Caligula's Ball-Busting Stories

A short story I wrote

2009-02-03T15:56:00.000-05:00

GODDESS GLORY, BALLBUSTER

By Caligula

Goddess Glory watched as the young, very young, white boy entered the hotel room where she was waiting for him. His eyes were downcast and his face flushed red, obviously out of embarrassment at having requested this meeting with a powerful black woman and at what he had asked her to do. It was one thing to be bold over the privacy of the internet but to be here now face to face was a different matter. It took every ounce of manhood he had to walk into the hotel and he stood outside the room door for 10 minutes before finally knocking and coming in. Goddess looked him up and down and didn’t think much of him, but the she never did think much of her “toys”.

“How old are you, boy, and what’s your name? Not that your name matters, but I like to know the name of the person I’m about to ruin. It makes it more personal for me.”

The young man turned a deeper shade of red, if that was possible, and coughed before answering. “Jeff, ma’am. I’m eighteen. I mean I just turned eighteen last week.”

“How experienced are you, boy?”

“Um…I’m a virgin, ma’am.”

Goddess laughed. So young. It would be fun hurting this little white boy. She had never broken someone so innocent and pure before. She would enjoy destroying him.

“Look at me, boy.”

Jeff looked up sheepishly to take in this black woman. She was wearing black pointy toe heels…ouch, he knew those were going to hurt and his dick twitched in his pants. His eyes traveled up her long black legs and took in her short skirt, her tight low cut top exposing plenty of cleavage and finally rested on her dazzling white smile and playful eyes. He smiled shyly and looked away, unable to meet her gaze for more than a few moments. He scanned the room restlessly, not knowing where to look, and found he kept stealing peeks at Goddess’s feet in those wicked evil shoes. Goddess reclined back onto the bed, propped herself up on her elbows and dangled her feet over the edge of the mattress.

“Well let’s get started, boy. I don’t have all night. Come over here and take these shoes off my feet.”

She snapped her fingers and it made Jeff jump slightly. He walked over to the bed and knelt in front of those well worn stilettos. He gently and slowly removed each shoe. He could smell her feet as soon as they were free and as she wiggled her toes at him he realized he was now hard as a rock.

“Smell them. Sniff the balls of my feet until I tell you to stop.”

Jeff placed his nose on the ball of her foot as she commanded. Her foot was moist with sweat from being trapped inside the shoe and it was slippery against his nose. He breathed in deeply and coughed from the strong scent. It wasn’t unpleasant to him, just overwhelming. As he coughed he backed up slightly from her feet.

“Did I tell you to stop motherfucker? SNIFF!”

Now that he was prepared he was able to return to her soles and smell their aroma without choking. Jeff was in heaven and pressed his nose into her toes allowing his lips to brush the ball of her foot. Goddess knew what he wanted.

“You can lick them, but you better not stop until you lick every inch of my soles you sick little fuck.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

Jeff took his time. This was a gift to be relished slowly. He nervously stuck out his tongue and placed it on the heel of her foot and licked upwards towards the toes. His dick ached in his pants as he lapped the salty tang of her feet like a dog licking it’s own nuts. He licked both feet like his life depended on it and when he was satisfied that SHE was satisfied with the job he had done he looked up at her eagerly, his former shyness all but forgotten.

Goddess was waiting for him to become more bold, less shy, before she crushed his ego. “Well let’s move on to why you’re REALLY here.” She stood up off the bed and slipped her pointy toe heels back on. “So you want me to kick you in the fuckin balls, huh? You get off on thinking about my powerful black feet and knees racking your tiny eighteen year old white nads up into your throat, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am. I think about it a lot. I‘ve never been kicked before.”

“I’m sure you do, perv, but once I make it so you can’t have babies you won’t think about it so much anymore…well you might think about it a lot with regret when you can’t get your puny dick hard anymore.” Goddess laughed at him as his newfound boldness started to disappear and his ego to shrink. He began looking down again with that stupid grin on his face. Well he wouldn’t be grinning for long.

“You’re in luck, boy, cause I LOVE busting balls.” Goddess let silence hang in the air for a few moments and then startled Jeff by shouting out, “SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!”

Jeff snapped to attention and spread his legs. He was torn between so many emotions…fear at being kicked in the balls…anxiety from having wanted this for so long…and foolishness for having his dick hard and pointing at a 90 degree angle from his body, quite obviously pointing at Goddess Glory.

Goddess knew this young dumb white boy expected her to go easy, at least at first, but she didn’t like to take it easy. She was doing this for HER enjoyment and she received no pleasure from light love taps to a man’s nuts. What she was about to do was her right as a woman, and she felt she understood this male’s need to submit to her…to offer up his most precious possessions, his testicles, for her amusement.

Goddess Glory took a running start and kicked her leg up right between his thighs, crushing his balls between her foot and his pelvis. She took a step back, hands on hips, and watched for the inevitable reaction. She loved this part. It was made even more special for her by the fact that this boy had never had his balls kicked before. She was his first…and quite possibly his last. She chuckled inwardly.

Jeff couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened. He thought there would be some buildup. Some light playful kicks or some gentle knees before they worked up to the real rough stuff. Goddess looked on amused as Jeff’s eyes started to scrunch up and his hands shot to protect his junk…too late…his knees sagged and he sank to the ground in the fetal position.

“That’s just to show you I don’t fuck around and you better not get cocky with me! Hurts like a motherfucker, don’t it?”

Jeff couldn’t respond. He opened his mouth and a high pitched warbling escaped from his throat. Goddess could start to make out words interspersed throughout the gibberish and she already knew what those words would be.

“My balls…my balls…my balls…” Jeff wailed many octaves higher than his normal voice. To add to his embarrassment, he was openly crying. Goodness why did he have to cry!

“Ohhhhh poor baby. Did mommy crush your balls? I bet that erection is gone now! Hahaha!” Goddess Glory stepped in front of his face and nudged his lips with the toe of her shoe. Jeff opened his eyes enough to look at those deadly high heels shoes. “I call these shoes my nutcrackers. I hope you jerked off that tiny prick of yours before you got here and spilt your nut sauce cause I don’t think your balls are going to work after meeting me.”

Goddess Glory sat cross legged in a comfy armchair while she waited for Jeff to recover from her awesome kick. She hoped he realized how lucky he was to be on the receiving end of such a blow. While he squirmed on the ground she took her time looking him over…he was kind of cute for a white boy, especially with those tear stained cheeks. She wanted to lick the tears from his cheeks, to taste his realization that he was just a boy…a boy with balls. And girls were better than boys. He might have suspected girls were better but her foot in his nuts was the ultimate proof.

Eventually Jeff was able to stand, and wiped his face with his sleeve in an attempt to clear away the dry tears. If only the shame and humiliation he felt could be wiped away so easily.

“Did your balls drop, boy?” Goddess laughed.

“Yes, ma’am. You fixed them real good.”

“I haven’t fixed you…yet! Take your clothes off so I can see what I’m aiming for.”

Jeff complied, albeit slowly. His dick, already small to begin with, seemed even smaller to him now. Being kicked in the balls did that to a guy, he guessed.

“I think we should try some knees, don’t you?”

“If you think that’s best.”

Goddess approached him and reached out to rest her hands on his shoulders. He flinched when she touched him…the memory of his recent encounter with her foot still too fresh in his mind.

“Easy, baby. Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m just…scared.”

“They’re just balls, honey,” she cooed.

Goddess Glory then gripped his shoulders hard and used the added leverage to thrust her knee into his groin. She felt his naked ball sack squish against her knee, his twin orbs easily detectable against her bare flesh. Jeff’s eyes bugged out and the wind left his lungs with a “whoosh”. While nowhere near as devastating as her kick, the knee still hurt like fuck. He doubled over and was eyelevel with her heaving breasts. Through a haze of pain he could make out that her nipples were hard as they strained against her tight top.

“Balls…” he croaked.

Goddess chuckled again and jiggled her boobs.

“Would you like to touch them?” she teased.

“Yes please,” he whimpered in reply.

Jeff removed his hands from protecting his gonads and reached out to touch Goddess’s gorgeous breasts. His grasping fingers were stopped just short of making contact with those perfect globes as Goddess jammed another knee into his balls.

“I asked if you’d like to touch them! I didn’t say you COULD touch them!”

Jeff sank to his knees, his eyes misting up again. He tried to steady himself to keep from falling over by grabbing onto to Goddess’s sexy legs.

“See, your ego needs to be broken. If you were properly submissive you would fall down instead of trying to hold yourself upright, like you can be stronger than the pain in your balls I just gave you with my knee. But don’t worry, baby, I’ll break your ego…well I’ll break SOMETHING.”

Goddess then drew her leg back and kicked Jeff square in the balls with the pointed toe of her high heel shoe.

“Ohhh…did I hear a crunch? Hahahahaha!” Goddess laughed as Jeff fell over like a sack of flour and muttered almost incoherently about balls and shoes. “I told you I’d break something…someTHINGS? That HAD to hurt! Right with the toe! I told you these were my nutcrackers, baby.”

The humor was lost on Jeff, however, as he was in such a state of pain that all he could do was try and not vomit. Had he really wanted this? He wasn’t certain anymore. It seemed more that this is what Goddess Glory wanted, and his poor bewitched mind was only made to think this was his fantasy. He did need to submit to her though. It didn’t really matter what form it took, just that he suffered beneath her and gave his will to her. She was the Goddess and he was just some worthless white boy with balls to offer up to her for sacrifice.

After a few minutes he felt Goddess wrap her hand around his nuts and tug. Goddess Glory didn’t get the desired reaction at first and so she twisted his nuts as far as they would go and tugged again. Did she really hear a crunching sound that time? Tee-hee! Too bad for ballboy if she did!

She dragged Jeff by his balls across the floor and propped him up against the wall in a sitting position, his legs spread wide. She left him sitting there, dazed, as she rummaged through the desk drawers searching for something.

“You know, white boy, I feel bad. You just had your eighteenth birthday and I didn’t give you anything special.” Goddess found what she was looking for and turned to face Jeff. She was holding a very thick phone book. “Well I’m about to give you something special. I’m about to give you something you’ll never forget.” Her smile was breathtaking.

She skipped over to where Jeff was sitting against the wall and dropped the book on the floor between his splayed legs. She lifted his balls by the bag and shoved the phone book underneath them. She let go of his sack and his balls landed atop the yellow pages with a plop.

She slipped her right foot out of her shoe and teased Jeff’s cock with her toes.

“Balls are such delicate things, aren’t they? So easy to hurt. So easy to crush.”

The teasing of her toes and the taunting of her voice caused Jeff’s dick to get hard despite the pain he still felt in his balls.

“I bet you were hoping maybe for a birthday foot job? Hahaha! Only real men get to spill their baby batter on my toes. You’re just a silly white boy. No, I have something better for you.”

As she spoke Goddess removed her soft foot from his cock and lightly placed the ball of her foot on his left testicle.

“You know it’s funny…you can turn a nut into peanut butter, but you can’t turn peanut butter back into a nut.

Jeff whimpered as she rolled his nugget underneath her foot, a sinking feeling entering his stomach.

“I read somewhere, boy, that it takes 110 pounds of pressure to rupture a ball…to pop a nut. How much do you think I weigh? Do you think I weigh more than 110 pounds? I’m not really certain myself. Wanna make a guess? Wanna find out?”

Jeff cupped her bare heel in his hands and rubbed softly, hoping his gentle gesture would make Goddess change her mind with what she was about to do. In return Goddess Glory closed her eyes and moaned softly. She started rubbing her nipples with her fingertips and groaned louder.

“Oh yeah, baby, rub my foot with your hands…it feels soooooo good!”

She continued to moan and lick her lips…Jeff was thinking maybe she’d spare his ball if only he could make her orgasm…and then she just stopped and started laughing at him.

“FOOLED YA! Play time is over!”

And then, with his nut trapped under the ball of her foot, Goddess Glory stood on tiptoe. The pain was immediate. Jeff’s whole body was on fire and his gentle rubbing of her heel turned into a feeble clawing. To Goddess Glory it seemed he was trying to lift her up, actually trying to pick her up by the heel to relieve the pressure on his balls. Silly boy.

“It sure is looking like I weigh under 110 pounds, right?”

She stood there, balancing on one leg, balancing on his ball…and then she started bouncing up and down, the ball of her foot squishing his spongy nut with each hop. Jeff’s eyes were crossed and his tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth. He sounded like a tea kettle, only quieter. Goddess found she was actually getting aroused from bouncing on this eighteen year old virgin white boy’s nut. With Jeff staring straight ahead, at her crotch, she lowered her fingers and started rubbing herself. It didn’t take much effort on her part…Jeff’s nut seemed to be doing most of the work of making her cum. Just a soft stroking of her fingertips in the right place, grind her foot back and forth, bounce up and down…and Goddess had an orgasm. She seemed to think she must have blacked out for a moment and when she regained her senses she realized she was still standing on Jeff’s nut. Goddess Glory laughed and finally released his poor virgin nut from beneath her ball busting foot.

“Looks like you made me cum after all, white boy.”

She knelt down between his legs and felt for his left ball. It was swelling quickly and he’d be sore for a LONG time to come, but the nut was just fine.

“You win, boy! I guess I weigh less than 110 pounds!”

With that Goddess Glory slipped her high heel back on, grabbed her purse off the bed and stepped to the door. She turned around to blow Jeff a birthday kiss and then left him there to nurse his wounds as she headed out to a club to find a real man.

THE END

Oyster Dinner With The Family

2009-01-20T22:48:00.000-05:00

Oyster Dinner With the Family

By Caligula

Jeff was sitting in front of the television watching some boring show. Jeff's Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa had been invited over for dinner by his widowed mother, Patricia, and his thoughts kept straying to the scene he knew was playing out in the back yard. All three of the women were sunbathing themselves out in the back yard, in very skimpy bikinis. He felt guilty fantasizing about his near naked female relations yet still got a massive hard-on when trying to picture their tan, hard, squirming bodies. He finally got frustrated enough to go and sneak a peek at his unknowing family. He climbed the stairs to his mother's bedroom, the bedroom overlooking the backyard and cautiously looked out the window. He was relieved to see the three girls lying on their stomachs so that they couldn't see him staring. Jeff eagerly eyed up the sexy bodies, focusing on their round full asses, shapely legs and especially on the soft sexy soles of their feet. My goodness his foot-fetish was such a pain in the ass sometimes, especially since his mother, aunt and cousin had such beautiful feet. Jeff made a rash decision and hastily dropped his pants and underwear, gripping his rock hard shaft tightly. He started to pump as he first watched his mother's wiggling toes, then his aunt and cousin as they flexed their soles. Jeff glanced around the room and saw all of the women's clothes scattered about haphazardly, and his eyes focused on the shoes sitting in the corner. He picked up his cousin's slingback flats and looked down into the toe area where he could see the deep outline of her toes. He sniffed deeply and he could have sworn his cock grew another inch. He next picked up his aunt's high heels and did the same, this time also rubbing the soft leather up and down the underside of his prick. Finally he approached the holy grail of foot-fetish paraphanaelia...his mother's high-heeled sandals. His mother had owned these sandals for many years and the imprint of her foot was deeply and darkly embedded in the soft leather of the shoes. He could smell their sweet aroma while they were still several feet from his nose. These sandals had to be tied around his mother's feet with straps attached to the sides, and so when untied as they were, the area of the shoe where his mother's feet would sit was completely accessible to his nose...and tongue. He ran back to the window and went back to eyeing up his mother's feet, shoe and dick in hand. He started breathing more heavily and while his mother wrinkled her soles for him, he took a long lick of his mother's foot imprint in her shoe. Oh it tasted so good! He nearly orgasmed right there, knowing that he had just basically licked his mother's sole and now knew what it tasted like! He continued pumping as the three women flipped onto their backs and huge melon-like breasts popped into view, barely concealed behind the teeny-weeny bikini tops. Jeff's dog, Spot, took this sudden movement as a sign that the girls wanted to play. He ran up to the tanning women and jumped up, putting his paws all over his mother. She very irritably got up as the dog leaped up onto her once again. Spot was a rather large dog and Patricia easily held his paws in her hands. Jeff listened intently through the open window as his mother spoke to his aunt and cousin.
"Spot's about to get his first lesson in why he shouldn't jump up on people," said Pat with a smile. Aunt Therese and Melissa both looked up to see what Patricia was talking about. Jeff looked on in disbelief as his mother swung her leg back and then kicked Spot full force in his large dangling balls with the top of her bare foot. Jeff clutched his own balls in sympathy as Spot fell to the ground whimpering, well...like a dog. Jeff's continued to observe as first his aunt and cousin, followed shortly by his mother, started to laugh.
"Well I guess I don't have to get Spot fixed now!" announced Patricia proudly.
Melissa, who was laughing particularly hard said, "I can't believe you kicked him in the balls!"
"Well if Jeff doesn't keep his dog out of my way, I might just kick him in the balls!" laughed his mother.
At this comment by his mother, Jeff noticed that his cock involuntarily sprung to life once again. Could it be? Could it be that I'm turned on by my mother saying she would kick me in the balls? But that's sick! He looked down and saw his mother's shoe still clutched in his hand and knew he had to try it. He placed the toe of her shoe about a foot and a half away from his groin and tried to imagine his mother's foot laced up snugly with the straps, her wiggling toes peeking out over the edge of her sandal and pointed menacingly at his balls. His cock rose even higher and then realised what he must do.....he thrust the toe of the shoe directly into his nuts. Jeff doubled over with a squeal, dropping the shoe and falling to his knees, clutching his balls. In his mind he sounded mutch like Spot when his mother had kicked him. One thing he did notice, however, was that his dick was hard as a rock.

"Did you hear that?" asked Therese.
"It sounded like a yell or something," responded Patricia.
"I think you kicked Spot so hard in the balls that when he yelped there was an echo!" added Melissa with a wicked laugh.
After laughing with her neice, Pat looked quizically up at her open bedroom window. "Hmmm.....I wonder. I think we better go in and check on Jeff, and make sure he's not hurt. Be quiet though...I have a funny feeling about this."
The three women quietly got up and silently made there way into the house and up the stairs. What they saw shocked all three of them. There was Jeff, his eyes closed and laying on the floor clutching his balls with one hand and licking the inside of his mother's shoe. The licking was only interrupted by the occasional "oh my balls, you kicked my balls".
Jeff's fantasy was rudely ended by his mother's shout of rage. "Exactly what the fuck do you think you're doing in here! Why are you on my floor exposed, crying about your balls and licking the inside of my shoe! I suppose you were spying on us! This isn't the first time I noticed you watching me!"
Jeff immediately dropped the shoe and tried desperately to cover up his naked genitals. He stumbled red faced to his feet and stared down at the floor. As he went to pull his pants quickly up his mother stopped him.
"Oh no! You leave those pants down. After all, you got a look at us, maybe we want a look at you!"
"He looks kind of small down there, sis," laughed his Aunt Therese.
Melissa only looked on in shock, although she had a smile on her mean little face.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Jeff!"
Jeff continued staring at the floor.
Pat walked up to her son and slapped him hard across the face. "Let's start with the shoe, shall we? Why were you licking my shoe?!?"
"I have a foot fetish, " said Jeff quietly.
Melissa burst out laughing but was silenced by a stern look from her mother.
"I don't mind you having a foot fetish..." Jeff looked up at this, "but why MY shoes!"
"I...I...I..."
"Don't tell me you like MY feet! Answer me! Do you fantasize about my feet?"
"Yes, " answered Jeff meekly.
"And you fantasize about Aunt Therese's feet and Melissa's too?"
"Yes."
"We'll get back to feet later. Now what's this about getting kicked in the balls? Don't tell me you like that too!"
Jeff was never so embarassed in his life as he was at this moment. He knew he had no choice but to answer. "Yeah, I think I like to be kicked...you know...there."
"And I suppose you think about all of us kicking you, huh?"
"Yeah."
All three women started laughing now. The thought of a guy geting off on being kicked in the balls was hilarious to them. Jeff's mother tried to look stern again as she addressed her red-faced son. "Get out of my face this instant, and don't think I'm forgetting about what happened here tonight. We are definitely going to be discussing this!"
Jeff ran past the three girls as they laughed at his hasty departure.

Jeff's mother hardly spoke to him through the course of the next week, although he noticed that she took to walking around barefoot most of the time. All week long he was treated to sole shows as his mother washed dishes, or dangled her feet from the sofa as she slept or performed her yoga exercises, wiggling her toes. He was hard as a rock most of the time and yet his mother was always around, allowing him no chance to masturbate. He had the worst case of blue balls in his life. The funny thing was that she never did mention the episode from the week before and he was relieved to find she had forgotten the whole incident.
"Your Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa are coming for dinner tonight so I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?" She made certain it was an order, not a question. "We're having a 'special' meal tonight." She smiled as she turned away.
Jeff mumbled a yes as he sulked off, dreading the upcoming dinner event. How could he face his aunt and cousin after what they knew about him? It was going to be a very long supper.

When his relatives finally showed up, his jaw dropped as he saw them. In opening the front door, he kept his eyes and gaze downcast because he was too embarassed to look them directly in the face. He was struck dumb, however, by the sight of their barefeet in high heeled sandals. He started to look up their long bare legs to the daisy duke type shorts they wore, and continued staring up their rock hard stomachs to their oversized breasts leaking out of the undersized bikini tops they wore. When he did finally meet their eyes, they were smiling at him, aware of how they were affecting him.
"Come in ladies!" shouted Patricia as she walked down the stairs. Jeff turned and was shocked again to see his mother dressed the same as the others, minus the shoes. She almost skipped, barefoot down the stairs. "Dinner is almost ready, but before that...are you all ready for your pedicures? I know I sure am!"
Jeff's heart beat furiously in his chest. It seemed they were purposely toying with the fact he had a foot fetish.
"Me first!" shouted his cousin as she leapt onto the sofa. His mother and aunt both sat in side chairs.
"Well, what are you waiting for?!? Get over there and give your cousin a pedicure!" yelled his aunt. Jeff looked quizically over to his mother and she nodded yes, while holding out various little nail files, oils and nail polish. Jeff sat at the end of the couch where his cousin Melissa dangled her pretty feet. Melissa roughly dropped her shoe-clad feet into his lap, narrowly missing his balls.
"Hahahaha! Did I kick your nuts?"
"No...you missed them, " Jeff whispered, quite humiliated by the whole situation. As he removed his cousin's sandals he started to get yet another erection. Melissa could feel his growing member through his shorts with her foot still in his lap.
"Eeewwww! He's getting all hard playing with my feet!"
The women all laughed and Jeff pushed Melissa'a feet out of his lap and onto the floor. He attempted to rise and salvage what little dignity he could but was stopped short by his mother. She grabbed his shoulders and brought her tan sexy knee up to within an inch of his groin. There was no mirth in her voice as she threatened her son. "You're being punished tonight for violating us last week. Now you get back down at your cousin's feet, where you belong, or as God is my witness that I gave birth to you, I'll crush your balls with my knee and you'll never be able to have kids...or another hard-on again!"
Jeff looked down from his mother's anger filled face, stopped briefly to admire her enormous breasts and finally settled his gaze on her lethal knee prepared to render him sterile. He looked to his favorite auntie for support, but she just sat in her chair, wiggling her foot from side to side with a smug smile on her face. He swallowed hard and looked back down to his mother's knee. "Alright, please don't use your knee on me." The smile returned to his mother's face and she slowly lowered her leg, returning to her seat. Jeff turned around and sat down, lifting up his cousin's feet once again. He spoke not another word but proceeded to start with the file and rub it on any slightly calloused spots on her lovely feet, and then used it on her toenails. The ladies, meanwhile, talked about their day. Jeff had never been so humiliated in his life as he applied the scented oils to his cousins feet, at first sloppily.
"You're not getting it right! Slow down and make sure you get it between my toes! Aunt Pat...he's not doing it right!" whined Melissa.
Jeff looked over to his mother and was about to complain when he saw her mean stare and her finger directing his eyes to her knee, which she jerked up sharply from her seat in warning. Jeff immediately shut up and made sure to be more careful in the application of the oil. He rubbed it delicately into her soft soles and toes, and then stuck his index finger, dripping with oil in between his cousins tiny toes, one by one. As the oil was drying on her sexy soles, he reached for the nail polish and prepared to paint her dainty toenails.
"Oh we forgot to tell you, " stated Melissa, "if you mess up the paint job, you're mom said I could kick you in the balls till they pop!" She laughed as he blushed, as all the women laughed.
"Yeah, and Melissa is very ticklish, so you better be careful. You'll be a eunuch!" chimed in his aunt.
Jeff nervously held one foot, while Melissa positioned the other foot so she could ram it into his balls should the need arise. Jeff noticed this and took a deep breath.
"Not scared, are you son?" asked his mom.
Jeff managed to somehow make it through without fucking up the paint job, much to his cousin's disappointment. She then wiggled her soles seductively in his face and commanded him to blow dry her nails with his breath. He breathed on her feet as his erection grew to painful proportions. How could he be so arroused and yet be so embarassed at the same time? He felt he had no dignity left at all. He managed to make it through his aunt and mother getting pedicures without screwing up and they all made there way into the dining room for dinner, Jeff bringing up the rear as his mother told him that was a man's place in life.
Melissa and her mother sat across from each other, while Jeff was positioned uncomfortably across from his mother. Jeff could hardly believe it when all three women propped their frshly pedicured feet on the table, soles facing him. He thought that maybe his punishment was that they were hoping his balls would just explode from being filled with too much cum! Oh his erection hurt! They knew exactly what they were doing to him. If he had been in shock up to this point...he was about to be horrified. His mother lifted the lid of the pot containing dinner with her nimble toes and exclaimed, "We're having goat nuts!"
Jeff felt sick at the site of dozens of testicles resting inside the ceramic pot but noticed that the three girls were licking their lips in anticipation. His mother ladeled out a couple dozen balls onto her plate and passed the pot around the table. After Melissa helped herself to some nuts, she passed it to her mother who offered some to Jeff.
"Balls, nephew?"
Jeff just sat there in complete disbelief as his Aunt Therese poured some roast testicles onto his plate.
"Well, dig in!" said Patricia. The women all started piercing balls with their forks and hungrily shoving them into their mouths. Jeff was having sympathy pains for the goats who had lost their goathood for the sake of this gory meal, and even so, he was still hard as a rock.
"These are fantastic," said Aunt Therese.
"Tastes like chicken," said Melissa in a not-so-funny joke.
"Do you know how many goats got castrated for this meal?" asked Patricia of nobody in particular. "The total meal is six dozen balls, and that's not including the stuffed scrotums here." She lifted another lid off another dish to reveal a dozen goat scrotums filled with deviled testicles, each one tied off neatly with what his mother said was a spermatic cord. Everyone eagely took a few but Jeff, who thought he was going to puke.
"How did you mash the testicles for these?" asked Therese.
"I was going to use a blender but thought it would be more fun to use my feet! I kept thinking of all those goats watching me squish their precious gonads under my stinky feet!"
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was like he was in a dream and so didn't realize until too late that he nearly pushed his plate over the edge of the table. He managed to save the plate, but a couple of the testicles fell onto the floor and rolled up next to each other, as if they were seeking to hide together from the cruel women.
"Those nuts you just spilled onto the floor were very expensive and I expect you to eat them...off of the floor if necessary!" yelled Patricia to her son.
Jeff just stared dumbly down at the floor, imagining that it was his testicles on the ground.
"I've got something that will make them more palatable for Jeff," said Therese. She swung her feet down from the table and raised her right foot over the balls. "Watch closely, nephew!" And then she stomped down with the ball of her foot, splattering the testicles all over her sole. She then lifted her sole to within inches of Jeff's face and said, "Do you like your nuts crushed, Jeff? Lick!"
Jeff looked at the remains of the once proud testicles as they adhered to the bottom of his aunt's foot. He heard his mother tell him to get started and his cousin laughing. The part he couldn't believe, was that he actually did it. Here he was licking ball pulp from the sole of his aunt's freshly pedicured foot.
"That looks like fun!" shouted Melissa and she too dropped a few nuts on the floor and proceeded to dance on them with her feet. His mother, too, got into the act and did the Twist on a few balls. Before long, Jeff was on his knees licking nut paste off the feet of all the women. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to face his family again after tonight, the humiliation and embarassment would hit him harder in the light of dawn the next day. He was degrading himself like a dog and would be sorry tomorrow, he felt sure.
"What kind of wine does one drink with balls?" asked Aunt Therese.
"I didn't know if it was red or white so I got both!" said Patricia.
All three women then started in on the wine. Jeff was ordered to clean up the dishes and then join the women in the living room where they would finish his punishment. Jeff feared what would happen in the living room and so took his time washing the dishes. What more do they want to do to me? What more CAN they do to me? Oh shit, I am so fucked!
Jeff's plan to delay his punishment worked, but gave the women more time to drink more wine. They were definitely lit up from the alcohol, even his underage cousin, and too late Jeff realised his mistake. With their judgement impaired by alcohol, there was no telling how far they would carry this punishment thing! As he entered the living room he could hear their laughing voices and slurred speech. Man are they drunk!
"Did you shee his face when you showed him the nuts?" laughed auntie with a hiccougph.
"I couldn't believe you made him lick the nuts off your feet!" responded his mother.
"Fuckin balls tashte good, " slurred Melissa.
He stood there, watching his gorgeous family laugh about eating balls. His mother spotted him and put her drink on the coffee table. She swayed her hips seductively.
"Now for the final part of your punishment." Suddenly his mother ran towards him and kicked her bare leg out towards his crotch. She let out a loud 'Hyiah!' but stopped a couple inches short of his nutsack. Jeff lifted onto his toes and and squinched his eyes against the pain he thought would soon come. But when none came he opened his eyes to see his mother laughing at him. She then grabbed onto his shoulders as she had done earlier and faked several sexy knees to his groin. With each lift of her knee her son would raise up slightly and make little girl like squeals, most of which were hard to hear over the laughter of the women. Jeff kept backing up until his back was up against the wall and he had nowhere left to go. His mother then brought her knee up again, but this time with less force and gently tapped his nutsack. She held her knee there and jiggled it around slightly, moving his nuts around in his pants.
"I washn't going to actually make contact with your ballsh, but what the fuck, the wine is making me feel like humiliating you more!" She then backed up slightly and lifted her leg like a can-can dancer and nudged his balls with her red toenails, lifting them slightly. Still there was no pain for Jeff as he realized now that the purpose of this whole exercise was to degrade and embarass him, not actually to bust his balls. "So are you getting hard with your mother pretending to kick your balls, Jeff?" She took her foot and snaked it up the leg of his baggy shorts, probing for his erection. He could feel her toenails digging slightly into his balls, and then her foot began crawling further up his shorts as she alternately scrunched then flexed her foot. It was like a caterpillar crawling into his underwear. Her soft foot finally made full contact with his engorged member and she squeezed the head with her toes. Jeff moaned as if he really had just been kicked.
"Yep, fuckin still hard!" laughed Patricia.
"I can't believe you just stuck your foot into your own son's underwear!" said his Aunt Therese.
"I bet he got off on it, " added Melissa.
Indeed Jeff had gotten off on it. His mother quickly pulled her foot out of his shorts, but the sudden motion combined with her intoxicated state made her lose her balance. To keep herself from falling she placed the ball of her foot on Jeff's groin, unknowingly squishing his balls as she shifted from side to side. Jeff grabbed ahold of his mother's foot gently and stroked it lovingly as she unwittingly caused him a small amount of pain. Then she regained her balance and pulled her large foot out of her son's hand and stood back.
Next Jeff's cousin, Melissa, ran at him and faked several kicks to his ballbag, laughing all the while. And still the alcohol flowed. More and more wine was being consumed and the fake kicks were becoming sloppier and sloppier. The margin for error with each kick was smaller with each glass of wine. What had started out as leaving a few inches between the foot or knee and the boy's testicles was now reduced to scarcely a few centimeters. Then it happened, it was bound to happen. Jeff's Aunt Therese had put her high heel sandals back on and was eyeing up another fake kick to humiliate her nephew. She ran at him and misjudged the distance. As her foot flew up, Jeff could see too late that this one was for real. The toe of her sandal smashed into his balls, and actually lifted him off te ground slightly. When he came back down to earth, he crumpled like a rag doll at the feet of his aunt. All the women were stunned by what happened and the only sound breaking the silence was Jeff's whimpering in a high-pitched voice. Melissa started laughing first. What was it to her? It wasn't like it was her balls or anything. It was funny. Then her mother started laughing. After all, it wasn't her son. It was funny. Finally, Patricia herself started laughing. It really was funny. Patricia dropped to her son's side and placed her hand on his side, trying to comfort him through her laughter.
"Really Jeff, we never meant it to go this far...but the wine and everything." She laughed again. "You have to believe me when I say Aunt Therese was never supposed to actually kick you in the balls! We were just trying to teach you a lesson. It just...happened!" She was in tears now she was laughing so hard. Jeff just stayed on the floor, humiliated and felled by his aunt's swift kick to his nads.
"Yeah, Jeff, I'm real sorry!" laughed Therese. "I guess you got your wish!"
The women took up seats to wait for Jeff to recover from the blow, and to drink some more wine. Eventually Melissa and her mother fell asleep on the two side chairs, while Patricia fell asleep face down on the sofa, scrunched wrinkly bare soles facing up. When Jeff finally was able to stand on his own two feet again he noticed the sleeping women and admired their sexy forms. His cock sprung to life almost immediately when he imagined what he'd like to do with their bodies while they were sleeping. His breath caught in his throat when turned to see his mother lying face down, her ass cheeks exposed as they peeked out of the bottoms of the daisy duke shorts, and her bare soles calling to him like a beacon.
They're all passed out! I could get away with it and they'd never know. I'll never get another chance like this...not ever again! Jeff immediately dropped his shorts around his ankles and his cock swayed in the cool air. He grabbed hold of his dick and leaned over his mother's prone form. He shivered as the glans of his penis made soft contact with her slightly dirty sole. He rubbed his member up and down, reveling in the velvety feel of his mom's foot. He apparently tickled her a bit as she wiggled her toes a bit and flexed her sole slightly. It was almost as if she were giving him a footjob. As good as it felt, Jeff didn't have enough leverage and so made a bold decision to take hold of his mother's feet. He lifted them up off of the sofa and cupped her soles around his shaft. He continued to pump furiously and was so lost in ecstacy that he didn't notice his mother starting to come around from her groggy sleep. Just as he started to shoot his load, across his mother's soles and onto her ass cheeks, Patricia angrily flipped onto her back and kicked her son hard in the balls while he was still expelling his spunk. Jeff fell hard to the floor.
"Pervert!!! You fucking pervert!" she cried.
Jeff moaned in agony, cupping his nuts. Therese and Melissa awoke with all the screaming to see him lying on the ground with his mother standing there, cum on her leg.
"What happened?" asked Therese. The women hadn't been out for more than a half hour and the liquor was still seriously clouding their judgement.
"I fell ashleep, and when I woke up, the little pervert...my own shon...was masturbating using my feet! So I kicked him in the balls!"
"That's gross!" exclaimed Melissa.
"He came on his own mother?" asked Therese increduously.
"All over the bottoms of my feet and on my legs!" She kicked her son a few more times, trying for his crotch but only managing to hit his hands.
If only the women hadn't still been so liqoured up, things might have happened differently. But they were still piss drunk and so Jeff's fate was sealed with his mother's next words.
"I hope you enjoyed it, Jeff, because I'm going to see to it that you don't get these nasty urges about my feet ever again!" yelled Patricia. "I'm going to crush your balls just like I did with those goat nuts!"
"Can we help Aunt Pat?" asked Melissa with girlish enthusiasm.
"Yeah, we'll make a game out of it. We'll all take turns kicking his nuts and see who pops them! I go first. After all, I am his mother!" The three ball-busters put their high heeled sandals on and stood in front of Jeff. They propped him up against the wall and spread his legs. Then Patricia made her move. "I'm going to make it so you can never have kids!"
WHAM!
It was like the crack of thunder as her toe drove his balls into his body.
Aunt Therese walked up next. "I'll make you into a permanent soprano!"
WHAM!
Jeff moaned and cried, too weak to defend himself from the kicks. Melissa skipped up between her cousin's open legs. "Welcome to foot...balls!"
WHAM! POP!
Melissa was ecstatic! "I did it! I popped one! Fuck yeah!"
Jeff's eyes were glazed over and a long high pitched, yet very soft wail escaped his lips. Patricia knelt down and felt her son's scrotum. "Yep...you got one! I want the other one. Help me with him." The women dragged Jeff over to the coffee table, and while Melissa and Therese held him in place, Patricia jumped up on the table and placed Jeff's remaining nut in easy reach. She slipped off her shoes and placed her bare heel over Jeff's ball, then slapped him repeatedly in the face until he was semi aware of what was going on. He was horrified to see what his own mother was about to do to his last testicle.
"Please, Mom, no."
"You should have thought of that before you jerked off on my feet, you pervert! I'll bet you never thought my feet could do this!"
And with that she stomped down hard on his ball with her bare heel, the same heel that had just brought him to orgasm not fifteen minutes ago. Aunt Therese and Melissa looked on with smiling faces as Jeff's mom did the Twist for the second time that day on a ball.
"Twist and shout....." Therese and Melissa sang while Patsy did her dance, grinding away on her son's gonad. Finally she stood on one leg and felt Jeff's nut squish under her heel.
POP!
And Patricia actually orgasmed, orgasmed from popping her own son's nut. Knowing she was about to take away her son's manhood was too much for her and her juices exploded down her leg, mixing with her son's last cum. She dug her heel around a bit more, making sure nothing but mush was left in his sack. Satisfied, she stepped off the table and looked at her sister and neice.
"He has no more balls, " she stated matter-of-factly.
"That was intense, " said Therese.
"I actually popped his nut!" said Melissa, still delighting in her own small victory over manhood.
Suddenly Spot came bounding into the room and jumped up onto Patricia as he had done the week before. She looked down crossly at Jeff's dog, then looked over to Therese and Melissa, who were smiling at her. Patricia smiled back and looked back down at Spot, holding his paws tightly in her hands, and kicked him with all the force she could muster in his dog balls. Spot yelped and fell down next to Jeff, both of them now sterile.
Pat smiled to her sister and neice. "Anyone care to try fried dog nuts and deviled boy balls? I'll go get my scissors!" The women all licked their lips.

The End

Interviewing Sister (sequel to Interviewing Mom)

2009-01-06T16:20:00.000-05:00

Interviewing Sister

By Caligula

Jeff sat there, looking up at his beautiful mother and older sister as their feet rested precariously on his ballsack. While his mother's sweet bare foot just rested easily on his crotch, his sister's high heel clad foot was definitely exerting pressure on his nut. Jenny's smile was just as innocent looking as his mother's, however, as they both toyed with the idea of busting his balls permanently. Then both set of feet were suddenly gone from between his legs.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom. Be back in a few," said Patricia. As Jeff's mother was about to turn and leave the room, she faked a kick at his nuts with her toes. Jeff flushed in embarassment and drew in his breath sharply in surprise. Pat walked out, laughing.
Jenny was smiling also and stood before her brother with her hands on her hips and legs spread. "So Mom kicked you in the balls, huh? I bet that hurt like a motherfucker!"
Jeff and Jenny laughed together. "Yeah, she's a ballbuster alright!"
"So what's this about an interview, dumbass?" His sister said playfully.
Jeff's mind raced feverishly. Here was a chance to get kicked by his sister as well! Oh what a day!!! He quickly glanced at his sister's body in her tight mini-skirt and black heels. She was barefoot in those heels. "Well, it's a project for school on self-defense. See the camera there?" He indicated the video camera which was still rolling with a nod of his head. "I'm supposed to videotape a study on an aspect of self defense, and I picked attacks to the groin. Interested in helping your little brother pass gym class?"
Jenny tilted her head to the side, pondering whether or not helping her brother was worth it or not. "What do I get out of it?"
"You mean kicking your pain in the ass brother in the nuts isn't reward enough?"
Jenny laughed out loud. "You mean you REALLY will let me kick you in the balls if I do this?"
"Yeah...I mean it's purely for demonstration purposes but it will be great for the tape. And like Mom said, it will allow me to see if a kick in the balls from another woman hurts as much as her kicks. Ater all, the kick Mom gave me was the first time I've ever been kicked in the nuts."
Patricia walked back into the room and overheard what Jeff was saying. "Yeah, can you believe your little brother had never been hit in the balls before? But I fixed that!" Patricia waved her foot in her son's face and then playfully smashed her sole into his nose and scrunched it around. Jeff was hard again as this was another dream come true. He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma of his mother's foot and closed his eyes. He made a bold move and made biting motions with his teeth as if to take a chunk out of his mother's foot in retribution. It had the desired effect.
"Oh yeah...you wannna bite my foot. Let's see how you like THIS!" Then his mother forced her smooth foot deep into his mouth, wiggling her toes around inside. "That'll teach you to try and bite my toes. Taste good? Hahahahaha!!!"
Even though she meant to be sarcastic, his mother's feet DID taste good to him! They were like candy! He hated to have to to it, but he had to pretend that the foot was absolutely putrid and pull his face away. "Yech!!!!" His sister was laughing hysterically.
"First kicked in the balls, and now gagged with a stinky foot!"
Jeff made another bold move. "I'd shut up sis, or I really WILL bite YOUR toes!"
Jenny kicked her shoe off her foot and almost kicked him in the head shoving her foot into his waiting, eager mouth. "If you thought Mom's foot tasted like crap, my foot REALLY tastes like shit! It's been couped up in that shoe all day!" Jenny's foot definitely had more flavor than his mom's. More salty, yet still delicious. Again he pulled away in mock disgust.
"Okay okay! You both win! I would have to be the one guy in the world who's mom and sis are ball-busting bitches!"
Jenny slipped her shoe back on and both women took turns faking kicks to Jeff's nads. All three broke down in fits of laughter. "What the fuck, I'll do it!"
Jenny jumped onto her mother's bed and Patricia sat down next to her. Jenny's leg dangled over the side of the bed as she swung her foot to and fro. "Don't get to close to my foot, Jeff, or you might get kicked in the coolies sooner than you thought!"
Jeff blushed deeply as his mother and sister smiled wickedly, obviously enjoying his embarassment. Jeff slowly rose to his feet and made a big deal of holding his hands between his legs and taking tiny baby steps towards the bed. He let out alot of "ooohhhhs" and "aahhhs" and even a couple "oh my sore balls", much to the delight of the assembled females. He sat down and looked into his sister's sparkling eyes.
"Well, how did YOU learn about kicking balls?"
"Mom taught me, of course!"
Patricia fluttered her eyelashes and smiled innocently.
"She told me one day when I was about 12 that the best way to hurt a guy was to kick him where it counts. She said it would work on ANY guy...although she mentioned that you were specifically off limits. That all changes today though!" Jenny looked down hungrily at the bulge in her brother's pants. Her foot seemed to swing a little faster in anticipation of getting a go at some big nuts. "She gave me grapes to practice with...at first. She said if I could pop the grapes, that I could pop a guy's nuts since the balls were more fragile than the grapes. I started by standing on the grapes in shoes and barefoot, always pretending some guy's balls were trapped under my feet. Sometimes I even wished they were YOUR balls!"
Jeff blushed again and shifted uncomfortably, trying a bit unsuccessfully to hide his growing member. He wondered what it would be like to have his precious eggs trapped under his sister's feet.
"While it was a real gas to stomp down and crush the bal......uh...grapes with my feet, I started to get real curious how LITTLE pressure it might take to 'POP' a nut," said Jenny.
"Wait," said Pat. "Let's show him what we're talking about." Jeff's mom jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of seedless grapes and sat next to her daughter, who by this time had kicked off her shoes. "Watch this...I bet you're gonna have nightmares tonight, Jeff!"
Mother and daughter each 'plucked' a grape from the bunch and inserted it between their sharp front teeth. Simultaneously both women slowly sarted to apply pressure with their teeth. The pseudo-balls started to compress and flatten out and then 'SQUICK'!!! The grapes exploded. Jeff let out a heavy wistful sigh at the sight of the two closest women in his life pretending to explode a pair of balls! Next the women held a grape between thumb and forefinger and started to gently rub the grape. "What the rubbing does is sort of tenderize the nut. As we rub, we apply just a bit more pressure every few seconds. Just the eensiest, teensiest bit of pressure. Then we keep rubbing and the nut meat slowly starts to gelatinize as far as we can tell." Jeff couldn't even see that there was pressure being put on the grapes. Just the constant rubbing. But lo and behold, with a loud 'SQUICK', the grapes both gave up their soft insides. Jenny continued, "This last one was the hardest to perfect, but will show you how little pressure it might take under the right circumstances, and with the right woman, to 'pop' a gonad!" Pat and Jenny now spread their toes and placed a grape in between their big toe and the one next to it. The girls lifted their feet off the bed and placed the soles in Jeff's face, making sure he could see what was about to happen. Jeff was hypnotized by the awesome spectacle before him. All he could do was imagine his own balls inserted in between those suckable toes, awaiting the ultimate punishment. He watched, envious of the grapes, as the gaps between the toes of his mother and sister slowly, and with great effort, started to close. He almost felt sorry for the grapes, as he could see them fight the inevitable. He thought it was rather ironic that they were seedless grapes. Then the grapes exploded and he had to fight the urge to lick the fresh grapejuice from the soles of his family members. When Pat and Jenny lowered their feet all they could see was Jeff's mouth hanging open and his blank stare, almost as if his mind was replaying over and over the cruelty he had just witnessed.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" Taunted Jenny, "Feeling sympathy pains?" Patricia and Jenny both chortled out some laughter. Jeff smiled as well.
"I guess I never realized how easy it would have been for either one of you to castrate me! Shit! I'm lucky I'm not a eunuch!" exclaimed Jeff.
"It's a wonder ALL men aren't eunuchs, with those funny things dangling between your legs," smirked Patricia.
"Well, there ARE more than a few eunuchs walking...or should I say LIMPING around out there thanks to me and Mom."
"Tell me about the first time you actually hit a guy down there."
"Well I was in gym class. We all wore those silly little uniforms with the tight shorts and sneakers with bobby socks. We were all doing situps, and my partner was a guy. I was on my back doing the exercises, while Jim, I think his name was, was holding my feet in position. So there I am, with my cute feet between his legs, right under his nutsack! He wasn't really even paying attention to me and so wasn't holding my legs very tightly. I of course took FULL advantage of the situation! I yelled out...'YOU PERVERT, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!' and lifted my sneaker into his ballbag. It was so funny! All the girls were laughing while the guys just kind of stayed silent. The female gym teacher pulled the boy out of the class and he got detention for supposedly groping me. He never even touched me! Hahahahaha! Those were always the most fun...kicking the guys for no reason other than it was fun to do."
"I'd have to agree there," said Patsy, "the look on a guy's face after realizing he's just been ruined for no reason other than my wanting a good laugh is the best!"
Jeff grunted in shame and embarassment, while the women laughed and wiggled their toes in his direction. "Well I know Mom has actually 'ruined', as she put it, many guys. How about you, sis? Have you ever destroyed a guy's chances of ever having kids?"
Jenny covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed and flexed her soles. "Have I ever!"
"Do you have a favorite?"
"Hmmm.....let me think." Jenny kept flexing her soles and wiggling her toes as her eyes were upturned in thought. Patricia waited eagerly for her daughter to come up with her favorite tale and to pass the time took a cheap shot with her bare heel at her son's nuts. Another centimeter closer and she actually would have made contact.
"Whoa are you lucky my leg was just a bit too short for me to reach!" Jeff had clenched his ass cheeks together in surprise and thought for sure his mother had busted him for the second time in two days. He let out a deep breath.
"Damn you're good, Mom. I'll definitely have to be more careful around here from now on!" Laughed Jeff. Pat and Jenny also laughed at his red face.
"I've got it!" Yelled Jenny.
Jeff jumped in surprise at his sister's cry and ended up bumping his groin into his mother's still outstretched foot. He overreacted to see what they would do. He bugged his eyes out and made an 'O' with his mouth. He let out an "Oooommpph!" and grabbed hold of his mother's foot, moving his thumbs up and down her sole as if being nice to her foot would prevent his further injury. His mother and sister both giggled like young school girls and his mother was obviously enjoying the attention her foot was receiving, even if it was due to her pretty ped injuring her son's most sacred and fragile orbs. "Mmmmmmmm.......that footrub feels good. I'll have to kick you in the balls more often!" laughed Patsy. Jeff giggled through his overexaggerated moans.
"As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted by your whimpering, Jeff! My favorite nut popping happened about three months ago. At the hospital where I work we had a mugging victim brought in and guess who it was, my cheating ex-boyfriend Bob. He really fucked me over when he cheated on me with my best friend, so I figured it was time for me to get even. He'll never cheat again! Well the doctors gave him a sedative to knock him out cause he was in alot of pain. What they didn't know was that I upped the dosage to make sure he was out of commission. So while the doctor was checking out his ears, eyes and throat, I slipped my hand up under the blanket. Bob was put into one of those hospital gowns so I had very easy access to his privates. I had to be quick so the doc wouldn't notice, but I also couldn't do anything to draw attention to my actions. So I took his right nut and used my rubbing technique. It took only a few seconds for the nut to pop. I heard it but the doctor was distracted enough that the sound didn't bother him. I slowly moved my hand to Bob's other love nugget and did the same. It popped a little louder and Bob made moaning noises even unconscious. It was great!"
"I remember you telling me about that! Poor Bob. Ha! He got what he deserved though," said Patricia.
"You mean you just casually popped both his balls? He can't have children? You actually CRUSHED them?" questioned Jeff. His voice was rising a bit, not out of outrage but excitement.
"You bet! Pop! Pop!" He still doesn't know I'm the one that castrated him. He's talking a bit higher pitched now I'm told." They all laughed together.
Jeff couldn't wait any longer. He was hard as a rock and that was almost as painful to him as the kick in the nuts his mother had given him just a short while earlier. "Well, let's get down to brass tacks, I guess. Will you please kick me in the balls now, sis?"
"Please, he says!" Mom and sis laughed heartily at his politeness. "You bet."
"Could you do it with your heels on? I want to see what that feels like."
"Ooohhhh....." teased Patricia, "he's getting REAL brave now. He was afraid to take a kick from me with MY shoes on."
"Well, Jeff, you're going to get your wish. Get down on your knees and spread your legs."
Jeff did as his sister commanded, all the while shivering in anticipation. He swallowed hard as his sister slipped her black patent leather heels onto her bare feet. She took up a position in front of him as Patricia picked up the video camera and came around the front to film the scene for posterity. Jenny tapped her brother's testicles with the toe of her shoe, making sure they were positioned correctly. She grinned the whole time. She took a couple steps back from her brother and then ran forward, kicking her closed pointy toe directly into the huge bulge that were his enormous egg-sized testicles.
"Direct hit!" yelled Patricia as her son started to fall over onto his side ,wailing like a banshee. Jenny was posing and flexing like a bodybuilder. She placed her foot on her brother's quivering side as he lay there crying and raised her arms in triumph. Patricia took up the stance as well and Jeff was once again beneath these two beautiful women's beautiful feet.
"Does it hurt bad, little brother?"
"Is everything intact, Jeff?" snickered his mother.
"Uh-huh," he managed to squeak out. The women took seats on the edge of the bed and continued to make funny jokes about Jeff's plight as he lay there for a very long time, trying to recover.
"Maybe you could get a permanent job singing in a girl's choir, Jeff."
"I hear they're always looking for good sopranos."
"Can't you hear what we're saying to you?"
"Maybe you kicked his nuts up into his ears!"
"I think we should try out for football, Mom."
"We've got the feet, but whose gonna supply the balls?"
This went on for a quarter of an hour with the ladies taunting Jeff in his embarassed and painful state until he managed to get to his feet and sit on the bed with his mother and sister. His mind kept wandering back to the grapes between the toes of his lovely relatives feet and figured this was his last chance to get them to hurt him. He definitely didn't want his balls to pop like the grapes did, but just to feel the squeezing power of their toes. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and as he started to speak noticed that his voice was noticeably higher pitched, much to the delight of Patsy and Jenny.
"Ummm.....is there one other thing we could try? Something I'm REALLY curious about."
"What's that, hon?" asked his mom.
"Well.....I feel a little funny asking this, but I keep wondering what it must feel like if you did to my balls what you did to those grapes with your toes. NOT TO THE POINT WHERE YOU ACTUALLY POP THEM, you understand," he hastily added. "But just squeezing my testicles with your toes."
"I'm up for it if you are, Mom."
His mother took a little more time to think about it. "Well, I guess, so. And don't worry, we'll stop long before it would get to the point where your nuts would actually pop."
"Yeah, don't worry. We've had alot of practice and know how much pressure is safe, and how much pressure means 'bye bye balls'."
Jeff slowly removed his pants and then his underwear. He could tell by the looks on his mother's and sister's faces that they were indeed surprised by the enormous size of his testicles.
"Oh shit! They're as big as fucking eggs!" cried his sister.
"Damn, Jeff, what are those basketballs in your sack?" squealed his mother in delight.
Jeff blushed, yet was still proud. He swung around to face their feet and allowed each of them to pick a ball. Jenny was rougher and both women took their time in handling the king-sized jewels. Patricia and Jenny put their feet VERY close together and spread their toes. Pat gently wedged her son's ball into her toe cleavage, while Jenny just jammed the nut harshly into place, causing Jeff to wince.
"Here we go, " said Patricia. "The mother/daughter/son/brother nutcracker!"
Slowly, both women started to squish their toes together. It was slightly uncomfortable yet still very pleasant. Jeff reached out to touch the feet holding his nuts in their death grip. The pressure built up slowly causing Jeff more and more pain. He looked at the faces of his mom and sister and they were definitely enjoying what they were doing to his nutmeat. He then noticed that he was starting to get hard, something he hadn't expected. His mother noticed it as well and gave the nut trapped between HER a vicious squeeze, causing Jeff's member to wilt and Jeff to cry out in pain. He was still loving every minute of it though. Then Jeff made a fatal error.
"I think he's had enough, let's let him go."
"Alright, Mom."
Right before they were going to set his trapped nuts free, Jeff took one last opportunity to feel their soft soles. He gently, with a featherlike touch, ran his fingers up and down their soles, unintentionally tickling them. Patsy and Jenny squealed at Jeff's tickling, and unfortunately for Jeff, accidentally clamped their toes down on his nuts in an attempt to escape the tickling.
POP!
POP!
Jeff's balls exploded between their toes, and Jeff's whole world exploded in agony seconds later. He had just two seconds before the pain hit to stare into his family member's eyes in disbelief. They stared back, equally in shock, although Jenny seemed to have a slight smile forming on her face. Jeff made only hoarse gasping noises and then let out a continuous soft almost dog whistle like noise. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he fell off the bed onto the floor, his ruined nuts pulling free of the gorgeous feet that just ended his sex life. Pat and Jenny rose to stand either side of him.
"Damn, what do we do?" asked Patricia worriedly. "We just popped his balls!" Even though she felt badly, just saying what she just said caused her to snicker slightly. Jenny giggled too.
"Well it's been my experience at the hospital that if we get him there IMMEDIATELY, and I mean IMMEDIATELY, there's a VERY good chance they'll be able to repair the damage. But if we delay at all, most likely he's lost his balls for good!"
"Well let's hurry up then!"
The women were about to get the car keys and rush Jeff to the hospital when they caught sight of themselves in the mirror. "I can't leave the house looking like this!" exclaimed Patsy. "I'm a mess. I've gotta put some make up on."
"But Mom, what about Jeff's balls?" Jeff squeaked a bit louder in agreement with his sister.
"Well.....we should have plenty of time, don't you think?"
"I don't know. If we don't leave in about 5 minutes they'll definitely have to cut the balls off." Jenny looked at herself in the mirror again. "Actually though, I did work up the tiniest of sweats kicking him in the nuts. Maybe I should take a shower."
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't they care that it was their feet that had popped his nuggets, and now they were more worried about their looks than his impending castration?
"Now you're talking, Jenny. We'll both take showers." Patricia sat down at her make-up table facing away from Jeff as he lay almost in shock on the ground clutching his dead balls. "I'm sure his nuts will be fine. If not, maybe you can assist in the operation! I'm sure it would make Jeff feel better knowing his sister had helped to cut his balls off." She turned her head and smiled down sweetly at her son. "You understand, don't you Jeff? You wouldn't want your mom and sis to look all messy in front of those handsome doctors, now would you?"
Jeff could only whisper out, "My balls.....my balls.....my balls."
"I knew you'd understand. Now just give us about 30 minutes here and we'll get you right over to that hospital."
"Hey Mom, can we stop for a bite to eat on the way there?
"Sure, Jenny, we can get some McNuggets!"
Both women again laughed at yet another ball joke as Jeff lay there, knowing that his balls were gone forever, crushed by the beautiful feet of his mother and sister. His last sight before passing out was the view of the four soles of these very same women as they sat at the make-up table with their feet crossed under the chairs, wiggling their toes and laughing about balls.

The End

Jodie and Knave - snippet

2007-04-08T05:37:00.000-04:00

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.

Paying My Sister Part 1

2007-04-07T15:36:00.000-04:00

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.

Interviewing Mom

2007-04-07T15:22:00.000-04:00

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?

Sugar and Spice

2007-04-07T15:18:00.000-04:00

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.

Self Defense Practice

2007-04-07T15:11:00.000-04:00

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

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2007-03-24T16:25:00.000-04:00

The following is a sample from a much longer story that I wrote some time ago. I'm willing to trade the entire story, which is quite graphic and quite long for another new original family ball-busting story. (mom/son, brother/sister, etc) The story submitted MUST be original and family oriented and new. Please do not send me someone else's work. Looking for stories of similar length as to what I wrote in my postings below (Mom's Ball-Busting Videos Inc and Paying My Sister Part 2)...one paragraph long submissions will be ignored I'm afraid. Email submissions to: caligula31@hotmail.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom's Ball-Busting Videos, Inc.

2007-03-24T16:20:00.001-04:00

Mom's Ball-Busting Videos, Inc.

By: Caligula

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued?

Paying My Sister - Part 2

2007-03-24T16:09:00.000-04:00

Paying My Sister - Part 2

By Caligula

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

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

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

The End