Sia busts her brother for revenge

No castration in this one I promise. Hope you enjoy this little story. 



I had just turned 19. Most people would be celebrating their birthday with their friends. I decided to ballbust a guy. But it wasn't just any guy. I knew him, and knew him very well. It was my older brother. But I assure you all. He deserved it. Deserved every single bit of retribution he got. 


It began the week before my birthday. It seemed so strange I had to think before I was sure. My new boots I had brought had been moved. They were left just inside my room as always. But I always had them upright ready to put on. Only this time they were in the wrong order so if I put them on they'd be on the wrong feet. Someone had put them back wrong. I picked them up and I could smell a faint but unmistakable scent of cum. I knew it could only be one person. My brother Kyle. You see, it was just me, Kyle and my mom who lived here. I knew I had to get revenge, he had ruined my boots before I had even broken them in. I decided to bide my time and investigate further. 


It wasn't tough, all it took was checking his laptop when he left it open to go to the toilet. And a hidden camera in my room confirmed he was taking my boots and replacing them several hours later. The absolute bastard. He may have been two years older but that doesn't excuse him. 

Although finding out he was into ballbusting, especially with boots, gave me the best idea for revenge. 


My brother was going to experience first hand how hard a pair of boots can hit his balls. 


It happened last night. It was an experience I will never forget. Let me tell you all what happened. 


My parents went away for the weekend and left us alone at home. No issue as we're both adults now. My brother was in his room and I decided to put on some boots I borrowed from my friend Leanne. You see all my boots are knee high and tend to be flat or cowboy boots. I wanted a pair like those he watched in the videos online. So I put on these blue leather boots, they were thigh high and had a pointy toe and a 4in heel. Stiletto of course. Blue boots for some blue balls! 


I wore nothing else other than a bikini. Not to be erotic just for maneuverability purposes. I wanted to kick and knee freely, it was my first time after all. I walked into his room and he was on his laptop masturbating. This was too easy! 


"Yuck, that's disgusting! What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled as he quickly threw off his earphones and tried to pull his pants back up. 


"What the fuck, Sia. Why didn't you knock?" He replies suddenly looking round at me after his less than regal attempt to save his modesty. It was then he saw my boots. His eyes popped. I saw a hint of shame at being caught wanking mixed with clear excitement at seeing my boots.


"I did knock you perv. But you were too busy wanking to that disgusting filth to hear me." His face went red with shame. I decided to press my advantage whilst I was in the zone. 


"Also, why the fuck have you been stealing my boots and cumming all over them?" I crossed my hands to show my disapproval. He was beginning to get flustered. 


"I-I-I haven't. What are you talking about?" He was struggling now. I didn't see the point in arguing. I was eager to get started.


"I've hidden a camera in my room and caught you taking them. And they stink of cum and you even missed some of the stains". His face admitted his guilt as his head sunk down. He knew I wouldn't lie about the camera. "Also, I see the videos you've been watching. If you don't want me to tell everyone you know, family and friends, then you'll listen to what I have to say."


"Fuck Sia. Why would you do this to me?" He really had to ask! "Because, clearly you need some discipline. And I want my boots to stop getting ruined by you!". He had no response to this. 


"So listen real well. You're going to take some real punishment from these boots of mine. Take off your clothes and get on your knees." I know he's about to defy my orders so I pressed my right boot hard into his groin before he had a chance to get off his seat. "You have ten seconds otherwise I'll call my friends over to help me, and I'll tell Mom!". 


Finally he took off his clothes and got on his knees. "Right, you'll refer to me as 'goddess' at all times when you're expected to speak. Do what I tell you at all times. Any disobedience will result in further punishment and a call to a friend to come over and assist me. And we both know that won't be good for you. Do you understand me?". He looked me straight in the eyes. Fear cascading through them. "Yes goddess".


"Spread your legs and beg me to kick you in the balls big brother". He looks at me with pleading in his eyes. My eyes, attitude and demeanor are cold as ice. "Please kick me in the balls goddess". 


*smack* *smack* *smack*


I manage three snap kicks into his balls before he falls forward onto the floor clutching his balls. His body is shaking as he is gasping for air. "Fucking hell Sis, Jesus that fucking hurt" he pants, clearly not expecting the pain to be as intense as it was. I was caught up with the euphoria of the power that had made me feel deep inside. I never thought of myself as dominant, but this feeling was making me feel wet. I wanted more, the adrenaline was a powerful drug that was reeling me in. The feeling of his balls against my boot as I hit it, the way it constricted and then disappeared towards his pelvic bone. I needed more. 


"Get up slave, I'm not even close to being finished yet. Don't make me ask again!" I was beginning to feel more confident. Feel more relaxed within myself. Maybe I was born for this. Kyle reluctantly got back up. Embarrassed his little sister had floored him, but even more so about his sudden hard on. This fucking perv really needed to be taught a lesson. 


*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* 


I drove my boots hard into his balls. I was holding his body up with my hands preventing him from falling. Kyle was beginning to struggle as the screams of pain filled the bedroom. His body began shaking in fear as he watched my boot reel back and slam in hard again after each kick. But I was determined to keep my control going. I was enjoying the feeling of his balls smacking my boots. I loved the sound the strike was making. I was shocked at how accurate and how brutal I was being. This whole evening started as me desperate for revenge. But now it was becoming something I wanted to experience again and again in the future. A sadist was being born. Kyle was gasping for breath as I continued to assault his balls. 


*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* *thud*


After ten strikes in total I let him crumple to the ground. He was rolling around on the floor desperately trying to regain regular breathing as he held his breath for the kicks. Fighting the urge to laugh I watched Kyle make moaning sounds as he tried desperately hard to rid himself of the pain. His balls must be swelling now. But I had to keep going. It was one thing to give him a little pain, but I wanted to make sure he behaved from this point on. 


"Kyle, stand up and beg me to knee you on the balls. Don't you even dare say anything else. I'm not in the mood!"


He slowly stood up. I didn't hesitate and pushed him against the wall. I pressed my hands against his bare chest to keep him against the wall. I look him right in the eyes. 


"Now I'm going to crush your balls badly. I'm going to knee your balls as fast as I possibly can. Over and over again. Under no circumstances are you to make a sound or drop to the floor. Now look down at your pathetic cock perv. I want you to see all the knees I deliver." 


I could feel his body tense up in anticipation of thr torture he was about to endure. I didn't give a fuck about him or his balls now. It was all about my fun now. I waste no more time with deep thoughts I just got down to business. 


*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM* 


I got into a quick rhythm, one that was preventing him from falling even if he wanted to. I was kneeing him fast enough so that it wouldn't tire me out but hard enough so that he would feel the crunch of every since blow. My right knee was destroying Kyle and I was watching every knee I hit into his balls just like he was. But he couldn't see the swelling and bruising I was causing. But I could. It was a close second to the fucking amazing feeling I was getting connecting with his useless balls. With each strike I could feel his balls compress against my knee through my boots, each strike landing made me feel superior and strong. I felt like an empowered woman for the first time in my life. 


Kyle wasn't holding up so well. His moaning had turned to anguished grunts. Each devastating strike to his balls was depleting his strength. His hard on was now gone, diminished by the pain each blow was landing to his balls. He had never experienced pain like this in his life. He was an armchair fanatic but a complete novice when it came to actual experience. I glanced up at him and his eyes were glassy. His stare fixated on my knee smashing onto his balls. 


Finally after twenty minutes of furious blows I delivered one last one to his balls. I leave my knee firmly against his balls, crushing them against my powerful knee. "Kyle", I slap his face and he's brought back to reality as he yelps at the sudden blow. "Kyle, if you get hard again, I promise I'll give you a treat." It seemed to have the desired effect. As I rubbed my thigh up and down his balls and cock shaft he got hard almost instantly. 


"Down on your knees Kyle. This I like to call 'pain for pleasure', you'll get the gist of it soon enough." I walk over to a wooden chair he has in the corner of his room and bring it over to rest in front of Kyle. 


"Put your balls on the edge of the chair. I'm now going to crush your balls. But I'm not completely evil. I'll stop crushing your balls when you cum for me. I'll let you wank yourself off to speed it up. Now beg me to crush your balls and help you cum Kyle." 


Kyle places his balls on the edge of the chair. His arms and legs are twitching like mad, his strength and resistance completely gone. I knew I had broken him. 


"Please crush my balls and help me cum goddess." His obedience was a thing of beauty. I couldn't believe this teenage girl was completely in control of her brother. Now I had to complete my revenge. 


I was a cold hearted bitch I know. 


I place my boot sole slowly onto his swollen balls. I begin to increase the pressure. Kyle yelps in pain so I clasp my hand over his mouth. I whisper in his ear. "Now wank little perv, want for your goddess. I'm going to increase the pressure the longer you take."


He begins to furiously stroke his cock. His brain tells him he has to be fast and firm. My eyes are focused on my boots crushing his balls. I increase the pressure on his balls so that I'm using virtually all my strength on his balls. His cries against my hand clasped against his mouth increase. And as hard as he tries to cum his cock begins to go floppy. Unable to deal with the increase in pain against his balls. 


"Oh dear Kyle, that's not good is it? At this rate we'll be here all night waiting for you to cum." I laugh in his ear. My verbal assault against his manhood has the desired effect as he gets hard once again. It seems he likes being taunted and made to feel worthless. Interesting! 


As Kyle continues to edge himself to ejacuation I increase the pressure against his balls. Once again his cock begins to go floppy. I laugh once again and instead of easing off I stand up full weight on his balls. 


"Kyle, beg me to help you cum. Beg, beg, beg." I'm getting horny doing this and feeling his balls practically flatten under my boot is making me feel so sexually fulfilled it was the greatest moment of my life so far. Kyle has frantically grabbed my boots with both hands and is scrambling to try and shift my full weight off his balls. The frantic crying out and pain etched across his face tells me he'll agree to anything yo get me off his balls. 


"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please Sia, I'm begging you, help me cum, please get off my balls  Jesus!!" 


I reluctantly step back down and ease the pressure off his balls. I keep my boot sole firmly pressed against his balls making sure he knows I'm still in full control. I reach down and begin giving him a rough hand job. His cock is throbbing, begging to release the juices beginning to form. I feel his cock twitch and as he's about to cum I begin pumping his cock with my boot. Pressing down and lifting in rhythm with my hand. Gas pedaling his balls whilst milking his cock. 


"FUUCCCCKKKKKKK." 


Kyle shoots his cum all over face as he has his head bowed over his cock watching me crush his balls with my boot and wank him off with my small hand. I lift my boot off him finally and he crumples to the ground in an exhausted pathetic heap. I kneel down and speak in his ear. 


"Get some rest Kyle. We've got all weekend yet." He groans in defeat. 


"I'll spare you on one condition. You find me someone else to bust as often as I want. One of your friends. I know you can't be the only loser with this fetish." 


He didn't indicate he heard me so I walked out of his room. I spent over two hours masturbating over and over again. I cum multiple times and when I'd finally finished I went and checked on Kyle. He was still slumped on the floor in pain. 


That leads me to today. My friend who lent me the boots Leanne happens to have a brother Kyle's age. So now he's my new slave. But don't worry. Don't think I've forgotten about Kyle. 


Leanne is on her way over to enslave him. 


She plans to use the same blue boots on him I borrowed yesterday. 


Revenge, definitely best served cold. After all, I'm a cold hearted bitch!