Mommy & Daughter Bonding Day!

 "You've been in there for at least thirty minutes!" Whined the young boy, battering on the door being held shut tightly on the other side.

"Girls need more time than boys to wash off!" Shot back his sister behind the door, "Do you have to always be so annoying? Why can't you just shut up for one day!"
It was her tone of voice that aggravated him more than anything.
With gritted teeth and a grunt of annoyance the boy redoubled his efforts to slam open the door.
This time he barreled his way into the bathroom, where his sister was in her pajamas toothbrush in hand.
The girl, Brittany, was fourteen years old, and had on cotton pants that were a dark blue, patterned with pink hearts and fit snugly around her waist. A white crop top seemed to hug her in all the right places, accentuating her perky young breasts, and making it plain she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it.
She looked at her brother with an incredulous scowl on her face, "Austin! Get the hell out!"
"You take to long! I need to take a shower too!"
"I don't care what you want idiot! Get out of the bathroom."
"No!" The boy had become feed up, and shoved Brittany causing her to stumble backwards, only just barely managing to catch herself.
Brittany looked at her younger brother with daggers in her eyes before marching up to him and kicking out as hard as she could.
*T H U D*
Her shin slid up between Austin's legs and slammed against his balls!
The boy's eyes bulged in surprise, the wind left his lungs and he collapsed to the floor face first!
On the floor he cried loudly in between deep sniffles, clutching at his bruised groin.
"BRITTANY HIT ME! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH!"
Soon there was the tell-tale sound of stairs creaking and her mother appeared in the door way.
"What's going on here?"
"BRITTANY HIT MY GHOULIES!"
"Austin tried to come in while I was still using the bathroom!"
Their mom sighed and looked down at her son, "Austin is that true?"
"S-she had used it for thirty min-minutes already!"
"Well you shouldn't have barged in on a lady, even if she is taking her time. I think your sister probably took it easy on you. Come on we've got to check for swelling."
With that, she picked her young son off the floor and walked him back towards her own room in the house.
As they left Brittany couldn't help but bite her lip and feel between her legs, her fingers came back with a little bit of dampness.
Her mind went to the feeling of his balls on her foot and then how smooth she between the legs compared to him. She giggled at how dumb males anatomy seemed to her, she had thought that when she first found out about testicles. In the beginning it had been a fascination, then it turned into something....enjoyable when she found herself kicking boys nuts all the time! Now she couldn't stop making any excuse or putting herself in any scenario where she might get to crack a pair!

***

"Stop squirming honey...I've got to check if they're injured or not." Carol fished her hand down Austin's shorts and cupped his little nads.
The boy winced and went rigid at the contact.
Carol felt the spongy flesh of her son's little boy plums and twirled them beneath her fingers. She ignored Austin's whimpers as his balls were pulled and squeezed.
At first she really was checking for injuries but slowly she remembered the days of her youth, back when she would hit boys balls on the playground.Back to the first time she saw a boy crumple to the ground in agony from a simple blow between the legs.
After that it had almost become like an obsession to her.
"Mom...." Whimpered her son as he began to tug on her hand.
Still she did not hear him, too lost in the feeling of his slippery pearls. How fragile they were in her grasp.
Her grip tightened more, sinking her fingers in like a deep choke hold around the testes.
Tears started welling in Austin's eyes,
"Mom!" He said a little more forcefully.
Her hands could completely cover his sensitive bits. Carol's mind raced to all the times Austin had been fussy as a toddler, those moments of public embarrassment at restaurants and stores.
All the morning sickness she had suffered while pregnant with him.
Her digits wiggled further and further into the slippery ovals making her son's voice catch in his throat.
"MOM!" The boy shrieked as his knees almost began to knock together, his body sagging towards the source of pain between his legs.
The strain and high pitch of her son's voice finally broke Carol from her testicle-squeezing trance.
She couldn't help but giggle a bit at her own behavior and patted the boy over the pants,
"Sorry honey, but I have to be thorough, seems like everything is still in good working order."
Austin wasn't so sure, he could feel blood rushing to his balls and oxygen return to them and the feeling was nauseating.
"Really sweetie you've got to be more careful with your jewels young man! Don't agitate your sister, if she gives you a particularly well placed kick and you get particularly unlucky well then your grapes are going to go splat!"
The boy when pale as a sheet.
"T-that's possible?!" He asked incredulously.
"Yup!" Said his mom a bit too cheerfully for his liking, "So be careful!"
With that Carol turned and left the boy in his room.
Her heart was practically racing out of her chest as she closed the door. It had been a long time since she had played Austin's nads like that, long enough that the boy couldn't have remembered any previous time. There was a slight tinge of guilt but it was almost completely overshadowed by the deep needing ache between her legs.
Soon she found herself in her own room, her legs spread and her fingers gently teasing herself to the memory of her sons squishy little fruit!

***

It was a rough night for Austin, falling asleep was near impossible.
His aching bruised balls meant there there was nothing even resembling a comfortable sleeping position.
After hours of tossing and turning he finally managed to drift off a few hours before the sting in his groin woke him back up again.
With a resigned sigh the eleven year old stood up out of his bed and started his day.
It was just beginning to be morning, with hints of the rising sunlight peaking through most of the windows.
Enjoying the peace away from his sister and mother, Austin made himself a snack and flipped on the living room television.
It was a needed but short lived peace, just an hour later his sister appeared in the living room wearing exactly the same outfit as the night before.
"Hey Austin," She greeted him with a smirk, "How are your pearls?"
The boy tried to ignore his sisters goading.
"Man you were really crying yesterday, it must've hurt so bad, I'm glad I don't know what that's like."
It was starting to get to him.
"Shut up, I'm trying to watch TV." He grumbled under his breath.
"Oooooh oooh my ballsies! Ahhhhhhhhh! My fragile ballsies!" Laughed Brittany as she grabbed between her legs in mock pain.
"Shut up already!"
"Oh? Are you gonna make me?"
Austin nearly leaped off the coach and started towards his sister.
She waited as he skulked near her.
The boy was still in his night clothes, a plain t-shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers.
"That makes an easy target" Thought Brittany with a devilish grin.
Before the younger and smaller sibling could close the distance, his sister's leg extended fully and once again he found her foot crashing up into his already sensitive eggs!
*S Q U A S H*
"OOOOOF" was all Austin could managed as the air left him again, his hands clasping down on his battered groin and tears beginning to form in his eyes.
He ended up on his back, still clutching his aching package barely able to see his sister's satisfaction through his blurred vision.
"Oh dear....." Sighed Carol as she entered the room and took in the sight before her.
This time Austin did not cry out in agony as he curled up on the floor and only whimpered as the pain took hold of him.
"He must've upset you!" Said the mother to her daughter with a wink.
Brittany's eyes widend for a moment at the surprise of her mom witnessing what she'd just done. The teenaged girl pointed to her brother, "He started it!" She fussed, "He told me to shut up!"
"Austin! That's no way to talk to your sister!" Scolded the mother with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The boy wriggled on the ground, flipped onto his side, clutching at the bruised spot between his legs.
"S-she made fun of me for h-having balls!" He squeaked from his pathetic position.
Carol tapped a finger thoughtfully on her pursed bottom lip, "Well...I mean they are kind of funny...in a pathetic sort of way."
Austin's heart sank at his mother's words, his ego being crushed by her words in the same way his boyhood had been by his sister's foot.
Carol's mind had been racing since the night before. The feeling of her son's testicles gripped between her fingers still sent a ticklish shiver down her spine. Desire had driven away all other thoughts, she needed that feeling again.
The siblings mother made her way over to her downed son, and slowly helped him up onto unsteady feet.
Austin sniffled and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes holding most of his weight against his mother.
In that moment all the boy wanted to do was hide behind her leg, away from the terror of his sister.
Carol couldn't help but bite her lip and giggle, he looked like such a little boy the way he clung to her.
Gently she put a hand on his head and stoked his hair gently before crouching beside him and patting his back.
Then her face took on an expression that Austin had never seen before, something that almost scared him. And if her face had startled him, the words she said made his blood turn to ice.
"Brittany, maybe you'd like to kick his pearls when he has nothing to protect them?" Her suddenly had a dark and gleeful tone to it.
Her daughter's face lit up with a glee you might see from a child on their birthday!
"Wait...mom can I?" Brittany spoke the words as if asking might cause her mother to change her mind.
Carol slid off Austin's underwear, the boy still processing the words he was hearing, his balls hung swollen and low against his upper thigh. With a greedy hand, Carol snatched up the bruised boyfruit and tugged on them roughly, eliciting a cry from her poor son!
"Of course you can sweetie! I used to do this to boys all the time when I was your age! Honestly I feel like I'm a bit of a bad mother, not letting you kick his plums around sooner! I was the terror of the playground as a girl, I totally understand how you feel dear!"
Austin tried to struggle against his mom's grip only for her grip to tighten down like a vice, making his eyes go cross,his legs buckle at the pain and a slight squeal escape his lips.
"Go on honey! Kick away! They're just nuts after all its not that big of a deal!"
Carol moved so that she restrained her son, his legs hanging open, making his dangling balls completely exposed!
Her eager daughter hardly needed any such encouragement!
With a long, running wind up, Brittany's slender leg came sliding up, like the swing of a bat, right into Austin's unguarded balls!
*S M A C K*
The loud, fleshy crack of the top of her foot on his spongy little sack echoed throughout the whole room!
A great heave came from the small boy as his tender berries were squished horrifically upward, smashing them against his pelvis! His tongue lulled out of his mouth and he went slack in Carol's arms.
His mother squished the boy against her in a hug, her breasts pressing against his back,
"Awhhh! Look at his little nads swinging back and forth, it's so cute!"
The boy had been reduced to a sniffling mess, his own whines sounding much more like someone even younger than he already was,
"M-moooom…"
Brittany rocked on her feet giddily, her head swimming at the excitement she was busting her brother so openly! And with her mother's permission!
"Mom, I have to admit......I've been kicking Austin's balls for years secretly....even when I lied to you and said I didn't do it...I'm sorry."
Carol smiled at her daughter, "Oh sweetheart! I always knew! I just never wanted to punish you for something I would've done myself!"
"I do it at school too! It actually....makes me feel really...excited."
Brittany's mother bit her lip, "That's perfectly normal Brittany." Pausing as her voice turned huskier, "It makes me feel the same way. Why don't you show your brother how glad you are not to have been born with little ballies like him?"
The teen girl smiled and nodded at the more experienced woman, pulling off her white crop top, letting her perky B-cups bounce free.
With sultry strides, she moved closer to her brother like a runway model before pausing as she stood in front of him. Grabbing the back of his head she pushed his face directly into her boobs, to Austin's complete shock!
"This is for that time you stuck gum in my hair!"
*C R U N C H*
Her knee passed right between his open legs like a bullet, ramming into his delicates with a thunderous crack like that of a whip!
It set the boy on the tips of his toes as pain began to choke him, all the while his sister forced him to rub against her budding breasts.
"My turn!" Chirped Carol with girlish glee.
Brittany looked at her mom for a moment with slight shock before grinning widely, "Okay!"
Austin wobbled on his feet as his sister restrained him, only partly registering the words he just heard.
Carol undressed like her daughter had, though her DD-cup breasts were much larger and hung lower.
"Mommy....wait." Croaked Austin as he watched his mom ready herself.
"Oooooh my little boy....You don't get to tell me what to do!" A sharp snap kick came right up, easily hitting both of the boy's little coconuts with the her splayed toes!
*T H W U M P*
This time the blow to Austin's balls made him feel like something had given or snapped in his balls, and he collapsed to the ground, his legs completely giving out."
"Oh get up!" Growled his mom in a tone that neither sibling had ever heard from her. "You can take a few little kicks, your stupid little fruit will be fine!"
*SMACK* SMACK* *SMACK*
Carol didn't let up her assault, alternating between kicking and stomping on her son's precious pearls as he laid flat on his back.
With each kick he felt her toes dig into his nutmeat and each stomp brought his balls flatter to the floor beneath them!
"Wow mom!" Brittany said with awe, "You're incredible!"
Carol winked at her daughter cheekily, "Lots and lots of practice honey!"
Austin's hands clutched at his balls for a moment before sharply pulling away, the slightest touch bringing him pounding waves of agony. The only sounds that the battered boy could manage being strangled gurgles.
Carol slid off her pants, and then her panties, a thin string of her wetness connecting the undergarments to her excited sex.
The teen watched with baited breath as her mother lowered herself down on helpless little Austin's face.
She rocked her hips back and forth, pushing her pussy into the boy's nose.
Carol let out a little huff of pleasure as all the feelings she had suppressed for so long came bubbling upward.
Without thinking to much about it her hand reached out and grabbed her son's injured ballbag.
She felt him tense and squirm beneath her, only causing more friction to her cunt.
Her fingers worked expertly, digging into his little gushers, pinching them till they bulged at one angle and changing her grip so they swished around only to be pinned by her fingers again.
"Mmmmmf, I can feel how swollen they are how they've already starting losing their shape. They feel so squishy right now."
She squished down hard like a vice locking over his balls, illiciting a scream from poor little Austin.
Carol moaned as she felt it vibrate her pussy, her own wetness sliding down the boys cheeks and chin.
"He can't take much more." His mom giggled, "If we keep going his little walnuts are gonna turn to mush."
Austin thrashed beneath her with a wild desperation but it was ultimately futile.
Brittany sighed, sad the fun would soon becoming to an end. "I feel like we were just getting started! It's not fair....Oh whatever I guess we can't *permanently* ruin his nuts."
Carol got up from her son's face, which was a slick mess of flushed red, and crawled over top of him so that she could look him in the eyes.
"Maybe your sister's right.....but then again maybe mommy has *other* plans.
*B W U M P*
Carol brought her ass down on her son's tiny pellets hard. The force of the slam reverberated through her soft and ample ass, nearly making her son's balls totally flat.
The boy tried to scream but at this point no sound would come out.
The teen girl looked at her mother sheepishly, "C-can I do what you did mom?"
"You don't have to ask silly! Come over here."
Sliding off her the rest of her clothes Brittany pressed her young slit directly into Austin's face, her honey trickling off her sex from how aroused she had become.
"Now listen here my little bub." Carol purred darkly, "If you don't make your sister cum I'm going to completely pop your little balloons!"
The two rode Austin for what felt like an eternity to him. Brittany grinding her perfect pink little cunt right into his nose and his mom pressing her pussy almost lovingly against his poor little cock, before slamming down on his balls with her fat ass.
"This wouldn't have happened if you just hadn't been born with balls sweetie." Sneered his mother while squashing her balls beneath her buttocks. "It's your fault for having such an abusable body part! It was so funny seeing you as a little boy, you would be so careless. I remember once you were trying to climb over a little safety gate I had set up. Well you had thoughtlessly taken your bottoms off and tried to climb over it, ended up racking your tiny nads so bad! I thought you might lose them right there. Mmmmf!" Carol shuddered as she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer.
"Bet you wish you were smooth like us huh bro? I can't believe that you really go down to one hit to your little jewels, I mean I can do the splits and land on the ground hard, right on my pussy and I'd be fine! But you? Your avacadoes would end up turning into guacamole! Must suck to be the weaker sex!"
The slick sounds in the room only grew louder as the women began to pant and huff and eventually yell out in ecstasy as the humped Austin all the way to their orgasm!
Austin laid on the ground almost unconscious as they got off of him.
His balls had turned purple and blue in spots and hung very low, even those without balls might wince at how brutalized his sack looked.
"Poor little things!" Giggled Carol in shock, "How unfortunate for your brother...at this point I think they might be beyond saving anyway..…"
That was a lie.
She knew she could take him to the hospital and have him treated. Heck he might even recover just by resting, but she no longer cared. She had been denied this pleasure for so long and now she had tasted her old addiction once more.
"Which one do you want to take Brittany?" She whispered seductively in her daughter's ear,
"His right or his left? I'll let you take the first one, but as his mommy....I want to crush his last grape...you'll understand if you ever have boys yourself."
Brittany looked at both of her brother's plums, and decided on the left, it was plumper, it would make the best splat she thought!
Her first stomp brought Austin right back to his senses as his bruised ball was crushed beneath the entirety of his sisters weight!
"Brittany stop! Please Brittany! I'm sorry I'm sorry!" His cries were desperate and weak which was all he could manage at that point!
Another slam of her heel on his engorged left ball made Austin's eyes roll back into his head for a moment.
"Say good-bye to leftie Austin! Bye-bye!" She reared her leg and time seemed to slow for the boy and all sound drop out of the room.
Then with a horrible speed the foot came down
*S P L A T !*
The injured testicle tried to escape the crushing pressure, wiggling around for a split-second, then its form completely gave, its contents bursting everywhere in the boys sack, completely turning the teste to paste!
A shrill scream, something that seemed like it should come from a girl, not Austin, came from the boy as he was half-neutered!
As the agony hit him, Austin swooned and fell back against the floor, conking his head in the process.
"I want you to feel what you did Brittany." Said Carol as she warmly placed her hands on the teens shoulders, "Feel the putty in his sack with your foot then your hands, make sure its good and destroyed!
Her daughter eagerly obeyed, probing at first with her foot. Her toes wiggling and crushing any remaining chunks, then her fingers, making sure there was nothing left but a fine goo.
"His sack looks so funny now! It's so lopsided!"
"I know dear! I'm so glad you had fun! and I'm so proud of you! I'm sorry you ever felt like you had to hide this side of you from me! I should've taught you from a much earlier age."
"It's okay mom! I hope we have more chances to do this in the future! Are you going to crush Austin's other ball?"
"Oh I'm sure we will sweetie! Don't you worry!" Carol embraced her daughter, letting a little sigh of pleasure escape from her lips as their breasts rubbed together, "And I'll be taking your brother up to my room. Go get yourself cleaned up okay?"
Her tone left no more room for discussion so Brittany did as she was told and left her mom to do whatever she wanted to her half-castrati brother.

***

"Auuuuuuustin. Auuuuuuuustin. Wake up baby." The warm voice of his mother made Austin's eyes flutter open.
Instantly the pain in his pelvis almost made him double over.
"Hey there sleepy boy." His mother was almost near enough to be cuddling him.
He was laid out in bed, completely nude, just like her, and head was on his chest.
"I figured....you'd want to be awake, for the last time your little dinky ever got played with."
The boy remembered with a start what had transpired, and was now very aware he was restrained against the bed.
His mom twiddled her fingers around his cock, barely three inches fully erect. Slow and tenderly she fondled his boyhood. As if the pain wasn't enough, the slow pace and building the anticipation only made it worse.
"M-mommy please!" All the boy could do was beg.
"Husshhhhh honey. I've already decided. Mommy made your little balls, so she can do whatever she wants with them. I made them. I own them. That's final. You should be thanking me I didn't take them sooner. I had so many chances and I certainly thought about it. Her little laugh after sent an icy chill through the boys spine.
Her other hand slid down to her own sex, furiously rubbing her clit.
Soon she stroked him quicker, then slammed her hand back down on his remaning ball, over and over and over again!
Both of them began to squirm, Austin from blinding red agony and Carol from white hot pleasure.
Despite the abuse to his sack, his little cock twitched at the mounting anticipation of orgasm.
"I want to keep one. I want to keep one. I want to keep one! PLEASE!" The boy pleaded, his voice beginning to hitch!
Carol wasn't listening she felt another of her own orgasms just about to hit her! In that moment she watched her son's dick throb violently, and just before he could release anything, she grabbed his remaining ball and squeezed down as hard as she could.
*S P L U R T !*
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Screamed Austin in falsetto as his genetic line was crushed to pulp!
His ruined orgasm wracked his body as he bucked his hips and pumped out of his little prick the gooey remains of both his balls!
Carol bent down and licked the remnants right off her son's member and swallowed the last of his genetic line with another little giggle.
Letting the boy pass out once more as she cleaned off his rod with her tongue.
She licked her fingers and her lips clean, savoring everything about this moment. She couldn't wait to keep busting boys with her daughter and to have her little eunuch wake up to his new life as their pleasure slave!
It was an incredible realization to Carol how much she had missed in denying this side of herself for so long.
Now that she had begun indulging herself once more, she realized she would always love busting little boy plums more than she cared about their pain!
Carol never regretted de-nutting her son, in fact she always remembered it as one of the happiest days of her life!
The same could not be said for Austin.

Depravity - Prologue - Web of Lies

Of all the vast realms of the multiverse, across the many planes of existence, few can boast denizens as depraved as the great caverns of the Underdark.
Miles below the surface of the world, lie twisting tunnels and great caverns of equal splendor and horror.
Acrid streams of water trickling ever further into the deep, sizzling acid pools and great crystals that seemed to hum with a malevolent radiation were but a few of the wonders in that far realm.
It was home to more things than just environmental curiosities however, for the Underdark was the place many creatures called their abode and all of them had wicked hearts.
None more so than the dark elves, more commonly referred to as the drow.
As beautiful, if not even more comely, than their surface counterparts the drow were a spectacle to behold.
Millennia of eugenics had made the angles of their faces, proportions of their limbs, and all their other features perfect.
Their skin was black as a midnight sky, making them appear like living statues when they moved, always with a preternatural grace. The color of their hair and eyes were no less fantastic. The locks of their hair were almost invariably white and drow eyes were most commonly vivid reds though sickly greens and even oranges and purples were not completely unheard of.
Yet their beauty only hid the malice of their hearts, for their society had nothing that would resemble kindness or love.
For drow, society was unfair by design and only one thing truly mattered when it was all said and done.
Power.

***

The drow city of Izan'thal was one of the greater drow cities, shaped from the black granite of the cavern by ancient and foul sorcery.
It had countless towering, stalagmite-like spires. Grand, rising houses made of that inky black stone seemed to stretch for most of the great cavern the city resided in.
All of it was illuminated by the odd glow of faerie fire. Magical flames conjured by the drow that produced no heat and emitted something of a black light.
It was in that city, which was bathed in the ominous blues, sickly greens and deep violet colors of the flames, that House Mizztovyld was located.
Of the perhaps forty thousand drow in the city only a tenth of that made up the nobility, but royalty in drow society could at times bring even more stress and complications than the life of a commoner.
None had learned this more than the once great House Mizztovlyd.
In times past they had quickly climbed the ranks of the nobility, going from only a minor house of relative obscurity to the eighth strongest in only three centuries.
Two hundred years beyond that and they had earned their spot as the sixth house of the city.
Then a series of disasters, political blunders, infighting, and general lack of talent in multiple generations took its toll.
Now they sat at the lowest rank of the greater nobles, tenth house of Izan'thal, and their dark goddess, Lolth the Spider Queen had turned her disfavor upon them.
The Spider Queen was the beating heart of almost all drow societies, it was her edicts that made her children so ambitious and so cruel.
Her word was law. Or what could be called law in drow society.
By her decree the women of drow society ruled and lead their houses. Of the women the most prestigious and promising among them were taken to become Lolth's priestesses'.
It was Lolth's clergy, these priestesses who truly held power in the world of the drow.
The strongest and usually oldest priestess of any noble house would become its Matron, the direct link to Lolth and her will.
Matron Chentessa of House Mizztovlyd had not heard the Queen of Webs answer any of her prayers for nearly half a decade now.
The Matron was nearing her middle ages, in her fourth century of life yet her beauty had not faded in the least.
She was short, for nearly all drow were short by surface dweller standards, standing a mere four feet and ten inches. A dark purple dress clung to her ebon-skinned body. A long slit in the dress teasingly revealed a shapely leg.
Where the top of her pert bosom was, had cut out a pattern in the shape of a spider's web.
Her long hair was brushed behind her ears and a flowing ponytail reached just below her shoulder blades.

She sat moodily on her throne, one curled fist rested against her pretty cheek and her other hand rested against her swollen stomach.
She was pregnant, the only blessing that the Spider Queen had shown in recent times.
Though a blessing could often be a curse in disguise, to Chentessa another daughter could just mean another potential rival, a priestess down the line waiting to stick a dagger in the Matron's back at the first sign of weakness.
She turned her gaze to the great stone carved balcony at the west end of the room. From there she could see a great deal of the city below, illuminated in scintillating hues and for a moment she lost herself in the sight of it all.
The Matron was taken from her contemplation by the great black doors of her chambers swinging open with a groan.
In strode two of her daughters carrying behind them a bound male drow.
At first Chentessa's ruby red eyes narrowed then they opened wide with shock.
The male was none other than her oldest son, Reinlyn.
From the dais, Chentessa eyed her two daughters wearily.
The older was particularly long of limb and graceful, a beauty even among drow standards with a dignified air. The younger was built more like Chentessa herself, though to the matron's chagrin her breasts were noticeably bigger.
"If this is one of your girilsh games, I am in no mood my daughters."

The older of the two priestesses', Lyvoria, answered their mother,
"No Matron, this is no joke on our part or simple punishment. We have brought our brother here to your chambers so he might confess his crimes. I am afraid he has been caught sharing house secrets. He plans to defect to House Daermozzt, in hopes he might escape Lolth's disfavor."
A blaze of fury took over Matron Chentessa at the idea and she began to rise in her seat, before her better judgment caught up with her.
Her gaze pierced her son, almost seeming to look through him instead of at him.

"Are these things true Reinlyn?" Growled Chentessa through gritted teeth.
At her questioning, her son's body seemed to tense up, all his muscles contracting and the veins in his neck bulging.
It seemed as if he was desperately trying to fight off something, some force that tormented him.
"A truth spell," the younger daughter, Sabrune, explained with a coy grin, "He won't be able to lie now."
Reinlyn fell to the ground, sweat upon his brow, panting as if he had just run a mile, "Y-yes Matron......these things are true."
This time Chentessa did rise from her throne, and marched her way down the stone steps to face her children.
The echoing clacks of her heel on the polished stone filled Reinlyn with more dread than he had ever felt in his life.
The drow warrior did not see his mother's scowl as she approached, he was still looking directly at the cold ground.
He only knew she was next to him when her heels came into view.
There was an icy cold pause through the chamber.
Sabrune was the first who dared to speak, "An example should be made of him mother..…"
Chentessa whipped her head towards her youngest daughter, her anger roiling like a pot threatening to boil over.
"He has betrayed his whole house, there is no greater dishonor to us and he is a male, we should punish him in the way Lolth has decreed for any offending male." The young priestess finished.
Though she was young, it seemed to Chentessa that Sabrune had adapted the best to drow society, she was already well versed in the ways of their dark goddess.
The Matron's glare turned into a wicked grin and she gave her daughters a small nod.
As Chentessa turned her attention back to her son, she did not catch Sabrune shooting a smug, satisfied grin towards her annoyed older sister.
"Reinlyn," The Matron Mother began, "I have given you not only life, but a home of the highest station a male like yourself could ask for. I had you tutored in the ways of war customary of our people. And you have repaid me with betrayal. You will come to regret that soon enough my son."
Up swung her leg passing between her son's legs, the top of her foot colliding with his squishy male groin with a painful echo!
*T H U D*
"Gaahhh!" Cried the male as he jerked upward at the sudden sharp sting in his balls before slumping against the floor again face first.

Reinlyn was just thankful that he had layers of protection, his trousers and smallclothes, to protect his drow-makers.
The male was desperate, his sisters had cast spells upon him so that he could not speak on his own accord.
He had to make his mother see, to get her to listen to him, or else he was doomed!
"An excellent strike mother!" Sabrune beamed!
"Naturally." Remarked the Matron coolly, "I've been battering testicles since before you were born!"
"Still, he is afforded a layer of decency and protection." Sneered Lyvoria, "I say we should strip him bare and savor this punishment even more."
The male's heart raced at that, the kick had been excruciating even with his clothes on...without them.....he shuddered at the thought.
Lyvoria crouched down behind her brother and drew the dagger at her side.
Reinlyn had been trained as a warrior but all his courage abandoned him when he heard the shnick as the blade left its sheath.
The point dug into his trousers, right at the base of his scrotum, easily digging through the fabric.
His smallclothes fared no better....and the blade still kept pushing.
The warrior's eyes crossed as he felt the point of the dagger ever so slightly bite into the soft, elastic flesh of his scrotum!
He wanted to thrash about but knew he would only end up damaging himself further if he gave into his instinct.
His older sister giggled, "Oops. Looks like I drew a little blood."
The blade retracted slightly before making large tearing cuts, making short work of his clothes.
A shudder went through Reinlyn as he now crouched before the females of his family, bare from the waist down.
The sudden snap kick from behind blasted the wind from the male drow.
His dangling ebony balls were crushed right back up against his body, the top of his mother's foot squashing his gonads into a nearly flat pancake shape!
*W H A C K*
Reinlyn's back end was lifted up from the force of the kick! His chest heaved up and down, trying with great labor to suck in any air he could.
When he finally regained himself he was splayed out on his right side, still hyperventilating.
"How do males even function with such a chronic defect?" Scoffed Sabrune.
"The Spider Queen gave them these delicate eggs to remind them of their place beneath us." Said her mother in a matter-of-fact tone, a dark grin on her face. "Stand him."
Each sister grabbed him by the bends of his arms and hoisted him upright.
Drow men and women were often of very comparable size and Reinlyn found himself contemplating that fact for the first time in his life.
All the siblings stood taller than their mother by a few inches and Reinlyn was just as tall as Sabrune but shorter than his older sister.
His mother held his gaze, she stood only a couple inches away from him, still staring disapprovingly.
"I should've sacrificed you and your pathetic nuts to Lolth on the day you were born!"
Her knee rocketed upwards the tough bone easily squishing the slippery black plums between Reinlyn's legs!
*C R A C K*
There was an explosion of agony in the male's groin as his, now nude balls were compressed once again.
"PLEASE!" He screamed tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes, "SPARE ME! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"
"Typical male." Said Lyvoria with a roll of her crimson eyes. "
'No, no, no Reinlyn," Scolded Matron Chentessa playfully, "We are only beginning my dear son!"
She punctuated her remark with another snap kick, this time her heel digging into her son's right ball.
*S L A M*
It felt like a dagger was being driven into the tender meat of his teste. The pain only doubled as the matron began twisting her foot, still lodged firmly in the crease of her sons legs. The needle like point beginning to drill and pierce the supple flesh of his nutbag!
His stomach churned as the hot, nauseating pain took hold of him, doubling the battered male over. Despite the normal strength in his well toned body, the blows to his most delicate area had sapped his strength and now all the drow warrior could do was pathetically writhe at each explosion of pain.
Reinlyn's unprotected balls hung low in their fleshy sack, they had begun to bruise a bright pink in color.
"N-no more...." He panted, his mind still swimming, even closing his legs made his balls feel like they were on fire, "I can take no more of this!"
Sabrune looked at her brother incredulously, "Still defying your Matron's orders? Mother I ask permission to use my scourge upon him."
"Granted my daughter."
Reinlyn's crimson eyes almost bulged out of his head as the sharp corded, many-headed whip at his sister's side was brought to her hands.
Wordlessly he shook his head violently, only for her to rear back her arm with a devilish grin.
*S Q U A S H*
A sudden snap of her arm sent the many chords of the lash tearing into his scrotum with a hellish crack.
The drow felt as his nuts were both horrifically battered and the skin around them was thoroughly minced!
Each of the scourge's heads had dug thin, but very noticeable red gouges into the hapless male's sack.
Beyond anything he had felt before the male cried out in a squeal from the building pain.
The agony seemed to ripple through him as he flexed and unflexed his feet, scrunched his face together and muscle spasms took hold of his stomach. It was as if his body was trying to move any part of itself it could to reduce the pain.
It didn't help.
An indescribable and primal feeling washed over Reinlyn as he watched blood drip from his manhood in many spots.
"E...Enough...." He croaked, white hair falling in strands over his face, throat burning from the amount of times he had heaved.
Reinlyn barely had enough strength to keep himself on his knees, the room seemed to spin, where once three drow women stood before him it now seemed like nine.
Lyvoria turned towards her mother, "I fear he cannot take much more of this mother, his balls have been thoroughly battered, if we continue it will result in injuries even the drow cannot heal."
Chentessa frowned, unhappy at the prospect of stopping the punishment she was so thoroughly enjoying. Though she also realized, by the tone of her voice, Lyvoria was just as unhappy as she was to end Reinlyn's testicular torment.
"You speak true Lyvoria....perhaps your brother has learned a lesson in loyalty. That treason can be costly....very costly." She let a laugh escape her as she pushed her son's knee's further apart and hovered the top of her foot threateningly close to his swollen pearls.
Reinlyn's whole body flinched at the teasing kick of his mother but for the first time in many minutes he allowed himself to sigh and relax slightly.
"Stop now? Are you kidding? We would deny The Spider Queen her prey?" Balked Sabrune.
The male's hopes fell to the floor as soon as he heard the words.
"Our house is in a weakened state Sabrune." The Matron said with a raise of her hand, "To thin our numbers now might prove fatal for our house. Ignoring for a moment that he is male, Reinlyn is a strong warrior among our house."
Sabrune, ever eager to see males suffer gave a defeated sigh. "At least let me get one last kick to his nuts?"
Chentessa gave a hearty laugh at that, "How could I deny my daughter such a request, go on, one final kick to your brother's bruised berries!"
Sabrune turned her attention on her brother, a terrible smile plain on her face.
As her younger sister occupied Reinlyn, Lyvoria turned to her mother "Perhaps you could try asking the Spider Queen directly?"
"You know she has not spoken to us for many years Lyvoria."
"I am aware, but this is in her honor, we are willing to sacrifice a male of our own house, his pleasure, our own blood for her. I believe she will answer. Try mother, I implore you."
"As you wish my daughter."
Reinlyn was much too preoccupied with his younger sister to register any of the words his mother and sister were exchanging.
Sabrune had bent down and cupped his chin, making him look up at her. Reinlyn in that moment felt smaller than he ever had in his life.
"I've been wanting to bust your balls for decades Reinlyn...mother was always too lenient on you. Even if you are her son, who cares. If you had been born to me....I would've crushed your balls a long time ago."
*S Q U I S H*
It was almost as if it happened in slow motion. Drow garb often left little to the imagination and Reinlyn watched as his ebon-skinned sister's kick began winding up. He saw the leg bend at the knee then shoot forward and extend. There was a flex of her sturdy thighs and her ass jiggled from the force of the connection!
Both of his balls felt like they had deformed in someway, the mostly spherical shape gave way to something much flatter. Even after the kick, it seemed to him his orbs never really regained their original shape.
The kick was enough to blast the breath from Reinlyn once more and his whole body convulsed on the floor, spittle and foam gathering at the edges of his mouth as his responses to the pain became more and more guttural.
Sabrune sighed at the sight of her brother in a heap, saddened that all the excitement had truly come to an end. When she turned back towards Lyvoria and her mother she was shocked to see the matron's eyes glowing a bright white and her hair whipping around her face as if caught in a gale.
"I understand my mistress. Your will shall be done."
The voice sounded like Chentessa but it had an unearthly volume and presence.
For a moment the matron staggered and seemed to blink at the sight around her and then regained her composure.
"The Queen has spoken to me! She longs for a sacrifice, and your brother's manhood shall be the perfect gift! The next of our house shall be a male," She ran a hand over her ample stomach, "It is clear to me now, males are replaceable, testicles are replaceable! And your brother's....are forfeit!
Reinlyn steadied himself now, the adrenaline pumping through his body at the mere thought of the destruction of his manhood, had brought a newfound strength to his limbs.
"No! I...I did nothing to deserve this! I will not be put upon this altar!"
"You've no choice...boy!" Cackled his mother.
In that dark hall, to Reinlyn she looked the part of a demon and his sisters her cohorts.
At that moment he meant to flee to run away from her but a pain beneath him almost took his legs from under him.
His mother outstretched a hand, a dark violet energy pulsating around her hand.
"The Spider Queen's favor returns to our house, and with it powers that a male such as yourself can never comprehend!"
Reinlyn looked down and saw his scrotum now heavily swollen as if some unseen force was squeezing it tightly.
As the pain jolted through his whole body the male could only watch in horror as it looked like his balls began twisting around themselves in their flesh pouch.
Cords wrapped around cords and began to squeeze themselves!
Sick, nauseating pain flooded the male, overwhelming his mind completely.
His hands futilely grabbed his balls as if to pry the magical force off of him but nothing came of it.
Both of the sisters watched in amazement as their brother's last glimmers of pleasure were being crushed into paste.
"Lolth! Glorious Queen! These pathetic nuts I give you! From my own son! I have raised him for this very moment, to realize now he is a lesson to me and nothing more. I have realized my place in your world, to remind males of that pathetic weakness that you made them with! I am grateful! I sacrifice these balls for YOU!"

*S P L U R T !*

She outstretched her hand and gave a cry as the magical energy surged through her!
In that moment her son's nutbag swelled from the internal pressure, more than any male should ever have to endure and then in one horrific instant, the male's balls and what contained them were reduced to paste in a great burst!
Chunks of nut mush and other remnant goo splattered against the face of the three women as the male fell backwards onto the stone floor very much unconscious.
All three of the woman felt a surge of ecstasy run through them and new found power seep into them as the full favor of The Spider Queen was given to them.
House Mizztovyld would not soon be forgotten.

***

In a fiendish realm far away, The Spider Queen sat upon her never ending web. Lolth chuckled with great delight at the ingenuity of the two sisters, something lacking from House Mizztovyld for many centuries now.
She remembered the delight that she felt when the elder of the two, had prayed for a spell that would force their brother to lie. Never had she thought the priestesses would use it to bring an end to the male's manhood.
She ran her tongue over her lips and cooed to herself,
"For now I think I have found myself some new favorite toys."

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!

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!"

Goblin Nut Slayer

 

Despite the protests of the younger, less experienced adventurers behind her, the half-elf strode into the cave with seeming abandon.
"Wait!" Cried the meek girl behind her, "You don't know what's in there!"
The ranger scoffed a little at that and turned to face the girl.
The younger girl was dainty and seemed frail, her shoulder length orange hair framed her face in a manner that made her look even younger than she truly was.
She wore a long purple robe with some arcane scrawlings on it over a simple deep blue tunic. On her face she wore a pair of spectacles that seemed to magnify her already large eyes.
She looked every bit the apprentice mage she was.
The half-elf gave her a reassuring smile, after what this girl had seen it was only natural she'd be worried about anyone wondering into a goblin nest.
"Trust me, this isn't the first time I've cleared out some goblins. Don't worry about me and just keep an eye out for yourself alright?"
The ranger turned her attention to the mage's male companion.
He was about the same height as the half-elf, but even beneath his boiled leather armor you could see the bulging of hard corded muscle. The brawler was still a youth as evident by his smooth and hairless face.
The hair on the top of his head was black and kept short and spiked.
His eyes weren't much lighter than his hair and his coloration gave him a brooding, pensive aura.
"Same goes for you too."
With that the veteran turned back to the scared girl, gave her a wink and resumed her path into the cave.
The young mage turned to her the brawler who knew the dangers of the cave just as well as she did as if to tell him go do something.
He shrugged at her, "I mean look at her she's armed to the teeth.
The spear, that bow and a dagger. Plus all the odd trinkets she's got on her person.
She's confident in her ability and who am I to tell her any differently."
The mage huffed at that, clearly unsatisfied by his cop-out response.
They both hurried after the veteran adventurer not wanting to fall very far behind.
As they walked through the cave system, the mage couldn't help but look over ranger, she just seemed to half this aura of authority that drew the shy girl to her.
The half-elf had her raven hair in a ponytail with one of the bangs in an ornate braided pattern.
She had an armor that mixed fur and chain mail for something light and yet still protective. Around her waist she wore a fur skirt that protected and obscured her legs.
The mage's eyes drifted over to any part of her body with exposed skin.
The ranger was clearly well trained, her tanned body and corded muscle spoke of hard labor underneath the sun.
Suddenly the mage realized that the half-elf's piercing gray eyes were starring back at her,
"How long are you going to stare at me?" Said the veteran with a wink.
The young mage began to stutter and felt her face turn flush "O-oh, I was just erm…"
That got a laugh from the ranger,
"Don't sweat it, it's only natural you'd be curious about the gear of someone who's been adventuring for a while now."
"Y-yes." Was all the mage managed, who now couldn't bring herself to look anywhere else except the floor.
The ranger navigated the winding tunnel system with surprising efficiency, everything about her movements seemed practiced and deliberate.
The brawler was truly shocked at the difference between how quickly she was traveling through the goblin's nest as compared to how his own party had.
Then the veteran stopped for a moment, her pointed ears perking up at some noise neither of the other two could hear.
With a raised hand she bayed both of them to come to a halt.
For a moment all three of them stood in long silence with nobody daring to move an inch.
Suddenly in an explosion of movement the ranger tossed her torch far down the long passageway, landing with a clack and illuminating a small crevice previously not seen.
Both of the two rookie adventurers eyes widened.
The moment they had stumbled into the cave, the goblins were watching them, funneling them into choke-points, like lambs to the slaughter and then striking when their guard was down.
They had been the goblins prey. Not the other way around.
The brawler felt a lump jump into his throat and the apprentice mage barely stifled a cry when a goblin actually did scurry out from the crevice!
They were ugly things, their large heads tended to wobble above their undersized bodies. Their ears were long and pointed and their noses either bulbous or long and sharp were always oversized on their faces.
It wore little more than a ragged loincloth, exposing most of it's dirty and grimy green flesh.
With a cry the little creature charged the ranger with a club in it's hand, furious at having it' hiding spot exposed.
Panic filled the rookies at the sight of the creature, memories of their previous encounter flooded their minds.
With a smirk, the ranger readied her spear, holding it low to the ground to goad the creature in.
The goblin leaped for her, letting out a thunderous screech with its club raised over it's head!
Only too late did the goblin realize it's error.
The ranger snapped her spear up, the goblin couldn't evade the attack, having over commuted to it's own.
Sharp as a whip crack the haft of the spear came hurtling into the goblin's barely protected baby-makers!
*CRACK!*
For a brief moment the echo of the strike was the only sound that could be heard and it sounded down the entirety of the cave system.
The goblin's war cry shot up two octaves and turned into something more of a pathetic squeal.
Blinding, white-hot pain coursed through the lower half of the goblin and it began hopping up and down while holding it's floppy, bruised plums in an attempt to soothe the pain.
Even though it was a loathsome goblin, the brawler couldn't help but feel for the creature as he knew just how terrible that male pain was.
The young mage could hardly process what she was seeing, she knew it hurt boys to be hit between the legs but she never thought to use that sort of tactic against monsters.
While the goblin was holding its aching nads, the practiced ranger used the end of her spear to slip under and pull off the creatures filthy loincloth.
Out flopped the creatures now low hanging fruit, exposed and now much easier to target.
Before the goblin could catch it's breath further, the ranger knocked the creature's legs to the side with her spear.
Once again the goblin found itself in a position were it's legs were spread and the deadly warriors weapon laid right underneath it's goblin-balls!
*WHAM!*
Again, quick as lightning came the spear haft right up, the hard wood squashing the goblin's man-berries.
The attack hit the creatures nutbag right in the middle, causing the creatures balls to bulge out on either end.
The DNA-containing orbs struggled hopelessly for anyway out from the crushing pressure beneath them.
The goblin's shrieks again reached a new octave as new waves of nut agony enveloped its whole lower half..

This time the little green creature fell to the ground and curled up into a ball and began to convulse from the pain.
The ranger then let her spear drop to the floor and approached the downed goblin.
Both the other party members began to protest but were brushed away with a wave of the hand
"Trust me he's not gonna get up anytime soon! He's completely harmless at this point. But I'm not done with him yet."
With that she turned her attention back to the goblin, leaving the two rookies to exchange nervous glances between each other.
The veteran crouched down next to the floored goblin who was still squeaking in pain and cradling it's aching gonads.
Goblin's weren't particularly strong on their own and this one's strength was being sapped by the blinding agony radiating from it's groin so it was an easy task to swat it's hands away from it's nethers.
With that the half-elf got her hands in a vice grip around the goblin's knackers.
She gripped the goblin's ballbag with crushing pressure and looked at the creature's ever widening eyes.
At this point the rookie brawler couldn't help but cover his own groin in fear and sympathy pain, drawing a giggle from his sorceress companion.
The ranger kept up her iron grip and spoke to the goblin in it's strange and guttural language.The goblin seemed to respond in part words and the other part in shrieks, pointing down the winding cave and making wild gestures.
Another stream of words from the ranger and the goblin barked out it's response.For a moment the ranger relaxed her grip and the goblin seemed to catch it's breath, tears in it's strange goat-pupiled eyes.
Suddenly before the goblin could recover the ranger redoubled her squeezing, digging her fingers into the battered testicles of the creature.
The goblin's eyes began to roll back into it's head as the pain radiating from it's nuts spread into its gut and down to its feet.
"Just....a little...more!" Growled the ranger as she squeezed down with seemingly infernal strength.
*SPLUUURT!* *SPLAT!*
Both the goblin's balls gave out, and were ground to paste underneath the half-elf's prodding fingers.
The goblin completely passed out, the pain of being neutered overwhelming the creature's brain.
"Gods couldn't you have just slain it normally!" Shrieked a now obviously terrified brawler.
The ranger looked at him and gave him a quizzical look,
"This is just the most effective way, it takes them down the fastest and on the off chance one lives and gets away...Well it won't make anymore goblins to worry about." With that she laughed and went to pick up her spear.
"Oh! That actually makes a lot of sense!" Beamed the mage, enamored with how well the confident half-elf handled herself.
"Plus when I think of what they've done to their captives. Pretty much every goblin deserves that anyway."
With a renewed pace the ranger began making her way down the winding tunnel once more.
"He told me which paths to follow and if his information is accurate, there should be about four more goblins up ahead."
The mage looked at her in shock, "Wow! I thought goblin's weren't really the negotiating sort."
"Well they'll practically do anything you ask if you've got their balls in your hand. All I had to do was tell him I'd spare his baby-makers if he squealed on the other goblins here. I might have lied to him but hey I got my information!"
The brawler couldn't believe what he was hearing, his stomach had began to hurt just from seeing the torture the goblin had been put through.
Was this ranger really some seasoned hero?
Further into the tunnels they delved, their first set of torches beginning to burn low.
"These damn things are like labyrinth." Remarked the brawler.
The ranger nodded, "It's the most common type of goblin home. They like any place they can lure prey in and lose its orientation. Remember, goblin's aren't the fair fighting sort, they'll kill you when your guard is down."
"Heh, you don't sa-" The brawler's words were cut off by a noise behind them.
Out rushed another goblin from an previously unseen passageway, trying to ambush them.
This one rushed up to the brawler, who went to kick at the thing on instinct.
His strong leg swung over the head of the goblin.
As his limb sailed over the creature he realized something different about this goblin.
It was a female.
Now perfectly exposed, the female goblin swung her club directly into the brawler's balls!
*THWACK!*
The thick gnarled wood slammed right into the adventurer's balls, flattening them against his pelvis and making his eyes water.
His stomach churned and his legs started to shake as soon as the excrutiating nut pain flared up.
Still he managed to gather himself enough to catch the goblin's crudgel and lift the weapon and it's bearer into the air.
With focused anger he punched the goblin directly in the stomach, slamming it against the adjacent wall and disarming it.
The goblin slid to the floor and didn't make any more movements.
The brawler let the club clatter to the ground and took a deep breath to compose himself.
As he looked up he saw the goblin leap for him, this time she had a dagger in hand.
The tiny goblinoid had launched her whole body at the warrior and her knee landed smack on the adventurer's tender jewels.
*BAM!*
It was enough to take him off his feet on onto his back. He lie there for a moment groaning from the pain.
The cry escaped his lips before he even knew he was making a sound,
"Oooohhhhhhhh"
His senses snapped back when he felt a sharp point against his groin.
The brawler screamed when he saw the goblin had placed it's dagger just against his balls and was taking aim.
The goblin reeled the weapon over its head and then stabbed down at the adventurer.
In that moment the brawler couldn't help but flinch at the oncoming horrific pain.
"NOOOOO!" He screamed as loud as he could
He heard something fly through the air just above him and yelped again as his balls suffered just a knick from the knife.
When he opened his eyes again the blade had stabbed through his trousers but only just pierced his scrotum and the goblin lie dead on the ground with an arrow in its heart.
The brawler turned around to see the ranger rush over and pluck the arrow from the downed goblin.
"Watch yourself better next time!" She said sharply..
The boy hardly heard her words as the pain from his groin flooded over him and his vision blurred.
Then he could no longer stay conscious and his head smacked against the stone floor with a hard
*clack!*
In an instant the ranger had her bow drawn again, checking everywhere for any other signs of goblins.
"What should we do!" Cried the obviously shaken mage.
"We'll have to go on without him, don't worry, I doubt they'll be anymore scouts coming down this passage. Well just have to clear all the other ones out ourselves.
Again they set off down the corridor, the mage giving occasional glances back towards her downed companion.
That's when the shy girl realized she had been this deep into the cavern before, this was close to where they had to live the other girl of the party behind.
As she scanned over everything she saw two shapes up ahead of them,
one was smaller and the other lie flat against the floor.
It couldn't be, She thought to herself before running in that direction.
"Hey wait!" Cried the ranger behind her.
The apprentice mage rushed over to the shape on the floor.
It was the cleric of her party! She had been left in the same spot!
The mage's heart sank when she saw what the goblin's had done to her.
Her clothes had been completely torn off and scars covered most of her body.
The blonde cleric's breathing was incredibly faint but she was *alive*
Now filled with adrenaline, the mage recognized this in all but an instant and turned to face the other shape near her.
It was another goblin, which had its tongue lulled out of it's mouth and was just pulling up it's loincloth.
A new found anger burned in the apprentice mage and she turned her fury to an approaching goblin.
It rushed at her, drawing a shortsword that gleamed cruelly in the dim light.
Before she knew what she was doing, the mage thrust forward with butt-end of her staff.
*CRACK!*
The goblin squeaked in pain as it's nuts were jabbed back against its body by the staff!
The green-skinned creature reeled back in pain and looked as if it were about to swoon.
With an outstretched hand the mage began casting a spell.
Arcane energy gathered at her finger tips, a low crackling could be heard as the power built up.
"Magic Missile!" The redhead cried pointing her hand towards the goblin's bruised groin!
Twisting translucent bolts of energy streaked through the air for a moment before each one simultaneously struck the goblin's balls!
*BAM!* *BAM!*
The first bolt was enough to blow the goblin's loincloth clean off!
But before it could even recover from the first strike, the second bolt struck the goblin cleanly in its nutbag!
After the dust settled, the goblin stood for a moment, staring at the mage with narrowed eyes.
It's entire sack had been destroyed by the arcane spell, where once dangled its ballsack, now hung open air.
There was a pause that felt like it went on for an eternity and then the goblin fell flat on it's face and stopped moving.
The veteran adventurer eventually caught up to the mage and clapped her on the shoulder,
"That was pretty good rookie!"
The mage turned around and gave her a smile but it faded quickly, "I have to get her out of here."
"I understand, get the other guy out of here too while you're at it, I'll handle the rest of this."
"Uhm Miss." Managed the mage, as the ranger turned to leave.
"Yes?"
"Be careful"
The half-elf woman smiled, "Don't worry about me dear, they should fear me more than I fear them."
Now it was just the ranger, she couldn't help but admit to herself it was nice to have an adventuring party like she used too.
Oh well
She thought, I've done this sort of thing plenty of times alone too, now I have to get some payback for that poor cleric.
She took out a luminescent green rod from one of the pouches at her belt and used it's soft illumination to see.
Quiet as the shadows the ranger slunk down the rest of the winding passageway. Eventually the path opened up into a larger chamber.
With the dim light from her firefly-stick she could just make out two figures.....one seemed much larger than usual.
"Must be a hobgoblin or even a bugbear." The ranger thought to herself.
She didn't give it too much thought though, now was a time for action.
A flick of the wrist sent the glowstick tumbling past the smaller figure drawing its attention.
With the whole chamber now bathed in the gentle green glow she could easily make out the goblin and it's larger hobgoblin companion.
With practiced swiftness the woman unslung the bow from her shoulder and knocked an arrow.
She only took a moment to aim and then let the arrow fly.
CHOOM
The missile sailed swift and stuck true.
The goblin's nutbag was pierced and pinned the creature to the floor.
With a horrible shriek the goblin began to squirm and struggle for freedom.
In it's panic the creature tore off it's loincloth, allowing the archer a better look at her shot.
It had pierced above both balls but had completely torn through the flesh it had struck.
She saw her opportunity and ran further into the chamber with her knife drawn.
*SHNICK!*
With a swift flash of the knife, the goblin's whole meatbag was severed just below the arrow!
That was another one incapacitated.
All this happened before the hobgoblin even could process what was occurring but now it had its bearings about it!
An odd sight with it's orange skin the creature stood taller than the ranger by about a head.
It drew a longsword from it's side and grinned cruelly at the warrior before it.
The ranger decided to strike first, she rushed in and stabbed at the beast with her knife multiple times.
Each thrust was easily slapped away by the flat of the hobgoblin's blade.
This creature was stronger than ordinary goblins and clearly had honed its own combat skills.
It was the hob's turn to go on the offensive as it struck out with the longsword.
The ranger just barely managed to avoid the sweeping slash, earning her a knick on the cheek.
The sting of the wound took her attention away from the goblinoid for only a moment.
But that was enough.
The ugly, orange-skinned creature tripped up the feet of the ranger with its own leg, causing the woman to fall flat on her back.
Even the seasoned warrior started to feel alarmed and shaky when she saw the hobgoblin standing over her.
The creature seemed to be enjoying itself, licking it's lips with perverse intention.
It bent down and ripped away her the fur skirt about her waist and the cloth underneath.
Now her bare slit was only covered by one of her hands, the rest of her nude body lie out and exposed.
The hobgoblin held the sword in one hand and slid off his own garments with the other.
The vile creature reached out for her leg in an attempt to spread them.
The ranger's smile came back then as she saw her chance.
Her leg shot out and her heel crushed the creatures dangling balls back against its body.
The hobgoblin let out a pained groan as its squishy eggs were pressed underneath the heel of the ranger.
The seasoned warrior ground her heel back and forth, twisting and churning the jewels redoubling the pain over and over.
She reeled her leg back once more and then launched it into the goblinoids, dangling orange balls once again.
It squeaked in pain and stumbled backwards, clutching its cracked almonds.
They had already started to swell and turn an obvious purple color.
"Ooooooh. Poor guy." Said the ranger with mock sympathy, crossing her legs and mimicking the bent over position she had seen so many males take after being cracked in the nads.
The anger at being mocked blocked out the screaming pain in the hobgoblin's baby-makers for a moment.
It lunged at the half-elf, both it's hands outstretched to choke her.
She ducked out of the way of the creatures grasp and kneed it right in it's now low hanging grabs!
*WHACK!*
Her bony knee easily squashed the jiggling orbs, pressing them mercilessly against the creatures pelvis.
The creature started to shudder and stumbled falling flat on it's back.
This time the half-elf was quicker and her stomping foot found the creatures balls before it could cover them up.
"Well....." She chuckled in between long breaths, "Not a boy for much longer!"
She kept stomping the hobgoblin's nads against the rough stony floor.
Each brutal slam of the heel, causing the testicles to lose just a little more of their defined shape.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK!!!*
The hobgoblin was howling now, half choked screams of desperation to spare it's virility.
The ranger didn't care, she let the goblinoid look over her whole nude lower half as she stomped it's male organs into the dirt.
She took joy in watching the foul thing stare at her perfectly smooth slit as it's own dangling genitals were pulverized.
"Sorry," She said with that same tone of mock sympathy, "Just be born better next time!"
With a wink she brought her foot down on the creatures, mostly deflated balls.
*SPLORT!*
She felt both of the tender orbs explode underneath her foot, she pulped the remains with her foot just to make sure the thing was fully castrated.
The hobgoblin's head fell to the floor and it passed out, either into unconsciousness or an even greater sleep.
The half-elf didn't care to check.
She gathered herself and wrapped herself in what little clothes of hers she could salvage and began her her way out of the cave.
When she finally saw the mouth of the tunnel system, three figures were standing to greet her.
It was the adventuring party, waving and cheering for her as she walked towards them.
The mage ran up to her with the cleric following closely just behind her.
It seemed the cleric was even shier than the mage for she was gripping onto the back of the arcane spellcasters robe and spoke with her head towards the ground.
"T-thank you so much for saving me."
The ranger gave her a smile, "Hey no need to thank me for doing the right thing."
"A-also we were wondering if...uhm..maybe we could."
"Join you." Said the brawler, finishing the cleric's sentence for her.
The half-elf laughed, "It's been a long time since I've had a party to adventure with," She looked at them all long and hard for a moment, "Alright, I suppose it couldn't hurt."
The three rookies let out a small cheer.
"I guess this means we should finally introduce ourselves properly!" Exclaimed the mage, a bubbliness returning to her demeanor.
"I'm Myra, the dummy who almost got himself killed is Tormat-"
"Hey!" Cried the brawler "You could at least show me a little sympathy
"Aaaand," Said Myra, ignoring the boy's words "Our cleric's name is Stepphe."
All three of them looked expectantly at the half-elf.
"Names Lathriel, don't forget it."
And with that the half-elf turned to make her way back towards civilization, her new party in tow.