A Lannister Always Pays Their Debt

A Lannister always pays their debts, by mickeybb, 07-25-2013

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.

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.....

Manager, It All Started

 Manager, it all started pt1 mickeybb 08-09-2008

My name is John. I am 29 years old. I am an assistant manager at a 24 hour convenience store, having worked there for 7 years since graduating college with a degree in business management.

I try to act professionally at all times at work, but we recently hired a 19 year old cashier-stocker named Kristen that is making it very difficult. She is an absolute knockout, about 5’8” tall, 125 lbs., and with sexy size 8 feet ( trust me I found out for sure ). I try to look at her only on the sly but I think she may have caught me looking once or twice.

Occasionally 3 or 4 employees will go to a local bar after getting off work at midnight. This was the first time I had seen Kristen outside of work. The round table we sat at had 5 chairs and there were 4 of us, myself, Kristen, Bob a 20 year old stock guy, and Sarah a 35 year old, back working to get money to send her daughter to college. I sat next to Sarah, Bob was next to her on the other side. I was disappointed when Kristen sat next to Bob until she put her feet up on the chair next to me. She was wearing a long skirt and knee high black boots with a 2 inch heel. Every time I would talk to Kristen I would have to look at the sexy feet in their hot leather encasement that was between us.

After 2 or 3 drinks she said her feet were killing her ( she had just worked an 8 hour shift cashiering on her feet in those boots), and took off her boots.

“My feet were killing me, but I hope the smell doesn’t kill John.” she said laughing.

“I’m sure they don’t smell bad,” I replied, being nice and hoping to somehow get a good whiff before the night was over. I have had a couple weird fetishes as long as I could remember: one, feet especially sweaty hot feet and two, the one I never realized, but dream of, being kicked in the balls.

“I dare you to smell them if you don’t think they smell,” said Bob. I wanted to thank him, but I said ”I don’t think Kristen wants me smelling her feet.”

“I don’t mind, it's not my nose that will be ruined . If you’re willing to take his dare I wouldn’t mind. I might even like it.”

“Okay here goes” I slowly leaned down and drew a deep breath. I’d never actually smelled a womans’ feet while we both knew that was what I was doing. I had caught whiffs while sitting on the floor in front of a couch or chair a woman was sitting in, or when I tried to nonchalantly smell my girlfriends feet and make it look accidental, and one time my sister and cousin had both forced me to smell their feet when I was laying on my back on the floor (strange position for a foot lover, right) when they were 15 & 16 and I was 20 I acted like I didn’t like it but stretched it out to last about 10 minutes. Sadly my sister lacked the guts to try when our cousin wasn’t there.

“I guess they don’t smell too bad, you seem to be okay.” Kristen said, making me realize I was a little bit too into it and replied “No, they aren’t too bad”.

“Good then you can move over here I’ll put them in your lap and you can massage them for me” she stated, more like a demand than a request.

“I don’t know“ I answered while thinking that was the most desired thought I had ever heard brought up by someone else.

“I do know! Now sit here and rub my pretty little feet. You already said they don’t smell so what’s the big deal?”

“Okay, okay don’t get bossy” I said as I moved over into the empty chair and she put her feet in my lap and I started to rub.

“Don’t get bossy, that’s funny. You’re my boss and you are smelling,” at this point she lifted her sexy foot up to my nose and waved it around “and rubbing my hot sweaty feet. Hey since they got hot and sore at work you should have to rub them after every eight hour shift.”

“Actually I’m assistant manager, not really your boss, I can’t hire or fire people. I just make sure Tom can take a night off a couple times a week and take a vacation occasionally without the store falling apart.” Just then Bob decided to put an ice cube on Kristen’s neck, she had her hair up in a ponytail. This caused Kristen to of course jump in response which had the unintended result of driving her sweaty right heel into my left testicle.

“OOOMPHH” I believe approximated the sudden release of all the air in my lungs. Initially she didn’t realize what had happened.

“What was that John and why did you stop massaging my feet?” I was merely pausing to regain my breath, but like a spoiled little girl she stomped her foot at not getting her way.

“UGHHH” was the sound that I believe came of my second kick in less than 20 seconds.

“What?” she asked, not speaking fluent testicular trauma.

“You just kicked my balls! Twice actually.” I whimpered.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”

“Yes I’ll be fine thanks just give me a couple minutes.” I responded while trying to take in what had happened.

“Here I’ll take my feet down if you want.”

“No,” I said almost too emphatically, “That’s okay they are fine. Just tell Bob no more ice tricks.” Everybody laughed at that. Bob apologized, but as the pain subsided I was kind of glad it happened. I always wanted it and it turned me on hearing about guys getting kicked by girls. I enjoyed it a little too much as I started to develop an erection.

Kristen leaned over and whispered “I guess you really didn’t mind too much did you.” She noticed my excitement but was discreet enough to cover it up to Bob and Sarah. She kept her foot on my throbbing, both in pain and pleasure, hard-on.

“So as I was saying, before Bob interrupted, after every eight hour shift on my feet you give me a one hour foot rub and I’ll reward you with a kick to the balls.” Kristen joked. Sarah laughed extra hard at that. Kristen lightly tapped her foot on my still sore balls for fun.

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Part 1b

“So as I was saying, before Bob interrupted, after every eight hour shift on my feet you give me a one hour foot rub and I’ll reward you with a kick to the balls.” Kristen joked. Sarah laughed extra hard at that. Kristen lightly tapped her foot on my still sore balls for fun.

“But I only rubbed them for like 5 minutes.” I whined my response a little shocked at her cavalier attitude towards my balls.

“Well then you owe me 55 minutes of foot massaging, so get to it!!”

Sarah had been quiet for most of the night but decided to chime in now. “Well doing paperwork at a desk for a couple of hours my feet probably aren’t as tired and sore as Kristen’s and I’m not 19 and cute so I can’t bargain as well, but for a 10 minute foot massage I’d gladly kick your little balls” she offered while giggling like a schoolgirl.

“I’m not making any deals that involve getting kicked in the balls again, sorry, cute or not.” I said I was a little more snotty than I should have.

Kristen laughed and tapped her heel on my balls again with her feet still shielding my erection, rather strong evidence of my enjoyment from the others. “Oh come on give Sarah a foot rub too. I won’t get jealous, I know you’re my slave now and I own you. Just kidding, but you are a great foot massager and she could use it.” Then she pulled her feet away from my happy but sore lap “Go ahead” she said pointing back at the chair next to Sarah where I was sitting earlier.

I returned to the seat. Sarah promptly put her feet up on my lap. She was wearing black Puma sneakers that looked rather well worn. I took them off for her, trying to hide my savoring the smell. She asked if I wanted to take off her socks.

“I don’t care .” I responded a little angry at being used this way.

“Then leave them on but get to rubbing!!” She stamped her heel into my groin, noticing my happiness at my

supposed embarrassment. I complied and began rubbing. Her socks were a thin nylon cotton blend they were as worn as the black pumas which I had set on the table as I rubbed her warm damp heavenly feet. “Smell them, are they as sweaty as Kristen’s?”

I smelled, they were sweaty but I have to admit they smelled good. The smell reminded me of my sister’s tennis shoes when she left them in the living room and I snuck a whiff. She then pushed her left sock up to rest against my lips. “Wanna taste?” She asked laughing again.

“No thanks.“ I tried to reply but when my mouth opened to speak she pushed a little more and her hot stinky toes went into my mouth perhaps mumbling my response. Thankfully she removed her toes from my mouth and with very little gentleness plopped her left foot back on my now almost throbbing ( from pleasure or pain I don’t know which, are they even different anymore) hard-on.

“Now massage for 10 minutes then you get your reward, then you can go back to Kristen’s sexy 19 year old feet.” Sarah said. I proceeded to rub for 10 minutes continuously erect. Bob had been kind of quiet tonight whether because of embarrassment or jealousy I don’t know but with Sarah turned towards me for her foot massage he decided to try the ice trick again this time on Sarah’s unsuspecting neck. The result of the ice trick was yet another kick to my now battered beyond my fantasy balls.

Sarah now had her left foot under my hard-on which was sticking straight up and her heel resting directly on my testicles. She noticed my erection and smiled but kept her toes wiggling on the underside of my cock while her heel kept resting on the balls. She kept her foot there knowing it was causing discomfort.

“Well your 10 minutes are up here you go” and with no holding back or concern for my reproductive future she just slammed her foot right into my ball, and smiled at me.

I was hard as a rock and couldn’t even complain, not even pretending I didn’t like it. But while both ladies knew from personal foot to hard-on experience that I was enjoying myself, Bob must have wondered why I returned to the other chair for more abuse from Kristen. Of course he thought the girls kicked me only once each, by accident, and it was his fault. He had no idea they had both lightly kicked my balls several times during their foot rubs. Bob was a tad freaked out and said he had to go.

Kristen said “I’m not going anywhere until I get the rest of my foot massage.”

Now that Bob was gone I got a bit more nervous.

“I think Sarah was right, it should be 1 kick for every 10 minutes,” Kristen said.

“No, look this has gone on too far…” I started before Kristen cut me off saying “Yes it has. You went out with 3 other employees and smelled our feet, rubbed our feet, even asked us to kick you in the balls” I started to interrupt here to correct her but she slammed her heel on my nuts again. “As I was saying … you got hard over your employees kicking you in the groin. I’m sure the corporate office would frown on that.”

“I’m sorry “ I said in a pathetic tone that reflected the changes I could see coming in my work life.

“Don’t be. I don’t know about Sarah but I enjoy being worshipped by my boss.” Sarah nodded her agreement. ”Having my feet massaged, smelled and maybe even tasted like you did Sarah’s is fun and I love kicking guys in the balls. I don’t even mind that you like it too. You probably won’t after we get through with you, but you stayed nice and hard through tonight so I guess you like it so far.”

As our talk continued she made it clear she was in charge and was willing to blackmail me. I did really enjoy it but feared more kicks, as it seemed that was to be a major part of our game. Having the fantasy come true would be a once in a lifetime thing, I had thought, when my fetish took hold in my early teens. I thought maybe once in my life I could get kicked by accident or a mad girl who did it to hurt me, and then it wouldn’t happen again. I would just masturbate to the memory forever.

While I was thinking all that apparently 10 minutes had passed because Kristen kicked my balls yet again.

“10 more minutes please” she giggled as did Sarah.

Kristen took this opportunity to explain my new life to me. “We will listen to you at work and treat you with respect in front of customers and other employees, but you will do whatever we want when we want. If we do something wrong and get reprimanded at work we will kick your balls after work or in the stockroom if nobody is around. If we have to stay late we’ll make you smell our feet for 10 minutes after our shift and kick your balls once for every hour of overtime. Maybe I’ll try walking all over your body in my boots someday, won’t that be fun being under my sexy feet, or would you rather be fired for sexual harassment?”

“I can’t afford to lose this job so I guess I’ll do what you say.” I replied sounding rather unhappy with the arrangement which was more than any fantasy I had ever come up with.

“No, no, no you aren’t doing this because you have to. YOU DO HAVE TO!! But you’re doing it because you will enjoy being my slave, licking and sucking my feet, and being a living kickball game. Now say it!”

“Yes I do love your feet and Sarah’s too surprisingly and I did fantasize about being kicked in the balls, but after tonight I don’t know if I can take it, it really hurts. But yes I want to be your footslave and kickball game just please don’t hurt me too bad I want kids someday.”

“Okay we’ll bruise ’em but try not to bust ’em, but we won‘t really know how hard to kick until we’ve kicked too hard. So if we pop one ball we’ll know we have to hold back some.” Kristen said as she giggled at the possibility of destroying one of my testicles. “That’s another 10 minutes you want your kick now?”

“If I have to.”

“You do.” <SMACK> the hardest kick yet.

“Can I kick him one more time before I go home?” Sarah asked Kristen as if she made all decisions for me. “Sure.”

Kristen replied without even glancing at the pleading look on my face. “Ask me to do it.” Sarah said with a slight dominatrix trace in her voice.

Despite my embarrassment and disgust at how my life had turned in just a couple of hours since I left work I heard myself say “Please kick my balls one more time Sarah.”

“OK if you want it.” She laughed as she slammed her right foot with her shoes back on into my crotch, mostly catching my hard-on this time, but with her shoes on it did really hurt.

My eyes were watering from the accumulated damage to an area that had seen far less action (GOOD & BAD) in 29 years than it had in two hours, but somehow I said “Thank you.”

Kristen wanted to go back to my place after the bar closed. She said she wanted to try waking on me. I laid down on the floor in my old favorite position (flat on my back usually hoping for some foot action that was guaranteed this time). As she stepped on my chest in her 2” heeled boots it occurred to me that having a drunk girl in high heeled boots who has little concern for my physical well being walking on me might not be a great idea. She slipped once or twice but basically just slowly walked the length of my body. She put her boot on my face once but didn’t put her weight on that foot, then she walked down to my groin putting both feet on at once heels on my thighs and toes on my balls. She started shifting her weight from heels to toes then she lost her balance and lifted one foot in the air to avoid falling, putting all 125 pounds on her right toe on my left nut, I passed out.

As I slept I thought maybe it had all been another dream. It was more detailed than my normal dreams and I have never had dreams of being kicked 8 or more times intentionally in one night. I also never dreamed about Sarah, she was nice and all and not unattractive, but since all you need is your imagination there is a reason the hot girls are always called “the girl of your dreams”, so why fantasize about an average looking woman older than me. I had definitely had dreams about Kristen. As my semi conscious mind was thinking all this I thought I could smell Kristen's

feet as I dreamed, then something hit my face.

“Sorry I had to kick your face but the smelling salts weren’t working. After you passed out, sorry by the way, I checked your balls -they’re ok by the way they sure can take a lot so maybe I don’t have to be so careful after all.

Then since you were asleep and I was tired and drunk I fell asleep with my boots on and boy did my feet smell, after 8 hours at work then I took them off for an hour or so at the bar then slept in them. I thought you might enjoy the smell waking you up.”

“Thank you and thank you for making my dreams come true but I don’t know if we can continue….” At this point her extremely sweaty toes entered my mouth and any thoughts of changing or stopping our deal left my head. After about 5 minutes she pulled her foot from my mouth, put her boots back on and said “Gotta go, see you at work tomorrow.” She blew me a kiss, stood up and walked on my balls on her way to the door “see ya.”

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It all started pt 2

It has been about 3 weeks since that fateful night that I went out with Kristen, Sarah and Bob. That night I experienced my first ball kicking by accident and then several more as the girls found out I (and most definitely they) liked it.

Tom the manager says we're desperate for some more help and asked if I knew anyone who needed work.

My sister Kelly was away at college and is coming home for the summer. About a month ago I told her that if we were looking for help so she could work for the summer. That was before my ball busting cashiers started our kicking frenzy, it's like kickball at recess and sometimes I think my balls get as big. So needless to say I didn't want my sister working there. I had also told Kelly she could stay at my apartment while at home to avoid having to stay with mom and dad. I regretted that offer as well, as Kristen was coming to my place to trample on me, kick my balls, and have her feet smelled and worshipped. I tried to get Kelly to stay with our parents but she started crying (I am so easily manipulated I know) so I relented and said she could stay with me, but she might be asked to leave on certain evenings as I was seeing someone on the sly. She was curious but said ok. I drove about 60 miles, helped her load all her stuff in my suv and drove back to my place. After we carried the boxes and clothes and 40 pairs of shoes into the spare room, I gave her crap about the shoes.

"Each of these shoes is for a different type of occasion." She informed me. I pulled open a box of black flats. "Job interview or date with a guy I'll never date again." Okay so I opened another box <WOW> black 3" heels with a sexy strap, spike heels with a metal tip and a sharp pointy toe.

 "So, you like huh? These are for a guy I really want to impress, a night at the bar where I'm not dancing, or a date with a guy who has screwed me over for the last time."

I was a little perplexed. "Okay I understand showing off or for a guy you want, but why a guy you're seeing for the last time?"

"Well these pointy toes have blasted 3 different guys right in the balls when they fucked with me." She said while giggling.

I was starting to get aroused but had to hide it. "Well I guess if I see you wearing these I'll look out."

"Being my brother you probably could but a normal guy seeing me in these would be so horny he couldn't think straight."

"Alright enough shoe talk, I see you have shoes for every occasion. Sorry I gave you a hard time."

We went into the living room. I plopped on the floor with a pillow against the front of the couch. Kelly kicked her shoes off and laid on the couch. The t.v. was on but I don't know what was on it, my concentration was on Kelly's feet right behind my head.

"I thought once you had your own place you might use the furniture, but there you are on the floor at my feet."

"I guess I'm just used to it. You always took the couch and mom and dad always had the chairs so I had to sit on the floor or under your feet since you always stretched out."

"Remember that time when I was 16 and cousin Kerry was over and we overpowered you and made you smell our feet?" She asked with a devilish smirk on her face.

"Yes I remember it well." I answered honestly. In fact until that first night with Kristen that had been my most frequent masturbation fodder.

"See if this helps." She said laughing and putting her warm damp pink cotton ankle sock against my mouth and nose. I smelled but this was weird so I pulled away. "Awwww do they smell bad?" She asked, sounding a little like Elmer Fudd.

"No but you're my sister it's just weird."

"You're just smelling my hot sweaty socks" she said putting it against my face again "it's not like sex."

"No it's not, but it's weird." I said.

"So can I get a job with you for the summer?" She asked me to change the subject but not to a better one for me.

"No, sorry, I don't think we're hiring right now."

"Alright" she replied sounding a little disappointed "I'll check the wanted ads in the morning."

Boy was I relieved she accepted that without argument. We talked for a while then must have fallen asleep, her on the couch with me on the floor.

When she woke up she swung her legs off the couch and stepped on my face with those still moist pink socks, not realizing I was there.

"Oops, sorry John." She said in almost a whisper. I was still groggy and slow waking up, then I realized what was happening. It seemed she left her foot on my face a little longer than needed. "It's still weird my being your sister right?" she asked while giggling. Finally she stepped off my face, but instead of getting off me she walked down my body. When she got to my groin she was greeted by a large hard bump that she stepped on. "What have we here? I hope that's morning wood and not a sign that you enjoy being your sister's carpet." By now she was enjoying this and giggled while pushing my hard-on towards my belly with

one foot while bouncing most of her weight on my balls with the other. I just moaned in 3% real pain and 97% real pleasure but hoping she would only hear the pain part. "However, if you do enjoy being my carpet I'll gladly pay my rent this way." Bounce, bounce, bounce. Fortunately for me she stepped off as my dick was starting to throb and emit pre-cum.

"I gotta shower." I said and walked by as discreetly as possible.

When I got out of the shower and got dressed I went to the dining room to find Kelly wearing a little black cocktail dress and those sexy pointy shoes.

"What's up?" I asked, only to be surprised with a lightning quick kick to the balls.

"What the hell?!......" I asked, coughing and truly wondering where she got the gall to treat me this way. Did she know I was getting hard as she stood on me, or that I jerked off in the shower after she bounced on my balls.

She didn't say anything as I sat catching my breath on the floor, she just walked to the table and picked up the paper and tossed it to the floor where I was. I looked at the paper and realised why she kicked me a big ad Tom had placed in the help wanted section looking for help.

"Are you ashamed of me?" she asked sobbing.

"No I was trying to hide my failure at work from you, but it was wrong I'll take you in today."

Kelly got the job of course, and worked her first shift the next day with Kristen. They hit it off right away and I was working back when they met. Kelly decided not to tell anyone she was my sister so she wouldn't be treated differently. Kelly was wearing a white blouse and long denim skirt with knee high black boots. Kristen looked her over and asked "Hey those boots are great but don't they hurt your feet?"

"Absolutely but it's the price we pay." Kelly answered.

"Can you keep a secret? Because I've got a guy who rubs my feet and even smells them and lets me walk on him. Do you want to know what I do for him in exchange?" Kristen asked laughing at my humiliation that she was so happy & proud to share.

"I can imagine." Kelly said while holding her hand up to her mouth and sticking her tongue against her cheek to simulate oral sex.

"No way I just kick his balls once for every 10 minutes of foot rubbing." Kristen said she was very proud she didn't have to give blow jobs for her massage.

"Oh my God what a pervert. A heaven sent pervert, sounds like win win to me. A foot massage is great anytime but I love kicking guys in the balls. As a matter of fact my brother slept on the floor and I was on the couch when I got up I stepped on his face then walked down his body and stepped on his dick it was hard."

"Maybe your brother is the kind of pervert that wants a kick in the balls too." Kristen said laughing and not knowing it was me unaware how right she was.

"That would be great, he's my brother so a foot massage would be innocent but if he got hard he would deserve a kick in the balls."

"Maybe I'll introduce you to my guy, he likes it but he's shy about it."

"I can see why."

When Kelly and I got home I asked her how she likes everybody. She said she was careful not to tell anybody she was my sister. She said she loved Kristen and thought they might hang out together outside of work someday. Oh boy sometimes you can just smell trouble.

"These boots were a bad choice for my first 8 hour shift on my feet. My feet are killing me, would you be a sweetheart and rub them for me?" She asked.

"I don't know." I stammered looking for an excuse that didn't say: I'M A PERVERT AND LOVE DIRTY FEET.

"I told you yesterday it's not weird it's just my feet." Kelly said. Unable to come up with a reason that wasn't the truth I couldn't say, I agreed.

Well I just sat next to her on the couch and pulled her feet onto my lap. I removed her boots to reveal warm black cotton socks that have the unmistakable smell of young female feet and warm leather with the key ingredient being time. I tried to think of my locker combination from high school, or what number Tim Raines wore while playing for the Expos, anything to avoid getting hard over my sister's feet. I don't know how much time had gone by when suddenly her warm damp sock mashed into my groin catching my left nut cleanly. I know I was trying to say why, but it just came out as whimpering and sobbing she caught me solid.

Finally I was able to say "What the fuck...."

"That's how we pay for massages every 10 minutes you are kind enough to rub my sweaty feet..." as she said this she lifted her socked foot to my nose "...I give you a kick in the balls." She said this as if it was the best legal document ever.

"That deal doesn't include you..... you're my sister."

"Oh shit you are the guy Kristen kicks." She said as though she didn't know.

"You knew it" I responded as it occurred to me maybe she hadn't known.

"Not until now. Kristen told me what she did but not with whom. and she didn't know you are my brother."

"But that deal isn't for you." I said for the second time.

"It is now, sexually harassing your own sister, you'll be fired and embarrassed out of the family. Now stand up and prepare for 5 ball kicks."

"The deal was 1 kick for every 10 minutes of massage."

"Yeah but like you said that deal wasn't for me. This deal is on my terms. Don't worry you'll rub my feet plenty

your hands will probably permanently smell like my feet when I'm done with you. But right now I need to kick some balls and you're the only perv around here that wants it." She was a good blackmailer, good at psychology, and kicked like a mule, what the hell was she studying at school dominatrix 201. I stood up and got ready for kick 1.

<WHAM> I collapsed to the floor as she tapped her socked foot on the hardwood floor. She nudged my chin with her foot. I stood up and...

<WHAM> Back on the floor. She helped me stand up again and...

<WHAM> I passed out. She kicked me #4 and then #5 was a stomp on my balls as I lay there on my back.

Betting Shoes

"Betting Shoes" - by mickeybb

Yes, I admit it. I am a compulsive gambler. I enjoy betting on sporting events, casino games, and even the worst odds, the daily lottery. My sister Amy constantly gives me crap about wasting my money on gambling (like she should talk she owns like 35 pairs of shoes). However, on the rare occasion that I win big, she definitely takes advantage of my generosity, batting her eyelashes at me with her cute little smile (perfected as a cheerleader) to convince me to buy her dinner, or take her to a concert, or just 'borrow' money, or her favorite, buy her shoes.

Amy really loves her shoes. She has expensive taste in shoes, but little money with which to add to her collection. So, Wednesday morning I was looking at the sports page when Amy came to the table for breakfast.

"Hey, dork. Are you checking the betting lines so you can waste more money? You know, I have my eye on some really hot shoes at Lady's Foot (her favorite shoe store). Why don't you just give me the $100 and we'll just assume you lost?" She asked while giving me a little smile.

"No, thanks but I'll try my luck with the football game. I never assume a loss. I don't bet money I can't afford to lose, but I sure prefer winning. Plus, you should shut up, and just enjoy my generosity when I win. I've probably already paid for half of your shoes with gambling winnings, and I get nothing out of it." I said with a little attitude.

"Well, big brother, you do get to see my pretty little feet looking cute in all the shoes your winnings buy," as she said that she put her right foot in her size 8 white Nike on my thigh, as I sat at the table, and wiggled it a little "don't they look cute?"

"Yes, your shoes and feet are adorable, but please get it off me. I still get nothing out of it." I said, kind of annoyed at her. Although I do have a little thing for feet, this was my sister.

"Well, I'll tell you what. If you buy me those shoes with your winnings, I'll let you borrow them any time you want. They won't fit your foot but they might fit somewhere else....." as she said this she moved her foot up to my crotch, smiled, then removed her foot only to place it against my face. I was shocked, and somewhat turned on. I just sat there, dumbfounded. My little sister's shoe resting on the side of my face. "Of course, you might not enjoy them empty. They are much more fun with my foot in them. I'll give you another offer, buy me those shoes and you can borrow them anytime I'm not wearing them, and you can borrow them for one hour with my feet still in them. You can tell me where to put my feet, I'll step on or kick or rub with my shoes anything you want." 

"Sure, why don't you step on my balls, and kick me in the face, and kick my balls too. For, what did you say, one hour, it sounds like fun." I said in my most sarcastic tone. What was the matter with her? Did she really think I wanted to be kicked and stepped on? And, more importantly, did I?

"Wow, I get free shoes and I get to use them to kick your face and stand on your tender little balls. It's a deal!! I hope you win enough to get me some sneakers too. Look how dirty these are." She was now waving her Nikes right in front of my face.

"I think you missed my sarcasm..." I said, "I was joking about how stupid it is that you think stepping on me or kicking me is some sort of reward." 

"Well, if you say so. Just buy me my shoes dork. I don't care if you wanna kick in the face or my cute little shoes standing on the family jewels or not. But, the offer will be there, after I get my shoes."

"I am not required to spend any of my winnings, if I win, on you. You don't help me, you even give me a hard time every time I bet. You have taken advantage of my generosity for too long. If you help me pick 7 winners against the spread on this weeks football card, I'll let your foot meet my balls in your new shoes. If you can't pick 7 winners you get no share of any winnings." I counter offered, knowing she knows nothing about football. 

So she picked 7 teams, she didn't read the sports page or think about it or even look at the spreads. Hell, I don't even know if she knew which states the teams were from.

"So, all I have to do is have all 7 of my teams win against the spread and I get new shoes and I get to kick your balls for as long as I want? Is that right?" Amy asked.

"I didn't say you could kick as long as you wanted. Since you picked Northwestern over Ohio State getting only seven points, I seriously doubt you can get all seven right. So I will say 1 hour of kicking my balls with your new shoes or 60 kicks over 1 week if you don't want 'em all at once." I countered her, even though she couldn't get all 7 right, I wondered if I could take 1 hour of kicking.

"Um, you suck at math." Amy answered. "1 hour or 60 kicks if I break it up. HAHA break it up like break your balls up. If I get one hour to kick your balls, why would you think I couldn't kick faster than 1 per minute. Even if you fall down on every kick I could stomp them while you're on the ground till you get up. So, if I choose to take my kicks over time I want at least 120 kicks. That's 2 kicks for each minute. That is a very conservative number." I was definitely hoping she was not going to get all 7 right, she seemed too enthused about this ball kicking.

I placed the bet with my bookie putting twenty dollars on Amy's picks (I know a waste of money, but if she won and kicked my balls to mush at least I would have money). Of course, I bet 80 dollars on a couple different cards of my own.

When Saturday arrived I was watching all the noon games. They were not going well. Alabama and Florida both lost. I had at least one of them on almost every card. Amy had picked correctly on all 5 early games. She was out rollerblading so I didn't have to deal with her just yet.

The Ohio State game was closer than expected. When Amy got home she plopped down on the couch next to me. She put her feet in pink Nikes up on the couch cushion between us and stretched until they rested against my leg. I tried to ignore her and concentrate on the game, but felt a tingling sensation in my groin. Was I getting turned on by her feet?

"Hey, dork. How's the gambling going? Did you win us some money for shoes?" She asked as she waved her foot in front of my face. She kicked both shoes off on my lap. I could feel the warmth of her workout on my leg as the scent of her workout assaulted my nostrils.

"No I haven't won any money, but your card is still alive. You won the early 5 games and Nebraska is winning by 27 points so that's a win. All you need is Northwestern to come back. They are down 16 points with about 2 minutes to go." I didn't think she had a chance of getting 7; they needed at least 2 scores to cover. While I didn't want her to brag or kick my balls (at least I don't think I did) I had bet 20 bucks at 40 to 1 for 7 games, that's 800 bucks, though I told Amy I bet 5 dollars so she thought I would win 200 dollars. So yes I found myself cheering for Northwestern, I needed the money. Maybe I could negotiate down.

"It's pretty unlikely but if your card does win, instead of a 50 dollar pair of shoes and a bunch of kicks, how about we split the 200 I would win. $ 100 sounds pretty good huh?" I made my play, still lying about the amount I would win on her picks.

"Well, 100 dollars sounds nice, but I think you should think how nice functioning balls would be worth." She said as she slammed her hot, moist pink sock into my balls with a giggle. She left her foot resting on my balls, making me nervous. The tingling feeling was the start of a hard-on. "I reject your offer, you can buy my shoes and take 120 kicks over time. You can keep whatever money you have left after buying my shoes. Although I could sell you the ones in your lap. After months of wear and hundreds of miles of running and blading they should be worth 100 bucks easy, here smell 'em." She said as she reached over to press the sweaty Nike to my nose.

I froze. What can I do? Does she feel the hard as steel rod under her warm socked foot? Do I want to be kicked a hundred times in my most sensitive parts? Should I try to double the winnings if it even happens?

"Holy crap!!" I screamed into the shoe pointing at the t.v. Northwestern scored to come within 8 points.

"Did we win?" Amy asked before adding with a giggle "I mean did your family jewels lose?" She rocked her foot up and down and back and forth on my groin. If she didn't notice the hard-on now she must not have passed anatomy or sex-ed. Maybe she was just trying not to embarrass me.

"HAHA family jewels, I'm family so I guess they are mine to kick anyway." As she kicked them again lightly.

"No we didn't win anything but if they can get the ball back they might be able to cover," I said, as I was certainly cheering now. I wanted 800 bucks and I wanted Amy's feet on my balls. 

"If they can recover the on-side kick, they have 55 seconds left to try and score. Just so you know I am cheering for them. I will give you your hour of kicking, if you really want it, and the new shoes. I just want to win the money. It is the thrill of winning that matters more than the money, or whatever you can buy with it. If I win, it doesn't even matter if I get the money, I have won from guys who welched on bets and didn't pay. The winning matters most. Why do you think I spend half my winnings on you? If it was all about money, I would spend it more carefully."

"Well, that was a nice speech. Yes, I do want my hour of kicking and my new shoes. You are correct, it is the thrill of winning that is best, but feeling my pretty, damp with sweaty, size 8's crash into your sensitive baby makers will be pretty awesome too, for me at least. Baby makers, that's a fun term. I may make it impossible for you to make babies." As she spoke Northwestern recovered the on-side kick. My sister kicked her foot in excitement. As it crashed into my still throbbing groin, I got a small taste of the future of my balls, if they have a future.

Northwestern scored a touchdown as time ran out. That put them down by two, so as they prepared for the all-important two-point try, I had already won. WOO WHO. Northwestern missed the conversion, but covered the spread. The high-low swing they had just experienced mirrored my own. The money win was nice, and I did not mind buying Amy those shoes, but one hour of kicking my balls equalled the missed two-point conversion of the Wildcats.

"Yessss!!!!" Amy exclaimed, "We win, we win, new shoes, your balls loose!!" She said with a sing-song lilt in her voice. "When do you collect the money? Can I start my hour of kicking right now? Please?!?"

"Well, I get the money on Tuesday. Do you wanna go get your shoes on Tuesday, or I suppose if we want to we could go today, I have some cash now, so we don't have to wait until I get my winnings." I answered.

"You conveniently ignored my second question. I earned the right to kick your balls by outpicking you in football, so now I want to out kick your balls with my foot. We don't have to get my new shoes today, if you don't mind getting your balls smashed with these old things." She said as she waved her old sneakers in my face. The scent assaulted my nostrils and my groin tingled again.

"Now stand up, I wanna start. We will see if I go for an hour or just start for my 120 kicks spread over 1 week. I haven't decided yet, we'll see how it goes. Did you wanna have kids bro?" She asked, giggling.

Unsure of my conviction to go through with it, I slowly stood up and answered "No sis, I don't know if I want kids. Although maybe I do wanna pass on some of my traits to a son, he would be your nephew you know."

"You can't distract me by talking about a nephew that may never exist. Let's see if you can make me a nephew after this...." Her slightly moist pink sock blasted me in the balls. I feared it was only half strength, feared because I was crumbling to a heap at her feet, my nose an inch from the pretty foot that brought me here. "Come on get up, if we are going by time instead of numbers, you are crying and wretching on my time."

I slowly got to my feet as the intense searing pain dulled, slightly. But that was when the severe wave of heat spread through my body, I got dizzy almost as soon as I was upright. I slowly inhaled trying to normalize my breathing to return my body to some sort of composure. 

BAMMMM!!!!

"Wow, that looked like it hurt. Hahaha." Amy said as I collapsed like a ton of bricks. "I think that if you have a kid in your future, you may want it to be a girl, so she'll never know what that feels like. Time is money, honey." She knew I could not stand fast enough so she just nudged me onto my back and reached down to pull my weak hands, which I barely had control of, away from the family jewels. "Try this for size." She stomped her warm pink sock into my sore, swelling, devastated balls. She ground it side to side then calmly stepped up with both feet on my groin. I could feel the heat from her feet, it was like hot coals burning my dick and balls. I screamed and she actually laughed. "This is so fun, an hour would just be repetitive and boring. I don't know how much pain we can stack up on top of each other. I will take the 120 kicks over a week. 3 kicks down, but since I am standing on them now, and I am a generous loving sister, I will count this as 3 more kicks." She stepped down then stomped again. 

"So that's 7 down, with 113 to come in 7 days. That's about 16 kicks a day. I can try with all my shoes, barefoot, socked feet, clean feet, dirty feet, can I try knees too? Please it might be fun. Jeff, are you listening to me?"

I could hear her voice, but my mind couldn't process what was being said. There was a ringing in my ears and a throbbing in my balls that I could hear in my head. My lack of an answer did not impress my sister, who saw it as a lack of respect rather than a lack of ability to control my body, so of course, she gave me a final stomp. I felt the pain throughout my body. Then I felt nothing, a warm black blanket enveloped me, as my mind shut down everything but actions such as breathing and heart beating. The rest of my body was in hibernation. Amy sang "112 to go" as she walked away. I wouldn't bet on this being the worst day of the week. I feared it had been the best.