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DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All characters and events depicted are completely fictitious…obviously.
CONTENT WARNING: If the title didn’t already give it away, this is a BDSM story. It will include fetishes such as femdom, CBT, humiliation, and chastity just to name a few. Mainly though, it is a ballbusting story. Not only is our hapless hero going to get his huge testicles pummeled with cartoonish levels of violence, he is actually going to enjoy it! If that doesn’t sound like your thing, maybe hit the back arrow on your browser.
LITERARY WARNING: The storyline here dances a fine line between silly and just plain stupid. What little plot exists is solely there to move our protagonist along from one comedically over-the-top predicament to the next. If you are looking for the next erotic, literary masterpiece, this ain’t it.
BONUS WARNING: Lucky you! You get an extra warning this chapter! This chapter introduces some ‘family fun’. It includes MF/m domination and M/m ballbusting. Enjoy!
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Max biked through the open gate to his large, three story rural home. (Max’s step-mom had done well for herself in the divorce settlement.) Max’s journey home from the dean’s office had been the typical harrowing experience. He went through the ritual of begging the beautiful dean for his clothes back, only to be denied as usual because, in her words, ‘if she just gave him his clothes back he wouldn’t learn his lesson.’
Mrs. Miller had been extra sweet though, and had given him the lacy red panties she was wearing as a birthday gift. She had even put them on Max herself, while both she and the dean laughed hysterically. As an article of clothing they had failed miserably, with Max’s huge cock protruding over the top of them by at least a foot, and his two giant, swollen red testicles bulging out on either side. Max was still incredibly grateful though, and couldn’t wait to sniff them nonstop as soon as he got home.
Being late October, it was dark and chilly by the time Max had got outside. Clad in only the tiny red panties, he had stuck to the shadows as he made his way to where he parked his bicycle that morning. Thankfully, since it was a Friday night, the campus had been a ghost down. He still had to worry about the town’s lovely ladies in uniform though. The local police department (which strangely enough seemed to be staffed exclusively by beautiful, blonde amazons) always enjoyed giving Max a hard time. Worse still, he had heard in the news that the police department had just been issued new taser guns; Max was terrified! He wasn’t necessarily terrified like any sane person in his position would be. To him, it was more like a scary new rollercoaster, both exhilarating and horrifying, that he knew he would have to ride eventually…whether he wanted to or not.
Max’s house was just a few miles outside town. Through a combination of thinking of nothing but baseball and dead kittens, Max had been able to avoid getting any erections during his journey home. He knew from experience that his enormous hard-on made it almost impossible to ride a bike. Thankfully, the roads out of town had been mostly empty. Max only had to drive his bike into the ditch a couple times to avoid being seen by passing cars. However, even those couple times had still been murder on his balls, which were still throbbing from the punishment Monica had dished out in the locker room earlier that afternoon.
Not seeing his step-mom’s car in the driveway, Max left the gate open. He walked his bike to the side of the house and leaned it against the building. Standing under the bright porch light, he looked down at his jumbo wiener flopping out the top of Mrs. Miller’s little panties. The bulbous mushroom-head of his cock was crisscrossed with welts and bruises. He loved the way it looked! Even just admiring Mrs. Miller’s handiwork with a ruler caused his penis to begin to grow.
Max had been extra on edge lately. For the last two weeks leading up to his birthday, Max’s step-mom had absolutely forbid him from jacking off. For a boy with testicles the size of small plums, this was no easy task. She wouldn’t even tell him why, or what she had planned. She just kept saying it was a surprise and beylikdüzü escort that he would have to wait and see.
Max turned over the welcome mat by the front door and found the spare set of house keys. Given the shocking amount of times Max had arrived home completely nude over the past couple years, having a spare set had really come in handy. Max stuck the key in the deadbolt only to find that the door was already unlocked.
Entering into the dark living room, he made sure to lock the door behind him. He could have sworn he locked it before he left that morning. He set the letter and box the dean had given him down on the bench by the door. Remembering his exciting new birthday present, he quick stepped out of Mrs. Miller’s panties. He really hoped he hadn’t gotten too much ball sweat on them during the ride home. He stumbled his way across the pitch dark living room in the direction of the light switch. He flicked on the lights, illuminating the room for just a fraction of a second before what felt like a steaming freight train collided with his aching ballsack. Max let out a surprised squeal before crumpling to the carpeted floor below.
“Nut Shot!” Bellowed a voice Max recognized as belonging to his older step-brother, Jake. Max let out a pathetic half-laugh, half-groan. It was good to see that after almost two years of pummeling his younger brother’s jewels every chance he got, Jake hadn’t lost his enthusiasm for good nut punt. Despite a rocky start to their relationship, Max had become quite fond of his older step-brother over the years. To be certain, Jake did have something of a temper, but at the same time Max was an extreme masochist with two enormous targets, always ripe for abuse, dangling between his legs. So, in some ways, theirs was rather a symbiotic relationship. Even now, while still moaning and writhing around on the floor, Max’s monster cock was already growing. Max couldn’t wait to find out what he had done to piss off his older brother this time, or, more importantly, how Jake was going to make him pay for it!
“So…” Jake began, towering over his younger brother, “I heard some little pervert was snooping around the women’s locker room again.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Max moaned. He knew protesting wouldn’t do him any good, but it was all part of the game. “Bullies shoved me in that locker.”
“Really?” Jake laughed. Bending over, he snatched Mrs. Miller’s red panties from Max’s hand. “Did the bullies also give you these?”
Max didn’t know what to say. He could tell his brother the truth, knowing that he almost certainly wouldn’t believe him. However, on the odd chance he did, Max didn’t want to get Mrs. Miller into any trouble. Faculty giving used undergarments to students definitely broke a couple rules, so he did didn’t want that rumor going around.
“You screwed me over really good this time you little pervert,” Jake said calming, while lowering himself and taking a seat on his younger brother’s bare back. “Stephanie found out you were my step-brother, and now she doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“You were dating Stephanie from the softball team?” Max wheezed. At 6’3 and 220lbs of muscles, Jake was a giant when compared to Max. He towered over his younger brother by nearly a foot, and had almost 100lbs on him.
“Dating is such a strong word,” Jake responded. “I would put it more like…I was fucking her.” Flattened against the carpet, Max huge dick began twitching just at the mere mention of fucking the big-titted freshman.
“I like to keep my options open,” Jake paused, before delivering his punch line. “You know how that is, right?”
Jake laughed hysterically at his own joke. Max gasped for air. Max’s enormous penis throbbed with delight.
“Of course, that’s over now,” Jake growled, all the humor instantly leaving his voice. “You know you’re going to pay for fucking me over like that.”
“No, please! I’m so sorry Jake, I didn’t mean to…” Max moaned, trying to act as pathetic as possible. “Please, my poor balls can’t take anymore!” The playacting was all part of the fun. In truth, Max couldn’t wait for his brother to start exacting his revenge on his swollen testicles.
“Come on,” Jake said, rising to his beylikdüzü escort feet. “Present them now. With the mood I’m in, it would be smart not to keep me waiting.”
Max rose to his knees and spread his legs, burying his face in the carpet. He let out a few exaggerated whimpers just for effect. His whole body was shaking with excitement; he hoped Jake read it as fear. The best part though was the tension of not knowing when it was coming. Max could just picture Jake taking his time and lining up the crosshairs on his massive nuts, which by now were so bloated and red that they probably looked a lot like two ripe tomatoes to his older brother.
When Jake’s foot finally slammed into Max’s exposed testicles, it came with such force that it took his younger brother’s knees clean off the ground. Max came crashing down on his stomach and just lay there a moment, twitching and gasping for air. It had been a truly epic kick; Max couldn’t wait for the next one!
“My balls…my poor, poor balls” Max whined, while the same time rising back to his knees and spreading his legs with no prompting.
“Oh, shut up, you little freak!” Jake laughed. “You know you fucking like it.”
Max’s face turned bright red, and he felt a twinge of anger. As much as Max craved abuse, he would never admit it, not to college girls, not to the dean, and, sure as hell, not to his own step-brother. No matter how hard his cock got, or how much it leaked, he would deny everything. Over the past year two years, Max had clung desperately to this last shred of dignity.
“Yeah…well if I like it so much, why are you doing it?” Max asked in a defiant tone.
Jake grumbled, searching for a retort. Finding none, he instead pulled his foot back.
“Oh my god!” Sarah shrieked. “What are you doing, Jake?!” Max spun his head around to see his step-mother practically sprinting down the hall towards the living room. Even in her thick fall sweater, Max couldn’t help but notice how her heavy breast bounced up and down as she approached. In all the evening’s excitement, he hadn’t even heard his mom’s car pull into the garage.
“How many times…seriously…how many times…” She paused, stopping to rummage around inside the dryer, “have I told you to put down a towel if you are going to roughhouse with Max?” ‘Roughhousing’ was the euphemism Sarah used for whenever Jake was pounding on his younger brother.
“I just had the carpet washed last week,” Sarah went on, while laying a bath towel underneath Max’s leaking dick. “I don’t want this little slug, birthday or not…” she paused and gave Max a smile and a kiss on the forehead, “dirtying it up right way.”
“Sorry Ma,” Jake replied, looking sheepishly at the floor. Jake was always well-mannered when it came to his mother.
“It’s alright. Just remember in the future, or I’m going to have you pay for the next carpet cleaning,” Sarah said with grin. “So what did he do this time?”
“The little shit was in the women’s locker room again,” Jake replied, the anger in his voice returning.
“Really? Again Max?” Sarah asked, sitting down on the living room couch. The tone of her voice sounded more amused than disappointed.
“If he wants to go into the girl’s locker room so bad, I thought I’d help by turning him into a girl!” Jake snarled, while at the same time ramming his foot once more into his brother’s bare testicles.
“Bullseye!” Max squeaked, his voice an octave higher, before collapsing into the fetal position. Sarah started giggling; a smirk even flickered briefly across Jake’s scowling face.
Max spent a moment flopping around on the carpet clutching his enormously swollen balls. However, just as soon as the pain had subsided enough for Max to form coherent thoughts, he was right back on his knees again, his legs spread even wider than before.
“Honey, you really think that’s safe?” Sarah asked, as Jake lined up his next shot. Max and Jake both gave their mother the exact same confused look.
“Well…I just mean you spent most of last year’s basketball season on the bench with an injured ankle. You really think that’s a good idea?” Sarah said, pointing down at Jake’s bare right foot. “At the very least, you should have some beylikdüzü escort ankle support.”
“I’m sorry Jake, I didn’t even think about your ankle,” Max groaned, not wanting to pass up this unique opportunity for even further humiliation. “I would feel just awful if you hurt yourself kicking my pathetic nuts.”
“Max, could be a sweetie and go fetch Jake’s shoes?” Sarah said. Her voice sounded completely serious, but Max couldn’t help but notice a sly grin spread across his step-mom’s face. Max’s response was less subtle yet, as his monster rod began literally pulsating with excitement.
Max started crawling on his hands and knees across the carpet towards where his brother’s shoes were laying. Truth be told, while his legs felt somewhat rubbery, he was probably still more than capable of walking; crawling just made it so much more fun.
“Max!” Sarah said with an urgency that made Max spin his head around. “Remember the carpet!” His mom’s grin had evolved into a devilish smile.
Max knew exactly what his mom wanted him to do. He picked his left hand up off the carpet as his cock trembled with eager anticipation. Rubbing his pointer finger back and forth across his dick slit, it wasn’t long before Max’s finger was thoroughly lubricated with precum. Max took a deep breath, as he began shoving his finger up his own cock hole. There was a little resistance at first, but it wasn’t long before Max’s monster cock had greedily devoured his whole finger, up to the knuckle. Although it didn’t hurt that bad, Max still whined and sniveled throughout the whole process, mostly for the entertainment of his mom and brother.
“Oooh, all the way up to the knuckle,” Sarah chuckled, with a sadistic glint in her eye. “I’m very impressed!”
“Hope you enjoy that,” Jake added with a snicker. “That’s probably the only kind of fucking that freak dick of yours is ever going to get.”
With the rest of his family still laughing at him, Max continued crawling awkwardly with only one hand towards Jake’s shoes. Arriving at the size 13 sneakers, Max briefly considered his options. He could probably grab them in his right hand and still be able to crawl back, but what fun would that be? Instead he stuck his face right into his brother’s stinky old sneakers, fitting the lining of both shoes in his teeth. Completely naked, his left pointer finger buried in his cock, and carrying his brother’s shoes in his mouth, Max slowly crawled back to where his brother was standing.
“You better not have gotten any drool on them,” Jake said with a sneer as he took the shoes from Max and began putting them on.
“Max, you tend to flop around a lot when you and your brother roughhouse,” Sarah said, trying her best to stifle any giggles. She pointed his impaled cock. “Why don’t you keep your finger up there just in case you roll off the towel.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Max replied, eager to please his mother. Crawling back over the towel, he positioned himself into a tripod, burying his head in the crook of his right arm.
“Is there anything you’d like to say to your brother, Max?” Sarah asked, again trying her best not to laugh. Max could see she was having as much fun with this as he was. God how he loved her!
“I’m sorry I got you in trouble with Stephanie, really I am. I’d do anything to make it up to you” Max paused, as his perverted little mind came up with a brilliant idea that he thought would make everyone happy. “What if you taped it?”
“Taped it?” Jake asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“Yeah, taped it!” Max said, becoming increasing thrilled with his own idea for even further degradation. He could just imagine how a video like that would spread around campus like wildfire. “Maybe if you showed Stephanie that you had taught me a lesson she would forgive you.”
“That’s a great idea, Max!” Sarah said excitedly, pulling out her cell. “I can record it on my phone.”
“Hmmm…that might just work,” Jake chuckled.
“Just remember,” Max said, feeling goose bumps form all over his naked body as he spoke, “she’ll be more likely to forgive you is if you absolutely pulverize my sorry balls. No matter how much I squeal, shriek, or beg, you need to pound my nuts like never before. After all, it’s what I deserve for being such a gross pervert and creeping on the girl’s locker room.
“Trust me,” Jake said with a cruel smile, while at the same grinding his right shoe into his brother’s battered testicles. “That won’t be a problem.”
Max was shaking like a leaf with excitement when the beep from his mom’s phone told him they had started recording.