A Mom Takes Control!

 

Laura was catching up with all her cousins at the family holiday. She hadn't seen a couple of them in years but when they were younger all of them were inseparable.
They were laughing about old times and memories that most had forgotten when the fun mood was suddenly cut short.
Off in the distance of the yard, owned by Laura's uncle, she saw the vague shape of her son, Ben, had pushed over a girl and flung mud onto her!
Laura stood up and went over to scold her son.
The girl's mother was understandably angry at Ben. Laura promised she would punish the boy thoroughly.

It wasn't the first time that day that Ben had acted out and members of her family were starting to stare at her.
The type of stare that said
You can't control your own kid.
And
You're a bad parent.
Barely able to control her anger while in public she grabbed Ben and excused herself and her son and left the party early.

***

The car ride was awkward for Ben. He knew what he did was wrong but he didn't feel like his mom's reactions were very fair and she had been very rough with him when she grabbed him.
The ten year old was shocked when the got home how harshly his mom yanked him into her room.
Laura wasn't a particularly big woman, barely 5'5 but she was still quite a bit bigger than her son. She had a pale complexion and long dark raven hair and a heavy set chest.
She had all the features of a classical beauty.
Her son had much of her looks, especially his shaggy black hair and blue eyes.
She pulled off her son's shirt and then yanked down his pants and underwear all in one pull.
"M-mom!" the boy started to complain.
"No complaining Benjamin! You were horribly behaved in front of everyone today!"
She grabbed him and bent him over her knee, his bare ass up in the air.
"I can't believe you would act that way, do you know how bad that reflects on me?"
"W-whatever!" Said the boy.
And with that answer the boy earned himself a swat on the ass!
It stung a little bit but Ben was determined to act the tough guy.
A few more increasingly made his rear turn a bright red but he refused to give into him mothers punishment.
Laura was completely exasperated and was near to tears and in frustration her mind went into a semi-haze.
Her body acted out without her knowing about it, in her desperation to get her son to submit to the pain of the punishment her hand slapped were she knew all boys were sensitive!
*THWAP!*
Like a whip crack her hand smacked into her son's sensitive little boy nads!
And for the first time that day, Laura heard her son squeal out in pain!
His voice strained hard and went up a single octave as wave pain flooded into his groin!
She curled feel him try and curl up against her but her leg prevented him from doing so.
Suddenly the mother felt a new rush of confidence, "Well young man you ought to straighten out if you don't want your ballies slapped!"
Laura could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth but they just seemed to flow out of her.
*SNAP!*
Again a sharp hit to the Ben's balls caused them to jiggle up and down and the boy to howl out in pain.
Laura was beginning to enjoy watching her son's nuts bounce around in pain.
Of course she knew how bad boys testes would hurt them if they got hit but she had never considered using it for discipline.
But now she didn't know why she didn't think of it sooner!
"Are you sorry now Benjamin?"
"N-no!" He mewled
His mother shrugged her shoulders a moment and then smacked his dangling little plums hard again!
*THWACK!*
This time the boy's voice got even higher and his legs kicked about in some desperate attempt to soothe the pain!
"Now young man, your balls are going to get smacked around until you apologize!"
The boy was huffing and puffing, with each second that passed the swelling in his nethers only seemed to get more painful!
Laura couldn't believe just how much she was starting to enjoy getting her son to behave all by using his poor little jewels!
*THWAM!*
Another ear-splitting slap echoed through the room as once again Laura's open hand slammed into her son's delicate orbs!
Ben was coughing from the pain now, tears stinging at his eyes.
She stood the boy up and he was wobbly on his feet,
"Benjamin are you ready to apologize? This won't go away until I hear you apologize and mean it."
"I-it's not fair," Said Ben through sniffles.
"Now Ben I don't want any crying! You know what you did. Besides I am the head of this house, what I do with the balls that live under my roof is my prerogative!"
The boy didn't respond her except with more sniffles and to shake his head.
That was all Laura needed for an answer.
She stood up and looked down at him for a second.
The boy looked up confused at his mom for a moment.
*SNAP!*
Laura's shin came up and connected with her son's completely vulnerable and unprotected pearls!
"Aughhhhhhhh" Came the groan from the small boy as he fell onto his back, clutching at his groin.
The pain flared up and radiated around and down into his legs and up into his stomach.
She knew she should have felt bad looking down at her son rolling on the ground in testicular agony but instead Laura only felt power.
The mom went to inspect her son now on the ground and one of his legs flew up and smacked against her crotch.
The boy let out a cry of surprise when instead of a pained groan his mother just laughed at him.
"Sorry Benny but mommy doesn't have those sensitive balls like you. Mommy's a girl."
Laura slipped off her panties from under her cool summer dress flashed her slit to her son.
"See? Smooth!" She giggled and then looked at Ben sternly. "Stand."
The boy shakily got to his feet now trying to avoid anymore sort of punishment.
"Are you sorry?"
"Y-yes mommy I'm sorry." Said Benjamin looking down at the floor sheepishly.
"Good boy."
Just when the boy thought he was off the hook his mother seized his half-scrambled eggs in one hand and looked him in the eye.
"Now who is in charge around here?"
As Laura said this she couldn't help but slip her other hand under her dress and tease her soaked vag.
"Y-you mommy."
"And who has the vulnerable little boy bits?"
"M-me."
The mom couldn't help but make tracing circles around her clit, the pleasure

building in between her thighs.
"And who owns these little boy balls?" Said Laura, rolling his aching nads around in her grip.
"M-me?"
"Wrong." Said Laura in cold tone.
She started to squeeze the boys orbs and they squirmed around in her grip!
Ben's legs started to shake and he hopped up and down trying to free his jewels.
All the while a slight wet slapping sound could be heard as Laura's finger pumped in and out of her
"O-okay! You own my balls!"
"What was that?" Said Laura moving her ear towards him, "I want to hear it again."
Her pressure increased just a bit more but Ben thought he would faint as it felt like his nuts were in a vice!
"MOMMY OWNS MY BALLS!" Shrieked the boy as the pain began to crescendo.
As the boy's voice reached new octaves the warmth of ecstasy flooded over Laura as her mind was wracked with the pleasure of a full body orgasm.
"Good." She half growled, teeth still clenched from the leg-shaking orgasm she just had.
With that she released her grip and let her son's nads breathe.
The boy practically collapsed and flinched as his mother's hand reached out for him again. He couldn't handle anymore pain to his testes, they were already swollen and a light purple and now hung almost halfway down his thighs!
Instead all she did was give his little weenie a playful tug,
"Come on, you're going to your room and going to think about what you did and about what happened today. And I don't want any more lip from you for the rest of the week!"

***

The following year everyone in the family couldn't believe how well behaved Benjamin had become! He was a model kid! Though some did say it was kind of funny how sometimes when they saw him he would walk a little funny or talk in a high voice!

Rowdy In A Tavern

 

The night was a still one, crisp autumn air blew in every so often with the opening of the front door.
The Unbridled Mare Inn was by no means buzzing with patrons but a few souls stayed up into the late hours of the night.
The place was all together not very well illuminated, the gentle fire in the hearth cast creeping shadows across the room.
Most figures kept their hoods up and nursed on their drinks.
Working the bar was a dwarven woman, who needed the assistance of a stool just to see above counter.
She had fiery-red mane that laid frizzly around her face.
On her round face was many freckles and a pair of large sky-blue eyes that shone bright as gemstones.
But the thing most people noticed about the server, whose name was Tíra, was her ample figure.
She had all the curves commonplace among dwarven women and then some.
Her wide hips created a natural sway in her walk and her heavy bosom bounced with every movement.
Until that night it had never been a problem, patrons had kept their hands to themselves and then been on their way.
And then one customer strode in.
A mountain of a creature, needing to duck under the frame of the front entrance.
His skin was a deep grey, and his eyes were pupiless and unnerving pale.
Despite the chill of the time and season he wore little save a loincloth and was bald save for a pony-tail of black hair.
When he finally lumbered his way over the bar, Tíra realized the man towered almost three feet taller than her.
A goliath.
She had heard of his kind before, but never actually seen one, supposedly they were mountain dwelling people not unlike her own.
All the eyes of the bar were transfixed on the pillar of a man.
At first Tíra thought the goliath might not realize the attention he was bringing to himself and then suddenly he turned to face the rest of the patrons.
When he spoke his voice was a deep rich baritone that sounded like the movement of stones,
"Anyone have something they need to say to me?" He had effortless authority to his tone.
It seems he was regarded for a moment before every other member resumed their solemn drinking.
This brought a smug chuckle from the goliath as he turned back around to face Tíra.
"Serving-wench, I have need for a drink and make it strong."
Tíra couldn't help but raise a brow at being called "wench" but buried the feelings at the moment and gave the patron a curt nod.
When she returned she gave the giant a mug she needed both hands to carry yet the man across could cover the thing with all of his fingers of just one hand.
The content inside was a dark, brown, dwarf whiskey.
Dragon's Smog, as it was known to her people.
"You might want to go sl-"
"I'm sure I'll be fine small one," Interjected the goliath as he helped himself to steep pulls of the mug.
As he was in his cup she shot him a rage-filled glare at the comment towards her height.
The grey-skinned giant helped himself to two mugs of the stout whiskey, more than enough to put eight grown men on the floor.
Slowly he began to sway in his seat and become louder than before.
His boisterous behavior was enough to send almost every other patron towards their rooms for the quiet they so desired.
Tíra was gathering plates and mugs from empty tables when the incident occurred.
She was walked back towards the bar and at the same time the goliath leaned down in his chair and with his hand swatted at the dwarf's sizable rear.
The force from the swat and the shock at what happened nearly made the red-head trip over her own feet and go sprawling to the floor.
Luckily the sure-footedness of her race let her find her balance.
Instantly she turned around to confront the goliath and found him smilingly stupidly down at her.
When he leaned down she could smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath,
"Say rooms are rather expensive here, why don't we share?" As he said it the giant's eyes were looking Tíra up and down hungrily.
The dwarf almost rebuked him then and there but caught herself whens he realized that she could get more satisfaction in bringing this huge man down a peg.
She leaned in to whisper in his ear,
"Oh but I know a place that could be even more fun. Just wait until I finish my shift and I'll show you were we keep the drink!" With that she gave him a wink and went back to work.
The goliath was eager to agree but was not a particularly patient creature.
He passed the time with strong drink, slowly getting hazier and hazier.
Finally Tíra could close for the night and send the rest of the stragglers to bed.
With every other patron out of the way, the dwarf beckoned the goliath towards the backrooms of the establishment.
As he approached her, stumbling slightly she smiled and asked him,
"So what's your name big guy?"
"M-my people call me Rongoro."
"Ooooh strong name for a strong man" She purred, it wasn't the first time she had tricked a guy with sultry tones, "Here we are, down here."
Rongoro looked skeptical for a moment as the dwarf opened up the trap door that led into the cellar.
But another look at the dwarves bouncing breasts was enough to send him down the descending stairs.
Behind him Tíra closed them both in, the grin on her face impossible to see in the dim light.
Down in the cellar the only light came from spaced out lanterns which burned low.
About them was strewn crates and barrels full of various shipments, paths that led deeper into the cellar, and one large support pillar in the middle of the room.
The dwarf made her way over to the pillar and teasingly began to undress.
Rongoro's eye widened as for the first time the dwarf's absolutely voluptuous breasts were on display.
Large but firm with wide pink areola and her skin turn red with blush around the nipple.
Tíra again chuckled to herself as she laid her shirt on the floor and gently began kneading her breasts.
Her plan was working and she could tell by the obvious tenting in the goliath's loincloth.
She beckoned him towards her and he obeyed, getting close enough to touch her.
Playfully she swatted away the goliaths large hands and took a rope from behind the crate.
"No touching," She said with a wink, "Not yet."
The goliath was practically salivating over her at this point.
"P-please just let me-."
"No." interjected the dwarf, "Not yet."
With some effort she took the goliath's arms and began restraining them with the rope.
Rongoro had another moment of doubt, "Why are you tying me down?"
"To make it more fun dear, if you can last two minutes without touching me, I'll let you do whatever you'd like with me," She spread her arms to emphasize her point, "Plus I would imagine someone of your size and strength could break these bindings if you really wished."
Rongoro's ego began to swell at that and he relaxed, "I'll play your game dwarf but I'll win and then you'll be sore."
"I'm excited." Countered Tíra with a smug grin and a wink.
All the acting was starting to grate on her nerves but she knew she was close to completing her trap
Finally she felt him good and tied up she went up to him and stripped him of his loincloth.
Out sprung possibly the largest member she had seen.

It was longer than her arm and the instead of pointing skyward like many members she had seen it instead pointed straight out.
It bobbed up and down seeking any sort of attention.
"My....You are quite the stallion." With that the dwarf traced her tongue along the tip of the member and down it's shaft.
Even the light caress caused the goliath's legs to shake
Mischievously she nursed on the glans of his cock but refused to take him in any further.
She could tell Rongoro was beginning to become impatient, the tension in his loins building.
Then she took as much as she could of him into her mouth.
Not even half but it was enough to make the goliath groan loudly in pleasure.
The dwarf kept using her tongue rubbing and slurping on every part of the goliath's unreasonably large dick.
She mushed the burning hot rod between her massive tits and massaged it gently even as she continued to lick and slurp.
When the giant's hips began to buck, she knew he couldn't hold on any longer.
At the moment of climax the dwarf gave the goliath's meaty nuts a well placed uppercut!
*THWACK*
The goliath let out an agonized groan as his balls erupted with pain and his dick erupted with his seed.
The sticky hot fluid splattered all over Tíra's breasts and pants.
"Aghhhhhh fuck what did you do that for?" Shouted Rongoro still in sweltering pain.
"That was for the ass slap earlier. It seems to me like you need to be taught a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself."
"Y-you wanted it." Said the goliath still bent forward from the pain.
"What a pathetic excuse." Growled Tíra before she slammed another fist into the giant's nuts.
Rongoro's massive body convulsed from the pain that radiated all over his body and he even had tears starting to form in his eyes.
The giant-kin had enough and strained hard against the bindings with a mighty roar!He regained some of his composure and even managed a smug grin as his muscles strained hard against the chords that bound him.Then something happened that Rongoro had not experienced before.Dread set in as the goliath realized his strength was not great enough to break the dwarf's bindings!
"Oh what's the matter giant?" Said Tíra slyly, now returning the goliath's smug grin, "Can't seem to break free can you? We dwarves are an inventive folk, we've got plenty of ways to tie a knot that reinforces a ropes strength. Not even a ogre could break those binds let alone you."
"Release me at once!" Bellowed the towering male, a hint of pleading creeping into his voice.
"Let me think on it." Said the dwarf innocently, pausing for a moment to pretend as if she was pondering the situation.
"No."
*WHAM*
The edge of her fist slammed against the bull sized balls causing them to flop backward and hit the wooden beam behind them. In an agonizing cycle Rongoro's testes bounced off the beam and right back into the incensed dwarf's fist.
It went on this way for some time as Tíra laughed almost to hysterics as the giant's nuts were treated as a speedbag!
The low guttural growls of the mighty male were eventually reduced to agonized squeals with every hit to his bruised plums.
Tíra took a moment to rest looking at the swelling of the giant's orbs and admiring her work.
Then she once again chuckled as she noticed Rongoro's once long member had shriveled from the battering he had received.
Rongoro was slumped against his bindings, the strength thoroughly drained from him.
His whole body heaved with each breath and his legs could hardly even keep himself upright.
When the giant-kin regained the smallest amount of his composure he realized that the dwarf had left.
His head scanned the room to be sure she had left before he let out a howl of frustration.
"Calm down already."
The voice took Rongoro by surprise, she had gone behind him.
"Here, you're free to go." Tíra said and with a simple tug of the ropes at the right spot the whole thing went slack and fell about the large mans feet.
He looked confused at the sadistic female, looking up towards the stairs and then back at her.
"No tricks." Admitted the dwarf, holding both her hands out in a gesture of good faith, "Just walk away with your lesson learned."
Rongoro knew she was telling the truth, that he could just leave now and she wouldn't chase after him or go to the authorities. Yet something her tone...her eyes made a rage burn in his heart. She had a look of satisfaction on her face, she thought she had bested him. The goliath could not let this stand.
"You shouldn't have untied me puny girl." Hissed Rongoro as he charged towards the dwarf.
Tíra rolled her eyes, she had given the idiotic male an out.
As the goliath charged her arms out, the dwarf waited until the exact moment and slid beneath him!While sliding on the ground below she kicked her whole body upward.With an extension of her leg, her whole body weight was shot straight up into a well placed jewel-kick!
*CRUNCH!*
Tíra's hard leather boots smashed into the goliath's already heavy-laden pearls!
The goliath's knees crossed and his eyes bulged wide as his scrotum was put through even more trauma.
With a trailing squeak the goliath collapsed to his knees and clutched his manhood.
Tíra got up to face her opponent and smirked at his pitiful state.
"It really is pathetic, you're twice my size male and yet you can't even get near me without getting your nuts cracked."
Rongoro turned around and stared at her with blind hatred.
He stood up and bull rushed her once more.
The dwarf dove for the giants feet, causing him to stumble as she slammed into his lower half.
Down came the giant, slamming painfully on his back.
His head was spinning but when he came to he saw the dwarf with her foot hovering over the goliath's aching and horribly swollen balls.
"W-wait." He sputtered, barely able to find his own voice.
For the first time Tíra saw real fear in the giant's odd pupiless eyes.
"You had your chance you dumb brute."
*CRRRRUNCH!*
He foot slammed into the goliath's right nut and it's shape shifted about, the pressure underneath the red-head's foot was extreme!
Rongoro started to heave from the pain, his stomach lurched inside him at the moment of impact."Where's all your bravado now? Your nuts look like they can't handle much more..." As the dwarf's voice trailed off she traced a finger along the bruised ballbag.
The shock of pain sent a shiver of pain through the whole of the goliath's giant body drool began to trickle from his open mouth.
"Poor things...the shape is starting to go....will you be a man much longer?"
*SQUIRK!*
Her boot came down on the manhandled testicle once more.
The nutmeat trembled inside the sack, it desperately tried to move away from the weight of dwarf but found itself unable and in the next instant the ball exploded into mash!
*SPLUUURT!*
The goliath's voice broke as he felt half his masculinity get pulped!
All Rongoro could do was lay on his back and fade in and out of consciousness as the worst pain of his life flooded his lower body.
Waves of spams would grip his body as the pain made it feel like there was a never ending pit of acid in his stomach.
With a sadistic grin the dwarf took her assaulter's remaining thick nut in both her hands.
She held the nut aloft with one hand of each side of the massive male orb.
Using her palms she began to squeeze down hard trying to make her hands meet in the middle!
As the vice like pressure clamped down hard on Rongoro's remaining bit of masculinity he began to shout and thrash around.
The only thing that kept him from wrenching himself to hard was the fact that it felt like his nut would be ripped off in the motion!
"WAIT! MERCY!" He cried, "I-I WAS WRONG!"
Tíra stopped her ferocious crush for a moment and looked at Rongoro for a moment.
"Mmmmm perhaps I should......" The dwarf looked at the ground sheepishly, suddenly contemplating the permanency of her actions.
"Y-yes, please.....I haven't done so much to deserve this!"
The red-head really did stop and think about it for a moment....but then the dwarf remembered the embarrassment of his earlier ass-smack and made up her mind!
"Nah. I think you do!"
Her crush resumed at twice the pressure from before!
Rongoro's stomach churned as he could feel his tender flesh-nugget begin to lose it's shape.
The ball stretched as much as it could before finally with a sickening
*POP*
The nut's contents burst out of it's top and bottom, spewing out until the flesh was completely flat!
Rongoro's whole body jerked in defiance of being fully castrated but eventually his mind couldn't handle the white-hot agony that flooded his body and he passed into unconsciousness.
Hurriedly Tíra frizzled her hair a bit and went back up the stairs.
Holding her shirt to her chest to grant her some modesty she scanned around the bar to make sure the coast was clear.
With that the dwarf hurried her way towards the guard's barracks.
She grinned with grim satisfaction as she knew that the law enforcement would swiftly dispose of her "attacker".

A Sister's Brutal Lesson

 

"Shut it twerp! You have to do what I say, mom said so! Now you better get to cleaning up!" Shouted Zoey at her little brother.
She was a fourteen year old blonde and tanned bossy brat.
Zoey always got a kick out of pushing her little brother around, not that he could ever really put up a fight.
She was three years his senior and Miles barely came up to her chest in height, and weighed probably just over half of what she did.
He was blonde like his sister but his hair was even lighter than hers, practically flaxen in color.
Another reason he was fun for Zoey to bully, with his curly mop of hair on his head, he was undeniably pretty cute.
"It's not fair! Why do I have to do all the chores!" Her younger brother complained while stamping his feet.
"Because you're the youngest and a boy!" Zoey snapped back.
Miles wouldn't budge, "Whatever! I'm not doing it!"
"Yes you will!"
"No I won't!"
"YES YOU WILL!"
"NO. I. WON'T!" Miles punctuated his yell with a hard two handed shove to his sister.
Unfortunately for him, being the height as he was, he pushed on both of Zoey's squishy breasts.
"Hey! You little perv! Oh you're so gonna get it now!"
She moved towards him with such furious intention that it scared Miles and he began to stumble backwards.
"H-hey wait a minu-" His voice was abruptly cut sharp, by the bony shin of his sister flying into his dangling little gonads.
*WHACK!*
Miles let out a high pitched squeak that turned into a deep groan, "Aughhhhhhh...."
He clutched at his suddenly aching nads and bent over, his legs just barley keeping him upright.
"Wh-why?" He managed through gritted teeth.
"You had it coming loser"
"That's so unfair." Said Miles with a sniffle, now resting his weight against a wall.
"Not my fault you have balls, next time just be born a girl."
"Whatever!" Miles scoffed at her, "boys are stronger anyway, I wouldn't want to be a girl!"
Zoey laughed in his face at that, "I just put you against the wall with one kick, obviously boys are weaker."
"Nuh-uh!" Miles yelled, "Boys are stronger! Plus I could floor you with just one kick easily!"
Again Zoey laughed before her voice took on a very serious, challenging tone,
"Go on then. Try it." She even spread her legs apart so Miles would have an easier time taking aim.
Miles looked at her with smug confidence, "Easy."
He cocked his leg back and than with a bit of a jump kicked his sister right in the smooth crease between her legs.
Zoey winced a bit, her legs wobbled from the impact.
Miles smile grew wider as the kick landed, sure that it would bring his sister to the ground.
His smile faded and was replaced with a look of shock when his sister quite easily kept her footing.
She looked back at him and smiled devilishly, "Told you."
"So I think it's my turn again." Cooed Zoey as she walked towards her little brother menacingly.
He was so shocked that he couldn't find the strength to move, "B-but that doesn't make any sense. Its not fair."
His voice made his disbelief plainly evident.
Zoey hugged her brother tightly, pushing his face into her breasts, "Nobody ever said anything about fair brat."
Her knee flew up and cracked his nads, pressing the soft spongy orbs back up against his pelvis.
*CRACK!*
Zoey smirked as she heard the boy's groan muffled in between her soft mounds.
She felt his legs go limp and let him go, causing him to smack against the ground.
Miles cupped his balls and began to roll on the ground, coughing and sputtering.
"Aghhhhhhhhhh," Came the strained groan of the downed boy as a second rush of nut pain coursed through his groin to his stomach.
"Awhhhh poor tough guy, what happened to all that machismo?"
Zoey crouched down beside him and pulled down his trousers so that only his undies covered him.
Miles hardly noticed as his mind was solely focused on how it felt like his insides were being turned into liquid from the burning pain in his balls.
When his vision finally started to return to him his sister was standing over him.
Miles went to rub his eyes to clear them, a mistake he realized all too late.
His sister's foot was suddenly resting atop the bulge in his undies.
The boy couldn't help but make a little squeak as the girl let her foot rest on his nads.
Slowly she began increasing the pressure on his boybag, gently twisting and grinding her foot as she did so.
Miles protests started as low pleading whimpers but soon turned into loud and pained groans.
"You know the funny Miles? Is that I could take on bigger guys than me just because of their balls."
She punctuated her sentence with a painfully short sharp kick to her brother's plums.
*SMACK!*
His voice reached another crescendo as the pain flooded through his body once more.
"So you really had no chance, I'm stronger than you AND you have balls! You had no chance."
"W-why doesn't it hurt you? I kicked you it should have hurt you!"
Zoey looked down at him and rolled her eyes,
"Need a demonstration huh? Fine."
She crouched down once more and with some protest from Miles, managed to take off his underwear.
Outflopped his little boy ballies, now swollen and hanging low.
Zoey snatched them up in her hand and pressed her fingernails into them.
Miles whole body flinched at that and she heard him begin to hyperventilate from the pain.
"These are balls. Dangly. Sensitive," She made sure to squeeze down on his already battered sack when she said that, "and delicate. That's what makes you a boy."
Her fingers pushed into his malleable nutsack roughly for a moment more before she let his boys breath.
Miles took a deep inhale as soon as the pressure was gone, tears now streaming freely down his cheek.
Zoey stood up again and this time slid off her yoga pants.
She couldn't help but giggle at her little brother's reaction, his eyes popped even wider than when she had kicked him the first time.
Teasingly and slowly she slid off her panties, so that she was completely bare.
"This," The blonde said now a grin covering her whole face, "Is a pussy. It's smooth and soft and doesn't dangle, look I can close my legs without squishing anything."
The boy's eyes were transfixed on the pink slit between his sister's legs, the new found envy only made his cracked nuts burn more.
His sister looked down at her brother and his swollen sack, "Admit it, it's better to be a girl."
"N-no, I won't."
"Oh?" Asked his sister with her trademark sarcasm, "Well then…"
*WHACK!*
Zoey's foot once again shot into her brother's groin, the nuts in his bag squirming around to escape the brutalizing kick.
This time the boy laid flat on his back, the pain almost mind numbing now, his whole lower body felt like it was at the same time numb and bruised.
His sister squatted down over his face, now her glistening vag was just inches from her brother's face.
He looked now at her laughing while he was rolling in pain.
His nuts were in pure, aching agony, while her smooth slit was perfectly fine.
"G-girls have it better." They boy said before putting his head back and almost passing out.
"Hahaha awhhhh good boyyyy" Said his sister, still mockingly.
When Miles finally composed himself and got back up it had been nearly 45 minutes.
He put on his clothes and slowly and painfully walked downstairs to the kitchen.
Each brush of his balls against the fabric of his underwear sent waves of nausea through his body.
To help this, he stood with his legs farther apart which made his walk look hilarious to anyone else observing him.
In kitchen was his sister, sat at the table and gleefully eating some cereal.
He sat across from her at the table and folded his arms,
"I'm telling mom."
That got a laugh from Zoey.
"Okay," She said with a shrug, "Go ahead."
Miles looked at her confused, "You're gonna be in so much trouble!"
"You sure about that?"
"Obviously! mom's gonna kill you!"
"Hey Miles?"
"W-what?" The tone his sister took was shaking the boys confidence.
"Do you remember all those times mom accidentally hit you in the sack?"
The boy's stomach dropped, he didn't like were this was going.
"It started when you were pretty young, maybe three years ago or so. Or all the times mom saw me hit you in the balls but pretended like she didn't."
"What...no she wouldn't. She had to have just not seen you."
"Or the times were she wouldn't even punish me outside of scolding me and then giving me a wink. But heres the best part. The person who told me to hit your little ballies if you got out of line today. Yup. It was mom!" Zoey took a moment to laugh in Miles face.
"She told me to crack her little princes jewels if I needed to!"
The sound of the front door opening got both of their attentions.
Zoey looked back at her horrified little brother with smug grin,
"Oh look that must be her now!"