GODDESS GLORY, BALLBUSTER
By Caligula
Goddess Glory watched as the young, very young, white boy entered the hotel room where she was waiting for him. His eyes were downcast and his face flushed red, obviously out of embarrassment at having requested this meeting with a powerful black woman and at what he had asked her to do. It was one thing to be bold over the privacy of the internet but to be here now face to face was a different matter. It took every ounce of manhood he had to walk into the hotel and he stood outside the room door for 10 minutes before finally knocking and coming in. Goddess looked him up and down and didn’t think much of him, but the she never did think much of her “toys”.
“How old are you, boy, and what’s your name? Not that your name matters, but I like to know the name of the person I’m about to ruin. It makes it more personal for me.”
The young man turned a deeper shade of red, if that was possible, and coughed before answering. “Jeff, ma’am. I’m eighteen. I mean I just turned eighteen last week.”
“How experienced are you, boy?”
“Um…I’m a virgin, ma’am.”
Goddess laughed. So young. It would be fun hurting this little white boy. She had never broken someone so innocent and pure before. She would enjoy destroying him.
“Look at me, boy.”
Jeff looked up sheepishly to take in this black woman. She was wearing black pointy toe heels…ouch, he knew those were going to hurt and his dick twitched in his pants. His eyes traveled up her long black legs and took in her short skirt, her tight low cut top exposing plenty of cleavage and finally rested on her dazzling white smile and playful eyes. He smiled shyly and looked away, unable to meet her gaze for more than a few moments. He scanned the room restlessly, not knowing where to look, and found he kept stealing peeks at Goddess’s feet in those wicked evil shoes. Goddess reclined back onto the bed, propped herself up on her elbows and dangled her feet over the edge of the mattress.
“Well let’s get started, boy. I don’t have all night. Come over here and take these shoes off my feet.”
She snapped her fingers and it made Jeff jump slightly. He walked over to the bed and knelt in front of those well worn stilettos. He gently and slowly removed each shoe. He could smell her feet as soon as they were free and as she wiggled her toes at him he realized he was now hard as a rock.
“Smell them. Sniff the balls of my feet until I tell you to stop.”
Jeff placed his nose on the ball of her foot as she commanded. Her foot was moist with sweat from being trapped inside the shoe and it was slippery against his nose. He breathed in deeply and coughed from the strong scent. It wasn’t unpleasant to him, just overwhelming. As he coughed he backed up slightly from her feet.
“Did I tell you to stop motherfucker? SNIFF!”
Now that he was prepared he was able to return to her soles and smell their aroma without choking. Jeff was in heaven and pressed his nose into her toes allowing his lips to brush the ball of her foot. Goddess knew what he wanted.
“You can lick them, but you better not stop until you lick every inch of my soles you sick little fuck.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
Jeff took his time. This was a gift to be relished slowly. He nervously stuck out his tongue and placed it on the heel of her foot and licked upwards towards the toes. His dick ached in his pants as he lapped the salty tang of her feet like a dog licking it’s own nuts. He licked both feet like his life depended on it and when he was satisfied that SHE was satisfied with the job he had done he looked up at her eagerly, his former shyness all but forgotten.
Goddess was waiting for him to become more bold, less shy, before she crushed his ego. “Well let’s move on to why you’re REALLY here.” She stood up off the bed and slipped her pointy toe heels back on. “So you want me to kick you in the fuckin balls, huh? You get off on thinking about my powerful black feet and knees racking your tiny eighteen year old white nads up into your throat, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am. I think about it a lot. I‘ve never been kicked before.”
“I’m sure you do, perv, but once I make it so you can’t have babies you won’t think about it so much anymore…well you might think about it a lot with regret when you can’t get your puny dick hard anymore.” Goddess laughed at him as his newfound boldness started to disappear and his ego to shrink. He began looking down again with that stupid grin on his face. Well he wouldn’t be grinning for long.
“You’re in luck, boy, cause I LOVE busting balls.” Goddess let silence hang in the air for a few moments and then startled Jeff by shouting out, “SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!”
Jeff snapped to attention and spread his legs. He was torn between so many emotions…fear at being kicked in the balls…anxiety from having wanted this for so long…and foolishness for having his dick hard and pointing at a 90 degree angle from his body, quite obviously pointing at Goddess Glory.
Goddess knew this young dumb white boy expected her to go easy, at least at first, but she didn’t like to take it easy. She was doing this for HER enjoyment and she received no pleasure from light love taps to a man’s nuts. What she was about to do was her right as a woman, and she felt she understood this male’s need to submit to her…to offer up his most precious possessions, his testicles, for her amusement.
Goddess Glory took a running start and kicked her leg up right between his thighs, crushing his balls between her foot and his pelvis. She took a step back, hands on hips, and watched for the inevitable reaction. She loved this part. It was made even more special for her by the fact that this boy had never had his balls kicked before. She was his first…and quite possibly his last. She chuckled inwardly.
Jeff couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened. He thought there would be some buildup. Some light playful kicks or some gentle knees before they worked up to the real rough stuff. Goddess looked on amused as Jeff’s eyes started to scrunch up and his hands shot to protect his junk…too late…his knees sagged and he sank to the ground in the fetal position.
“That’s just to show you I don’t fuck around and you better not get cocky with me! Hurts like a motherfucker, don’t it?”
Jeff couldn’t respond. He opened his mouth and a high pitched warbling escaped from his throat. Goddess could start to make out words interspersed throughout the gibberish and she already knew what those words would be.
“My balls…my balls…my balls…” Jeff wailed many octaves higher than his normal voice. To add to his embarrassment, he was openly crying. Goodness why did he have to cry!
“Ohhhhh poor baby. Did mommy crush your balls? I bet that erection is gone now! Hahaha!” Goddess Glory stepped in front of his face and nudged his lips with the toe of her shoe. Jeff opened his eyes enough to look at those deadly high heels shoes. “I call these shoes my nutcrackers. I hope you jerked off that tiny prick of yours before you got here and spilt your nut sauce cause I don’t think your balls are going to work after meeting me.”
Goddess Glory sat cross legged in a comfy armchair while she waited for Jeff to recover from her awesome kick. She hoped he realized how lucky he was to be on the receiving end of such a blow. While he squirmed on the ground she took her time looking him over…he was kind of cute for a white boy, especially with those tear stained cheeks. She wanted to lick the tears from his cheeks, to taste his realization that he was just a boy…a boy with balls. And girls were better than boys. He might have suspected girls were better but her foot in his nuts was the ultimate proof.
Eventually Jeff was able to stand, and wiped his face with his sleeve in an attempt to clear away the dry tears. If only the shame and humiliation he felt could be wiped away so easily.
“Did your balls drop, boy?” Goddess laughed.
“Yes, ma’am. You fixed them real good.”
“I haven’t fixed you…yet! Take your clothes off so I can see what I’m aiming for.”
Jeff complied, albeit slowly. His dick, already small to begin with, seemed even smaller to him now. Being kicked in the balls did that to a guy, he guessed.
“I think we should try some knees, don’t you?”
“If you think that’s best.”
Goddess approached him and reached out to rest her hands on his shoulders. He flinched when she touched him…the memory of his recent encounter with her foot still too fresh in his mind.
“Easy, baby. Don’t you trust me?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m just…scared.”
“They’re just balls, honey,” she cooed.
Goddess Glory then gripped his shoulders hard and used the added leverage to thrust her knee into his groin. She felt his naked ball sack squish against her knee, his twin orbs easily detectable against her bare flesh. Jeff’s eyes bugged out and the wind left his lungs with a “whoosh”. While nowhere near as devastating as her kick, the knee still hurt like fuck. He doubled over and was eyelevel with her heaving breasts. Through a haze of pain he could make out that her nipples were hard as they strained against her tight top.
“Balls…” he croaked.
Goddess chuckled again and jiggled her boobs.
“Would you like to touch them?” she teased.
“Yes please,” he whimpered in reply.
Jeff removed his hands from protecting his gonads and reached out to touch Goddess’s gorgeous breasts. His grasping fingers were stopped just short of making contact with those perfect globes as Goddess jammed another knee into his balls.
“I asked if you’d like to touch them! I didn’t say you COULD touch them!”
Jeff sank to his knees, his eyes misting up again. He tried to steady himself to keep from falling over by grabbing onto to Goddess’s sexy legs.
“See, your ego needs to be broken. If you were properly submissive you would fall down instead of trying to hold yourself upright, like you can be stronger than the pain in your balls I just gave you with my knee. But don’t worry, baby, I’ll break your ego…well I’ll break SOMETHING.”
Goddess then drew her leg back and kicked Jeff square in the balls with the pointed toe of her high heel shoe.
“Ohhh…did I hear a crunch? Hahahahaha!” Goddess laughed as Jeff fell over like a sack of flour and muttered almost incoherently about balls and shoes. “I told you I’d break something…someTHINGS? That HAD to hurt! Right with the toe! I told you these were my nutcrackers, baby.”
The humor was lost on Jeff, however, as he was in such a state of pain that all he could do was try and not vomit. Had he really wanted this? He wasn’t certain anymore. It seemed more that this is what Goddess Glory wanted, and his poor bewitched mind was only made to think this was his fantasy. He did need to submit to her though. It didn’t really matter what form it took, just that he suffered beneath her and gave his will to her. She was the Goddess and he was just some worthless white boy with balls to offer up to her for sacrifice.
After a few minutes he felt Goddess wrap her hand around his nuts and tug. Goddess Glory didn’t get the desired reaction at first and so she twisted his nuts as far as they would go and tugged again. Did she really hear a crunching sound that time? Tee-hee! Too bad for ballboy if she did!
She dragged Jeff by his balls across the floor and propped him up against the wall in a sitting position, his legs spread wide. She left him sitting there, dazed, as she rummaged through the desk drawers searching for something.
“You know, white boy, I feel bad. You just had your eighteenth birthday and I didn’t give you anything special.” Goddess found what she was looking for and turned to face Jeff. She was holding a very thick phone book. “Well I’m about to give you something special. I’m about to give you something you’ll never forget.” Her smile was breathtaking.
She skipped over to where Jeff was sitting against the wall and dropped the book on the floor between his splayed legs. She lifted his balls by the bag and shoved the phone book underneath them. She let go of his sack and his balls landed atop the yellow pages with a plop.
She slipped her right foot out of her shoe and teased Jeff’s cock with her toes.
“Balls are such delicate things, aren’t they? So easy to hurt. So easy to crush.”
The teasing of her toes and the taunting of her voice caused Jeff’s dick to get hard despite the pain he still felt in his balls.
“I bet you were hoping maybe for a birthday foot job? Hahaha! Only real men get to spill their baby batter on my toes. You’re just a silly white boy. No, I have something better for you.”
As she spoke Goddess removed her soft foot from his cock and lightly placed the ball of her foot on his left testicle.
“You know it’s funny…you can turn a nut into peanut butter, but you can’t turn peanut butter back into a nut.
Jeff whimpered as she rolled his nugget underneath her foot, a sinking feeling entering his stomach.
“I read somewhere, boy, that it takes 110 pounds of pressure to rupture a ball…to pop a nut. How much do you think I weigh? Do you think I weigh more than 110 pounds? I’m not really certain myself. Wanna make a guess? Wanna find out?”
Jeff cupped her bare heel in his hands and rubbed softly, hoping his gentle gesture would make Goddess change her mind with what she was about to do. In return Goddess Glory closed her eyes and moaned softly. She started rubbing her nipples with her fingertips and groaned louder.
“Oh yeah, baby, rub my foot with your hands…it feels soooooo good!”
She continued to moan and lick her lips…Jeff was thinking maybe she’d spare his ball if only he could make her orgasm…and then she just stopped and started laughing at him.
“FOOLED YA! Play time is over!”
And then, with his nut trapped under the ball of her foot, Goddess Glory stood on tiptoe. The pain was immediate. Jeff’s whole body was on fire and his gentle rubbing of her heel turned into a feeble clawing. To Goddess Glory it seemed he was trying to lift her up, actually trying to pick her up by the heel to relieve the pressure on his balls. Silly boy.
“It sure is looking like I weigh under 110 pounds, right?”
She stood there, balancing on one leg, balancing on his ball…and then she started bouncing up and down, the ball of her foot squishing his spongy nut with each hop. Jeff’s eyes were crossed and his tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth. He sounded like a tea kettle, only quieter. Goddess found she was actually getting aroused from bouncing on this eighteen year old virgin white boy’s nut. With Jeff staring straight ahead, at her crotch, she lowered her fingers and started rubbing herself. It didn’t take much effort on her part…Jeff’s nut seemed to be doing most of the work of making her cum. Just a soft stroking of her fingertips in the right place, grind her foot back and forth, bounce up and down…and Goddess had an orgasm. She seemed to think she must have blacked out for a moment and when she regained her senses she realized she was still standing on Jeff’s nut. Goddess Glory laughed and finally released his poor virgin nut from beneath her ball busting foot.
“Looks like you made me cum after all, white boy.”
She knelt down between his legs and felt for his left ball. It was swelling quickly and he’d be sore for a LONG time to come, but the nut was just fine.
“You win, boy! I guess I weigh less than 110 pounds!”
With that Goddess Glory slipped her high heel back on, grabbed her purse off the bed and stepped to the door. She turned around to blow Jeff a birthday kiss and then left him there to nurse his wounds as she headed out to a club to find a real man.
THE END
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Oyster Dinner With The Family
Oyster Dinner With the Family
By Caligula
Jeff was sitting in front of the television watching some boring show. Jeff's Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa had been invited over for dinner by his widowed mother, Patricia, and his thoughts kept straying to the scene he knew was playing out in the back yard. All three of the women were sunbathing themselves out in the back yard, in very skimpy bikinis. He felt guilty fantasizing about his near naked female relations yet still got a massive hard-on when trying to picture their tan, hard, squirming bodies. He finally got frustrated enough to go and sneak a peek at his unknowing family. He climbed the stairs to his mother's bedroom, the bedroom overlooking the backyard and cautiously looked out the window. He was relieved to see the three girls lying on their stomachs so that they couldn't see him staring. Jeff eagerly eyed up the sexy bodies, focusing on their round full asses, shapely legs and especially on the soft sexy soles of their feet. My goodness his foot-fetish was such a pain in the ass sometimes, especially since his mother, aunt and cousin had such beautiful feet. Jeff made a rash decision and hastily dropped his pants and underwear, gripping his rock hard shaft tightly. He started to pump as he first watched his mother's wiggling toes, then his aunt and cousin as they flexed their soles. Jeff glanced around the room and saw all of the women's clothes scattered about haphazardly, and his eyes focused on the shoes sitting in the corner. He picked up his cousin's slingback flats and looked down into the toe area where he could see the deep outline of her toes. He sniffed deeply and he could have sworn his cock grew another inch. He next picked up his aunt's high heels and did the same, this time also rubbing the soft leather up and down the underside of his prick. Finally he approached the holy grail of foot-fetish paraphanaelia...his mother's high-heeled sandals. His mother had owned these sandals for many years and the imprint of her foot was deeply and darkly embedded in the soft leather of the shoes. He could smell their sweet aroma while they were still several feet from his nose. These sandals had to be tied around his mother's feet with straps attached to the sides, and so when untied as they were, the area of the shoe where his mother's feet would sit was completely accessible to his nose...and tongue. He ran back to the window and went back to eyeing up his mother's feet, shoe and dick in hand. He started breathing more heavily and while his mother wrinkled her soles for him, he took a long lick of his mother's foot imprint in her shoe. Oh it tasted so good! He nearly orgasmed right there, knowing that he had just basically licked his mother's sole and now knew what it tasted like! He continued pumping as the three women flipped onto their backs and huge melon-like breasts popped into view, barely concealed behind the teeny-weeny bikini tops. Jeff's dog, Spot, took this sudden movement as a sign that the girls wanted to play. He ran up to the tanning women and jumped up, putting his paws all over his mother. She very irritably got up as the dog leaped up onto her once again. Spot was a rather large dog and Patricia easily held his paws in her hands. Jeff listened intently through the open window as his mother spoke to his aunt and cousin.
"Spot's about to get his first lesson in why he shouldn't jump up on people," said Pat with a smile. Aunt Therese and Melissa both looked up to see what Patricia was talking about. Jeff looked on in disbelief as his mother swung her leg back and then kicked Spot full force in his large dangling balls with the top of her bare foot. Jeff clutched his own balls in sympathy as Spot fell to the ground whimpering, well...like a dog. Jeff's continued to observe as first his aunt and cousin, followed shortly by his mother, started to laugh.
"Well I guess I don't have to get Spot fixed now!" announced Patricia proudly.
Melissa, who was laughing particularly hard said, "I can't believe you kicked him in the balls!"
"Well if Jeff doesn't keep his dog out of my way, I might just kick him in the balls!" laughed his mother.
At this comment by his mother, Jeff noticed that his cock involuntarily sprung to life once again. Could it be? Could it be that I'm turned on by my mother saying she would kick me in the balls? But that's sick! He looked down and saw his mother's shoe still clutched in his hand and knew he had to try it. He placed the toe of her shoe about a foot and a half away from his groin and tried to imagine his mother's foot laced up snugly with the straps, her wiggling toes peeking out over the edge of her sandal and pointed menacingly at his balls. His cock rose even higher and then realised what he must do.....he thrust the toe of the shoe directly into his nuts. Jeff doubled over with a squeal, dropping the shoe and falling to his knees, clutching his balls. In his mind he sounded mutch like Spot when his mother had kicked him. One thing he did notice, however, was that his dick was hard as a rock.
"Did you hear that?" asked Therese.
"It sounded like a yell or something," responded Patricia.
"I think you kicked Spot so hard in the balls that when he yelped there was an echo!" added Melissa with a wicked laugh.
After laughing with her neice, Pat looked quizically up at her open bedroom window. "Hmmm.....I wonder. I think we better go in and check on Jeff, and make sure he's not hurt. Be quiet though...I have a funny feeling about this."
The three women quietly got up and silently made there way into the house and up the stairs. What they saw shocked all three of them. There was Jeff, his eyes closed and laying on the floor clutching his balls with one hand and licking the inside of his mother's shoe. The licking was only interrupted by the occasional "oh my balls, you kicked my balls".
Jeff's fantasy was rudely ended by his mother's shout of rage. "Exactly what the fuck do you think you're doing in here! Why are you on my floor exposed, crying about your balls and licking the inside of my shoe! I suppose you were spying on us! This isn't the first time I noticed you watching me!"
Jeff immediately dropped the shoe and tried desperately to cover up his naked genitals. He stumbled red faced to his feet and stared down at the floor. As he went to pull his pants quickly up his mother stopped him.
"Oh no! You leave those pants down. After all, you got a look at us, maybe we want a look at you!"
"He looks kind of small down there, sis," laughed his Aunt Therese.
Melissa only looked on in shock, although she had a smile on her mean little face.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Jeff!"
Jeff continued staring at the floor.
Pat walked up to her son and slapped him hard across the face. "Let's start with the shoe, shall we? Why were you licking my shoe?!?"
"I have a foot fetish, " said Jeff quietly.
Melissa burst out laughing but was silenced by a stern look from her mother.
"I don't mind you having a foot fetish..." Jeff looked up at this, "but why MY shoes!"
"I...I...I..."
"Don't tell me you like MY feet! Answer me! Do you fantasize about my feet?"
"Yes, " answered Jeff meekly.
"And you fantasize about Aunt Therese's feet and Melissa's too?"
"Yes."
"We'll get back to feet later. Now what's this about getting kicked in the balls? Don't tell me you like that too!"
Jeff was never so embarassed in his life as he was at this moment. He knew he had no choice but to answer. "Yeah, I think I like to be kicked...you know...there."
"And I suppose you think about all of us kicking you, huh?"
"Yeah."
All three women started laughing now. The thought of a guy geting off on being kicked in the balls was hilarious to them. Jeff's mother tried to look stern again as she addressed her red-faced son. "Get out of my face this instant, and don't think I'm forgetting about what happened here tonight. We are definitely going to be discussing this!"
Jeff ran past the three girls as they laughed at his hasty departure.
Jeff's mother hardly spoke to him through the course of the next week, although he noticed that she took to walking around barefoot most of the time. All week long he was treated to sole shows as his mother washed dishes, or dangled her feet from the sofa as she slept or performed her yoga exercises, wiggling her toes. He was hard as a rock most of the time and yet his mother was always around, allowing him no chance to masturbate. He had the worst case of blue balls in his life. The funny thing was that she never did mention the episode from the week before and he was relieved to find she had forgotten the whole incident.
"Your Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa are coming for dinner tonight so I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?" She made certain it was an order, not a question. "We're having a 'special' meal tonight." She smiled as she turned away.
Jeff mumbled a yes as he sulked off, dreading the upcoming dinner event. How could he face his aunt and cousin after what they knew about him? It was going to be a very long supper.
When his relatives finally showed up, his jaw dropped as he saw them. In opening the front door, he kept his eyes and gaze downcast because he was too embarassed to look them directly in the face. He was struck dumb, however, by the sight of their barefeet in high heeled sandals. He started to look up their long bare legs to the daisy duke type shorts they wore, and continued staring up their rock hard stomachs to their oversized breasts leaking out of the undersized bikini tops they wore. When he did finally meet their eyes, they were smiling at him, aware of how they were affecting him.
"Come in ladies!" shouted Patricia as she walked down the stairs. Jeff turned and was shocked again to see his mother dressed the same as the others, minus the shoes. She almost skipped, barefoot down the stairs. "Dinner is almost ready, but before that...are you all ready for your pedicures? I know I sure am!"
Jeff's heart beat furiously in his chest. It seemed they were purposely toying with the fact he had a foot fetish.
"Me first!" shouted his cousin as she leapt onto the sofa. His mother and aunt both sat in side chairs.
"Well, what are you waiting for?!? Get over there and give your cousin a pedicure!" yelled his aunt. Jeff looked quizically over to his mother and she nodded yes, while holding out various little nail files, oils and nail polish. Jeff sat at the end of the couch where his cousin Melissa dangled her pretty feet. Melissa roughly dropped her shoe-clad feet into his lap, narrowly missing his balls.
"Hahahaha! Did I kick your nuts?"
"No...you missed them, " Jeff whispered, quite humiliated by the whole situation. As he removed his cousin's sandals he started to get yet another erection. Melissa could feel his growing member through his shorts with her foot still in his lap.
"Eeewwww! He's getting all hard playing with my feet!"
The women all laughed and Jeff pushed Melissa'a feet out of his lap and onto the floor. He attempted to rise and salvage what little dignity he could but was stopped short by his mother. She grabbed his shoulders and brought her tan sexy knee up to within an inch of his groin. There was no mirth in her voice as she threatened her son. "You're being punished tonight for violating us last week. Now you get back down at your cousin's feet, where you belong, or as God is my witness that I gave birth to you, I'll crush your balls with my knee and you'll never be able to have kids...or another hard-on again!"
Jeff looked down from his mother's anger filled face, stopped briefly to admire her enormous breasts and finally settled his gaze on her lethal knee prepared to render him sterile. He looked to his favorite auntie for support, but she just sat in her chair, wiggling her foot from side to side with a smug smile on her face. He swallowed hard and looked back down to his mother's knee. "Alright, please don't use your knee on me." The smile returned to his mother's face and she slowly lowered her leg, returning to her seat. Jeff turned around and sat down, lifting up his cousin's feet once again. He spoke not another word but proceeded to start with the file and rub it on any slightly calloused spots on her lovely feet, and then used it on her toenails. The ladies, meanwhile, talked about their day. Jeff had never been so humiliated in his life as he applied the scented oils to his cousins feet, at first sloppily.
"You're not getting it right! Slow down and make sure you get it between my toes! Aunt Pat...he's not doing it right!" whined Melissa.
Jeff looked over to his mother and was about to complain when he saw her mean stare and her finger directing his eyes to her knee, which she jerked up sharply from her seat in warning. Jeff immediately shut up and made sure to be more careful in the application of the oil. He rubbed it delicately into her soft soles and toes, and then stuck his index finger, dripping with oil in between his cousins tiny toes, one by one. As the oil was drying on her sexy soles, he reached for the nail polish and prepared to paint her dainty toenails.
"Oh we forgot to tell you, " stated Melissa, "if you mess up the paint job, you're mom said I could kick you in the balls till they pop!" She laughed as he blushed, as all the women laughed.
"Yeah, and Melissa is very ticklish, so you better be careful. You'll be a eunuch!" chimed in his aunt.
Jeff nervously held one foot, while Melissa positioned the other foot so she could ram it into his balls should the need arise. Jeff noticed this and took a deep breath.
"Not scared, are you son?" asked his mom.
Jeff managed to somehow make it through without fucking up the paint job, much to his cousin's disappointment. She then wiggled her soles seductively in his face and commanded him to blow dry her nails with his breath. He breathed on her feet as his erection grew to painful proportions. How could he be so arroused and yet be so embarassed at the same time? He felt he had no dignity left at all. He managed to make it through his aunt and mother getting pedicures without screwing up and they all made there way into the dining room for dinner, Jeff bringing up the rear as his mother told him that was a man's place in life.
Melissa and her mother sat across from each other, while Jeff was positioned uncomfortably across from his mother. Jeff could hardly believe it when all three women propped their frshly pedicured feet on the table, soles facing him. He thought that maybe his punishment was that they were hoping his balls would just explode from being filled with too much cum! Oh his erection hurt! They knew exactly what they were doing to him. If he had been in shock up to this point...he was about to be horrified. His mother lifted the lid of the pot containing dinner with her nimble toes and exclaimed, "We're having goat nuts!"
Jeff felt sick at the site of dozens of testicles resting inside the ceramic pot but noticed that the three girls were licking their lips in anticipation. His mother ladeled out a couple dozen balls onto her plate and passed the pot around the table. After Melissa helped herself to some nuts, she passed it to her mother who offered some to Jeff.
"Balls, nephew?"
Jeff just sat there in complete disbelief as his Aunt Therese poured some roast testicles onto his plate.
"Well, dig in!" said Patricia. The women all started piercing balls with their forks and hungrily shoving them into their mouths. Jeff was having sympathy pains for the goats who had lost their goathood for the sake of this gory meal, and even so, he was still hard as a rock.
"These are fantastic," said Aunt Therese.
"Tastes like chicken," said Melissa in a not-so-funny joke.
"Do you know how many goats got castrated for this meal?" asked Patricia of nobody in particular. "The total meal is six dozen balls, and that's not including the stuffed scrotums here." She lifted another lid off another dish to reveal a dozen goat scrotums filled with deviled testicles, each one tied off neatly with what his mother said was a spermatic cord. Everyone eagely took a few but Jeff, who thought he was going to puke.
"How did you mash the testicles for these?" asked Therese.
"I was going to use a blender but thought it would be more fun to use my feet! I kept thinking of all those goats watching me squish their precious gonads under my stinky feet!"
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was like he was in a dream and so didn't realize until too late that he nearly pushed his plate over the edge of the table. He managed to save the plate, but a couple of the testicles fell onto the floor and rolled up next to each other, as if they were seeking to hide together from the cruel women.
"Those nuts you just spilled onto the floor were very expensive and I expect you to eat them...off of the floor if necessary!" yelled Patricia to her son.
Jeff just stared dumbly down at the floor, imagining that it was his testicles on the ground.
"I've got something that will make them more palatable for Jeff," said Therese. She swung her feet down from the table and raised her right foot over the balls. "Watch closely, nephew!" And then she stomped down with the ball of her foot, splattering the testicles all over her sole. She then lifted her sole to within inches of Jeff's face and said, "Do you like your nuts crushed, Jeff? Lick!"
Jeff looked at the remains of the once proud testicles as they adhered to the bottom of his aunt's foot. He heard his mother tell him to get started and his cousin laughing. The part he couldn't believe, was that he actually did it. Here he was licking ball pulp from the sole of his aunt's freshly pedicured foot.
"That looks like fun!" shouted Melissa and she too dropped a few nuts on the floor and proceeded to dance on them with her feet. His mother, too, got into the act and did the Twist on a few balls. Before long, Jeff was on his knees licking nut paste off the feet of all the women. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to face his family again after tonight, the humiliation and embarassment would hit him harder in the light of dawn the next day. He was degrading himself like a dog and would be sorry tomorrow, he felt sure.
"What kind of wine does one drink with balls?" asked Aunt Therese.
"I didn't know if it was red or white so I got both!" said Patricia.
All three women then started in on the wine. Jeff was ordered to clean up the dishes and then join the women in the living room where they would finish his punishment. Jeff feared what would happen in the living room and so took his time washing the dishes. What more do they want to do to me? What more CAN they do to me? Oh shit, I am so fucked!
Jeff's plan to delay his punishment worked, but gave the women more time to drink more wine. They were definitely lit up from the alcohol, even his underage cousin, and too late Jeff realised his mistake. With their judgement impaired by alcohol, there was no telling how far they would carry this punishment thing! As he entered the living room he could hear their laughing voices and slurred speech. Man are they drunk!
"Did you shee his face when you showed him the nuts?" laughed auntie with a hiccougph.
"I couldn't believe you made him lick the nuts off your feet!" responded his mother.
"Fuckin balls tashte good, " slurred Melissa.
He stood there, watching his gorgeous family laugh about eating balls. His mother spotted him and put her drink on the coffee table. She swayed her hips seductively.
"Now for the final part of your punishment." Suddenly his mother ran towards him and kicked her bare leg out towards his crotch. She let out a loud 'Hyiah!' but stopped a couple inches short of his nutsack. Jeff lifted onto his toes and and squinched his eyes against the pain he thought would soon come. But when none came he opened his eyes to see his mother laughing at him. She then grabbed onto his shoulders as she had done earlier and faked several sexy knees to his groin. With each lift of her knee her son would raise up slightly and make little girl like squeals, most of which were hard to hear over the laughter of the women. Jeff kept backing up until his back was up against the wall and he had nowhere left to go. His mother then brought her knee up again, but this time with less force and gently tapped his nutsack. She held her knee there and jiggled it around slightly, moving his nuts around in his pants.
"I washn't going to actually make contact with your ballsh, but what the fuck, the wine is making me feel like humiliating you more!" She then backed up slightly and lifted her leg like a can-can dancer and nudged his balls with her red toenails, lifting them slightly. Still there was no pain for Jeff as he realized now that the purpose of this whole exercise was to degrade and embarass him, not actually to bust his balls. "So are you getting hard with your mother pretending to kick your balls, Jeff?" She took her foot and snaked it up the leg of his baggy shorts, probing for his erection. He could feel her toenails digging slightly into his balls, and then her foot began crawling further up his shorts as she alternately scrunched then flexed her foot. It was like a caterpillar crawling into his underwear. Her soft foot finally made full contact with his engorged member and she squeezed the head with her toes. Jeff moaned as if he really had just been kicked.
"Yep, fuckin still hard!" laughed Patricia.
"I can't believe you just stuck your foot into your own son's underwear!" said his Aunt Therese.
"I bet he got off on it, " added Melissa.
Indeed Jeff had gotten off on it. His mother quickly pulled her foot out of his shorts, but the sudden motion combined with her intoxicated state made her lose her balance. To keep herself from falling she placed the ball of her foot on Jeff's groin, unknowingly squishing his balls as she shifted from side to side. Jeff grabbed ahold of his mother's foot gently and stroked it lovingly as she unwittingly caused him a small amount of pain. Then she regained her balance and pulled her large foot out of her son's hand and stood back.
Next Jeff's cousin, Melissa, ran at him and faked several kicks to his ballbag, laughing all the while. And still the alcohol flowed. More and more wine was being consumed and the fake kicks were becoming sloppier and sloppier. The margin for error with each kick was smaller with each glass of wine. What had started out as leaving a few inches between the foot or knee and the boy's testicles was now reduced to scarcely a few centimeters. Then it happened, it was bound to happen. Jeff's Aunt Therese had put her high heel sandals back on and was eyeing up another fake kick to humiliate her nephew. She ran at him and misjudged the distance. As her foot flew up, Jeff could see too late that this one was for real. The toe of her sandal smashed into his balls, and actually lifted him off te ground slightly. When he came back down to earth, he crumpled like a rag doll at the feet of his aunt. All the women were stunned by what happened and the only sound breaking the silence was Jeff's whimpering in a high-pitched voice. Melissa started laughing first. What was it to her? It wasn't like it was her balls or anything. It was funny. Then her mother started laughing. After all, it wasn't her son. It was funny. Finally, Patricia herself started laughing. It really was funny. Patricia dropped to her son's side and placed her hand on his side, trying to comfort him through her laughter.
"Really Jeff, we never meant it to go this far...but the wine and everything." She laughed again. "You have to believe me when I say Aunt Therese was never supposed to actually kick you in the balls! We were just trying to teach you a lesson. It just...happened!" She was in tears now she was laughing so hard. Jeff just stayed on the floor, humiliated and felled by his aunt's swift kick to his nads.
"Yeah, Jeff, I'm real sorry!" laughed Therese. "I guess you got your wish!"
The women took up seats to wait for Jeff to recover from the blow, and to drink some more wine. Eventually Melissa and her mother fell asleep on the two side chairs, while Patricia fell asleep face down on the sofa, scrunched wrinkly bare soles facing up. When Jeff finally was able to stand on his own two feet again he noticed the sleeping women and admired their sexy forms. His cock sprung to life almost immediately when he imagined what he'd like to do with their bodies while they were sleeping. His breath caught in his throat when turned to see his mother lying face down, her ass cheeks exposed as they peeked out of the bottoms of the daisy duke shorts, and her bare soles calling to him like a beacon.
They're all passed out! I could get away with it and they'd never know. I'll never get another chance like this...not ever again! Jeff immediately dropped his shorts around his ankles and his cock swayed in the cool air. He grabbed hold of his dick and leaned over his mother's prone form. He shivered as the glans of his penis made soft contact with her slightly dirty sole. He rubbed his member up and down, reveling in the velvety feel of his mom's foot. He apparently tickled her a bit as she wiggled her toes a bit and flexed her sole slightly. It was almost as if she were giving him a footjob. As good as it felt, Jeff didn't have enough leverage and so made a bold decision to take hold of his mother's feet. He lifted them up off of the sofa and cupped her soles around his shaft. He continued to pump furiously and was so lost in ecstacy that he didn't notice his mother starting to come around from her groggy sleep. Just as he started to shoot his load, across his mother's soles and onto her ass cheeks, Patricia angrily flipped onto her back and kicked her son hard in the balls while he was still expelling his spunk. Jeff fell hard to the floor.
"Pervert!!! You fucking pervert!" she cried.
Jeff moaned in agony, cupping his nuts. Therese and Melissa awoke with all the screaming to see him lying on the ground with his mother standing there, cum on her leg.
"What happened?" asked Therese. The women hadn't been out for more than a half hour and the liquor was still seriously clouding their judgement.
"I fell ashleep, and when I woke up, the little pervert...my own shon...was masturbating using my feet! So I kicked him in the balls!"
"That's gross!" exclaimed Melissa.
"He came on his own mother?" asked Therese increduously.
"All over the bottoms of my feet and on my legs!" She kicked her son a few more times, trying for his crotch but only managing to hit his hands.
If only the women hadn't still been so liqoured up, things might have happened differently. But they were still piss drunk and so Jeff's fate was sealed with his mother's next words.
"I hope you enjoyed it, Jeff, because I'm going to see to it that you don't get these nasty urges about my feet ever again!" yelled Patricia. "I'm going to crush your balls just like I did with those goat nuts!"
"Can we help Aunt Pat?" asked Melissa with girlish enthusiasm.
"Yeah, we'll make a game out of it. We'll all take turns kicking his nuts and see who pops them! I go first. After all, I am his mother!" The three ball-busters put their high heeled sandals on and stood in front of Jeff. They propped him up against the wall and spread his legs. Then Patricia made her move. "I'm going to make it so you can never have kids!"
WHAM!
It was like the crack of thunder as her toe drove his balls into his body.
Aunt Therese walked up next. "I'll make you into a permanent soprano!"
WHAM!
Jeff moaned and cried, too weak to defend himself from the kicks. Melissa skipped up between her cousin's open legs. "Welcome to foot...balls!"
WHAM! POP!
Melissa was ecstatic! "I did it! I popped one! Fuck yeah!"
Jeff's eyes were glazed over and a long high pitched, yet very soft wail escaped his lips. Patricia knelt down and felt her son's scrotum. "Yep...you got one! I want the other one. Help me with him." The women dragged Jeff over to the coffee table, and while Melissa and Therese held him in place, Patricia jumped up on the table and placed Jeff's remaining nut in easy reach. She slipped off her shoes and placed her bare heel over Jeff's ball, then slapped him repeatedly in the face until he was semi aware of what was going on. He was horrified to see what his own mother was about to do to his last testicle.
"Please, Mom, no."
"You should have thought of that before you jerked off on my feet, you pervert! I'll bet you never thought my feet could do this!"
And with that she stomped down hard on his ball with her bare heel, the same heel that had just brought him to orgasm not fifteen minutes ago. Aunt Therese and Melissa looked on with smiling faces as Jeff's mom did the Twist for the second time that day on a ball.
"Twist and shout....." Therese and Melissa sang while Patsy did her dance, grinding away on her son's gonad. Finally she stood on one leg and felt Jeff's nut squish under her heel.
POP!
And Patricia actually orgasmed, orgasmed from popping her own son's nut. Knowing she was about to take away her son's manhood was too much for her and her juices exploded down her leg, mixing with her son's last cum. She dug her heel around a bit more, making sure nothing but mush was left in his sack. Satisfied, she stepped off the table and looked at her sister and neice.
"He has no more balls, " she stated matter-of-factly.
"That was intense, " said Therese.
"I actually popped his nut!" said Melissa, still delighting in her own small victory over manhood.
Suddenly Spot came bounding into the room and jumped up onto Patricia as he had done the week before. She looked down crossly at Jeff's dog, then looked over to Therese and Melissa, who were smiling at her. Patricia smiled back and looked back down at Spot, holding his paws tightly in her hands, and kicked him with all the force she could muster in his dog balls. Spot yelped and fell down next to Jeff, both of them now sterile.
Pat smiled to her sister and neice. "Anyone care to try fried dog nuts and deviled boy balls? I'll go get my scissors!" The women all licked their lips.
The End
By Caligula
Jeff was sitting in front of the television watching some boring show. Jeff's Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa had been invited over for dinner by his widowed mother, Patricia, and his thoughts kept straying to the scene he knew was playing out in the back yard. All three of the women were sunbathing themselves out in the back yard, in very skimpy bikinis. He felt guilty fantasizing about his near naked female relations yet still got a massive hard-on when trying to picture their tan, hard, squirming bodies. He finally got frustrated enough to go and sneak a peek at his unknowing family. He climbed the stairs to his mother's bedroom, the bedroom overlooking the backyard and cautiously looked out the window. He was relieved to see the three girls lying on their stomachs so that they couldn't see him staring. Jeff eagerly eyed up the sexy bodies, focusing on their round full asses, shapely legs and especially on the soft sexy soles of their feet. My goodness his foot-fetish was such a pain in the ass sometimes, especially since his mother, aunt and cousin had such beautiful feet. Jeff made a rash decision and hastily dropped his pants and underwear, gripping his rock hard shaft tightly. He started to pump as he first watched his mother's wiggling toes, then his aunt and cousin as they flexed their soles. Jeff glanced around the room and saw all of the women's clothes scattered about haphazardly, and his eyes focused on the shoes sitting in the corner. He picked up his cousin's slingback flats and looked down into the toe area where he could see the deep outline of her toes. He sniffed deeply and he could have sworn his cock grew another inch. He next picked up his aunt's high heels and did the same, this time also rubbing the soft leather up and down the underside of his prick. Finally he approached the holy grail of foot-fetish paraphanaelia...his mother's high-heeled sandals. His mother had owned these sandals for many years and the imprint of her foot was deeply and darkly embedded in the soft leather of the shoes. He could smell their sweet aroma while they were still several feet from his nose. These sandals had to be tied around his mother's feet with straps attached to the sides, and so when untied as they were, the area of the shoe where his mother's feet would sit was completely accessible to his nose...and tongue. He ran back to the window and went back to eyeing up his mother's feet, shoe and dick in hand. He started breathing more heavily and while his mother wrinkled her soles for him, he took a long lick of his mother's foot imprint in her shoe. Oh it tasted so good! He nearly orgasmed right there, knowing that he had just basically licked his mother's sole and now knew what it tasted like! He continued pumping as the three women flipped onto their backs and huge melon-like breasts popped into view, barely concealed behind the teeny-weeny bikini tops. Jeff's dog, Spot, took this sudden movement as a sign that the girls wanted to play. He ran up to the tanning women and jumped up, putting his paws all over his mother. She very irritably got up as the dog leaped up onto her once again. Spot was a rather large dog and Patricia easily held his paws in her hands. Jeff listened intently through the open window as his mother spoke to his aunt and cousin.
"Spot's about to get his first lesson in why he shouldn't jump up on people," said Pat with a smile. Aunt Therese and Melissa both looked up to see what Patricia was talking about. Jeff looked on in disbelief as his mother swung her leg back and then kicked Spot full force in his large dangling balls with the top of her bare foot. Jeff clutched his own balls in sympathy as Spot fell to the ground whimpering, well...like a dog. Jeff's continued to observe as first his aunt and cousin, followed shortly by his mother, started to laugh.
"Well I guess I don't have to get Spot fixed now!" announced Patricia proudly.
Melissa, who was laughing particularly hard said, "I can't believe you kicked him in the balls!"
"Well if Jeff doesn't keep his dog out of my way, I might just kick him in the balls!" laughed his mother.
At this comment by his mother, Jeff noticed that his cock involuntarily sprung to life once again. Could it be? Could it be that I'm turned on by my mother saying she would kick me in the balls? But that's sick! He looked down and saw his mother's shoe still clutched in his hand and knew he had to try it. He placed the toe of her shoe about a foot and a half away from his groin and tried to imagine his mother's foot laced up snugly with the straps, her wiggling toes peeking out over the edge of her sandal and pointed menacingly at his balls. His cock rose even higher and then realised what he must do.....he thrust the toe of the shoe directly into his nuts. Jeff doubled over with a squeal, dropping the shoe and falling to his knees, clutching his balls. In his mind he sounded mutch like Spot when his mother had kicked him. One thing he did notice, however, was that his dick was hard as a rock.
"Did you hear that?" asked Therese.
"It sounded like a yell or something," responded Patricia.
"I think you kicked Spot so hard in the balls that when he yelped there was an echo!" added Melissa with a wicked laugh.
After laughing with her neice, Pat looked quizically up at her open bedroom window. "Hmmm.....I wonder. I think we better go in and check on Jeff, and make sure he's not hurt. Be quiet though...I have a funny feeling about this."
The three women quietly got up and silently made there way into the house and up the stairs. What they saw shocked all three of them. There was Jeff, his eyes closed and laying on the floor clutching his balls with one hand and licking the inside of his mother's shoe. The licking was only interrupted by the occasional "oh my balls, you kicked my balls".
Jeff's fantasy was rudely ended by his mother's shout of rage. "Exactly what the fuck do you think you're doing in here! Why are you on my floor exposed, crying about your balls and licking the inside of my shoe! I suppose you were spying on us! This isn't the first time I noticed you watching me!"
Jeff immediately dropped the shoe and tried desperately to cover up his naked genitals. He stumbled red faced to his feet and stared down at the floor. As he went to pull his pants quickly up his mother stopped him.
"Oh no! You leave those pants down. After all, you got a look at us, maybe we want a look at you!"
"He looks kind of small down there, sis," laughed his Aunt Therese.
Melissa only looked on in shock, although she had a smile on her mean little face.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Jeff!"
Jeff continued staring at the floor.
Pat walked up to her son and slapped him hard across the face. "Let's start with the shoe, shall we? Why were you licking my shoe?!?"
"I have a foot fetish, " said Jeff quietly.
Melissa burst out laughing but was silenced by a stern look from her mother.
"I don't mind you having a foot fetish..." Jeff looked up at this, "but why MY shoes!"
"I...I...I..."
"Don't tell me you like MY feet! Answer me! Do you fantasize about my feet?"
"Yes, " answered Jeff meekly.
"And you fantasize about Aunt Therese's feet and Melissa's too?"
"Yes."
"We'll get back to feet later. Now what's this about getting kicked in the balls? Don't tell me you like that too!"
Jeff was never so embarassed in his life as he was at this moment. He knew he had no choice but to answer. "Yeah, I think I like to be kicked...you know...there."
"And I suppose you think about all of us kicking you, huh?"
"Yeah."
All three women started laughing now. The thought of a guy geting off on being kicked in the balls was hilarious to them. Jeff's mother tried to look stern again as she addressed her red-faced son. "Get out of my face this instant, and don't think I'm forgetting about what happened here tonight. We are definitely going to be discussing this!"
Jeff ran past the three girls as they laughed at his hasty departure.
Jeff's mother hardly spoke to him through the course of the next week, although he noticed that she took to walking around barefoot most of the time. All week long he was treated to sole shows as his mother washed dishes, or dangled her feet from the sofa as she slept or performed her yoga exercises, wiggling her toes. He was hard as a rock most of the time and yet his mother was always around, allowing him no chance to masturbate. He had the worst case of blue balls in his life. The funny thing was that she never did mention the episode from the week before and he was relieved to find she had forgotten the whole incident.
"Your Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa are coming for dinner tonight so I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?" She made certain it was an order, not a question. "We're having a 'special' meal tonight." She smiled as she turned away.
Jeff mumbled a yes as he sulked off, dreading the upcoming dinner event. How could he face his aunt and cousin after what they knew about him? It was going to be a very long supper.
When his relatives finally showed up, his jaw dropped as he saw them. In opening the front door, he kept his eyes and gaze downcast because he was too embarassed to look them directly in the face. He was struck dumb, however, by the sight of their barefeet in high heeled sandals. He started to look up their long bare legs to the daisy duke type shorts they wore, and continued staring up their rock hard stomachs to their oversized breasts leaking out of the undersized bikini tops they wore. When he did finally meet their eyes, they were smiling at him, aware of how they were affecting him.
"Come in ladies!" shouted Patricia as she walked down the stairs. Jeff turned and was shocked again to see his mother dressed the same as the others, minus the shoes. She almost skipped, barefoot down the stairs. "Dinner is almost ready, but before that...are you all ready for your pedicures? I know I sure am!"
Jeff's heart beat furiously in his chest. It seemed they were purposely toying with the fact he had a foot fetish.
"Me first!" shouted his cousin as she leapt onto the sofa. His mother and aunt both sat in side chairs.
"Well, what are you waiting for?!? Get over there and give your cousin a pedicure!" yelled his aunt. Jeff looked quizically over to his mother and she nodded yes, while holding out various little nail files, oils and nail polish. Jeff sat at the end of the couch where his cousin Melissa dangled her pretty feet. Melissa roughly dropped her shoe-clad feet into his lap, narrowly missing his balls.
"Hahahaha! Did I kick your nuts?"
"No...you missed them, " Jeff whispered, quite humiliated by the whole situation. As he removed his cousin's sandals he started to get yet another erection. Melissa could feel his growing member through his shorts with her foot still in his lap.
"Eeewwww! He's getting all hard playing with my feet!"
The women all laughed and Jeff pushed Melissa'a feet out of his lap and onto the floor. He attempted to rise and salvage what little dignity he could but was stopped short by his mother. She grabbed his shoulders and brought her tan sexy knee up to within an inch of his groin. There was no mirth in her voice as she threatened her son. "You're being punished tonight for violating us last week. Now you get back down at your cousin's feet, where you belong, or as God is my witness that I gave birth to you, I'll crush your balls with my knee and you'll never be able to have kids...or another hard-on again!"
Jeff looked down from his mother's anger filled face, stopped briefly to admire her enormous breasts and finally settled his gaze on her lethal knee prepared to render him sterile. He looked to his favorite auntie for support, but she just sat in her chair, wiggling her foot from side to side with a smug smile on her face. He swallowed hard and looked back down to his mother's knee. "Alright, please don't use your knee on me." The smile returned to his mother's face and she slowly lowered her leg, returning to her seat. Jeff turned around and sat down, lifting up his cousin's feet once again. He spoke not another word but proceeded to start with the file and rub it on any slightly calloused spots on her lovely feet, and then used it on her toenails. The ladies, meanwhile, talked about their day. Jeff had never been so humiliated in his life as he applied the scented oils to his cousins feet, at first sloppily.
"You're not getting it right! Slow down and make sure you get it between my toes! Aunt Pat...he's not doing it right!" whined Melissa.
Jeff looked over to his mother and was about to complain when he saw her mean stare and her finger directing his eyes to her knee, which she jerked up sharply from her seat in warning. Jeff immediately shut up and made sure to be more careful in the application of the oil. He rubbed it delicately into her soft soles and toes, and then stuck his index finger, dripping with oil in between his cousins tiny toes, one by one. As the oil was drying on her sexy soles, he reached for the nail polish and prepared to paint her dainty toenails.
"Oh we forgot to tell you, " stated Melissa, "if you mess up the paint job, you're mom said I could kick you in the balls till they pop!" She laughed as he blushed, as all the women laughed.
"Yeah, and Melissa is very ticklish, so you better be careful. You'll be a eunuch!" chimed in his aunt.
Jeff nervously held one foot, while Melissa positioned the other foot so she could ram it into his balls should the need arise. Jeff noticed this and took a deep breath.
"Not scared, are you son?" asked his mom.
Jeff managed to somehow make it through without fucking up the paint job, much to his cousin's disappointment. She then wiggled her soles seductively in his face and commanded him to blow dry her nails with his breath. He breathed on her feet as his erection grew to painful proportions. How could he be so arroused and yet be so embarassed at the same time? He felt he had no dignity left at all. He managed to make it through his aunt and mother getting pedicures without screwing up and they all made there way into the dining room for dinner, Jeff bringing up the rear as his mother told him that was a man's place in life.
Melissa and her mother sat across from each other, while Jeff was positioned uncomfortably across from his mother. Jeff could hardly believe it when all three women propped their frshly pedicured feet on the table, soles facing him. He thought that maybe his punishment was that they were hoping his balls would just explode from being filled with too much cum! Oh his erection hurt! They knew exactly what they were doing to him. If he had been in shock up to this point...he was about to be horrified. His mother lifted the lid of the pot containing dinner with her nimble toes and exclaimed, "We're having goat nuts!"
Jeff felt sick at the site of dozens of testicles resting inside the ceramic pot but noticed that the three girls were licking their lips in anticipation. His mother ladeled out a couple dozen balls onto her plate and passed the pot around the table. After Melissa helped herself to some nuts, she passed it to her mother who offered some to Jeff.
"Balls, nephew?"
Jeff just sat there in complete disbelief as his Aunt Therese poured some roast testicles onto his plate.
"Well, dig in!" said Patricia. The women all started piercing balls with their forks and hungrily shoving them into their mouths. Jeff was having sympathy pains for the goats who had lost their goathood for the sake of this gory meal, and even so, he was still hard as a rock.
"These are fantastic," said Aunt Therese.
"Tastes like chicken," said Melissa in a not-so-funny joke.
"Do you know how many goats got castrated for this meal?" asked Patricia of nobody in particular. "The total meal is six dozen balls, and that's not including the stuffed scrotums here." She lifted another lid off another dish to reveal a dozen goat scrotums filled with deviled testicles, each one tied off neatly with what his mother said was a spermatic cord. Everyone eagely took a few but Jeff, who thought he was going to puke.
"How did you mash the testicles for these?" asked Therese.
"I was going to use a blender but thought it would be more fun to use my feet! I kept thinking of all those goats watching me squish their precious gonads under my stinky feet!"
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was like he was in a dream and so didn't realize until too late that he nearly pushed his plate over the edge of the table. He managed to save the plate, but a couple of the testicles fell onto the floor and rolled up next to each other, as if they were seeking to hide together from the cruel women.
"Those nuts you just spilled onto the floor were very expensive and I expect you to eat them...off of the floor if necessary!" yelled Patricia to her son.
Jeff just stared dumbly down at the floor, imagining that it was his testicles on the ground.
"I've got something that will make them more palatable for Jeff," said Therese. She swung her feet down from the table and raised her right foot over the balls. "Watch closely, nephew!" And then she stomped down with the ball of her foot, splattering the testicles all over her sole. She then lifted her sole to within inches of Jeff's face and said, "Do you like your nuts crushed, Jeff? Lick!"
Jeff looked at the remains of the once proud testicles as they adhered to the bottom of his aunt's foot. He heard his mother tell him to get started and his cousin laughing. The part he couldn't believe, was that he actually did it. Here he was licking ball pulp from the sole of his aunt's freshly pedicured foot.
"That looks like fun!" shouted Melissa and she too dropped a few nuts on the floor and proceeded to dance on them with her feet. His mother, too, got into the act and did the Twist on a few balls. Before long, Jeff was on his knees licking nut paste off the feet of all the women. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to face his family again after tonight, the humiliation and embarassment would hit him harder in the light of dawn the next day. He was degrading himself like a dog and would be sorry tomorrow, he felt sure.
"What kind of wine does one drink with balls?" asked Aunt Therese.
"I didn't know if it was red or white so I got both!" said Patricia.
All three women then started in on the wine. Jeff was ordered to clean up the dishes and then join the women in the living room where they would finish his punishment. Jeff feared what would happen in the living room and so took his time washing the dishes. What more do they want to do to me? What more CAN they do to me? Oh shit, I am so fucked!
Jeff's plan to delay his punishment worked, but gave the women more time to drink more wine. They were definitely lit up from the alcohol, even his underage cousin, and too late Jeff realised his mistake. With their judgement impaired by alcohol, there was no telling how far they would carry this punishment thing! As he entered the living room he could hear their laughing voices and slurred speech. Man are they drunk!
"Did you shee his face when you showed him the nuts?" laughed auntie with a hiccougph.
"I couldn't believe you made him lick the nuts off your feet!" responded his mother.
"Fuckin balls tashte good, " slurred Melissa.
He stood there, watching his gorgeous family laugh about eating balls. His mother spotted him and put her drink on the coffee table. She swayed her hips seductively.
"Now for the final part of your punishment." Suddenly his mother ran towards him and kicked her bare leg out towards his crotch. She let out a loud 'Hyiah!' but stopped a couple inches short of his nutsack. Jeff lifted onto his toes and and squinched his eyes against the pain he thought would soon come. But when none came he opened his eyes to see his mother laughing at him. She then grabbed onto his shoulders as she had done earlier and faked several sexy knees to his groin. With each lift of her knee her son would raise up slightly and make little girl like squeals, most of which were hard to hear over the laughter of the women. Jeff kept backing up until his back was up against the wall and he had nowhere left to go. His mother then brought her knee up again, but this time with less force and gently tapped his nutsack. She held her knee there and jiggled it around slightly, moving his nuts around in his pants.
"I washn't going to actually make contact with your ballsh, but what the fuck, the wine is making me feel like humiliating you more!" She then backed up slightly and lifted her leg like a can-can dancer and nudged his balls with her red toenails, lifting them slightly. Still there was no pain for Jeff as he realized now that the purpose of this whole exercise was to degrade and embarass him, not actually to bust his balls. "So are you getting hard with your mother pretending to kick your balls, Jeff?" She took her foot and snaked it up the leg of his baggy shorts, probing for his erection. He could feel her toenails digging slightly into his balls, and then her foot began crawling further up his shorts as she alternately scrunched then flexed her foot. It was like a caterpillar crawling into his underwear. Her soft foot finally made full contact with his engorged member and she squeezed the head with her toes. Jeff moaned as if he really had just been kicked.
"Yep, fuckin still hard!" laughed Patricia.
"I can't believe you just stuck your foot into your own son's underwear!" said his Aunt Therese.
"I bet he got off on it, " added Melissa.
Indeed Jeff had gotten off on it. His mother quickly pulled her foot out of his shorts, but the sudden motion combined with her intoxicated state made her lose her balance. To keep herself from falling she placed the ball of her foot on Jeff's groin, unknowingly squishing his balls as she shifted from side to side. Jeff grabbed ahold of his mother's foot gently and stroked it lovingly as she unwittingly caused him a small amount of pain. Then she regained her balance and pulled her large foot out of her son's hand and stood back.
Next Jeff's cousin, Melissa, ran at him and faked several kicks to his ballbag, laughing all the while. And still the alcohol flowed. More and more wine was being consumed and the fake kicks were becoming sloppier and sloppier. The margin for error with each kick was smaller with each glass of wine. What had started out as leaving a few inches between the foot or knee and the boy's testicles was now reduced to scarcely a few centimeters. Then it happened, it was bound to happen. Jeff's Aunt Therese had put her high heel sandals back on and was eyeing up another fake kick to humiliate her nephew. She ran at him and misjudged the distance. As her foot flew up, Jeff could see too late that this one was for real. The toe of her sandal smashed into his balls, and actually lifted him off te ground slightly. When he came back down to earth, he crumpled like a rag doll at the feet of his aunt. All the women were stunned by what happened and the only sound breaking the silence was Jeff's whimpering in a high-pitched voice. Melissa started laughing first. What was it to her? It wasn't like it was her balls or anything. It was funny. Then her mother started laughing. After all, it wasn't her son. It was funny. Finally, Patricia herself started laughing. It really was funny. Patricia dropped to her son's side and placed her hand on his side, trying to comfort him through her laughter.
"Really Jeff, we never meant it to go this far...but the wine and everything." She laughed again. "You have to believe me when I say Aunt Therese was never supposed to actually kick you in the balls! We were just trying to teach you a lesson. It just...happened!" She was in tears now she was laughing so hard. Jeff just stayed on the floor, humiliated and felled by his aunt's swift kick to his nads.
"Yeah, Jeff, I'm real sorry!" laughed Therese. "I guess you got your wish!"
The women took up seats to wait for Jeff to recover from the blow, and to drink some more wine. Eventually Melissa and her mother fell asleep on the two side chairs, while Patricia fell asleep face down on the sofa, scrunched wrinkly bare soles facing up. When Jeff finally was able to stand on his own two feet again he noticed the sleeping women and admired their sexy forms. His cock sprung to life almost immediately when he imagined what he'd like to do with their bodies while they were sleeping. His breath caught in his throat when turned to see his mother lying face down, her ass cheeks exposed as they peeked out of the bottoms of the daisy duke shorts, and her bare soles calling to him like a beacon.
They're all passed out! I could get away with it and they'd never know. I'll never get another chance like this...not ever again! Jeff immediately dropped his shorts around his ankles and his cock swayed in the cool air. He grabbed hold of his dick and leaned over his mother's prone form. He shivered as the glans of his penis made soft contact with her slightly dirty sole. He rubbed his member up and down, reveling in the velvety feel of his mom's foot. He apparently tickled her a bit as she wiggled her toes a bit and flexed her sole slightly. It was almost as if she were giving him a footjob. As good as it felt, Jeff didn't have enough leverage and so made a bold decision to take hold of his mother's feet. He lifted them up off of the sofa and cupped her soles around his shaft. He continued to pump furiously and was so lost in ecstacy that he didn't notice his mother starting to come around from her groggy sleep. Just as he started to shoot his load, across his mother's soles and onto her ass cheeks, Patricia angrily flipped onto her back and kicked her son hard in the balls while he was still expelling his spunk. Jeff fell hard to the floor.
"Pervert!!! You fucking pervert!" she cried.
Jeff moaned in agony, cupping his nuts. Therese and Melissa awoke with all the screaming to see him lying on the ground with his mother standing there, cum on her leg.
"What happened?" asked Therese. The women hadn't been out for more than a half hour and the liquor was still seriously clouding their judgement.
"I fell ashleep, and when I woke up, the little pervert...my own shon...was masturbating using my feet! So I kicked him in the balls!"
"That's gross!" exclaimed Melissa.
"He came on his own mother?" asked Therese increduously.
"All over the bottoms of my feet and on my legs!" She kicked her son a few more times, trying for his crotch but only managing to hit his hands.
If only the women hadn't still been so liqoured up, things might have happened differently. But they were still piss drunk and so Jeff's fate was sealed with his mother's next words.
"I hope you enjoyed it, Jeff, because I'm going to see to it that you don't get these nasty urges about my feet ever again!" yelled Patricia. "I'm going to crush your balls just like I did with those goat nuts!"
"Can we help Aunt Pat?" asked Melissa with girlish enthusiasm.
"Yeah, we'll make a game out of it. We'll all take turns kicking his nuts and see who pops them! I go first. After all, I am his mother!" The three ball-busters put their high heeled sandals on and stood in front of Jeff. They propped him up against the wall and spread his legs. Then Patricia made her move. "I'm going to make it so you can never have kids!"
WHAM!
It was like the crack of thunder as her toe drove his balls into his body.
Aunt Therese walked up next. "I'll make you into a permanent soprano!"
WHAM!
Jeff moaned and cried, too weak to defend himself from the kicks. Melissa skipped up between her cousin's open legs. "Welcome to foot...balls!"
WHAM! POP!
Melissa was ecstatic! "I did it! I popped one! Fuck yeah!"
Jeff's eyes were glazed over and a long high pitched, yet very soft wail escaped his lips. Patricia knelt down and felt her son's scrotum. "Yep...you got one! I want the other one. Help me with him." The women dragged Jeff over to the coffee table, and while Melissa and Therese held him in place, Patricia jumped up on the table and placed Jeff's remaining nut in easy reach. She slipped off her shoes and placed her bare heel over Jeff's ball, then slapped him repeatedly in the face until he was semi aware of what was going on. He was horrified to see what his own mother was about to do to his last testicle.
"Please, Mom, no."
"You should have thought of that before you jerked off on my feet, you pervert! I'll bet you never thought my feet could do this!"
And with that she stomped down hard on his ball with her bare heel, the same heel that had just brought him to orgasm not fifteen minutes ago. Aunt Therese and Melissa looked on with smiling faces as Jeff's mom did the Twist for the second time that day on a ball.
"Twist and shout....." Therese and Melissa sang while Patsy did her dance, grinding away on her son's gonad. Finally she stood on one leg and felt Jeff's nut squish under her heel.
POP!
And Patricia actually orgasmed, orgasmed from popping her own son's nut. Knowing she was about to take away her son's manhood was too much for her and her juices exploded down her leg, mixing with her son's last cum. She dug her heel around a bit more, making sure nothing but mush was left in his sack. Satisfied, she stepped off the table and looked at her sister and neice.
"He has no more balls, " she stated matter-of-factly.
"That was intense, " said Therese.
"I actually popped his nut!" said Melissa, still delighting in her own small victory over manhood.
Suddenly Spot came bounding into the room and jumped up onto Patricia as he had done the week before. She looked down crossly at Jeff's dog, then looked over to Therese and Melissa, who were smiling at her. Patricia smiled back and looked back down at Spot, holding his paws tightly in her hands, and kicked him with all the force she could muster in his dog balls. Spot yelped and fell down next to Jeff, both of them now sterile.
Pat smiled to her sister and neice. "Anyone care to try fried dog nuts and deviled boy balls? I'll go get my scissors!" The women all licked their lips.
The End
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Interviewing Sister (sequel to Interviewing Mom)
Interviewing Sister
By Caligula
Jeff sat there, looking up at his beautiful mother and older sister as their feet rested precariously on his ballsack. While his mother's sweet bare foot just rested easily on his crotch, his sister's high heel clad foot was definitely exerting pressure on his nut. Jenny's smile was just as innocent looking as his mother's, however, as they both toyed with the idea of busting his balls permanently. Then both set of feet were suddenly gone from between his legs.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom. Be back in a few," said Patricia. As Jeff's mother was about to turn and leave the room, she faked a kick at his nuts with her toes. Jeff flushed in embarassment and drew in his breath sharply in surprise. Pat walked out, laughing.
Jenny was smiling also and stood before her brother with her hands on her hips and legs spread. "So Mom kicked you in the balls, huh? I bet that hurt like a motherfucker!"
Jeff and Jenny laughed together. "Yeah, she's a ballbuster alright!"
"So what's this about an interview, dumbass?" His sister said playfully.
Jeff's mind raced feverishly. Here was a chance to get kicked by his sister as well! Oh what a day!!! He quickly glanced at his sister's body in her tight mini-skirt and black heels. She was barefoot in those heels. "Well, it's a project for school on self-defense. See the camera there?" He indicated the video camera which was still rolling with a nod of his head. "I'm supposed to videotape a study on an aspect of self defense, and I picked attacks to the groin. Interested in helping your little brother pass gym class?"
Jenny tilted her head to the side, pondering whether or not helping her brother was worth it or not. "What do I get out of it?"
"You mean kicking your pain in the ass brother in the nuts isn't reward enough?"
Jenny laughed out loud. "You mean you REALLY will let me kick you in the balls if I do this?"
"Yeah...I mean it's purely for demonstration purposes but it will be great for the tape. And like Mom said, it will allow me to see if a kick in the balls from another woman hurts as much as her kicks. Ater all, the kick Mom gave me was the first time I've ever been kicked in the nuts."
Patricia walked back into the room and overheard what Jeff was saying. "Yeah, can you believe your little brother had never been hit in the balls before? But I fixed that!" Patricia waved her foot in her son's face and then playfully smashed her sole into his nose and scrunched it around. Jeff was hard again as this was another dream come true. He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma of his mother's foot and closed his eyes. He made a bold move and made biting motions with his teeth as if to take a chunk out of his mother's foot in retribution. It had the desired effect.
"Oh yeah...you wannna bite my foot. Let's see how you like THIS!" Then his mother forced her smooth foot deep into his mouth, wiggling her toes around inside. "That'll teach you to try and bite my toes. Taste good? Hahahahaha!!!"
Even though she meant to be sarcastic, his mother's feet DID taste good to him! They were like candy! He hated to have to to it, but he had to pretend that the foot was absolutely putrid and pull his face away. "Yech!!!!" His sister was laughing hysterically.
"First kicked in the balls, and now gagged with a stinky foot!"
Jeff made another bold move. "I'd shut up sis, or I really WILL bite YOUR toes!"
Jenny kicked her shoe off her foot and almost kicked him in the head shoving her foot into his waiting, eager mouth. "If you thought Mom's foot tasted like crap, my foot REALLY tastes like shit! It's been couped up in that shoe all day!" Jenny's foot definitely had more flavor than his mom's. More salty, yet still delicious. Again he pulled away in mock disgust.
"Okay okay! You both win! I would have to be the one guy in the world who's mom and sis are ball-busting bitches!"
Jenny slipped her shoe back on and both women took turns faking kicks to Jeff's nads. All three broke down in fits of laughter. "What the fuck, I'll do it!"
Jenny jumped onto her mother's bed and Patricia sat down next to her. Jenny's leg dangled over the side of the bed as she swung her foot to and fro. "Don't get to close to my foot, Jeff, or you might get kicked in the coolies sooner than you thought!"
Jeff blushed deeply as his mother and sister smiled wickedly, obviously enjoying his embarassment. Jeff slowly rose to his feet and made a big deal of holding his hands between his legs and taking tiny baby steps towards the bed. He let out alot of "ooohhhhs" and "aahhhs" and even a couple "oh my sore balls", much to the delight of the assembled females. He sat down and looked into his sister's sparkling eyes.
"Well, how did YOU learn about kicking balls?"
"Mom taught me, of course!"
Patricia fluttered her eyelashes and smiled innocently.
"She told me one day when I was about 12 that the best way to hurt a guy was to kick him where it counts. She said it would work on ANY guy...although she mentioned that you were specifically off limits. That all changes today though!" Jenny looked down hungrily at the bulge in her brother's pants. Her foot seemed to swing a little faster in anticipation of getting a go at some big nuts. "She gave me grapes to practice with...at first. She said if I could pop the grapes, that I could pop a guy's nuts since the balls were more fragile than the grapes. I started by standing on the grapes in shoes and barefoot, always pretending some guy's balls were trapped under my feet. Sometimes I even wished they were YOUR balls!"
Jeff blushed again and shifted uncomfortably, trying a bit unsuccessfully to hide his growing member. He wondered what it would be like to have his precious eggs trapped under his sister's feet.
"While it was a real gas to stomp down and crush the bal......uh...grapes with my feet, I started to get real curious how LITTLE pressure it might take to 'POP' a nut," said Jenny.
"Wait," said Pat. "Let's show him what we're talking about." Jeff's mom jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of seedless grapes and sat next to her daughter, who by this time had kicked off her shoes. "Watch this...I bet you're gonna have nightmares tonight, Jeff!"
Mother and daughter each 'plucked' a grape from the bunch and inserted it between their sharp front teeth. Simultaneously both women slowly sarted to apply pressure with their teeth. The pseudo-balls started to compress and flatten out and then 'SQUICK'!!! The grapes exploded. Jeff let out a heavy wistful sigh at the sight of the two closest women in his life pretending to explode a pair of balls! Next the women held a grape between thumb and forefinger and started to gently rub the grape. "What the rubbing does is sort of tenderize the nut. As we rub, we apply just a bit more pressure every few seconds. Just the eensiest, teensiest bit of pressure. Then we keep rubbing and the nut meat slowly starts to gelatinize as far as we can tell." Jeff couldn't even see that there was pressure being put on the grapes. Just the constant rubbing. But lo and behold, with a loud 'SQUICK', the grapes both gave up their soft insides. Jenny continued, "This last one was the hardest to perfect, but will show you how little pressure it might take under the right circumstances, and with the right woman, to 'pop' a gonad!" Pat and Jenny now spread their toes and placed a grape in between their big toe and the one next to it. The girls lifted their feet off the bed and placed the soles in Jeff's face, making sure he could see what was about to happen. Jeff was hypnotized by the awesome spectacle before him. All he could do was imagine his own balls inserted in between those suckable toes, awaiting the ultimate punishment. He watched, envious of the grapes, as the gaps between the toes of his mother and sister slowly, and with great effort, started to close. He almost felt sorry for the grapes, as he could see them fight the inevitable. He thought it was rather ironic that they were seedless grapes. Then the grapes exploded and he had to fight the urge to lick the fresh grapejuice from the soles of his family members. When Pat and Jenny lowered their feet all they could see was Jeff's mouth hanging open and his blank stare, almost as if his mind was replaying over and over the cruelty he had just witnessed.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" Taunted Jenny, "Feeling sympathy pains?" Patricia and Jenny both chortled out some laughter. Jeff smiled as well.
"I guess I never realized how easy it would have been for either one of you to castrate me! Shit! I'm lucky I'm not a eunuch!" exclaimed Jeff.
"It's a wonder ALL men aren't eunuchs, with those funny things dangling between your legs," smirked Patricia.
"Well, there ARE more than a few eunuchs walking...or should I say LIMPING around out there thanks to me and Mom."
"Tell me about the first time you actually hit a guy down there."
"Well I was in gym class. We all wore those silly little uniforms with the tight shorts and sneakers with bobby socks. We were all doing situps, and my partner was a guy. I was on my back doing the exercises, while Jim, I think his name was, was holding my feet in position. So there I am, with my cute feet between his legs, right under his nutsack! He wasn't really even paying attention to me and so wasn't holding my legs very tightly. I of course took FULL advantage of the situation! I yelled out...'YOU PERVERT, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!' and lifted my sneaker into his ballbag. It was so funny! All the girls were laughing while the guys just kind of stayed silent. The female gym teacher pulled the boy out of the class and he got detention for supposedly groping me. He never even touched me! Hahahahaha! Those were always the most fun...kicking the guys for no reason other than it was fun to do."
"I'd have to agree there," said Patsy, "the look on a guy's face after realizing he's just been ruined for no reason other than my wanting a good laugh is the best!"
Jeff grunted in shame and embarassment, while the women laughed and wiggled their toes in his direction. "Well I know Mom has actually 'ruined', as she put it, many guys. How about you, sis? Have you ever destroyed a guy's chances of ever having kids?"
Jenny covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed and flexed her soles. "Have I ever!"
"Do you have a favorite?"
"Hmmm.....let me think." Jenny kept flexing her soles and wiggling her toes as her eyes were upturned in thought. Patricia waited eagerly for her daughter to come up with her favorite tale and to pass the time took a cheap shot with her bare heel at her son's nuts. Another centimeter closer and she actually would have made contact.
"Whoa are you lucky my leg was just a bit too short for me to reach!" Jeff had clenched his ass cheeks together in surprise and thought for sure his mother had busted him for the second time in two days. He let out a deep breath.
"Damn you're good, Mom. I'll definitely have to be more careful around here from now on!" Laughed Jeff. Pat and Jenny also laughed at his red face.
"I've got it!" Yelled Jenny.
Jeff jumped in surprise at his sister's cry and ended up bumping his groin into his mother's still outstretched foot. He overreacted to see what they would do. He bugged his eyes out and made an 'O' with his mouth. He let out an "Oooommpph!" and grabbed hold of his mother's foot, moving his thumbs up and down her sole as if being nice to her foot would prevent his further injury. His mother and sister both giggled like young school girls and his mother was obviously enjoying the attention her foot was receiving, even if it was due to her pretty ped injuring her son's most sacred and fragile orbs. "Mmmmmmmm.......that footrub feels good. I'll have to kick you in the balls more often!" laughed Patsy. Jeff giggled through his overexaggerated moans.
"As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted by your whimpering, Jeff! My favorite nut popping happened about three months ago. At the hospital where I work we had a mugging victim brought in and guess who it was, my cheating ex-boyfriend Bob. He really fucked me over when he cheated on me with my best friend, so I figured it was time for me to get even. He'll never cheat again! Well the doctors gave him a sedative to knock him out cause he was in alot of pain. What they didn't know was that I upped the dosage to make sure he was out of commission. So while the doctor was checking out his ears, eyes and throat, I slipped my hand up under the blanket. Bob was put into one of those hospital gowns so I had very easy access to his privates. I had to be quick so the doc wouldn't notice, but I also couldn't do anything to draw attention to my actions. So I took his right nut and used my rubbing technique. It took only a few seconds for the nut to pop. I heard it but the doctor was distracted enough that the sound didn't bother him. I slowly moved my hand to Bob's other love nugget and did the same. It popped a little louder and Bob made moaning noises even unconscious. It was great!"
"I remember you telling me about that! Poor Bob. Ha! He got what he deserved though," said Patricia.
"You mean you just casually popped both his balls? He can't have children? You actually CRUSHED them?" questioned Jeff. His voice was rising a bit, not out of outrage but excitement.
"You bet! Pop! Pop!" He still doesn't know I'm the one that castrated him. He's talking a bit higher pitched now I'm told." They all laughed together.
Jeff couldn't wait any longer. He was hard as a rock and that was almost as painful to him as the kick in the nuts his mother had given him just a short while earlier. "Well, let's get down to brass tacks, I guess. Will you please kick me in the balls now, sis?"
"Please, he says!" Mom and sis laughed heartily at his politeness. "You bet."
"Could you do it with your heels on? I want to see what that feels like."
"Ooohhhh....." teased Patricia, "he's getting REAL brave now. He was afraid to take a kick from me with MY shoes on."
"Well, Jeff, you're going to get your wish. Get down on your knees and spread your legs."
Jeff did as his sister commanded, all the while shivering in anticipation. He swallowed hard as his sister slipped her black patent leather heels onto her bare feet. She took up a position in front of him as Patricia picked up the video camera and came around the front to film the scene for posterity. Jenny tapped her brother's testicles with the toe of her shoe, making sure they were positioned correctly. She grinned the whole time. She took a couple steps back from her brother and then ran forward, kicking her closed pointy toe directly into the huge bulge that were his enormous egg-sized testicles.
"Direct hit!" yelled Patricia as her son started to fall over onto his side ,wailing like a banshee. Jenny was posing and flexing like a bodybuilder. She placed her foot on her brother's quivering side as he lay there crying and raised her arms in triumph. Patricia took up the stance as well and Jeff was once again beneath these two beautiful women's beautiful feet.
"Does it hurt bad, little brother?"
"Is everything intact, Jeff?" snickered his mother.
"Uh-huh," he managed to squeak out. The women took seats on the edge of the bed and continued to make funny jokes about Jeff's plight as he lay there for a very long time, trying to recover.
"Maybe you could get a permanent job singing in a girl's choir, Jeff."
"I hear they're always looking for good sopranos."
"Can't you hear what we're saying to you?"
"Maybe you kicked his nuts up into his ears!"
"I think we should try out for football, Mom."
"We've got the feet, but whose gonna supply the balls?"
This went on for a quarter of an hour with the ladies taunting Jeff in his embarassed and painful state until he managed to get to his feet and sit on the bed with his mother and sister. His mind kept wandering back to the grapes between the toes of his lovely relatives feet and figured this was his last chance to get them to hurt him. He definitely didn't want his balls to pop like the grapes did, but just to feel the squeezing power of their toes. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and as he started to speak noticed that his voice was noticeably higher pitched, much to the delight of Patsy and Jenny.
"Ummm.....is there one other thing we could try? Something I'm REALLY curious about."
"What's that, hon?" asked his mom.
"Well.....I feel a little funny asking this, but I keep wondering what it must feel like if you did to my balls what you did to those grapes with your toes. NOT TO THE POINT WHERE YOU ACTUALLY POP THEM, you understand," he hastily added. "But just squeezing my testicles with your toes."
"I'm up for it if you are, Mom."
His mother took a little more time to think about it. "Well, I guess, so. And don't worry, we'll stop long before it would get to the point where your nuts would actually pop."
"Yeah, don't worry. We've had alot of practice and know how much pressure is safe, and how much pressure means 'bye bye balls'."
Jeff slowly removed his pants and then his underwear. He could tell by the looks on his mother's and sister's faces that they were indeed surprised by the enormous size of his testicles.
"Oh shit! They're as big as fucking eggs!" cried his sister.
"Damn, Jeff, what are those basketballs in your sack?" squealed his mother in delight.
Jeff blushed, yet was still proud. He swung around to face their feet and allowed each of them to pick a ball. Jenny was rougher and both women took their time in handling the king-sized jewels. Patricia and Jenny put their feet VERY close together and spread their toes. Pat gently wedged her son's ball into her toe cleavage, while Jenny just jammed the nut harshly into place, causing Jeff to wince.
"Here we go, " said Patricia. "The mother/daughter/son/brother nutcracker!"
Slowly, both women started to squish their toes together. It was slightly uncomfortable yet still very pleasant. Jeff reached out to touch the feet holding his nuts in their death grip. The pressure built up slowly causing Jeff more and more pain. He looked at the faces of his mom and sister and they were definitely enjoying what they were doing to his nutmeat. He then noticed that he was starting to get hard, something he hadn't expected. His mother noticed it as well and gave the nut trapped between HER a vicious squeeze, causing Jeff's member to wilt and Jeff to cry out in pain. He was still loving every minute of it though. Then Jeff made a fatal error.
"I think he's had enough, let's let him go."
"Alright, Mom."
Right before they were going to set his trapped nuts free, Jeff took one last opportunity to feel their soft soles. He gently, with a featherlike touch, ran his fingers up and down their soles, unintentionally tickling them. Patsy and Jenny squealed at Jeff's tickling, and unfortunately for Jeff, accidentally clamped their toes down on his nuts in an attempt to escape the tickling.
POP!
POP!
Jeff's balls exploded between their toes, and Jeff's whole world exploded in agony seconds later. He had just two seconds before the pain hit to stare into his family member's eyes in disbelief. They stared back, equally in shock, although Jenny seemed to have a slight smile forming on her face. Jeff made only hoarse gasping noises and then let out a continuous soft almost dog whistle like noise. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he fell off the bed onto the floor, his ruined nuts pulling free of the gorgeous feet that just ended his sex life. Pat and Jenny rose to stand either side of him.
"Damn, what do we do?" asked Patricia worriedly. "We just popped his balls!" Even though she felt badly, just saying what she just said caused her to snicker slightly. Jenny giggled too.
"Well it's been my experience at the hospital that if we get him there IMMEDIATELY, and I mean IMMEDIATELY, there's a VERY good chance they'll be able to repair the damage. But if we delay at all, most likely he's lost his balls for good!"
"Well let's hurry up then!"
The women were about to get the car keys and rush Jeff to the hospital when they caught sight of themselves in the mirror. "I can't leave the house looking like this!" exclaimed Patsy. "I'm a mess. I've gotta put some make up on."
"But Mom, what about Jeff's balls?" Jeff squeaked a bit louder in agreement with his sister.
"Well.....we should have plenty of time, don't you think?"
"I don't know. If we don't leave in about 5 minutes they'll definitely have to cut the balls off." Jenny looked at herself in the mirror again. "Actually though, I did work up the tiniest of sweats kicking him in the nuts. Maybe I should take a shower."
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't they care that it was their feet that had popped his nuggets, and now they were more worried about their looks than his impending castration?
"Now you're talking, Jenny. We'll both take showers." Patricia sat down at her make-up table facing away from Jeff as he lay almost in shock on the ground clutching his dead balls. "I'm sure his nuts will be fine. If not, maybe you can assist in the operation! I'm sure it would make Jeff feel better knowing his sister had helped to cut his balls off." She turned her head and smiled down sweetly at her son. "You understand, don't you Jeff? You wouldn't want your mom and sis to look all messy in front of those handsome doctors, now would you?"
Jeff could only whisper out, "My balls.....my balls.....my balls."
"I knew you'd understand. Now just give us about 30 minutes here and we'll get you right over to that hospital."
"Hey Mom, can we stop for a bite to eat on the way there?
"Sure, Jenny, we can get some McNuggets!"
Both women again laughed at yet another ball joke as Jeff lay there, knowing that his balls were gone forever, crushed by the beautiful feet of his mother and sister. His last sight before passing out was the view of the four soles of these very same women as they sat at the make-up table with their feet crossed under the chairs, wiggling their toes and laughing about balls.
The End
By Caligula
Jeff sat there, looking up at his beautiful mother and older sister as their feet rested precariously on his ballsack. While his mother's sweet bare foot just rested easily on his crotch, his sister's high heel clad foot was definitely exerting pressure on his nut. Jenny's smile was just as innocent looking as his mother's, however, as they both toyed with the idea of busting his balls permanently. Then both set of feet were suddenly gone from between his legs.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom. Be back in a few," said Patricia. As Jeff's mother was about to turn and leave the room, she faked a kick at his nuts with her toes. Jeff flushed in embarassment and drew in his breath sharply in surprise. Pat walked out, laughing.
Jenny was smiling also and stood before her brother with her hands on her hips and legs spread. "So Mom kicked you in the balls, huh? I bet that hurt like a motherfucker!"
Jeff and Jenny laughed together. "Yeah, she's a ballbuster alright!"
"So what's this about an interview, dumbass?" His sister said playfully.
Jeff's mind raced feverishly. Here was a chance to get kicked by his sister as well! Oh what a day!!! He quickly glanced at his sister's body in her tight mini-skirt and black heels. She was barefoot in those heels. "Well, it's a project for school on self-defense. See the camera there?" He indicated the video camera which was still rolling with a nod of his head. "I'm supposed to videotape a study on an aspect of self defense, and I picked attacks to the groin. Interested in helping your little brother pass gym class?"
Jenny tilted her head to the side, pondering whether or not helping her brother was worth it or not. "What do I get out of it?"
"You mean kicking your pain in the ass brother in the nuts isn't reward enough?"
Jenny laughed out loud. "You mean you REALLY will let me kick you in the balls if I do this?"
"Yeah...I mean it's purely for demonstration purposes but it will be great for the tape. And like Mom said, it will allow me to see if a kick in the balls from another woman hurts as much as her kicks. Ater all, the kick Mom gave me was the first time I've ever been kicked in the nuts."
Patricia walked back into the room and overheard what Jeff was saying. "Yeah, can you believe your little brother had never been hit in the balls before? But I fixed that!" Patricia waved her foot in her son's face and then playfully smashed her sole into his nose and scrunched it around. Jeff was hard again as this was another dream come true. He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma of his mother's foot and closed his eyes. He made a bold move and made biting motions with his teeth as if to take a chunk out of his mother's foot in retribution. It had the desired effect.
"Oh yeah...you wannna bite my foot. Let's see how you like THIS!" Then his mother forced her smooth foot deep into his mouth, wiggling her toes around inside. "That'll teach you to try and bite my toes. Taste good? Hahahahaha!!!"
Even though she meant to be sarcastic, his mother's feet DID taste good to him! They were like candy! He hated to have to to it, but he had to pretend that the foot was absolutely putrid and pull his face away. "Yech!!!!" His sister was laughing hysterically.
"First kicked in the balls, and now gagged with a stinky foot!"
Jeff made another bold move. "I'd shut up sis, or I really WILL bite YOUR toes!"
Jenny kicked her shoe off her foot and almost kicked him in the head shoving her foot into his waiting, eager mouth. "If you thought Mom's foot tasted like crap, my foot REALLY tastes like shit! It's been couped up in that shoe all day!" Jenny's foot definitely had more flavor than his mom's. More salty, yet still delicious. Again he pulled away in mock disgust.
"Okay okay! You both win! I would have to be the one guy in the world who's mom and sis are ball-busting bitches!"
Jenny slipped her shoe back on and both women took turns faking kicks to Jeff's nads. All three broke down in fits of laughter. "What the fuck, I'll do it!"
Jenny jumped onto her mother's bed and Patricia sat down next to her. Jenny's leg dangled over the side of the bed as she swung her foot to and fro. "Don't get to close to my foot, Jeff, or you might get kicked in the coolies sooner than you thought!"
Jeff blushed deeply as his mother and sister smiled wickedly, obviously enjoying his embarassment. Jeff slowly rose to his feet and made a big deal of holding his hands between his legs and taking tiny baby steps towards the bed. He let out alot of "ooohhhhs" and "aahhhs" and even a couple "oh my sore balls", much to the delight of the assembled females. He sat down and looked into his sister's sparkling eyes.
"Well, how did YOU learn about kicking balls?"
"Mom taught me, of course!"
Patricia fluttered her eyelashes and smiled innocently.
"She told me one day when I was about 12 that the best way to hurt a guy was to kick him where it counts. She said it would work on ANY guy...although she mentioned that you were specifically off limits. That all changes today though!" Jenny looked down hungrily at the bulge in her brother's pants. Her foot seemed to swing a little faster in anticipation of getting a go at some big nuts. "She gave me grapes to practice with...at first. She said if I could pop the grapes, that I could pop a guy's nuts since the balls were more fragile than the grapes. I started by standing on the grapes in shoes and barefoot, always pretending some guy's balls were trapped under my feet. Sometimes I even wished they were YOUR balls!"
Jeff blushed again and shifted uncomfortably, trying a bit unsuccessfully to hide his growing member. He wondered what it would be like to have his precious eggs trapped under his sister's feet.
"While it was a real gas to stomp down and crush the bal......uh...grapes with my feet, I started to get real curious how LITTLE pressure it might take to 'POP' a nut," said Jenny.
"Wait," said Pat. "Let's show him what we're talking about." Jeff's mom jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of seedless grapes and sat next to her daughter, who by this time had kicked off her shoes. "Watch this...I bet you're gonna have nightmares tonight, Jeff!"
Mother and daughter each 'plucked' a grape from the bunch and inserted it between their sharp front teeth. Simultaneously both women slowly sarted to apply pressure with their teeth. The pseudo-balls started to compress and flatten out and then 'SQUICK'!!! The grapes exploded. Jeff let out a heavy wistful sigh at the sight of the two closest women in his life pretending to explode a pair of balls! Next the women held a grape between thumb and forefinger and started to gently rub the grape. "What the rubbing does is sort of tenderize the nut. As we rub, we apply just a bit more pressure every few seconds. Just the eensiest, teensiest bit of pressure. Then we keep rubbing and the nut meat slowly starts to gelatinize as far as we can tell." Jeff couldn't even see that there was pressure being put on the grapes. Just the constant rubbing. But lo and behold, with a loud 'SQUICK', the grapes both gave up their soft insides. Jenny continued, "This last one was the hardest to perfect, but will show you how little pressure it might take under the right circumstances, and with the right woman, to 'pop' a gonad!" Pat and Jenny now spread their toes and placed a grape in between their big toe and the one next to it. The girls lifted their feet off the bed and placed the soles in Jeff's face, making sure he could see what was about to happen. Jeff was hypnotized by the awesome spectacle before him. All he could do was imagine his own balls inserted in between those suckable toes, awaiting the ultimate punishment. He watched, envious of the grapes, as the gaps between the toes of his mother and sister slowly, and with great effort, started to close. He almost felt sorry for the grapes, as he could see them fight the inevitable. He thought it was rather ironic that they were seedless grapes. Then the grapes exploded and he had to fight the urge to lick the fresh grapejuice from the soles of his family members. When Pat and Jenny lowered their feet all they could see was Jeff's mouth hanging open and his blank stare, almost as if his mind was replaying over and over the cruelty he had just witnessed.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" Taunted Jenny, "Feeling sympathy pains?" Patricia and Jenny both chortled out some laughter. Jeff smiled as well.
"I guess I never realized how easy it would have been for either one of you to castrate me! Shit! I'm lucky I'm not a eunuch!" exclaimed Jeff.
"It's a wonder ALL men aren't eunuchs, with those funny things dangling between your legs," smirked Patricia.
"Well, there ARE more than a few eunuchs walking...or should I say LIMPING around out there thanks to me and Mom."
"Tell me about the first time you actually hit a guy down there."
"Well I was in gym class. We all wore those silly little uniforms with the tight shorts and sneakers with bobby socks. We were all doing situps, and my partner was a guy. I was on my back doing the exercises, while Jim, I think his name was, was holding my feet in position. So there I am, with my cute feet between his legs, right under his nutsack! He wasn't really even paying attention to me and so wasn't holding my legs very tightly. I of course took FULL advantage of the situation! I yelled out...'YOU PERVERT, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!' and lifted my sneaker into his ballbag. It was so funny! All the girls were laughing while the guys just kind of stayed silent. The female gym teacher pulled the boy out of the class and he got detention for supposedly groping me. He never even touched me! Hahahahaha! Those were always the most fun...kicking the guys for no reason other than it was fun to do."
"I'd have to agree there," said Patsy, "the look on a guy's face after realizing he's just been ruined for no reason other than my wanting a good laugh is the best!"
Jeff grunted in shame and embarassment, while the women laughed and wiggled their toes in his direction. "Well I know Mom has actually 'ruined', as she put it, many guys. How about you, sis? Have you ever destroyed a guy's chances of ever having kids?"
Jenny covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed and flexed her soles. "Have I ever!"
"Do you have a favorite?"
"Hmmm.....let me think." Jenny kept flexing her soles and wiggling her toes as her eyes were upturned in thought. Patricia waited eagerly for her daughter to come up with her favorite tale and to pass the time took a cheap shot with her bare heel at her son's nuts. Another centimeter closer and she actually would have made contact.
"Whoa are you lucky my leg was just a bit too short for me to reach!" Jeff had clenched his ass cheeks together in surprise and thought for sure his mother had busted him for the second time in two days. He let out a deep breath.
"Damn you're good, Mom. I'll definitely have to be more careful around here from now on!" Laughed Jeff. Pat and Jenny also laughed at his red face.
"I've got it!" Yelled Jenny.
Jeff jumped in surprise at his sister's cry and ended up bumping his groin into his mother's still outstretched foot. He overreacted to see what they would do. He bugged his eyes out and made an 'O' with his mouth. He let out an "Oooommpph!" and grabbed hold of his mother's foot, moving his thumbs up and down her sole as if being nice to her foot would prevent his further injury. His mother and sister both giggled like young school girls and his mother was obviously enjoying the attention her foot was receiving, even if it was due to her pretty ped injuring her son's most sacred and fragile orbs. "Mmmmmmmm.......that footrub feels good. I'll have to kick you in the balls more often!" laughed Patsy. Jeff giggled through his overexaggerated moans.
"As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted by your whimpering, Jeff! My favorite nut popping happened about three months ago. At the hospital where I work we had a mugging victim brought in and guess who it was, my cheating ex-boyfriend Bob. He really fucked me over when he cheated on me with my best friend, so I figured it was time for me to get even. He'll never cheat again! Well the doctors gave him a sedative to knock him out cause he was in alot of pain. What they didn't know was that I upped the dosage to make sure he was out of commission. So while the doctor was checking out his ears, eyes and throat, I slipped my hand up under the blanket. Bob was put into one of those hospital gowns so I had very easy access to his privates. I had to be quick so the doc wouldn't notice, but I also couldn't do anything to draw attention to my actions. So I took his right nut and used my rubbing technique. It took only a few seconds for the nut to pop. I heard it but the doctor was distracted enough that the sound didn't bother him. I slowly moved my hand to Bob's other love nugget and did the same. It popped a little louder and Bob made moaning noises even unconscious. It was great!"
"I remember you telling me about that! Poor Bob. Ha! He got what he deserved though," said Patricia.
"You mean you just casually popped both his balls? He can't have children? You actually CRUSHED them?" questioned Jeff. His voice was rising a bit, not out of outrage but excitement.
"You bet! Pop! Pop!" He still doesn't know I'm the one that castrated him. He's talking a bit higher pitched now I'm told." They all laughed together.
Jeff couldn't wait any longer. He was hard as a rock and that was almost as painful to him as the kick in the nuts his mother had given him just a short while earlier. "Well, let's get down to brass tacks, I guess. Will you please kick me in the balls now, sis?"
"Please, he says!" Mom and sis laughed heartily at his politeness. "You bet."
"Could you do it with your heels on? I want to see what that feels like."
"Ooohhhh....." teased Patricia, "he's getting REAL brave now. He was afraid to take a kick from me with MY shoes on."
"Well, Jeff, you're going to get your wish. Get down on your knees and spread your legs."
Jeff did as his sister commanded, all the while shivering in anticipation. He swallowed hard as his sister slipped her black patent leather heels onto her bare feet. She took up a position in front of him as Patricia picked up the video camera and came around the front to film the scene for posterity. Jenny tapped her brother's testicles with the toe of her shoe, making sure they were positioned correctly. She grinned the whole time. She took a couple steps back from her brother and then ran forward, kicking her closed pointy toe directly into the huge bulge that were his enormous egg-sized testicles.
"Direct hit!" yelled Patricia as her son started to fall over onto his side ,wailing like a banshee. Jenny was posing and flexing like a bodybuilder. She placed her foot on her brother's quivering side as he lay there crying and raised her arms in triumph. Patricia took up the stance as well and Jeff was once again beneath these two beautiful women's beautiful feet.
"Does it hurt bad, little brother?"
"Is everything intact, Jeff?" snickered his mother.
"Uh-huh," he managed to squeak out. The women took seats on the edge of the bed and continued to make funny jokes about Jeff's plight as he lay there for a very long time, trying to recover.
"Maybe you could get a permanent job singing in a girl's choir, Jeff."
"I hear they're always looking for good sopranos."
"Can't you hear what we're saying to you?"
"Maybe you kicked his nuts up into his ears!"
"I think we should try out for football, Mom."
"We've got the feet, but whose gonna supply the balls?"
This went on for a quarter of an hour with the ladies taunting Jeff in his embarassed and painful state until he managed to get to his feet and sit on the bed with his mother and sister. His mind kept wandering back to the grapes between the toes of his lovely relatives feet and figured this was his last chance to get them to hurt him. He definitely didn't want his balls to pop like the grapes did, but just to feel the squeezing power of their toes. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and as he started to speak noticed that his voice was noticeably higher pitched, much to the delight of Patsy and Jenny.
"Ummm.....is there one other thing we could try? Something I'm REALLY curious about."
"What's that, hon?" asked his mom.
"Well.....I feel a little funny asking this, but I keep wondering what it must feel like if you did to my balls what you did to those grapes with your toes. NOT TO THE POINT WHERE YOU ACTUALLY POP THEM, you understand," he hastily added. "But just squeezing my testicles with your toes."
"I'm up for it if you are, Mom."
His mother took a little more time to think about it. "Well, I guess, so. And don't worry, we'll stop long before it would get to the point where your nuts would actually pop."
"Yeah, don't worry. We've had alot of practice and know how much pressure is safe, and how much pressure means 'bye bye balls'."
Jeff slowly removed his pants and then his underwear. He could tell by the looks on his mother's and sister's faces that they were indeed surprised by the enormous size of his testicles.
"Oh shit! They're as big as fucking eggs!" cried his sister.
"Damn, Jeff, what are those basketballs in your sack?" squealed his mother in delight.
Jeff blushed, yet was still proud. He swung around to face their feet and allowed each of them to pick a ball. Jenny was rougher and both women took their time in handling the king-sized jewels. Patricia and Jenny put their feet VERY close together and spread their toes. Pat gently wedged her son's ball into her toe cleavage, while Jenny just jammed the nut harshly into place, causing Jeff to wince.
"Here we go, " said Patricia. "The mother/daughter/son/brother nutcracker!"
Slowly, both women started to squish their toes together. It was slightly uncomfortable yet still very pleasant. Jeff reached out to touch the feet holding his nuts in their death grip. The pressure built up slowly causing Jeff more and more pain. He looked at the faces of his mom and sister and they were definitely enjoying what they were doing to his nutmeat. He then noticed that he was starting to get hard, something he hadn't expected. His mother noticed it as well and gave the nut trapped between HER a vicious squeeze, causing Jeff's member to wilt and Jeff to cry out in pain. He was still loving every minute of it though. Then Jeff made a fatal error.
"I think he's had enough, let's let him go."
"Alright, Mom."
Right before they were going to set his trapped nuts free, Jeff took one last opportunity to feel their soft soles. He gently, with a featherlike touch, ran his fingers up and down their soles, unintentionally tickling them. Patsy and Jenny squealed at Jeff's tickling, and unfortunately for Jeff, accidentally clamped their toes down on his nuts in an attempt to escape the tickling.
POP!
POP!
Jeff's balls exploded between their toes, and Jeff's whole world exploded in agony seconds later. He had just two seconds before the pain hit to stare into his family member's eyes in disbelief. They stared back, equally in shock, although Jenny seemed to have a slight smile forming on her face. Jeff made only hoarse gasping noises and then let out a continuous soft almost dog whistle like noise. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he fell off the bed onto the floor, his ruined nuts pulling free of the gorgeous feet that just ended his sex life. Pat and Jenny rose to stand either side of him.
"Damn, what do we do?" asked Patricia worriedly. "We just popped his balls!" Even though she felt badly, just saying what she just said caused her to snicker slightly. Jenny giggled too.
"Well it's been my experience at the hospital that if we get him there IMMEDIATELY, and I mean IMMEDIATELY, there's a VERY good chance they'll be able to repair the damage. But if we delay at all, most likely he's lost his balls for good!"
"Well let's hurry up then!"
The women were about to get the car keys and rush Jeff to the hospital when they caught sight of themselves in the mirror. "I can't leave the house looking like this!" exclaimed Patsy. "I'm a mess. I've gotta put some make up on."
"But Mom, what about Jeff's balls?" Jeff squeaked a bit louder in agreement with his sister.
"Well.....we should have plenty of time, don't you think?"
"I don't know. If we don't leave in about 5 minutes they'll definitely have to cut the balls off." Jenny looked at herself in the mirror again. "Actually though, I did work up the tiniest of sweats kicking him in the nuts. Maybe I should take a shower."
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't they care that it was their feet that had popped his nuggets, and now they were more worried about their looks than his impending castration?
"Now you're talking, Jenny. We'll both take showers." Patricia sat down at her make-up table facing away from Jeff as he lay almost in shock on the ground clutching his dead balls. "I'm sure his nuts will be fine. If not, maybe you can assist in the operation! I'm sure it would make Jeff feel better knowing his sister had helped to cut his balls off." She turned her head and smiled down sweetly at her son. "You understand, don't you Jeff? You wouldn't want your mom and sis to look all messy in front of those handsome doctors, now would you?"
Jeff could only whisper out, "My balls.....my balls.....my balls."
"I knew you'd understand. Now just give us about 30 minutes here and we'll get you right over to that hospital."
"Hey Mom, can we stop for a bite to eat on the way there?
"Sure, Jenny, we can get some McNuggets!"
Both women again laughed at yet another ball joke as Jeff lay there, knowing that his balls were gone forever, crushed by the beautiful feet of his mother and sister. His last sight before passing out was the view of the four soles of these very same women as they sat at the make-up table with their feet crossed under the chairs, wiggling their toes and laughing about balls.
The End
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Jodie and Knave - snippet
I wrote this story for Knave. Here is the 1st part of it. Looking to trade for the rest if anyone is interested. E-mail story submissions to caligula31@hotmail.com and make certain they are new and incestuous in nature please. =-)
Jodie and Knave
By: Caligula
Jodie was out enjoying her daily jog. She was 25 years old and loved to work out and show off her magnificent body. Her breasts being especially large seemed to attract the most attention. She knew they were jiggling right now, much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also frightened off most potential male suitors.
Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them “en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.
She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A young boy, she was uncertain as to his exact age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.
“Can I have my ball back?”
“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.
“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”
“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you like football?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“I like football too.”
The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t like football.”
“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play football?”
“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.
Jodie handed the ball back to the youngster. “Hold it over your head like I did. That’s right. Now spread your legs like a quarterback. Good. Now when you say HIKE I’ll introduce you to foot…ball. I’ll show you how I kick a proper field goal.”
The boy, being an innocent little fella, did as he was told. “HIKE!”
Jodie used her ballet trained legs and lifted her right foot off the ground, punting the boy in the balls with the toe of her running shoe full force. “Goal! Two points for me!”
The boy released the ball he was holding over his head and slowly slumped to the ground, crying openly. Jodie for her part was laughing at the kid’s condition. She lifted her foot in the air and brought her heel smashing down on the colorful ball he and his sister had been playing with. It popped under her foot in front of the boy’s face. He vomited and she laughed.
“You’re a good sport!” laughed Jodie as she continued on her way. She looked back in time to see his sister come rushing out of the woods, take a look at the deflated ball and yell at her still crying brother.
“You broke our ball!” With that his very own sister kicked him in the nuts three of four times, apparently not aware of the damage she was causing. Kids were so innocent. Jodie smiled. The boy wretched again. “Now there aren’t any more balls!” the sister yelled.
Jodie giggled to herself as she ran on. It was funny how the sister’s comment was so right on the mark without her intending it to be. Well, the boy would probably look back on this one day and see just how funny it all was. Jodie was certain of that.
Jodie and Knave
By: Caligula
Jodie was out enjoying her daily jog. She was 25 years old and loved to work out and show off her magnificent body. Her breasts being especially large seemed to attract the most attention. She knew they were jiggling right now, much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also frightened off most potential male suitors.
Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them “en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.
She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A young boy, she was uncertain as to his exact age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.
“Can I have my ball back?”
“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.
“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”
“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you like football?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“I like football too.”
The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t like football.”
“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play football?”
“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.
Jodie handed the ball back to the youngster. “Hold it over your head like I did. That’s right. Now spread your legs like a quarterback. Good. Now when you say HIKE I’ll introduce you to foot…ball. I’ll show you how I kick a proper field goal.”
The boy, being an innocent little fella, did as he was told. “HIKE!”
Jodie used her ballet trained legs and lifted her right foot off the ground, punting the boy in the balls with the toe of her running shoe full force. “Goal! Two points for me!”
The boy released the ball he was holding over his head and slowly slumped to the ground, crying openly. Jodie for her part was laughing at the kid’s condition. She lifted her foot in the air and brought her heel smashing down on the colorful ball he and his sister had been playing with. It popped under her foot in front of the boy’s face. He vomited and she laughed.
“You’re a good sport!” laughed Jodie as she continued on her way. She looked back in time to see his sister come rushing out of the woods, take a look at the deflated ball and yell at her still crying brother.
“You broke our ball!” With that his very own sister kicked him in the nuts three of four times, apparently not aware of the damage she was causing. Kids were so innocent. Jodie smiled. The boy wretched again. “Now there aren’t any more balls!” the sister yelled.
Jodie giggled to herself as she ran on. It was funny how the sister’s comment was so right on the mark without her intending it to be. Well, the boy would probably look back on this one day and see just how funny it all was. Jodie was certain of that.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Paying My Sister Part 1
PAYING MY SISTER
By Caligula
Jeff was 18 and a rather good looking guy. He had always been a hard worker and saved every penny he earned thus accumulating quite a nice, if small, nestegg. But he was about to start spending loads of cash and might even have to get a second job. Jeff seemed normal except for one thing, his secret desire to be kicked in the balls...and by one person in particular...his twin sister Melissa. Where Jeff was attractive, Melissa was a knockout. She was the same height as Jeff, with lovely long legs. The difference between the twins was where Jeff was hardworking and spent his money wisely, Melissa was lazy, spoiled and was always short on cash. She always wanted to buy the most expensive clothes, the most expensive shoes and generally throw cash around like it was water. Yet Melissa didn't have a job, didn't WANT a job, and therefore had to fight with her parents for every penny she got. This was the crux of Jeff's plan. He was counting on his sister's greed to sway her to fulfill his dark fantasies.
Jeff looked across the kitchen table to where his sister leaned back in her chair and rested her bare feet, legs crossed at the ankles, atop the table. He had a painful erection watching her soft feet, the feet he soon hoped would crush his manhood. Melissa's toes were just oh so perfectly round, with the rest of her soles being incredibly soft looking and wrinkling with each and every twitch of her peds. Their father was away for the summer on business, and so the teenagers were left with their mother. Mom looked a lot like her children and appeared to be an older version of Melissa. Jeff wondered how long it would be before his fantasy took a deeper turn and he began longing for his mother's feet and kicks. As their mother was about to leave for work, Melissa took the opportunity to beg for more money.
"Come on Mom...Mommy. Just $100...it's for this pair of shoes that I just HAVE to have." Melissa pouted her lips hoping to receive some sympathy from mom. Jeff was more interested in observing his sister's soles, as she seemed to be able to make them pout along with her lips. Damn her feet must be talented, he thought.
"No and that is final! Why can't you be more like Jeff and get a job and save your money! GET A JOB!!!" Jeff watched in fascination as his mother slammed her feet into her high heeled shoes. Their mother ended her conversation by storming out of the house on her way to work and slamming the door behind her. Both teenagers listened to her heels recede into the distance as she got into her car and drove off.
"Bitch!" shouted Melissa, and gave Jeff a dirty look over her madly wiggling toes as if daring him to say anything. But wait, maybe her kiss-ass brother, with the big stash hidden in his room, would be willing to give her the cash if she were nice enough. "Hey little brother (Melissa had been born a few minutes before Jeff), how about giving me that $100? I'll ah...clean your room." She figured cleaning his room would be easy since he was so neat and tidy. Jeff wouldn't take the bait though.
"Nope...I don't think so." Jeff was extremely nervous as he was about to make his counteroffer. After all, this could go real bad for him. His sister was definitely going to think him a pervert, and might very easily refuse his offer, but might also tell their mom and embarass him. "But..........I will give you the $100 if you do something else for me."
Melissa could see Jeff blushing furiously and wondered what he could be wanting. Probably a blow-job from his hot sister, she thought. Well, for those new shoes...I'll GIVE the kiss-ass a blow-job if that's what he wants.
Jeff looked at his sister's face. She was grinning at him as if she knew what he would ask for. But how could she? Well...here goes nothing. "I'll give you the $100 if you kick me in the balls." He waited breathlessly for his sister's response. The blood was pounding in his ears so loudly that he didn't even hear what Melissa had to say and had to ask her to repeat herself.
"You want me to kick you in the balls?!!? Damn but you're a sick fuck!" Melissa laughed.
Jeff just blushed a deeper shade of red. "Forget I mentioned it," he mumbled.
"Okay I'll do it! But why me? I mean your own sister. Why would you want your sister, of all people, to be the one to kick you in the balls. Don't get me wrong...kicking guys in the nuts is fun, and I wanted to kick you gonads up into your throat just a few minutes ago when mom compared me to you."
"Well...I don't know why I want to be kicked in the balls, let alone why I want YOU to kick them. I think you're really hot though, and I'm in love with your feet. So maybe that's got something to do with it. Also, you're kind of bitchy and seem like you'd really be into it and it turns me on to think of you humiliating me and laughing at me once you've just kicked me. I imagine you standing there as I'm on the ground holding my privates. While I'm crying and making funny noises, you're standing over me with your hands on your hips laughing about the fact that you might have just made it impossible for me to have kids." Jeff was almost in a trance as he said aloud and shared his most intimate secret with the one person who could make it a reality.
"Wow," laughed Melissa, "You are seriously fucked up!" Melissa was enjoying embarassing her brother, and knew he was enjoying it as well. "Well I'll kick you for the $100, but I'll have to think up some sort of payment plan for future kicks. Should I charge you by the kick? $100 a kick? How about a weekly rate? $1,000 a week? Hmm....." She wiggled her feet, much to Jeff's delight. "And since you LOVE my feet, I'll expect daily pedicures and footrubs as an extra."
"Okay!" squealed Jeff in delight.
"Hmmm....maybe a FOOTJOB for say $500?" Melissa smiled and wrinkled her soles for her perverted brother. He was leaning forward in his chair, and it looked to Melissa as if he was rubbing himself through his sweatpants.
"Can we do it right now? Will you give me the footjob and then rack my balls?"
"First, get me my money. That's $600, $500 for the footjob and $100 for the kick. The kick I'll give you now. The footjob you'll get when you least expect it today."
Jeff ran off to his bedroom and pulled his money box out of his secret hiding place. He got the $600 and ran to the living room to await his sister. He sat around for over an hour, waiting for her to finish showering and get herself ready to go to the mall. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard a clunky pair of shoes coming down the hallway. His sister looked beautiful. She was wearing a one piece sundress and on her feet were a pair of lethal looking candies. She stopped a few feet in front of Jeff, giving him a chance to see how hot she was.
"Got the money?"
"Right here," replied Jeff, extending his hand to give her the money.
Melissa decided to have some fun with him. "No...I want you to place the money down here." Jeff's eyes followed her downward pointing finger and noticed she had lifted her right bare heel up away from her shoe, creating a tiny gap for him to insert the money. He nervously got on his hands and knees and gently cupped her foot in his hands. He had never been this close to his sister's lovely feet before and was almost dizzy with passion. Next he gingerly inserted the rolled up money between her bare foot and the candie. It was like slipping it into the g-string of an erotic dancer. Melissa realized he had inserted his finger along with the money and slammed her heel onto his digit, mashing it cruelly. Jeff yelped like a dog and pulled his finger out of his sister's nasty trap. Melissa laughed at him. "Stupid dork. Now get on your knees and spread your legs wide so I can hurry up and kick your balls. I gotta get to the mall." She reached down and retrieved the money, sticking it in her purse.
Jeff shifted his position to give his beloved sister's candie clad foot entrance to his irreplaceable baby-makers. Melissa smiled sweetly and lined up her shot. "This is gonna be fun! Hope you enjoy it since it's costing you $100." Melissa then pulled her long sexy leg back as far as it would go and let it swing forward. "CRUNCH!!!" she yelled at the moment of impact. Her foot and the toe of her shoe buried deeply into his balls. She took up Jeff's requested stance with her hands on her hips and waited for her brother's reaction. What an easy way to make a fucking buck! I'll kick his nuts into nonexistence if he wants me too and he doesn't realize that I don't even care! So what if I scramble his eggs permanently as long as I get my money. Oh I can't wait to get to the mall, thought Melissa.
It took a moment for the pain to register in Jeff's brain, but when it did it was like nothing he had ever experienced before in his short life. He groaned loudly, like a wounded animal and scrunched his eyes closed against the pain. His face grew red, not with embarassment, but with unbearable agony. He closed his legs together and slowly fell over onto his side. The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and his low groans became higher pitched as the pain intensified.
"That was so cool, you sound like a girl!" Melissa was looking at her brother but almost talking to herself. "I could actually feel your balls with my toes when I kicked them. I made them go SPLAT! Well, I'm going out to the mall cry baby. Make sure you change into something that has a easy access flap in front so I can give you your surprise footjob later. Bye!" With that Melissa turned on her heels and walked out the front door, laughing.
Jeff eventually recovered and got into his boxer shorts, figuring that was easy access enough and it wouldn't arouse suspicion around his mother as he wore them all the time because they were 'comfortable'. But to his surprise and anger, his sister hadn't given him the agreed upon footjob before his mother arrived home from work. And now here they all sat around the kitchen table eating dinner, his sister sitting across from him.
"Well what did you kids do today?" asked their mother.
Before Jeff could respond, Melissa spoke up. "We played some football! Right Jeff?"
Jeff just blushed and kept quiet.
"Oh really, how did it go?"
"Well, I kicked Jeff's ball into the endzone and then scored a touchdown. I won, of course. Oh...and I kicked Jeff in the nuts."
Jeff choked on his mashed potatoes. Is she going to tell how I paid her to kick me? Damn this is what I was afraid of! But she didn't tell. Melissa only intended to humiliate him in front of their mother.
"What do you mean you kicked your brother in the nuts?" said his mother. She was trying to act cross but couldn't help but let loose a small smile.
"Well it was an accident. I went to kick the football and he got in the way and so I kicked HIS balls instead." snickered Melissa.
"Well that would explain why you've been walking around rather gingerly all day," laughed their mom. Jeff found himself getting hard in his boxers with the two most influential women in his life talking and laughing about him getting kicked in the nuts. Suddenly he felt a nudge between his legs and looked down to see his sister's foot snaking its way into his boxers. He looked up at her but she was engaged in conversation with mom about his balls. His dick finally popped free of his shorts and his sister's talented feet went to work in earnest on his swollen member...RIGHT THERE WHILE SITTING AT THE TABLE WITH THEIR MOM!!! Son-of-a-bitch this feels incredible!!! Her feet and toes are as nimble as hands and this is as good as a blow-job! Oh I love her feet!
"So then up went my foot...and down went little brother."
"It was football in more ways than one is what you're telling me," said their mother. "What's the matter, Jeff, no comment? Or did your sister kick your balls up into your throat so far you CAN'T talk!" Both women were laughing. Jeff was speechless due to his sister's foot bringing him to new levels of pleasure. Her delicate soles and toes were like smooth soft velvet bringing him closer and closer to the ultimate orgasm. Her left foot finally managed to expose his balls and they landed on the chair with a loud plop. Melissa took her brother's low-hanging balls in her feet and pulled them so that they hung freely over the side of the chair, his twin orbs dangling well below the lip of the wooden seat. She then proceeded to 'smack' his nuts with the balls of her feet. His big plums swung back and forth like a pendulum as Melissa alternated her kicks from left foot to right foot and back again. It kept Jeff in constant pain. He couldn't believe this was happening to him...that he actually paid $600 to nearly lose his ability to father children and have his sister almost bring him to orgasm with her feet before switching back to pain.
She's using my ballsack like a punching bag! Oh I love this! She is so hot I can't take it!
"JEFF!!!" yelled his mom.
Jeff jumped in his seat when his mother's voice brought him out of his reverie. He suddenly found that his sister's foot was now firmly pressing the cords attaching his balls to his body against the side of the chair, and she was increasing her pressure. "Yes mom?" Jeff squeaked out.
"Pay attention when I'm talking to you or maybe I'LL have to kick you in the balls as well," she teased. "I was saying that maybe I should check your nuts for damage after dinner...make sure they're both alright."
"Uh...no mom, I think I'm okay. I kinda checked 'em out myself."
"Did you roll them around between your fingers to make sure they weren't ruptured?"
"Yeah...uh...they were kinda sore but they were still there."
Melissa finally released his balls and went back to working his cock with her talented toes.
"Were they swollen bad?" continued their mother.
"Kinda."
"Did you put an icepack on your nutsack?" Jeff's mother and sister laughed at her rhyme.
"No...Melissa didn't think I'd need one?"
"Need one? I thought she kneed two?" Again both women laughed.
Jeff's breathing became more labored as he was approaching climax. Melissa's feet toyed with his peehole, circling it with her big toe and then pumping his shaft. And then right before he exploded, Melissa placed the ball of her foot onto the eye at the end of his prick, which caused him to finally orgasm. His seed was splattered all over the ball of her foot and oozed down her bare sole.
For the rest of the evening he kept thinking back to his sister's footjob, and earlier than that, her devastating kick to his gonads. He realized he needed another kick. He was too horny right now and needed a 'cold shower' so to speak to get rid of his raging erection. He went into his sister's room through the connecting bathroom and found her trying on the new shoes she bought with the money he paid her. They were a deadly looking pair of 5 inch black patent leather heels with the pointiest fucking toes he had ever seen. He was so busy admiring her feet in the shoes that he didn't even notice she was in her nightie, a nightie so short that it exposed the bottom of her firm asscheeks. Melissa turned around with a gasp when she noticed him standing there with his mouth hanging open.
"What do you want asshole!"
"How much?"
"What!?!"
"How much? To kick me right now."
Melissa saw the pleading look in his eyes and knew she could get whatever she wanted right now. "You really need a kick bad...don't you?" she teased.
"Yes."
"How would you like me to kick you with my new shoes...you know, the ones YOU paid for? Don't they look painful?"
"Uh-huh," Jeff said dreamily.
"Aren't my feet beautiful in these shoes? I bet you could cum in your pants just looking at them."
"Uh-huh."
"Well let's see...how much, how much. I think $250 should just about cover it." she said with a smile.
"$250?!? To kick me in the balls? Please, Melissa, can't we do it for $100 like last time?" Jeff pleaded.
"My rates went up. I don't think you realize what an inconvenience it is for me to have to kick you in the balls. It's not just a kick...you want me to stand there and humiliate you after the bust, and you're going to be making all those stupid noises while I'm trying to sleep. It's also very tiring for me. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to lift my foot up to your nuts? It isn't as if I can just lightly tap them...I have to kick with CRUSHING force to get the desired effect! I'm sorry, but if you want me to scramble your eggs, it's gonna cost ya."
"Alright...anything, but I want you to kick me with your new shoes." Jeff handed Melissa the money, and this time she took it without any fanfair.
"Oh...and something else. Something to make this more entertaining for me. When I kick you, I expect you to remain standing till I tell you that you can fall down. If you fall down before that...I'll never kick you again. Understand?" Melissa flashed a dazzling smile at her brother.
Jeff looked from her angelic face, to her nut-crushing shoes. Can I do it? Can I stay standing? It's gonna hurt like a motherfucker and I don't know if I can take that kind of pain. But if I don't try, I'll never get kicked by her again. "Alright, Melissa...I agree."
"Good, now stand there and spread your legs for me." Jeff did so and watched while Melissa took a slow practice swing. The toe of her shoe lightly grazed his plums. "Ready, brother?"
"Ready, sister."
Melissa then kicked him as hard as she could with the pointy toe of her new high heels. "CRUNCH!" she shouted.
Their mother called from downstairs, "What's that Melissa dear?"
"Nothing mom!" she replied. She watched her brother in fascination. He was bent slightly at the waist and his mouth hung open. From it came a hoarse whisper and a trickle of drool. His hands clutched feebly at his groin and his legs were shaking, yet he remained standing. Melissa smiled and admired her handiwork. She bent down slightly to look into her brother's eyes and giggled at his look of shock and agony. "That looks like it hurt. I got you right with the toe! I wonder if I got the right ball or left ball? Did I pop it?"
The only response was a high pitched soft wail which began to emanate from her brother's mouth.
"I kicked MUCH harder this time, too. Man you guys are so easy to hurt down there." Jeff was still standing, much to Melissa's amazement. "You must really love getting kicked by me to still be standing. I'm very flattered, Jeffie! I have to say though, that this is like highway robbery!" Jeff was openly crying now and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. "Well.....I guess you can curl up into the fetal position now you little crybaby."
Jeff immediately fell to the floor and adopted the position his sister suggested. Melissa grinned and slipped her shoe from her foot. She sat on the edge of her bed and probed his lips with her toes. "Open your mouth and you can suck my toes." Jeff's lips parted slightly and Melissa fit her round cuddly toes into her brother's warm mouth. He lapped at them eagerly. "Feel better, Jeff? Taste good, brother?"
Jeff could only manage a "Mmmpphhh-mmmpphhh" with all those toes jammed deeply into his mouth. After letting Jeff suckle her toes for a few minutes she withdrew her foot.
"Time for you to leave, I'm going to bed now." Melissa dismissed Jeff with a wave of her hand.
"But my balls hurt....."
"Your balls SHOULD hurt! I just kicked them! Now get out. I don't care about your stupid balls, only your money." She watched with a snicker as her brother slowly...very slowly crawled out of her room. She noticed his legs remained locked together at the knees as he weakly exited the room. She smiled in self-satisfaction and went to sleep dreaming about what she'd buy with the money she earned from her new job.
By Caligula
Jeff was 18 and a rather good looking guy. He had always been a hard worker and saved every penny he earned thus accumulating quite a nice, if small, nestegg. But he was about to start spending loads of cash and might even have to get a second job. Jeff seemed normal except for one thing, his secret desire to be kicked in the balls...and by one person in particular...his twin sister Melissa. Where Jeff was attractive, Melissa was a knockout. She was the same height as Jeff, with lovely long legs. The difference between the twins was where Jeff was hardworking and spent his money wisely, Melissa was lazy, spoiled and was always short on cash. She always wanted to buy the most expensive clothes, the most expensive shoes and generally throw cash around like it was water. Yet Melissa didn't have a job, didn't WANT a job, and therefore had to fight with her parents for every penny she got. This was the crux of Jeff's plan. He was counting on his sister's greed to sway her to fulfill his dark fantasies.
Jeff looked across the kitchen table to where his sister leaned back in her chair and rested her bare feet, legs crossed at the ankles, atop the table. He had a painful erection watching her soft feet, the feet he soon hoped would crush his manhood. Melissa's toes were just oh so perfectly round, with the rest of her soles being incredibly soft looking and wrinkling with each and every twitch of her peds. Their father was away for the summer on business, and so the teenagers were left with their mother. Mom looked a lot like her children and appeared to be an older version of Melissa. Jeff wondered how long it would be before his fantasy took a deeper turn and he began longing for his mother's feet and kicks. As their mother was about to leave for work, Melissa took the opportunity to beg for more money.
"Come on Mom...Mommy. Just $100...it's for this pair of shoes that I just HAVE to have." Melissa pouted her lips hoping to receive some sympathy from mom. Jeff was more interested in observing his sister's soles, as she seemed to be able to make them pout along with her lips. Damn her feet must be talented, he thought.
"No and that is final! Why can't you be more like Jeff and get a job and save your money! GET A JOB!!!" Jeff watched in fascination as his mother slammed her feet into her high heeled shoes. Their mother ended her conversation by storming out of the house on her way to work and slamming the door behind her. Both teenagers listened to her heels recede into the distance as she got into her car and drove off.
"Bitch!" shouted Melissa, and gave Jeff a dirty look over her madly wiggling toes as if daring him to say anything. But wait, maybe her kiss-ass brother, with the big stash hidden in his room, would be willing to give her the cash if she were nice enough. "Hey little brother (Melissa had been born a few minutes before Jeff), how about giving me that $100? I'll ah...clean your room." She figured cleaning his room would be easy since he was so neat and tidy. Jeff wouldn't take the bait though.
"Nope...I don't think so." Jeff was extremely nervous as he was about to make his counteroffer. After all, this could go real bad for him. His sister was definitely going to think him a pervert, and might very easily refuse his offer, but might also tell their mom and embarass him. "But..........I will give you the $100 if you do something else for me."
Melissa could see Jeff blushing furiously and wondered what he could be wanting. Probably a blow-job from his hot sister, she thought. Well, for those new shoes...I'll GIVE the kiss-ass a blow-job if that's what he wants.
Jeff looked at his sister's face. She was grinning at him as if she knew what he would ask for. But how could she? Well...here goes nothing. "I'll give you the $100 if you kick me in the balls." He waited breathlessly for his sister's response. The blood was pounding in his ears so loudly that he didn't even hear what Melissa had to say and had to ask her to repeat herself.
"You want me to kick you in the balls?!!? Damn but you're a sick fuck!" Melissa laughed.
Jeff just blushed a deeper shade of red. "Forget I mentioned it," he mumbled.
"Okay I'll do it! But why me? I mean your own sister. Why would you want your sister, of all people, to be the one to kick you in the balls. Don't get me wrong...kicking guys in the nuts is fun, and I wanted to kick you gonads up into your throat just a few minutes ago when mom compared me to you."
"Well...I don't know why I want to be kicked in the balls, let alone why I want YOU to kick them. I think you're really hot though, and I'm in love with your feet. So maybe that's got something to do with it. Also, you're kind of bitchy and seem like you'd really be into it and it turns me on to think of you humiliating me and laughing at me once you've just kicked me. I imagine you standing there as I'm on the ground holding my privates. While I'm crying and making funny noises, you're standing over me with your hands on your hips laughing about the fact that you might have just made it impossible for me to have kids." Jeff was almost in a trance as he said aloud and shared his most intimate secret with the one person who could make it a reality.
"Wow," laughed Melissa, "You are seriously fucked up!" Melissa was enjoying embarassing her brother, and knew he was enjoying it as well. "Well I'll kick you for the $100, but I'll have to think up some sort of payment plan for future kicks. Should I charge you by the kick? $100 a kick? How about a weekly rate? $1,000 a week? Hmm....." She wiggled her feet, much to Jeff's delight. "And since you LOVE my feet, I'll expect daily pedicures and footrubs as an extra."
"Okay!" squealed Jeff in delight.
"Hmmm....maybe a FOOTJOB for say $500?" Melissa smiled and wrinkled her soles for her perverted brother. He was leaning forward in his chair, and it looked to Melissa as if he was rubbing himself through his sweatpants.
"Can we do it right now? Will you give me the footjob and then rack my balls?"
"First, get me my money. That's $600, $500 for the footjob and $100 for the kick. The kick I'll give you now. The footjob you'll get when you least expect it today."
Jeff ran off to his bedroom and pulled his money box out of his secret hiding place. He got the $600 and ran to the living room to await his sister. He sat around for over an hour, waiting for her to finish showering and get herself ready to go to the mall. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard a clunky pair of shoes coming down the hallway. His sister looked beautiful. She was wearing a one piece sundress and on her feet were a pair of lethal looking candies. She stopped a few feet in front of Jeff, giving him a chance to see how hot she was.
"Got the money?"
"Right here," replied Jeff, extending his hand to give her the money.
Melissa decided to have some fun with him. "No...I want you to place the money down here." Jeff's eyes followed her downward pointing finger and noticed she had lifted her right bare heel up away from her shoe, creating a tiny gap for him to insert the money. He nervously got on his hands and knees and gently cupped her foot in his hands. He had never been this close to his sister's lovely feet before and was almost dizzy with passion. Next he gingerly inserted the rolled up money between her bare foot and the candie. It was like slipping it into the g-string of an erotic dancer. Melissa realized he had inserted his finger along with the money and slammed her heel onto his digit, mashing it cruelly. Jeff yelped like a dog and pulled his finger out of his sister's nasty trap. Melissa laughed at him. "Stupid dork. Now get on your knees and spread your legs wide so I can hurry up and kick your balls. I gotta get to the mall." She reached down and retrieved the money, sticking it in her purse.
Jeff shifted his position to give his beloved sister's candie clad foot entrance to his irreplaceable baby-makers. Melissa smiled sweetly and lined up her shot. "This is gonna be fun! Hope you enjoy it since it's costing you $100." Melissa then pulled her long sexy leg back as far as it would go and let it swing forward. "CRUNCH!!!" she yelled at the moment of impact. Her foot and the toe of her shoe buried deeply into his balls. She took up Jeff's requested stance with her hands on her hips and waited for her brother's reaction. What an easy way to make a fucking buck! I'll kick his nuts into nonexistence if he wants me too and he doesn't realize that I don't even care! So what if I scramble his eggs permanently as long as I get my money. Oh I can't wait to get to the mall, thought Melissa.
It took a moment for the pain to register in Jeff's brain, but when it did it was like nothing he had ever experienced before in his short life. He groaned loudly, like a wounded animal and scrunched his eyes closed against the pain. His face grew red, not with embarassment, but with unbearable agony. He closed his legs together and slowly fell over onto his side. The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and his low groans became higher pitched as the pain intensified.
"That was so cool, you sound like a girl!" Melissa was looking at her brother but almost talking to herself. "I could actually feel your balls with my toes when I kicked them. I made them go SPLAT! Well, I'm going out to the mall cry baby. Make sure you change into something that has a easy access flap in front so I can give you your surprise footjob later. Bye!" With that Melissa turned on her heels and walked out the front door, laughing.
Jeff eventually recovered and got into his boxer shorts, figuring that was easy access enough and it wouldn't arouse suspicion around his mother as he wore them all the time because they were 'comfortable'. But to his surprise and anger, his sister hadn't given him the agreed upon footjob before his mother arrived home from work. And now here they all sat around the kitchen table eating dinner, his sister sitting across from him.
"Well what did you kids do today?" asked their mother.
Before Jeff could respond, Melissa spoke up. "We played some football! Right Jeff?"
Jeff just blushed and kept quiet.
"Oh really, how did it go?"
"Well, I kicked Jeff's ball into the endzone and then scored a touchdown. I won, of course. Oh...and I kicked Jeff in the nuts."
Jeff choked on his mashed potatoes. Is she going to tell how I paid her to kick me? Damn this is what I was afraid of! But she didn't tell. Melissa only intended to humiliate him in front of their mother.
"What do you mean you kicked your brother in the nuts?" said his mother. She was trying to act cross but couldn't help but let loose a small smile.
"Well it was an accident. I went to kick the football and he got in the way and so I kicked HIS balls instead." snickered Melissa.
"Well that would explain why you've been walking around rather gingerly all day," laughed their mom. Jeff found himself getting hard in his boxers with the two most influential women in his life talking and laughing about him getting kicked in the nuts. Suddenly he felt a nudge between his legs and looked down to see his sister's foot snaking its way into his boxers. He looked up at her but she was engaged in conversation with mom about his balls. His dick finally popped free of his shorts and his sister's talented feet went to work in earnest on his swollen member...RIGHT THERE WHILE SITTING AT THE TABLE WITH THEIR MOM!!! Son-of-a-bitch this feels incredible!!! Her feet and toes are as nimble as hands and this is as good as a blow-job! Oh I love her feet!
"So then up went my foot...and down went little brother."
"It was football in more ways than one is what you're telling me," said their mother. "What's the matter, Jeff, no comment? Or did your sister kick your balls up into your throat so far you CAN'T talk!" Both women were laughing. Jeff was speechless due to his sister's foot bringing him to new levels of pleasure. Her delicate soles and toes were like smooth soft velvet bringing him closer and closer to the ultimate orgasm. Her left foot finally managed to expose his balls and they landed on the chair with a loud plop. Melissa took her brother's low-hanging balls in her feet and pulled them so that they hung freely over the side of the chair, his twin orbs dangling well below the lip of the wooden seat. She then proceeded to 'smack' his nuts with the balls of her feet. His big plums swung back and forth like a pendulum as Melissa alternated her kicks from left foot to right foot and back again. It kept Jeff in constant pain. He couldn't believe this was happening to him...that he actually paid $600 to nearly lose his ability to father children and have his sister almost bring him to orgasm with her feet before switching back to pain.
She's using my ballsack like a punching bag! Oh I love this! She is so hot I can't take it!
"JEFF!!!" yelled his mom.
Jeff jumped in his seat when his mother's voice brought him out of his reverie. He suddenly found that his sister's foot was now firmly pressing the cords attaching his balls to his body against the side of the chair, and she was increasing her pressure. "Yes mom?" Jeff squeaked out.
"Pay attention when I'm talking to you or maybe I'LL have to kick you in the balls as well," she teased. "I was saying that maybe I should check your nuts for damage after dinner...make sure they're both alright."
"Uh...no mom, I think I'm okay. I kinda checked 'em out myself."
"Did you roll them around between your fingers to make sure they weren't ruptured?"
"Yeah...uh...they were kinda sore but they were still there."
Melissa finally released his balls and went back to working his cock with her talented toes.
"Were they swollen bad?" continued their mother.
"Kinda."
"Did you put an icepack on your nutsack?" Jeff's mother and sister laughed at her rhyme.
"No...Melissa didn't think I'd need one?"
"Need one? I thought she kneed two?" Again both women laughed.
Jeff's breathing became more labored as he was approaching climax. Melissa's feet toyed with his peehole, circling it with her big toe and then pumping his shaft. And then right before he exploded, Melissa placed the ball of her foot onto the eye at the end of his prick, which caused him to finally orgasm. His seed was splattered all over the ball of her foot and oozed down her bare sole.
For the rest of the evening he kept thinking back to his sister's footjob, and earlier than that, her devastating kick to his gonads. He realized he needed another kick. He was too horny right now and needed a 'cold shower' so to speak to get rid of his raging erection. He went into his sister's room through the connecting bathroom and found her trying on the new shoes she bought with the money he paid her. They were a deadly looking pair of 5 inch black patent leather heels with the pointiest fucking toes he had ever seen. He was so busy admiring her feet in the shoes that he didn't even notice she was in her nightie, a nightie so short that it exposed the bottom of her firm asscheeks. Melissa turned around with a gasp when she noticed him standing there with his mouth hanging open.
"What do you want asshole!"
"How much?"
"What!?!"
"How much? To kick me right now."
Melissa saw the pleading look in his eyes and knew she could get whatever she wanted right now. "You really need a kick bad...don't you?" she teased.
"Yes."
"How would you like me to kick you with my new shoes...you know, the ones YOU paid for? Don't they look painful?"
"Uh-huh," Jeff said dreamily.
"Aren't my feet beautiful in these shoes? I bet you could cum in your pants just looking at them."
"Uh-huh."
"Well let's see...how much, how much. I think $250 should just about cover it." she said with a smile.
"$250?!? To kick me in the balls? Please, Melissa, can't we do it for $100 like last time?" Jeff pleaded.
"My rates went up. I don't think you realize what an inconvenience it is for me to have to kick you in the balls. It's not just a kick...you want me to stand there and humiliate you after the bust, and you're going to be making all those stupid noises while I'm trying to sleep. It's also very tiring for me. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to lift my foot up to your nuts? It isn't as if I can just lightly tap them...I have to kick with CRUSHING force to get the desired effect! I'm sorry, but if you want me to scramble your eggs, it's gonna cost ya."
"Alright...anything, but I want you to kick me with your new shoes." Jeff handed Melissa the money, and this time she took it without any fanfair.
"Oh...and something else. Something to make this more entertaining for me. When I kick you, I expect you to remain standing till I tell you that you can fall down. If you fall down before that...I'll never kick you again. Understand?" Melissa flashed a dazzling smile at her brother.
Jeff looked from her angelic face, to her nut-crushing shoes. Can I do it? Can I stay standing? It's gonna hurt like a motherfucker and I don't know if I can take that kind of pain. But if I don't try, I'll never get kicked by her again. "Alright, Melissa...I agree."
"Good, now stand there and spread your legs for me." Jeff did so and watched while Melissa took a slow practice swing. The toe of her shoe lightly grazed his plums. "Ready, brother?"
"Ready, sister."
Melissa then kicked him as hard as she could with the pointy toe of her new high heels. "CRUNCH!" she shouted.
Their mother called from downstairs, "What's that Melissa dear?"
"Nothing mom!" she replied. She watched her brother in fascination. He was bent slightly at the waist and his mouth hung open. From it came a hoarse whisper and a trickle of drool. His hands clutched feebly at his groin and his legs were shaking, yet he remained standing. Melissa smiled and admired her handiwork. She bent down slightly to look into her brother's eyes and giggled at his look of shock and agony. "That looks like it hurt. I got you right with the toe! I wonder if I got the right ball or left ball? Did I pop it?"
The only response was a high pitched soft wail which began to emanate from her brother's mouth.
"I kicked MUCH harder this time, too. Man you guys are so easy to hurt down there." Jeff was still standing, much to Melissa's amazement. "You must really love getting kicked by me to still be standing. I'm very flattered, Jeffie! I have to say though, that this is like highway robbery!" Jeff was openly crying now and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. "Well.....I guess you can curl up into the fetal position now you little crybaby."
Jeff immediately fell to the floor and adopted the position his sister suggested. Melissa grinned and slipped her shoe from her foot. She sat on the edge of her bed and probed his lips with her toes. "Open your mouth and you can suck my toes." Jeff's lips parted slightly and Melissa fit her round cuddly toes into her brother's warm mouth. He lapped at them eagerly. "Feel better, Jeff? Taste good, brother?"
Jeff could only manage a "Mmmpphhh-mmmpphhh" with all those toes jammed deeply into his mouth. After letting Jeff suckle her toes for a few minutes she withdrew her foot.
"Time for you to leave, I'm going to bed now." Melissa dismissed Jeff with a wave of her hand.
"But my balls hurt....."
"Your balls SHOULD hurt! I just kicked them! Now get out. I don't care about your stupid balls, only your money." She watched with a snicker as her brother slowly...very slowly crawled out of her room. She noticed his legs remained locked together at the knees as he weakly exited the room. She smiled in self-satisfaction and went to sleep dreaming about what she'd buy with the money she earned from her new job.
Interviewing Mom
Interviewing Mom
By Caligula
Jeff was in love with his mother Patricia’s feet. He was 18, she was 38. They were absolutely gorgeous as far as he was concerned. He often fantasized about licking her size 8 soles and sucking on her big toes. Aside from having a foot fetish for his mom’s feet, he also kept a much darker secret. He fantasized about having his mother kick him hard in the balls. It was difficult not to get hard around his mother where his ball-busting and foot fetish was concerned. She almost always walked around the house barefoot and because of that her soles tended to develop a sort of shine to them from buffing up against the floor all day and collecting a thin layer of dust over the bottoms. He knew from sniffing and licking the insides of her dozens of pairs of high heels that her feet also smelled and tasted like pure heaven. Patricia also encouraged her son’s hard-ons whenever they watched a movie together and some guy got kicked in the balls. She would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world and say something like “I bet he’s singing soprano now” or “No babies for him”. Jeff was always looking for a way to get his mother to hit his nuts but it didn’t work. He attempted getting in her way or standing behind her hoping she would swing her hand and hit him and even tickling her and standing astride her feet with his legs spread, but nothing worked. But he thought he had finally hit upon an idea that would work. He waited for the weekend, when he knew his mother would be lounging around the house barefoot to ask his question. Pat was in her bedroom sitting up on her bed, dangling her soles over the edge, wiggling her toes seductively. Jeff’s penis saluted her feet. His tight fitting jeans managed to control the size of his member to a small extent. Pat looked up ate her son and looked at him quizically. He had a videocamera with him that he proceeded to set up.
“What’s the camera for, Jeff?”
Now was time to see if his made up story would pass muster. “Well we got this project at school. I have to interview someone for my gym class and put it on videotape. Afterwards we all share our videos with the rest of the class. Each video has to do with an aspect of self-defense. I figured I’d interview you. Everyone always says you look good for your age and sometimes mistake us for boyfriend/girlfriend, so I thought you’d have had to protect yourself at one time or another from some guy.”
His mother laughed and flexed her soles, Jeff’s erection grew a tiny bit. “Well I have had to hurt a few guys come to think of it. Alright, I’ll be your guinea pig.”
Jeff set the videotape to rolling and made sure he captured the whole room in the view. (After he got a few closeups of his mother’s soft shiny soles, of course.) He took up a position opposite her feet on the bed, making sure his legs were slightly spread and her feet were somewhat positioned in the V his legs made.
“Whenever you’re ready,” said Patricia.
Jeff took a deep breath, swallowed hard and proceeded to ask his first question. “Have you ever kicked a man in the balls, Mom?”
His mother laughed again. “You better believe I’ve kicked some balls in my time! There are alot of guys out there wearing their balls for earrings because of me.”
Jeff’s penis twitched in his pants. “I guess we should probably start at the beginning with this. Where did you first learn about the sensitivity of a male’s testicles?”
“Hmmm...well one of my friends when I was about 12 had a sister a few years older than us and she told us both about kicking a man where it counts if you want to stay safe. We didn’t really understand why kicking a man there would cause him pain but my friend Grace had a pet dog. Her dog, Max, was a big mutt with even bigger balls. Well, Grace put a muzzle on her dog and we took him down to the basement where we knew we’d be alone. Grace distracted Max from the front as she said it was kind of gross to be touching a dog’s balls. So I went around behind the poor dog and took his big nuts in my hand. I kind of rolled them around and Max actually seemed to be enjoying that. So I figured ‘fuck this, I’m trying to find out why balls hurt, not trying to make this dog feel good’. I got pissed off and squeezed. I don’t even think we needed that muzzle as the dog just yelped and went down to the ground.” Pat laughed at the memory. “Well I kept squeezing because I thought this was the funniest thing. Well one of Max’s nuts slipped out of my hand and now all my strength was being used on just one ball. Next thing you know, I feel cartilage go ‘SQUICK’ and Max’s big nut just pops right in my hand.” Patricia clenched her fist as if Max’s ball was still in there. Jeff sighs wistfully. “Well anyway, Max is lying there whimpering like he just lost his best friend when we remembered that Grace’s older sister said to ‘kick’ guys in the balls. So we waited for Max to feel a little better and the I called him over like I was trying to be all nice after hurting his baby-makers. Well, that stupid fucking dog comes running over wagging his tail and jumps up on me, standing on his two back legs. Well what’s a girl to do? I kicked him square in the balls! I apparently did enough damage that Grace’s mother had to take Max to the vet so they could finish the castration job that I started.”
“You mean they...”
“...cut his balls off? You bet they did!” laughed Pat. “Grace and I never laughed so hard as we did when we found out that they actually cut the dog's nuts right off! SNIP! SNIP!” Patricia made a ‘snipping’ motion with two of her fingers, imitating a pair of scissors. Jeff ‘s erection was almost becoming painful. Patsy again wiggled her soft toes and wrinkled her shiny soles. “So that’s how your mom learned about balls.” She smiled at her son.
“When was the first time you actually used this technique on a human male?”
“It wasn’t too long after the incident with Max, actually. I was so fascinated by balls that I just HAD to try kicking a boy at school! I wondered if a boy’s balls would pop as easily as a dog’s. There was this guy at school that used to tease the shit out of me at recess, so one day I had him chase me around a corner where noone could see what I was going to do. I didn’t even wait for him to stop running towards me. I just lifted my leg and.....wait, why don’t I show you. After all, you’re taping this and this will show HOW I kicked that boy.”
Jeff couldn’t believe his luck! Was he finally going to get his wish? He hadn’t expected his mother to volunteer to bust his balls. He thought he’d have to use the plan he originally had intended to use but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
Jeff and Patsy stood up facing each other. “Spread your legs a little bit.” Jeff did as he was told. “Well, the guy came at me and I lifted my leg, smashing my foot, RIGHT into his balls like this!” Suddenly Patricia DID lift her leg, her foot flying upwards with blinding speed towards her son’s nutsack, and.....nothing. Patricia’s foot stopped not more than half an inch from the bulge of balls in her son’s pants. Jeff let out a small squeak, almost as if he really had been kicked, and rose up onto his tiptoes. Patsy laughed. “What’s the matter? Afraid mom might pop a ball? Well anyway, that’s what happened. The boy just kind of stood there for a few seconds with his mouth hanging open. Then he started making funny noises and the little baby started crying and holding himself. He fell down real slow and lay there. I just watched and laughed at him, asking how much it hurt. I got into trouble, but it was worth it!”
Pat went back to sitting on the bed, dangling the foot which had just nearly crushed her son’s nuts. Jeff stood there, trying to control the urges he was feeling for his mother’s feet. After taking a few deep breaths, he too returned to the bed. “Well mom, I can see why he was making funny noises!” Jeff tried to laugh it off. “So what do you think is the best way to get a guy where it counts?”
“Hmmm.....well there’s the obvious ways like kneeing the nuts, or kicking in the balls. You can punch or elbow or...” Pat smiled and bared her teeth, “CHEW!”
Jeff swallowed hard.
“I think I like kicking the best, though. There’s so many things you can do to a man’s nuts with your feet. Here, look at my foot and I’ll explain.” Pat placed her foot gently in her son’s outstretched hands. Jeff was in heaven. He couldn’t believe he was actually holding his mother’s foot! He had dreamed about this moment for so long, and it was finally coming true! He struggled to hide his excitement as he fondled his mother’s foot. “Take for example my toes. If I were to kick you dead on in the ballsack with the front of my toes, “said Patricia as she wiggled her red painted toes, “I would very probably sever the cords attaching your balls to your body with my sharp toenails. Or look at the top of my foot, or the ball of my foot.” Pat shoved her sole to within inches of Jeff’s face so he could closely examine the correct areas. His mother’s foot was so close he could smell the sweet odor they gave off. “I could, if done right, kick you with these areas and burst your nuts. Or there is my bare heel. Feel how hard it is.” Jeff caressed her heel, lovingly stroking what could potentially be a dangerous weapon. “If I get one of your nuggets trapped between my bare heel and your pelvic bone, I could quite literally POP your nut! The result for all three scenarios is the same...no babies for sonny-boy!” Pat laughed again and pulled her foot away.
“Speaking of popping nuts, have you ever popped a guy’s nuts before?”
“Of course, more times than I can remember! Back in high school most of us girls were pretty sadistic, I guess. We actually formed a secret ball-busting club. Most of us members were cheerleaders, which came in handy since we all had powerful legs for kicking. Well in order to be a member of the club you had to perform an ‘explosion’, as we called it. You had to make some guy into a eunuch. It was really a good time. Mine was with this dork who had a big crush on me. There was a crush all right! This is how I did it.”
Patsy got off the bed again and laid down on her back on the floor. She directed Jeff to stand over her. “Spread your legs again, hon. I got him positioned like this and asked him if he wanted me to do something special to him with my feet. I told him he’d never forget it. He said yes. I took hold of his ankles so he couldn’t pull away and did THIS to him!” Pat grabbed her son’s ankles and then rammed her bare heel up right underneath his sack, stopping just short of making contact. She then twisted her foot from side to side, as if grinding out a cigarette. Jeff looked down to see her sole and toes waving at him as his mother twisted her foot. It was as if she was saying bye bye to his balls.
“What did the guy do?”
“He started crying and making faces. His eyes got real big and his tongue was kind of sticking out of his mouth. I guess I only had one ball between my heel and his bone, so I only popped one. I had to reload, I guess you might say to destroy the other one. I pulled my foot back and rerammed it between his legs. POW! I got the second one! I accused him of attacking me and I got into no trouble. It was great!” Pat got up off the floor and faked a knee to her son’s crotch. Jeff covered up and and backed up slightly. “What’s the matter, Jeff?” She chased him around the room playfully, liftling her knee towards his groin or trying to fake him out with a pretend kick. “I’ll REALLY show you what busting balls is about!” His mother kept laughing at Jeff’s embarassment with the situation. But Patsy eventually sat down on the bed again, waiting for whatever her son had to say next. Jeff was so turned on at this point that he could no longer wait to make his final statements and see what happened.
“Well Mom, I guess that should do it.”
“Over all ready? I was just getting started!” laughed mom.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get kicked in the balls,” said Jeff, waiting for a response.
“You’ve NEVER been kicked in the balls at school or something? EVER?” said his Mom increduously.
“Nope. And I don’t think it could possibly hurt as much as they show in the movies.”
“I think you’d be surprised. I’ve kicked ALOT of boys in the balls and they ALWAYS cry and make those funny noises, just like in the movies.”
“I still don’t know. I wouldn’t mind taking a kick, at least once, just to know what to watch out for. I should probably know what I’m talking about for my video if nothing else.” Jeff took a deep breath and stumbled into his question. “Mom, do you think maybe YOU could kick me? It’s just that I REALLY want to know what it feels like, and I figure it’d be safest if I got kicked here at home. After all, you have alot of ball-kicking experience and you’d make sure that if I did get hurt bad you could get me to help quickly. So...would you kick me in the balls, Mom...please?”
Jeff’s mother laughed. It was a musical sound. “I never thought I’d hear a guy ASK me to kick him in the balls! Well, I guess so. I’m warning you though, it’s gonna hurt real bad.”
“That’s okay, I’ll take my chances.”
“Well what do you want? Should I knee your nuts? That will hurt less than kicking.”
“No, I think I want the kick.”
“Brave man.....or should I say STUPID man!” laughed Patsy. “Barefoot or with shoes? I could kick you with my high heels...they’re VERY pointy though! How about my candies? That would hurt BAD!”
“I think I’d like it barefoot. I don’t want to take TOO many chances”
Both mother and son laughed. “Okay, Jeff, spread your legs a little for me. Yes, like that. I want to make sure I get your balls on the first try...BOTH balls! Maybe you want to close your eyes for this.”
“No I want to watch!” said Jeff excitedly. Patricia only smiled.
Mother and son stood facing each other. Son stood with his legs spread...mother stood with her right leg cocked back slightly, like a pistol waitng to go off. “Here goes!!!” Then it happened, Jeff’s lifelong fantasy now a reality. His mother swung her gorgeous bare foot forward with great speed and accuracy, up between her son’s legs, up between her son’s balls. Patsy’s foot made a loud firm sounding ‘SMACK’, and she could actually see her’s son’s balls compress in his tight pants and sort of try to escape her foot by each ball oozing over the sides of her foot. There was no escape though, and his balls erupted in fire by the ferocity of his mother’s kick. Patsy lowered her leg and watched her son’s reaction closely. She smiled as at first his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Then his eyes started to water and quiet, soft high-pitched wailing emanated from his open mouth. He slowly started to slump to the ground and as he fell he started to cry in earnest and whisper, “My balls, my balls.....ohhhhh my balls!” Jeff curled up in the fetal position as his mother watched. Patsy looked on, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and pride at how well she had kicked him. Jeff couldn’t believe the pain he was in and thought he would die from the pain. He could hear his mother chuckling to herself and he remembered that she thought this sort of thing was funny. Patsy waited by her son’s side for half an hour before the pain had gone down enough that he could crawl over to the bed and drag himself up to a sitting position.
“Was it everything you hoped for, son?” asked Patricia with the biggest shit-eatting grin he had ever seen.
“Ohhhh,” moaned Jeff softly as he rubbed his swollen nutsack, “I can’t believe you kicked me so hard. You’re my MOM!”
“Hey, don’t forget that you asked to be kicked instead of kneed! Now you can tell ME something. What does it feel like?”
“It’s like the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I wished I didn’t even have balls they hurt so bad! The pain was like all over and seemed to be mostly in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t hardly breathe and all I could do was cry. It hurt SOOOO bad!!!”
Patsy smiled, content with the answer. “I didn’t pop a ball, did I?” She tried but couldn’t conceal her smile. The thought of popping a guys balls...even her son’s balls was very amusing to her.
“No, I think I’m gonna be alright.”
“You’ll be walking funny and talking funny for awhile though!”
Again mother and son laughed together.
“Thanks Mom!”
“You’re welcome, son!”
Suddenly they both heard the backdoor open and heard a pair of high heels come click-clacking across the wooden floors. Jeff looked up to see his sister, Jenny standing in the doorway smiling. She was looking down at her brother.
“What the fuck happened here? You look like you just been kicked in the balls!” said his sister with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
“Your brother DID just get kicked in the balls. I was showing him what it was like to be kicked.”
“All you had to di was ask ME, stupid,” said Jenny, “I would have GLADLY kicked you in the nutsack! What do you say? Are you up for seconds?” His sister kneed an imaginary man in the balls as they all laughed.
“I’ve got a great idea! Why don’t you also interview your sister! Then let her kick you too! This way you’ll be sure that it wasn’t just mom that can hurt your balls like that, but all women!”
Both women smiled down at Jeff and he smiled back. They both stood now in front of him and dangled their feet in his face, slowly lowering their feet down to his vulnerable crotch. Mom rested the ball of her bare foot on one nut, while his sister placed the toe of her high heel on the other ball.
“What do you say, Jeff? Double nut crunch?” asked his sister.
“Do you realize that if we slip, Jeff, we’ll completey pop and crush your balls?” said his mother between fits of laughter. “My son won’t be having any babies!”
“Well, Jeff, what do we do?”
Jeff looked up at the two smiling faces above him and smiled back, his face flushed in embarassment. What would he do?
By Caligula
Jeff was in love with his mother Patricia’s feet. He was 18, she was 38. They were absolutely gorgeous as far as he was concerned. He often fantasized about licking her size 8 soles and sucking on her big toes. Aside from having a foot fetish for his mom’s feet, he also kept a much darker secret. He fantasized about having his mother kick him hard in the balls. It was difficult not to get hard around his mother where his ball-busting and foot fetish was concerned. She almost always walked around the house barefoot and because of that her soles tended to develop a sort of shine to them from buffing up against the floor all day and collecting a thin layer of dust over the bottoms. He knew from sniffing and licking the insides of her dozens of pairs of high heels that her feet also smelled and tasted like pure heaven. Patricia also encouraged her son’s hard-ons whenever they watched a movie together and some guy got kicked in the balls. She would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world and say something like “I bet he’s singing soprano now” or “No babies for him”. Jeff was always looking for a way to get his mother to hit his nuts but it didn’t work. He attempted getting in her way or standing behind her hoping she would swing her hand and hit him and even tickling her and standing astride her feet with his legs spread, but nothing worked. But he thought he had finally hit upon an idea that would work. He waited for the weekend, when he knew his mother would be lounging around the house barefoot to ask his question. Pat was in her bedroom sitting up on her bed, dangling her soles over the edge, wiggling her toes seductively. Jeff’s penis saluted her feet. His tight fitting jeans managed to control the size of his member to a small extent. Pat looked up ate her son and looked at him quizically. He had a videocamera with him that he proceeded to set up.
“What’s the camera for, Jeff?”
Now was time to see if his made up story would pass muster. “Well we got this project at school. I have to interview someone for my gym class and put it on videotape. Afterwards we all share our videos with the rest of the class. Each video has to do with an aspect of self-defense. I figured I’d interview you. Everyone always says you look good for your age and sometimes mistake us for boyfriend/girlfriend, so I thought you’d have had to protect yourself at one time or another from some guy.”
His mother laughed and flexed her soles, Jeff’s erection grew a tiny bit. “Well I have had to hurt a few guys come to think of it. Alright, I’ll be your guinea pig.”
Jeff set the videotape to rolling and made sure he captured the whole room in the view. (After he got a few closeups of his mother’s soft shiny soles, of course.) He took up a position opposite her feet on the bed, making sure his legs were slightly spread and her feet were somewhat positioned in the V his legs made.
“Whenever you’re ready,” said Patricia.
Jeff took a deep breath, swallowed hard and proceeded to ask his first question. “Have you ever kicked a man in the balls, Mom?”
His mother laughed again. “You better believe I’ve kicked some balls in my time! There are alot of guys out there wearing their balls for earrings because of me.”
Jeff’s penis twitched in his pants. “I guess we should probably start at the beginning with this. Where did you first learn about the sensitivity of a male’s testicles?”
“Hmmm...well one of my friends when I was about 12 had a sister a few years older than us and she told us both about kicking a man where it counts if you want to stay safe. We didn’t really understand why kicking a man there would cause him pain but my friend Grace had a pet dog. Her dog, Max, was a big mutt with even bigger balls. Well, Grace put a muzzle on her dog and we took him down to the basement where we knew we’d be alone. Grace distracted Max from the front as she said it was kind of gross to be touching a dog’s balls. So I went around behind the poor dog and took his big nuts in my hand. I kind of rolled them around and Max actually seemed to be enjoying that. So I figured ‘fuck this, I’m trying to find out why balls hurt, not trying to make this dog feel good’. I got pissed off and squeezed. I don’t even think we needed that muzzle as the dog just yelped and went down to the ground.” Pat laughed at the memory. “Well I kept squeezing because I thought this was the funniest thing. Well one of Max’s nuts slipped out of my hand and now all my strength was being used on just one ball. Next thing you know, I feel cartilage go ‘SQUICK’ and Max’s big nut just pops right in my hand.” Patricia clenched her fist as if Max’s ball was still in there. Jeff sighs wistfully. “Well anyway, Max is lying there whimpering like he just lost his best friend when we remembered that Grace’s older sister said to ‘kick’ guys in the balls. So we waited for Max to feel a little better and the I called him over like I was trying to be all nice after hurting his baby-makers. Well, that stupid fucking dog comes running over wagging his tail and jumps up on me, standing on his two back legs. Well what’s a girl to do? I kicked him square in the balls! I apparently did enough damage that Grace’s mother had to take Max to the vet so they could finish the castration job that I started.”
“You mean they...”
“...cut his balls off? You bet they did!” laughed Pat. “Grace and I never laughed so hard as we did when we found out that they actually cut the dog's nuts right off! SNIP! SNIP!” Patricia made a ‘snipping’ motion with two of her fingers, imitating a pair of scissors. Jeff ‘s erection was almost becoming painful. Patsy again wiggled her soft toes and wrinkled her shiny soles. “So that’s how your mom learned about balls.” She smiled at her son.
“When was the first time you actually used this technique on a human male?”
“It wasn’t too long after the incident with Max, actually. I was so fascinated by balls that I just HAD to try kicking a boy at school! I wondered if a boy’s balls would pop as easily as a dog’s. There was this guy at school that used to tease the shit out of me at recess, so one day I had him chase me around a corner where noone could see what I was going to do. I didn’t even wait for him to stop running towards me. I just lifted my leg and.....wait, why don’t I show you. After all, you’re taping this and this will show HOW I kicked that boy.”
Jeff couldn’t believe his luck! Was he finally going to get his wish? He hadn’t expected his mother to volunteer to bust his balls. He thought he’d have to use the plan he originally had intended to use but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
Jeff and Patsy stood up facing each other. “Spread your legs a little bit.” Jeff did as he was told. “Well, the guy came at me and I lifted my leg, smashing my foot, RIGHT into his balls like this!” Suddenly Patricia DID lift her leg, her foot flying upwards with blinding speed towards her son’s nutsack, and.....nothing. Patricia’s foot stopped not more than half an inch from the bulge of balls in her son’s pants. Jeff let out a small squeak, almost as if he really had been kicked, and rose up onto his tiptoes. Patsy laughed. “What’s the matter? Afraid mom might pop a ball? Well anyway, that’s what happened. The boy just kind of stood there for a few seconds with his mouth hanging open. Then he started making funny noises and the little baby started crying and holding himself. He fell down real slow and lay there. I just watched and laughed at him, asking how much it hurt. I got into trouble, but it was worth it!”
Pat went back to sitting on the bed, dangling the foot which had just nearly crushed her son’s nuts. Jeff stood there, trying to control the urges he was feeling for his mother’s feet. After taking a few deep breaths, he too returned to the bed. “Well mom, I can see why he was making funny noises!” Jeff tried to laugh it off. “So what do you think is the best way to get a guy where it counts?”
“Hmmm.....well there’s the obvious ways like kneeing the nuts, or kicking in the balls. You can punch or elbow or...” Pat smiled and bared her teeth, “CHEW!”
Jeff swallowed hard.
“I think I like kicking the best, though. There’s so many things you can do to a man’s nuts with your feet. Here, look at my foot and I’ll explain.” Pat placed her foot gently in her son’s outstretched hands. Jeff was in heaven. He couldn’t believe he was actually holding his mother’s foot! He had dreamed about this moment for so long, and it was finally coming true! He struggled to hide his excitement as he fondled his mother’s foot. “Take for example my toes. If I were to kick you dead on in the ballsack with the front of my toes, “said Patricia as she wiggled her red painted toes, “I would very probably sever the cords attaching your balls to your body with my sharp toenails. Or look at the top of my foot, or the ball of my foot.” Pat shoved her sole to within inches of Jeff’s face so he could closely examine the correct areas. His mother’s foot was so close he could smell the sweet odor they gave off. “I could, if done right, kick you with these areas and burst your nuts. Or there is my bare heel. Feel how hard it is.” Jeff caressed her heel, lovingly stroking what could potentially be a dangerous weapon. “If I get one of your nuggets trapped between my bare heel and your pelvic bone, I could quite literally POP your nut! The result for all three scenarios is the same...no babies for sonny-boy!” Pat laughed again and pulled her foot away.
“Speaking of popping nuts, have you ever popped a guy’s nuts before?”
“Of course, more times than I can remember! Back in high school most of us girls were pretty sadistic, I guess. We actually formed a secret ball-busting club. Most of us members were cheerleaders, which came in handy since we all had powerful legs for kicking. Well in order to be a member of the club you had to perform an ‘explosion’, as we called it. You had to make some guy into a eunuch. It was really a good time. Mine was with this dork who had a big crush on me. There was a crush all right! This is how I did it.”
Patsy got off the bed again and laid down on her back on the floor. She directed Jeff to stand over her. “Spread your legs again, hon. I got him positioned like this and asked him if he wanted me to do something special to him with my feet. I told him he’d never forget it. He said yes. I took hold of his ankles so he couldn’t pull away and did THIS to him!” Pat grabbed her son’s ankles and then rammed her bare heel up right underneath his sack, stopping just short of making contact. She then twisted her foot from side to side, as if grinding out a cigarette. Jeff looked down to see her sole and toes waving at him as his mother twisted her foot. It was as if she was saying bye bye to his balls.
“What did the guy do?”
“He started crying and making faces. His eyes got real big and his tongue was kind of sticking out of his mouth. I guess I only had one ball between my heel and his bone, so I only popped one. I had to reload, I guess you might say to destroy the other one. I pulled my foot back and rerammed it between his legs. POW! I got the second one! I accused him of attacking me and I got into no trouble. It was great!” Pat got up off the floor and faked a knee to her son’s crotch. Jeff covered up and and backed up slightly. “What’s the matter, Jeff?” She chased him around the room playfully, liftling her knee towards his groin or trying to fake him out with a pretend kick. “I’ll REALLY show you what busting balls is about!” His mother kept laughing at Jeff’s embarassment with the situation. But Patsy eventually sat down on the bed again, waiting for whatever her son had to say next. Jeff was so turned on at this point that he could no longer wait to make his final statements and see what happened.
“Well Mom, I guess that should do it.”
“Over all ready? I was just getting started!” laughed mom.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get kicked in the balls,” said Jeff, waiting for a response.
“You’ve NEVER been kicked in the balls at school or something? EVER?” said his Mom increduously.
“Nope. And I don’t think it could possibly hurt as much as they show in the movies.”
“I think you’d be surprised. I’ve kicked ALOT of boys in the balls and they ALWAYS cry and make those funny noises, just like in the movies.”
“I still don’t know. I wouldn’t mind taking a kick, at least once, just to know what to watch out for. I should probably know what I’m talking about for my video if nothing else.” Jeff took a deep breath and stumbled into his question. “Mom, do you think maybe YOU could kick me? It’s just that I REALLY want to know what it feels like, and I figure it’d be safest if I got kicked here at home. After all, you have alot of ball-kicking experience and you’d make sure that if I did get hurt bad you could get me to help quickly. So...would you kick me in the balls, Mom...please?”
Jeff’s mother laughed. It was a musical sound. “I never thought I’d hear a guy ASK me to kick him in the balls! Well, I guess so. I’m warning you though, it’s gonna hurt real bad.”
“That’s okay, I’ll take my chances.”
“Well what do you want? Should I knee your nuts? That will hurt less than kicking.”
“No, I think I want the kick.”
“Brave man.....or should I say STUPID man!” laughed Patsy. “Barefoot or with shoes? I could kick you with my high heels...they’re VERY pointy though! How about my candies? That would hurt BAD!”
“I think I’d like it barefoot. I don’t want to take TOO many chances”
Both mother and son laughed. “Okay, Jeff, spread your legs a little for me. Yes, like that. I want to make sure I get your balls on the first try...BOTH balls! Maybe you want to close your eyes for this.”
“No I want to watch!” said Jeff excitedly. Patricia only smiled.
Mother and son stood facing each other. Son stood with his legs spread...mother stood with her right leg cocked back slightly, like a pistol waitng to go off. “Here goes!!!” Then it happened, Jeff’s lifelong fantasy now a reality. His mother swung her gorgeous bare foot forward with great speed and accuracy, up between her son’s legs, up between her son’s balls. Patsy’s foot made a loud firm sounding ‘SMACK’, and she could actually see her’s son’s balls compress in his tight pants and sort of try to escape her foot by each ball oozing over the sides of her foot. There was no escape though, and his balls erupted in fire by the ferocity of his mother’s kick. Patsy lowered her leg and watched her son’s reaction closely. She smiled as at first his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Then his eyes started to water and quiet, soft high-pitched wailing emanated from his open mouth. He slowly started to slump to the ground and as he fell he started to cry in earnest and whisper, “My balls, my balls.....ohhhhh my balls!” Jeff curled up in the fetal position as his mother watched. Patsy looked on, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and pride at how well she had kicked him. Jeff couldn’t believe the pain he was in and thought he would die from the pain. He could hear his mother chuckling to herself and he remembered that she thought this sort of thing was funny. Patsy waited by her son’s side for half an hour before the pain had gone down enough that he could crawl over to the bed and drag himself up to a sitting position.
“Was it everything you hoped for, son?” asked Patricia with the biggest shit-eatting grin he had ever seen.
“Ohhhh,” moaned Jeff softly as he rubbed his swollen nutsack, “I can’t believe you kicked me so hard. You’re my MOM!”
“Hey, don’t forget that you asked to be kicked instead of kneed! Now you can tell ME something. What does it feel like?”
“It’s like the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I wished I didn’t even have balls they hurt so bad! The pain was like all over and seemed to be mostly in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t hardly breathe and all I could do was cry. It hurt SOOOO bad!!!”
Patsy smiled, content with the answer. “I didn’t pop a ball, did I?” She tried but couldn’t conceal her smile. The thought of popping a guys balls...even her son’s balls was very amusing to her.
“No, I think I’m gonna be alright.”
“You’ll be walking funny and talking funny for awhile though!”
Again mother and son laughed together.
“Thanks Mom!”
“You’re welcome, son!”
Suddenly they both heard the backdoor open and heard a pair of high heels come click-clacking across the wooden floors. Jeff looked up to see his sister, Jenny standing in the doorway smiling. She was looking down at her brother.
“What the fuck happened here? You look like you just been kicked in the balls!” said his sister with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
“Your brother DID just get kicked in the balls. I was showing him what it was like to be kicked.”
“All you had to di was ask ME, stupid,” said Jenny, “I would have GLADLY kicked you in the nutsack! What do you say? Are you up for seconds?” His sister kneed an imaginary man in the balls as they all laughed.
“I’ve got a great idea! Why don’t you also interview your sister! Then let her kick you too! This way you’ll be sure that it wasn’t just mom that can hurt your balls like that, but all women!”
Both women smiled down at Jeff and he smiled back. They both stood now in front of him and dangled their feet in his face, slowly lowering their feet down to his vulnerable crotch. Mom rested the ball of her bare foot on one nut, while his sister placed the toe of her high heel on the other ball.
“What do you say, Jeff? Double nut crunch?” asked his sister.
“Do you realize that if we slip, Jeff, we’ll completey pop and crush your balls?” said his mother between fits of laughter. “My son won’t be having any babies!”
“Well, Jeff, what do we do?”
Jeff looked up at the two smiling faces above him and smiled back, his face flushed in embarassment. What would he do?
Sugar and Spice
This was a story I started but never finished. Anyone care to take a stab at it? Might be worth a trade if it's good.
Sugar and Spice
By: Caligula
Alan was 12 years old and in the 7th grade. He was a bit of a scrawny boy and didn’t make friends easily, unlike his older sister. Kristen had just turned 14 and was in the 8th grade attending the same school as her younger brother. She was a pretty blonde that anyone could see was going to be a real knockout as she got older. Not only did she possess killer legs but she also had big bouncy breasts that made all boys and men drool and lust after. It was lunchtime recess and Alan was spying on his sister. Since he didn’t have many friends he had nothing better to do with his time except to pry into his sister’s business and watch her pretty girlfriends as they gossiped and talked about boys. This day was different however as this time the girls were in the company of a boy that was in Alan’s class…Sam was his name. Sam was well liked by the girls in his class but what were 8th graders doing wasting their time with a 7th grader? Alan watched from a distance as the small group of three girls and Sam sneaked around the side of the school building, well out of sight of the teachers. Alan waited a few minutes before making his own covert move and hiding in his secret spot behind a big leafy bush from where he could watch his sister unobserved. What Alan saw shocked him. His sister was kissing Sam! An 8th grader kissing a 7th grader? It was unheard of! The other two girls, who Alan now recognized as his sister’s friends Carrie and Tracy, moved behind the boy and suddenly grabbed his arms. Sam obviously thought some sort of game was being played as he grinned rather sheepishly and allowed himself to be held. Alan watched, not able to believe the scene that was unfolding before his eyes. Kristen blew Sam a kiss and waved at him, then ran up to the bound boy and kicked him square in the nuts with the toe of her sneaker. Alan bent double at the waist, feeling sympathy pains for poor old Sam. Sam meanwhile collapsed to the ground as if he’d been shot. A high-pitched moan started to escape his lips but was quickly cut short as Tracey planted her ass over his face, muffling his cries for help and pity. With the help of Tracey’s butt they managed to get Sam onto his back where Carrie took her turn nailing the helpless boy in the balls with her foot. Sam went limp under Tracey and she got up, looking down at their victim. All of the girls were laughing and noticed that Sam had passed out. Tracey stomped down on his groin three times with the heel of her shoe, which was followed up by Kristen with one final kick between his splayed legs. This time Kristen’s hand shot to her mouth in a sign of surprise and the other girls asked what happened between fits of laughter.
“It felt funny that time,” said Kristen, “like something popped!”
“Oh shit!” said Carrie, “Let’s get out of here quick!”
Alan remained in hiding, too shocked to move or speak. He watched his sister and her two hot friends run back onto the playground, disappearing into the crowd. It all made sense now. Recently there had been many attacks on the playground of young boys getting kicked in the testicles but no one had stepped forward to name a culprit…not even the victims. Now he knew who the assailant was…his very own sister! Alan looked at the unconscious form of Sam one last time, shuddered slightly, and walked back to the playground determined to tell their mother his sister’s secret and get her in massive trouble.
Sugar and Spice
By: Caligula
Alan was 12 years old and in the 7th grade. He was a bit of a scrawny boy and didn’t make friends easily, unlike his older sister. Kristen had just turned 14 and was in the 8th grade attending the same school as her younger brother. She was a pretty blonde that anyone could see was going to be a real knockout as she got older. Not only did she possess killer legs but she also had big bouncy breasts that made all boys and men drool and lust after. It was lunchtime recess and Alan was spying on his sister. Since he didn’t have many friends he had nothing better to do with his time except to pry into his sister’s business and watch her pretty girlfriends as they gossiped and talked about boys. This day was different however as this time the girls were in the company of a boy that was in Alan’s class…Sam was his name. Sam was well liked by the girls in his class but what were 8th graders doing wasting their time with a 7th grader? Alan watched from a distance as the small group of three girls and Sam sneaked around the side of the school building, well out of sight of the teachers. Alan waited a few minutes before making his own covert move and hiding in his secret spot behind a big leafy bush from where he could watch his sister unobserved. What Alan saw shocked him. His sister was kissing Sam! An 8th grader kissing a 7th grader? It was unheard of! The other two girls, who Alan now recognized as his sister’s friends Carrie and Tracy, moved behind the boy and suddenly grabbed his arms. Sam obviously thought some sort of game was being played as he grinned rather sheepishly and allowed himself to be held. Alan watched, not able to believe the scene that was unfolding before his eyes. Kristen blew Sam a kiss and waved at him, then ran up to the bound boy and kicked him square in the nuts with the toe of her sneaker. Alan bent double at the waist, feeling sympathy pains for poor old Sam. Sam meanwhile collapsed to the ground as if he’d been shot. A high-pitched moan started to escape his lips but was quickly cut short as Tracey planted her ass over his face, muffling his cries for help and pity. With the help of Tracey’s butt they managed to get Sam onto his back where Carrie took her turn nailing the helpless boy in the balls with her foot. Sam went limp under Tracey and she got up, looking down at their victim. All of the girls were laughing and noticed that Sam had passed out. Tracey stomped down on his groin three times with the heel of her shoe, which was followed up by Kristen with one final kick between his splayed legs. This time Kristen’s hand shot to her mouth in a sign of surprise and the other girls asked what happened between fits of laughter.
“It felt funny that time,” said Kristen, “like something popped!”
“Oh shit!” said Carrie, “Let’s get out of here quick!”
Alan remained in hiding, too shocked to move or speak. He watched his sister and her two hot friends run back onto the playground, disappearing into the crowd. It all made sense now. Recently there had been many attacks on the playground of young boys getting kicked in the testicles but no one had stepped forward to name a culprit…not even the victims. Now he knew who the assailant was…his very own sister! Alan looked at the unconscious form of Sam one last time, shuddered slightly, and walked back to the playground determined to tell their mother his sister’s secret and get her in massive trouble.
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