Kicked, Tortured and Teased Part 4, Stephanie Breaks The Boy

I was dreaming.

I don't remember what I was dreaming about. But There wasn't any pain. I felt fine.

I was abruptly brought back into consciousness and reality by the sound of a loud gasp and a female voice yelling "Holy shit!" and then "I didn't do all that!"

It was my stepsister, Stephanie. She had obviously woken up recently as she was in a short nightgown and slippers. I was laying face-up on the cold, hard floor, totally naked and spread eagle (since my legs couldn't really close). Stephanie was looking down at my crotch with a mixture of amusement, triumph and horror.

She yelled "I'm gonna call my Mom, and an ambulance."

She quickly turned to run out of the room. I hurriedly rolled up onto my side (causing fresh lightning bolts of pain), reached my hand out and yelled "No, Stephanie please. Don't do that, I'm actually fine!"

She halted and looked back.

"No way, you're a mess."

Then to my absolute horror, "Wait until I tell Krista, she's got to see this!

I said, actually pleaded, "No, Stephanie please don’t say anything to Krista, or anyone! She'd probably be uncomfortable seeing me if she knew. She might even never look at me the same. I swear to you, it looks way worse than it is. I'm totally fine, just a little swollen."

I was lying through my teeth to avoid embarrassment. Of course I most likely needed medical attention.

"Did I do that when I kicked you in the balls?" Stephanie asked.

She had stomped me and stepped on me too, hello? In my mind I thought: Fuck yes you did it, or at least made it worse. Yes, Krista hurt me, pretty bad, but then you took advantage and hurt me worse, not to mention your mother having her turn!

But I lied and said, "No, of course not. I was injured on the job. You girls can't hurt me. And again, I'm totally fine. No need for drama. Please Steph."

She walked closer. She looked down into my eyes with a very evil smile. I couldn't help but question if all females had a major sadistic side, at least toward men, that could be tapped into.

"So you don't want me to tell anyone? Well, ok asslicker. But you are going to have to earn my confidentiality." Stephanie said with an evil grin.

"Whatever you want Steph, anything. Just please don't mess this up for me." I begged.

"Wow! You really are a doormat, aren't you? You got it bad!" Stephanie said

She said, "Alright. I won't tell Krista, yet. But you are my total slave, starting now. And that shouldn't be a problem since you're so ok and unable to feel pain. Right?"

Her talking to me like this was turning me on. Which actually further deepened my self-loathing and disgust. I really was helpless to women. I felt my tortured penis stirring ridiculously, painfully.

I said, "Ok Stephanie, want do you want me to do?"

She walked out but came back seconds later, carrying a rod-shaped plastic device. I noticed the words "Magic Wand" written on the side. She shut the door behind her, even though the house was empty. Her mother (my devilish stepmom) was at work and my father away on business.

She crossed the room, stepped over me and sat on my bed. She looked down at me kind of, well, alluringly, if you can understand what I mean.

She said, "Come up here closer, Boy."

With great pain, I got up on my knees. I was about two feet in front of her.

She opened her legs and motioned me closer with her finger. I couldn't believe this was happening. My cock was crazy despite my pain. I moved forward to pleasure her but she put her palm against my face just before my tongue reached home and said, "No-no-no! You don't get to lick that."

She clicked on her device. It made a low humming sound. She started rubbing it on her crotch.

"Keep your nose in there puppy, but no pussy for you." Stephanie said.

I had been fantasizing about something like this for years. I felt like I was dreaming.

She continued for a few minutes and began to coo in pleasure.

She looked down at me. I was nearly drooling. Maybe crying. She was torturing me.

"Oh poor baby. Feeling left out?"

Stephanie stood up, turned and got up on the bed on her knees. She leaned forward and stuck her ass in my face. The sight I was looking up at nearly made me cum right there. I was leaking precum onto my floor.

"You want that don't you?" she asked teasingly.

The pain I was in seemed far away. I pleaded with her, "Oh yes. Please yes. I would beg to eat your ass Stephanie! You're so beautiful!"

"Get in there Asslicker, before I change my mind!" she demanded. She was smiling at me like a predator that has cornered its prey.

Despite my pain. Despite what these women, what SHE had done to me, I was obsessed with pleasing her. I eagerly tongue-cleaned her butt while she worked her toy in the front until she had cum an unknown number of times.

She finally collapsed face-first onto my bed.

She laid there for a minute and then said finally, "That was good. You have a good tongue my little doggy. A dirty but good tongue." She chuckled a bit at that.

Finally she stood up, stretched and said, "I'm going to shower. Go get me one of my yogurt shakes and a cup of coffee, French vanilla creamer, and bring it to my room." She walked out of my room.

I realized that doing what she required would require me to actually move from where I had been for the last 14 or so hours.

I started to get up and realized it was going to be extremely difficult and painful. I also realized that there was no way I could fit my balls into a pair of underwear, or any pants for that matter.

Stephanie said, "Don't worry about clothes, I think your big balls are funny. And I like them right where I can do whatever I want to them!" I visibly winced at the thought of any further damage.

"Haha look at that! You're dick is Hard! Actually it's leaking and trembling! Even after me and Krista squished it! That's soooo cute.....and pathetic! "

She then squatted down and whispered in my ear "You are the lowest little asslicker-doormat-slave a girl could own. You deserve this. I'm glad it hurts and I'm glad I made you hurt.”

She then smirked and walked out.

After a second of working up my courage I tried to stand. It was not happening.

I could only crawl on my hands and knees.

I crawled, completely naked, into the kitchen and managed to get her shake. I carried it with one hand and crawled back on the 3 available appendages.

My balls hurt so bad. Every movement brought shockwaves of pain. I should have been resting in a hospital bed.

By the time I crawled into Stephanie's bedroom she was already showered and sitting in front of her mirror, applying her makeup. She was wearing a silky white bra and panty set, with a silk floral-pattern camisole. Despite the pain, my tongue was basically hanging out.

"She said, you aren't moving too good, Slave."

"Fine just stiff from laying on the floor," continuing to lie.

I handed her her shake. She looked at it and made a face of disgust and said, "No coffee? You'll pay for that, Asslicker."

I couldn't help but moan at the thought of further punishment.

She said, "Bring me my clothes, it's chilly in here." She leered down at my battered, nude body.

I crawled and fetched her a small pile of clothes she had set aside on her bed.

I watched, agonizingly, from down on my hands and knees as she pulled on a pair of faded-blue, stretchy jeans that fit her like a second skin, warm-looking socks, white undershirt and a cozy-but-clingy beige sweater. she looked so damn hot.

Then the coup de grace. She sat back down and said, "Get my boots, simp,"

I looked over, saw a pair of boots next to where her clothes had been, and crawled them over. I then helped her put them on.

She was so evil. She had chosen super-sexy but scary-to-me tan leather, knee-high boots with a 6 inch heel and platform toe. They had a gold buckle on the side and a small gold toecap.

She stood up and checked herself out in the mirror. The sight of her in that outfit had my penis throbbing.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Oh Stephanie you look unbelievable?" I managed to say with a groan.

Her scent and taste was still on my face. I was being used as a dishrag.

"You like my boots, Doormat Boy?" I had so many nicknames all of a sudden.

"Yes Stephanie I do" I answered.

She sat on her chair and crossed one leg over the other.

"Kiss the boot of your princess, you peasant! But only the dirty bottoms. That's all you deserve!"

I did as I was told and kissed her boot sole. There was a bit of dirt on them so that it wound up in my mouth.

"Don't forget the heel, boy."

I kissed the heel of her boot.

She re-crossed her legs in the opposite direction. I automatically kissed the other one in the same way.

She said "Good boy."

She stood back up and said, "Take me to the mall. We're going shopping. And bring you're money!"

I sat up on my knees and protested, "Stephanie, I don't know if that's a good idea."

She said "Why not? Are you that badly injured? I thought you were fine and so impervious to pain? Didn't you say you were indestructible?" She was obviously mocking and teasing me. Trying to get me to admit how bad my condition was.

"No, I'm fine! I'm just stiff. And well....."

"Well what? And I can see how stiff you are." She lightly kicked my hard penis, the metal toe cap on her boot just tapping my badly injured flesh. She didn't kick it hard at all, she was really just teasing. But even that hurt. I kept my pain hidden.

"Well I am swollen. That is true. So I don't know if any pants will go on me, Stephanie. How can I go out?" I explained.

She crossed her arms with her one hand touching her chin, mulling this over.

I was down on my knees, naked and severely injured. My stepsister, Stephanie, had defiled me and used me as her sex toy at the expense of any dignity I may have had. She was standing there, in those wicked boots, directly in front of me, with one foot forward, so that boot was only an inch or two from my disturbingly swollen testicles. The sac actually hung down and contacted the floor as I kneeled there.

She looked down at my balls as if she had forgotten how badly fucked up they were and said, "I can't believe how big they are! That looks so painful! I just want to stomp on them."

She raised her boot. My eyes widened in horror.

"Please Steph, no!" I loudly begged.

I tensed just as Stephanie brought her boot down quickly toward the over-filled sac, her sharp stiletto pointed at the egregiously wounded skin. She stopped just short of making contact and started laughing. Just flinching had caused a sharp jolt of agony.

"Alright alright maybe later," Stephanie said while laughing. She was having so much fun taking advantage of me.

She walked over to her closet, her boots click-clacking on the hardwood floor (giving me a great view of her round ass in those jeans, which was made even perkier by her high heels, my dick spasmed several times).

She threw a white t-shirt at me and said "Put that on"

Still on my bare knees I pulled it on and realized it was a long t-shirt/nightgown.

Stephanie then threw a pair of light-blue, paper thin slippers to me, They looked like disposable hospital slippers or something.

"I'm guessing you can't bend over to tie shoes" she asserted correctly.

"Ok let's go." she said.

"Steph, I'm sorry, I can't. Please, I'm begging you, give me a couple days for this swelling to go down and I'll take you out and you can have whatever I can pay for! Take everything!" I pleaded with and begged her, still down on my knees.

She walked over, pointed her finger in my face and said "You do exactly what I say without complaining or I'm going to tell Krista and everyone else what a perverted, weak, delicate little pussy you are. And then I'll tell her how you begged to give me oral sex and subjugate yourself to me. I can even show her the video on my phone of you giving me a really great ass cleaning!"

I just stared at her. Tears welling in my eyes. I felt so helpless and weak.

She continued, "Now, my little asslicker, lets go or I'm going to step on that bag of yours again with these boots and make it pop open like a crushed grape!"

Her even saying that put a vision in my mind that physically hurt me. I involuntarily shuddered.

I grabbed the chair Steph had been sitting on and slowly, agonizingly hauled myself up to get my feet under me. I wasn't really standing straight as I was bent forward to try and reduce the pressure in my groin. I slid my feet into the worthless slippers. I looked at the mirror and realized just how ridiculous i appeared. The shirt/gown barely reached my knees since it was meant for a girl. The bottom of my soccer-ball sized ball sac was nearly visible hanging down. My hair was a mess and I was obviously dirty.

"What if someone sees me?" I asked.

"Who cares? They'll think it's a prank or a lost bet or that you're just a fucking weirdo. But I don't care as long as I get what I want, which is watching you beg and squirm" Stephanie answered.

"Besides, I look so good who would want to look at a worthless slave like you anyway?"

I just stood there in great pain, bent over because I couldn't stand up straight, my knees buckled and bent because of the giant ball of flesh hanging between them, looking like the hapless gimp that I was.

Suddenly, inexplicably, Stephanie took a step toward me kicked me full force in the balls, the metal-tipped toe of her boot nearly piercing the horribly swollen ball bag.

I grunted and stumbled back completely taken off guard. The pain was immeasurable.

I stayed on my feet but was moaning in agony and looking down to see what damage she had done.

Stephanie looked at me curiously to see how I handled it. She then stepped toward me and devastatingly kicked my balls again.

The pain seemed to come from far away. My vision dimmed and my legs went out from under me. I thudded to the floor on my back. I nearly went fully unconscious.

My vision cleared to see Stephanie walk up between my legs. She rested her right boot on my giant, tortured scrotum. She put her hand on her knee and leaned her weight forward, pressing on it further.

She smiled, looked down at me and asked, "Are you ok?" I doubt she cared.

She continued, "Thank goodness you don't feel any pain. That looked mean as hell!"

"I mean you said I could do whatever I wanted to you and you could take it, right?" Stephanie mocked. I could feel her start to twist her heel into my scrotum.

She then dragged her boot off of my ballsac, scraping and damaging it even more with the sharp heel. She was smiling.

She raised her booted foot and stomped down fully on my balls, this time connecting and crushing.

I think the pain centers in my mind were completely overwhelmed, because I couldn't really feel the hurt as much. I felt it. I knew what was going on, but its like I was imagining it or dreaming.

My balls and sac were now so big that she was able to leave her one boot in the spot she had stomped and then, holding onto the chair for balance, she stepped up with the other foot, fully standing on my naked balls as if she was balancing on a medicine ball.

She just stood there, looking down at me, the other hand on her hip. I still was enamored with her despite what she was doing to me.

My enormous ballsac dangerously bulged out from beneath her boots due to the pressure of her body weight.

Her bootheels sank excruciatingly into my injured balls.

"Are you going to cry, Doormat?" Stephanie taunted.

"I bet you like it when I stand on your broken balls. You want me to walk all over you I bet."

Something in my mind gave way. I realized and accepted the fact that she was totally right. I was a doormat for sexy women. I was a slave to a nice ass. I was a doormat beneath their stiletto heels. I actually felt free.

"You're right Stephanie. I am your slave and you can do whatever you want with me. I exist to please you. I beg you to use me as you wish, you're so gorgeous and amazing. I barely deserve the dirt from your shoes!" I lovingly gushed.

Stephanie triumphantly smiled a huge Cheshire Cat smile and happily did the twist while standing on my balls, completely unconcerned about the damage she was inflicting.

"Now isn't that so much better, really? We knew it all along!" she joyfully yelled.

I realized she said "we".

Before I could ask who "we" was she took out her phone and made a call. "Look what I'm standing on!"

I heard a girl laughing on the other end. What was going on here I wondered. But at the same time i was totally ok with whatever Stephanie was doing. I was totally committed to being subservient to her. She had broken me.

She turned the phone around to reveal we were on facetime with Krista! I was scared at first but then confused.

"Attaboy doormat! That's how you treat a lady." Krista said.

"We're going to have so much fun!" Krista said. "We as in me and Steph, as in us using you for fun!"

Oh my gosh they were in cahoots!

"Watch this Krista!" Stephanie said as she held up the phone in an overhead selfie position.

Stephanie lifted her right boot up off of my overinflated balls and then stomped down on my left nut three times.

The pain was indescribable with words.

While still holding the phone up, she asked, "Did that hurt?"

"No" I lied, to both girls.

"Do you like girls to stomp on you?" she asked with a pouty expression.

"Yes. Beautiful girls like the two of you can do whatever you want to me." I admitted.

"Do you mind if we hurt you some more?" Krista asked from the phone.

I said "Of course I don't mind. Anything for you." Both girls laughed.

Still holding the phone, Stephanie stepped forward, crushing my insanely erect penis beneath her sexy boot and continuing up and over my whole body then stepping off onto the floor.

I heard Krista say, "Ohh that was fuckin' hot Steph! His poor dick! You stepped right on that thing! With spike heels!"

"Yeah I actually walked on it!" Stephanie said. And then "See you at the mall, K" She ended the call.

Stephanie snapped her fingers and I again painfully hauled myself to my feet.

She said, "Get my jacket."

I really couldn't walk normally, due to my balls. So I hobbled/shuffled to the closet and grabbed her warm, brown leather jacket. I brought it to her and held it while she slid her arms in and put it on.

"Let's go!" Stephanie commanded. I immediately obeyed her and did my best to follow her out into the cold.

I was only wearing thin shirt and useless slippers. I was freezing and the stone driveway hurt my nearly bare feet. Buy I opened her door so she could get in my car. And then went around and got in myself.

She noticed that when I sat in the drivers seat, my dick and balls were totally exposed. She snickered a bit, and took out a sharpie from her purse.

"Here I'll sign your balls like people sign a cast for someone with a broken arm. It'll make you feel better." Stephanie said, obviously amusing herself.

She wrote on my ballsack, the ink stinging the raw spots, "Stephanie stepped on me :( "

"There you go, Asslicker" she said.

"Thank you Steph" I said adoringly.

"Call me 'Princess Stephanie', slave"

"Thank you so much, Princess Stephanie."

Off we went so she could spend my money.