Cara and Cady loved it and started laughing. "Chuck, do you like movies where guys get kicked in the balls?" Cara asked with a laugh.

"It's not about that it is just the one scene."

"But do you like it? is it funny or even a turn -on?" She asked.

"I guess it is funny but i don't know why." Chuck responded.

"I DO!!" Cara said as she slammed her right foot from his shoulder down into his balls. "It's funny because your most sensitive parts dangle out in the open where girls can access them with their little feet, meaning weak small girls can incapacitate a big strong guy with a tiny sweaty foot." as she said that she moved her foot back to his nose.

Chuck didn't know what to do, it hurt like hell but he was as turned on as ever. He just sat there taking whatever Cara had the desire to dish out.

"My turn" said Cady as she kicked her brothers balls also. "Chuck are you enjoying this, your cock is hard as arock it almost hurt my heel?"

"I don't know" Chuck answered "it doesn't make any sense."

"Sure it does. You like being kicked in the balls by your hot twin sisters. And i think you liked smelling our dirty feet too, since you didn't complain when we rested both our feet on your nose. Don't worry it's not ******, we're not going to have sex with you or anything like that. We're just going to bust your balls and test out our foot scents on your nose. It'll be fun. Since we are pretty competitive i hope we don't try to find out who can kick your balls harder or we might never have nieces and nephews. I promise not to pop your balls if Cady does the same."

Cady slammed her foot into her brothers balls again and said "I can't promise but i'll try not to rupture your testicles. I do think i kick harder than Cara though." At that point she kicked him again and had to move her foot away quickly as Cara followed with a kick of her own.

"Okay Charlie lay down on the floor on your back with your butt against the couch and your legs coming up." said Cara, knowing Chuck hated being called Charlie, but the humiliation of being a slave at his sisters feet was only enhanced by being called Charlie, He assumed the position Cara told him to as she scooted to the middle of the couch so that her right leg was between Chucks legs she

rubbed her foot on his groin until his erection was sticking straight up, then she pushed it down with the ball of her foot leaving her heel on his balls. After pressing down gently for a minute or so she suddenly stood up putting 115 pounds of beautiful hot sweaty girl directly on his ballss her other foot waved in the air. Trying to keep her balance on one foot meant slightly shifting weight a little one way then the other.

"Bitch get off please." Chuck screamed. He was a nice guy who got along with his sisters so he had never called one of them that before.

"What did you call me!! Now i guess the fact that I'm standing on your balls must have escaped your attention, but calling me names at this point isn't too smart ." At this point Cara put her other foot on nuts at the same time and started marching in place.

"Cara, I've got an idea " said Cady "remember in science with Pavlov's dog?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We could train Charlie not to use that word by simultaneously kicking his balls while saying bitch and saying other acceptable

words while being nice to him, or at least not busting his balls."

"That's a great idea Cady, why don't i go grab my ipod as you stand right here and save my spot." Cara stepped off Chucks balls but

her size 7 feet were replaced by an almost identical pair of size 7 feet, carrying an almost identical 115 pounds, causing an almost identical amount of searing pain in Chucks balls but somehow hard-on inducing adrenaline in his penis.

When Cara returned she was surprised to see her sister jumping on Chucks groin. "Cady, what are you doing?"

"Just a little exercise. I only jumped a couple of inches anyway."

"Okay i guess it's alright" Cara said as though the decision of whether or not to jump on Chuck's balls was hers alone , and his opinion didn't matter.

"Now I'm going to put this song on a loop and every time we hear the word bitch we kick his balls. Chuck, listen to the song I think you'll like it."

As the music started after Chuck was positioned against the wall with legs spread, Chuck became aware that the song was "Bitch".

by Meredith Brooks. Shit that song must have the word bitch in it 20-25 times. Cara got to go first since it was her iPod, she kicked as

hard as you might expect for a soccer player.

After a few playings of the song Cady was kicking again. Chuck was sure he could not only not say bitch ever again, but not even

hear the word without feeling extreme pain in his groin.

Cara and Cady took to calling themselves the Pavlov twins and Chuck was their dog. They couldn't wait to tell Courtney about their new hobby/experiment

The Ledger & Follow The Rules!

The Ledger, by mickeyBB

My name is Bob, I am 22 years old. I live with my mother Jane and sister Susie, who just turned 18. My father left us when I was 15 and Susie was just 8. Since mom worked a lot of hours to make enough to support the family I often had to watch Susie. I am 6'4" tall like my dad, but Susie was always petite about 5'1" tall and only 98 lbs. even at age 18.

I don't know why but I always teased Susie about being short, saying things like:

-that's the long and short of it

-what is the difference between a midget and a dwarf, and which one are you

-can you limbo under the couch and see if the remote fell under there

-asking her to stand up when she was already standing

- telling her she has pretty eyes, when she was standing on a chair or up a couple of steps like I've never seen them before.

Susie never seemed upset when I called her shorty or half-pint or any other name you can imagine as a rude thing to say to a short ( or vertically challenged ) person, but I was about to find out she was keeping score and payback would be a ball-buster.

Today mom came home in a bad mood and seemed to take it out on me, but not on Susie. I was a little annoyed with that and called Susie a midget. Mom hit the roof "You've lived here rent-free since you graduated high school

and I have treated you with a respect that you haven't really earned, but all you do is mooch and pick on your little ( and here I made the mistake of snickering at the little comment ) sister. Those days are over mister. Susie go get your ledger."

"What ledger?" I asked.

"The ledger mom told me to start about 3 years ago, counting every time you insulted me or picked on me," Susie said. Now I was getting nervous. I was kidding most of the time but if she wrote it down every time it would look bad.

"Now if you want to continue to live here, there will be new rules." Mom said in a stern tone. "Your rude and mean comments to your sister have put you in debt to her and we will even this ledger starting now."

"Mom I was only teasing her, and she acted like she didn't care, but if she wants to call me dummy, or idiot or whatever she can go ahead."

"You are an idiot but you don't get to decide how she pays you back. SHE DOES!! With my help and guidance." Just then Susie returned with the ledger actually 3 spiral notebooks, wow was I really that mean? "Susie do you have

our running total?"

"Yes mom, it's 8913. Wow-what a dick he's been," said Susie with a little smile at me, knowing she was getting some payback of some sort which I was unaware as of yet.

Mom sat down on the couch and told Susie and I to sit as well. "Here is what Susie will get to choose from for a total payback of eight thousand nine hundred thirteen: she can insult you, which you deserve but I wouldn't waste them on, or make you do a chore for her, or look taller for 1 minute by forcing you to lay down so she stand on you..." At this point I started to object but was silenced by a slap in the face from Susie. "....as I was saying stand on you for 1 minute, or slap you as you just witnessed but that was to stop you interrupting so it won't count against Susie, or kick you, or jump on you but that will take off 2 points even though she is very petite, or make you rub her feet for 5 minutes, or clean her shoes with your tongue 1 point for a pair of shoes, or practice her self defense moves for 5 minutes but that will cost 5 points but no per kick or punch charge and you can't fight back, oh I forgot punching and kicking 1 point each but because I feel some sympathy kicks to the balls will count 2 points if Susie wears heels or boots,1 point if her tennies or barefoot. Susie have I forgotten any?"

"Yes, mom how many points if I stick my sweaty socks in his mouth? And when I stand on him can I stand anywhere? And what if I need my pretty little toenails painted? And can I make him rub my feet and smell them when Jonny comes over, that would be awesome maybe Jonny would rub my feet too he always looks at them, it would be hard not to they're so cute and tiny size 5 and a half." As she was talking she held her tiny but, yes, cute foot in front of my face.

Mom took a deep breath before addressing all of Susie's questions. "Okay 1 point for 1 minute of socks, unless you wear them more than one day then 1 point per day of wear per minute." Susie gave an awwwwww... like she

wanted to stick her 4-day old gym socks in my mouth, I was getting very scared. Mom continued "yes you can stand anywhere when you stand on him, but if you stand on his face or balls you have to take off your shoes or it'll cost 2 points for 5 minutes, you know what I think he's been such a jerk he can paint your toes once a week for no points but 2 points for an additional toenail painting in the same week. If Bob brings Jonny or anyone else over to OUR HOUSE he will be subject to any embarrassment we choose, however, if Jonny rubs your feet or performs any of Bob's tasks it will still take the same number of points off as if Bob had done it. So Bob does this sound fair no actually forget fair, does it sound like payback?"

"You're crazy if you think I'm doing any of that I'll just move out, I am not letting that midget stand on me or stick her dirty socks in my mouth," I replied amazed they thought I would put up with that. BAMMM!!!!

Susie's size 5.5 foot was planted in between my legs with astonishing speed.

"5 more points for the word midget from now on we add 5 to the ledger every time you insult her or pick on her and no points off for that kick either." Mom told me. "And if you think this deal is unfair how about we call 911 and tell them you hit your mother and sister. In jail, you wouldn't get anything as tasty as Susie's socks shoved in your mouth that's for sure."

They both were laughing at the realization that I was going to have to work off all my rudeness from 3 years.

"Okay now we're at 8918, let's work it down to 8900 even before I go to bed," Susie said with more excitement than I had ever seen her show. She slipped off her white ankle socks and stuck them in my waiting mouth "5 points for 5 minutes of socks," BAMMM!! " another 1 point for a barefoot kick in balls, hell make it 2 points," BAMMM "now I'll stand on you for five minutes, then five of self defense. Let's see 1 more point to use tonight, I could make you take out the trash, nahhhh" BAMMMM!!!!! the worst kick to my tender balls so far. " Here I go, I'm stepping up on your chest how does that feel?"

"Hmmmphhh itch" Was the witty reply I came up with through Susie's dirty sock.

"Did you just call me a bitch? Mom back to 8905. Now I'm stepping on your face with my adorable little feet. Heck, I probably don't have to tell you where I'm stepping even though I only weigh 98 lbs. you can probably

feel it right? See if you can feel this..." she stepped on my balls, after having kicked them several times I didn't feel it very much. ".... can you feel it? Hell I got 5 more points after that bitch comment might as well use 'em up.

Mom how many points for a stomp?"

"Since we didn't establish that it'll count 1 point for now," STOMP, whimper, STOMP, whine, STOMP, cry, STOMP, sob, STOMP, nothing.

"Mom, he passed out don't count that last stomp, as a matter of fact, it was pretty rude to pass out while I was stomping his balls. I think we should add 5 points for rudeness." She continued to stand on my balls, I'm not positive how long I was out but she got more stomps and standing than the points she took off for sure.

I did some math and found that the number of points was over 8 per day for 3 years. Some quick math told me I could be kicked or stomped in the balls 8 times a day for 3 years and that's assuming I can break the habit

of making rude smartass comments, I hope that I can. I'll keep telling myself:

-rude comment= kick in the balls

-rude comment= kick in the balls

-rude comment= kick in the balls

-rude comment= kick in the balls


THE END (BUT REALLY JUST THE BEGINNING).


Follow the rules! by mickeybb, 08-12-2008

When my parents retired they decided to move to Jamaica, leaving my sister Amy, 16 and myself, Mickey, 20 to run the small neighborhood party store they opened over 20 years ago. Dad had been in the military and had a very structured and regulated way of raising his children and running his business. Amy and I ran the place together as virtually equal partners, although I actually had 51% stake for voting purposes on any conflicts. The conflicts were few because of the structured way the business was set up. Dad had left us a list of rules that were never to be violated and some that were open to discussion and possible change. Among the set in stone rules were obvious ones like absolutely no bare feet allowed on the floor at any time and to avoid repetitive problems with people without enough money we were forbidden from letting someone leave with anything if they were even a penny short, unless of course we wanted to put the money in the register for them.

Our store, D & D party store, was about 2 miles from the high school and one mile from the beach meaning we got tested on the no bare feet rule regularly and also from Amy’s schoolmates and former schoolmates of mine tested on the pay in full rule. Dad’s other main rule was to never dispute anything said by your coworker in front of a customer (for dad his only coworker was mom, and for me it’s just Amy), just do what they say and discuss it later.

Well I don’t know what Amy was thinking but she called me upfront while I was supposed to be stocking the cooler with pop and beer. When I got up front she said her friends Katie and Jen were on their way to the beach and didn’t have shoes. I immediately started to explain a rule she knew quite well when she said

“I know they can’t step on the floor with their pretty little feet but if you lay down right here lengthwise they can stand on you to reach the counter it’s only a couple of feet from the door.”

Katie and Jen were giggling standing in the doorway as I looked up but noticed they were in bikinis. They were both hot Katie was 5’4” about 110 lbs. and blonde, while Jen was very petite smoking redhead 5’1”

90 lbs. I was stunned looking at the girls and about to tell Amy off when I remembered dad’s no disputes in front of customers. I wanted to impress these two hot young girls and I guess taking both of them standing on me would be better than arguing with my sister, so I laid down with my feet towards the door and the cash register in front of my chest.

“Thanks Amy for rolling out the dork carpet for us.” Jen said as she stepped on my leg and moved up making room for Katie to step on. Jen had her feet on my upper chest and I could just get a faint hint of the dirt she had picked up walking around barefoot. Katie stepped forward and accidentally (?!!) stepped right on my balls.

“Oops, I think I may have misstepped on your dork carpet” Katie said with a laugh as I became assured that I would be impressing these girls from under their feet, what was I thinking?

Amy was laughing with them not exactly hurrying them along. After a couple of minutes of talk she finally asked them what they wanted. They asked for 2 bags of ice and 2 packs of cigarettes.

“That’s $ 13.55“ Amy said. Jen stepped on the side of my face as she reached in her pink fanny pack.

“Shit” she said “I only have 13 dollars I put all my change in a jar at home.”

“You’ll have to put something back.” I said causing Jen to put her foot back on my chest and step off my head, maybe she didn’t know she had stepped on my face.

”Shut up!!” Katie said with a devastating stomp that caught my left nut squarely. “Amy can’t you let us go?”

“No I’m sorry I have to put the exact amount of money in the register, but…….” she paused I’m sure for my benefit “…..I can put it in for you if you’ll do me a favor.”

“Sure whatever you want.”

“Okay Jen take 2 steps to your left” she did which put both of her feet on my face “ and Katie remembers what we did first in gym class today if you can do 10 of those I’ll put in your change for you.”

Katie said, “Are you sure you want me doing that here?”

Amy looked over the counter and said “Actually one step to your left”

“You’re evil,” Jen said as she laughed hard enough for me to feel her body sway a bit on my face.

Katie said “Sorry Mickey but I need those smokes and that ice.” Then I realized one step to her left put her right on my crotch again. For reasons beyond my control or understanding, I was hard as a rock under her warm dirty bare foot. “Wow, I take back that apology you dirty fucker getting hard at work in front of, or underneath actually, a customer. Okay, Amy just for you.”

I realized what they did first in gym class after Katie did her first jumping jack on me. I was still hard despite, or maybe because of, the pummeling my balls took under Katie’s feet.

When Katie stepped out the door, Jen stepped off my face and started towards the door I realized there was another pair of dirty bare feet dangling over my face. “Hey Mickey I was only barefoot behind the counter…” she leaped off the counter onto my face “but since you’re here I won’t break any rules leaving out the front …. No bare feet on the floor it’s disgusting don’t you think.” As she went on about bare feet being gross she continued to grind hers on my face.

“Try hopping on his balls Amy” Katie said as if it was a new fad, and I guess it was.

“Customer’s always right!!!” Amy said as she bounced on my balls 3 times giggling as I thought my 51%

Didn’t mean anything against this clever girl, my sister, who followed the rules to the letter. I had a feeling I would be laying in front of the counter a lot from now on and good thing I was finding out I liked being trampled and kicked in the balls, as I would be getting that a lot as well.

Why, Oh Why

 "Why, oh why?" by mickeybb



I came home from school one day to find my sister doing aerobics in front of the t.v. in the family room. There was a baseball game on and I wanted to watch it, but Sara said I would have to wait but if I helped her she would let me change channels as soon as she did a couple of more sets.

I said "Okay what do you want me to do?" 

She smiled a sneaky but sexy smile that left me wondering what she wanted me for. "Just stand here for a minute, and I'll be sure to get my workout done faster with your help." I agreed and stood behind her as she stretched right then left her shiny pink leotard had just a little sweat stain right in between her butt cheeks. As I started feeling guilty for checking out my own sister the instructor on t.v. said "... now 5 back kicks" I realized a split second before my sisters sweaty but pretty size 8 foot in her little pink frilly socks came blasting toward my balls what I was helping her do. 

The impact of the heel of her right foot on my balls knocked me back against the wall. I then realized I had no chance to get away pinned against the wall like that. Sara just giggled and said "we'll watch the ball game after the BALLS-GAME!!" Then she proceeded to follow the t.v. chicks instruction and kicked my balls again. "....2 and 3 and 4 and 5 ...." the pain was excruciating but it was over....." Now let's do the left leg..." 

I just cried as I knew 5 more were coming. They didn't hurt as bad since Sara was right handed or footed for that matter, but they weren't exactly pleasant either and the accumulated damage had me wondering if I would be able to function as a man. The fifth kick with her left foot she left her toes on my balls and I don't know how to describe it but she flexed her toes like she was making a fist with her toes and my left nut was in her fist. I just moaned in pain, she finally removed her foot and I fell to the floor. Laying on my back looking up to see Sara's smile through my teary eyes, I feared she wasn't done, then the bitch on t.v. said "Stand in front of your stepper, if you don't have the official solid one we sell you can improvise on almost anything, now step up pause stretch like you are reaching for the sky then step down." She followed the instructions perfectly improvising on my very tender balls and standing tippy toe while reaching for the sky. Sara paused
the tape and said she couldn't concentrate with my screaming and retching.

Thank God I thought it is over, then I felt something being pushed between my lips and I looked up to see Sara's sexy bare feet as she pushed them on my mouth to make sure the frilly socks she just stuck in there stayed in.

"Now where was I?" Then she hit play and went back to using my balls as a stepper. After 10 of those she sat down on the couch and put her feet on my face, I could feel the warmth of her footprint on my cheek.

"What did you want to watch again?" she asked.

"The ballgame please." I replied after she reclaimed her sweaty socks.

"One ball-game coming up!" You can probably guess what she did then; stomped my balls again but she did change it to my channel.

"Why did you do that Sara? Why, oh why?"

"Well I was bored and since the game got rained out anyway I thought maybe you'd want to play with me. I do this exercise routine everyday so if you want to watch t.v. between 3:00 and 4:00 this is what we do. I can do the back-kicks without resistance but I do need a stepper everyday so see you tomorrow, okay???"

Busted by Step-sister

busted by step-sister, mickeybb, 02-14-2008 I thought it was just another day, boy was I wrong. It was the start of my fantasy life combined with the pain and horror that often accompanies sexual fantasies that become realities. I came home from work early and being the only one home I thought I would check some of my favorite websites out. I have had fantasies about women's feet ever since I could understand any sexual feelings at all. Somehow seeing a movie, or a playground fight, or funny home video T.V. shows my fantasies had turned to men being kicked in the groin. I was 26 years old but living with my parents, actually my dad and my stepmom Carolyn and her 19 year old daughter from a previous marriage. Dad and Carolyn got married 2 and 1/2 years ago when Kristen was 16 and 1/2. I picked on her a lot, just kidding and giving her a hard time, secretly wishing her soccer experience would lead to a well-deserved kick in the balls (but not wanting her to be angry enough to hurt me seriously). She did not comply with my unspoken fantasy. Like most guys with my secret, I sent out subtle hints of my desires. Kristen had kicked our neighbor Sam in the groin for grabbing her ass last year at a block party. I mentioned it every time the three of us were together, you know, just in conversation. Kristen never caught on. So back to my story, I surfed some foot sites dealing with forced foot smelling, trampling and of course ballbusting. About an hour after I started, the front door opened and I heard Kristen talking to someone (the computer was in the office at the back of the house). As I quickly exited my opened windows and signed off, Kristen walked in with her friend Michelle, who was 18. Now Kristen is very petite only 5'3 weighing about 105 with size 6 feet. Michelle was taller and chunkier about 5'6 and 135 lb with about size 9 feet. Kristen said I was okay for a stepbrother I always seemed to get off the computer just when she needed to use it. I shrugged and said "glad to oblige two lovely ladies" and left the room. Dad and Carolyn had gone to a party and said they wouldn't be home until 2 or 3am. They also said if they drank they would probably stay at the house where the party was at. So I hoped Kristen and Michelle would leave soon so I could surf the adult foot sites some more since I didn't get much alone time and was worried someone would walk in if anyone was home. It was 4:00 when Kristen got home, it was now 5:45 and I had heard some whispering and giggling, I shouted jokingly "you girls better not be surfing porn sites". Then Kristen asked, "could you come here please?" When I entered the room, I saw they were looking at a foot sex site I had looked at earlier and panicked. Had I forgotten to sign off, no I was sure I had. "What's that?" I asked. "Oh, just some site with stories and pictures of guys getting kicked in the balls." she barely got out, she was laughing so hard. "What are you guys doing looking at that, and how did you even find it?" "Well you left something in the printer," (OH SHIT) "here it is it appears to be a story about a guy getting kicked in the balls. Since the site's address appears on it we decided to check it out, and it seems to be 20 or so stories about guys being kicked in the balls and smelling feet. Why would you have printed it?" I stammered (and blushed) but caught myself in time to come up with a plausible story "I came across it and printed it for you to give Sam as a joke." "Strange you should mention that, I was just telling Michelle that story and how great I felt after kicking Sam. But we got over it and we're sort of friends now and it never comes up except when you mention it." "I thought it was funny" I said nervously. "No sale" she replied. "Most guys say you should never kick a guy there, but you encouraged me any time I felt threatened or mad to kick 'em in the balls. Most guys cringe every time a guy gets it in the movies, but you've worked in that video store for almost 5 years and almost all the movies you bring home have at least 1 scene of ball kicking and you don't cringe, you almost seem excited when I think about it now. "You're crazy" I told her. "Wait till I tell your dad the tough military chauvinist that his son fantasizes about getting kicked in the balls." "Please don't tell him. I'll admit it and do anything you want." "Well first since you have a job and I don't I need an allowance of hmmmmm... $50.00 a week." "No way I only make $8.00 an hour and would have to work an extra 10 hours a week after taxes just to give you $50.00 for nothing." "It's not for nothing. I won't tell your dad, plus maybe I can make some of your fantasies come true." "Like what?" I asked nervously. "First get your ass under the desk and take off my shoes and remain silent while I finish playing on the net." I paused. "Do it now!! "Reluctantly I complied. "You're going to sit there and smell my feet for 10 minutes, then we'll see what's next." So I took off her shoes, and she placed her sweaty socked feet on my face. The stories and pictures had always been fun for me. I even sneaked Kristen's shoes into my room to smell them a couple of times and jerked off to them. But this was different it wasn't sexy and Michelle was laughing hysterically. The 10 minutes was up so I asked Kristen to let me up. She said, "Are you ready to start?" "What do you mean start? I smelled your feet for 10 minutes like you said." "No you smelled my socks for 10 minutes I thought you were just warming up your nose for the exercise it was going to get" "Please Kristen..." "TAKE OFF MY SOCKS NOW." I took off her socks, and she started rubbing her sweaty tiny feet all over my face, alternating pressure with a light touch and crushing force. I didn't think I was enjoying the embarrassment, but I was getting hard. She noticed when she told me to get up. "You sick fuck" "Sorry" I whimpered, almost tearing up. "Don't worry, we'll help make it go away, right Michele?" "How do we do that?" Michelle asked. "Well, if you agree to keep his secret too, I'll make him give you $50.00 also this week, but you can't get it every week. He can't afford to serve two queens." "Okay, but how does giving us $50.00 each make his hard on go away?" "Well, I said I was going to make some of his fantasies come true." "Again, how does that make him soft?" Michelle asked before realizing what Kristen meant. I was still clueless but didn't want to find out. "They're not fantasies I want to make come true. It's just stories and pictures that turned me on." They both laughed at me. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "I'm going to kick you in the balls, if that doesn't make you soft, Michelle will kick you. After 10 or so kicks, if you're still hard we'll try something else. Now I was terrified, 10 kicks from 2 soccer players on my balls. I had fantasies like but never really wanted them to come true (at least I didn't think so). ,"Take your jeans off so we can check you're hard-on after every kick, You wouldn't want us to kick you any more than we have to. We're just trying to help you know". The horrible reality that was coming had me terrified. Kristen stood in front of me smiling with a look in her eyes that made her look so happy, I was almost happy for her. She winked at me and swung her leg back and kicked. I was waiting for the full intense pain and misery to set in. Never having been kicked before, despite the fantasy I 1/2 wanted my whole life, the pain wasn't that bad. I mean it hurt, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. "Inspection time," Kristen said, "still hard. I'll coach Michelle for her kick" Then they walked across the room to whisper. I feared her size 9's with 135 pounds of force on my balls. She kicked a little harder than Kristen and I fell to my knees, more a reaction to the force to my body as a whole, again the pain in my balls not as bad as I thought. Maybe that's why enough guys write and talk about it to make up web sites, it isn't that bad, a general pain but bearable. "While you're down there..." Michelle lifted the bare foot that had just kicked me up to my nose. "Smell it." I did. "Kiss it" I did. "Okay, stand up." Kristen said. The pain was there but not that bad I was still hard maybe not as much as before. "Still hard, I'll have to kick a little harder. Make it fun for me and get you out of that fantasy of it being fun for you." She was rubbing her foot on my dick to check for the hard-on, which didn't make me softer, not that she wanted to. I think she wanted all 10 kicks to keep me hard. "Okay here we go. Now think of your favorite scene in a movie where a guy gets kicked and close your eyes". I waited 10-15 seconds, just enough time to think of Sharon Stone kicking Arnolds plums in "Total recall", then got the second kick from my step-sister a little harder- IT HURT. My testicles were burning I fell on my face at her feet. More reality than I wanted in a fantasy. As I choked back tears (to be a tough guy I guess) and vomit, I realized my erection must surely be gone. I opened my eyes and there were her feet, soft, tiny, sweaty feet that had just bruised my balls. She giggled and said, "Stay down for a minute and relax". Then she rubbed her toes on my nose, "smelling salts to wake up anything that might be sleeping." I started to get up. "Stay down" she said. I did partially because I was hurting and partially because she really was becoming my queen as she had said. She continued to rub her feet in my face and despite the pain, I felt a tingling in my groin. Oh shit, I'm getting hard again. "Can you stand now?" Michelle asked. "It's my turn...… if you're still hard that is." "I'm not still hard I'm hard again. She got me by rubbing her feet on my face." "We'll remember that trick, but we said we would make you soft and we're prepared to do just that. Now stand up." Kristen said. I stood up faced inspection was found to be erect and waited for the next kick. No frills this time Michelle just kicked again. I dropped to the floor no tough guy routine this time as tears flowed. Unfortunately I received no sympathy, only four sweaty feet rubbing my face and wiping away my tears, and yes, getting me hard again.! After 5 minutes Kristen commanded me to get up. I couldn't comply if I wanted to and even though I was hard, I didn't want to. "Okay, just roll over" she said. I rolled over to be checked for wood again. 4 kicks down 6 to go if I couldn't stay soft. "Well if you can't stand up, we'll try a little trampling before the next kick." she said as sweetly as if she were offering me apiece of candy. Then she stepped on my chest with both feet. "You're a good floor, maybe you can sleep next to my bed so I can step on you as soon as I wake up. Maybe even do some jumping jacks (then she did one to demonstrate). I wonder how long I can stand on your face with both feet without me losing my balance or you losing consciousness or that," pointing at my hard-on. She only stood on my face about 30 seconds, but her sweet feet made an impression. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. I did like smelling her feet and she was petite, so being under her feet once in a while would be fun. But the ball-kicking wasn't part of my fantasy anymore. As I thought about these things she stepped off me, pulled up a chair and rubbed my dick with her feet. "You're not my real brother but still it's pretty sick you getting so hard at just my feet, you pervert." Then she kicked me so hard I passed out. I was out about three hours, but the girls taped it so I could look at it after waking up. I still got my other 5 kicks, but I got trampling, forced foot smelling, and footjobs in between to assure even a casual viewer that despite my unconsciousness my hard-ons constant return was proof that I got what I wanted. I guess I did I got ball kicked and got to smell the sweaty feet of two hot girls. But I also got to work an extra 10 hours a week just to pay my step-sister to kick me and stand on my face at her leisure. She also volunteered me as an attacker for her women's self defence class, but that's another story!! The end Busted by step-sister pt2 It had been 3 weeks since my 19 year old step-sister had found out about my foot fetish and ball kicking fantasies. I was now paying her $50.00 a week not to tell my father or anyone else about it. Since that first day (10 kicks to my balls by Kristen and her friend Michelle, 5 of which took place on video after I passed out) I had smelled Kristen's feet every day but only been kicked in the balls 3 times (once a week on payday). That was fine with me because the fantasy was better than the reality. In fact the pain was so bad I couldn't think about sex, even masturbating for several days after the kick session. But strangely, I found the most sure fire to get aroused and past the pain was watching the tape of my trampling and ball kicking. I remembered the pain (it was still fresh) but remembered the feet rubbing my face and how they smelled and felt even better. I was amazed Kristen and Michelle could be so sweet and teasing, keeping me hard despite the pain after each kick. Kristen even jumped on my chest off the couch, trying to get me hard again after kick #7. I masturbated to that tape twice a day until payday. Only 1 solid kick, but it kept me sore for 2 days. Now it was time for the women's self defence class. Kristen had volunteered me for it. She told me she would tell everyone, my dad stepmom and everyone I worked with at the video store, if I didn't. (I was pretty sure I would end up hearing that threat for the rest of my life, unless maybe she got bored with me). The lady that taught the self defence class was really pretty nice. I had assumed she would be a man hating dyke, but she was friendly and polite. She was also stunning, about 26 years, old short blonde hair, 5'8" tall, a lean 120 pounds and size 8 feet (shoe sizes approximate even though I got to feel each foot from each lady several times.) Her name was Kerri. She said it was nice of me to volunteer to help and gave me a padded helmet and a special pair of padded cupped shorts to wear under my sweats. "We go for the groin a lot because it usually stops an attack. Lucky for you we've got those shorts they'll take most of the force of the blows away, but as you probably know the balls are very sensitive, so you'll probably still feel some discomfort and pain but you will be helping your sister and these other young ladies." All I could think is how much I would have loved talking about this with her 3 weeks ago when I had never been kicked but tried to bring it up in conversation as often as possible, like talking to Kristen about kicking Sam and watching movies with Kristen and Carolyn, my step-mom, hoping they would laugh and make comments about ball kicking scenes. Now things were different I needed more stimulation than conversation. Wearing the cupped shorts would numb some of the intense pain but still allow me some impact and discomfort.. I was looking forward to ball kicking again. Kristen had told me about the shorts and said I could wear them for the first 50 minutes of the 1 hour class, then I had to go to the bathroom and take them off. She knew the teacher and six students kicking me for 1 hour would be too much. I was there at 4:45 for the 5:00 class Kristen and Michelle were there early giggling at my predicament. Kerri was there, of course, it was her exercise studio. Next came Miyori and Yoko two oriental girls wearing karate gi's and barefoot. They were both about 5'3" or so and barely 100 lbs. with tiny size 6 feet like Kristen. Kristen and Michelle were both in spandex workout type shorts with white ankle socks with lace frill around the edges. I got a little worried when the next two came in. Sarah and Jesse were wearing jeans and leather jackets (biker chicks?). Sarah was about 5'10", 160lbs,size 9 feet while Jesse was 5'11", 175 lbs size 11 feet. They were both solid, not fat, but looked like the man hating dykes I had feared would run the class. After changing, they were both in sweat pants and barefoot. Jesse had black nail polish and a toe ring, I caught myself looking a bit too long and she did too. Kerri said, "Okay everybody is here let's get started. This is Dave, our volunteer attacker. Dave is Kristen's step-brother but even though I'm sure he's a nice guy today, he is an attacker. He's wearing padding so don't worry about hurting him. If you're being attacked you can't hold back and you can't practice self defence holding back. Kristen you can play our first attackee I don't say victim because you are not a victim you're a strong young woman defending herself." Kristen smiled at me and winked, then faced away. Kerri instructed me to grab Kristen from behind. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around forcefully. She responded with a startling scream, a slap to the side of my helmet and a knee to the groin. Now it wasn't like I couldn't feel it. It stung but it was just the way a ball kick ought to feel, it stung a little, made me aware of male-weakness female superiority and didn't quite make me want to vomit. Next up, Miyori. I approached her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She responded with a back kick to my knee, locking it up and dropping me to the ground where she stomped on my groin. I didn't pass out, but I saw stars and thanked God for the padded shorts. Kerri smiled as I was getting up and took a minute to talk to the class, knowing I needed it. She said kicking the knee was a good way to bring a guy down quickly and said while she never wanted the girls to hold back, she wanted to focus on other things today (namely my willingly volunteered balls). With no padding or brace to prevent my knee from locking up I was glad she was protecting me a bit. Yoko was up next she whispered that she was going to prevent me from ever having kids then laughed as I was behind her about to attack. I grabbed her and tried to side step whatever she had planned, she spun and kicked my left side knocking me down where she jumped yelled a karate like "YAHHH" and landed with 1 foot on my cage of the helmet the other on my slowly tenderized balls. "Good job" Kerri said as she turned away to face the other girls. Once she looked away, Yoko lifted the foot off my face balancing on one foot on my balls for about 10 seconds before stepping off. She helped me up and said " those damn padded cups. Next time I'll have to jump higher and stand for longer". Kerri then said she wanted to show the class something. I was to attack her from the front. I walked like I was walking on a sidewalk in the opposite direction as I got within a few feet, she kicked my balls extremely hard and said "Rest for a moment while I talk to the girls". She then asked if anyone had any questions. Sarah said, "It's easy to take a guy out when you rack his balls before he does anything, you kicked before he even moved." "He's bigger and stronger than me and even though I have self defence training if he's able to grab me and make the first move from within 2 feet he might be able to negate my kicking and fighting strategy. Better to be judged by 12 than carried by 4 pallbearers. I'm not going to kick every guy in the balls, alright most of them deserve it, but your safety should be your only priority. His safety, his balls, his neck or knee is his concern. You protect yourself and let the men take care of themselves. Okay you ready?" She asked me. "Yeah." Michelle was next. "I don't think I could kick Dave in the balls. I know him, he's my best friend's step-brother. I can't kick him there it's wrong" She said as though she hadn't kicked my balls as hard as she could without a cup just 3 weeks ago. "He's padded for protection and while he may feel some pain, it's no big deal he volunteered for it to help you and Kristen because he cares about you. Just imagine he's one of those perverts that likes to be kicked in the balls." "What are you talking about?" Kristen asked as if she wasn't aware of it. "Well, there are some men, definitely very few, who sexualize getting kicked in the balls. I have no idea why many have never actually been kicked, but love hearing about talking about or watching movies or T.V. shows where guys get kicked. "Dave, could you imagine a guy who likes that?" Michelle asked, loving the direction her mock concern had taken the conversation. "No, even with the padding on I can't imagine any guy would enjoy this." "Probably not you Dave," Kristen said "but if it helps Michelle not hold back she should think you're enjoying yourself." "Okay" Michelle said "I'll make his fantasies come true." She laughed, as did Kristen and the rest of the girls. I grabbed her lightly from behind only to get an elbow to the ribs as she spun around, stepped back and tried a field goal with two balls on a padded tee. I fell, coughed a little and sat quietly as Kerri again saved me knowing I needed time. "Me next please" Jesse said. "Okay" Kerri answered. Kerri had me right behind Jesse with my arm around her and paused to say something to the class. Jesse said, "I know you're that kina guy, pervert." "What?" "Don't worry, I saw you checking out my large sexy feet with the sexy toe ring. Guys dig the toe ring, but I never thought they wanted it smashing their balls!!" more to come soon posted here.....