Sister takes control of my balls

This is the first installment of a three part series. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.


‘Dude you gotta see this!’ My college roommates best friend came bursting in. I was sat in my bed trying to write my final thesis for my end of term assignment.

‘Keep the noise down dude, Steve's trying to do this thesis.’ I nodded my thanks to my roommate for his consideration.

‘It's to do with Steve. You gotta see this.’ I looked up from my laptop half intrigued and half expecting it to be just another exaggeration as this guy usually gets far too excited over false news.

‘Holy shit, Steve isn't that your older sister Beth?’ I looked back up from the laptop.

‘What are you guys talking about?’ I was still not interested enough to look at what they were viewing.

‘Dude, this might explain why you've been getting random high fives from the guys in the dorm.’ My roommate looked at me in concern.

‘Okay, you've got me intrigued enough.’ It was then the blood drained from my face. The guys were watching a video of my 23 year old sister Beth kicking a guy tied up with a mask on in the balls. Her dark brown hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, which she didn't often do, but it was obviously my sister.

Beth was two years older than me and had left to go to Los Angeles from our home in Mississippi to become an actress. Judging by what I was viewing this was her claim to fame. A far cry from the glitz and glamor she had promised us was on the tip of the horizon when we had last seen one another at Christmas.

She had always been taller than me. I was quite literally a runt. At 5ft 4ins tall I was 3 inches smaller than her and she always won fights we had as kids. I had always been bullied due to my scrawny appearance but Beth literally kicked anyone's ass that messed with me. It was clear now that personality trait very much remained at the forefront of what I was now seeing.

As I came out of my hazy daydream and reflection I realized I was in shock at what I was seeing. She wasn't just in one video, she had a whole website and clips site dedicated to domination. But her “speciality” was ballbusting. I just calmly went back to working on my thesis. Somehow even though my mind was whirling I needed to get this done before the summer break.

I didn't see Beth again for a month after I first found out about her secret life. I didn't speak to anyone about it. I didn't want to tell my parents and I didn't want to message Beth as I felt it was best to confront her in person.

Finally, once she had come back to visit whilst I was on my summer break, I knocked on her bedroom door one evening. The darkness was beginning to fall and she was sitting on her bed in just some shorts and a t-shirt on her phone.

‘Oh, hey little brother. What brings you in here?’ I stepped into her room. I was only wearing loose fitting shorts and as I stepped and sat at the edge of her bed I suddenly felt really nervous about what I was about to say.

‘Beth, I erm, well I don't know how to say this, but erm.’ Beth suddenly moved across the bed towards me like lightning. So fast I didn't have any time to respond.

Her hands reached down into my shorts and grabbed my balls as her other hand clamped across my mouth. She squeezed my balls and I yelped onto her hand as I felt the sudden sharp searing pain from her squeeze. She slowly moved me further onto the bed by yanking my balls towards her. Once I was completely onto the bed her hand clamping my mouth pushed me over and she climbed on top of me. Finally she spoke.

‘Oh, my God, you know, don't you. I fucking knew those horny college boys would somehow find out. But I didn't expect you to.’ Her hand on my balls eased off but remained there, ready to squeeze into action at any moment. Finally the pain was beginning to slowly subside. Her hand eased off my mouth as the anger within me suddenly exploded.

‘How the fuck do you think I found out? For weeks I was being laughed at as I walked on campus or high fived by guys randomly. Then someone finally showed me your website and video store. Seriously Beth, is this what you want from your life?’ Her hand suddenly clamped over my mouth and I tried to struggle free. Her hand on my balls suddenly gripped them tightly. Harder than she did before. The air was being sucked out of me as I felt the intense stabbing pain in my balls where her fingers were digging into my nut meat. I was in absolute agony.

‘Now listen to me you little shit. I'm fucking loaded thanks to this career. I tried to make it as a serious actress, but apparently my accent is all wrong for the pictures. I was skint, struggling to put a roof over my head. So someone asked me to tag along to their session so I could earn a little money. I enjoyed myself and the rest is history. It's allowed me to thrive and survive. So before you fucking judge me think about that.’ she continued to squeeze my balls hard. My limp cock resting against her strong hand. I couldn't move. The panic in my eyes was completely ignored by Beth as she continued to talk, her eyes burning deep into mine.

‘You don't understand what it's like being a woman and having total control over a man, simply because he has the biggest weakness in the world. And it'd not even his actual achilles heel! It's their useless fucking balls. And trust me the cocks from every single guy I dominate is rock fucking hard. They can't get enough of me. I don't fuck them, I fuck them up. There is a difference.’

She slowly begins easing my shorts off with her foot. She's dismayed somehow to see I'm limp. The anger was rising within her. My balls felt a fresh squeeze of even more intensity as they felt like they were going to pop any moment. My eyes bulged in fear and panic.

‘Oh, stop panicking. They're more durable than you think. I've only accidently popped one guy's balls before. That was my first session. I've had plenty of practice now.’ Holy fucking shit. She had castrated a guy. I was now terrified of this other side to my sister.

‘Oh, I remember. You have a leather boot fetish don't you. I caught you wanking over Mums boots last year. Did I judge you? Did I blackmail you? No. I encouraged you to explore what interested you.’ I suddenly felt guilty. She was right. She had actively encouraged me. She could see me reflecting. But to her she needed to punish me, she needed to completely dominate me. To her she always had the upper hand, the advantage. And I knew from looking into her eyes, she wasn't done. Not even close to.

‘Let me tell you about leather boots little brother. The sound they make when a kick lands into a pair of naked balls is phenomenal. It's like a drug I get to indulge in and I get paid to do so. The sound when I knee someone right in their balls is amazing. But you see, you can't confuse them. They make two different sounds. Both are euphoric. One for me delivering it, and another for the guy feeling that kick slam into his worthless, pathetic balls. The kick he feels when it connects perfectly sounds like a mini thunderclap. Sharp, snappy and it results in a firecracker of burning pain to their balls. A knee is like a heavy thud. A little more of a thud when you deliver it with more of your thigh. But it also hurts badly when the bone of the knee lands directly against a pair of balls. But they always ask for more. They always want more. I make them beg for it. I tease them. I deny them. Then I ruin their balls. I ruin their orgasms. But they always come back for more.’

As Beth was delivering her speech my cock had suddenly gone rock hard. Her hand had suddenly relieved my balls of their squeezing but she then began crushing them beneath her knee. I was screaming into her hand as I struggled to deal with the whirlwind of pain in my balls. She kept talking as she began to stroke my cock I felt helpless. I had no strength to fight her off. Finally, as she finished speaking, I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Load after load of cum spurted up her knee as she continued to crush my balls underneath it. Finally as I finished convulsing and cumming on her knee she lifted it off my aching and throbbing balls. My hands cusped them, cradling them as if to soothe the pain coming from them. But it didn't work. My balls were on fire, burning searing pain was coming from them. And there was also a dull pain. They had swollen to twice their normal size as I moaned into Beth's hand covering my mouth.

Beth straddled me as she delicately lifted her hand off my mouth, she was being cautious in case I shouted or screamed. She grabs my hair and pulls my head up getting right in my face.

‘You've got some mess to clean up little brother. Do it slowly and with your tongue.’ She doesn't give me a chance to argue as she lifts her cum caked thigh and covers my face with it, pushing me back down onto her bed. I slowly lick up the cum I had left as she grins sadistically. She was enjoying this.

‘Mom and Dad go away for the weekend tomorrow. How about I introduce your balls to a pair of my boots. I'll even let you pick which pair I use to destroy your balls. You've got to experience them just how I described it. I promise I'll have you begging for more.’ I feel my cock stirring. But I had to be strong and ignore it.

‘No Beth. You've explained it pretty clearly. I won't say another word about anything I've found out or about tonight. You're right. You have a right to do what makes you happy.’ She smiles, knowing the acceptance was genuine from me and appreciative. She stands up and towers above me. Without warning she presses her barefoot against my neck. She doesn't take her eyes off me as she continues to smile.

‘Perhaps I didn't make myself clear just now. I wasn't giving you a choice. I apologize for the confusion. You're going to experience my boots tomorrow. And perhaps all weekend now “cum” to think about it. Now get the fuck out my room before I kick your balls into your fucking throat.’

She lifted her foot off my neck and I got up and left quickly. The pain was incredible but I didn't dare stay any longer than I had to. I got back to my room and my cock was still rock hard. I had to masturbate. But the images of Beth in a pair of boots wouldn't leave my mind. But I still cum within minutes. And yet minutes later I was desperate to masturbate again. After cumming once again my phone buzzed.

Beth: I bet you've cum thinking about me and my boots already haven't you!!!.

I didn't know it yet. But this was just the beginning of my torment.