/femdom/ - Femdom

>>3009

Poor Brian was taken to the nurse for swelling, and eventually sent home. He didn't come back to school for a full week :)

I remember another time, on the monkey bars, there was a boy, Stephen, straddling one of the bars. I got up and straddled it to, facing him. Then Sara and Megan came and grabbed his legs from below, with Julie coming at him on the bar from behind.

"It must really suck being a boy," I said jokingly to the others. "You always have to be worried about how you might hurt those precious balls between your legs."

"Haha, yeah" replied Julie, putting her hands on Stephen's shoulders from behind. "Like I imagine something like THIS, must really hurt!" As she said "THIS", she pressed down on his shoulders, using her body weight. Sara and Megan moved his legs back a little so that Stephen was forced to lean forward a bit. Whereas he had been sitting on his pelvic bone, with his balls resting on the bar in front, now all of his weight was being forced onto this balls.

It wasn't hard for us to tell when we had hit "the spot", as he erupted into an "AAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" scream. It was an instant, reactive scream, like when you touch a hot stove. Only you could say that we kept his walnuts to the fire for a good long roast :o

His screams seemed to alternate between an "EEEEEeeeeeeehhhhh" and an "AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhh". Being right across from him, I got to see all of the funny faces he made. I was laughing so hard I almost fell off the bar!

To add insult to injury, I began mocking him. "What's the big deal?" I asked. Leaning forward and shifting my weight to the same spot between my legs, I said "See, look. It doesn't hurt!" To make my point, I even began bouncing. He looked at the smooth V in my crotch, covered by tights. I could see envy in his eyes.

Copying my lead, the girls began bouncing poor Stephen, causing him to scream even louder. "You're such a wimp. This doesn't hurt! In fact, it feels kind of good." I had actually surprised myself and it really did feel good. Looking back, I was clearly already aroused because of what we were doing to this boy, and that bar was a nice addition. I took a mental note of that for myself later :o

Stephen continued screaming and squirming as we mocked him about how great it was not having balls. He eventually squirmed so much that he fell off the bar. The fall looked like it hurt, but he seemed to not even notice it. All he could do was cry and roll around, yelling "my balls, my balls!" He even vomited, which was super gross, but made us all laugh, too, cause it meant we got him really good, and that he was in a world of pain!

The great thing about the school yard was the many activities going on and the opportunities these created for busting boys, and being inventive about it. We grabbed his one boy while he was playing catch with a friend. I grabbed him from behind and used his body to shield myself from getting hit by the ball (our aim wasn't necessarily the greatest). Megan, Sara and Julie lined up and took turns "pitching". I think the first one hit his knee, the next his abdomen, but I remember the third one finally make impact. There was that hollow sound of something hitting the material between the crotch. And he made that "Ummphhh" sound, and I could feel the wind go out of him. The girls' aim got better with practice, and soon almost every pitch was nailing him, eliciting the customary squeel "Eeeeeehhhhhh".

>>3010

You may be wondering how we got away with all of this. Well, the headmaster in charge of watching the playground was a real vixen. I think she got as much pleasure out of what we did as we did from doing it. So we always made sure we were at a certain distance away from her, and she would pretend not to see what we were doing. Passing us in the halls on a day after a good bust, she would smile and say "Good work ladies." I think those were the only times when she cracked a smile on her usually stern face.

This went on for two years, to a point where I think almost every boy in the school had fallen victim to us. But all good things must come to an end. There was one incident that really broke the camel's back, or well, broke something, lol…

We had all become experienced ballbusters at this point, and as one might expect, we became more and more brutal. This one day we approached a boy, Michael. He was not the biggest or baddest boy. In fact, he was mild-mannered, kept to himself a lot, but exuded a certain deep confidence and pride. So much so that when we surrounded him, rather than do the customary pleading and begging, he simply stood there, spread his legs and said "Give me your best shots."

We all laughed. This was too easy. I think Megan kicked first. He made a short grunt, and bent forward a bit, but then straightened back up and looked at us defiantly. Then I kicked him. Again, same reaction. Again and again this happened. We were all getting really annoyed, and our kicks got progressively harder.

Slowly we wore him down. After around the 10th kick he fell slowly to his knees, but even in that he maintained composure and control. It was not the usual sudden drop and flop that we were used to seeing from a boy (which is a hilarious spectacle that reminds me of a fish out of water, flopping around, gasping for oxygen, but unable to take any in :o) I kicked again, as hard as I could. He kept taking it!

At one point, he said "Had your fill yet?"

That set me off. "You WILL beg for mercy!" I screamed. I was not used to losing my cool in these situations. Despite the fact that we were pummelling his nuts, HE was the one still in control!

We all began kicking as ferociously as we ever had, even taking a few steps back and really winding up with our kicks. He eventually slumped to his side, but then rather than cover up (which would have implied we had bested him), he rolled to his back and spread his legs.

I really don't know how he had any balls left at this point. I'm sure they must have been swollen and bleeding internally, how could they not have been? Again, we took turns punting, and he made the odd gasp and groan, but he wasn't crying, screaming, or begging for mercy.

That was it. I had had it. Nothing seemed to be working, and I refused to be bested by this boy! I knew there was one thing we could do that would make him beg us, beg me, not to do.

>>3011

I grabbed his shoulders and began dragging him towards a corner of the field not far away, over to a portable that had some steps leading up to the entrance. We positioned him in front of the step, and then I reached down and undid his pants. The girls pulled them down around his ankles. Indeed, his balls were mighty swollen, more than I had ever seen. He must have been in so much pain, and yet he wouldn't give in! It drove me nuts! (pardon the pun)

Julie grabbed him under his arm pits and propped him up in a sitting position, the others helped move him against the step, so he was facing towards it. I stood on the steps facing him. I reached down and grabbed his swollen balls and put them on the wooden step below me. With a flash of inspiration, I reached back and pulled my hair out of its pony tail and used the tie to wrap around the base of his balls. I wrapped it several times, so the skin was pulled really tight against his already massively swollen testicles. As I did so, I saw him flinch at the pressure this was causing. This gave me a bit more confidence, as I knew this must be hurting him, it was just a matter of pushing him to a level of pain that he could not stand.

"Everyone has a breaking point," I said, and to emphasize my statement, I jumped off the step, my Mary Janes landing an inch away from his balls on either side. I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling his hair back to make him look up at me. "In your case, I can make that a literal fact." To emphasize the point I looked down at his balls and tapped my shoe on the wood. I looked back at him. He held my gaze, staring defiantly, then he spit in my face!

"Aaahh! That's it!" I yelled. "You want to be ball-less? Fine! Say good bye to your most prized possessions!" I slipped my Mary Jane off my right foot, so I was just wearing my knee-high sock. I really wanted to FEEL his balls explode under my foot.

I raised my right foot. Still he was staring at me, and he even smirked! This boy refused to be cowed. I don't know what was going through his mind. Maybe he thought I wouldn't do it, that at the last minute I would cave. Or maybe he wasn't thinking, and his pride had gotten the better of him, refusing to allow him to take the logical course of action and save his manhood.

In any case, he had picked the wrong girl to mess with. I was insane with rage at that point.

I slammed my foot down with all of my might. I remember feeling this soft sac beneath my foot at the moment of impact. At that same moment, the boy let out a shriek the likes of which I had never heard before. A blood curdling scream that one might expect to hear from a dying animal.

That was it! I knew I had him. In a split second, his wall of resolve was shattered. On his face I saw a look of utter terror and desperation. All of my weight was pressing down on his balls, their destruction imminent, only a second away. Again our eyes met. This time, his eyes were pleading. I smiled.

Finally, the most glorious sound came out of his mouth. "Pleeeaassseeee! Nooooo!!"

OK, maybe that was the second most glorious sound of my life, the best is what came a second later. I could feel the sac under my foot giving way, and then…

POP!

His balls exploded.

I now felt the hard step below my foot. Rubbing it back and forth, I could feel the mushy remnants of his balls. Savouring the moment, I ground my foot down, no doubt heightening and extending his agony. I moaned with pleasure.

His high-pitched screaming was deafening, but we girls soaked it in. Just like all the other boys, he was reduced to a pathetic, crying, destroyed mess. This experience convinced me beyond any doubt that at that moment of imminent destruction of his manhood, no boy, no man, no matter how tough and resolute, can withstand it. The base nature within us is simply too powerful. The body simply will not stand the excruciating torment of having ones testicles obliterated. That is, of course, if one is unlucky enough to be born with a pair, hehehe :)

Soon the entire school ran over, all were in shock. Even the headmaster. She ran over and examined him. "They're gone!" she said in wonder. Looking straight at me. "You destroyed him." I don't know how she knew it was me, but then I don't know what someone's face looks like after they've just castrated someone. It's probably a pretty distinct expression. I do know how I felt - LIKE I OWNED THE WORLD.

Everything that happened after that was worth it, in my view. We were quietly transferred out of the school - to different schools, and we were all made to see therapists. We never again would hunt as a pack, but I look back on those days with a warm glow in my heart, and fire in my loins ;)

>>3197

Josh went to the closet to put them away. "They're a nice pair of shoes to kick balls with, too," she said. Josh stopped and looked at the shoes in his hand. She giggled. "Yeah, I got Tommy Sanders good with those. We were hanging out after church, and I suggested he walk me home. Well, when we got into the woods, I said how I liked to avoid the woods, cause you never know what can happen. He said he would protect me."

She laughed. "So I said, all sweet and innocent, 'Oh yeah? Really? But what if the attacker does this?'"

Alice shot her leg up from the bed for dramatic effect. "WHAM! That shoe right there," she pointed to the one in Josh's right hand, "went right up between his legs. The look on his face was priceless!" She giggled more. "What was great about it was that he stood there longer than boys usually do, probably cause those shoes aren't as hard as my regular type, so I had time to kick him again! I did it harder the second time, to compensate for the fact that the shoe wasn't as hard.

"Oh man did his eyes bud out! And I held my foot the second time. What I really like about those shoes is that I can really feel the balls when I kick with them. I wiggled my toes and even played around with them a little bit, as he stood there squeeling!"

Josh couldn’t help but smile. He had to admit, it would have been a funny thing to see. Then he remembered the pain he had so recently experienced between his legs. Yes, funny for everyone except the poor boy being kicked. Still, that little voice inside of him was getting excited. He hoped she would go on.

He put the shoes on the rack as a silence followed between them. Alice was smiling and looked to really be enjoying herself. Josh grabbed another pair of shoes. He gulped. Soccer cleats. Alice looked at Josh as he looked nervously at the shoes.

“It must suck being a boy and knowing there are shoes out there purposely designed to kick balls, haha,” she quipped. “This boy at school sure learned that one the hard way.”

Alice played in the intramural soccer team, which was co-ed. She was quite athletic and a pretty good player. “Every time I would launch that ball down the field, I would wonder what it would be like to do that to some real balls. What kind of damage it would do.

“Poor Andrew, he found out,” she giggled some more. Josh looked over the right cleat in his hand. It was pink and white – not surprising given Alice’s preference for pink. Like all cleats, it curved at the toe, which was hard. Josh shuddered to think what it would be like to be on the receiving end.

“Andrew is the goalie on another team,” she explained. “The ball got launched towards him, and as I was the furthest forward on my team, I ran towards it, too. I ran as fast as I could. Just as we both approached it, he went down to his knees and slid towards the ball, getting ready to cover it up.”

For emphasis, Alice hopped of the bed and did a similar sliding motion along the floor. Only her crotch had a nice V-shape to it. There was no vulnerable sac of meat hanging there, ready for the kicking, unlike that poor boy she was talking about. Alice looked up at Josh and smiled. “It was a big mistake. I mean, how could I resist? As he went to cover the soccer ball, I went for his balls.

“And oh boy, did he get it. He went flying backwards!” Again, Alice imitated the boy, flinging herself upwards and back, then placing her hands between her legs, and rolling back and forth. She began mock screaming, “Aaahhh, ahhh,” Josh watched her with a sense of amusement and jealousy. She was flaunting her superiority. She looked at him with a wide smile and laughed.

Josh could only imagine the extra force being brought to bear with the assailant running at full speed. Could a pair of balls even survive that?

As if on cue, Alice said, “I thought for sure I had popped his nuts! I mean, that was the hardest kick I’ve ever given anyone, and man did he cry and scream. One of my friends on the other side of the school said she heard the scream!”

“Of course, all the teachers made a big deal about it and called an ambulance. Turns out he was swelled up really bad, didn’t come to school for a week. I don’t think my kick was right on though, otherwise they definitely would have popped!”

“And you didn’t get in trouble?” said Josh.

“Haha, no. I’m just a clumsy girl. It was a complete accident,” she said with mock innocence.

Josh put the cleats on the rack. Alice got up and went back to her bed.

Josh’s excitement grew as he picked up the next pair. They were steel-toed heels. Black in colour, with the last few inches covered in a steel plate, which met in a sharp point.

“Mmm…” said Alice. “Those are one of my favourites.”

“They look deadly,” Josh admitted.

“Hehe, yeah. You’re not the only one to think so. These two stupid boys at school actually made a dare to get kicked with them!”

“What?” said Josh.

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it when they came up to me. They had dared eachother that one of them would get kicked in the balls with my shoes. It would be decided by rock-paper-scissors, with both of them closing their eyes, so only I would know who won. I would kick the loser in the nuts.

“They got it off some dumb comedy show,” she explained.

“So, what happened?” he asked.

“Well, I did it of course! They sure came to the right girl. I guess my reputation precedes me,” her devlish smile came back again. “But I have to say, I was shocked to actually have a boy ask me to kick him! What idiots!

“Anyway, so they covered their eyes, both facing me with their legs spread. They then did the rock-paper-scissors. The one boy got rock, the other scissors. It was great, too, cause the boy who got scissors, who lost, he was just wearing a pair of jogging shorts, not much in the way of protection.

“Since he had come asking for it, I gave it to him real good. Definitely one of my harder kicks, especially with a shoe like that! Mmm… I still remember that steel toe connecting with his balls. Usually there’s some resistance if a boy’s wearing jeans, but that steel cut through his shorts like butter, right into his sack.”

Josh had a mental image of the boy’s sack being brutally crushed by the cold metal in his hands. Then he realized that it was that pointy toe, the one he was caressing with this finger, that crushed that boy’s balls, which made it all the more special. He felt the cold metal and imagined what it would feel like slamming into the boy’s soft flesh and the sheer and utter torment that would have followed.

His heart was racing. He looked at Alice, who was sharing his excitement. She gave him a strange look. It was clear to her why she was enjoying this, but why was he?

Immediately embarrassed he looked away and walked to the shoe rack.

“Anyway,” she continued. “His eyes bugged out further than I’ve ever seen. I thought they would pop out! There was this vein popping in his forehead, his face was so red!

“Everyone was laughing, as practically the whole school had come to watch them do their stupid dare. As he lay there crying, his friend who won the bet was pointing and laughing at him. That annoyed me. I mean, who was he to point and laugh? He had balls, too. And I was the one that kicked him, it was my moment, not his.

“So the boy was doubled over, he was laughing so hard, and he was facing away from me towards his friend. I took my time as I lined up my shot, really taking it in, you know?”

No, Josh didn’t know. He had only ever been on the receiving end.

“I mean here was this guy, laughing his ass off at his best friend, only a few feet away from him in absolute agony. And I knew, that in only a matter of moments, with one kick, I would shatter his world.

“It was funny cause he was laughing so wildly, then BOOM!” She kicked her leg up again for effect. “There was this moment of silence. Not just him, but everyone. People covered their mouths, and I just let my steel toe linger there for a bit. Then, his wild laughter turned to wild screaming! Haha, and he joined his friend rolling around on the ground. It was delicious.” She smiled with satisfaction.

Josh reverently put the shoes on the rack. As he cleaned up the rest, she kept talking about the boys she had busted. None were quite as exciting as the ones she had told previously. They all had the general theme – boy ended up crying on the ground in pain while she laughed.

As he placed the last pair on the rack, he noticed in the corner a pair of white boots that had been sitting there all along – the only pair to be on the rack when he started cleaning. They had a leather leg to them, probably going a third of the way up a girl’s leg. They had a curved boot, which met at a hard point at the toe. They almost looked like cowgirl boots, but without the decoration. They were smooth white leather. They appealed to Josh, he couldn’t stop looking at them.

>>3199

“You don’t wear these anymore?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

Alice looked to the boots and back at him, giving him a sly, wistful grin. “Aahhh, no,” she sighed. “They don’t fit me anymore, but I can’t stand to part with them.” Indeed, they did look smaller than her other shoes.

“Why?” he asked.

“They were my first,” she replied.

Josh’s excitement grew. “Really? Uuhh…” he stammered. “What was that like?”

Alice laughed. “It was incredible!”

Was it one of her older brothers, he asked?

“Haha, no, neither of them. There was this boy, who I kinda had a crush on. Well, I didn’t know how to express it, so I was being all immature. Every day we would walk past eachother on our way home from school. I would pretend to attack him and kick at his balls, but I would never actually do it.

“At first he would flinch and cover up, and the look on his face was priceless! That’s how I got addicted to kicking boys, by seeing the power I had over him - and I hadn’t even kicked him!

“So after a while he knew I was faking and didn’t try as hard to protect himself. And then it happened… completely by accident, too. I went to kick him, and kinda lost my balance, and WHAM! My foot went too far and my toe connected right between his legs, into his little balls, hehe!

“His reaction was priceless, but so was mine I’m sure. I think that was the only time that I must have looked as shocked as the boy I kicked! We just stood there, staring at eachother in surprise. Then… well of course, his face turned all red, and he started making all kinds of funny faces. Then screaming, oh my god the screaming! He started rolling around like crazy.”

“What did you do?”

“I lost it,” she laughed. “I went hysterical and started laughing my ass off, I couldn’t stop! I even fell down to the ground, too, and was rolling around laughing, while he was rolling around crying!”

“Ahh,” she sighed again. “That was amazing.”

>>3201

Alice, too, was curious to see what his balls could take. She wasn’t out to castrate her cousin, but she also knew she wouldn’t feel bad if she ruptured one or both of his balls. When it came to boys and their balls, she just didn’t have any sense of guilt, she never had. To her, it had always been a fun, entertaining act. She saw the sense with which most of her gender recoiled from hurting boys in this way. Or the way they would laugh, but then feel bad about it afterwards. She never understood why girls grabbed their own crotches in sympathy when they saw a boy get kicked. Didn’t they realize that they would never experience that pain? So why would they care? The feeling of empathy was as incomprehensible and impossible for Alice as was the feeling of getting kicked in the balls – and she was just fine with that.

Josh’s eyes were wide, his face red and a large vein popping out of his forehead. His mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, as that would require breath to go in, and his abdominal muscles were so contracted that he couldn’t breath. Alice put her other foot on the ground and let some of the pressure off. She watched with what relief Josh drew in those precious breaths. She had never felt this amount of control over someone, it was exhilarating. Just as quickly as she had given him a reprieve, she put the pressure back on, and watched his terrified reaction, as his body tensed up and he began squirming.

“Hahaha,” she laughed at him. This was way too much fun.

She let off the pressure again. This time, Josh used his breath to begin pleading. “Please, please… I’ll do anything, please stoopp!!” His voice went higher as she put the pressure back on. She liked the sound of his pleading. It was so pathetic. Did he really think she actually cared about his well being? The more he pleaded, the more she wanted to feel his balls crush beneath her foot.

She was getting into a frenzy now. She had not intended to go very far with this, but she felt an insatiable hunger to go further. Just letting him go didn’t seem like a viable option any more, she had to keep going. And this could only end one way.

Josh sensed that they had reached the point of no return. She was no longer laughing, but now had a sadistic, evil grin, and the look in her eyes terrified him. He was completely and utterly powerless as his body convulsed wildly. When he thought the pressure couldn’t get any worse, it did. This couldn’t go on much longer.

Alice could feel the balls begin to flatten more under her foot. She felt a profound sense of exhilaration. She was almost there.

>>3202

Josh was screaming at the top of his lungs, but he couldn’t even hear it. In this moment, the pain was so intense that all of his other senses shut down. It was only him and the nerve endings in his testicles that were in the process of being crushed out of existence. Caught between his pubic bone and his cousin’s bare foot – the moment had finally come when he would be castrated. Of course, he wasn’t even contemplating this, he couldn’t contemplate anything in that moment.

Then, it stopped. The inexorable march to the destruction of his manhood halted. The intense pressure in his gonads was relieved. He took in the first real breath since he had been brutally awaken by Alice only minutes before. As the air coursed through his lungs and the oxygen to his brain, did he regain a wider awareness of the world. He looked up. His cousin was at the window now, peering out.

The sight of her terrified him. She was crazy! She really wanted to castrate him! He had to get out of there fast. But the pain in his balls was still excruciating, he didn’t think he would be able to get up.

“Shit!” said Alice.

Josh attempted to ask what was the matter, but it just came out as a pathetic groan, as the mere effort of talking caused a rush of pain and nausea to his stomach. He looked around for somewhere to throw up.

“Shit, shit, shit!” said Alice louder, as she ran back towards him. “She’s not supposed to be back yet. Hey, get up!” She kicked him in the side.

His fear of Alice outweighed his pain, and he struggled to his feet, probably one of the hardest things he had done in his life. He looked at Alice and could see she was thinking.

“OK, this is what we’re going to do. I’m going to bed. You lay on the couch there. It will look like you fell asleep while watching TV.”

Josh was relieved. He gratefully collapsed on the couch and curled up in a fetal position, facing the back cushions. He was also relieved in a larger sense, because it meant his ball torture was over for the night. And for good, he hoped. He had come too close to losing his manhood to ever be alone with Alice again, or to try it with any other girl. He would treat his balls better from now on.

Alice turned off the light in the room and went to her bedroom. Only the light of the TV was illuminating the room, but Josh closed his eyes. He was still worried he would throw up.

He heard the door to the house open and someone come in. There was a pause, and what sounded to be some rustling around, and then the door closed. The stairs creaked as someone came down. Josh heard his Aunt’s voice.

“Nice and slow now, we don’t want you to take a tumble and get knocked out. Then we couldn’t have any fun, now could we?” Josh realized there was another person there. He quickly glanced up and behind himself to see two pairs of legs coming down the steps. His aunt’s and a man’s. The man seemed to be having a hard time staying on his feet. Josh quickly looked away as their faces appeared. The man didn’t seem to respond. He was muttering incoherently, like he was drunk or something.

They went down to the end of the hall, and then into a room that Josh had never been in before. It was always locked. The door closed.

>>3204

Josh’s mom and aunt explained to him that punishing men was an important mission for both of them. When they heard about any man in the city committing sexual assaults on women, they would go into action and track him down. This room was where they carried out their punishments. Josh realized the man he saw earlier was bound on the other side of the room in the same contraption he was in. The man was also naked. He was unconscious.

The women approached the man and Sandy gave him a needle. The man woke up with a start, and underwent a similar process of struggle and bewilderment that Josh had went through moments before.

“What, the hell Laura?” he asked, to Josh’s aunt.

“What the hell indeed!” she snapped back, and accentuated her point with a quick snap kick to his testicles. He howled.

“Oh shush!” said Sandy. “That’s hardly even close the worst that you’re in for.”

“What are you talking about? What am I doing here!” he struggled against the restraints.

“Well, let’s see,” said Laura. “First you slipped a date rape drug in my drink, then I swapped my drink with another and returned the favour, adding a little something to your drink.”

“We’ve been on to you for a while,” said Sandy. “How many women has it been? Ten women that you’ve raped? One was barely old enough to be in a bar!” She kicked him viciously. Josh noticed she was wearing platform boots, along with a black skirt and white top. The man squealed pitifully. Josh wondered if that’s what he sounded like when he got kicked? He knew the answer was almost certainly yes.

“No, no, you’ve got it wrong!” he pleaded.

“Shut up you liar!” yelled Alice, who the man hadn’t even noticed, and seemed to come out of nowhere to kick him in the nuts. Josh noticed she had selected her pointy steel-toe tipped shoes. His dick began to harden.

The man squeeled again, and Josh’s female relatives all laughed. “She has spunk,” remarked Sandy to Laura.

“Of course she does, she’s one of us,” said Laura. “And tonight, we make it official.” She turned to her daughter. “Now Alice, I know you’ve been a terror on the school yard. Don’t think I haven’t heard about all those boys you’ve reduced to tears.”

“And sent to the hospital,” interjected Sandy. “I would know. I had to treat them.” She said with amusement and pride, “When a boy comes into the ER screaming and holding his groin, it’s a safe bet amongst us nurses that Sandy had a hand in it – or I guess I should say, a foot in it.” She winked.

Laura laughed, so did Sandy. She was relishing in the praise. “Believe me, I’ve gotten enough angry calls from most of their mothers, at least the ones who don’t realize that boys need a good kick in the balls to be put in their place. Otherwise they turn out like this creep.” She kicked the man again with her high heel.

“But are you ready to join your aunt and I in this? This isn’t just kicking a boy and watching him cry – this is much more than that. After tonight, he won’t even be a man anymore, do you understand?”

The man’s ears pricked up, and the look of desperation grew. He struggled again against his restraints. None of the women paid him any heed. His thoughts or feelings meant as little to him as those of a bug.

Alice nodded. “I’m ready.” If Josh wasn’t terrified in that moment, he could have spoken up and seconded Alice’s statement. He knew from personal experience that she was ready – she had come within seconds of castrating him earlier that night.

The women looked over to Josh with a peculiar look. “He’s got a hard on!” said Laura. “Well, I don’t know what to say,” said Sandy. “That is a first. Usually for males in your predicament, the last thing they would get is a hard on, haha.”

“Well, he is your son,” said Laura. “I guess it makes sense that he may have inherited that from you. But my, isn’t it interesting that a boy would be turned on by the thought of castration.”

Josh’s embarrassment was relieved when the females turned their attention back to the matter at hand. “OK, well it seems you’re ready,” said Laura, to Alice. “So how do you want to do it? And I would recommend doing one at a time, so you really get to savor it.”

Alice took a few moments to think. “Well, for the first one, I want to pop it with my steel toe!” The women smiled and nodded.

>>3209

"Relax, crybaby. I'm in a good mood today and I'm just teasing. But get dressed and ready because we're going over to your aunt's tonight…I'm going to castrate someone as my Mother's Day gift to myself."

Some hours later Josh and his mother arrived at his Aunt Laura's house and quickly went inside. His mother was wearing a tight white blouse and equally tight black skirt that didn't go down much past her thighs, with black stockings and black patent leather pointy toe stilettos. His aunt was dressed similarly except she had on bright red stilettos with the toe ending in a metal cap. "Hi sis!" greeted Laura to his mom. The two women hugged warmly and his aunt turned to him, "Hi, Josh. How they hanging?" She tousled his hair playfully and faked a kick at his balls making him wince and cringe, and making her and his mom laugh. "Works every time!" said his mom.

Josh looked around nervously, wondering where Alice was. He didn't have to wonder long as he rounded a corner they were all surprised as a leg topped off in a pink platform pump, the same ones she had first busted Josh with many months prior, came flying up and connected solidly with Josh's crotch. "OOOMPFFFFF!!!"

Josh hung suspended in mid air for a moment as Alice appeared from around the doorway throwing her arms up into the air and striking a pose. "Tada!" Josh met the ground with a thud, moaning and crying "my balls my balls!" After they recovered from their initial shock his mom and aunt broke up into fits of laughter.

"Alice, you scared the hell out of us!" said her mom with a grin.

"Yes, you almost gave me a heart attack," added Josh's mom Sandy, "not to mention you seemed to definitely caught my son off guard." She nudged Josh with her toe. "I hear you've been terrorizing the boys at school even more than before…I've seen quite a few traumatizing injuries come into the hospital as of late."

"I know, I've gotten really good at kicking balls!"

"I get so many calls from the boys' mothers, asking me to thank Alice for putting their son's in their places. They laugh and just ask that she not permanently damage them but that girls will be girls and they remember doing the same when they were growing up."

Laura kicked at her nephew as he lay on the ground sobbing, "Come on Josh, get into the living room and sit down."

Even through the pain Josh knew the lighthearted way in which his aunt addressed him was not a request in any way and he crawled into the living room while trying to ignore the pain in his nuts and hoping he wouldn't get kicked from behind as he made his way on all fours surrounded by his relatives sexy legs and heels.

Once they were all seated, and Josh couldn't help but stare at his family as they sat there legs crossed kicking their shoes and thinking how sexy they all were, his mom clapped her hands and said, "So tell me again, what happened to Harry?"

Josh looked up quickly at the mention of Harry's name. Harry was Alice's oldest brother, the one she had kicked last Easter. Laura and Alice laughed.

Laura started the story. "Well remember his girlfriend Jane? Well Alice and I were in the kitchen when we heard arguing in the living room. We peeked around the corner to see what the hell was going on and saw her rear back and give him a lethal kick in the crotch."

"But tell her what we heard, mom!" interrupted Alice.

"Well, hahaha! When her show made contact there was a POP."

"Pop pop pop!" chimed in Alice enthusiastically. Sandy covered her mouth with her hand, grinning.

All the women laughed. "So Harry just stood there for a moment with his mouth open looking like a fish, and he got the most pathetic look of sadness on his face, like he knew what just happened," Sandy continued. "So we walked in just as his hands went to cover his balls…er ball, and he went down. He looked over at me and I'm sorry I couldn't help it, but I was smiling at him. LOL!"

"Jane crushed his left nut!" added Alice with glee. "It was so funny! At first she seemed nervous but then when she saw me and mom smiling she started smiling too, and we al laughed about it. It was awesome! Harry kept saying mommy mommy and my balls my balls! But that's not the best part. Can I tell them the best part?"

"Go ahead Alice," said Aunt Laura.

"Well Jane dumped him and she came over to me and said you remember what I told you about how easy it is to break a boys balls? Well have fun with your brother Harry because he's no longer under my protection. So while her and mom were talking about how Harry was wrong not to remember Jane and his 1 year dating anniversary I snuck up on Harry and kicked him right in his nut! I mean right in his nut as hard as I could with the toe of my Mary Janes and he puked all over."

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"Come on Josh," said his mom as they all stood up and went to the special room. They all hustled inside and his aunt turned and shut and locked the door. Josh looked around the room, just as he remembered it, and looked for the man that would be strapped to the X-frame. Except there wasn't a man anywhere. He looked around again hoping he was mistaken, while a sinking feeling was developing in the pit of his stomach and his body urged him to run. Suddenly his mother appeared before him, his very own mother, the woman who gave him birth and should protect and love him. And she was smiling and reached out and put her hands on his shoulders and said, "Happy Mother's Day to me." And then she kneed him in the nuts as hard as she could, holding her knee in place while watching Josh's face for his reaction. If Josh had been on the sidelines watching he would have gotten hard at the sight of his mother's sexy stocking clad knee as it pistoned its way into a set of balls, the muscles of her thigh and calves like that of a dancer, beautiful but deadly. Then the pain hit, and Sandy got the reaction she was hoping for. His eyes scrunched up and he started making a high pitched warbling sound, his hands rested on her knee too weak to even try to push it away from his trapped jewels, although his fevered brain thought he was pushing away with all his might. Sandy knew he couldn't appreciate the sexy pose they were now sharing together, mother and son, locked in a tight embrace of pleasure and pain. So or course his aunt Laura snapped a few photos so he could appreciate it later and Sandy could relive this perfect moment during a hot steamy bubble bath.

At long last Josh slid off his mother's still horizontal knee and landed with a crash to the floor while the pain receptors in his brain fired off random electric pulses that his balls kept sending without end. He vaguely heard his aunt and cousin laughing at him and had a close up view of his mother's black stiletto inches from his face. Normally he would be hard being this close to his mother's foot, but now he only felt fear. Her foot was capable of causing terrible pain and irreversible damage, and he started to cry thinking about the fate of his balls. Surely it would be like last time, she would grant his gonads a reprieve at the last moment. He had been well behaved, hadn't he?

"Mommy…why?" he squeaked out.

"They always call for their mommy," laughed his aunt.

"It must be instinctive, to beg for your mommy when your balls are busted. Even when it's mommy that's just racked them. LOL!" replied his mom. "Why, Josh? Why not? LOL! You brought this on yourself, your little dick getting hard every time you rubbed my feet. Do you know how many times I thought of taking your little boy bit and snapping it in half while it was hard? Then when your cousin castrated her brother I talked to Aunt Laura and we decided what was best was to take away your lumps."

"We're going to castrate you just like I did to my brother! LOL! You're going to have to go to school with a high pitched voice and all the girls will know you don't have balls! LOL!" squealed Alice.

Josh leaned forward and kissed his mother shoe over and over. "Please mom, don't take my balls! Please don't crush my balls!" Kiss kiss kiss. "I promise it will never happen again."

"Stop being a baby about it, Josh," said his mom," stand up like a man while you still ARE a man. It's JUST your balls!"

"But you can't! They're my balls! I need them!"

Sandy pouted at her son in sympathy, as did Aunt Laura and Alice. Josh saw what looked like genuine concern and pity in her eyes and hope began to spring in his heart so he went on. "Mom, my balls. I need my balls."

"I know baby," she cooed in return.

"They make me a man. They make it so I can have kids and sex." Sandy nodded her head in agreement, her lips still pouting. "They will make me big and strong. They make me a man. Please, mommy, please, I want to be a man. Please don't crush my balls, mommy." Josh was weeping openly, trying everything he could think of to reach his mother's heart.

Sandy for her part seemed really touched by her son's pleas for his manhood, as did Alice and Laura. And then her motherly expression was gone and Josh saw hope fade as she rolled her eyes and looked disgusted. "Really? Mommy I want to be a man? A real man doesn't beg for his balls, son." And then she kicked Josh right in the balls with her instep, dropping him like a sack of potatoes as she broke into laughter with her sister and niece.

"I want to have kids," mocked Alice.

"I want to have sex," added Aunt Laura.

"Please don't crush my balls, mommy!" laughed Sandy. "Get him on the rack and let's have some fun. After all, it's Mother's Day!"

With the fight taken out of him by his mother's foot, Josh was easily hauled and strapped in place on the rack after taking his clothes off.

>>3452

David had pulled his cock straight up and was massaging it with one hand while he used his other arm to lean against the wall. I told him to tell me when he was going to cum because I didn't want to miss it!! He just grunted and by the way his face looked I knew it wouldn't be long. Suddenly he started saying he was going to cum, he was going to cum, over and over. I looked down at my feet, all I had on were a pair of tennis shoes. I wished they were my black leather pumps, the ones with the really pointed toes, but I knew I couldn't run upstairs to change them now!! I pulled my right foot back and just as the first spasm rocked David's body I kicked as hard as I could straight up and into the base of his cock, right at his scrotum.

I thought I'd done something wrong for a second, though! He didn't make a sound! And a geyser of spunk flew out his cock all over his hand and stomach. I quickly kicked him again, as hard as possible, grunting with the effort as I tried to drive his nuts into his throat!

This time something really sickening escaped his throat and his face was white, pure, sheet white! His eyes were big as saucers and he fell like a sack of potatoes onto the floor. I watched as he kinda curled and uncurled into a ball, crying and making a sound like he was throwing up. I couldn't believe how exciting it was!!

My pussy was on fire watching this and I just about flew out of my clothes!! I began fingering my creaming pussy while David was trying to spit something, bile? maybe out of his mouth. I was cumming and I wanted David to share in it! I stopped fingering my cunt for a moment and rolled him on his back, pushing his legs straight. It was great, he was like a big Ken doll, looking at me with those big, teary eyes, silently begging for comfort. But I knew what I wanted! I pushed his hands away as he tried to feebly cover his balls and cock. I pushed my pussy onto his wet face and told him to lick me! Of course poor David wasn't in any kind of shape to do anything for me! So he had to be punished!!

I rocked my hips on his face, grinding my hot sex against his face! I was so wet! I'd never, ever felt that hot before, and only a few times since! While I rubbed myself on David's face I grabbed his balls in my hand and savagely squeezed them! I wanted to make them pop, make them useless for anything ever again! David was trying to stop me, but he couldn't. I squeezed and twisted them until little tears began forming and I saw blood coming out of them. That's when I really came!! I flooded David's mouth with my juice and it was all I could do to keep from yanking his balls completely off!

But I knew I couldn't do that!! I'd finished cumming and David's scrotum was a mess. His balls were swollen and turning a pretty purple blackish color. There was a bit of blood where some skin had torn away, but nothing too bad. I knew he'd recover and that made me a little sad, but it also made me happy because I knew I'd have more fun with him later too!! So I pulled the rubber band out of my hair and I wrapped it around the base of his scrotum as many times as I could. I squeezed and rolled his balls every way imaginable trying to get one more ever tighter turn on that rubber band!!

When it was on there good I knew he'd have to get it off quick before his skin swelled up too much! Maybe his little balls would turn black and die, I thought … Wouldn't that be something to see! Or maybe he'd have to go to a doctor and they would have to cut his balls off!! That would be even better!! I sat on his face, watching his balls swell ever more, turning an angry scarlet. I knew I had to let him up, but it was so hard! It felt so good like that! I forced myself off of David, but before I picked up my clothes and walked away I pushed his legs open with my toe and looked at his face. He almost looked dead! But he was breathing, so I didn't feel bad at all when I stomped down as hard as I could with my heel on his poor little cock and balls!!

>>3453

I walked to my bedroom carrying my clothes and leaving David laying on the floor. His face covered with my cream and his tears. He was such a wimp!! He cried all night, I could hear him whimpering and babbling between his little periods of sleep when he passed out. He was crying when my dad found him the next morning. He'd tried to cut the rubberband off with a pair of scissors and the doctors had tried to save one of his balls, but I guess they couldn't. They're still attached, just not good for anything anymore. Of course, David didn't turn me in. He started to, he was saying something to my parents on the way to the hospital, but for a week he was pretty much asleep. And I was there every minute, keeping vigil over my beloved cousin while he healed! When he woke up and saw me he started screaming, but when he woke up the second time we had a very nice long talk!!

The police called it autoeroticism, or something. I guess some people just like to abuse themselves! It sounded strange to me, but it's in all the papers, every day. David stayed with us the rest of that summer and actually became one of my best friends!! It turns out he loves pleasing me a lot more than he ever loved those stupid balls he was born with! As soon as we were able we moved in together and while I am constantly tempted to have his useless balls removed, it still gives me so much pleasure to have them handy for playing with!! And David doesn't mind … Not anymore!!

the end

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Busting Brad

by

Millie

Sophie ran out of the Jewelers shop and dashed home and ran into her mother’s bedroom and when she found it empty she dashed frantically round the house looking for her. As Sophie went passed her brother Brad’s bedroom she saw him laying on his back on his bed with the crotch of a pair of his mother’s knickers in his mouth whilst he rubbed his hard cock. Stopping she stood by the door and watched imaging how much fun it would be to go in and torture him and rip his vile cock and balls off. Giving in to her strong desire to have some sexy sadistic cock and ball play with her brother Sophie walked in a stood next to her brother as he rubbed his cock,

“What are doing you disgusting pervert? I feel sickened by the sight of that revolting thing in your hand!” shouted Sophie at her brother “I’m going to tell mommy about you wanking over her knickers.” Sophie felt a surge of power as her brother Brad dropped their mother’s knickers onto the bed and threw himself at her feet begging her not to tell her mother about what she had caught him doing. Sophie’s pussy started to tingle as she looked down at him and his vile hard cock as it stood pathetically against his stomach. Reaching down she took it into her right hand and gently rubbed her hand up and down as she imaged what she was just about to do to it.

A red blush flooded across her small chest, bud like breasts, up her neck and over her face as she felt a rush of excitement start in her young pussy and flood through her body. “I won’t tell mommy if you do what I tell you to and if you let me do what ever I want to do to you!” snapped Sophie. Looking into his with an innocent smile she rubbed his cock as she waited for his reply to her demands. Her pussy tingled with joy as Brad silently nodded his head submitting himself to her. His submission made her giddy with excitement and made her feel drunk with sadistic sexual lust.

Looking down at him with a mixture of contempt for him a lust for what she was just about to do to him see ordered him to take his clothes off and kneel in front of her with his eyes closed. She then ran downstairs and selected some items from the kitchen, garage and tool shed that she intended to use on her brother Brad. Running back upstairs she moved quickly back into Brad’s room. “Open you eyes you disgusting wanker!” snarled Sophie with growing excitement. She stared down at him with a bright sadistic smile on her face. Brad looked up passively at her like and felt a great feeling of her as she saw her staring at him with a strong look of cruel sadistic lust.

Sophie took her right fist and punched him hard in his face knocking him backwards onto the floor. Punching Brad hard in his face gave her that exciting feeling of breathlessness she got when she was lying naked on top of her mother. Sophie relished the feelings of pleasure as she moved round her brother Brad as he lay as she kicked and punched him. As she beat him up Sophie moaned and groaned in ecstasy as she inflicted pain and suffering onto her brother Brad. Stopping hitting him she took off her clothes and stood naked next his pathetic bruised body. Opening her legs she made him kiss her pussy and lie on the floor spread-eagled on his back. Sophie then tied him to the floor and gagged him.

Just after she inserted the gag into his mouth their mother Nicky walked into the room. Seeing Sophie naked and Brad naked on the floor Nicky walked over her daughter and demanded to know what she was doing to her brother. Sophie lied to her mother and told her that he had tried to rape like her daddy but she managed to over power him and tied him to the floor.

Nicky took her daughter into her arms and started to kiss her lovingly. Sophie then told her mother to help her destroy his raping tool and felt a surge of excitement as her mother walked over to Brad her son and rubbed his cock with her foot as she told he would have to pay for being wicked to his sister. Sophie felt an orgasm flood through her body as she watched her mother start to stamp and kick her brother’s balls. Sophie handed their food blender to her mother and told her to use it on him. Ignoring his muffled pleas for mercy they both rubbed his cock and balls making it grow hard. When it had become very big and hard Nicky Sophie’s mother forced his hard erect cock into the food blender and looked excitedly at Sophie. They both looked at Brad and laughed sadistically as he wriggled trying to get his cock and balls out of the blender.

>>3455

Sophie moved her eyes away from her mothers and looked with lust at her mother’s breasts and then her thighs as the hand she hand placed into her knickers pulled up her skirt exposing her thighs and pussy lips. Sophie moved her head downwards to kiss her mother’s pussy pushing her hands down forcing Brad’s cock further into the blender. As Sophie’s lips kissed her mother’s hot wet pussy lips she felt Brad jump in pain as the blender sliced and chopped his cock into a blend of blood and cock mush. The young girl then licked her mother to a huge orgasm as she destroyed her brother’s manhood with their meat blender.

Sophie felt giddy with excitement as her mother ground her pussy onto her face as her mother came on her face. After she recovered Nicky Sophie’s mother forced Brad’s balls into the path of the blender’s blade as Sophie played with her own clit. Leaving Brad’s broken body on the floor Nicky and her daughter Sophie climbed onto Brad’s bed and started to make love.

As they made love Sophie whispered into her mothers left ear as she rubbed her young pussy against her mother’s. “I love you mommy. Will you marry be and be my wife?” Sighing with delight as she daughter made love to her Nicky panted, “Yes darling I will be your wife.” Sophie then slipped the engagement ring she had bought with her pocked money onto her mother’s wedding finger as they made love. After they made love they made some lovely burgers out of Brad's blended cock and ball meat. (Very tasty)

To be continued.

>>3458

They applied the soft butter liberally to Tim’s cock and started stroking it with their tiny hands. For full leverage, they moved in close. both girls were giggling with excitement and stroking the huge cock with all their vigor. Occasionally, one girl would slip causing the other girl to receive a playful and buttery smack in the face with Tim’s cock. This would serve to excite the girls even more and increase the giggling. Soon they were having deliberate fights with Tim’s dick, trying to see who could hit the other in the face harder with the swollen cock.

It wasn’t long before the family dog, King, heard the squealing of the girls, and came to investigate. He approached the door and pushed it open with his muzzle. “King!!” the girls cried excitedly. “Do you wanna play with us?” King was a very large but gentle adult male german sheppard. He walked to where the girls were playing with Tim’s cock, and immediately began licking the butter off their faces. The girls squealed with delight. King then began licking the butter from Tim’s huge organ. The girls were doubly intrigued by watching King’s long tongue lick the large penis. Suddenly, Katie shrieked. “Hey, King’s got a dick too!!!!!!” And she pointed down to where King’s dark pink shaft was slowly but steadily emerging from its sheath and becoming harder and harder. “Wow, you’re right!!” cried Annie. Both girls instinctively swung around and looked between King’s legs to confirm that King also had nuts, just like the boy they had been playing with. As King continued to lick Tim’s cock, the girls turned their attention to their dog.

“Do you think we could get King to squirt his stuff on us the way boys do?” asked Katie. “I don’t know, get under him so you can play with him,” instructed Annie. Katie got on her back on the floor, while Annie helped her between Kings’ legs so she was face-to- face with Kings engorged cock. “It’s weird,” said Katie. “It’s really pointy and has a big bulge at the base here.” “Lick it like King licked the boy’s dick,” urged Annie. “It tastes really salty,” Katie exclaimed. “I like it.” With that, Katie wrapped her little hands firmly around King’s knot for leverage and began to insert King’s entire shaft in her mouth. Annie watched in amazement as her twin sister shoved the entire dog cock into her mouth and began to suck on it feverishly. “What’s it like!!” Annie asked excitedly. Katie extracted the long dog dick from her mouth and turned to her sister. “It’s really long and goes all the way to the back of my throat. It’s really salty, too. The point of it is really flexible, but it feels like there is a bone inside of it. And, when I suck….. Katie cut her sentence short in a state of shock and surprise as she felt several forceful jets of liquid striking her cheek. “He’s squirting you!!!!!!!!!!!!” squealed Annie with uncontrolled delight. Katie, still dumbfounded, turned to King’s cock to see what was happening, and received a blast of watery cum in her young face. King’s spurts continued relentlessly, such that Katie could barely speak from the rapid jets of cum being shot at her face. “Wow, I made him (choke) squirt!!!” squealed Katie, and some of the dog cum was shot directly in her mouth as she spoke. “My turn, my turn,” yelled Annie as she pushed her sister out from under the dog. “Hey,” cried Katie. But Annie had already positioned herself under the dog and was being absolutely coated with spurt after relentless spurt of dog cum. Meanwhile, Katie had gone over to the mirror and could only utter a hushed “WOW” as she saw that her entire face was coated with dog cum and it was dripping off her chin onto the front of her shirt. She quickly returned to watch the exploits of her sister under their dog. At times it appeared that Annie would drown from the prolific quantities of watery dog cum being shot at her. But she never pulled her face away. On a couple of occasions, she even opened her mouth and let King shoot several blasts of cum right into her mouth, swallowing every drop. Eventually, the girls drained King of every last drop of cum his nuts could produce. When this happened, King promptly turned and trotted out of the room. The last thing the girls saw as King squeezed through the doorway was his engorged cock swaying back and forth between his legs, still dribbling a little bit of residual cum.

The girls looked at each other and laughed. Each was covered in slick, watery dog cum. The fronts of their shirts were soaked, and they each had wet hair matted to their foreheads. On the floor was a puddle of dog cum. They still didn’t have enough fun. Both girls were thinking the same thing, and they lunged for Tim’s still- hard cock. They fought over it for a while, each tugging at it forcefully, but finally decided to try to make him squirt together. They did not have any more butter, so they reached down and covered their little hands with dog cum and used it for lubrication.

>>3459

They stroked and stroked and stroked Tim’s hard cock with no results. Tim, although very confused and disoriented, was loving every minute of it. Frustrated at their lack of results, they took a break and lamented their inability to make this boy squirt. “Why won’t he squirt on us?” whined Katie. “I know,” said Annie, “we need to suck on him like you sucked on King’s thing.” “Yeah,” said Katie, as she grabbed the cock with renewed vigor and began to lick it. Again, Annie was absolutely dumbfounded by her sister’s tenacity as she watched her sister slowly cram first the head, then the rest of Tim’s huge cock in her mouth. The dick clearly extended all the way to the back of Katie’s throat, as Annie noted that Katie’s breathing was exclusively through her nose and very labored. Katie’s lips were stretched thin, wrapped around the huge organ, and she looked like a snake swallowing a rabbit whole. She sucked on the dick for several minutes, bringing Tim closer and closer to orgasm, but gave up in desperation just before bringing Tim to orgasm. Tim couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Katie extracted the huge organ from her mouth and let go of it. “I just don’t think we can get him to squirt on us,” Katie said dejectedly. “Yeah, you are right,” Annie said. “It’s so much bigger than King’s dick.” She grabbed Tim’s dick to feel its size once more. “And it’s so different, too.” “Look at the end of it, it’s so rounded.” She moved her face closer and inspected the head of Tim’s giant pecker. “King probably squirted us because his thing is shaped like a rocket.” “And, he…..” Annie’s sentence was cut short as her head was suddenly thrown back forcibly, by the force of a tremendous jet of thick gooey liquid ejected from the tip of Tim’s cock. Annie regained her composure just in time to be hit with another wave of thick jizm expelled forcefully from Tim’s pecker. “You made him squirt you!!!!!!!” cried Katie as she danced around excitedly.

Annie barely heard her as she was busy getting blasted and drowned by wave after wave of thick ropes of cum. The cum was filling every orifice on her face, and she instinctively pointed the cock upward so it was no longer pointed directly at her face. Tim continued to ejaculate with almost the same relentlessness that King had shown. Each thick, gooey, rope of cum was being forcefully ejected from Tim’s cock, blasted up into the air at least 2 or 3 feet and was literally showering Annie. Katie quickly jumped under the shower to join in the fun. The girls danced and squealed under this cum shower for a full minute until the torrent of cum emanating from Tim’s cock slowed and finally stopped. The girls stood in silence staring at each other for a moment. Between the showers they had received from the dog and the boy, each was covered head to to in thick, gooey cum. It matted down their hair, covered their faces, ran down their cheeks, and dripped off their ears, noses, and chins, onto their shirts.

At exactly this moment, the petite blond Heather came looking for her sister, Beth. She walked right into Beth’s room and gasped at the scene in front of her. She was dumbfounded at first, but as she gathered her senses, she quickly sized up the scenario. “What has he done to you??!!” she screamed. The young girls had been afraid that they would be blamed for the mess that they made, and they were relieved that Heather was blaming the boy. Seeing the opportunity to deny all responsibility, the girls pointed sheepishly toward the boy laying on the bed and said “he made us play with his thingie.” Just like Beth was protective of Heather, Heather had always been very protective of her two young twin sisters. “God- dammit, I knew one of Beth’s fucking boyfriends was going to get us all into trouble one of these days. The son-of-a-bitch.”

Beth had just said goodbye to her visiting uncle downstairs and returned to her room. She too was horrified at the scene before here. “God-dammit, Beth,” said Heather, “you know you’re not supposed to have any of your boyfriends over when mom and dad aren’t here!!” “Look what this fucker did to our little sisters!!! He practically raped them. He made them jerk him off, and came all over them!!” “Which one is it? Is it Rick?”

Beth thought quickly. “Yeah, it’s Rick. I thought I could trust him. He said he would just wait here on my bed while I went down and answered the door.”

“Go clean yourselves up and then go to your rooms, girls. It’s not your fault.” said Heather softly and comfortingly.

After the twin girls left, Heather’s tone was anything but comforting. “Fuck. I have always hated Rick. I knew that bastard was going to cause trouble,” said Heather staring with disgust at Tim’s exposed and engorged genitals, now glistening with his own cum. “The fucker doesn’t deserve to have a dick!!!! He deserves to have his pathetic little wiener ripped off!!!” And she lunged at the boy laying on the bed grabbing his dick and balls, yanking and twisting with all her might. She pulled on Tim’s genitals so hard that they began to turn blue. Tim let out a small muffled shriek of pain. “Shut up you fucker!! You deserve to have your rotten sperm- squirting, little-girl raping pecker ripped from your body.” “What are we going to do about this, Beth?” asked Heather wearily.

“Why don’t we?” said Beth chuckling to herself.

“Why don’t we, what?” said Heather.

“Well, you said he deserves to have his dick ripped from his body, so why don’t we do it. You know, as revenge for what he did to our little sisters.” Beth could not believe the turn of events. She had planned to torture Tim’s cock and make him extremely sorry for raping his sister. Now, she saw the opportunity to allow Heather to avenge her own rape (even if she wasn’t aware of it) by torturing Tim’s dick.

“I don’t know, Beth. Maybe we should unzip the garment bag and ask Rick what happened so we aren’t wrongfully accusing him.”

“No, let’s leave the bag zipped up. After all, you have all the proof you need. Our little sisters are covered in cum. Who else could have done it. And, he must have forced them to do it. Why else would two 8-year-old girls be drenched in cum? And, look. His filthy cock is still hard. Even after cumming all over our little sisters and getting tortured by you, he is such a horny rapist bastard that he is still hard.” Of course, Tim could not lose his erection because of the swelling and the tight constriction of the small garment bag hole.

“OK, let’s do it.” said Heather. “But what are we going to do to him?”

“I don’t know. Use your imagination.”

Both girls immediately got a huge grin on their faces. They quickly untied his legs, made him get up, and walked him outside; his cock and balls still exposed through the tight hole in the garment bag, and swaying back and forth as he walked.

“You like to cum, Rick? Oh, we’ll make you cum. We’ve got a couple of real unusual ways to make a guy like you cum that I think you will find very interesting.” Heather wispered into the ear of the terrified man who, unbeknownst to her was her innocent lover.

They marched him across the yard of their parents’ dairy farm. As Beth went to get some milk from the holding tank, Heather led the captive over to a large igloo-like hut. Beth quickly returned with some milk and dipped Tim’s pecker completely in the milk. There was a small hole in the side of the igloo-like hut. Normally reserved for the long and slender nipple of a calf-feeding bottle, they now forced Tim’s pecker through it. So Tim could not pull himself away, both girls put all of their weight into pressing him against the igloo-like hut. Suddenly, Tim felt somethings nudging at his pecker. Soon, his pecker was being sucked on once again. But is was not like before from the little girl. Now, his dick was being sucked down a very wide throat and sucked with a very harsh sand-paper-like tongue. Tim soon realized that a young calf was suckling on his dick!!

“You like that, rapist?” chimed Heather. “You raped a couple of little girls. You might as well rape a baby calf while you’re at it. Of course, the calf likes it. And, as long as we keep sprinkling a little milk at the base of your dick for the calf to suck on, that calf will keep sucking all day long. I’m sure it feels good right now. But, it won’t take long until your dick is rubbed raw and stretched to twice its normal length down that calf’s throat. You might say that the calf is raping you!” Both girls giggled gleefully at the thought of the boy being raped by one of their father’s calves.

Sure enough, the constant suction by the calf soon caused Tim to convulse involuntarily as an orgasm waved through his body and he shot several loads of cum down the throat of the calf that was suckling on him. “What’s it like getting a blow-job from a baby cow?” asked Heather as she noticed Tim’s body beginning to spasm. The girls laughed gleefully. “Better enjoy that cum, rick. ‘Cause no human girl is gonna want to make you cum when we are through with you.” Beth went to the main opening of the calf-hut and looked in. She saw the calf suckling feverishly on the long stretched raw cock. She noticed something else, too. “Hey Rick,” she yelled. “I didn’t know you were gay. You must be ‘cause you are getting your dick sucked by a bull calf.” The two girls laughed uproariously at this.

>>3463

God, I just want to take a scythe and swing,..

>>3463

Well guise… because this ending was never finished I have decided to write my own. I have three ideas for a possible ending.

Good ending: Girls discover who he is before he is castrated and let him go. He stays with his girlfriend and eventually becomes her slave.

Bad ending: Girls castrate him and then discover it was all a big misunderstanding. Regardless his girlfriend dumps him as he no longer can have sex.

Ugly ending: Upon discovering who the guy really is the girls panic and swiftly cannibalize him to hide their guilt.

>>3497

Whatever you do don't choose the good ending!

Ugly ending would be sexy if it involved extreme pain before Tim dies, but bad ending sounds sexier cuz he'll never be able to be happy again.

Choose the bad ending pls.

>>3519

I suppose ending two it is.

>>3522

i also think the bad ending is the best tbh

>>3522

Ty!

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>>3681

I'm still working on the ending to that one story. I have not forgotten. Just got a little busy with some other stuff.

>>3742

Heather searching for words replied "It was one of the most intense and pleasurable feelings I've ever had…I need to do more to him…I need to take his testicles as well."

"Hold on a minute" Beth stated "First you aren't getting all of the pleasure to yourself this time, if you are taking his balls I get to take at least one."

"Well, that's fair enough." Heather agreed.

"we also need to patch this …thing up. If we let him bleed out he could die witch I'm fine with but then it would be difficult to hide the body." Beth Said.

Heather thought about this for a moment. Totally killing him did slightly turn her on but she decided it would be best to just stick with the plan.

Beth ran quickly back to the house and came back with a small first aid kit and said "I think I remember watching this one youtube video online about how to do this. I think I can patch him up and stop the bleeding."

Beth went to work on patching Tim up. She tried her best from memory. After about a half hour she was done. All he had now was a stitched nub with a hole in it for his urethra. "Well, he's all patched up then. He wont bleed to death." Beth Stated.

"Now that we've taken away his little rape tool shall we pulverize his precious little testes?" asked Heather.

"I'm feeling a little bit hungry actually, I think we should eat some dinner first and then go from there." Beth said.

"Good idea! Let's tie him up somewhere on the ground so he can't escape." Heather said.

The girls each grabbed one of Tim's legs and started dragging him across the floor on his back. They dragged him across the barn floor until they got in-between tow banisters. They each proceeded to stretch his legs apart. They continued until it looked like he was doing the splits. They each quickly tied them to each banister. Tim now rest, lying on his back, his legs were on the ground but were tied so that they were spread at a perfect 180 degrees.

"That aught to do it!" Beth exclaimed. "He wont be escaping our clutches so easily!"

As Beth was looking down at Tim admiring their work Heather skipped over to where Tim's penis hung. It was no longer swinging, it just hung there still suspended by the rope. His cock was stretched and mutilated. Blood and semen were dripping out of the bottom where it had been cut off.

"We shouldn't forget our prize." Heather giggled as she grabbed and tugged it down towards her. She untied the rope and let it sit in her hand. It was stretched beyond its natural capacity and looked sore and discolored. "Wow that looks like it was really painful when it was attached to him" Heather giggled. "He must seceretly be glad that we took it!"

"Come on lets go inside for dinner, and bring that cock with you too." said Beth.

The two girls left their victim in the barn and went to the house where Beth got out the frying pan and turned on the stove.

"Heather hand me that disgusting thing." Beth requested.

Heather handed Tim's former penis over to Beth who, with a look of disgust on her face pinched and held it by her thumb and index finger and quickly tossed it on to the frying pan where it began to sizzle and cook. "Gross!" Beth muttered.

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Hello, guys, does anyone have a stories from deleted Caligula's blog?

On Web-archive this blog incompleted.( Please!

>>5173

I have a bunch saved somewhere. Once I find the files I will post them.

>>5174

Thanks!

>>5177

Interviewing Sister

https://ghostbin.com/paste/arofw

>>5184

Thanks m8. Not sure why he killed his blog.

Any more castration stories like this one?

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/christmas.txt

>>5207

see >>2660

>>5240

I need links.

>>5241

https://ghostbin.com/paste/pccjg

Here's a link, you can click the numbers you know.

>>2660

>>5243

What? No.

I was requesting a collection of castration stories link most sites only have ball busting.

does anyone have any more stories from alexh's flash femdom blog? he closed it down a couple of years ago and i've been looking for most of his stories ever since.

obviously the batting cage one is here but he had a whole bunch of them, would really appreciate it if anybody could share them

I read a story online and can't find it anymore. The mistress gets a doctor friend to do a mock castration on him, then he screws up and they repeat it for real. In the end, it turns out she's been fucking the doctor for some time.

The set up was very specific with cutting guide plates and everything.

Any help is appreciated :)

Gonna post some links of stories I like, not gonna spoil but the titles are spoilers anyways so whatever anything most of it is femdom, cbt, castration and wrestling etc.

Aesthetically Pleasing - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc22/aestheticallypleasing2.txt

A Surprise Christmas Present - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/christmas.txt

Power Milking part 2 - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/powermilking02.txt

Male Jewelry - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc30/malejewelry.txt

Castrated by a Young Girl Fighter - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc20/castrated.txt

Castrated by The Office Girls - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc20/officegirls.txt

Castrated by a girl at school - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/schoolgirl.txt

Spectacle - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc22/spectacle.txt

I finally found her - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/finally.txt

Castrated by My Sisters - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc7/sisters.txt

At the hands of Delilah - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc25/delilah.txt

Judy's Jewels - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc12/judy.txt

Testicle Festival - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc22/festival.txt

The Pet Groomer - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc22/petgroomer.txt

Vurners Vet Supply - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc23/vurners.txt

An Encounter with Goddess Demoness - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc10/msdemon.txt

Three Ninjas Get Kicked - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/misc/ninjas.txt

Ball-busting Family - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/misc2/family.txt

Mommy's Nutcrackers - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/misc2/nut.txt

My Big Sister - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/misc3/bigsis.txt

The Little Guy part 1: The Big Sister - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc6/walter1.txt

Top Bitches- http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc7/topbitch.txt

STEP SISTER, ANGEL - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc9/stepsis.txt

A Sister's Revenge, part 1 - http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/revenge01.txt

These are all the ones I read that are decent imo, you can find a shit ton of stories, probably around like 300? idk If anyone finds more good ones post them, I am mainly like ballbusting/castration. +1 if sister or family. http://www.thevalkyrie.com/library.html Just scroll down to "Miscellaneous One" where all the stories get posted from there on.

Why the hell arnt there more castration stories being written? There are so many people in the world, but nobody seems to be making any?

Bumping.

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>>6277

>>6696

"You mean, this was his first…" asked Shannon.

"Yes, the first time he has been kicked in the balls. His mother tells me he has never been hit there." Madame's eyes looked to the back of the room, and up walked a lady, who it soon became apparent was Johnny's mother.

"Yes," said Johnny's mother in a regretful tone. "Johnny doesn't have a sister, otherwise it would have happened long ago. I've certainly been tempted many a time," she said smiling, "but I always intended for Johnny to come to the Academy, and thought it would be special if we waited."

"Oh, thank you so much," said Shannon. "It was great. And now knowing that I was the first girl to do that to him, well, that makes it even better."

"You're welcome dear. Now you girls have fun," said Johnny's mom, as she unsympathetically pulled her son to his feet and guided him, wobbling, out of the class. He wouldn't be back for several days.

"Well class. I trust this demonstration has been useful. I have here handouts for all of you explaining how this system will work. And don't worry, your mothers have all been given the details and can explain it to you tonight. Needless to say, those of you boys who follow the rules can avoid having what happened to Johnny happen to you very often, and those who don't know what they can expect."

"And girls," she said with a wide, uncharacteristic smile, "The more that you excel at this school, the more opportunities you will have to do what Shannon did today, and more." She paused on the word "more", letting it hang in the air long enough for the students to remember the images of ruptured testicles that they had seen earlier in the day. Chelsea's heart skipped a beat.

"Class dismissed."

>>6698

Yes, I wouldnt have it any other way. I decided long ago that you and Bobby would go there.

Really! Chelsea said again excitedly. MacCordum Academy began in Middle School, and Chelsea had just completed the first week of her first year there. That meant Bobby would be starting there next year. As her mind processed this, her excitement turned to disappointment. Did this mean that she would have to wait for Bobby to be initiated in Madames class? She had no idea how she could resist smashing his balls the moment she saw him.

Sensing her daughters disappointment, her mother again alleviated her worries. Dont worry, Chelsea. I have no intention of making you wait to introduce your brother to the realities of life. Chelseas face lit up. In fact, its been quite hard for me these past few not to kick your brothers balls right up into this throat, the little brat.

Bobby had become increasingly arrogant, obnoxious and demanding these past few months, since their father left. A psychologist would have said he was acting out, and would have recommended therapy. Cynthia, the mother of Chelsea and Bobby, had no such sympathy. This boy would quickly learn his place through painful discipline.

As if on cue, the door closed and Johnny entered downstairs. He would be up in a few minutes, he usually would go to his room first to check Facebook on his laptop.

So how are we going to do this, said Chelsea hurriedly. Cynthias mind worked as she surveyed the kitchen. Her eyes stopped on the countertop, to a package of eggs she had out. The devious smile returned. So this is what were going to do

Chelsea explained the plan to her daughter. A few minutes later Bobby came into the kitchen. “What are we having, I’m starving!” said Bobby in the high pitched voice of a pre-pubescent boy. The obnoxious tone grated on both Chelsea and Cynthia. Neither could wait for the moment.

How was your day at Cynthia was cut off by her impetuous son. School sucked! I hate it, why do you make me go! Im hungry, wheres supper?

Your sister is making it for us, she replied. Cynthia was in front of the stove frying up some eggs. Eggs and steak were somewhat of a family tradition.

So Bobby, Chelsea said in as pleasant a tone as she could muster. How would you like your eggs? She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it come from Bobbys mouth.

Scrambled, he replied, with his back to his sister, half a dozen feet away.

Im sorry, I didnt hear you, what did you say? said Chelsea, as she approached her brother and adjusted her legs into a kicking stance. She had not removed her black Mary Janes. The classic black heels with a rounded but extremely hard toe were standard issue for all girls at the Academy.

Bobby paused and began to turn. I said, his voice was now raised. I want my eggs scrambled you dumb bitch! Johnny completed his turn to face his sister. Their eyes met just as he said the word bitch.

>>6702

Jackie was on the other side, doing some jumps to warm up her legs. She was the top track star. Chelsea couldn’t help but admire her beautiful strong legs, which were plain to see as she was wearing typical running shorts. She had ankle socks on and a cute pair of pink running shoes. Andrew was also watching her, still unable to comprehend that he was about to lose his balls.

Madame explained that Andrew had the lowest physical education scores, and since he was a disgrace to himself, his family and the school, it had been determined (with the signed agreement of his mother) that he should lose his balls. Jackie on the other hand was the school’s top athlete. The contrast could not be greater. Jackie’s eyes were on Andrew as she warmed up. How pathetic this fat boy was. He did not deserve balls. And after her hard work, she deserved the pleasure of taking them. She had long thought about that perfect kick – one where she obliterated a boy’s balls in one brutal blow. She shuddered with pleasure. Andrew shuddered in terror.

She crouched down, as if she were starting a 50 meter dash. In truth it was only 25 meters, but it was long enough to give her enough speed and momentum to accomplish her goal – she hoped. The key would be accuracy, which she had practiced ad nauseum on the pathetic boys in her school. In her two years at the school, she had left many a boy writhing on the ground in her wake. Boys doing track and field soon learned to steer clear of her on the track. One of her favourite ways to bust a boy was to wait until they were running opposite one another and then at the last possible second shoot her foot out into his groin, with devastating results. Even when she didn’t do it, she loved watching the boys flinch as they approached her.

BOOM, the gun went and Jackie started her dash. Chelsea’s excitement grew as she watched Jackie speed toward her target, like a lioness pouncing on a gazel. And what a plump prey he was. Andrew began screaming and struggling with his restraints. As he tried to free himself, his fat giggled all over his obese body. Chelsea and Jody laughed, as did the girls around them. It just made him look more pathetic, and deserving of his fate. Laughs turned to yelps and cheers. The whole auditorium (at least the female part of it) worked themselves into a frenzy, and were screaming at the top of their lungs in support of Jackie.

Time seemed to slow down. The crowd’s anticipation grew. Destroying both testicles with one kick would be no easy feat. The right combination of force and accuracy would be needed. If Jackie kicked slightly too much to the left, then she would no doubt crush the left testicle, but the right one would escape. If she kicked too much to the right, Andrew would suffer the agonizing pain of losing his right testicle, but would no doubt be overjoyed to know his left was intact. And the kind of perfection MacCordum demanded of its girls meant that Jackie would not be satisfied with getting the remaining

>>6703

ball on a second kick. She had to get it right the first time.

Ten meters to go. Everyone held their breath. Chelsea was amazed by Jackie’s flawless form. Her strong but elegant legs were the height of femininity. Chelsea felt inspired by her strength and pose.

Andrew, too, was looking at Jackie’s legs at that moment. He had stopped his vain attempt to get free. Outwardly he was sobbing, tears streaming down his face, but he was oblivious to that. He was in a trance, watching those strong feminine legs speed towards him. When the mind is overcome with terror, it is flooded with a heightened sense of awareness. Although those last few meters couldn’t have lasted more than 10 seconds, he took in a lot of details and thoughts during that short period.

It started with her thighs, which were exposed beneath her short blue running shorts that cut off well above the knee in order to give a full range of motion. As one leg moved forward, then the next, he noticed the v-shape her shorts formed around her crotch. A pang of jealousy overcame him. If only he could be so lucky, not to have testicles, then he wouldn’t have to suffer this horrible fate. After all, Jackie would never be able to fathom the agony she was about to deliver on him, and he would never be able to return that pain. This brought his awareness back to his testicles, still intact, but with only seconds left of existence. He felt his balls now as he had never felt them before. An intimate part of his body, his reproductive organ. He could feel the cool air against them as they hang completely exposed to the world, his legs stretched wide.

Jackie was closing in now, so close that his gaze couldn’t help but focus on her bright pink running shoes with the familiar nike swish in neon yellow. These were long, elegant running shoes with spikes on the soles to allow for greater power and speed for short distance running. They truly were a beautiful instrument of destruction.

It was as if alarm bells were now going off in his head as every fibre of his being fought against the impending destruction of his manhood. He let out a loud continuous shriek that caused even Chelsea and Jody, who were in the middle rows, to cover their ears.

This did not distract Jackie one bit. Her focus had remained solid throughout. It was this killer instinct that would get her far in life – she would not let her eye off the ball, or in this case, BALLS.

>>6704

She was now a metre away from Andrew. She stepped her left leg forward, but rather than continue in her sprint, she put her weight down onto that muscular leg, which absorbed the impact of stopping most of her body weight. She arced her right leg back. It reached back as far as it could go, and then began its forward motion. Jackie shifted all of her weight to her right leg. Her entire body contracted as her muscles strived to put every ounce of power she had into her right leg, which was now ascending up towards its target.

Andrew watched her foot come up toward him, and in that last split second, it went out of view, as he couldn’t see over his flabby belly. At that moment, it would be normal for a boy or man to close his eyes and wait for the inevitable, but for whatever reason, Andrew’s eyes looked up and straight at Jackie’s face. What he saw in her face was pure determination. Her eyes were not looking at his, but down at his balls.

And that’s where Jackie continued to look as the top of her pink running shoe made direct impact with Andrew’s nutsack. It was dead on, right in the centre. If a male were lucky enough, in such a situation his balls would move outward and avoid most of the impact, leaving him in a lot of pain, but manhood intact. Andrew was not so lucky. They had tied an elastic around the base of his sack, so that there was nowhere for his poor balls to go.

Jackie’s contracting leg muscles and forward momentum kept her pink shoe continuing upwards. His balls began to flatten between Jackie’s foot and his pubic bone. His legs tried to move upwards to absorb the shock, but they were restrained to the floor. The outcome was as logical as it was brutal.

The soft and tender flesh of Andrew’s most vulnerable body part could not withstand the hard plastic and, underneath that, even tougher bone of Jackie’s foot.

The signal from his testicles’ pain receptors now reached his brain. His eyes shot wide open, as if he were being electrocuted. An unbearable pressure consumed his loins. He could not even scream as he did not have the breath, but his mouth opened and every muscle in his face contracted. It was this face to which Jackie and the entire room now looked.

The pressure intensified against the top of Jackie’s foot as it continued to move upward. And then… as if a water balloon had burst, she felt Andrew’s sack give way. There was one loud POP! Both testicles exploded at the same time.

>>6705

Andrew and Jackie’s eyes were locked in a stare. His face remained frozen, a portrait of terror, like Van Gogh’s Screaming Man. In Jackie’s face, Andrew saw her pursed lips widen into a beautiful, joyous smile. The steely determination in her blue eyes turned to pure joy. Her blond hair flowed behind her. It was as if he were looking upon an Angel. As insane as it was, in that moment Andrew was in love with this girl – his Angel of Destruction.

Of course, his mind had only a moment to contemplate this before reality flooded back into his brain. His body was rocked with convulsions and the whole auditorium listened to the funny noises that he made.

Just then, the silence of the crowd broke. Chelsea let out her breath, she hadn’t realized she had been holding it. “Wohooo” screamed one girl. “Yeeeaaahhh!!” screamed another. Chelsea felt Jody squeeze her hand tightly. She looked to her best friend and smiled. They had just shared a very special moment together. Now they too began yelling, the entire auditorium was in an uproar.

Jackie turned from her victim and faced the crowd. She was glowing. Madame Theriault walked up to her clapping vigorously. The other teachers joined, and soon everyone was clapping. Even the boys clapped out of fear. Most were pale as ghosts as they wondered whether they would be next. More than one threw up on the spot.

The magic of the moment lasted for some time. Eventually, the teachers untied Andrew and put him on a stretcher. Girls were encouraged to come up and assess the damage, although they needed no prodding. Girl after girl delighted in squeezing the mush that was Andrew’s ballsack. Each time they did he squeeled in agony. Chelsea and Jody did it together, laughing as his convulsions caused his fat to giggle. Chelsea soaked in the feeling of what destroyed testicles felt like. She hoped that she would soon be able to do what Jackie did. Maybe I’ll be next! she thought.

Almost on cue, Madame Theriault said “Everyone back to their seats. This show’s not done yet…”

My brother was the blunt of most of my ballbusts back in my early teenage years. I learned early on that a great way to win a play fight or argument with him was to punt him in the nads. I also enjoyed humiliating him by rubbing my stinky feet in his face, and teasing him (especially in front of my girl friends). This was all before I had the knowledge I do now of Foot Fetish and FemDom…but still, I wasn’t completely naïve and I noticed a boner poking through his clothes many times when we'd play fight.

Well, I haven't seen poor Norm in years after our parents split…but I sometimes fantasize about the ways I'd torture, humiliate and dominate him now that I really know what I'm doing…

A Session with my Brother

Part 1

It had been almost five years since I last saw Norm after our parents split up and I was looking forward to catching up with him again. After reuniting via Facebook, he'd agreed to take a trip across the city and come visit me in my new place. I honestly didn't really think about concealing my "alternative lifestyle" for his visit (I mean I didn't have lights and cameras set up when he arrived). However my lack of foresight backfired on me a little when shortly after he arrived when I opened the closet to store his coat and his eyes immediately noticed my impressive fetish footwear collection. "Oh wow! Now those are hooker boots", he playfully pointed out.

He had a point as I could clearing see my Knee High Pleaser Boots, my Pointy-Toed Stilettos, my Indulge Ankle Boots with Buckles, several pumps, peep toes, and wedges, along with my Thigh High's with a Vicious six and a half inch Stiletto heel. "Have you officially become a dominatrix, or what?" He joked as he gave me a playful shove.

I laughed, "You have no idea brother", I playfully shoved him back. "And don't shove me, just because I'm not a teenager anymore doesn't mean I won't kick your balls to your throat." I gave him an evil smile as his face went red in embarrassment and his erection twitched in his pants. Aw, things were just how they use to be.

We headed to the couch, as Norm stayed on this conversation, probably trying to secretly instigate a nut shot as I'd kind of hoped he would. "Well I took some pretty mean kicks from you when we were younger, but I don't think any man could stay standing after a kick with those Thigh High's you had in there!"

"You don't think so?" I teased, and gently and playful open hand slapped his crotch. The slap didn't seem to hurt him too badly, just a surprised "Oh!" as he tried to block but was too late. When my fingers slapped his crotch I could clearly feel his rock hard dick, but I didn't draw attention to the fact that I knew. It was fun to pretend he didn't like it.

"Oh come on Norm, you could take it", I teased.

He laughed nervously as I smiled into his eyes trying to egg him on. He went red again - so cute how I can manipulate him.

He nervously asked, "Well if I survived a kick from those things, what would I get?"

My smile turned to an angry and repulsed look as I shot back, "What do you get? I was your fucking sister! What you want me to suck you off you pervert?"

Norm went bright red, and shook his head, "No-" he stuttered, "that's not what I meant Kel, I meant like dinner!"

I couldn't keep my angry face anymore as I burst out laughing, "I'm just messing with you Norm!” He sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, "Geez, you're so easy to get flustered Normy! I'm not really that sensitive. Of course I'll give you a blow job if you take it!"

>>6819

Again his face went bright red, his expression searched mine trying to read me, but I was a stone as I waited for his response. "Errr- you sure?" he managed to whisper out.

"Oh my god!" I burst out laughing again, "You're so easy to mess with!"

We went out for dinner later that day and returned to my place for the night. I slipped into the bathroom, and as I was in there I heard my phone ringing. My generic answering machine clicked on, and after the beep I heard a man’s voice, "Hi Princess Kelly, this is Slave Chris, I was hoping you were free for a session tonight? I'd even be available for a full shoot if you'd like? Let me know."

I rushed out of the washroom to try to pick up the phone but it was too late. Norm was standing there dumbfounded staring at me with his mouth open.

I strod

"So what do you do in these videos or sessions?" Norm asked as I half listened to him, half listened to the message on my machine.

"Pretty much the things I used to torture you with," I giggled a little as I remembered. "I force the losers to smell or lick my feet. I smother them with my ass," I pressed a button on the phone to save the message, and turned to Norm, "and I kick them in the balls until they puke!" I laughed as his face went red with embarrassment and excitement. "And if you're staying here tonight, that means you just cost me a full session and a video shoot. You just cost me a lot of money Norm, and the chance to really bust some balls tonight." I pouted.

Norm looked worried, and like the little bitch I always knew he was, he immediately apologized and offered to leave.e over to him confidently, put my index and middle finger under his chin and manually closed his mouth as I smiled into his eyes. "Don't act so surprised brother. I LOVE dominating the fuck out of guys, I might as well make money out of it."

He stared at me dumbstruck, with shocked, but non-judgemental eyes. "Wow." a grin began to materialize across his face, "S

"So what do you do in these videos or sessions?" Norm asked as I half listened to him, half listened to the message on my machine.

"Pretty much the things I used to torture you with," I giggled a little as I remembere over to him confidently, put my index and middle finger under his chin and manually closed his mouth as I smiled into his eyes. "Don't act so surprised brother. I LOVE dominating the fuck out of guys, I might as well make money out of it."

He stared at me dumbstruck, with shocked, but non-judgemental eyes. "Wow." a grin began to materialize across his face, "S

"So what do you do in these videos or sessions?" Norm asked as I half listened to him, half listened to the message on my machine.

"Pretty much the things I used to torture you with," I giggled a little as I remembered. "I force the losers to smell or lick my feet. I smother them with my ass," I pressed a button on the phone to save the message, and turned to Norm, "and I kick them ined. "I force the losers to smell or lick my feet. I smother them with my ass," I pressed a button on the phone to save the message, and turned to Norm, "and I kick them in the balls until they puke!" I laughed as his face went red with embarrassment and excitement. "And if you're staying here tonight, that means you just cost me a full session and a video shoot. You just cost me a lot of money Norm, and the chance to really bust some balls tonight." I pouted.

>>6820

Norm looked worried, and like the little bitch I always knew he was, he immediately apologized and offered to leave.o my little sister actually grew up and became a dominatrix?"

I smiled back, kind of relieved that I had someone to share my secret with. I turned my back to him a little as I picked up the phone receiver and re-checked the voice mail. "Something like that" I replied.

"So what do you do in these videos or sessions?" Norm asked as I half listened to him, half listened to the message on my machine.

"Pretty much the things I used to torture you with," I giggled a little as I remembered. "I force the losers to smell or lick my feet. I smother them with my ass," I pressed a button on the phone to save the message, and turned to Norm, "and I kick them in the balls until they puke!" I laughed as his face went red with embarrassment and excitement. "And if you're staying here tonight, that means you just cost me a full session and a video shoot. You just cost me a lot of money Norm, and the chance to really bust some balls tonight." I pouted.

Norm looked worried, and like the little bitch I always knew he was, he immediately apologized and offered to leave.

"No", I replied, still visibly upset as I flunked into a chair. "You drove a long way to come visit your little sister, and I'm not gunna bail on you". I paused before planting my first little seed of manipulation, "It just sucks to lose out on $500 and a shoot". I pouted a little before adding, "and I had a really sexy new outfit to try out too!"

I knew theses idea must have been driving Norm wild with excitement as his wildest fantasies (no doubt) were playing out in his mind. "Kel, I'll give you the $500, I'm sorry to cost you work."

I smiled up at him, grateful for his offer. I stood up gave him a big hug and smiled right into his eyes. In my mind I thought, oh predictable Norm, always jumping to do as his little sister demands, he might always be my best Slave. Then audibly I said, "Oh, thanks so much Norm, you're a life saver!" He opened up his wallet and started counting his $50's and $20's.

"Hey, how about I at least model my new outfit for you?" I offered.

Norm stopped counting bills and tried to read my face, probably guessing I was messing with him again.

"Oh don't be nervous Norm, I'm your sister, we're not actually related! And technically you're not even my brother anymore".

"Ya, I guess", he replied, still tentative.

"Fabulous! You're going to love it!" I grabbed the cash from his hands. "Sit down here", I shoved him into the chair. "I'll be back in a second!"

I strode back into the room 10 minutes later wearing my yummy new black pvc romper. A romper is like underwear with a shirt attached. It fit tightly on my upper body and booty, and showed off my long, pantyhose covered legs. My feet were concealed in a sexy, and vicious pair of stiletto heels. In my hand I carried a camcorder that I started to set up.

Norm was taken aback. Clearly turned on by my outfit he couldn't take his eyes off his sister. "Cameras?" he asked.

"Oh ya", I replied. "No biggy! But I'm pretty much gunna do a session on you, and tape it for my clip store."

"I dunno-" he started to protest as he stood up, but I cut him off with a playful backhand to the crotch which folded him in half as he fell back to the chair. I continued setting up a camera behind him.

"Oh, shut up and take it Norm…it's nothing we haven't done before", I finished angling the camera and pressed the record button as I came around and went face to face, "It's just going to be more intense", I flashed my evil grin as my hand skillfully slipped into his crotch and grabbed hold of his testicles. I felt the familiar orbs in my grasp and I could feel his cock stiffening even more above my hand. He moaned as I slowly squeezed his nuts and smiled into his eyes. "Do you like my outfit Slave Norm?" He was blushing like crazy, still pretending not to like it, even though we both knew his fantasy was coming to life. "I didn't hear an answer", I tightened my grasp. "Do you like my outfit Slave?"

>>6821

"Yes", he replied through the pain. "It's a hot outfit Kel."

"Kel?" I replied, squeezing even harder now. A gurgle escaped his throat as the pain really kicked in. "From now on, you call me Princess Kelly!"

"Ok", he replied.

I stared angrily at him as I crushed his nuts to the max, "Ok - who?" I hinted.

"Ok, Princ-" I squeezed his nuts with all my strength, forcing him to lose his breath mid-sentence.

"Yes, Princess Kelly," I hinted again, "say it!"

"Yes, Prince-" Again I squeezed him hard causing his sentence to be cut short as he folded over in pain and grasped my wrist to try to reduce the pressure.

I could feel his juicy balls being squeezed between my fingers. His erection above was so strong I swear I could feel his pulse as I tilted his chin back up and guided his gaze to mine. "Say, Yes Princess Kelly, or I'm going to crush your little balls right now Slave!" I squeezed again threatening to burst his testicles.

He winced in pain and finally blurted out "Yes, Princess Kelly!"

I smiled broadly as I released his balls and let him hunch over in pain. "Good Slave." I walked around him seductively as I allowed him to recover. "Oh Norm, my perverted brother. I'm finally going to get to do what I always wanted to do to you." I looked him straight in the eyes, I'm going to humiliate you, dominated you, beat the living crap out of you, and then CASTRATE you!" My pussy grew moist at the very thought, and Norm went white.

…To Be Continued…

Kisses and KICKS!

Princess Kelly xoxo

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>>6822

As Norm laid on the ground, curled up in pain, I had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. I walked around him, my stilettos clicking on the ground for intimidation. He still moaned in pain, and was too curled up to notice me. I kicked him in the ribs. “Flat on your back Slave!” Norm ignored me as he cupped his aching nuts. How dare he disobey me, I thought, I gritted my teeth and slammed another hard kick into his side. He squealed in agony. “On your back NOW!” I kicked him a few more times to hear that sexy squeal. After a short moan he managed to steady himself flat on the floor. “Legs open!” I commanded. He struggled, but he obeyed. “Good Slave”, again I walked around him, deliberately stepping heavily on the floor between his legs to make him nervous. More sweat glistened on his forehead. “You have to trust your Princess, I know what’s best for you.” I seductively rubbed my brothers crotch with my foot. I gave him a light love kick, and smiled down at his predicament. I took a step forward and straddled my feet on his sides as I squatted down and sat directly on his chest. I smiled down at him from between my legs and blew a cloud of smoke in his face. He winced as the smoke burned his eyes. “Pants off! Now.” I slapped him again, and stood up, allowing him to wiggle his pants off. He lay below me, in only his tighty whiteys. “You’re so f***ing pathetic, I can’t explain how badly I’ve wanted to really kick your ass over the years”. I positioned myself inbetween his legs, and steadied myself on the counter for more kicks. I took another puff from my cigarette and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes Princess”, he replied.

I smiled down at him a gave him a light kick to the crotch with my sexy pumps. “Ask for another Slave”.

“Please kick me again Princess Kelly”.

I complied, and kicked a little harder. “Ask for more”, I instructed.

“More please Princess”, he said.

Again, I kicked his sack with my instep even hard. Norm moaned in pain. “Every time I kick you, you beg for more!” I demanded. “More please”, Norm said mercifully. I kicked him again. Hard. He moaned and squirmed, then eventually asked “More please”. I slammed my instep into him again, almost full forced. He cried out a little. “More please”. I placed my cigarette in the dish, and slammed another kick into his swollen balls.

“Beg faster Slave!”

“More please”, Kick! “More please”, Kick! “More please”, KICK! “More please”, KICK! KICK! KICK! He screamed in agony, twisted and sat up, his body was resisting knowing that his testicles couldn’t take much more. Mercifully he could barely stammer out, “Moo-re please”, but he was so twisted in pain I no longer had a clear kick. I grabbed my cigarette and blew one more cloud of smoke in his already tearing eyes. I stood up straight, placed my foot on his chest, and stomped him back down to the floor. I placed the cigarette back into the dish, and steadied myself on the counter as I rubbed his aching groin seductively with my instep. Occasionally I would tease I kick, making him hold his breath, before resuming the seductive rub. I slid my shoe up his chest and held it to his face. “Kiss my shoe!” Norm leaned up, now recovering, and kissed my shoe. “Good Slave”, I steadied myself on the counter, wound my leg way back, and swung it into his groin with all the force I could muster! The “Smack” echoed through the house, and his scream was fabulous! His body probably slid along the floor a few inches as my instep drove deep into his balls. I could feel a crunch in his crotch, instantly followed by a tingle in my own as my lady parts grew wet. Norm convulsed uncontrollably as he moaned in pain. I was pretty sure I just crushed some blood vessles…a ruptured testicle produces a much more satisfying CRUNCH, and a far higher pitched scream. LMAO! I sat down and crossed my legs, trying to control my excitment, and stretch this session out. Norm cried in a ball on the floor, desperately massaging his nuts. “You have no idea how badly I’m going to mess you up tonite!”

…To be continued

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>>7200

thank goodness. May this thread live forever, and more content like it keep coming.

>>1960

Honestly the best story I've ever read, a shame there's not many more like this.

>>1889

Elijah was an accountant of an small legal firm on the outskirts of Tottenham, London. He was 80 years old and had started work as an apprentice at the age of 15.

Often he worked late into the night and by the time he left the offices, it was dark outside, the streets illuminated sparsely by flickering lamps. To get to his house, he often took a shortcut through a nearby park.

He had heard in passing that there was a reduction in police presence but he paid this no heed. After all, Elijah was not one for gossip.

One day, he was in the office until midnight completing forms for a detailed and complex dispute between a charity and a local council.

On a bridge on the park, he heard a rustling.

"W.. Who is there", Elijah stammered holding his walking stick in front of him.

Three figures emerged from behind a hedge and emerged into the flickering light and he could hear four more sets of footsteps behind him.

There were reports in a local paper of a girl gang of Asian descent in the area who patrolled the streets at night and he swallowed instinctively.

"What do you…" Elijah began before a hand covered his mouth and a stocking was pulled over his head and he felt himself being dragged into the back of a van,

"I haven't washed that in ages", a taunting voice whispered in his ear.

The van drove for what felt like an eternity before stopping abruptly.

>>10435

Hands pulled at his belt buckle and trousers and he suddenly felt vulnerable. He tried to scream but a hand was held firmly over his mouth and his head was held in place by thick, bare thighs.

He tried to move his arms but he found that they were tied behind his back. After much tugging, his trousers were finally removed.

"Fatima, Nadia, get his legs", a harsh voice intoned and strong arms held his legs open.

The sensation of his leg brushing against the breast of one gave him an uncomfortable reaction. The girls giggled including the one who held his head. One of them took the sock fro his head and he could only stare as a ridged needle was pushed through the delicate skin of his member followed by another and another until he saw what looked like a penile hedgehog between his legs.

Elijah ejaculated and quivered as the needles were removed.

"Why are you doing this to me?", Elijah asked, blushing as he saw that all of them were now completely naked.

"Because we can", the one at his head smiled. She whispered something to one of them, a plump girl he had heard called Samyah, who retrieved a funnel from the van and roughly forced it into his mouth.

"Hold still," Samyah instructed and Elijah could only comply. "Hanan, you first".

"Why thank you", the girl at his head smiled before stroking the back of her throat with her fingers. Elijah felt her ample paunch rub against his forehead as she wretched, her gag reflex stimulated and before long a deluge of partially digested food descended into the funnel and into his mouth.

"Mmmmmppphh!" Elijah protested and shook his head.

Hanan held his nose between her thumb and forefinger and tilted his head back. "Swallow"

Elijah did just that. The slimy remnants of lettuce, seeds and partially digested bread descending down his throat.

Before he could recover his vision was filled with Samyah's posterior as she began to pee. The acrid taste filling his mouth. He coughed and sputtered but this time, there was no resistance.

The girl called Nadia spat, deliberately missing the funnel on the first attempt and hitting his forehead. Fatima laughed and 'corrected her' by spitting directly down into the funnel with such force that Eljah nearly choked.

"This game is getting boring, let's try something else" a skinny girl said.

Elijah was then tied spreadeagled on the ground, completely naked and blindfolded as remote control car with an ovipositor dildo was piloted by each girl in turn. By the time they were finished, Elijah had ejaculated and laid a clutch of 24 shit covered silicone eggs.

>>10436

The skinny girl then whispered in his ear. "It's not fair that you get all the fun, now it's your turn to serve us".

"You are right Nizam", a rotund dwarf nodded sagely before untying the ropes. Elijah did not move, exhausted from his earlier exertions.

"Get up old man," the dwarf snarled, applying pressure to his fingers with her feet. Elijah attempted to rise and managed to get to his hands and knees when the dwarf mounted his back in one swift leap and pulled his hair. "You're my donkey now"

Understanding his position, Elijah started to make donkey noises and crawl.

"Faster!", the dwarf urged excitedly. "Faster!"

When it was apparent that Elijah had reached his limit, the dwarf smiled and went to the van and fixed a strap on. She took care to stand directly in front of Elijah so he could take in the sight of the eight inch ridged rubber phallus.

"A carrot for the donkey…" Elijah murmured, his lip quivering with a combination of dear and anticipation. The dwarf nodded and thrust it into his mouth in an increasingly violent rhythm. before withdrawing. "Obaida, your turn"

The dwarf left and he was left staring at a pair of legs. He looked up to see a 7 foot tall SSBBW staring down at him. Legs as thick as his wist enveloped him like the tendrils of a cuttlefish around a minnow or the coils of a serpent around a deer.

They tightened around his waist until he could barely breathe before relenting and Elijah reached that space of semi consciousness.

He was dimly aware of being her soft belly beneath his head. and the sensation of this shifting as she shifted his position. Moving him onto his front and pushing his head lower. until his nose touched something soft. Hair?

The vice of flesh tightened about his head and he felt the surface beneath his nose rapidly moisten as his head was rubbed against it by with increasing vigour. Elijah stayed there, his head buried in that place for what seemed like an eternity and his eyes flickered.

Obidah then called another over, a girl called Yalina who looked to be in her mid 20's. Plain but not unattractive. She smiled sweetly at him and he was just about to smile back before she kicked him in the groin.

>>10437

Elijah squealed as Yalina twisted his penis violently. "Do you like this?"

Elijah, aware of his vulnerability, nodded and Yalina smiled again before stroking it against her teeth. Elijah's eyes widened as Yalina bit down gently at first but progressively harder, clenching his balls in her fist. When the pressure relented, he sighed in relief.

Perhaps a little too relieved as Yalina squeezed his mouth open, spat his piss and cum into his mouth before kneeing him in the groin a number of times.

The others take it in turns to toy with him.

Soon every other consideration of his life melts away until only servitude remains.

Excerpt from "2003 ballbusting championships"

A girl, who looked about fourteen, ran out of the crowd and onto the floor. Brooke’s voice was heard as the camera followed the trespasser, “Think she wants to join in? I’ve thought about running in there and ripping into a few sacks myself several times.” Both Brooke and Rebecca laughed in approval.

“Wait, there is more activity.” The camera panned from the girl to show a much larger boy running onto the floor as well. He appeared to be limping slightly; he had one hand on his crotch and was chasing the girl as fast as he could. Both ran past the women dressed in black before they could be grabbed and were quickly in the midst of the men and their tormentors.

The girl suddenly stopped, as if unsure where she was or scared by the sights around her. She was not looking as the boy ran up behind her, tackling her, pinning her to the ground. The celebrity women had all stopped their assaults to wait for security to clear the field. “Hey!” Tia Carrere screamed out at the boys handling of the small girl. She was only twenty feet or so from the two and ran over, shoving the boy off when she arrived.

Tia then reached down and helped the girl, who was almost in tears, to her feet, “You okay sweety?” The boy scrambled to his feet as well, but before he could take a step toward the Hawaiian beauty and girl, he was grabbed from behind. Looking to his right and left, he saw two women who he immediately recognized as Tiffani Thiessen and Courtney Cox.

Each grabbed him by the wrist and wrapped their other arm under and up around his upper arm, trying to pin them in place. He immediately began struggling to break free. He was young but still was several inches taller than even Tia. He most likely could have overpowered either girl one on one, but they had him from behind and each twisted his arms harshly behind his back.

Tia, after waiting to be sure Tiffani and Courtney had the boy under control, turned her attention to the girl. She took a microphone from a nearby judge and, speaking into it to broadcast to the crowd and the home audience, “What’s going on here? What happened darlin?” Her voice boomed through the speakers located in the arena so the spectators could hear every word. “Hey leggo of me! She started it! She punched me between my legs. The little bitch!” the young man screamed out.

“Quiet, I’m not talking to you boy!” Tia screamed at him. Her voice was made much more terrifying by the fact that it boomed thru the entire coliseum. The girls holding the boy pulled his arms to quiet him.

“What’s your name?” “K-katie,” the small girl who was obviously scared said. The microphone picked up her quiet voice as well. “Don’t be scared darlin, you’re not in trouble.” The girl seemed relived at the words. “How old are you?” “Almost fifteen,” she answered. She was petite with strawberry blonde hair and freckles. She wore shorts and a pink t-shirt. “And who’s that?” Tia asked, indicating the young man. “My brother, Eddie. He’s seventeen.” Eddie was tall but lanky and thin. He wore a t-shirt with a rock band logo and blue jeans. “He seems mean.”

“He is,” Katie answered and made a face at her brother. “Is what he said true? Did you punch him?” Tia couldn’t conceal her smile. “Yeah,” the girl seemed embarrassed and looked down at her shoes. “Where did you punch him?” “In his balls.”

“Really!” Tia said with false shock and surprise, “Bet he didn’t like that, did he?” Katie began to smile slightly, “No, he didn’t, that’s why he was chasing me.”

“Wow, you know what that means, right?” Tia asked the small girl. “No, what?” she replied slightly scared, still thinking she was in trouble. “That makes you a ball buster.”

The crowd, which had been quiet, roared in approval. Tia stood up, took Katie by the hand and led her towards her brother. “You want to get back at him?” Tia asked her small companion, who nodded eagerly, beginning to realize what was going to happen. Eddie too, realized the danger and began screaming for them to let him go. “Shut-up stupid!” Katie yelled at him and kicked him as hard as she could between his legs. Her brother’s screams of anger turned into screams of intense pain as the agony shot up from his nuts when his sister’s small foot slammed into his balls.

Katie jumped up and down in glee at what she had done and the crowd applauded and roared loudly. “Cool,” she said, grinning widely. “Well, don’t stop there,” Tia encouraged her and was quickly followed by the others, Courtney, Christina, Alyssa, and all the others agreed her brother deserved more punishment. Tiffani and Courtney each slid a foot behind his ankles and pulled them wide.

Katie began kicking him over and over, square in his nuts. Eddie’s face was contorted in a grimace. At first he just grunted with each kick, as his sister was not that strong. But as the number of blows added up, the pain grew unbearable, “Stop, please, my nuts, don’t Katie! Ahhhhhhh! I love you. You don’t want to do this. Please stop. I’m your brother.”

“This is for my Barbie that you burned…” and she kicked his balls. “And this is for my birthday party you messed up…” Another foot slammed his crotch. “And this is for my puppy that you shot with your bb gun…” even more kicks were landed. The crowd had begun to count along with the kicks, “five, six, seven…twelve, thirteen…twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…sixty-five, sixty-six…” and so on. “And this is for leering at my friends when they sleep over…”

The screen was split and suddenly Rebecca could be seen, along with the small girl torturing her brother. “I’m here in the stands with the mother of the girl and boy you’ve been watching.” The camera pulled back slightly and showed a woman in her mid-forties. “What are your thoughts at this point, ma’am?”

“Oh, I’m all for it, Eddie has been a terror for years and he needs to be disciplined. He can be really mean to his sister and I’ve been hoping Katie would stand up for herself.”

“There you have it; even his own mother wants his nuts smashed; that’s harsh! Back to the action,” and the picture changed back to the floor shot. As it did, the mother of the two children could be heard saying, “Wait, I don’t want his nuts smashed…” but was cut off as the camera shot changed.

Eddie was screaming in terror and pain as his balls were pummeled. Katie had kicked him well over seventy-five times. Tears flowed freely down his face and his high-pitched cries were picked up by the microphones and broadcast to the cheering crowd.

Katie stepped back panting, her small body tired from the effort. “Wasn’t that good everybody?” Tia asked the crowd, prompting them to give the girl words of encouragement. Tia led the crowd in a round of applause. “You should be so proud. I don’t think your brother will ever bother you again.” Eddie shook his head side to side in agreement.

“But now, Katie you have a decision to make.” Tia walked up to Eddie and unzipped his pants. “No more, please don’t,” he begged.

“Come here Katie.” Tia took her little hand and placed it in her brother’s pants and Katie wrapped her small fingers around his nuts. “The decision you have to make is whether to pop your brother. I’m going to let you decide. What do you want to do?”

The small girl looked unsure, but the crowd had no doubts and made the fact that they wanted the teenage boy to suffer well known. Obviously influenced by the crowd, Katie spoke up, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Great. Now pick one of his balls and grab it in your hand.”

“Don’t Katie, please!” But his sister ignored his pleas as she followed Tia’s instructions.

“Now squeeze as hard as you can.”

Katie set herself, staring at her target. She began squeezing his right testicle. Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs. He couldn’t believe the pain his tiny little sister was creating in him. “Stop, Oh God!”

Katie kept up the pressure though. She could feel his ball in her hand. “Katie, use your fingertips. Dig them into the nut.” Katie followed the advice Tia gave her and dug the tips of her fingers into her brother’s ball. He yelled at new levels as the new agony hit him.

Katie was squeezing as hard as she could but after several minutes she had been unable to pop him. “Now, Katie I want you to use both hands. Put his nut between your palms and flatten it.”

Katie did as she was told, compressing his ball with both her hands. Eddie’s screams continued and his body started to shake. He could feel his nut being crushed. He could tell it was about to pop. “Please, someone help me! Make her stop!” he begged the crowd to prevent his violation. Tia held her microphone near his nutsack and the entire audience heard a tiny ‘POP’ through the speakers. This was quickly followed by an “Aaaiiiiieeeee!!!” from Eddie and his body began to shake uncontrollably. He was flailing so violently that the women holding him had to let him go. He fell to the ground and curled up, holding his groin and crying.

“I want to do the other one!” Katie screamed. The crowd roared with approval, happy to see the bloodlust of the tiny girl. Tia knelt down, “Well, I want to too, but I got a better idea. Why don’t we let him keep that last one and whenever he doesn’t do something you want him to or he gets on his nerves, you just threaten to take his last little bit of manhood. I’ll bet he’ll straighten right up. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Yeah!” Katie hugged Tia, as Eddie was drug away still convulsing. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Katie. See ya.”

Chloe was beaming with excitement. "Let's burn daddy's first!" she said.

Mom got a butane lighter from the kitchen cabinet and handed it to Chloe. Chloe reached out with one hand and pinched the head of daddy's cock, pulling it toward her and stretching it to about twice its previous length. She held the lighter underneath daddy's shaft. "Look me in the eye," she said to daddy.

"How does it feel, daddy?" she asked, staring him down with a smug little smile. "How does it make you feel to know that your daughter is about to light your peener on fire, just for fun?"

"It's… it's an honor," he stammered. "I would give anything to please my little girl."

At that, Chloe flicked the lighter on and a tall, blue flame shot up to dad's shaft. She moved the lighter higher so that the flame circled his penis on both sides, thin white smoke drifting off of his smoldering skin. She moved the lighter back and forth, so that the flame ran up and down the underside of his shaft, leaving a thick trail of blistered red burn marks. In some places, his skin started to bubble.

Chloe laughed. "I can hear it sizzle!" she said to Mommy.

"Ooh, you're right," said Mommy. "I can smell it burning, too!"

Chloe continued to bathe our father's shaft and cock head in hot flames for a minute or two as he whimpered in pain.

"Shhh, shhh," she said gently. "Try not to make any noise."

Dad remained quiet for a moment, but couldn't refrain from yelping in pain as Chloe moved the lighter up to scorch the head of his cock. She let go of the lighter and stood up. "I said be quiet," she told him. "You disobeyed me, daddy."

Then, she made a fist with her right hand, cocked it back, and punched daddy in the face as hard as she could. He started to tear up, and his lip began to swell.

"Wow!" said Mommy, clearly impressed. "Way to go, Chloe! I didn't know my baby girl could punch like that." She turned to dad. "Thank your daughter for punching you in the face," she said.

"Thank you," dad mumbled through his swollen lip. As he opened his mouth, we could see that his front tooth had fallen out and was sitting on his tongue.

"Oops!" said Chloe, still grinning. "Looks like Daddy's gonna need to go to the dentist tomorrow!"

"Don't be sillly," said Mommy. "We cancelled Daddy's dental insurance years ago. That tooth is gone for good!"

Dad was doubled over, sobbing, his cock covered in swollen red bumps and blisters.

"I hurt you pretty bad, huh daddy?" Chloe said in her soft, precious little voice, feigning sympathy.

"Yes Dear," said daddy.

"Well daddy, if we can't put that tooth back in your mouth, I think I know a good place to put it," Chloe said, holding out her hand. "Gimme your tooth, daddy."

Daddy placed his broken incisor in Chloe's palm. Chloe cleared her throat and spat some thick, phlegmy spit onto it. Then, she put a couple fingers on the tip of daddy's blistered glans and spread open his pee hole. With her free hand, she stuck the slimy tooth in daddy's piss slit, then pushed it all the way down his urethra with her pinky.

"Someone's going to have a hard time going pee pee later," Chloe said, giggling. She punched daddy a few times in his freshly disfigured cock, then walked over to me.

"Your turn, Steven! Go turn on the stove," she said to me. I did as she asked.

"Now, it's gonna take a few minutes to get hot," Chloe continued. "What do you think we should do while we wait, Mommy?"

"Why don't you smash your brother's privates for a little while, sweetheart," said Mommy. "That way they'll be nice and tender when it's time to cook them. I'll take care of daddy."

"Ooh, goodie!" said Chloe, skipping over to the counter where I was standing. "Open your legs, Steven! Sis is gonna mash your potatoes!"

I leaned back against the counter and spread my thighs apart. Chloe stared up at me, a sweet, innocent look on her face. She had big, blue eyes and a soft face with perfect, porcelain skin. She looked beautiful. I could not put into words how much I adored her, how sexy she was to me, how ready I was to let her ruin my cock and balls for her amusement. It was the ultimate act of love; the closest I would ever come to real sex.

"They're all yours, Chloe," I said, my voice shaking with the thrill of sweet surrender. "Smash away."

At that, she bent her leg and swung her smooth, skinny little knee into my nuts full force. I felt an overwhelming pain throbbing in my balls and shooting up the center of my body. I was surprised at her strength.

"Do you like that, Stevie baby?" Chloe taunted me. "Do you like it when Sis knees you in your itty-bitty balls?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Do you want me to do it again, big brother?"

"Yes, please," I gulped, bracing myself for another hit. She kneed me again in the same spot, crushing my balls up against my stomach. I started to slide down to the ground, but she grabbed me by my arms and held me up, kneeing my tiny little orbs a third time, then a fourth. She kneed me over and over again, as hard as she could. I began to cry from the pain, which only spurred her to keep going. She kneed me about 50 times before finally stopping to catch her breath.

She reached out and felt my balls, which were swollen and badly bruised. The cluster of chords connected to my right nut, which was normally invisible, showed through my sack in grotesque detail. It was stained a deep, blackish blue. Chloe looked happy.

"I think I broke a blood vessel, Mommy!" She called out with pride. "Stevie's bleeding inside his sack!"

"That's my girl!" said Mommy. She was kneeling over dad's body, shaking salt out of a salt shaker and rubbing it into the open blisters on his cock.

Chloe looked over at the coiled stovetop, which was glowing bright orange. "I think it's ready!" she said, her big eyes bright with anticipation.

I limped over to the stove and stuck my hips out a little bit, presenting my bruised and swollen privates to my little sister.

"They're all yours, Sis," I said to Chloe, shaking with a combination of excitement and pain. "Burn them to your heart's content."

"Wait just a second, dear," Mom said to Chloe. "I want your father to watch."

Mom lifted daddy up off the ground and walked him over to where we were standing. Daddy was crying uncontrollably, his cock bright red, blisters throbbing and oozing worse than ever.

"Aww, who's a little cry baby?" Mommy cooed, caressing dad's small, damaged member with her fingers. Beneath all the blisters, dad's cock was starting to grow. She turned to Chloe. "Go ahead, darling."

With that, Chloe pinched my flaccid boy part between her skinny little thumb and index finger and held it over the glowing coil. She looked me in the eyes.

"Do you want Sis to cook your sausage?" she asked, a big, childish grin on her face.

"Yes, Princess" I said.

"Ok, then," she said in a chipper voice. "One, two, three!"

On three, she put my cock down on the hot stove and pressed it flat. It began to smoke and sizzle loudly. I was in agony. An intense, stinging sensation spread through my cock and up into my stomach. I started to scream.

"Shhh, quiet Stevie. I wanna hear your weenie burning," she said. "You saw what I did to Daddy when he couldn't keep quiet, right?"

I nodded, struggling to suppress my yelps of pain.

She pressed harder on my burning member, and I wondered if she wasn't trying to force me into making a noise. We sat there in silence, listening to the sound of my cock frying on the stove. Chloe and Mom had big grins on their faces. Dad wore a somber expression, but I could tell that he was getting turned on by the sight of his daughter burning his son's penis. He was fully erect.

After a minute or so, Chloe took my cock off the stove and inspected the damage. More than half of the skin on my cock had been burned off, and what was left was scarred, blistered, and oozing. Then my sister kneeled down in front me and held my cock in one hand. It stung horribly to the touch.

"Now that it's done cooking, it's time to taste it!" Chloe said. "This is the closest you're ever gonna get to a blowjob, Stevie."

My sister opened her mouth, put my scorched penis inside, and bit down as hard as she could. The pain caught me by surprise, but I managed not to scream.

"Good boy," she said, letting my tortured manhood go from between her teeth. "You took that like a champ."

"Thank you," I said. Despite the crippling pain, I was experiencing a thrill greater than anything I had ever felt before. The humiliation of being destroyed by my little sister was like a drug to me, and I wanted more.

"You can still hit me if you want," I blurted out, barely thinking about what I was saying. "In the face, like you hit daddy."

Chloe giggled. "Really? Oh, you're the best, big brother! I love you so much." And then, that warm, childish grin still on her face, she cocked her fist back and punched me several times in the face.

"Thank you, Sister," I mumbled when she was finished. My face felt funny.

Mom looked at me and laughed. "I think you broke his nose, sweetheart," she said to Chloe.

"Oops!" Chloe said, shrugging her shoulders. "It's really his fault, anyway," she said. "He told me I could. Isn't that right, big brother?"

"Yes, Princess."

"You know I'm going to tell everyone at school how you broke your nose," Chloe said. "They're gonna think you're really weird! I mean, what kind of boy lets his little sister punch him in the face?"

"Not to mention fry his privates on a hot stove!" Mom chimed in.

"I'll be sure to tell them about that, too," said Chloe. "I bet some of the girls would love to see what a boy's peener looks like after it's been cooked like a piece of meat!" I started to blush.

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"Hey everyone!" said Jackie as she and her brother took the stage at the talent show. "For our performance, Robert is gonna read a special poem, and I'm gonna act it out– kind of like a play! Are you ready, Robert?" Robert nodded as he kneeled down in front of his sister and began reciting his lines.

"Jackie, Jackie, perfect Jackie

Hit my eyes til they turn black-ie!"

Jackie hit her brother in the eyes, first with her fists, then with her elbows, until he fell to the ground. She smiled and waved to the crowd as they applauded.

Robert got back up on his knees and faced his sister. His eyes were black and blue swollen and almost swollen shut.

"Jackie, Jackie you're my queen, please set fire to my peen!"

Jackie jerked down her brother's pants and underwear to reveal his flaccid penis, which was no more than an inch long. The crowd laughed. She pulled a butane lighter from her bag, and lit it directly under her brother's cock. Robert struggled not to scream as the flame engulfed his manhood. After about a minute, when most of the skin had been burned away, Jackie turned the lighter off. She pinched her brother's skinless dick and held it up for the audience. In the front row, she saw their mother recording their performance while their father sat beside her, crying.

Robert sat down on the floor and spread his legs.

"Jackie, Jackie, perfect Jackie

Take away what's in my sack-ie!"

Jackie pulled out a knife and slit open her brother's scrotum. She grabbed his exposed testicles and pulled them out as far as she could, so that the chords connecting them to his body were nice and tight. Then she cut both the chords. She held out her hand to show her brother's severed, bloody nuts to the cheering crowd. Robert opened his mouth. She shoved his nuts down his throat, one at a time. He choked them down, then dutifully started his next verse.

"Jackie, Jackie you're so cute,

Knock my teeth out with your boot!"

Jackie cocked back her skinny little leg and swung the toe of her boot straight into her brother's front teeth- once, twice, three times, as hard as she could. Then grabbed his chin and turned his head so that he was facing the crowd. Robert smiled, revealing two missing teeth.

"Jackie, Jackie, perfect Jackie

Give my skull a little crack-ie!"

Jackie pulled out a hammer and began beating her brother's head in. She broke his nose, dislodged his jaw, and then turned the hammer around and hacked away at his temple with the sharp metal prongs until a huge gash opened up, exposing a chunk of his brain.

Robert struggled to remain conscious as a looked up at his sister and delivered one last verse:

"Jackie, Jackie you're the best.

Put a bullet in my chest!"

Jackie pulled out a pistol and shot her brother twice in the heart. The crowd broke into a standing ovation.

As the applause roared on, Jackie pointed the gun into the front row of the crowd and shot four more boys in the head: her Math teacher Mr. Jenkins, two of her classmates, and finally, her father. She grinned and took a bow. She was sure to win this year's talent show!

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