Saturday, March 24, 2007

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The following is a sample from a much longer story that I wrote some time ago. I'm willing to trade the entire story, which is quite graphic and quite long for another new original family ball-busting story. (mom/son, brother/sister, etc) The story submitted MUST be original and family oriented and new. Please do not send me someone else's work. Looking for stories of similar length as to what I wrote in my postings below (Mom's Ball-Busting Videos Inc and Paying My Sister Part 2) paragraph long submissions will be ignored I'm afraid. Email submissions to:

I know this hasn't been popular in the past for me to ask for trades but I don't see the types of stores I like to read very often and this is my way of building up a database of stories for a future website similar to the one I operated in the past. I look forward to reading your stories!!!!!

.......The next day was Saturday, and the family was enjoying a day in the backyard. Felice was sunning herself on a lawn chair, her sunglasses covering her closed eyes. Of a sudden she heard a pause in the normal commotion of her children’s antics followed by stifled giggles and a squeak and soft moan. She opened her eyes and took in the activity happening not more than 20 feet from her, being careful not to let her children know she had opened her eyes or was aware of their mischief. (she had her sunglasses on and her eyes were shielded from view)

Jeff was standing bent over with his hands trying to cover his crotch but Katie holding his arms from behind and preventing him from doing so, his eyes looking pleadingly for his mother to awaken and intervene. Sabrina stood in front of him also watching their mother for some sign of movement. Felice scanned down Sabrina’s body to her feet to see she was wearing firm jogging shoes, as was Katie. Ouch! That must have hurt, thought Felice. It was obvious that Sabrina had just initiated Jeff into the pain of being kicked in the balls, and now all eyes were looking in her direction to see if she would get involved. She decided to pretend to still be asleep and see where things would go.

Sabrina turned back to her brother and let loose with another kick to Jeff’s balls. She got him dead on with the toe of her jogger and he fell to the ground. Now Katie stepped over her brother’s prostate form and launched a kick to his nuts, scoring a direct hit. The girls now alternated kicking Jeff in his balls and only stopped when he vomited on the ground. They both looked at each other and said in unison, “Gross!” and went back to kicking his nuts over and over and over again. Jeff wasn’t even moving anymore but just lay there, accepting the kicks as if his body were a lifeless sack of sand.

Felice made a mental note to tell her daughters to go easy on their brother’s balls in future but for right now just watched in contentment as her children all played together.

Eventually, after about 20 minutes of kicking Jeff nonstop in the balls, the girls tired of the ballgame and ran happily into the house to enjoy the air conditioning and talk to each other about how fun it was to bust their brother’s balls. Felice waited a good 10 minutes before getting out of her seat and walking over to her son. He was breathing regularly and so she left him there, his face resting in his own puke, and she walked away with her flip-flops slapping the bottoms of her feet and also went inside the house........

Mom's Ball-Busting Videos, Inc.

Mom's Ball-Busting Videos, Inc.

By: Caligula

Jeff and his mother Patricia had fallen on hard times after his father had died seven years before. All of the money they had inherited was just about used up and Patricia was becoming increasedly worried about their financial situation. Trying to pay for her 20 year old son's college expenses was draining her monetarily and emotionaly as well.
Jeff spent alot of time surfing the internet and browsing the porno sites. These were no ordinary porno sites, these were sites dealing with women kicking men in the balls. Oh how he loved to look at the photos and had even ordered and watched several videos with guys getting kicked in the nuts. His fantasies were a bit darker, however, as he was most turned on by thoughts of his own mother kicking him in the groin. There was something even more humiliating about geting hit 'down there' by your own mother. It got him rock hard when he thought about his mother laughing about ball-pain...especially his ball-pain. He couldn't understand why the idea of his mom busting his balls turned him on more than the idea of other women doing the same, but he was stuck with his peculiar fetish. And how horrible for him that the object of his affections was so close all the close and yet so far. He was always admiring her bare feet and legs, trying desperately to get close to them. The closest Jeff had come so far was the night she had come home from work complaining about how much her feet hurt her. She relaxed on the sofa with her son, sitting at the opposite end when she suddenly swung her legs up and plopped her feet in his lap, nearly racking him right then and there. "Rub my feet, " she playfully ordered and wiggled her stinky toes under his nose. Jeff fondly remembered the musky odor of her feet and how hard it made him. He rubbed her feet for quite a while before telling her she'd just have to deal with the pain and playfull tossing her tantalizing feet to the ground. Patricia then said, "I'd be careful if I were you, " as she brought her bare feet back into Jeff's lap, "cause my feet not only smell lethal, they ARE lethal! And unless you want me to kick your balls into outer space, you'll keep rubbing!" He remembered her laughing at his red, blushing face and how he eagerly went back to massaging her tired peds. He almost masturbated himself raw on several occasions reliving that moment in his mind. It was a guilty pleasure, but no more so than indulging in chocolates or cigarettes. He overheard his mother more than a few times on the phone with his Aunt Therese, talking in very upset tones about not knowing what they were going to do for money and how they might have to sell the house. Jeff loved his mother very much and decided to come up with a way to make money to save their home.

Patricia waited for Jeff to go off to college for the day before beginning what would be a very painful process. She finally came to the conclusion that she would have to start selling off some of her dead husband's possessions if her and her son were to survive. Taking a deep breath, she opened up the closet where her husband's things were kept. As she rummaged through the items, weeping at times, smiling at others, she noticed some items were missing. She could only assume that Jeff had taken some of his things as a momento and had hid them away in his closet. Patricia went to her son's room and started going through his stuff when she came across her boy's old high school backpack, which was full of something. Thinking she would find her husband's missing items, she looked in the backpack only to find several videotapes. The fact that the videotapes were unmarked and hidden should have raised a red flag with her, but perhaps to due her hightened emotional state at going through her deceased loved one's personal effects screwed up her judgement. She inserted a tape into her son's VCR and hit play. She was shocked and upset. A woman popped up on the screen wearing a short mini-skirt and high heels. There was a bound man tied spreadeagle to a sort of X type table with his genitals bound tightly in some sort of leather pouch. Patricia got a slight tingle between her legs viewing the enormous bulge the man sported. So her son was watching pornos. That was normal enough she guessed, but why was this man tied up? She got her answer when the woman ran forward and kicked the man square in the nuts with the pointy toe of her shoe. The man bellowed in pain while the woman just smiled at him. Patsy bent over slightly, her hands moving to her crotch involuntarily in sympathy of the man's pain. She found herself chuckling softly. How could any woman NOT laugh at a man getting kicked in the balls?!? Then she remembered that her son was watching these tapes for sexual pleasure. It confused her greatly and her emotions were all torn up inside. Regular porno she could understand. Heck, she had even watched some herself in her day, but this was different. This was...sick, was the only word she could come up with. She should have stopped herself then and there, but she continued to watch the video and even popped in a few others, just to see if they were all similar. They were. She then turned her attention to her son's closet once again, and found a few other interesting items...HER shoes!!! There were three different pairs of her well worn high heels. She could smell her foot sweat in the shoes as she picked them up. She thought she had lost them long ago and had wondered at the time if she might be losing her mind that she couldn't find her shoes. This appaled her even more than the videos. Was her son fantasizing in some way about her? About her feet? About her kicking kim in the balls? She cried just a little bit. What was she feeling? Disappointment in her son? Failure as a mom? She really didn't know.

Jeff rushed home from school and tossed his car keys and books on the kitchen table and called out to his mother. "Mom, I'm home!"
"Come in here." His mother called quietly to him from the living room.
Jeff walked in and saw hi mother looking down towards the ground, unable or unwilling to meet his eyes. He thought for sure she was going to discuss money problems with him again. That always depressed her. He was wrong.
"Would you care to tell me what these are?" asked his mother in a hushed tone as she extended her arm, pointing to the itmes arranged on the coffee table. Jeff's eyes bugged out of his head and his heart started pounding wildly in his chest. Oh my goodness, he thought, she found the shoes and videos...which meant she probably watched the videos...if she put two and two together.....
"I saw the videos. I don't understand. Please help me to understand. What are you doing with my shoes? What do my shoes have to do with these videos? Please...I need you to help me with this. I can't deal with this shit right now...we've got too many problems with money..." His mother trailed off as her body was racked with sobs.
Jeff was feeling lightheaded and wished he was dreaming. Damn, she knew. She knew the whole thing. He looked at his mother crying softly on the sofa yet was unable to go and hug her to make her feel better. Was there a way to make her feel better? He was so humiliated, except this wasn't the kind of humiliation he fantasized about.
"And what did you pay for these filthy videos...fifty, sixty, seventy dollars a tape? And when we're so desperate for money!"
That struck a cord with Jeff. But could he get his mother to go for it? He was definitely on to something here, but first he had alot of explaining to do.
"Mom, there's nothing to be so upset about." He sat down with his mother on the sofa and tried to be brave, which was difficult as he was stripped bare with little or no dignity left. "I guess let's start with the tapes. You know, everyone's got urges. Everyone has something that turns them on. It's just that some of us have fetishes, stuff outside the norm that do it for us. So what if I like to watch women kicking men. Some people like fat women or tall women or threesomes or whatever. Now nobody gets all upset when a guy says hey check out the big booty on that piece of piggy pie!" Jeff's mother laughed in spite of the situation. That was a good sign, thought Jeff. "Now nobody talks about masturbation or stuff, which is why people HIDE this kind of shit. About the shoes..." Patricia looked down again after glancing at her shoes on the table. "Well, I also like women's feet. Now I know it's going to bug you to here me say it, but you have really nice feet, Mom, and I can't help but be turned on by them. I can't explain why, but the thought of smelling my mother's feet, or licking them or rubbing them is a fetish I have, just like liking fat women." As he explained this to her, he picked up one of her heels and sniffed inside it, then reached down and took hold of her foot, cupping the bare sole in his hand. Patricia pulled her foot away.
"And do you think about me kicking you...down there. Do you want me to say things to you like in the videos? Like hey I'm gonna make it so you can't have babies, or how would you like me to crack your nuts?" Jeff blushed and looked away momentarily.
"Yes, I think about that stuff. Part of it is that I like the humiliation of the situation."
"I just don't know. How can I watch a movie with you anymore. Every time we see a movie where a guy gets hit in the balls, I'll wonder if you're imagining me and you in that situation and I'll be uncomfortable."
"Well, I can't say that won't happen but how am I different as a person? I still love you and I hope you still love me. It's just that I'm different when it comes to my sexual tastes."
"Of course I still love you, Jeff. And I guess it's better than you telling me you're gay." She chuckled a bit as did Jeff. Maybe this was going to go alright after all. "The hardest part is the fact that you think about ME doing these things to you."
"I have an idea how maybe I could make this a little less uncomfortable for you."
"And how's that? Are you going to suggest that I kick you in the balls to desensitize me to...what is this stuff called?"
"...desensitize me to ball-busting?"
"Of course not, mom. I was just going to say, why don't you watch a video with me. There's no nudity or anything, just a guy getting kicked in the groin. Heck, we see it all the time in Hollywood flicks and America's Funniest Home Videos. It's just that this is MORE ball-busting and intentional."
"I don't know if this is a good idea. Sex isn't something a mother and son should share."
"Who's talking about sex? This is just like you explaining to me the birds and the bees, except I'm explaining them to you now. And if you want us to get past this, then I think this is the way to do it."
That actually made alot of sense to Patricia and so she agreed. Jeff was slowly reeling her in now that he baited the hook. They sat there and watched the first video, both of them feeling very uncomfortable and neither saying much. By the third video, Patricia was chuckling with some of the harder or more creative kicks and Jeff was grabbing his own groin and letting out little ooohhhs and ughs as the man on the video was kicked and kneed. It was funny how by the time they had made it into the fifth video, how little it seemed to matter to either of them that they were watching a fetish video together and in fact Patricia had moved her fet up onto the sofa and let them rest near Jeff's legs. Eventually Jeff made an even bolder move and pulled his mother's feet into his lap and started to massage them. At first he thought his mother would pull away as she had done earlier when he touched her feet, but she looked at him for a moment before nodding a silent okay. She obviously wanted Jeff to get past fantasizing about her feet and didn't want this standing between them. Jeff even lifted his mother's foot to his nose and gave a deep sniff.
"Whooeee! These little feet smell!" he joked.
"Well you're the one who wanted to smell them! Don't expect me to be running around here washing my feet all the time just in case you want a whiff!" she joked back.
"Do you think I could lick the sole just once to see what they taste like?" asked Jeff timidly with a sheepish grin.
Pat looked thoughtful for a moment and considered saying no and that it was going too far. But after a brief pause, she smiled and said, "Okay, BUT ONLY THIS ONE TIME!"
Jeff was in fetish heaven. He stuck his tongue out and took full advantage of the situation by placing it at the base of her heel and pulling it slowly up her smooth smelly sole and flicked it off her big toe. Patricia laughed as it tickled like crazy. Jeff then picked up her other foot and prepared to lick it as well.
"Whoa! I said ONCE!" Patricia yelped.
"Once per foot!" retorted Jeff as he pulled his mom's foot back into place and gave it an equally wet and messy lick.
"Do you do that with my shoes too?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then why did you need to lick the real things? You already know what my feet taste like if you've licked those smelly shoes."
"Well I'd always be thinking about your feet if I never got the chance to 'do' the real things. Now we can move beyond all this, see?"
"Well yes, but what about me kicking you in the balls? I'm definitely not gonna do that, so how do we move beyond that?"
"Well, I think I've got a way to get us out of our money problems, " said Jeff. Patricia said nothing but listened intently but with a bit of distrust as she assumed it had something to do with her feet and his balls. Although she had to admit, he gave one damn good footrub. Jeff continued, "Like you said, these videos are expensive. I paid seventy dollars apiece for most of them. Now here's my idea. I've got access to a digital camera, and it won't cost much to dub the tapes and there are TONS of guys out there on the various web sites who's pay seventy dollars easy to see a video of a mother kicking her son in the balls. We could make a killing, and at the same time we can move past my whole mom/son ball-busting fetish. We win both ways! Well, what do you think?"
Patricia just sat there enjoying the massage her feet were getting. What should she do? What Jeff was asking her just shouldn't be done. Film a porno with her son? She could definitely use the money though. "I'm going to have to think about this overnight. I'll let you know at breakfast." She got up off the sofa and retrieved all her heels from the coffee table. "And I think I'll take these with me." She said with a smile. Jeff blushed and gave her an 'Aw shucks!'.
"Sure you don't want me to give your feet a goodnight kiss?" he asked as a joke, but half hoping she would say okay.
"No I don't think that will be necessary." And she went up the stairs, her bare soles waving goodnight to her son as she lifted them from step to step.
Jeff collapsed back onto the sofa, proud of himself for getting all that he had to say out sincerely and rationally. Now all he had to do was wait till breakfast.

When Jeff finally came down that next morning, breakfast was waiting for him on the table. He sat near his mother and glanced down to her feet. He was disappointed as she was wearing socks, which was something she normally didn't do around the house. Was this a sign that she had decided not to go ahead with his idea? He was sure he'd have to bring up the video idea, but his mother surprised him by jumping right into the subject.
"About your idea to sell these ball-busting videos.....are you certain you could sell them, or is this just some trick to get me to kick you in the balls on tape so you can watch it over and over again?"
"No, Mom, I swear! I can show you the websites and everything! We'll even go ahead and take a poll to see what kind of potential sales we might get. We can upload a photo of you and see what the ball-busting community says. And it doesn't have to be just one video, we could do a whole series. I mean the possibilities are endless!" Jeff was really getting into it and he hoped his enthusiasm would inspire his mother.
"Well, I want to see a potential sales figure, like you say. I also want to know how we can do this safely so there isn't any permanent damage done to you. I actually might have some ideas about that myself. There will be no nudity on my part whatsoever, and all the proceeds from the videos goes into solving our financial problems. If we can agree to all this, and I see that we can actually sell these videos then we can give it a try. Alright?"

The next few weeks were spent doing research on the net. As promised, Jeff posted photos of his mother in various poses. One had her lifting her knee as if into an imaginary attacker's balls. Another had her performing what would have been a back kick into some guys' nutsack. Another showed her clenching her fist around an imaginary set of testicles while baring her teeth. The response was enormous. Although they got there fair share of e-mails saying a mother busting her son was wrong and that they were sick perverts, Jeff managed to filter most of those into the recycle bin before his mother could see them. They agreed on a price of sixty dollars a video and already had a whole slew of preorders even before they announced a scenario for the movie. Patricia agreed that financially it would work. The next phase was for them to come up with a safe way to act out the ball-busting.
"Well I have this hard plastic cup here which will protect me from anything your feet or knees might do to me, " said Jeff while holding up the protector.
"I thought of that at first myself, but see a couple problems with it. First, if we want to get orders for subsequent videos, we want this to be as real as possible, and quite frankly son, you're not that good of an actor. And second, I might hurt my foot on that hard plastic, and this is your fetish, not mine. If anyone's going through some pain for this, it's you...not me, " she said with a smile.
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she actually suggesting they do this for real?
"So what I'm suggesting is this. Your Aunt Therese is a nurse. If she is here during the filming she can attend to you if I accidentally hurt you too bad. And had you considered who was going to film this little production of ours? She can do that too. This way I can kick you without the fakeness of you wearing protection and we can get the ULTIMATE realism!" She smiled and crossed her arms in triumph. She was very proud that she felt she had solved all the problems. Jeff swallowed and wondered about the possibilities of bringing his aunt in on this. Hmmm.....maybe a mom/aunt/son/nephew video? Now that sounded interesting!
"Sounds good, Mom! Maybe we can even get Auntie Therese to bust my balls, huh?"
Patricia laughed. "Who knows?"
"Now what about a scenario? How do we want to act this out?"
"Well, let's just do something straightforward. We can call the video 'Mom's Introduction to Ball-busting', or something like that. You can stand there while I demonstrate various attacks to the nuts, while everyone gets to see your reaction!" Patricia seemed to be enjoying this.
"Yeah, that will do just fine, mom. Have you asked Auntie Therese about helping yet?"
"Not yet. I'll call her after dinner and see what she says. I'm sure she won't mind though as she always was more than a bit of a feminist!"

As suspected, Therese had no problem with helping out her impoverished relatives, and even found the whole situation of filming a "ball-busting video" quite hilarious. Her sister had explained to her over the phone in intimate detail her son's various fetishes. She couldn't believe he had a thing for licking his mother's shoes. How nasty! She couldn't imagine what would drive someone to want to lick someone else's stinky feet, especially his own mother's. And the ball-kicking thing? Damn her nephew was a sick bastard!
"He even made the comment that maybe we could convince YOU to give him a kick in the balls," said Patricia to her sister with a laugh.
"Well I don't pull any punches, and a kick from me would probably cure him completely of his little fantasies! I'll be afraid to take my shoes off in your house though! Jeff might decide he wants to lick and steal MINE! When do you want to film this?"
"How about this weekend? We should have everything ready that we need, and that will give you the chance to get what you'll need from the hospital. Do you think there is any real possibility of hurting Jeff badly?"
"Oh sure, there's always the chance of rupturing a testicle when kicking someone between the legs."
"Rupturing? That sounds painful!" Jeff's mother sounded worried.
"It's basically like popping the ball. If you kick a set of balls hard enough, and a ball gets caught between your foot and the guy's pubic bone, for example, the nut can get crushed.....explode, rupture, know, pop. It is VERY painful, from what I've seen. I assisted in an operation once a few month's ago where a young boy was accidentally ruptured when his older sister kicked him in the nuts. Apparently the girl's mother taught her how to defend herself and the girl wanted to try the move out on a real guy. Well her brother never saw it coming and POP, one of his balls got squashed! They brought him in on a stretcher. He was holding his groin and crying and wimpering. His mother was siging the papers to get him admitted while his sister just kept looking from his covered testicles to his eyes, grinning the whole time. I thought I would explain to the girl how much damage she had done to her brother. I told her that she had exploded his ball and that if she had exploded both his balls he would talk high-pitched like a girl and would never be able to have babies or sex. I thought that she would realize what she had done and that it would prevent her from doing this to other guys, but the whole time I was talking she just kept smiling and even laughed when I told her her brother wouldn't be able to have sex ever. Well wouldn't you know it, three weeks later her brother was back, this time with TWO broken balls and a grinning, skipping sister tagging along behind the gurney. We were only able to save one ball; the other had to be cut off. I can tell you that when we explained to the mother that we could only save one ball, the sister was listening to the conversation and kept eyeing up her brother's crotch as he limped out of recovery. I'm pretty sure it won't be too long before they're back with another ruptured testicle. That girl won't be happy till she's completey destroyed her brother!"
"Ouch, that poor boy!" said Patricia with genuine sympathy in her voice.
"I don't know. Maybe he deserved to be kicked. Maybe if more boys got kicked in the balls at an early age, and maybe if all boys LOST a testicle to a woman's kick, then we women would be considered more equal in this world. It would show men that we won't be messed with!" Therese was on her soapbox again and Pat just let her talk on. To a small extent, she also shared some of her sister's feelings about the superiority of women over men, just not to the extent of castration of all young boys!
"I don't know. What if Jeff gets popped? Maybe we shouldn't do this after all."
"Well like I said, I know how to fix a rupture. So we should be pretty safe."
"Yeah but that boy you told me about lost one of testicles. You couldn't save both so the operations obviously not foolproof."
"Well the reason that boy lost a nut was that his sister had completely pulverised it. Apparently, from talking to the mother, she walked in and found her daughter standing full weight on her brother's groin. Sounded like she actually crushed the nut under her foot. That's a bit more deliberate and dangerous than just kicking. Otherwise the boy would be alright today."
Patricia and Therese talked for a few more hours about ball-busting and how they would handle the filming Saturday before finally hanging up. Therese, for one, was eagerly awaiting the weekend and the ball-kicking show she would witness.

It seemed to Jeff that Saturday would never arrive, and even once it did finally rear it's head, his aunt was late. When she finally showed up, Jeff was amazed to see how good she looked. When he opened the door, she was standing there wearing high heeled sandals, displaying her beautiful feet as well as a tight fitting crop top shirt, with NO bra underneath. He could clearly see her nipples through the semitransparent fiber. She also wore a short skirt, her asscheeks nearly protruding from the tight fabric. Jeff's mouth hung open as his aunt entered.
"You shouldn't be staring at me like that, Jeff. I'm your aunt! If you're not careful I'LL kick you in the nuts! Hahahahahaha!"
Jeff blushed and looked away in embarassment as his aunt walked into the living room. When Patricia finally came down the stairs, Jeff looked quickly to see what she was wearing for the video. She was barefoot, as he requested, wearing tight denim shorts and tight t-shirt. She looked good, Jeff thought. The video equipment had been set up on a tripod and Therese went to familiarize herself with the controls. She casually asked Jeff to help her learn the systems and purposely held the camera close to her enormous breasts to distract him. Therese caught a slight smile from her sister as she teased her nephew. Eventually they were ready to begin and Jeff and his mother moved uncomfortably in front of the camera.
Therese started the camera rolling and yelled "Action!".
Patsy looked into the camera and smiled. "I'm here to today to demonstrate some self-defense moves and my son here, " she indicated Jeff with a wave of her hand, "is going to help me out. The attacks are going to center on the part of the body known as the groin, and to show you how badly this hurts a man, my son wil not be wearing a cup, right son?"
"Yes, mom."
Patsy walked to her son and placed her hand on his shoulder while reaching down with her other hand to unzip his pants. She tugged the pants down slightly, followed by his briefs to display his naked genitals. She hefted his heavy ballsack in her hand and gently pulled them forward to display for the camera. "See, no protection. When I hit my son in his balls, he will feel all the pain, all the agony." She moved away and Jeff pulled up his underwear and pants, rezipping the trousers.
"The first thing I want to show you is a devastating move. I'm going to front snap kick my son in the balls." Patsy was standing directly acros from her son and Therese zoomed the camera out to capture both participants in the shot. "Ready, Jeff?"
"Yes, mom." Jeff knew he just lost his last chance to back out. But why would he want to? This was his fantasy come true. His mother was about to kick him in the balls with her bare foot. He was so turned on knowing his mother was intentionally going to bust his cherries. Then it happened.
Patricia told herself she wasn't going to go easy on her son. She wouldn't hold back with the kick, she couldn't afford to. This was her last best chance to make the money she so desperately needed and she wasn't going to ruin the chance of a sequel by making the kicks look pulled and fake. She visually eyed up her targets, snuggled safely, for the moment, in her son's tight jeans. Patricia then put a big smile on for the camera and walked briskly forward. As she neared her son she swung her leg forward in a graceful arc, like a dancer, and watched with mild amusement and some concern as the top of her foot made hard contact with her son's balls. She saw him lift up onto his tiptoes to help absorb and soften some of the blow. It didn't work. Patsy watched as Jeff doubled over slightly, his hands clasping his nuts. His eyes were all scrunched up and he was moaning in uneven gasps and saying, "Oh fuck...oh fuck." Patricia almost stopped right then and there, concern for her son almost overwhelming her desire for money. But Jeff, probably realising that his mother might give in, slowly started to straighten out and with difficulty, spread his legs for the next blow. Patricia was proud of how brave her son was. He knows how badly we need the money and is being strong all for her...and maybe a little to satisfy his fetish. Pat turned back to the camera, her hand resting lightly on her heavily breathing son's shoulder.
"As you can see, when I kick my son in the nuts, it causes him a great deal of pain. My next move is a knee to the balls." Patsy looked at her son and she noticed he gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head. She kept her hand on his shoulder and lifted her bare knee up into his groin, eliciting an 'Ooomph!' from Jeff. It didn't hurt as much as the kick, and so Jeff only very slightly bent over. Patricia took this moment to adlib and give her son another knee to the nutsack. This one caught Jeff off guard and he fell to one knee. "If one knee to the goolies doesn't work, give two knees!" said Pat to the camera while holding up two fingers and smiling. "As you can see, my son is now incapacitated with my crushing blows to his manhood. I bet all you young guys out there will be sure to clean your rooms and take out the garbage next time mom says to!"
Jeff felt he wouldn't be able to take much more, and almost called off the whole project. His fantasy was going a bit beyond what he wanted and he was in alot of pain. He hadn't expected that last blow at all and it really stung. But then he thought of how badly his mother needed the money, and how hard she was struggling to put him through college and he slowly got to his feet and spread his legs once again. Aunt Therese was smiling from ear to ear and couldn't believe she was lucky enough to be witness to this event. Oh how she'd love to get a shot in herself. Patricia watched her son rise again and went to stand with her back to him.
"Now, son, I want you to reach around and grab hold of mommy's boobies!" she said with a smile. Jeff knew what was coming and dreaded it. He also knew he was not going to be allowed to get anywhere near mommy's boobies, for as he reached towards her she lifted her foot up and back kicked him in the balls with her bare heel. Again Jeff went down, this time on both knees. "Oohhh that had to hurt!!!" yelled Patsy. "I doubt you'll be able to have kids after that kick from mom, Jeff."
Jeff was indeed embarassed by his mother's taunts, which turned him on slightly but it was hard to think through the pain between his legs. "Next, while my son is on his knees, which is where EVERY man belongs whether he's your son or not, I'm going to give him another kick to the balls. Move your hands, honey, they're only your balls I'm kicking. Don't be such a momma's boy!" Jeff moved his hands away very slowly and kept his eyes focused on his mother's bare feet. Maybe if he focused on how much he loved the smell and feel and taste of his mother's finely sculptured feet he could take the pain better. He was wrong. Again the top of Patsy's foot connected dead on with his groin, and this time she left her foot embedded in his balls. Jeff's mouth opened in a silent scream and his hands reached under his mother's foot to cup her heel in his hands, effectively holding the object of his affections involuntarily in the goods she had just damaged. Jeff started to moan in a high-pitched voice, which was according to the script. What noone but Jeff realized, however, was that the reason Jeff was moaning was that his mother's foot had just kicked his right testicle up in his body, right back into the hole it had originally descended from! That, of course, was NOT in the script, but because mom and aunt were unaware of WHY he was yelling, they kept on going. Patricia was to stick her foot into her son's mouth to stop him from making noise and so she did. She practically gagged her poor son with her stinky foot which she purposely hadn't washed all day just to give her son a little treat for all the ball abuse he would receive. Jeff's cries were muffled as he drooled over his mom's foot and his tongue tickled her toes and the ball of her pretty ped.
"I can't hear myself, son, with you crying like that. Maybe my foot will keep you quiet!" Patricia smiled down at her son and winked at him, thinking it was all part of the plan. She shoved him onto the floor by applying pressure to his head via the foot in his mouth. Jeff gurgled and sputtered, trying to indicate he was injured but his mother paid no attention. She returned her focus to the camera. "That front kick can really change a guy's sexual aggressiveness, know what I mean? No testosterone, no aggression. Too bad all you ladies out there don't have a son to practice on." She pulled her foot out of Jeff's mouth and prepared for the next move. Jeff wasn't cooperating, however, and mumbled out the safe word they had agreed upon.
Pat stopped and stared dumbly at her son for a moment. She had hoped they would get through this without any injuring resulting so when Jeff indicated that he might need medical attention, she was taken by surprise. She had only kicked him a few times so far! They had all understood ahead of time that if medical attention was needed, that the camera would continue to film on it's tripod and that Patricia would stay in character. After all, Therese was here to avert any permanent damage and they didn't want to risk ruining the video. Heck, it might make the video better!
Therese came into camera range and stood beside her sister. Pat introduced her. "This is my sister, and Jeff's aunt, Therese. She's a nurse and it looks like my son has suffered some sort of injury from me kicking his balls into his throat. Do you have anything you'd like to say at this point, Therese?" Although Patricia was offering her sister the opportunity to speak, she was hoping she'd get to tending to her son's medical needs right away.
"Well, sis, I would just like to say that I hope you haven't actually popped your son's balls. That is a VERY painful experience for a man and also very humiliating. I mean look at your son, lying there crying like a baby because you kicked him in the nuts. My goodness that must be humiliating to be kicked in the balls by your own mother, and then to have to suck on her foot! But when you pop a testicle, sis, it actually explodes inside the scrotal sac. It can be repaired, however, allowing for a woman to pop a man's balls over and over again. You could turn a man into a eunuch hundreds of times. Could you imagine that? Most men would want to die if you crushed their balls just once, but to continually repair the damage and then REPOP the nads? Fascinating, isn't it?" The whole time Jeff wriggled on the floor crying and whimpering to himself. When was his aunt going to get around to checking him out?
Therese did finally sink down below her nephew, and together with his mother, removed his pants and underwear enough to inspect the damage. Therese felt Jeff's nutsack and rolled around his left testicle in her fingers. "Well, the left ball seems to be intact, if not a little swollen. The right nut, though, seems to be missing. I don't detect the remains of a testicle so it must have been kicked up into his body. I'm told that is a very painful event. Alot of athletes not wearing protection get this type of injury."
Patricia was relieved that she hadn't popped her son's nut and had only kicked it up into his body. "And how do we fix my son's little ballache?"
"We lift him under the arms and shake him till the testicle plops back down into his sack." The two women then did just that. They grabbed Jeff under the arms and proceeded to shake him like a salt shaker. Finally Jeff let out a yelp and his Aunt Therese reached around to feel for his jewel. "There's the slippery little sucker! Good as new!" Therese patted Jeff's ballbag, causing him to wince and her to laugh, and went back to the camera leaving Pat to assist her son. They decided to leave his pants off to let the testicles breathe and swell nicely. Therese got some nice close-up shots of her nephew's enlarged testes and smiled hoping that her sister would get back to her demonstration. Patricia knew the drill, however, and pulled up a chair in front of her son as had been planned in case her son had been injured. She proceeded to place her odorous foot in her son's face, rubbing it vigorously on his lips and nose. Jeff needed time to recover and this example of female superiority and foot-worshiping was allowing him that time. He inhaled deeply of his mother's foot aroma and even placed a few dry kisses on her salty tasting sole. Eventually he gave a slight nod of his head and Pat knew it was okay to proceed.
"I'd like to now show you a grab-twist-squeeze manuever that I picked up from a self-defense book. This is great, because you can tell exactly how much pressure you're exerting and know instantly the moment you cause damage since you are using your hands to inflict the punishment." Patricia helped Jeff to his feet and cupped his large goodies in her delicate hand. Suddenly her hand clamped tighlty around her son's balls and she squeezed. Jeff whimpered but remained standing. Patsy then twisted Jeff's nuts a half turn and they all heard a cracking noise, like twigs breaking, and Jeff's eyes shot wide open. Patricia giggled and decided to twist the balls in her hands another half turn. Again there was a loud cracking noise and Jeff's eyes were now crossed and his tongue was hanging limply out of the corner of his mouth. "Now for the pull!" And with that Pat pulled up sharply on Jeff's nuts, lifting him up onto his tiptoes. She led him around the room by his balls and since he was on his tiptoes he looked something like a ballet dancer, something Patricia took note of. "You would have been good at ballet, Jeff, and you would have looked good with your package here proudly presented to the ladies in the crowd in those tight pants! Let Mom show you her version of the Nutcracker Suite!" Patricia squeezed the nutmeat package in her hand as hard as she could. More cracking and crunching was heard to the delight of the women. Patricia squeezed till the testicles were pushed to the bottom of the scrotum and protuding nicely, at which point she brought her knee sharply up, squashing her son's manhood. Jeff cried out sharply in a high pitched voice and slumped to his knees in front of his mother. Patricia turned away from her son, did a curtsy to the camera and proceeded to back-kick him in the nuts yet again.
"The last thing I would like to show you is how much pain I can inflict while kicking my son in the balls when I'm wearing my pointy high heel shoes. My beautiful sister, and Jeff's aunt, Therese will assist me." Jeff looked up from the floor when his mother said this as it was not in the script. His aunt was not supposed to get involved but as he saw her come around from the camera and eyed up her sexy bare feet he knew he wanted this no matter how much it would hurt. Patricia and Therese sat in chairs in front of the still filming camera, extending their bare feet and legs toward Jeff as he lay on the ground. Pat indicated the shoes placed behind the chairs to her son. "Jeff will you do the honors? Oh and kiss our feet before you put the shoes on."
Jeff secretly thanked his mother as this also wasn't in the script and she must have known how eager he was to kiss his aunt's feet, not to mention hers again. Jeff picked up his Aunt Therese's right foot and placed a sloppy kiss on the ball of the sole. He wanted to make sure he used his tongue in the kiss so he could taste the sweet salty flavor his aunt's tender soft feet possessed. He did the same with her other foot and then lovingly slipped on her pointy high heels. Jeff then moved to his mother and placed a similar kiss on each of her feet, but didn't stop there. Figuring she wouldn't cause a scene during filming by losing her cool, he decided to lick her soles and even sucked a few of her toes into his mouth, all the while staring her directly in the eyes. He then placed his mother's shiny heels upon her feet and lovingly kissed the dangerous pointy tips. He looked up at her again as she said, "I hope you enjoyed those unauthorized licks of my feet, because you're about to pay dearly for them." She smiled as she said it. Jeff was directed to stand up and spread his legs as Patricia and Therese stood before him, tapping their heels loudly on the hardwood floor. "On three, sis?" asked Patsy.
"I've been hoping I could help. On three, " replied Therese.
The women didn't look at Jeff's face as they were busy making sure they were going to make contact with his ballbag on the first shot, measuring up the distance visually. Had they looked into his eyes, however, they would have noticed a look of fear in his eyes, but a smile on his lips.
Mom and aunt both kicked forward and made simultaneous contact with Jeff's balls. Each hit a nut dead center with the pointy tip of their shoe.
Jeff doubled over slightly, knowing his nuts were now gone, and looked up at his family. His mother and aunt were actually trying to stifle giggles! They obviously knew they had just popped his balls and they were actually smiling and snickering about it! In the brief moment before the pain hit in and Jeff slipped into unconsciousness, he realized how they couldn't know how much pain they had just caused him, how much humiliation he was now enduring, and so of course to women and girls this WAS funny!
Patricia looked at her son and covered her mouth to keep from laughing outright, although her body shook with her silent guffaws. She was torn between being mortified at just castrating her son with her feet, and the hilarity of knowing she had just helped end a man's sex life by kicking him in the balls. This was better than the movies when a guy got hit below the belt, because it was protection or stunt men.
Jeff fell over onto the floor, his face landing on his mother's foot even though he was unconscious and couldn't enjoy the sweaty sole aroma escaping from the side of her shoe. Therese casually walked off camera to take control of the filming and zoomed in on Patricia's smiling face.
"This is the first demonstration in how to bust a man's balls. My sister, the nurse, will fix my son's balls right up and soon we'll be back to filming and bringing you the greatest and ONLY series of family ball-busting videos out there! As for my son? Well at least till we get his balls back from mush, I'm afraid he won't have much of a fetish for mommy's feet anymore! Ta ta!" And she blew a kiss at the camera as Therese panned the lens down to Patsy's once again shoeless feet. She did a final close-up before fading out to black of Patricia's toes probing the squishy remains of her son's nutsack.

To be continued?

Paying My Sister - Part 2

Paying My Sister - Part 2

By Caligula

Jeff was sleeping peacefully in the early morning hours, the morning after he had first propositioned his sister to kick his balls for money. He was sleeping so soundly he didn't hear his slightly older twin sister, Melissa, enter the room. She padded quickly across the room in her barefeet and ever so slowly and quietly climbed up into her brother's bed. She smiled to herself, seeing that he didn't awaken, and placed her smelly barefeet gently on Jeff's nose. Since he slept without blankets, Melissa could see every bit of her brother's body. She noticed that as Jeff was inhaling the salty odor of her feet, his dick was growing to enormous proportions. What a fucking perv, she thought, to be getting an erection from smelling stinky feet! I know how to get rid of that erection! Melissa plucked Jeff's nuggets from within his boxers and held them in her open palm. Time to give Jeff a hand. Melissa then swung her hands together in an attempt to clap, but only a muffled smacking sound came from within her tight grasp. I'm making peanut butter!!! Jeff's body bolted into an upright position and his mouth hung open in shock and pain. It didn't take him long to realize what had happened, although he was having a hard time seeing his sister's pretty face clearly through his tearing eyes.
"Good morning, Jeff, " said Melissa with a sadistic grin. She still hadn't released his sack and was grinding his ballmeat in her cruel grip, rolling his twin orbs around roughly.
Jeff spoke in ragged gasps. "'re my...uuuhhhhh...uuhhh...balls!" He gritted his teeth against the pain.
Melissa spoke casually while she mangled his nuts. "Surely I'm not crushing them. I mean I'd have to squeeze alot harder to actually crush your balls, ya know? I wonder how hard I'd have to squeeze?" Suddenly she let go of his tender nuggets and sat facing him, looking into his tortured eyes.
"I think I should call you 'ball-breaker' or 'nut-cracker' from now on instead of sister." Jeff winced and rubbed his sore testicles.
"That was a freebie you just got so enjoy it. I'm going out shopping but will be back later with some new employees."
"What do you mean, new employees?"
"I'm hiring on some new legs and feet for my new company, Ball-Busters, Incorporated. I'll need some money to pay my new employees and a finder's fee for myself...say $500?"
"$500!?! That's crazy!"
"Trust me, it'll be worth it."
Jeff eased himself off the bed and limped to his stash of money. He grudgingly removed the large sum of cash from the box and handed it into his sister's greedy...and deadly...hands. "What are you going to do?"
"You'll see." And with that she skipped gaily out of his room and he assumed she went out to the mall to spend his hard earned money.

Melissa did indeed go to the mall. She had prearranged to meet her two best friends at the shoe store and after buying a few pairs of expensive shoes, they all went to eat lunch at a mall fast food restaurant. Melissa's two best friends were Cara and Nicole. Cara was a dark haired
Mexican beauty. She had lovely curvacious legs and a large chest. She was wearing a pair of open-toed high-heeled sandals, short black skirt and tight black tube top. Nicole was sort of the school bully and was a tall lanky blonde. Her hair cascaded around her face and she had sharp looking knees. She wore a pair of pointy slingback flats, short-short mini skirt and low cut blouse. All three girls were of course spoiled.
"You want us to kick your brother in the balls?" asked Cara increduously.
"Not me, him! I have $100 apiece for you. And all you have to do is kick him in the nuts. Easy money."
"I say let's rack him!" cheered Nicole. "I love kicking guys in the balls. Maybe we'll get lucky and castrate him!"
"Ha! My poor brother is gonna be sorry he ever paid me to squish his goolies."
"When do we do this? Can we have the $100 now?" asked Nicole.
"Well my Mom is going to work late today and by the time we get there she should be gone. That'll be the perfect time. He'll be SO surprised! I'm telling you we can make alot of money doing this."
"I don't know. I'd feel funny kicking your brother in the groin. I mean Jeff is so nice to us all the time," said Cara. Cara was definitely the shy one in the group of friends.
"Who cares if he's nice," chimed in Nicole, "he's got balls that need kicking and nuts that need cracking, and my feet and knees are perfect for the job!"
"He really wants this, Cara. He'll be so embarassed I told you both, but he gets off on the humiliation so this'll be great. What do you all say?"
"I'm in!" shouted Nicole.
"Well...I guess I'm in too," said Cara, although her lips turned up in a bit of a smile.

Jeff's morning passed uneventfully after his sister left for the mall. He was walking around funny again due to her playful hands and his mother made a few laughing remarks about how she couldn't believe he was still smarting from Melissa's kick the day before. Jeff just blushed in embarassment. His mother was running around like a bat out of hell since she was already running a few hours late to work. She hurriedly put on her make-up and threw on a pair of skin-tight jeans with her white blouse.
"Jeff! Come on down and help me get my heels on!" she called from the kitchen.
Jeff came stumbly as quickly as he could down the stairs. He entered the kitched and saw his mother sitting in a chair, her sexy legs crossed at the knee. His eyes travelled down her bluejeans covered gams and he noticed why she needed help getting her shoes on...she was barefoot and she wanted to wear the heels that his sister Melissa had just bought. Since his mother's feet were slightly larger than Melissa's, her barefeet wouldn't slide in easily. His gaze went from the shoes she was holding back to her feet. He never really checked out his mother's feet in detail before and as he knelt before her he took full advantage of the opportunity. She lifted her left foot out to him and he took it in his hand like it was a holy relic. Her toenails were unpainted yet seemed to shine in the light from the overhead halogen fixture. They were perfectly filed and smooth at the edges, and each of her five toenails on that foot seemed to sparkle like diamonds to him. He had to fight hard the urge to lick those toenails. He looked past her toenails now, to the top of her foot, and admired how fair her skin was as it continued on up into her jeans. And he noticed from holding her foot how soft her soles were.....not a callous or rough spot anywhere.
He was brought back to reality by his mother shoving his sister's high heel under his nose. "Here, put the left on first," she said.
Jeff first tried to push the shoe onto his mother's pointing foot, but that didn't work. He then tried pulling her foot into the shoe, which didn't work either. He noticed that he was getting hard, handling his mother's feet in this manner and wondered if Prince Charming had a foot fetish and that's why he traveled the kingdom trying glass slippers on women's tootsies.
"I am determined to wear these shoes to work today! I won't be beaten by a pair of fucking shoes! What else can we try?" asked Mom.
Jeff thought about it for a few seconds and came up with a way to get his mother's shoe on. He placed her shoe on his lap, and gently inserted her foot into the shoe as far as it would go. "Alright, Mom, push real hard while I hold the shoe." Jeff grabbed the edges of the shoe and braced himself for when his mother transferred her weight into his lap. He noticed his mother close her eyes and grit her teeth as she pushed with all her might. He also noticed, however, that the shoe was moving slowly forward...moving centimeter by centimeter towards his groin. He twitched slightly as the pointy toe made contact with his scrotum and started digging into his nutflesh. He too was now gritting his teeth, yet his was to try and withstand the pain his mother was innocently causing him with her foot. Suddenly her foot rammed into the shoe with a loud 'SCHPLUNK!' and she then used her son's nutsack as a springboard to 'push off' of his lap. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at her son, unawares of the extreme pain she had just caused him.
"Ready for the other shoe?" she asked innocently.
"NO! I mean...uh...I think I know an easier way." Although Jeff loved getting his balls busted, and even was somewhat aroused by his mother squashing the family jewels, he he didn't think he could take that pain again so soon. He stood up, facing his mother and held the other shoe in front of him, away from his groin. "Slip your foot in like this, I'll have better leverage and it'll go in easier I think."
His mom pushed hard with her foot but only succeeded in knocking Jeff to the floor with the force of her leg. "Ooops! Hahaha! Knocked ya right on your ass, hon!" laughed Mom.
Jeff smiled and braced himself for the next attempt by leaning with his back against the kitchen wall. His mother layed into the last shoe for all she was worth, shoving her foot mercilessly into its tight confines. Grinding and twisting, twisting and grinding. SCHPLUNK!!! Her foot rammed into the shoe, but Jeff's hands slipped and his mother's high-heel clad foot slammed directly into balls, pinning him to the wall by his nuts.
"AArrrgghhhhh!!!!!" yelled Jeff as his mother brought her hands to her open mouth in shock at what she had just done to her son. She was so surprised that she didn't even notice at first that the sole of the shoe was still planted firmly in his groin and her leg was fully flexed and extended, so she was really crushing his ballmeat.
At this point the backdoor opened and Melissa walked in with Cara and Nicole. All three girls stood there
smiling at the situation. Again Jeff's mother had forgotten to release his nuts as she was distracted by her daughter and friends entering the house.
"Mom," said Melissa, "why are you trying to pop Jeff's balls?" All the girls were laughing now.
"Ohhh!!!" cried Mom. She finally pulled her leg back and Jeff dropped to floor with a loud moan. "I'm so sorry, Jeff! I can't believe I just kicked you in the balls! Oh my God! Oh my God! Are you alright?" She knelt down next to him but didn't get much more of a response than a slight nod of his head. "I didn't pop a ball, did I? I'd feel so guilty popping a ball! I mean actually popping your ball with my foot would be just horrible and so painful for you. Just a little kick and POP, you'd have no more balls! Oh are you sure you're alright?"
Jeff was flushed with embarassment as his mother was talking about the popping of his balls, especially in front of his sister and her two best friends. Melissa was still laughing. "Don't worry, Mom, you have to get to work. Me, Cara and Nicole will make sure he's okay."
"Are you sure you don't mind, Melissa? I kicked him pretty hard in the balls, after all."
"We don't mind at all, do we girls?" Nicole and Cara both nodded that they would be glad to assist Jeff in the nursing of his balls.
"Well, if you'll make sure I didn't do any permanent damage then maybe I will just leave. I'm already so late!" As their mother was walking out the door she turned with just the tiniest bit of a sadistic grin and said, "Yesterday he played football with he played football with ME!"
Their mother then walked out with a slamming of the door. Melissa looked down, smiling at her injured brother and motioned for Cara and Nicole to come forward. "Let's help my brother out and check to see if my Mom 'popped' his nuts."
The three Cara and Nicole each grabbed an arm while Melissa took hold of her brother's legs. Together, they managed to half carry, half drag Jeff into the living room. They didn't have an easy time of it as he was curled in the fetal position, so Melissa kicked him repeatedly in the ass to get him to straighten his legs as they all staggered into the next room. "Wait here with Jeff while I get something from upstairs," said Melissa. She skipped up the stairs and disappeared while the two sexy young women stared down at Jeff's prone form. Nicole, being the bolder and meaner of the two, kept nudging him in the side with the toe of her shoe. Melissa came back down brandishing two pairs of her mother's pantyhose and grinning wickedly.
"Pick my brother up, gals."
"What are the pantyhose for, Melissa?" asked Cara.
"I'll show you in a sec...but boy do they smell!"
Cara and Nicole managed to get Jeff into an upright, standing position. Melissa sexily walked up to her brother, stuffed one pair of her mother's stinky panyhose into his mouth and dropped to her knees before him. She undid the button and zipper of his pants and dropped his trousers, followed by his underwear, around his ankles. She giggled at the sight of his testicles. "Look how swollen and purple his balls are!" Melissa prodded his tender nuggets with her index finger and listened with amusement to her brother's muffled 'Oomph!'. Nicole and Cara leaned Jeff back onto the sofa so they could also examine their first pair of naked balls close up. Nicole was eager to grab hold of Jeff's nuts and squeeze and roll them about in her hand. Jeff smiled shyly. He was enjoying this immensely yet was also embarassed as all hell. He couldn't believe his sister had told her two best friends...classmates of his! It was all very exciting to him and his penis started to become erect with the humiliation and pain, not to mention his sucking the smell and taste out of his mother's freshly used pantyhose. After Nicole had released his balls, Cara rather timidly took hold of his left nut and repeatedly squeezed and pumped it within her timid grasp.
"Are they usually this purple color?" asked Cara.
"Only after they've been kicked!" laughed Melissa. "Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?"
"Yeah, are we gonna kick his balls, or what?" queried Nicole eagerly.
Jeff's eyes got bigger at hearing this. Oh shit! I can't believe this is really happening! This is gonna be great! All three of these girls are gonna kick me in the nuts? Jeff looked from the pretty faces surrounding him on the sofa to their feet. He noticed his sister had kicked off her shoes and was now in her barefeet. Man I love her feet. And oh fuck! Look at those pointy shoes Nicole is wearing. She is DEFINATELY a ball-buster! Too bad Cara's so shy about this cause her latino feet look so delicious. I would LOVE to have her Mexican toes smushing my balls.
"Look! He's obviously up for it!" Melissa chortled in a very unladylike fashion as she pointed at her brother's erect shaft. She swatted the tip with her hand and she knew it stung by Jeff's facial expression. "Get him up again."
Jeff needed less help this time as he was very enthusiastic about getting busted by these three gorgeous gals. Melissa used the second pair of pantyhose she brought down to securely tie his dick in an upright keep it out of the way, she said.
"Watch this!" said Melissa as she strode confidently up to her brother's quivering body. She didn't even bother to look him in the eyes and instead concentrated and watching her knee make contact with his balls. She smiled triumphantly as she jammed her knee up hard into his orbs, and delighted in watching the most delicate part of his outer anatomy almost turn to mush because of her pretty leg. Yet even more intoxicating for her was showing off to her two friends the power she had over her say, 'See that! I just kicked my own brother in the balls!'. Jeff was not thinking the same thing as the only thought going through his mind was...PAIN. He was of course bent at the waist and managed only some muffled groans through his gag of pantyhose.
Nicole yelled, "Yeah! Girlpower!" while Cara only smiled sheepishly. "That looked so cool! I gotta try it!" Nicole stepped forward and straightened Jeff out by pushing his stooped shoulders upwards. "Stand up now so I can smash your ballies," she chided him. Nicole stepped back and swung her hips sideways. She made a grimace as she put all the strength and weight she could muster into a front snap kick. The horribly pointed toe of her simple flat shoe smacked his nuts loudly, but was soon silenced by the laughter of the girls and Jeff's 'thud' as he hit the floor. Nicole especially seemed to be aglow with this new found power. "That was fun! I can't believe how fun it was!" She dropped to her knees next to Jeff, giggling and laughing merrily. "What's the matter, hun? That didn't hurt, did it?" She pouted her lips at him and kept shaking him when he wouldn't answer. She tried prying his hands away from his groin and shoved repeatedly at his testicles with her own hands, giddy with power. "Honey!!! What's wrong?" she teased.
"What are you trying to hit on my brother just cause he'll let you kick him in the balls? What's with the honey crap?" asked Melissa incredulously.
Nicole smiled back down at Jeff and nudged him with her foot. "He's my honey....." was all she could manage.
Melissa looked now at Cara, who was being more quiet than usual. "Well...are you gonna take a turn or what? If not, give me the $100 back."
Cara looked from Jeff's quivering body to Melissa's greedy little face. "But he looks so hurt already. Are you sure he can take it?"
"Who cares," responded Melissa, "but we'll ask him. Jeff, can you take another kick?"
Jeff weakly nodded his head as he sucked the foot stink from his mother's nylons. He even managed to get to his knees, but that was as far as he was going without assistance. Melissa and Nicole none to kindly lifted him up and held him tightly under the arms. "Go for it, Cara."
Cara first thought to use her foot and kick him, but was worried about causing too much damage so opted for a kinder punishment. She got up close to Jeff and said very quietly, "I think I'll use my knee." Jeff flushed with embarassment but managed to spread his legs to let Cara know he approved of the idea.
"Scramble his eggs, Cara!" shouted Nicole.
"Bust my brother's balls!" agreed Melissa.
Cara took her own sweet, timid shy time. She grabbed onto Jeff's shoulders, as she had seen done in countless movies right before some guy got his nuts cracked. She then slowly raised her knee till her tan, Mexican flesh made gentle contact with the tight oversized package of nutmeat that hung freely between his legs. She jiggled her knee a bit and giggled because she could see Jeff's oversized cajones squishing around in his scrotum. She maneurved her knee so she could press his balls against his pubic bone and applied more and more pressure, delighting in Jeff's muffled whimpers. She wondered if all guys nuts hung this low and started tapping, almost bouncing his balls off her knee. She imagined herself playing soccer and knew this would be great practice.
"Are you going to kick him or play with him all day?" asked Melissa.
"I'm ready, " said Cara. She looked Jeff in the eyes and brought her leg back. She then thought to tease him a bit further. She pulled the nylons from his mouth and planted a deep kiss on his lips as she swung her powerful knee forward.
Jeff's mouth opened in a silent scream and his tongue protruded from his mouth, into Cara's mouth. Cara loved it! Never had she been french-kissed so incredibly before. She again rammed her sexy knee into Jeff's balls and his probing tongue more frantically twitched and spasmed. Eventually his tongue started to slow down. Bastard's stopping! God his tongue is talented! I know what to do! Cara forgot how scared she was and once again thrust her leg between the legs of her half-willing half-unwilling partner. What she found is that with each and every knee, Jeff's tongue renewed its near-orgasmic pleasuring of her mouth. Orgasm.....hmmm.....
"Damn, Cara! You're gonna fix him!" laughed Nicole.
"I bet my brother never counted on this when he hired me!"
"Oh you too can't believe how much magic his tongue worked every time I kneed him!" exclaimed Cara. "It was so incredible!"
The girls finally let Jeff go and he fell to the floor, crying like a baby. "no more...please, no more. Not right now."
Melissa knelt down next to her naked brother, touching him lightly on the thigh. "Oh no, Jeff. It's now or never. If you don't let my friends have their fun, I'll never kick you in the balls again!"
Jeff fought his primal urges. I can't take anymore! I just can't handle any more pain. But they're all so beautiful! If they never kick me again, I don't think I could take it. My nuts would explode from going crazy thinking about them! He looked to where the three girls sat on the sofa. They had all removed their shoes and rested their pretty feet on the coffee table, their cute soles dangled just slightly over the edge. As they wiggled their toes and wrinkled the undersides of their soft feet, he knew he would give them whatever they asked for. "Okay, " he managed to whisper with a lustful groan.
"I want to try something, " said Melissa. "Get on all fours, like a donkey."
"Don't you mean ass, " said Nicole cruelly.
Jeff did as his sister told him, and got on his hands and knees.
"That won't work...hmmm..." She positioned her brother so that he was on his knees, torso up in the air, and his legs spread wide. His nuts were hanging very low and were easily accessed from either front or back. "Get behind him and sit on the floor, Nicole."
Nicole sat on the floor behind Jeff, her toes touching Melissa's, who was sitting on the floor in front of Jeff. Both feet rested directly under his groin. "How about a game of ping pong?" asked Melissa.
Melissa used the ball of her foot to smack her brother's balls...hard.
They flew back towards Nicole. As they swung back in her direction, Melissa took another kick at the ping pong balls with her paddle.
Nicole now saw how to play and didn't miss this time as the balls flew in her direction. She too used the ball of her foot to 'whack' the ball back into play.
Jeff gritted his teeth against the dull pain building in his stomach and groin.
He looked into his sister's glowing, radiant eyes. She of course didn't pay him any attention as her gaze was directed down towards his crotch and his swelling nutsack.
Jeff was becoming unsteady now and was beginning to swat slightly from side to side thus making each blow struck him more and more of a challenge to the contestants.
"Hey, he's moving!" shouted Nicole in frustration.
"I know, " laughed Melissa, "Stand still!"
And then suddenly Melissa missed the ball as it flew in her direction.
"Shit! You made me miss with all that squirming about asshole!" And with that she lifted her foot directly up and mashed his balls into his pelvis with her instep. Jeff let out a yell and fell over clutching his balls.
Nicole jumped up and did leaps into the air shouting, "I win! I win! You lost!" She pointed at Melissa as she said this.
Melissa looked at her brother and started laughing. "He's the one that lost."
When Nicole and Melissa both looked over to Cara, they noticed she had removed all of her clothes.
"Whoa!" said Melissa, "I thought you were the shy one!"
Cara looked eagerly to Jeff's mouth and knew his tongue was in there, just waiting for the proper stimulation to turn into the wild creature she knew it for. "Now I want to try something. You know when I said his tongue was incredible?"
Nicole caught on right away. "Oh man! Now that really sounds like fun!"
Cara pushed Jeff onto his back and lowered her already dripping pussy onto his face, right over his tongue. Nicole and Melissa took the pairs of pantyhose they had brought from upstairs and tied him spreadeagle to various fixed positions nearby.
"Kick him in the balls, please, " asked Cara innocently. She sounded as if she were asking someone to pass the salt. Jeff loved it.
Melissa wasted no time in ramming her bare foot into her brother's groin. Immediately the effect was noticeable as Cara's face lit up in ecstacy. "Oh fuck! His tongue! More...kick more!"
Nicole ran forward this time and kicked Jeff hard between the legs, also barefoot. Cara squealed with delight as Jeff's tongue worked feverishly inside her. His screams of agony vibrated through her as her two friends, one of them Jeff's own sister, took turns kicking him in the balls. After about the tenth kick, delivered by Melissa, Cara yelled out as she had an orgasm. She lazily rolled off of Jeff's cum and tear soaked face and lay on the floor next to him breathing contentedly. Nicole wasted no time and was already stripping her clothes off. "That looks too good to pass up!"
She then lowered herself onto Jeff's face. "Open wide, honey. Ladies....."
Melissa and Cara went to town on jeff's balls, although kicking alone wasn't seeming to give him the proper motivation to keep his tongue going so the started dropping on one knee, directly onto his nuts. It took twice as long, but eventually Nicole screamed in ecstacy and joy.
"I don't see why I shouldn't get some use out of this...after all, he's my brother, " said Melissa as she stripped off her clothes as well now. Even through teary eyes and blurry vision, Jeff noticed the three naked gorgeous girls standing seductively between his legs. His sister used her soft sole to rub his penis into life and he became erect as she manipulated his dick with her delicate toes. She then walked up his torso, did a turn before reaching his face, and then slowly...very slowly, inched her pussy onto his mouth. She noticed that his tongue was already sticking out in anticipation...or was that appreciation...of her cunt.
"Kick his balls into oblivion, girls!" she yelled.
Nicole and Cara needed no other encouragement as they knew exactly how it felt to have Jeff's tongue inside them as his balls were kicked into mush. Melissa became flushed and rode her brother's face, rubbing back and forth, oozing cum and juices into his mouth. In return his tongue snaked its way around inside her, lapping eagerly. What had started out as a way to get kicked in the balls, and was for his enjoyment only, was now solely for the purpose of his sister and her friends to get off. They wouldn't stop now if he begged them to. Unfortunately for Jeff, his tongue was becoming sore and it started to slow down. Even the kicks and knees of Nicole and Cara weren't enough to keep him going. Melissa waved her friends away and instead took her brother's swollen nuts in her right hand, closing her left hand over that. Her breathing became more ragged as she applied as much pressure as she could manage on his package. Nicole and Cara fingered each other watching their friend bursting her brother's plums while riding his face to paradise. Jeff's body started to buck with the pain yet there was no escape. Suddenly one of his testicles slid free of her grasp, but now all her force was exerted on the one nut left in her hands. It didn't stand a chance.
Melissa saw her two friends orgasm as they knew she had actually just exploded her brother's ball.
"Did you hear it? " asked Nicole, "you could actually hear it pop! I've never cum so hard in my life!"
"I know, me too!" responded Cara.
Yet Melissa had apparently not orgasmed yet. She was one tight-twatted little bitch. Yet she noticed that when she popped her brother's nut that almost...she had almost had an orgasm. Maybe it was the fact that his tongue went into overdrive on her pussy, maybe it was the power she felt actually stealing away a manhood, but she knew she had one more chance for orgasm and she had to act quickly while Jeff was still concsious. She changed positions and adopted the '69' position, with her brother's face in her pussy, and her face over his genitals. She sucked his remaining ball into her mouth and placed it between her back molars. Suddenly she bit down on his ball, and with a muffled 'pop' she changed...or ended...her brother's sex life forever. His final thrashings were at last what she needed to orgasm...her first orgasm ever. She spit Jeff's now empty ballbag out of her mouth and lay on the floor next to the other girls. Jeff was unconscious as the women all examined his empty sac and laughed about how he wasn't much of a man anyway. They made up a story about Jeff trying to show them all how much tougher boys were than girls, and of course an accident resulted and Jeff's nuts were accidentally destroyed. Jeff went along with the story...what point was their to telling the truth. It wouldn't have gone down well with his mother for him to tell the truth and say he paid his sister for sexual favors...and what the heck, he was still able to get hormone treatments and have sex they said, and his sister promised to let him lick and play with her feet.......for a price.

The End