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.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
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.
Self Defense Practice
Self-Defense Practice (F/m ball-busting)
Jeff sat alone on the sofa wearing his sweat pants and t-shirt, watching television. His girlfriend, Amy, was just coming in the door from her self-defense class.
"Hi, babe!" Jeff called with a smile.
"Hi, honey," smiled back Amy.
She plopped down next to him on the sofa and they embraced. She seemed in a depressed mood.
"What's wrong, Amy?"
"I just don't think I'm getting the hang of this self-defense stuff. Me and the other women just can't tell if what we're doing is effective or not?"
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Well, the guy we use to practice on has all this padding, so we can't tell if our blows are effective. All we have to go on is the instructors assurances that what we're doing can incapacitate a man."
"That's too bad, hun. I wish there was some way I could help." Jeff went back to watching television.
Amy bit her lower lip while she tought about what to say to Jeff. She had hit upon the idea on her drive home and was uncertain how to procede.
"Well, there is a way you could help..."
"What...huh? Did you say something, babe?"
"I said...there IS a way you could help me."
"Sure, doll, anything you want." Jeff really wanted to get back to watching television so figured what the heck.
"I'd like to ask you something."
"Sure Amy, go ahead."
"Well.....I was wondering if I could practice some of my moves on you...to see how they work on an unprotected man."
Jeff was sort of amused by this. Did she really think anything she could do would hurt a grown man? "Sure thing, Amy," he said with a chuckle.
"First, I want to knee you in the nuts!" She said excitedly while pulling him to his feet.
Jeff hadn't expected this and immediately lost his smile. This WOULD hurt!
"Amy, I can't let you hit me THERE!"
Amy began to pout. "Don't you LOVE me? How can I protect myself from nasty men if I'm not sure if my techniques work?"
"But Amy..."
"You DO love me...don't you?"
Jeff sighed and swallowed visibly. "Well....."
"GREAT!!! Now come stand over here and spread your legs slightly." She dragged him over to stand in the middle of the room and had him assume a spread-leg position in front of her. She reached her dainty hand between his legs and felt around for his balls. Once she found them she patted them lightly and smiled at Jeff. "There they are. I want to make sure I get your nuts dead on so I can see your reaction. Now look me in the eyes so you don't see my knee coming, otherwise you might try to protect your nads." Jeff looked her in the eyes and noticed she had a happy sparkle there. How could he deny her anything? Here she was about to bust his balls and yet she had the happiest expression on her face he had ever seen.
Amy thought she would tease him a bit first. "Have you ever been kneed in the balls before, Jeff?"
"Uh...yeah," he said, a bit embarassed.
"Tell me about it sweetie." She proceeded to rub his cock through his sweatpants and he started to get hard.
"I was about 15 years old the first time, and my sister and I were play fighting. She didn't like the fact that I was roughing her up and she kept telling me I'd be sorry." Amy stopped rubbing his cock, now that it was hard and out of the way of his precious gems. She now had a clear shot. "Well...I didn't stop and kept pushing her. She fell onto her back, and I went to stand over her. Next thing I knew, she had thrust her bare foot up into my balls and yelled 'CRUNCH'!"
"Mmmmmmm," said Amy seductively, "your own sister kicked your nuts?" Amy was enjoying this more than she thought!
"Yeah, and then I fell down and grabbed myself and cried for a long time."
"And she yelled 'crunch'? Why was that?" Amy chuckled at Jeff's embarassment.
"I uh...she used to use that phrase every time she talked about kicking a guy in the groin. She used to chase me around the house after that kicking her leg towards my jewels and yelling 'crunch'."
"Now before I knee your nuts, I want you to tell me that you love me!"
Jeff swallowed and started to speak. "I lov......."
Amy didn't wait for him to finish. She swung her leg back and swiftly brought her knee up into his ballsack. At the same instant she yelled, "CRUNCH!!!" She watched to see Jeff's reaction.
Jeff was shocked by the blow, since he hadn't expected her knee to come yet. He started to crumple from the pain but tried to remain standing. He didn't want Amy to think he was a wimp who couldn't handle the pain. It worked to his disadvantage.
"Shoot...I must have missed them!"
Jeff opened his mouth to tell her she was wrong but didn't get the chance.
"Don't worry, Jeff. I'll crush those nuts this time!"
She gripped him by the shoulders again and brought her knee up even more forcefully, yelling "CRUNCH" twice as loud as before.
This time Jeff gave in to the unbearable agony and slid noiselessly to the ground, holding his crotch.
Amy talked to him as he lay there, whimpering in a high-pitched voice. "So it takes two hits to the balls to make a man fall down. We'll have to try it again to make sure. But first I want to try a kick to the balls with my foot. I wonder, Jeff, should I kick you barefoot? NO...I'll put my high heels on. If I ever get attacked I'll be wearing my heels more than likely anyway."
Amy ran to the bedroom and came out wearing her sexy heels. Jeff had managed to get to his knees.
"Ready lover?" asked Amy.
Jeff shook his head. "I don't think I can," he said. She smiled, thinking his voice sounded a little closer to soprano than it had a few minutes ago.
"But honey," she began to pout, "don't you love me?" She smiled warmly at him.
Jeff couldn't resist. "Okay, Amy. But just once more for today, alright?"
Amy agreed.
She had Jeff stand in front of her again, but this time blindfolded him so he wouldn't see her foot coming. "This is my favorite move, Jeff. I love all the groin shots but the front kick to the nuts is my favorite! My teacher says I'm REALLY good at this one. She calls me the 'ball-buster'. Isn't that funny? I guess we'll see if I live up to that, huh?"
She took a step back. Jeff heard her heels clack on the floor and started to shiver. She slowly raised her foot between his legs and felt around for his balls with the point of her shoe. Jeff jumped at her touch. "I haven't done anything yet, silly." She giggled. "Just want to find your eggs, dear. Then I'm going to scramble them!" She lowered her leg back down to the floor and eyed his balls possessively. She was going to enjoy this!
Then suddenly, with all the force she could muster, she swung her leg forward and kicked him square in the left nut with the point of her shoe. He dropped like a rock, yelling like a dying elephant. Amy just smiled down at him and laughed. "You look so funny down there, Jeff! Did Amy bust your balls?" She laughed again.
She was struck by a sudden thought. There was one more move she could practice while he was incapacitated. She reached down and grabbed his ankles. She lifted them up and spread his legs, leaving him vulnerable. She kicked off her heels and raised one bare foot over his balls. Then with sudden fury, she slammed her bare heel into his nuts and started grinding away. She laughed at his cries for mercy and finally let him alone. She went and showered, leaving Jeff to fend for himself on the floor. After awhile, a long while, Jeff managed to get to his feet and heard Amy coming out of the bathroom. He saw her bending over, trying to select something to wear from her bureau drawer. He quietly limped up behind her, to give her a hug and let her know he was alright. He reached out his arm and put it on her shoulder.
"Amy..."
Amy grabbed his arm and spun around. "YER GONNA BE WEARIN YER BALLS FOR EARRINGS NUMNUTS!!!!!" And then she proceeded to knee his balls once again. She clapped and said, "You're really great letting me practice on you like that. Good thinking, trying a sneak attack like that!" She kneeled down and kissed Jeff on the cheek as he let out a high-pitched wail.
"I can't wait to tell the girls at class about this! Maybe you can go to class with me and we can ALL practice on you! You know, my Mom wanted me to teach her some of this stuff! She'd like to take a swing at your nuts!" She laughed. "Hey...maybe I could get some pointers from your sister! Let me get dressed, and then we can play some more, lover. I have this great move called hit-twist-pull, or something like that....."
To be continued.....
Self-Defense Practice, Part2
Amy was on the phone with Jeff's sister, telling her about her thrilling experience of practicing her self-defense moves on Jeff. Jeff's sister, Kelly, was laughing on the other end of the receiver.
"So where is my sweet brother?" she said between giggles.
"He's in the bedroom lying down. I'm afraid my hit-twist-pull manuever was a bit too much for him. He's holding his balls and rolling around on the bed. I guess that's a very effective technique!" said Amy with a smile.
"I would have LOVED to see the look on his face as you twisted and pulled!"
"Well, his eyes sort of bulged out and he made this high-pitched kind of scream. Then he fell onto the bed and hasn't gotten up for almost an hour now!"
"That's too cool!" said Jeff's younger sister. "I remember putting him out several times while we were growing up. Jeff never did learn to keep out of reach of my knees and feet!"
"Tell me about what you used to do to him?"
"Well," said Kelly, thinking back, "I remember this one time we were playing tag with some friends of ours. Jeff was it and he was chasing us all around. My girlfriend told me to kick him in the balls next time he came for us. So here's come Jeff, with this big stupid grin on his face. I just stood there with my hands on my hips waiting for my big dopey brother to get close enough. When he got into range I kicked my leg out and caught him right in the nuts with my gym shoe! Right at the moment of impact, I yelled out 'CRUNCH'! He fell down and whimpered like a baby for quite some time."
"Didn't he see the kick coming?"
"Sure, but by then it was too late. His momentum carried him right into my waiting foot, and WHAMMO!!!"
Amy and Kelly both laughed. Kelly continued talking. "I used to enjoy embarrassing him about his fragility. I used to sit in front of him and crack walnuts, saying how much walnuts reminded me of balls. Then I'd crack another one and say 'crunch'. The 'crunch' always made Jeff shiver. I asked him once if he wondered what it would feel like to have HIS nuts take the place of the walnuts. I said something like 'Can I crunch your nuts with the nutcrackers, Jeffy? It's not the same doing it to these walnuts!" Then I cracked another one while looking him in the eyes and smiled at him."
"What did he do?" asked Amy between girlish giggles.
"He got all red in the face and embarrassed. It was great." Kelly suddenly laughed with the thought of another memory. "There was this one time, when we were out sunbathing on the ground in the backyard. Jeff was wearing his bikini trunks and had his knees drawn up and slightly apart. I could see his balls outlined in the trunks. It was too much to pass up. We were home alone so I knew I could get away with it. Jeff had his eyes closed, so I quietly got up and went to stand between his legs. I raised my foot over his crotch and balanced on one leg. I mean you could REALLY see the outline of each individual nut his trunks were so tight. For a few moments I just stood there with my bare foot dangling over his crotch, knowing I could burst his berries if I wanted to. It made me feel very powerful, my brother's balls at my mercy. Well, I finally got tired of standing on my one leg, so rammed my foot into his balls and started twisting. He jolted up screaming and trying to pull my foot away. Well this pissed me off so I stepped down harder, grinding his nuts under my bare heel. Boy did he scream! I asked him if I could make it so he couldn't have babies, but he didn't say anything, except for the screaming of course!"
Amy was laughing. "So what happened?"
"Well, the little wimp passed out. I felt his balls to see if I had crushed them,but they were both intact."
"Thanks for leaving them for me! Otherwise I couldn't practice!" Both women giggled.
"It was the first time I had ever seen a boy naked. I remember Jeff walking funny for a week after that! So what about you, Amy? Ever crunch a guys nuts?"
"Well.....I remember one guy back in grade school. It was in gym class. We were playing soccer and this guy and me were both going for the ball. I remember him slipping on the ground and landing with his legs spread. I kicked the ball, oops, I mean I kicked BALLS! They took him off the field and the game went on. I didn't see him back at school for several days."
"HA!" exclaimed Kelly. "I bet he didn't want to play any more co-ed soccer! That reminds me of the time in gym class when we were all practicing gymastics. One guy ran to the spring-board, jumped off it and tried to make it over the horse. Well, he landed RIGHT on the horse, RIGHT on his nuts! He fell off and started crying as all the girls laughed at him. Our gym teacher was also a woman, and even SHE smiled! All the boys sort of wandered off into the background!"
"Too bad they don't teach a class in grade school to teach girls how to kick balls," said Amy wistfully. "How did you learn to kick, Kelly?"
"My friend Megan taught me. She had a male cousin that lived with her. Boy did she used to bully him! He was so scared of her! Megan taught me how to bust balls using her cousin as a model. We actually crushed one of his testicles we got so carried away!"
"REALLY!!! Tell me about it!" whispered Amy excitedly.
"We tied him up once, gagging him, and told him we wanted to see how much pressure a ball could take before it exploded. He whimpered and tried to call away but he was tied so tightly there was no way for him to get away. First Megan took a nut in her hand and squeezed. Her cousin started twisting all crazy-like on the floor. He kept up this high-pitched shrilling noise. God it was funny! Well finally Megan let me have my turn since she wasn't having any luck. I squeezed and squeezed but the slippery little sucker kept popping out from between my thumb and forefinger! Megan and I got SO pissed! Finally Megan suggested stepping on his ball, which was fine by me. We managed to drag her cousin near a footstool, and I held him up against the stool as Megan placed his nuts on the hard wood surface."
Amy interrupted at this point. "Didn't he fight you?"
"Heck no! He was out cold from all the ball squeezing! Well Megan and I argued over who would get to pop the ball, but she said it was her cousin, so she would bust the nut. I agreed but was kind of pissed off. I watched her put her little bare foot onto his left nut. We kept laughing! Man it was great! Megan stepped down and kept saying that she thought it was about to explode. Finally it DID explode!"
"How could you tell?"
"Before the nut gave way, there was a little bit of space between Megan's foot and the stool, but suddenly her foot made contact with the wood. Megan gasped out loud and said it felt all squishy and icky. She stepped down and I poked my finger into the pulpy mess that had been her cousin's left nut. She was right...it WAS all squisky and icky!"
Both Amy and Kelly laughed, as only women CAN laugh at such a grisly event.
"What happened to Megan's cousin?"
"Megan told him if he didn't say he was jumped and mugged, that we'd take his other ball and he'd never be able to have kids!"
Again they both laughed. "How did Megan learn to kick balls?"
"Her mother taught her. She told her all about men and their sensitive balls. She even ENCOURAGED Megan to kick boys in the balls. I think she even knew about us crushing her nephew's ball. If she did she never said anything about it. She was really cool."
"I bet she was! But I tell you, your brother is such a dear for letting me practice kicking him in the balls. My mother is coming over and I'm going to teach her some of my moves. Jeff has agreed to let her kick him. He loves me THAT much!!! Then Jeff and I are going to my self-defense class next week and all the girls are going to get to practice on an unprotected male nutsack. Would you like to come, Kelly?"
"You bet! It's been far too long since I've kicked my brother in the balls and I'm sure he deserves it! Let me know when to be at the class and where. I'll wear my ball-kicking shoes!"
Kelly laughed and Amy smiled at her enthusiasm. Suddenly the doorbell rang as Jeff came limping out of the bedroom.
"Well I have to go, Kelly. Do you want to talk to Jeff?"
"Sure, put numnuts on!"
Amy handed Jeff the phone and went to answer the door. "Well, big brother, I hear you've been getting your balls busted by your girlfriend!" Jeff only grunted into the phone. He was looking to see who was at the door. Amy opened the door and there stood Amy's mother. She was a VERY attractive woman, looking younger than her years. She stood in the doorway wearing a short skirt and loose blouse. She had on very spiked heels and wore no stockings; she always wore her heels barefoot. Amy hugged her mother and invited her in. Suddenly Jeff was aware that Kelly was still talking on the phone.
"So Amy tells me her mother is coming over to learn some self-defense skills. Boy are they going to bust your balls or what!!!!!"
Jeff's mouth hung agape as his girlfriends mother waved over to him and eagerly looked down to his crotch.
To be continued.......
Self-Defense Practice, Part 3 (FF/m, ball-busting, foot-worship)
Amy's mother, Terri, sat on the sofa with Jeff while Amy sat quietly in the chair across from them both. Jeff noticed that Terri was uncomfortably wriggling her feet within her high heel shoes.
"Oh, Amy, my feet are KILLING me! I've been shopping all day and my sweaty feet hurt like hell!"
"Jeff," said Amy, "why don't you be a dear and massage my mother's feet?"
Terri's eyes widened in glee. "Jeff would you do that for me?"
"Yes ma'am," said Jeff uncomfortably.
Terri kicked off her shoes and roughly placed her bare feet in Jeff's lap, accidentally bumping his balls, causing Jeff to wince visibly. Amy's mother giggled slightly.
"Sorry Jeff, dear. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No ma'am," he said as he began to rub her moist, sweaty feet. They smelled very strongly and even caused him to feel a bit nauseous. He ran his fingers between her toes, as Amy liked to have him do to her, and ran his fingers up her wrinkly soles. This caused her to jerk involuntarily as he tickled her, once again causing a shot to his balls. Jeff grimaced with the impact of Terri's foot on his nuts.
"Jeff, please don't tickle me like that. It could be worse for you, than it would be for me!"
Amy laughed. "Don't worry Mom, you'll give him plenty worse before the night is over! Jeff, do for Mom's feet like you do for me. You know...with your tongue."
Terri looked eager to see what Jeff would do with his tongue. Her anticipation didn't last long as Jeff slowly, and a bit relunctantly, raised her foot to his mouth and began to lick the sweat from her salty soles. It caused Terri to laugh and Amy to stick her tongue out and make a yuck noise.
"I bet it tastes horrible!" shrieked Amy.
"I KNOW my feet taste horrible! I haven't washed them today and those tight heels have been on ALL day!"
"That's okay, Jeff doesn't mind. Do you, honey?"
Jeff mumbled a no from between Terri's toes, even though he felt like he was going to gag. Amy, sitting across from Jeff lifted her own feet into his lap, precariously near his balls. She wiggled her toes.
"Well Mom, you know why I asked you hear, don't you?"
Terri blushed slightly. "You said you were going to have me practice some kicks on Jeff. Kicking him...you know...there." She pointed to where she felt Jeff's balls were located in his sweatpants.
"His nuts, Mom. They're called nuts! Don't be such a prude."Amy laughed at her mother's embarassment. "Actually we call them lots of different names: nuts, balls, plums, cajones, nads, rocks, berries....."
"Okay, okay!" Terri placatingly raised her hands. "I get the point. I'm here to kick Jeff in his...his balls."
Jeff stopped licking. He couldn't concentrate on this woman's feet, knowing she was soon going to be kicking him in his groin with these very feet. Amy gently prodded his testicles with her bare heel.
"Looks like Jeff's done cleaning your feet, Mom. So I guess we can get down to the business at hand...or should I say foot!" Amy and her mother exchanged smiles.
"But Jeff dear, I don't want you to think that just because you're dating my daughter you have to let me kick your...you know...balls."
"No really, it's alright." Jeff couldn't believe he had just said that, but now there was no backing out. Amy pulled him upright and began tieing on his blindfold.
"What's that for honey?" said Terri as she too stood up.
"If Jeff sees your foot or knee coming, he'll bend over and you won't be able to strike his balls as hard."
"Oh...that makes sense dear."
"Put your high heels on Mom. This way it will be more realistic and you won't have to worry about hurting your toes."
Jeff couldn't believe that Amy's biggest concern was her mother getting a bruised toe! She was even encoraging her mother to wear her heels to cause more realistic pain! What had he gotten himself into? Even now Amy was securely tieing his hands behind his back as to keep them out of the way. Amy too put her heels on and the mother and daughter team stood directly in front of the bound boyfriend.
"Well first, Mom, I want you to learn how to verbally humiliate a man and scare the crap out of him."
"What should I do?"
"Well listen to me, and see if you can come up with something similar."
Amy walked up to Jeff and slowly began sliding her knee gently up under his testicles, tapping them lightly. She began speaking seductively to her trembling boyfriend. "I'm going to kick you so hard in your nutsack, Jeff, that you'll never be able to have kids. You'll be begging me to cut your nuts off by the time I'm finished with them. Have you ever wondered what it's like to have your testicles completely crushed? Your sister told me about how she helped to denut some poor guy. Would you like me to denut you? Make you my eunuch slave? I could, you know. It would be so easy to lift my foot into your dangling berries and pop your little grapes. Could I crush them? Please can I crush your nuts? It would make me so happy to crush them, Jeff. Don't you think every woman should experience what it's like to crush a man's nuts?"
Jeff was becoming more and more apprehensive and was sweating badly when Amy's knee was suddenly gone from between his legs and she resumed her normal speaking voice.
"See, Mom, nothing to it. Your turn, now."
Terri had grown visibly excited by her daughter's treatment of Jeff and eagerly stepped up to her daughter's boyfriend. She slowly reached her hand down, reaching inside his sweat pants to cup his testicles. Jeff shivered. Terri and Amy smiled.
"I like the feel of a man's ballbag in my firm grip. It gives me a power I've never felt before. It's a good feeling knowing I can ruin you with a squeeze." She shifted his balls in her hand and got hold of one of his nuts in between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed it slightly causing Jeff to wince. "I could castrate you one ball at a time. What do you think? I know just where to kick you to turn you into a permanent soprano in a girls' choir." She put her mouth very close to Jeff's ear and whispered very softly. "If you ever hurt my daughter, I WILL crush your balls! I'll suck them one at a time into my mouth and chew them, grinding them into a gooey mess!" She finished by squeezing him hard this time, making Jeff gasp and Amy laugh. Terri returned to standing next to Amy.
"Now it's time to learn some kneeing, Mom. First hold him tightly by the shoulders."
Terri walked up to Jeff and grabbed hold of his shoulders, adjusting the position of her feet.
"Now pull your leg back and when you're ready, let your knee fly RIGHT into...and through...his nutsack."
Terri did as instructed. She slooowwwlllyy pulled her leg back as far as it would go. Jeff waited nervously for the blow to come. Suddenly he heard Terri's heel strike the floor and she grabbed his shoulders harder.
"Ooops! I lost my balance." Again she brought her knee back in a slow manner, looking down between Jeff's legs. She swiftly brought her knee up and hit Jeff squarely on the inner thigh, about an inch from his balls.
"DAMN!!! I missed the balls!" Terri tried again and this time hit too high, banging her knee into his penis. Jeff let out a muffled groan. "Now I'm pissed! I swear I'm going to pulverize his nuts!"
"Go for it, Mom! I think you've found the range, now!"
Terri dug her nails into Jeff's shoulders, causing him minor pain. She lifted one corner of his blindfold so she could look him in his eye. She was so mad at having been robbed of her dangling targets three times that she hissed venom at him. "I'm going to splatter your balls all over your pelvis!"
"Just think...my boyfriend, the ball-less wonder!"
"At least while you're rolling around on the ground holding what's left of your precious nuts, you'll be in the perfect position to lick my smelly feet some more!" Jeff's one visible eye twitched nervously while Terri grinned cruelly at him.
"Kiss'em goodbye!"
Terri's leg swung back and came rushing forward to ram into his balls. Her knee crunched his testicles up into body, and Jeff started to fall. Suddenly Amy was behind him and using her body as a splint to hold him up. Terri took this opportunity to knee him again, bringing another cry of pain from Jeff.
"What's he mumbling to himself?" asked Terri.
Amy listened for a moment and began laughing. "He keeps saying, 'my balls, my balls' over and over again. Terri laughed as well.
"Come on, Jeff, take it like a man. You love me, DON'T YOU?!?" teased Amy.
Jeff managed to squeak out a high-pitched 'yes'.
"Well, Mom, that's the knee to the nuts. Now how about the front kick to the balls?"
"Sounds like fun, dear! I bet I could really do some damage with this pointy toe!"
"You betcha! My instructor at the defense class says she's ruptured quite a few balls with high heels on. She showed us once what a kick would do to a watermelon. She told us to imagine the watermelon what a giant testicle. She kicked the big testicle real hard with her toe and it sunk in pretty deep into the watermelon. It left a huge whole. It was right after that that the one man in the class quit. I remember him getting very pale when us women giggled about rupturing nuts."
"She sounds like a real ball-busting bitch," said Terri.
"She is, Mom. You'll like her when you meet her in class next week! I'm not sure Jeff will like her though. But anyway, back to the ball-kicking. Stand back aways and let loose with a kick. Try to get him with the toe of the shoe."
Terri backed up slightly and pulled her leg back. She imagined she was a ballet dancer, about to thrust her leg and foot out towards her dance partner. She would,of course, misjudge the distance and nail him in the scrotum. She kicked forward. Instead of her toe hitting his balls, it struck him in the anus, although the top of her foot managed to compress his testicles nicely. Jeff tried to fall but Amy held him upright.
"Good one, Mom. But you're missing his nuts with the toe. Imagine he was some mean evil rapist who attacked you...or raped ME! Imagine he just raped your daughter!"
This seemed to enrage Terri, who moved a little farther back and started to grind her teeth together and clench her fists.
"Go on Mom, burst those balls!!! Let that sexy foot fly!"
Terri did indeed let her foot fly and it swung, just like that of a ballet dancer, into Jeff's unprotected balls. The toe did score a direct hit this time, almost rupturing his right nut and causing Jeff to black out. Terri kicked him once more as Amy slid him to the ground.
"That was great, Amy! I never knew how easy it is to incapacitate a man like this!"
"There's lots more to see and do Mom. This is just the begining." Amy placed the sole of her shoe on Jeff's balls and stepped down slightly, rolling them around beneath her shoe.
"Balls are so fragile, aren't they, Amy?"
"I'm sure glad WE don't have them!" Terri watched as Amy toyed with his nuts. She managed to seperate the two and was putting quite a bit of pressure on the left one. Terri didn't want to be left out and so she began to crush the right ball.
Amy suddenly became thoughtful and pursed her lips. "Mom?"
"Yes dear."
"Is it just me, or do you also wonder what it would feel like to really crush his balls? I mean there are two balls and two of us."
"I'm not very good at math, Amy, but I think that's one ball apiece. And yes, I've been wondering since we started this what it would be like to completely ruin a man."
"I think Jeff loves me enough that if I asked him, he'd let us crush his nuts. I know I would orgasm like never before if he would let me do it."
"I was just thinking the same thing, Amy. I think I could orgasm just watching YOU orgasm from castrating a guy. This is a big decision, you know. You won't be able to have children with Jeff if we rupture his testicles."
"Not true, Mom! We had some of his sperm frozen last year as a joke!"
"Now the joke is on Jeff!"
They both laughed. After Jeff had recovered and was recuperating on the sofa, Amy and her mother broached the subject of ball-crushing with him. Amy used every feminine trick that she could and Terri gave permission for them to marry if he would only sacrifice his balls to their orgasms. Sort of a wedding gift. The alternative was that he would be kicked (literally) out of his apartment and would be homeless. Jeff finally agreed, since all he really wanted in life was to please Amy. Amy remembered the story Jeff's sister had told her about crushing that boy's balls when she was younger, and had Jeff take up the same position on a stool. His naked balls rested on the cool surface and his hands had been tied again behind his back. Amy and her mother took off their shoes and Amy climbed onto the stool. Terri sat on the floor in front of Jeff and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Jeff, for letting Amy and me smash your nuts."
Terri started fingering herself.
"Which one should I do, Mom!" Amy was so excited, and was also fingering herself under her skirt.
"Crush the right one and I'll crush the left."
Terri climbed onto the stool as well. Mother and daughter placed their bare heel on top of their chosen nut.
"Let's try to crush them at the same time," said Amy breathlessly as she started to apply incredible pressure.
"Right when we orgasm!" cried Terri as her heel started to flatten his ball.
"Oh this is going to be so good! I want to hear my soon-to-be-husband scream as his fiancee bursts his ball! SCREAM BABY!!!"
Jeff did scream as Amy and Terri stepped down further. They were both grinding his balls under their heels and getting near the orgasm point. Even through the haze of pain Jeff knew they were going to cum soon and then he would never come again. They would also never be able to practice on him again kicking his balls, but at least he would be married to the love of his life. That made it all worth it to him.
Amy started to yell furiously. "NOW MOM! WE'VE GOT TO DO IT NOW. I'M GOING TO CUM!!!!!!!!"
"SO AM I, AMY!!!! DO IT ON THREE!! ON THREE STEP ALL THE WAY DOWN AND CRUSH JEFF'S BALLS!!!!!!"
"ON THREE WE'LL DESTROY HIS NUTS!!!!!!! YELL 'CRUNCH' WHEN WE DO IT, OKAY?!!!!!!"
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE!!!!!!!"
"CRUNCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Terri and Amy stepped down, completey crushing Jeff's balls between the stool and their bare feet. The both orgasmed at the exact moment of the word 'crunch', which coincided with Jeff screaming as no man has ever screamed before right before he passed out. His balls were now just flat pancakes. The two women climbed down from the stool and held each other, being both totally drained from their nut-busting experience.
"He'll be a GREAT foot-licking slave now, Amy!"
"He'll be licking more than feet!!!"
They both laughed at the thought of Jeff between their legs licking away and called the hospital to have his broken body fixed up as much as it could be.
The End
Jeff sat alone on the sofa wearing his sweat pants and t-shirt, watching television. His girlfriend, Amy, was just coming in the door from her self-defense class.
"Hi, babe!" Jeff called with a smile.
"Hi, honey," smiled back Amy.
She plopped down next to him on the sofa and they embraced. She seemed in a depressed mood.
"What's wrong, Amy?"
"I just don't think I'm getting the hang of this self-defense stuff. Me and the other women just can't tell if what we're doing is effective or not?"
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Well, the guy we use to practice on has all this padding, so we can't tell if our blows are effective. All we have to go on is the instructors assurances that what we're doing can incapacitate a man."
"That's too bad, hun. I wish there was some way I could help." Jeff went back to watching television.
Amy bit her lower lip while she tought about what to say to Jeff. She had hit upon the idea on her drive home and was uncertain how to procede.
"Well, there is a way you could help..."
"What...huh? Did you say something, babe?"
"I said...there IS a way you could help me."
"Sure, doll, anything you want." Jeff really wanted to get back to watching television so figured what the heck.
"I'd like to ask you something."
"Sure Amy, go ahead."
"Well.....I was wondering if I could practice some of my moves on you...to see how they work on an unprotected man."
Jeff was sort of amused by this. Did she really think anything she could do would hurt a grown man? "Sure thing, Amy," he said with a chuckle.
"First, I want to knee you in the nuts!" She said excitedly while pulling him to his feet.
Jeff hadn't expected this and immediately lost his smile. This WOULD hurt!
"Amy, I can't let you hit me THERE!"
Amy began to pout. "Don't you LOVE me? How can I protect myself from nasty men if I'm not sure if my techniques work?"
"But Amy..."
"You DO love me...don't you?"
Jeff sighed and swallowed visibly. "Well....."
"GREAT!!! Now come stand over here and spread your legs slightly." She dragged him over to stand in the middle of the room and had him assume a spread-leg position in front of her. She reached her dainty hand between his legs and felt around for his balls. Once she found them she patted them lightly and smiled at Jeff. "There they are. I want to make sure I get your nuts dead on so I can see your reaction. Now look me in the eyes so you don't see my knee coming, otherwise you might try to protect your nads." Jeff looked her in the eyes and noticed she had a happy sparkle there. How could he deny her anything? Here she was about to bust his balls and yet she had the happiest expression on her face he had ever seen.
Amy thought she would tease him a bit first. "Have you ever been kneed in the balls before, Jeff?"
"Uh...yeah," he said, a bit embarassed.
"Tell me about it sweetie." She proceeded to rub his cock through his sweatpants and he started to get hard.
"I was about 15 years old the first time, and my sister and I were play fighting. She didn't like the fact that I was roughing her up and she kept telling me I'd be sorry." Amy stopped rubbing his cock, now that it was hard and out of the way of his precious gems. She now had a clear shot. "Well...I didn't stop and kept pushing her. She fell onto her back, and I went to stand over her. Next thing I knew, she had thrust her bare foot up into my balls and yelled 'CRUNCH'!"
"Mmmmmmm," said Amy seductively, "your own sister kicked your nuts?" Amy was enjoying this more than she thought!
"Yeah, and then I fell down and grabbed myself and cried for a long time."
"And she yelled 'crunch'? Why was that?" Amy chuckled at Jeff's embarassment.
"I uh...she used to use that phrase every time she talked about kicking a guy in the groin. She used to chase me around the house after that kicking her leg towards my jewels and yelling 'crunch'."
"Now before I knee your nuts, I want you to tell me that you love me!"
Jeff swallowed and started to speak. "I lov......."
Amy didn't wait for him to finish. She swung her leg back and swiftly brought her knee up into his ballsack. At the same instant she yelled, "CRUNCH!!!" She watched to see Jeff's reaction.
Jeff was shocked by the blow, since he hadn't expected her knee to come yet. He started to crumple from the pain but tried to remain standing. He didn't want Amy to think he was a wimp who couldn't handle the pain. It worked to his disadvantage.
"Shoot...I must have missed them!"
Jeff opened his mouth to tell her she was wrong but didn't get the chance.
"Don't worry, Jeff. I'll crush those nuts this time!"
She gripped him by the shoulders again and brought her knee up even more forcefully, yelling "CRUNCH" twice as loud as before.
This time Jeff gave in to the unbearable agony and slid noiselessly to the ground, holding his crotch.
Amy talked to him as he lay there, whimpering in a high-pitched voice. "So it takes two hits to the balls to make a man fall down. We'll have to try it again to make sure. But first I want to try a kick to the balls with my foot. I wonder, Jeff, should I kick you barefoot? NO...I'll put my high heels on. If I ever get attacked I'll be wearing my heels more than likely anyway."
Amy ran to the bedroom and came out wearing her sexy heels. Jeff had managed to get to his knees.
"Ready lover?" asked Amy.
Jeff shook his head. "I don't think I can," he said. She smiled, thinking his voice sounded a little closer to soprano than it had a few minutes ago.
"But honey," she began to pout, "don't you love me?" She smiled warmly at him.
Jeff couldn't resist. "Okay, Amy. But just once more for today, alright?"
Amy agreed.
She had Jeff stand in front of her again, but this time blindfolded him so he wouldn't see her foot coming. "This is my favorite move, Jeff. I love all the groin shots but the front kick to the nuts is my favorite! My teacher says I'm REALLY good at this one. She calls me the 'ball-buster'. Isn't that funny? I guess we'll see if I live up to that, huh?"
She took a step back. Jeff heard her heels clack on the floor and started to shiver. She slowly raised her foot between his legs and felt around for his balls with the point of her shoe. Jeff jumped at her touch. "I haven't done anything yet, silly." She giggled. "Just want to find your eggs, dear. Then I'm going to scramble them!" She lowered her leg back down to the floor and eyed his balls possessively. She was going to enjoy this!
Then suddenly, with all the force she could muster, she swung her leg forward and kicked him square in the left nut with the point of her shoe. He dropped like a rock, yelling like a dying elephant. Amy just smiled down at him and laughed. "You look so funny down there, Jeff! Did Amy bust your balls?" She laughed again.
She was struck by a sudden thought. There was one more move she could practice while he was incapacitated. She reached down and grabbed his ankles. She lifted them up and spread his legs, leaving him vulnerable. She kicked off her heels and raised one bare foot over his balls. Then with sudden fury, she slammed her bare heel into his nuts and started grinding away. She laughed at his cries for mercy and finally let him alone. She went and showered, leaving Jeff to fend for himself on the floor. After awhile, a long while, Jeff managed to get to his feet and heard Amy coming out of the bathroom. He saw her bending over, trying to select something to wear from her bureau drawer. He quietly limped up behind her, to give her a hug and let her know he was alright. He reached out his arm and put it on her shoulder.
"Amy..."
Amy grabbed his arm and spun around. "YER GONNA BE WEARIN YER BALLS FOR EARRINGS NUMNUTS!!!!!" And then she proceeded to knee his balls once again. She clapped and said, "You're really great letting me practice on you like that. Good thinking, trying a sneak attack like that!" She kneeled down and kissed Jeff on the cheek as he let out a high-pitched wail.
"I can't wait to tell the girls at class about this! Maybe you can go to class with me and we can ALL practice on you! You know, my Mom wanted me to teach her some of this stuff! She'd like to take a swing at your nuts!" She laughed. "Hey...maybe I could get some pointers from your sister! Let me get dressed, and then we can play some more, lover. I have this great move called hit-twist-pull, or something like that....."
To be continued.....
Self-Defense Practice, Part2
Amy was on the phone with Jeff's sister, telling her about her thrilling experience of practicing her self-defense moves on Jeff. Jeff's sister, Kelly, was laughing on the other end of the receiver.
"So where is my sweet brother?" she said between giggles.
"He's in the bedroom lying down. I'm afraid my hit-twist-pull manuever was a bit too much for him. He's holding his balls and rolling around on the bed. I guess that's a very effective technique!" said Amy with a smile.
"I would have LOVED to see the look on his face as you twisted and pulled!"
"Well, his eyes sort of bulged out and he made this high-pitched kind of scream. Then he fell onto the bed and hasn't gotten up for almost an hour now!"
"That's too cool!" said Jeff's younger sister. "I remember putting him out several times while we were growing up. Jeff never did learn to keep out of reach of my knees and feet!"
"Tell me about what you used to do to him?"
"Well," said Kelly, thinking back, "I remember this one time we were playing tag with some friends of ours. Jeff was it and he was chasing us all around. My girlfriend told me to kick him in the balls next time he came for us. So here's come Jeff, with this big stupid grin on his face. I just stood there with my hands on my hips waiting for my big dopey brother to get close enough. When he got into range I kicked my leg out and caught him right in the nuts with my gym shoe! Right at the moment of impact, I yelled out 'CRUNCH'! He fell down and whimpered like a baby for quite some time."
"Didn't he see the kick coming?"
"Sure, but by then it was too late. His momentum carried him right into my waiting foot, and WHAMMO!!!"
Amy and Kelly both laughed. Kelly continued talking. "I used to enjoy embarrassing him about his fragility. I used to sit in front of him and crack walnuts, saying how much walnuts reminded me of balls. Then I'd crack another one and say 'crunch'. The 'crunch' always made Jeff shiver. I asked him once if he wondered what it would feel like to have HIS nuts take the place of the walnuts. I said something like 'Can I crunch your nuts with the nutcrackers, Jeffy? It's not the same doing it to these walnuts!" Then I cracked another one while looking him in the eyes and smiled at him."
"What did he do?" asked Amy between girlish giggles.
"He got all red in the face and embarrassed. It was great." Kelly suddenly laughed with the thought of another memory. "There was this one time, when we were out sunbathing on the ground in the backyard. Jeff was wearing his bikini trunks and had his knees drawn up and slightly apart. I could see his balls outlined in the trunks. It was too much to pass up. We were home alone so I knew I could get away with it. Jeff had his eyes closed, so I quietly got up and went to stand between his legs. I raised my foot over his crotch and balanced on one leg. I mean you could REALLY see the outline of each individual nut his trunks were so tight. For a few moments I just stood there with my bare foot dangling over his crotch, knowing I could burst his berries if I wanted to. It made me feel very powerful, my brother's balls at my mercy. Well, I finally got tired of standing on my one leg, so rammed my foot into his balls and started twisting. He jolted up screaming and trying to pull my foot away. Well this pissed me off so I stepped down harder, grinding his nuts under my bare heel. Boy did he scream! I asked him if I could make it so he couldn't have babies, but he didn't say anything, except for the screaming of course!"
Amy was laughing. "So what happened?"
"Well, the little wimp passed out. I felt his balls to see if I had crushed them,but they were both intact."
"Thanks for leaving them for me! Otherwise I couldn't practice!" Both women giggled.
"It was the first time I had ever seen a boy naked. I remember Jeff walking funny for a week after that! So what about you, Amy? Ever crunch a guys nuts?"
"Well.....I remember one guy back in grade school. It was in gym class. We were playing soccer and this guy and me were both going for the ball. I remember him slipping on the ground and landing with his legs spread. I kicked the ball, oops, I mean I kicked BALLS! They took him off the field and the game went on. I didn't see him back at school for several days."
"HA!" exclaimed Kelly. "I bet he didn't want to play any more co-ed soccer! That reminds me of the time in gym class when we were all practicing gymastics. One guy ran to the spring-board, jumped off it and tried to make it over the horse. Well, he landed RIGHT on the horse, RIGHT on his nuts! He fell off and started crying as all the girls laughed at him. Our gym teacher was also a woman, and even SHE smiled! All the boys sort of wandered off into the background!"
"Too bad they don't teach a class in grade school to teach girls how to kick balls," said Amy wistfully. "How did you learn to kick, Kelly?"
"My friend Megan taught me. She had a male cousin that lived with her. Boy did she used to bully him! He was so scared of her! Megan taught me how to bust balls using her cousin as a model. We actually crushed one of his testicles we got so carried away!"
"REALLY!!! Tell me about it!" whispered Amy excitedly.
"We tied him up once, gagging him, and told him we wanted to see how much pressure a ball could take before it exploded. He whimpered and tried to call away but he was tied so tightly there was no way for him to get away. First Megan took a nut in her hand and squeezed. Her cousin started twisting all crazy-like on the floor. He kept up this high-pitched shrilling noise. God it was funny! Well finally Megan let me have my turn since she wasn't having any luck. I squeezed and squeezed but the slippery little sucker kept popping out from between my thumb and forefinger! Megan and I got SO pissed! Finally Megan suggested stepping on his ball, which was fine by me. We managed to drag her cousin near a footstool, and I held him up against the stool as Megan placed his nuts on the hard wood surface."
Amy interrupted at this point. "Didn't he fight you?"
"Heck no! He was out cold from all the ball squeezing! Well Megan and I argued over who would get to pop the ball, but she said it was her cousin, so she would bust the nut. I agreed but was kind of pissed off. I watched her put her little bare foot onto his left nut. We kept laughing! Man it was great! Megan stepped down and kept saying that she thought it was about to explode. Finally it DID explode!"
"How could you tell?"
"Before the nut gave way, there was a little bit of space between Megan's foot and the stool, but suddenly her foot made contact with the wood. Megan gasped out loud and said it felt all squishy and icky. She stepped down and I poked my finger into the pulpy mess that had been her cousin's left nut. She was right...it WAS all squisky and icky!"
Both Amy and Kelly laughed, as only women CAN laugh at such a grisly event.
"What happened to Megan's cousin?"
"Megan told him if he didn't say he was jumped and mugged, that we'd take his other ball and he'd never be able to have kids!"
Again they both laughed. "How did Megan learn to kick balls?"
"Her mother taught her. She told her all about men and their sensitive balls. She even ENCOURAGED Megan to kick boys in the balls. I think she even knew about us crushing her nephew's ball. If she did she never said anything about it. She was really cool."
"I bet she was! But I tell you, your brother is such a dear for letting me practice kicking him in the balls. My mother is coming over and I'm going to teach her some of my moves. Jeff has agreed to let her kick him. He loves me THAT much!!! Then Jeff and I are going to my self-defense class next week and all the girls are going to get to practice on an unprotected male nutsack. Would you like to come, Kelly?"
"You bet! It's been far too long since I've kicked my brother in the balls and I'm sure he deserves it! Let me know when to be at the class and where. I'll wear my ball-kicking shoes!"
Kelly laughed and Amy smiled at her enthusiasm. Suddenly the doorbell rang as Jeff came limping out of the bedroom.
"Well I have to go, Kelly. Do you want to talk to Jeff?"
"Sure, put numnuts on!"
Amy handed Jeff the phone and went to answer the door. "Well, big brother, I hear you've been getting your balls busted by your girlfriend!" Jeff only grunted into the phone. He was looking to see who was at the door. Amy opened the door and there stood Amy's mother. She was a VERY attractive woman, looking younger than her years. She stood in the doorway wearing a short skirt and loose blouse. She had on very spiked heels and wore no stockings; she always wore her heels barefoot. Amy hugged her mother and invited her in. Suddenly Jeff was aware that Kelly was still talking on the phone.
"So Amy tells me her mother is coming over to learn some self-defense skills. Boy are they going to bust your balls or what!!!!!"
Jeff's mouth hung agape as his girlfriends mother waved over to him and eagerly looked down to his crotch.
To be continued.......
Self-Defense Practice, Part 3 (FF/m, ball-busting, foot-worship)
Amy's mother, Terri, sat on the sofa with Jeff while Amy sat quietly in the chair across from them both. Jeff noticed that Terri was uncomfortably wriggling her feet within her high heel shoes.
"Oh, Amy, my feet are KILLING me! I've been shopping all day and my sweaty feet hurt like hell!"
"Jeff," said Amy, "why don't you be a dear and massage my mother's feet?"
Terri's eyes widened in glee. "Jeff would you do that for me?"
"Yes ma'am," said Jeff uncomfortably.
Terri kicked off her shoes and roughly placed her bare feet in Jeff's lap, accidentally bumping his balls, causing Jeff to wince visibly. Amy's mother giggled slightly.
"Sorry Jeff, dear. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No ma'am," he said as he began to rub her moist, sweaty feet. They smelled very strongly and even caused him to feel a bit nauseous. He ran his fingers between her toes, as Amy liked to have him do to her, and ran his fingers up her wrinkly soles. This caused her to jerk involuntarily as he tickled her, once again causing a shot to his balls. Jeff grimaced with the impact of Terri's foot on his nuts.
"Jeff, please don't tickle me like that. It could be worse for you, than it would be for me!"
Amy laughed. "Don't worry Mom, you'll give him plenty worse before the night is over! Jeff, do for Mom's feet like you do for me. You know...with your tongue."
Terri looked eager to see what Jeff would do with his tongue. Her anticipation didn't last long as Jeff slowly, and a bit relunctantly, raised her foot to his mouth and began to lick the sweat from her salty soles. It caused Terri to laugh and Amy to stick her tongue out and make a yuck noise.
"I bet it tastes horrible!" shrieked Amy.
"I KNOW my feet taste horrible! I haven't washed them today and those tight heels have been on ALL day!"
"That's okay, Jeff doesn't mind. Do you, honey?"
Jeff mumbled a no from between Terri's toes, even though he felt like he was going to gag. Amy, sitting across from Jeff lifted her own feet into his lap, precariously near his balls. She wiggled her toes.
"Well Mom, you know why I asked you hear, don't you?"
Terri blushed slightly. "You said you were going to have me practice some kicks on Jeff. Kicking him...you know...there." She pointed to where she felt Jeff's balls were located in his sweatpants.
"His nuts, Mom. They're called nuts! Don't be such a prude."Amy laughed at her mother's embarassment. "Actually we call them lots of different names: nuts, balls, plums, cajones, nads, rocks, berries....."
"Okay, okay!" Terri placatingly raised her hands. "I get the point. I'm here to kick Jeff in his...his balls."
Jeff stopped licking. He couldn't concentrate on this woman's feet, knowing she was soon going to be kicking him in his groin with these very feet. Amy gently prodded his testicles with her bare heel.
"Looks like Jeff's done cleaning your feet, Mom. So I guess we can get down to the business at hand...or should I say foot!" Amy and her mother exchanged smiles.
"But Jeff dear, I don't want you to think that just because you're dating my daughter you have to let me kick your...you know...balls."
"No really, it's alright." Jeff couldn't believe he had just said that, but now there was no backing out. Amy pulled him upright and began tieing on his blindfold.
"What's that for honey?" said Terri as she too stood up.
"If Jeff sees your foot or knee coming, he'll bend over and you won't be able to strike his balls as hard."
"Oh...that makes sense dear."
"Put your high heels on Mom. This way it will be more realistic and you won't have to worry about hurting your toes."
Jeff couldn't believe that Amy's biggest concern was her mother getting a bruised toe! She was even encoraging her mother to wear her heels to cause more realistic pain! What had he gotten himself into? Even now Amy was securely tieing his hands behind his back as to keep them out of the way. Amy too put her heels on and the mother and daughter team stood directly in front of the bound boyfriend.
"Well first, Mom, I want you to learn how to verbally humiliate a man and scare the crap out of him."
"What should I do?"
"Well listen to me, and see if you can come up with something similar."
Amy walked up to Jeff and slowly began sliding her knee gently up under his testicles, tapping them lightly. She began speaking seductively to her trembling boyfriend. "I'm going to kick you so hard in your nutsack, Jeff, that you'll never be able to have kids. You'll be begging me to cut your nuts off by the time I'm finished with them. Have you ever wondered what it's like to have your testicles completely crushed? Your sister told me about how she helped to denut some poor guy. Would you like me to denut you? Make you my eunuch slave? I could, you know. It would be so easy to lift my foot into your dangling berries and pop your little grapes. Could I crush them? Please can I crush your nuts? It would make me so happy to crush them, Jeff. Don't you think every woman should experience what it's like to crush a man's nuts?"
Jeff was becoming more and more apprehensive and was sweating badly when Amy's knee was suddenly gone from between his legs and she resumed her normal speaking voice.
"See, Mom, nothing to it. Your turn, now."
Terri had grown visibly excited by her daughter's treatment of Jeff and eagerly stepped up to her daughter's boyfriend. She slowly reached her hand down, reaching inside his sweat pants to cup his testicles. Jeff shivered. Terri and Amy smiled.
"I like the feel of a man's ballbag in my firm grip. It gives me a power I've never felt before. It's a good feeling knowing I can ruin you with a squeeze." She shifted his balls in her hand and got hold of one of his nuts in between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed it slightly causing Jeff to wince. "I could castrate you one ball at a time. What do you think? I know just where to kick you to turn you into a permanent soprano in a girls' choir." She put her mouth very close to Jeff's ear and whispered very softly. "If you ever hurt my daughter, I WILL crush your balls! I'll suck them one at a time into my mouth and chew them, grinding them into a gooey mess!" She finished by squeezing him hard this time, making Jeff gasp and Amy laugh. Terri returned to standing next to Amy.
"Now it's time to learn some kneeing, Mom. First hold him tightly by the shoulders."
Terri walked up to Jeff and grabbed hold of his shoulders, adjusting the position of her feet.
"Now pull your leg back and when you're ready, let your knee fly RIGHT into...and through...his nutsack."
Terri did as instructed. She slooowwwlllyy pulled her leg back as far as it would go. Jeff waited nervously for the blow to come. Suddenly he heard Terri's heel strike the floor and she grabbed his shoulders harder.
"Ooops! I lost my balance." Again she brought her knee back in a slow manner, looking down between Jeff's legs. She swiftly brought her knee up and hit Jeff squarely on the inner thigh, about an inch from his balls.
"DAMN!!! I missed the balls!" Terri tried again and this time hit too high, banging her knee into his penis. Jeff let out a muffled groan. "Now I'm pissed! I swear I'm going to pulverize his nuts!"
"Go for it, Mom! I think you've found the range, now!"
Terri dug her nails into Jeff's shoulders, causing him minor pain. She lifted one corner of his blindfold so she could look him in his eye. She was so mad at having been robbed of her dangling targets three times that she hissed venom at him. "I'm going to splatter your balls all over your pelvis!"
"Just think...my boyfriend, the ball-less wonder!"
"At least while you're rolling around on the ground holding what's left of your precious nuts, you'll be in the perfect position to lick my smelly feet some more!" Jeff's one visible eye twitched nervously while Terri grinned cruelly at him.
"Kiss'em goodbye!"
Terri's leg swung back and came rushing forward to ram into his balls. Her knee crunched his testicles up into body, and Jeff started to fall. Suddenly Amy was behind him and using her body as a splint to hold him up. Terri took this opportunity to knee him again, bringing another cry of pain from Jeff.
"What's he mumbling to himself?" asked Terri.
Amy listened for a moment and began laughing. "He keeps saying, 'my balls, my balls' over and over again. Terri laughed as well.
"Come on, Jeff, take it like a man. You love me, DON'T YOU?!?" teased Amy.
Jeff managed to squeak out a high-pitched 'yes'.
"Well, Mom, that's the knee to the nuts. Now how about the front kick to the balls?"
"Sounds like fun, dear! I bet I could really do some damage with this pointy toe!"
"You betcha! My instructor at the defense class says she's ruptured quite a few balls with high heels on. She showed us once what a kick would do to a watermelon. She told us to imagine the watermelon what a giant testicle. She kicked the big testicle real hard with her toe and it sunk in pretty deep into the watermelon. It left a huge whole. It was right after that that the one man in the class quit. I remember him getting very pale when us women giggled about rupturing nuts."
"She sounds like a real ball-busting bitch," said Terri.
"She is, Mom. You'll like her when you meet her in class next week! I'm not sure Jeff will like her though. But anyway, back to the ball-kicking. Stand back aways and let loose with a kick. Try to get him with the toe of the shoe."
Terri backed up slightly and pulled her leg back. She imagined she was a ballet dancer, about to thrust her leg and foot out towards her dance partner. She would,of course, misjudge the distance and nail him in the scrotum. She kicked forward. Instead of her toe hitting his balls, it struck him in the anus, although the top of her foot managed to compress his testicles nicely. Jeff tried to fall but Amy held him upright.
"Good one, Mom. But you're missing his nuts with the toe. Imagine he was some mean evil rapist who attacked you...or raped ME! Imagine he just raped your daughter!"
This seemed to enrage Terri, who moved a little farther back and started to grind her teeth together and clench her fists.
"Go on Mom, burst those balls!!! Let that sexy foot fly!"
Terri did indeed let her foot fly and it swung, just like that of a ballet dancer, into Jeff's unprotected balls. The toe did score a direct hit this time, almost rupturing his right nut and causing Jeff to black out. Terri kicked him once more as Amy slid him to the ground.
"That was great, Amy! I never knew how easy it is to incapacitate a man like this!"
"There's lots more to see and do Mom. This is just the begining." Amy placed the sole of her shoe on Jeff's balls and stepped down slightly, rolling them around beneath her shoe.
"Balls are so fragile, aren't they, Amy?"
"I'm sure glad WE don't have them!" Terri watched as Amy toyed with his nuts. She managed to seperate the two and was putting quite a bit of pressure on the left one. Terri didn't want to be left out and so she began to crush the right ball.
Amy suddenly became thoughtful and pursed her lips. "Mom?"
"Yes dear."
"Is it just me, or do you also wonder what it would feel like to really crush his balls? I mean there are two balls and two of us."
"I'm not very good at math, Amy, but I think that's one ball apiece. And yes, I've been wondering since we started this what it would be like to completely ruin a man."
"I think Jeff loves me enough that if I asked him, he'd let us crush his nuts. I know I would orgasm like never before if he would let me do it."
"I was just thinking the same thing, Amy. I think I could orgasm just watching YOU orgasm from castrating a guy. This is a big decision, you know. You won't be able to have children with Jeff if we rupture his testicles."
"Not true, Mom! We had some of his sperm frozen last year as a joke!"
"Now the joke is on Jeff!"
They both laughed. After Jeff had recovered and was recuperating on the sofa, Amy and her mother broached the subject of ball-crushing with him. Amy used every feminine trick that she could and Terri gave permission for them to marry if he would only sacrifice his balls to their orgasms. Sort of a wedding gift. The alternative was that he would be kicked (literally) out of his apartment and would be homeless. Jeff finally agreed, since all he really wanted in life was to please Amy. Amy remembered the story Jeff's sister had told her about crushing that boy's balls when she was younger, and had Jeff take up the same position on a stool. His naked balls rested on the cool surface and his hands had been tied again behind his back. Amy and her mother took off their shoes and Amy climbed onto the stool. Terri sat on the floor in front of Jeff and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Jeff, for letting Amy and me smash your nuts."
Terri started fingering herself.
"Which one should I do, Mom!" Amy was so excited, and was also fingering herself under her skirt.
"Crush the right one and I'll crush the left."
Terri climbed onto the stool as well. Mother and daughter placed their bare heel on top of their chosen nut.
"Let's try to crush them at the same time," said Amy breathlessly as she started to apply incredible pressure.
"Right when we orgasm!" cried Terri as her heel started to flatten his ball.
"Oh this is going to be so good! I want to hear my soon-to-be-husband scream as his fiancee bursts his ball! SCREAM BABY!!!"
Jeff did scream as Amy and Terri stepped down further. They were both grinding his balls under their heels and getting near the orgasm point. Even through the haze of pain Jeff knew they were going to cum soon and then he would never come again. They would also never be able to practice on him again kicking his balls, but at least he would be married to the love of his life. That made it all worth it to him.
Amy started to yell furiously. "NOW MOM! WE'VE GOT TO DO IT NOW. I'M GOING TO CUM!!!!!!!!"
"SO AM I, AMY!!!! DO IT ON THREE!! ON THREE STEP ALL THE WAY DOWN AND CRUSH JEFF'S BALLS!!!!!!"
"ON THREE WE'LL DESTROY HIS NUTS!!!!!!! YELL 'CRUNCH' WHEN WE DO IT, OKAY?!!!!!!"
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE!!!!!!!"
"CRUNCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Terri and Amy stepped down, completey crushing Jeff's balls between the stool and their bare feet. The both orgasmed at the exact moment of the word 'crunch', which coincided with Jeff screaming as no man has ever screamed before right before he passed out. His balls were now just flat pancakes. The two women climbed down from the stool and held each other, being both totally drained from their nut-busting experience.
"He'll be a GREAT foot-licking slave now, Amy!"
"He'll be licking more than feet!!!"
They both laughed at the thought of Jeff between their legs licking away and called the hospital to have his broken body fixed up as much as it could be.
The End
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