Fun And Games At Home

Fun And Games At Home by Caligula

Familial, Foot Fetish, Ball Popping

All characters are 18+

By Caligula

James hummed quietly to himself and smiled contentedly as he did his daily chores around the house. James had recently turned 19 and enjoyed his life very much. He had no needs or wants, except to live with and serve his mother and sister. He truly adored and loved them and they loved him back. If James had ever had a father he couldn’t remember him and his mother never spoke of him. His whole world was his mother and sister, as he was home-schooled and so didn’t even know other children except for the few girlfriends his sister brought over from time to time. He also had an aunt that he spent many fun hours with when she visited once or twice a week.

His sister Melissa, who was about to turn 21, had gone to a regular public high school but his mother didn’t see the need to educate a boy in the same manner.

All the women in James’s life were female supremacists to one degree or another and so he was trained from a very early age to be subservient and do as he was told. Over the years he had learned to be an expert foot-licker and toe-sucker. His mother and sister always laughed when he took a first lick of one of their soles and realized it hadn’t been washed all day. They really enjoyed his humiliation, not because they were cruel but because it was just plain funny to see a guy eagerly licking the smelliest part of their body. He also spent one day a week sucking the salty sweat and foot-smell out of his family’s shoes. The worst was his mother’s high heel pumps. Maybe it was because she was older or because she wore the same few pair all the time, but her shoes were much more difficult to swallow (so to speak) than his sister’s.

Sometimes it was difficult to be a male in this particular household, however, as his mother’s and sister’s favorite pastime was kicking James in the balls. They weren’t being mean when they kicked his nuts, it was just so much fun for them. James loved to see how happy they were when bashing his groin and the big grins they wore when his voice would rise an octave or two. Sometimes he would fake a higher pitched voice just to make them laugh. Even though the pain made it difficult, he would smile and laugh with his mom and sis. His smile grew wider, thinking of how much joy his testicles brought to his family.

He was startled when he heard a set of keys jingling in the lock of the front door and realized his sister was home from work. He raced to the door, wearing his birthday suit and nothing else. He knelt down, as he did every day, and spread his legs, eagerly awaiting his sister.

Melissa walked through the door and smiled sweetly at her younger brother. His sister was a knockout and looked exactly like Shannon Doherty from television fame. She looked down and saw two big balls dangling between  James’s spread legs. “Hi James! I’ve been looking forward to kicking you in the balls all day!”

“Me too, Melissa,” James said quietly while wearing a sheepish grin.

Melissa brought her sneaker to James’s lips and he lovingly planted a kiss where he thought her toe would be, snuggled safely in her shoe. She then drew her leg back and let her foot fly, kicking her brother square in the nuts with the toe he just kissed. She held her foot in place to see what her kick had done to the positioning of James’s nuts. Both balls had taken the impact of the kick full force and had separated, each gonad trying to escape to either side of the shoe. James’s eyes were watering and he started breathing very quickly, but still managed a weak smile for his sister and even forced out a small chuckle before falling to the ground.

“That is so much fun, James,” she said between laughs. “I swear, one day I’m gonna burst those balls of yours.” James only smiled and moaned. “Is Mom home yet?”

“Not yet, Melissa,” he said faintly.

“Oh well that’s good, it gives you time to do my feet before she gets here and occupies all your time. Let’s do it in the living room.” Melissa reached down and grabbed James’s nuts and started to drag him across the room. “Hahaha! Come on, James! Better move faster or you’ll lose these little peanuts of yours!” James pulled and dragged himself as fast as he could to keep up with his sister’s long strides, wincing as she occasionally clamped down harder on his precious organs.

Melissa arrived in the living room with James’s balls in tow. She released him and gently patted his sore nuts with the open palm of her hand before going to sit on the sofa. “Okay, James, time to do what you do best.”

James limped over to where she lay on the expensive sofa, her feet in her sneakers lounging over the arms as she casually reached over, grabbed the remote and started surfing channels on the television. She looked over once at her brother and grinned, amused by his swaying gait. In response James smiled back and grabbed his balls while making a funny face, eliciting a laugh from his sister. He looked at her grubby sneakers and knew this was going to be a smelly job, and for once wished he had nose plugs. He undid the laces on her shoes and eased them off her bare feet. His fears were confirmed when the stink of her feet finally traveled up from her soles to his nose.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust and said, “I’d almost rather take another kick in the balls!”

“Careful what you wish for,” replied Melissa in jest. “Tell you what…you do a good job in freshening up my foul feet, and I’ll give you a special treat.”

“You gonna kick me in the balls again?”

Melissa laughed good-naturedly. “Eventually, yes. But I’m talking about something that you’ll REALLY like!” She finished off her sentence with a sly wink and blew him a kiss.

James grinned and brought his face close to her bare feet. He loved the way his sister’s feet looked and wondered how God could create such perfection…the wrinkles, the arches, the curves. They really were beautiful. He brought his nose closer and buried it deep within the crevice created in the spot where her toes joined into the ball of her foot. He assumed this was where her scent would be strongest and he wasn’t disappointed. James grew lightheaded as he took deep breaths of his sister’s foot aroma. Melissa giggled every time he let his breath flow between her toes.

“As much as I love forcing you to smell my nasty feet, if you don’t stop tickling me with your breath I WILL kick your balls into outer space for you!”

James laughed with his sister and said, “Okay, you win.”

He focused his attention back on her feet and popped her big toes into his mouth and suckled on them as a baby might do his mother’s breasts. The taste was awful but it also caused James to get a huge erection. It was funny…the worse the feet seemed to taste or smell, the more sexually excited James became. He worked his way to the other toes, licking and sucking, and probed his tongue in between each toe, sucking the toe-jam from between each now-clean digit. Melissa looked back to see what he was doing.

“Eeeeewwwww! That’s gross! Keep sucking.” It gave her such a thrill to see her very own brother humiliated by sucking the slimy sweat off her dirty feet.

James proceeded to lick up and down her soles and took particular pleasure in the texture of her feet as his tongue glided across the wrinkles. He even managed to fit her entire heel into his mouth and sucked on it for a good five minutes. After licking her feet for a good forty-five minutes, and killing most of his taste buds in the process, he blew on her feet to dry them.

When he was finished Melissa examined her feet and beamed proudly at her brother. “Good job! Okay, lay down on your back in front of the sofa for your present.”

James quickly moved to the position his sister demanded he adopt. His dick twitched in anticipation. Melissa sat up and roughly dropped her bare heels into his lap, making sure to make direct contact with his gonads.

“Oooommmpppffff! Oh shit that hurt!” exclaimed James between laughs.

“Oops! Sorry. Let me make it up to you, James.”

Melissa then lazily began to stroke her brother’s cock with the ball of her right foot as her left traveled up to rest on his mouth so he could lick the sole. She was amused at the little purring sounds he was making as she played with his dick. She giggled when she saw him cross his eyes and let his tongue hang limp from the corner of his mouth. She took the opportunity to drag her sole across his tongue and drag the big toe of her right foot up his cock. After about five minutes she stopped teasing him and stood up.

“Well, I’m going to go take a shower. Kiss my ass before I go to say thanks for the foot-job.”

She turned her back on James and he waddled over on his knees and laced his lips on her ass.

PHOOM!!!

Melissa shot her foot up in a vicious back kick, catching James in the nuts with her bare heel.

James gagged and choked and said something that sounded like, “Fuck…my balls!”

“You're welcome, James!” quipped Melissa as she walked sexily away to the bathroom.

James rubbed his sore nuts and spent the next few minutes sniffing his sister’s smelly shoes and fantasizing about her feet toying with his cock. He suddenly heard the bathroom door shut and knew his sister would be getting naked.

He tiptoed quietly to the bathroom and bent over at the waist to peek through the keyhole. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Melissa slip the robe from her body and bend over to turn on the water. He stared longingly at his sister’s large breasts as they jiggled while she fumbled with the water spigots. He absent-mindedly began stroking his dick as he concentrated on his sister’s nakedness. Her ass was just so perfect and round and her legs were toned to perfection from all her years on the school gymnastics team. James’s breathing quickened as he stroked his cock faster and he could feel an orgasm building up in his balls, getting ready to burst free…..

WHAM!!!

In surprise James looked down from the keyhole to between his legs and saw five white-tip manicured toes lodged in his nuts, and just below and behind the toes he could just make out the bit of a bare heel…the rest of the foot that had just ruined his orgasm and who knows what else. Then the pain hit and James slumped to the floor, banging his head on the bathroom door. While moaning in agony, James turned his head to see his mother standing behind him, grinning. Apparently, the sound of the running tub water had masked her approach. Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and Melissa stood there in shock, her robe once again tied tightly around her sweet body.

Melissa looked from James to their mom. “What happened?” she asked, as if she couldn’t guess.

“Well I came home and found this little pervert here stroking that tiny dick of his while peeking at you through the keyhole, and before he could blow a nasty load of cum all over my carpet, I kicked his balls into his throat!”

“Way to go, Mom! But I think I know why he did that.”

Their mom gave Melissa a curious look. “How so?” she asked.

“Well I gave James a five minute foot-job without letting him cum, and it just got him all hot and bothered.”

Their mother, Tanya, just laughed as she looked at her weakling son. “Oh James, I didn’t know your sister had just touched your wee-wee with her toes! Did she do it like this?”

Tanya braced herself by putting one hand on the wall and then lifted her right foot to her son’s dick, where she applied slight pressure with the ball of her foot and moved it up and down a few centimetres. James smiled and forced his eyes to cross in mock ecstasy and said, “Yeah, Mom, oooohhhhhh that’s so gooood!”

“I bet it is!” laughed Tanya. Mother and daughter helped James off the floor and once again his world erupted in pain as he looked down to see his sister’s sexy knee, her creamy thigh disappearing into a slit in her towel, jammed in his balls. He coughed loudly and brought his hands to caress her lovely leg.

“That’s for perving on your own sister while she’s naked, you perve!!!” said Melissa with a sly grin.

“Good one, hun!” said Tanya while holding her son up.

“Damn, you have strong legs, sis!” James managed to sputter out.

“Tougher than your balls, bro!” she mocked in return.

James was helped into the bathroom by his giggling mother and sister, and placed on the toilet to recuperate. Melissa once again dropped her robe and didn’t appear to mind at all that her brother was ogling her with open mouth. She stepped into the warm bath water and sat down while toying with her nipples and staring at her brother. Tanya had pulled out her razor and shaving cream and motioned for James to kneel before the toilet seat as she took his place sitting on the rim. She had slipped off her jeans and handed James her can of shaving cream. “Put this on my legs so I can shave, James.”

Oh, he couldn’t believe his good luck today! He shook the can up and sprayed some of the cream into his hand. He put the can down next to him and proceeded to lather up his mother’s legs, occasionally stopping to get more white goo from the can. He started at her ankles and worked his way up to her thighs, and stopped when he felt the top of her foot tapping his balls.

“No no, James. Any higher and your hand would be touching my privates. Any higher, and my FOOT would be touching YOUR privates!” James gulped in embarrassment and smiled at his mother’s teasing jest. But all the tapping of her foot on his nuts did was to make his already hard cock even harder.

“Now stand up against the wall.”

“Okay, Mom.” James braced himself up against the wall for what would surely be a kick to his groin. Melissa watched eagerly from the tub, eyeing up her brother’s erect penis.

“So you like foot-jobs, huh? Well, I need something to rest my foot on while I shave, and I guess your tiny prick will do.” Tanya lifted her right leg and once again placed the ball of her foot on her son’s naked cock, extending her leg fully and creating near orgasmic sensations for James. “Now don’t move or I might cut my leg, and if I cut my leg I’m going to use this razor to cut OFF your balls!”

“Ooohhh I’d love to see that!” yelled Melissa from the tub.

James just grinned as he had lost his voice when his mother placed her foot on his shaft. Tanya then began the slow process of shaving her perfect legs. She twisted her foot mercilessly on James’s cock as she angled her leg to get to hard to reach areas, not paying any mind to the fact that she was masturbating her son with the soft underside of her foot. Tanya finally finished with the right leg and then deftly pinned her son’s cock to his abdomen with her left foot now, resuming the inadvertent foot-job. James’s whole body was trembling now, as his nuts were working furiously to give him a much needed orgasm. Right before he was set to blow his wad, his mother removed her foot and stood up off the toilet seat. James sighed, exasperated.

Tanya walked up to her son and kneed him hard in his naked balls, deflating his cock. “Don’t my legs look nice shaved, James? Aren’t they smooth?” She jiggled her knee around in his groin, emphasizing the ‘smooth’. James doubled over, holding onto his mom’s shoulders for support.

“I love them, Mom. They feel so good, especially your knees!” He smiled at her and looked over to see his sister toweling herself off as she stepped out of the tub.

“Boy, I thought for sure he was going to bust a nut all over your foot, Mom!”

“I am talented, aren’t I,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Sit down in the tub, James,” his mother commanded, “I need you to wash the rest of the shaving cream off my legs. James moved gingerly around his sister as she playfully slapped his balls when he got too close. He sank down into the tub, letting the hot water soothe his aching balls. Tanya stepped into the bathtub and stood in the ‘V’ her son’s legs made as he tried to make room for her. She tossed a washcloth down to him, landing it squarely on his erect cock. James smiled and took the washcloth, soaking it in the warm water. Melissa sat on the edge of the tub, watching her mom’s sexy tease, and learning.

The hot water had the desired effect and made James’s balls hang loose in the sack. Tanya then took her leg and placed her foot on James’s ballbag, pinning his nuts to the base of the tub.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! I knew there had to be a catch!” howled Melissa in girlish triumph.

“Oh shit!” was all James could say as his mother applied pressure to her son’s nuts, causing him to whimper like a puppy.

“Come on, James, Mommy hasn’t got all day,” teased Tanya as she twisted her foot for emphasis.

“Ooohhh! Did I just hear a crunch?” asked Melissa while trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a chuckle.

“Could be,” moaned James, “I think you’re cracking my nuts, Mom!”

“Crunch, crackle, crunch!” said his mother in a seductive voice.

James slowly began the process of washing his mother’s legs, trying to ignore the fact that his mother was turning his balls into paste. Finally he finished and sat back, waiting for his mother to release his swollen gonads. Before doing so, Tanya twisted her leg around, grinding James’s dangle-berries to mush, or so it seemed to him.

“My legs are pretty sexy, don’t you think Melissa?” Her twisting was so she could model her leg for her daughter, not caring that it was possibly turning her son into a eunuch.

“Oh, I love them…I hope my legs are as awesome as yours when I’m your age!”

After the show, James was left alone to nurse his wounds and clean himself up. He eventually made his way into the living room where his mother and sister watched television from the sofa. His mother had one leg crossed over the other and James knew to kneel in front of her and massage her feet.

“Took you long enough, son! You’d think your balls would be tougher by now, considering all the abuse we heap on them!”

“Balls-of-steel, he’s not!” chirped up Melissa as James rubbed and kneaded his mother’s sexy and dangerous feet. Suddenly and without warning his mother kicked him in the balls causing James to lean forward and his jaw to drop open in a silent scream. His mother took the opportunity to stick her bare foot into his open mouth.

“I decided I wanted a toe-suck instead of a foot rub,” she said.

Melissa laughed. “Why didn’t you just ask him instead of busting his balls?”

Tanya looked like the thought had never entered her mind. “I’m such an airhead sometimes! Sorry, James.”

James could only mumble that it was all right, since his mother’s foot was stuffed deep down his mouth.

“You know what, I want to see how much James loves us,” shouted Melissa. Pat took her saliva soaked foot out of James’s mouth and wiped it on his face.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I want James to fall on our knees. I want him to ball-bust himself using our legs!”

“Hey, that sounds great, Melissa! What better way for James to show his love for us?”

“Oh damn, are you two serious?” James looked on incredulously as his mother and sister nodded their heads simultaneously.

James got up off the floor and straddled his sister’s leg as it rested at a right angle, her feet planted firmly on the ground. Melissa looked up at his nervous but smiling face.

“I love you, brother.”

“I love you too, sister.” With that, James jumped up into the air and raised his feet so that on the way down his balls landed full force on his sister’s stationery knee. James howled in agony and slid off Melissa’s leg landing unceremoniously at his sister’s feet, where her toes wiggled playfully.

Mother and daughter laughed uproariously at James’s plight. He groaned and moaned and twisted from side to side in an attempt to ease the pain.

“Okay, my turn!” exclaimed mom.

James took a few more moments to compose himself and slowly crawled to his mother. He painfully used her leg to drag himself unsteadily to his feet, and took up position over his mom’s leg.

“I love you, son.”

“I love you too, Mom.” Then James jumped up into the air and landed on his mother’s knee. This time was different though, as his balls took the full force of the impact, and everyone heard a ‘CRUNCH’!

James’s eyelids fluttered and a smile wavered on his face before he fell forward, his face landing in his mother’s ample cleavage where he sobbed uncontrollably. Tanya and Melissa giggled like schoolgirls.

“Did you hear that crunch?” asked Tanya.

“Yeah, I think you did some major damage with that knee of yours, Mom!”

Tanya reached under her son, lifting her knee up further to get access to his privates. She pinched his sack between her thumb and forefinger and dragged it free as it was squished between his pelvis and her knee. She encircled the top of his bag with her hand and closed her fist around his manhood. She scrunched around the contents of his scrotum in her hand, feeling for what was left. James groaned with this new assault on his gonads.

“Oh there’s one of them!” shouted Tanya excitedly.

“What about the other one?” asked Melissa, grinning.

Tanya continued to fumble around with her son’s balls and looked over at her daughter. Melissa looked into her mother’s eyes and started to laugh. Tanya too started to laugh at her discovery and started bouncing James up and down on her knee, smashing his scrotum with every bounce.

“Momma’s poor baby,” she cooed. “Don’t worry, you still have ONE!!!”

James finally fell onto the floor, grabbing his groin and crying. Tanya and Melissa placed their feet on his face, rubbing their soles on his nose and lips.

“We love you!” they said in unison.

“I love you, too,” whispered James in a high-pitched voice, like a little girl.

Mother and daughter laughed themselves to orgasm that night…several times.

The Vase

by Neat_Plum_765

“Jim and Katie, since you’re not busy could you please go clean the attic?” my mother asks me and my older sister.

We both reluctantly head upstairs to the stuffy attic. I start clearing out old stuff for recycling while Katie sweeps the floor. After a while I find a weird looking dusty old vase tucked behind some old Christmas ornaments. It’s covered by strange symbols and looks old, almost to the point of disintegration, a large crack runs from the top to the middle of the vase.

“Hey, what’s this?” I ask, holding up the vase.

“Probably some old souvenir, put it in the trash.” My sister says uninterested.

I shrug my shoulders and place it on top of a cardboard box filled with other trash I’ve picked out. We continue our mundane tasks for a while and as I’m bending over tying a trash bag my sister accidentally shoots the tip of the broom handle into my nuts.

“Aargh!” I scream out in surprise and pain.

“What’s wrong?” my sisters asks.

“You hit my balls!” I moan.

“Aaaaw!” she mocks me, completely without remorse. “Did I hurt your little balls? Stop being a baby.”

“Girls can’t understand how bad it hurts,” I say, still hunched over in pain.

“Please, guys are just pussies, can’t even handle a little pain.”

Katie can be a real bitch, she finds a reason to hit my balls almost daily, but for some reason I feel extra annoyed today.

“I wish you could feel my pain!” I say in a flash of anger,

She smiles and to my surprise she shoots the broom handle once again into my balls, much harder this time. I scream in pain and stumble backwards into a box behind me, causing the vase stacked on top to shatter into pieces as it falls on the floor. For a fraction of a second the whole room seems to envelop in a bright white light and I feel a shiver run through my body. I barely register this happening, however, as my mind is focused on the horrible pain that is radiating from my balls.

I lie on the floor for a few minutes clutching my balls until I’m finally able to collect my thoughts. Why isn’t Katie laughing at my pain like she usually does and who is making that moaning sound? I open my eyes and across the room I see Katie in a similar position as myself; on the floor groaning and clutching her crotch with her hands.

“What are you doing?” I moan, still slightly out of breath.

“I can feel it,” Katie moans, “I can feel the pain in your balls.”

“Huh,” I say. “That’s odd. Might have something to do with that old weird vase I broke in my fall.”

“Shit, you could’ve wished for anything and that’s your wish?” Katie says, still visibly in pain while rising to her feet. “Whatever, let’s just finish this up.”

We hastily finish up the cleaning, both of us still slightly hunched over. After we’re done she joins me in my room. I sit down at the edge of my bed, the throbbing pain in my balls is still very present on my mind, while Katie seems completely recovered by now.

“Can you still feel the pain?” I ask her.

“No, can’t feel anything, are you still hurting?”

“Yeah,” I whine, “it’s still really bad.”

“That’s what I said, boys are just pussies,” she gloats, “or maybe the spell is gone.” She pauses to think. “Let me try something,” she says while quickly moving towards me.

Before I can react her fist connects with my sore balls, flattening them both into the wooden bedframe. Horrible blinding pain strikes me, I try to scream but only a soft whimper escapes my lips.

“Fuck,” she cries, “the spell is not gone.”

We both fall to the floor, lying side by side clutching our groins and wallowing in pain.

Unbeknownst to us both, our younger sister Madison was watching the whole event through the keyhole. Both her hands are covering her mouth in order to contain her laughter. Smiling from ear to ear she runs to her twin sister in the other room.

“Nicole, I saw something good,” she beams. “Something really, really good.”

“What?” Nicole says, all ears. “Tell me!”

“You’ll see,” Madison smiles cryptically.

Later in the afternoon me and Katie are in the living room watching TV, me in a chair and Katie lying on the sofa. She seems to have completely recovered by now, while I’m still in considerable pain. I have changed into just a pair of loose fitting shorts and I sit with my legs wide open, careful not to move too much as to avoid any further discomfort. I hear whispering behind me and I carefully turn my head to see the twins walking into the room, Madison confidently walking in the front with a strange grin on her face and Nicole trailing slightly behind her. Madison stops right in front of me while blocking the TV for both me and Katie.

“Hey! Move out of the way dork.” Katie says annoyed.

“I want that book back, ” Madison demands, “the one you borrowed from me.”

“I’m not done with it yet,” Katie says even more annoyed, “now move or you’ll be in pain!”

“Oh is that right?” Madison says before turning to her twin with a smile. “Watch this.”

She turns to me and before I’m able to react she sends an uppercut punch into my poor bruised testicles. Both me and Katie scream in pain. Madison turns to her twin who looks both scared and intrigued at the same time.

“Katie can feel anything we do to Jim's balls,” Madison proudly explains.

“Wow, that’s so amazing!” Nicole says excitedly.

“You little shit!” Katie swears through gritted teeth, “I’ll get you for this.”

As if pre-planned Nicole instantly moves behind me and holds my arms behind me. Madison simultaneously presses her legs against the inside of mine, spreading them outward.

“I want that book,” Madison repeats, “now!” At the same time her fist once again smashes into my testicles. Katie and me both scream in pain.

Enjoying seeing her bully of an older sister in pain Madison hits my testicles three more times in short succession. I am completely beside myself in pain. I try in vain to loosen the grip of my twin sisters but my energy is completely drained from the ballbusting I’ve suffered today.

“Stop, please!” Katie screams in agony, “I’ll get it, just please stop.”

“Hurry,” Madison says while waving her fist menacingly near my balls.

Katie slowly rises from the sofa, hunched over from the pain with both hands holding her imaginary balls. Annoyed at her slow pace Madison gives my balls a slap with her palm, not hard but enough to cause considerable pain to my already sore balls.

“Hurry,” she commands.

Katie yelps and hurriedly moves towards the stairs leading up to her room. We listen as we hear the sound of her footsteps soften as she moves away from us up on the second floor.

“I wonder what the range of these things are,” Nicole says.

“Good question,” Madison replies shortly before her fist once again painfully crashes into my nuts. A scream can be faintly heard from upstairs, as I’m too exhausted to produce more than low grunting noises. The twins on the other hand both laugh good and hard.

Katie returns in a few minutes later, still visibly in pain. She approaches Madison with a book in her hand. Once she’s near enough to hand her the book she turns to me and yells.

“Protect them!”

She immediately pounces a surprised Madison and easily pins her to the ground. I try to move my hands to cover my balls but Nicole’s reaction time is better, quickly grabbing my balls in both her hands and squeezing as hard as she can. If I had any remaining energy I would have screamed at the top of my lungs, instead I only manage a soft whimper. My older sister however let out a loud roar of agony as she falls to her side, loosening her grip on Madison who victoriously stands up looking down on her defeated sister squirming in pain.

Meanwhile I try to pry my sisters iron grip off of my balls, she gives me an annoyed look and somehow manages to squeeze even harder, as if she’s telling me to butt out of this fight between sisters that doesn’t concern me. I can only feebly oblige and steel myself for this immense pain searing in my battered testicles.

Nicole keeps her vice grip on my balls for a couple of minutes, while they silently watch Katie rolling around on the floor in agony. The twins seem to relish the pain they are causing their older sister and especially in the fact that they finally have the upper hand. Neither seems to care, or notice, that the pain is equal or perhaps even worse for me.

“Ok, I think she’s had enough,” Madison finally says and Nicole thankfully releases me from her grip. I sink down to the floor and curl into a ball and drift into an uneasy slumber.

I wake up as I hear my mother calling us for dinner. I arrive first to the dining room, slightly hunched over.

“What’s wrong honey?” my mother asks with a smile. “Did Katie bust your balls again?”

“Yes,” I say, trying to avoid further discussion on this topic.

“Who knew she would grow up into such a ballbuster?” she shakes her head, although can I hear the amusement in her voice.

I ignore her and sit down at the dinner table. Soon my sisters arrive and take their seats. The twins, who are usually inseparable, each take a seat on either side of me. I have a bad feeling about this but keep my mouth shut. We eat in silence for a while.

“So did you finish cleaning the attic, or were you too busy busting your brother's balls?” My mother asks Katie.

Both me and Katie almost choke on our food while both twins laugh happily.

“Well…” Katie hesitates. “We did finish, but…” she pauses, “Jim broke an ancient vase and made a wish that I also feel the pain in his balls.” She finally blurts out.

“Jim!” mom laughs, “what kind of boneheaded wish is that?”

The twins and mom all laugh at my wish, even Katie smiles. I feel like I’m the victim here, but keep my mouth shut.

“Well, maybe Katie will stop busting your balls now.” Mom smiles at me.

“Yeah, and maybe Katie will be nice to us too now!” The twins chirp in.

“Shut up, brats!” Katie responds without thinking.

In a flash the twins have one of my balls in each of their hands. Instant pain hits me as they cruelly squeeze my testicles.

“Oww!” Katie yells.

“Oh, it actually does work.” Mother says impressed. She continues chewing her food while watching Katie squirm in her seat. Again my pain is completely ignored by the women.

“Mom!” Katie groans. “Tell them to stop squeezing, it’s hurting me!”

After what seems like ages she finally decides it’s enough. “Alright girls, stop teasing your sister at the dinner table.”

“Jim,” Katie says once she’s recovered. “You have to protect my balls better.”

“Yes Jim,” mother chimes in, “you now have to be more careful to not hurt you sister.”

I am still in too much pain to respond, but I fail to see how I’m at fault here, nor am I too happy about Katie calling them “her balls” all of a sudden.

The dinner finishes without further incidents, but I have completely lost my appetite and barely touch my food. Afterwards I help clear the table, despite the throbbing pain in my groin.

“Katie,” I hear mom yell from the kitchen, “it’s your turn to do the dishes.”

Katie doesn’t respond. I walk into the kitchen with some pots, placing them on the kitchen sink.

“Katie!” Mom yells louder this time.

A second later my balls explode in pain once again as moms bare foot strikes them dead on. I hear a scream from upstairs as I fall to the floor moaning. A few seconds later Katie arrives in the kitchen holding her groin with a pained expression.

“Shit mom, what’s the rush?” she whines.

“Well at least respond when I’m talking to you Katie.”

Katie grumbles and walks to start her chore. Meanwhile I’ve managed to stand up, my legs still weak and leaning to supporting most of my weight on the kitchen counter.

My mother walks up behind me and lightly pats my balls, causing me to yelp in pain while my sister doesn’t seem to feel anything.

“These things are really handy huh,” mother says happily, still lightly tapping and slapping them. “Oh, stop whining Jim, look at your sister, she’s completely fine.”

“Yeah, I can’t even feel it.” Katie laughs. “What a crybaby.”

I move away from my mother's cruel hand, rushing upstairs while soldiering through the pain and locking myself in my room, safe from any further pain, for now.

Later that evening I’m downstairs picking up a drink from the fridge. I hear all four women laughing and talking in the living room, as I pass the door my mother calls me.

“Hey Jim, come join us.”

I consider pretending like I didn’t hear, but decide it’s better to not annoy them for now. I select a seat next to Katie as I feel we both have a shared interest in protecting my balls. They are still very sore and I have to very carefully sit to not jostle them too much.

“I want to see them,” Katie says and before I can protest her hand has shot in through the legs of my shorts and pulled them out.

“Hey!” I say as I try to pull them back into my shorts, but one look at my sister's face and the fact that her hand is still on my balls makes me reconsider.

“Aw,” she says disappointed as she leans in for a better look, “I was hoping they would have some kind of magical glow.”

The twins are now on the floor next to me and even my mother is leaning in for a better look.

“Wow,” Nicole says, “they are so bruised!”

“Look,” Madison says while painfully pressing her finger and nail into a line of four small bruises on my testicle, “you can see the imprint of my knuckles!”

“Hey, stop it!” Katie winces in pain and swipes her hand away.

“What’s that?” Nicole asks, pointing at a big round bruise.

“Oh, I think that’s when I hit him with the broom handle when we were cleaning.” Katie replies.

They all laugh at this, as if the fact that my sister hitting my testicles with a broom and causing me horrible pain is funny.

“Can you feel this Katie?” Madison asks while pressing her finger lightly into my right testicle, causing me to moan in pain.

“No,” Katie replies, “not at all. Hey let me try,” she says as she grabs a testicle in each hand and starts pressing lightly. “Still can’t feel it,” she says while pressing down slightly harder.

“Ouch,” I moan, “stop it hurts!”

The bruising of the testicles has caused them to become much more sensitive.

“Shut up Jim!” All four women yell in unison.

As proven by the fact that Katie can’t feel any pain, the four of them have decided that I’m just exaggerating the pain for sympathy. Katie keeps increasing the pressure until she winces slightly, meanwhile I am hyperventilating from the pain.

After a while the ladies seem bored of torturing my testicles and go back to watching the TV, my testicles still hanging out through my shorts as Katie stops me every time I try to cover up. A while later Nicole and Madison stand up as they are ready to go to bed.

“Good night Mom,” they both say in unison, “good night Jim.”

“Good night Katie,” Madison says as she walks up to me and slaps my balls hard with an open palm.

“Good night Katie,” Nicole repeats as she also slaps my balls.

The girls laugh as they run upstairs, with Katie chasing after them. I just lie on the couch moaning while clutching my balls.

“Oh, those girls.” Mother says with a sigh, she looks at me, “you might want to ice those down.”

I just grunt in response.

* * *

As the days pass, I’m mostly able to keep out of trouble, a few kicks or fists here or there, but to be honest that’s not much more than what Katie previously would’ve done to me on a daily basis. The twins and Katie actually seem to get along better since the accident, so I suppose all is not bad.

The following Friday I hear mom and Katie arguing as Katie is heading for some party.

“Remember to be back at 12,” mom says.

“12?” Kate says incredulously, “I’m an adult woman!”

“Not while you're living under my room, you're not.”

“Whatever!” Katie yells as she slams the front door behind her.

I’m awoken that night by a knock on my door, my mom enters. I glance at my phone, it reads 12:01 am.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Katie isn’t back yet,” mom says while walking up to me and sits down on my bed.

“Have you tried calling her?”

“She’s just declining my calls, but I have an idea.” She says with a smile. “But I’m going to need your help.”

She doesn’t wait for my response and she climbs onto my bed removing my blanket and exposing me as I lie dressed in my t-shirt and boxers.

“Hey…” I say.

“Shh!” She reprimands me, “don’t wake the twins.”

She straddles my stomach sitting down facing my crotch. With her right hand she reaches down my pants leg, pulling out my testices and with her left hand she calls Katie on her cell phone. I can hear the busy signal as my sister declines the call. My mother's fist crashes into my balls. I try my best not to scream, but the pain is excruciating. Mom dials the number again, this time there is no busy signal, but still no response. My mother's fist connects with my balls again and I bite my tongue not to scream. A few seconds later Katie picks up.

“Mom…” Katie groans.

“Where are you Katie? The time is 12:02.”

“Mom, can’t I stay a little longer?”

“No! I said 12.” Mom yells into the phone, she is squeezing my testicles hard as to punctuate each word. “You have 20 minutes to get here, or else.”

“Please mom,” Katie groans, “I’ll try, but I’m a bit far away.”

“You better be here in 20 minutes, missy!” Mom shouts before hanging up, squeezing harder and harder after each word, I could even feel her nails digging in at the end.

My mom stays perched on top of my belly playing a game on her phone, looks like Snake. “We have to get her a new phone,” I think as I doze off. I wake as I hear mom muttering.

“That’s 20 minutes.”

Her fist slams into my testicles and I cover my mouth in order to not wake the entire house and the neighbours. Mom leans forward to inspect my balls.

“Jim, these are covered in bruises,” she says, “you really have to take better care of them.”

Shortly after those words her fist once again collides with my balls.

“I know Katie is older than you and can be a bit of a bully, but as a man you should do your best to protect her.”

I don’t respond as my hands are still covering my mouth while I brace for the next impact. I don’t have to wait long as she strikes me once again. She continues to punch my balls every 10 to 20 seconds for at least 10 minutes when Katie finally arrives. Mom hurriedly climbs out of the bed and runs downstairs. I just lie there in the worst pain of my life. I pick up bits and pieces of the conversation downstairs.

“I’m sorry mom,” Katie sniffles, “I forgot.”

“Oh, Katie,” mom says her voice slightly choked up, “did I hurt you?””

“Yeah, it hurts pretty bad.”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry if I’m too hard on you. I just get so worried.”

I can hear them both hugging and crying downstairs. Meanwhile each heartbeat feels like a hammer striking my testicles as blood pulses through them. I didn’t get much sleep that night.

* * *

A few weeks later Katie and the twins were arguing about something and as usual the argument ended with one of the twins feet striking my testicles. Katie preemptively bends over in pain but she rises back up a few seconds later unharmed.

“Hey,” she says astonished, “I couldn’t feel that.” She thinks for a bit. “Oh I know, I’m on my period, that’s why! I can’t feel your pain while on my period.”

With a wicked smile she looks down at me where I’m lying on the floor, moaning and clutching my balls.

“You’ve not done your job of protecting my balls properly,” she says while walking towards me and menacingly cracking her knuckles. “I’m going to use these next couple of days to teach you the value of protecting my balls.”

“No, no, no,” I cry.

Ruling the Roost

 Ruling the Roost, by bbmal

After a long first day of classes, Jamie walked home from the bus stop. She walked alone down a suburban street lined by two story houses that lacked definition or originality, typical of new construction. Jamie picked up the pace and turned the corner onto a similar looking street.

Jamie had moved to Columbia only a few days ago to begin classes at the University of South Carolina. She hadn't been able to find a place of her own, but luckily she had family that lived only 15 minutes away from the school by bus. Jamie's aunt and uncle had been nice enough to let her stay with them until she found an apartment.

Having lived in the northeast all her life, Jamie hadn't had much interaction with her aunt and uncle, apart from the occasional funeral or wedding, but they seemed nice. She had also gotten to know her cousin Nathan, who was only a year younger than her. Despite their close age, the two shared little in common - but she hoped to change that.

Jamie was still trying to get accustomed to living in the south, the city and the people were different, but it was even more obvious at her relative's house. Her Aunt Elise was sweet, but she clearly ruled the roost and she ran a very tight ship. She ordered her husband and son around rather, but she was surprisingly kind at times. Jamie got the impression she was the sort of woman that did not abide any nonsense. It made Jamie feel a bit uneasy while staying at their house, which was why she planned to move out as soon as possible.

As Jamie walked up the steps to the house she could see the downstair lights were still on. She found the front door unlocked and let herself in.

"Hello?" She called out from the foyer. There was no response, so Jamie started up the stairs when she heard something that sounded like a groan come out of the family room. Jamie walked down the hall to investigate.

Jamie turned the corner and was shocked by what she discovered. The whole family was there, both her uncle and cousin were stripped down to their boxers and they were each leaning back on one of the sofa's armrests. Her aunt was dressed normally and speaking to both men in low hushed tones. She looked up as Jamie entered the room.

"Hi Aunt Elise, what's going on?" Jamie asked.

"Hello dear," her aunt walked over to her took her hand. "I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" Jamie asked apparently puzzled.

"Of course," her aunt replied. "I was afraid that you might miss miss our little family tradition."

"Oh, OK," Jamie looked at her uncle and cousin, and then back at her aunt. "What are we doing?"

"Monday is disciplinary night." Aunt Elise replied.

"Excuse me?" Jamie couldn't have heard her right.

"Oh don't be shy now, my men are proper gentlemen, but running a house with two men can be quite a job. As women we need to keep control to maintain order."

Jamie shook her head. "What are you talking about?"

"Have you ever tried riding a horse without its reins?"

Jamie shook her head again, having never seen a horse in person let alone ride one.

"Without the reins a horse will go wherever it pleases and take the rider with him. The reins are used to help direct the horse in the right direction. Men are the same way, but unfortunately the good lord didn't give men reigns, so we have to use their testicles instead." Aunt Elise said with a smile. "Now come on, time's a-wastin'."

Her aunt pulled Jamie over to where her uncle and cousin sat patiently and waited. "Most nights I have to manage with the both of them, but you can take Nathan and I'll take your Uncle Ron."

"Wait, we can't do this . . . it's not right!" Jamie cried

This time her uncle spoke up, "Sweetie, the Bible is chock full of men killin’ and destroyin’ and rapin’ women and such. Men have done most of the evil in this world, and God knows it. I couldn't raise my son up proper without teaching him to respect women."

"Respect for women is one thing, but this . . ." Jamie turned to her cousin, "Nathan, you don't actually want me to kick you . . . down there." She made a gesture towards his groin.

"Why, sure I do," Nathan said smiling. "Oh, but not just kick, you knee 'em or squeeze 'em if you'd like."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, why don't you two men drop your drawers?" Aunt Elise suggested.

"Yes mamm." Her cousin replied as both he and his father pushed their boxers down to the floor. The resemblance between father and son was uncanny. Rugged good looks, brown hair and blue eyes, Nathan was an 18 year old version of his father. His muscular physique mirrored his father's, who had the build of a football player. Both men had a proud, soft six inch cock and two big low hanging balls, though his father's balls seemed to bulge out a bit more, the men looked like two bookends.

Aunt Elise grabbed ahold of her husband's gonads and began to knead them. "Nathan, help your cousin."

"Yes mamm." Nathan immediately began to pull and tug on his sac, stretching out his ball cords.

Jamie shook her head. "I can't do this Nathan."

"Why?" Nathan stared back while he kept massaging and loosening up his balls for what was to come. "Don't worry, I've washed."

Jamie looked at him confused for a moment and shook her head. "No, I mean . . . I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, my nuts sure can take a lot - but I want you to try." Nathan said with a genteel smile.

"He's right dear," Jamie's aunt chimed in. "Nathan's balls are almost as strong as his fathers."

Jamie could not believe the situation she had landed into. These people were crazy and they had brainwashed her cousin into thinking this kind of behavior was normal!

"Go ahead Jamie, their ready for you." Nathan said, leaning back on the couch with his arms behind him.

The pressure on Jamie was immense. Three sets of eyes watched her and waited in anticipation. Reluctantly she reached out and grazed Nathan's flesh-colored orbs with the tips of her fingers.

"Go on." Aunt Elise pressed.

Jamie scooped up Nathan's walnut-sized nuggets and cradled them in her palm. They felt heavier and less delicate then she had imagined. Feeling a bit more confident, she gave Nathan's nuts a firm squeeze and watched his muscles ripple in his abdomen and chest.

"That's it Jamie, you're doing wonderfully!" Aunt Elise said encouragingly while simultaneously crushing her husband's nuts.

"I've found it most effective if you squeeze the ball-meat with your lower fingers while also squeezing the tubes behind the ball with your thumb and finger." Jamie's aunt demonstrated on her husband. Jamie's uncle began to pant hard as his wife's grip crushed his manhood like a vice. He grit his teeth and bravely took the pain inflicted on his studly eggs.

Jamie tried to emulate the grip her aunt had shown her but she was having trouble. "Here, let me help," Nathan said and proceeded to position his cousin's fingers around each of his own nuts so that it was just right. "Now give it a try," he said with a smile.

Jamie pressed the 18-year old's tender ball flesh and crushed them between her fingers with devastating effect. Nathan was covered in sweat and his legs wobbled as the boy fought to to maintain his balance. Spurred on by her aunt's encouragement, Jamie dug her fingernails into the back of Nathan's ball cords, causing the young man to howl in pain.

As Nathan's body began to gyrate, his cock grazed the back of Jamie's hand. It was only for a second, but Jamie could have sworn that it had been hard. But before Jamie could confirm it, Nathan threw himself down on the floor and grabbed his battered balls.

Jamie looked around at his parents, but they seemed not to have noticed. "Well done my dear," Aunt Elise released her husband and hugged her niece. As long as you're with us I want you to discipline my men any time you see fit."

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The next morning Jamie went down stairs to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. The rest of the family was already dressed and ready for the day. Her Uncle Ron was dressed in a black business suit and red tie, sitting at the kitchen table and reading the newspaper. Aunt Elise was wearing a sun dress and white cardigan, bent over at the sink washing dishes. Even Nathan seemed dressed up for school, wearing a green polo shirt and tan khakis. Nathan was standing up against the kitchen counter with his legs spread in the same stance he had taken previous night.

Aunt Elise turned around and greeted her niece as she entered the room, "Good morning, do you have class today?"

"Morning," Jamie said yawning. "My first class is at eleven."

"That's lovely dear." Jamie's aunt replied with a bright smile. "Could I interest you with some orange juice? It's freshly squeezed."

"I'm fine with coffee, thanks." Jamie took a sip from her cup.

"Alright dear, but if you can help yourself if you change your mind." Aunt Elise replied wiping her hands dry with a dish towel. Then she turned to her son who had been quiet all morning and pointed to the sink. "Cleaning up after dinner is one of your chores."

"Yes mamm," her son replied in a nervous tone. "I made sure to wash up before I went to bed."

"Then why did I spend half the morning washing last night's dishes, darlin?" Aunt Elise reached between Nathan's spread legs and grasped her son's nuts through his slacks. He whimpered and leaned back on the counter while his mother crushed his manhood in her vicious nut claw.

"Anything worth doing is worth doing right," Aunt Elise said in her rich southern drawl.

"Yes mamm." Nathan whispered.

His mother tugged down on his nutsac. "Please don't mumble, I couldn't hear you."

"Yes mamm!" her son repeated louder.

Aunt Elise released her son's manhood and finished up at the sink. Nathan bent forward and grabbed his crotch.

"I better head off," Uncle Ron put down his newspaper and put on his suit jacket.

"Alright dear, half a nice day." Aunt Elise said. He leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek. Then her uncle stood up straight, spread his legs and presented his groin. Aunt Elise grabbed her husband's large biceps kneed him in the crotch.

Uncle Ron bent forward and groaned. "Thank you darling." Then he stood back up, said goodbye to Jamie and Nathan and left for work.

Aunt Elise looked at her son, "You should be off too sweetie, I don't want you to be late for school."

"Yes mamm, I just need to go get my things." Nathan walked past his mother toward the stairwell.

"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" She asked.

Nathan turned around and kissed his mother on the cheek. Then he spun around and tried to leave.

"Ah, ah, ah, come back mister and present."

Nathan looked at his cousin and then back at his mother who looked rather insistent. He stood up straight, and presented his groin to his mother, legs spread and arms behind his back.

"Every morning I like to send my men out of the house with a kiss and a kick in the pants. I like to think of it as a reminder that I love them and that they better stay out of trouble." Aunt Elise pivoted, clutched Nathan's broad shoulders and sunk her knee deep into her son's groin. Nathan let out a cough and shook his head slightly as if shaking off the blow. His mother smiled and patted him on the chest. "There, now have a nice day dear."

Nathan said goodbye to his mother and cousin, grabbed his books and went off to school. Jamie's aunt told her to help herself to anything she could find and left for work as well, leaving Jamie alone to rome the house. Jamie didn't know what to make of the situation with her aunt, though she had been extremely kind to her, Jamie was happy she wasn't her nephew.

Jamie finished her coffee and went upstairs to take a shower. A few minutes she was dressed and out the door. She walked the block and a half to the bus stop and arrived on campus with plenty of time to spare. Tuesday was a light day for her, after her classes were over she ran some errands and headed back home by 2:00 pm.

The house was quite while everyone else was out at work or school, so Jamie decided to lay down on her bed in the guest room and read. Half an hour later she heard the front door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. "Hello?" Jamie called out.

Her cousin popped his head into the doorway. "Hi Jamie."

"Hi Nathan, how was school today?" Jamie asked.

"Just fine, how was college?" Nathan replied.

"It was good, I already have homework though." Jamie giggled.

"Yeah, me too. I'll be in my room if you need me." Nathan said with a wave and walked down the hall.

Jamie laid in her bed and thought about her cousin. Despite her aunt's odd method of parenting, she molded her son into an upstanding young man. He already acted more maturely than any of the guys she met on campus. Maybe her aunt was right about busting men's balls.

Jamie got up and followed her cousin to his room. "Hey," she said standing in the door way.

Nathan dropped his book bag and faced back at her, "Yes?"

"I just . . . I was wondering if I could practice my squeezing . . . you know, like last night." Jamie stumbled over her words, not knowing the proper way to preposition a guy to bust his balls.

Nathan caught on to her meaning and nodded his head. "Sure."

"Really?" Jamie sounded shocked.

"Of course, your family. Momma said you could bust me any time you'd like." Nathan replied with a smile. "We can do it after I finish my homework, or now if you'd like."

"I'd like to do it now, if you don't mind." Jamie said a bit timidly.

Nathan nodded and assumed the 'presenting position' with his legs spread.

"I don't think I'm advanced enough to do this through clothing," Jamie said as she began unbuttoning Nathan's trousers. "You don't mind, do you? I've already seen everything."

Nathan nodded and watched her unzip his pants and slide them down his legs. Jamie tugged down on his boxers and revealed Nathan's thick dick and low hanging balls. They hung between his legs like a pair of ripe fruit. Jamie cupped his Nathan's juicy balls and rolled them gently in her hand.

"How does that feel?" She asked.

"Just fine," Nathan replied with a smile.

Jamie pinched each thick nut between her fingers and watched Nathan's cock twitch. "Have you ever been with girl?" She asked.

"No, I'm waitin' till I get married." Her cousin replied.

"Oh, so you must masturbate a lot." Jamie said.

"Heck no, momma caught me once and taught me a lesson." Nathan replied.

Jamie went back to focusing on squeezing the life out of his genitals. Now that she was getting the hang of it, she was starting to do some serious damage. Nathan's head rolled and he moaned as she continued to crush his testicles. After grinding one ball against the other, Jamie focused on squashing his left nut. Nathan whimpered but continued to stand and accept his punishment.

"Do you like it when I bust your balls Nate?" It was the first time she called him Nate, and she said it with a soft, sultry voice.

"I don't mind, if that's what you mean." Nathan's cock twitched.

"No, I think you like it . . ." She gently stroked the side of Nathan's young cock. The 18-year dick stiffened immediately and stood at attention. "Oh, look who's up!" Jamie giggled.

Nathan looked horrified. "I'm sorry," He apologized.

"Don't worry about it, your balls are probably swimming in sperm." Jamie replied jokingly.

Nick looked ashamed and shifted his eyes.

Jamie released her cousin's cahones and told him to sit down on the bed. Nathan did as he was told while Jamie pulled his underwear and pants all the way off and sat next to him.

"What are you doin'?" Nathan asked.

"An experiment, now lay back and relax." Jamie replied. She waited for him to get comfortable, then she wrapped her hands around his adolescent cock and bloated balls. "Be honest, you like it when I bust your balls don't you?"

Nathan nodded his head sheepishly.

"I thought so," Jamie said. With one hand she began to grind away at Nathan's nuts while stroking his long shaft with the other. Nathan moaned, but it was unclear if it was because of the pain in his balls or the pleasure from his cock.

"No, please, don't . . ." Nathan panted.

Jamie locked her fingers around his swollen baby-makers and crushed them in her hand. Nathan's body bucked and he moaned.

"You like that don't you?" Jamie asked. She was really getting into it.

"Yes," Nathan sighed.

"Yes what?" Jamie twisted his nutsac.

"Yes mamm."

Jamie pumped Nathan's nuts one at a time, first left, then right, then left again - as the other hand jerked the full length of his prick. "What do you think would happen if I told you mom about this?" Jamie asked playfully.

The pleasure on Nathan's face switched to fear. "I'd get in a lot of trouble."

"I bet you would," Jamie replied as her hand slid teasingly slow along Nathan's cock. "What your mom do when she caught you masturbating the first time?"

"She squeezed my nuts so hard I passed out." Nathan groaned.

"That sounds fun," she whispered in his ear, "maybe I should do that to you too . . ."

Nathan's dick immediately become rock hard, giving her just enough time to slow down before the first shot of sticky white cum burst into the air. Gob after gob of thick white boy juice was discharged al over his chest and arms. Jamie had never seen a guy release so much cum from one ejaculation. By the time he stopped shooting, the front of Nathan's shirt was drenched. With the euphoria of climaxing beginning to fade, Nathan began to breath normally.

Jamie gave his nuts a final squeeze and got up off the bed. "You better clean that up before your parents come home."

Nathan looked down and surveyed the mess he had made and nodded his head.

"I've got some reading to do, I'll see you dinner." Jamie left her cousin's bedroom and walked down the hall with a grin on her face.

Julia

Julia discovers how weak balls make men by busting her brothers nuts,

by u/SexyStoryWriRe15

Mary has two children, Julia and Matt.

One day Mary talked with Julia. Julia: "Hey Mom, does it really hurt a guy that bad being hit in the nuts?"

Mary: "Obviously, I can't speak from experience but from what I've seen and heard, it really does. You know a guy can get infertile by getting kicked in their scrotum?"

Julia: "Really? I can't believe their genitals are this vulnerable"

Mary: "They are. Have you never hit a guy in his private parts?"

Julia: "No. But as we are talking about this, I want to try it. Do you think I could kick Matts's balls?"

Mary: "From mother to daughter I understand why you want to try it, but he's your brother. If you hit your brother, I won't be happy and you'll get punished"

Julia: "Okay Mom. Just another question, Have you ever kicked a guy's nuts?"

Mary: "Yes, but the last time was long ago. I was a girl then and a boy stole my stuff, he thought I'd be weaker than him. But a kick to his balls clarified his illusion and I got my stuff back" and with this, their conversation ended.

A few days later, Matt and Julia annoyed each other, like siblings do. It wasn't clear who started it, but Matt lost his temper and punched his sister in her face. Julia started to cry and left the room, Matt felt, he had won the fight and enjoyed his peace and went to his phone. Julia ran to her bedroom and started to cry. She wanted to get a view of her bruises, but she couldn't in between her tears. Mary heard her daughter cry and came into her room.

"What's the matter sweetie?" and sat beside her. She started to comfort her and when Julia calmed herself, she told her mother what had happened. Mary took a look at her daughters bruises and was visibly unhappy "It can't go like this. I thought I had raised you two enough, but hitting you definitely crossed the line. Come with me" grabbing her hand, Mary went to the living room where Matt was chilling. Mary: "I need to talk with you" Matt visibly nerved: "What's the matter Mom?" Mary: "Do you think this is appropriate? Hitting your sister?" Matt: "She bothered me and wouldn't let me be in peace" Mary: "And you think that's a reason to punch her sister so hard she gets bruises ON HER FACE?" Matt: "Pfff. It was justified" Mary had heard enough, she was steaming and marched towards her son "That's it. I'm confiscating your phone!" Matt: "What? You can't do that. I'm old enough and it's my phone" Mary: "I thought you were old enough, too. I bought that phone and I can take it again." She grabbed his phone, Matt tried to pull it away but Mary was faster "No phone for a month" Matt: "Please you can't do that! My social will be in shambles" Mary: "If that will teach you, I'm willing to accept that" Matt: "I'll do anything, give me house work, ground me, anything. I'd prefer if you'd hit me but don't take my phone" Mary wasn't sure she heard right: "You want me to hit you rather than give up your phone?" Matt: "Yes, anything" worried Matt looked at the phone in his mothers hands. Mary thought for a moment, looked at her daughter, then back at her son and said to him "I need to talk to your sister for a second" and they both left the room. Julia was clearly interested at what her mother might want from her and looked at her interested, Mary: "You said, you want to know what its like kick a guy in his balls, right?" Julia nodded, Mary: "What if I gave his phone back in exchange for you to kick him in his balls" Julias face lit up and said "Mom, you're the best" but Mary slowed her down "First your brother has to agree on this. Secondly, don't kick him too hard. I'll teach you, how you should do it" and they walked back into the living room. Mary said: "Okay. I'm willing to give you your phone back, now" Matt started to smile and exhaled "Yes", "IF, you are willing to let your sister kick you in the balls. ONCE." and Matt looked puzzled. He was unpleasantly reminded of his weakness between his legs and instinctively his right hand moved in that direction. Matt "I should let Julia kick me in my private parts? As hard as she wants?" Mary: "Not as hard as she wants. I'll show you how hard. For accuracys sake I will drop my pants" Mary undressed her pants and stood between her children in her slip. Matt realized how real this had become and his heart started racing. "Julia, now kick me in my crotch as you would kick your brother" but Julia was unsure "Are you sure Mom?" Mary: "Yes, sweety. It doesn't hurt us women. Just kick me" and Julia half-heartedly swung her leg to her mothers crotch. This was enough for Matt to flinch and instinctively cover his crotch but their mother didn't even flinch "That was nothing. Harder" and Julia gained some confidence. At first Matt didn't know how to feel, he certainly had seen friends go down by kicks like this but his mother didn't even react. She positioned herself in front of her mom and kicked her mom nearly as hard as she could. This looked like a really hard kick and again Matts hands rushed to his crotch but Marys reaction was mild again. She inhaled some air and said "Definitely don't kick your brother THIS hard". She needed 10 seconds and stood up right again. Seeing how his mom remained standing, after getting kicked there, he gained some confidence >>It can't hurt a guy THAT much more<< and was sure he could take what would be coming at him. Julia thought for some moment to adjust her strength and kicked her mom a third time. Again Mary remained standing, actually she didn't even bat an eye. This time she said "Perfect. Kick your brother exactly this hard. Matt, are you okay with your sister kicking you like she just kicked me in exchange for you to get your phone back?" At first he had been worried about this, he had seen friends crawl over the floor because of hits like these. He'd chosen the kick either way, but how his mother had absorbed these kicks with such an ease, he was sure his friends were a bunch of weaklings. Additionally Matt felt an urge to prove himself. He wanted to show his mom and sister that he was tougher than his mom. He said "Sure, you get one kick" with a smirk on his face to his sister and added "and I get my phone back" and Mary responded "Deal. Now please drop your pants". Matt dropped his pants to the floor and positioned himself in front of his sister, spread his legs and smiled at her. Julia had a better idea "Turn around" and protestingly Matt turned to his mother "MoOom" but she said "Please. For your phone" "Uugh, fine" and Matt turned around. Mary whispered in Julias ear "Promise me you won't kick harder than what we agreed on" and Julia responded "But he looks so confident. Are you sure it will hurt him? Shouldn't I kick a little harder?" "Trust me, women are much tougher in the groin than men. Don't kick harder than agreed on. You surely want to be an aunt and me to be a grandmother" and winked at Julia. Mary added "Promise?" "Promise". Julia was somewhat excited, she still couldn't believe it would hurt a guy that much. But how her brother flinched when she had kicked their mom made her think. Even the first one seemed to distress him. >>How weird. Maybe guys are really that weak down there<< she thought. She made herself ready, faced her brothers back and remembered how she had kicked her mom. She swung her leg between her brothers legs from behind precisely hitting those dangling balls. Her foot hit him straight in his family jewels and pressed them into his abdomen. Matt tore his eyes open, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his balls. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. He felt the pain expanding through his abdomen and into his legs, tears started to run from his eyes and he realized he couldn't remain standing. He collapsed and grasped for air. He held his body by holding his knees. Slowly, he sank deeper and laid himself on the floor in fetal position, holding his balls. Julia watched this in disbelief >>Amazing. Mom didn't even grasp for air and my brother is laying on the ground, holding his jewels. Seeing in how much agony he is<< she leaned over her brother and asked "Does it hurt you that much?". The pain numbed Matts brain, after some seconds he managed to scoff a "Fuck you" at his sister. When his mind slowly returned he was surprised how much this hurt him and in tears and pain he laid there in fetal position. Mary knelt beside her son and said "Poor little thing. I will get some ice for you". Matt thought >>How can she still stand there and I'm laying here<< and this exemplified him how vulnerable he was compared to his mom. Additionally he thought that her empathy sounded fake. She wanted to get up but Matt stopped her. Even though he was humiliated and laid on the ground he still fulfilled his part and whispered "Stop. Give me my phone". Mary stopped, held his phone over him and said "I hope you learned that you never hit a woman. She will know how to defend herself" and poked his balls. A sharp pain rushed through Matts body and he flinched again, then Mary gave his phone back to him and she disappeared to get some ice. Julia observed this situation with fascination >>I can't believe mom let me do this<< and looked at her brother in pain laying on the floor >>And I'm very grateful, I'm not him right now<<

Later Julia thought about the whole scene again, how her mother stood still and didn't seem to be hurt and how her brother was completely defeated by her simple kick. She thought about herself, her brother couldn't get any form of revenge on her and she found herself lucky that she didn't have such a vulnerability between her legs, that she didn't had balls. Mary spoke with her daughter "I hope this answers your question how painful this is" Julia said "Somewhat. But it's pretty crazy how such a medium kick knocked him out". Julia looked at her brother on the couch again. Slowly she started to comprehend how much it hurt her brother, at first she had thought he was overplaying his pain but as he was still nauseous and couldn't really walk she began to grasp it. She thought >>Wow. A single kick could never hurt a girl or woman like that, especially not between the legs. This actually makes me proud I'm a girl<<. Mary concluded "Yes. But always remember: A kick to a guys nuts is one of a woman's most powerful weapons. Be careful, to use it" and they went to start preparing dinner. Matt laid on the couch still recovering his pain.

After dinner, Matt laid on the couch again. The remaining pain made him unable to walk normally and just laying there he could still feel this painful ache. Julia noticed her brother and that their mother was doing something on the computer and wanted to use this opportunity to tease her brother. She wanted to share her new found appreciation for her genitals and went to the living room "Does it still hurt you?" "Yes. What do you want" he barked at her. Julia: "Nothing. I just wanted to talk to my brother" Matt got a little annoyed by this and said "K. What's up?" "I just think it's crazy, how mom didn't bat an eye" Matt: "Well, guys are more ... uh" Julia: "vulnerable?" "Sure, vulnerable down there". Julia: "Doesn't this make you want a vagina?" Matt: "What? What are you talking about?" and Julia turned her back to her brother and leaned forward. Her tight jeans highlighted her smooth crotch and Matt stared directly at her butt. "If you were my sister instead and had a vagina where your swollen balls are, you wouldn't feel any pain" and she held her hand between her legs and rubbed her crotch. Matt felt uncomfortable and got conscious how much pain his balls gave him and how girls were unable to feel this pain. He remembered his mom getting hit there before him and looked at his sisters butt. He started to feel somewhat embarrassed because of his weakness. Julia loved to know that her brother understood she was immune to his brothers pain. She repeated her question "Your stare on my ass is pretty concentrated, are you jealous of my pussy now? Aren't you embarrassed instead of one you have those vulnerable balls dangling there?". But before any words left Matts mouth, Julia heard how her mom was walking around in the house again, she stood up, said "Remember, girls are better than boys", slapped her crotch and winked at her brother. He stared at her in disbelief and embarrassment, he'd never thought about girls that way before. For the first time in his life he felt embarrassed for his genitals but before he could think of any response his sister left the living room.

John's Nudist Mom

 By Farmboyski

John lived a normal everyday day life with his mother and father. His father was always traveling for business reasons, which left him and his mother alone. It was common for John that when he left in the morning for school his dad was home, but when he got home he would be gone. His mother was 44 years old, but had the body of a 24 year old. John’s high school friends would often come over to try peak at his mother when she was naked. 

One day John had a half day of school and would be home by noon. His dad was in Japan for a week, so he knew his mother would be alone. When he got home he quietly walked in to surprise his mother. As he walked through the house he could hear water running in the kitchen. He looked around the corner to see if his mom was in the kitchen. He was in shock from what he saw; his mother was washing dishes completely naked. In his state of shock he accidentally dropped his keys on the floor. 

His mother turned around in fear, and quickly tried to cover herself with a hand towel and her gloves. When she realized that it was her son she was not as scared any more. She calmly walked over to the pantry and put on an apron. She asked John “Why are you home so early?” 

He answered, “I only had a half day of school today, and why are you naked?” 

Her response was, “I just do it around the house when no one is here, it is very relaxing, you should try it while your father is gone, we could have some fun while doing it.” As she had a little smile on her face. 

He asked, “What kind of fun?” 

She said, “Good clean fun. What is my son afraid being naked in front of his mommy? You know I raised you and I have seen you naked before, so just don’t think about it and do it. 

“Ok, just don’t make a big deal about it.” He said. 

So he went to his room to get naked as his mom continued to do the house hold chores. As he was taking of his clothes he knew his friends would kill to be in this same situation. As he took off his boxers he realized that his cock was rock hard. He knew that if he went down stairs like that his mother would be disgusted by it. He quickly went to the bathroom to “relieve” himself. 

As he came down stairs he could here his mom talking to herself while cleaning the table. He decided to make a quick dash to the family room to watch TV. His plan failed as his mother saw him run through the hallway. She asked him, “Can you help me put some groceries on the top selves?” 

He slowly walked into the kitchen where his mom’s jaw dropped at what she saw. John had a 6” cock that hung down. Behind his cock were his balls, which hung almost as low as his cock. She said. “Boy, a lot has changed down there from when I last saw it.” 

John’s face quickly turned red, and his cock started to get a little hard. He did not say a word as he walked over to the step stool. The step stool had 4 steps to it, and John went up all 4 steps. His mother stood in front of it handing stuff up, and right in front of her face was her son’s package. He noticed it to and started to get hard. His mother said, “This is a lot better with another person here to help me.” As she talked she intentionally blew on his growing penis. 

Ironically the last thing to go up was a 4 foot long sausage. As she handed it up, the end swung back and hit John lightly in his balls. He let out a little groan, and walked off the ladder. He quickly went over to a chair to sit down and recover from the light blow to his balls. His mother came over and asked, “What was wrong?” 

Some what out of breath, he answered, “The sausage hit me in the balls.” 

She assumed that all boys had been hit in the balls, so she said, “That was a soft hit to your balls, nothing like the first time you were hit, right?” 

He answered, “Well this is the first time.” 

“You have never been hit in the balls before?” She quickly asked. 

Embarrassed, he said, “Yes. I have often wondered what it would be like to be hit in the balls, because I see it happen on TV all the time.” 

His mother quickly put a and b together, and asked, “Would you like me to bust your balls for you?” 

A hesitated, “I don’t know.” came from John. 

His mother responded, “Well I am your mother, and I will not go so far as some one else might go, so why dot you give it a shot?” 

“Ok, but softly” was the answer he gave. 

After about a half hour John was ready for his ball busting session with his mom. They both went into the family room to discuss how it was to be done. His mother asked, “How do you want me to bust your balls, kicking, kneeing, punching, slapping, or what?” 

“Well, I would was hoping that you would kick them.” Responded John. 

She quickly answered, “Ok. Now stand up and spread your legs for me.” 

He stood up and spread his legs about half way, letting his low hanging balls dangle freely in the air. She came up to him and kicked open his legs more exposing more of his precious balls. She told him to jump up and down because she wanted to see his balls bounce up and down. 

She then took a few steps back and took a practice swing into the free air about 6” from his dangling balls. She then proposed this bet to him, “When I kick you in your balls, if you fall down, I own your balls to do with what I want while your father is gone. However, if you stay standing I will stay completely naked around the house, even when your friends are over.” 

He thought it over while watching his mother’s foot swing back and forth inches from his dangling jewels. He finally gave his answer, “Ok.” 

She then stepped back and planted her left foot in to the carpet, and swung her right foot as hard as she could into her son’s defenseless balls. He let out a screech that she thought would bring all the dogs to the house. He tried to stay standing, but his knees began to buckle, and he was soon on the floor holding his poor battered balls. She stood above him with her hands on her hips and said, “Ok, we know who won that bet.” 

He could only respond with a long groan while holding his balls and looking up at his mother standing above him. 

John’s mom was so excited; she had the whole week ahead to do whatever she wanted to his balls. She quickly went to the computer to do research on ball busting methods and techniques. She came across the eunuch archive among others, and saved them all in her favorites folder under the name ball busting fun.

Well now that my mom owned my balls to do with what she pleases, my balls were to be accessible all the time. Every morning I awoke with a quick slap to my balls from the back of her hand. She always insisted that I take a long hot shower everyday so my balls would hang lower. Well today was no different, as soon as I got out of the shower she was there. She gave me the choice of a kick, 2 knees, or 4 punches to my defenseless balls. This is always a tough choice for me and her balls. I decided to take the 2 knees. 

She looked at me and smiled. I opened my legs so she could knee my balls. I stood in front of my mom when WHAM, she kneed my balls. I fell against the wall. Then with out warning she kneed me again, and because my balls were so low they were smashed up against the wall behind me. I fell to the ground hold my brutalized balls. The only perk about today was that it was a school day and my balls get a chance to recover. 

As I made my way downstairs to the kitchen my mom told me to bring her high heel shoes. I was confused of what she had planned because I had to be at school in an hour. I cringed as I grabbed her high heels. I walked downstairs and gave my mom her high heels as she lightly slapped my balls. I let out a short cry in pain as she did that. She laughed and said that my balls still must be tender from the morning. I went over to my chair and sat down. She walked over to me and gave me my breakfast, the same as it has been scrambled eggs. 

As I ate I noticed the time and realized that I was running late. I got my books and headed off to the door. My mom stopped me and asked where I was going. I stood there confused. She said that I no longer go to my old school but that I will now be home schooled. I just stood there in shock. She asked me if I was happy to be spending more time with her. All I could do was mumble a yes. 

She took me into the family room where she had set up a class room. I sat down in the chair as she walked to the board. She had already written out a schedule for me. 

9:00am – 10:00am: History 

10:00am – 11:00am: English 

Noon – 12:30pm: Lunch 

12:30pm – 1:30pm: Math 

1:30pm – 2:30pm: Science 

I was still confused as what was going on, but I was quickly punished for not paying attention by having a parachute attached to my balls. She told me that today’s punishments for mistakes will be 1 pound weight added to my parachute. We quickly got started in history, my worst subject. We were talking about the Amazon women and how they were an all women society. After a lecture she gave me a 10 question quiz, I only got 4 correct, so 6 pounds were added to my balls. At first it was not that bad but then I realized that I had to where this for the rest of the day. 

In English class she talked about how to properly correct grammar and common mistakes. Once again she gave me a quiz at the end of the class. Thankfully I am good at English, and only got one wrong answer. So another pound was added to my balls. During lunch I was not allowed to take off the weight from my balls. My mom would often try to hit the weight to keep it tugging on my balls. 

After lunch my balls were really starting to hurt, I was having trouble paying attention to my mom. During my math class I was unable to follower her because of the pain in my balls. At the end of the class she gave a me another quiz, I thought to my self well it is only 10 questions I will probably get at least half right. When I got the paper it was 20 questions long, I knew then that she had set me up so that I would be in pain and not able to concentrate. Well I only got 11 correct so another 9 pounds were added to my balls, making the total, 16 pounds. 

I was crying in pain during the science class, all I could remember was my mom hitting the weights to get my attention. After it all she gave me another quiz, this one with only 10 questions, I got 6 correct, so 4 more pounds were added. I stood there with 20 pounds attached to my balls as she said class dismissed. I was relieved, I thought to my self, finally the weight will be taken off. 

She came over to me and released the weight from my balls which were now hanging about an inch and half lower. She told me to go to the bathroom to clean up. When I was in the bathroom I was amazed that my balls were still hanging that low. When I came out of the bathroom, my mom was waiting at the door for me and asked how they were hanging after along day of school. I said ok, but she needed to check for her self. She grabbed my balls and began to roll them around in the palm of her hand. 

After she gave the all ok, she told me that it was time for the normal ball busting session to begin. I knew that may balls were going to be sore for a long time. 

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