Lindsey and Her Daughters Take Control, Part 1

CW: Castration by wife and daughters, all 18+, no incest

“Thank you for coming in,” Mia said with a smile as she welcomed Lindsey into one of the consultation rooms.

“No problem,” Lindsey said, a little uneasily, “I’m not sure what you want to talk about. I thought everything was arranged for my husband’s vasectomy, there isn’t a problem, is there?" 

“No problem,” Mia reassured, “Dan’s on the schedule. I’ll be performing the operation myself, so nothing to worry about.”

“Good,” Lindsey smiled with relief, “So why did you want to see me?”

“Well, honestly,” Mia said, relaxing the professional demeanor that she normally used at work, “I was curious about why you decided to schedule the surgery even after his sperm count revealed he’s already sterile.”

Lindsey felt a nervous pang in her stomach. Could the doctor tell what she was thinking? Was she going to try to talk her out of it? Lindsey knew that she had been bad at masking how happy she was when Mia told them that Dan already had no viable sperm. It had been such a sudden, pleasant surprise to learn that despite all of Dan’s masculine self-assurance, he was already shooting blanks. She couldn’t help smiling and had almost giggled at his look of shame. She knew that he saw it as an diminishment of his virility. As she watched him look down in embarrassment, she had felt a boost to her own sense of superiority.

“Well, I mean,” Lindsey said pushing the delightful memory away, “It is always best to be 100% sure, right?”

“Is there a particular reason that you want him sterilized with 100% certainty?” Mia prompted.

There was a reason. But it had nothing to do with risk of pregnancy. They had managed that perfectly well since the birth of their second daughter 18 years ago. Lindsey was firm about only allowing him to enter her when there was no risk and usually pulled him out after she had finished but before he had. Knowing that she left him less satisfied than her added to her afterglow. Now that they knew his swimmers were useless, they could have continued with no worries without the surgery. But when Lindsey saw his hunched, insecure posture that day, she had insisted that they schedule the surgery anyway. The idea that she might chip away even further at his masculine ego by forcing him to have an operation that would leave his balls sore and remove any doubt of his sterility was just too amusing.

“No reason,” Lindsey lied, “Is it unusual? Don’t lots of women want to be 100% sure?”

Mia grinned, “In my professional experience, the women who are most insistent about getting a guys who’s already infertile under the knife do it because they enjoy fucking around with his balls.”

Surprised, Lindsey couldn’t help but laugh. She hadn’t thought of it that way, but yes, she had insisted on the surgery because she liked fucking with Dan’s balls. She was relieved to see that Mia was smiling warmly. “Ok, maybe a little,” she admitted, “Is that so bad?”

“Not at all!” Mia exclaimed, “It’s very natural. I can usually tell which women enjoy it. My guess is that you’ve fucked with his balls some already. Maybe some squeezes or knees? It’s unusual to see a guy as young as Dan with a non-existent sperm count unless a wife or gf has been, shall we say, playing rough regularly.”

“Wait,” Lindsey squealed, “Did *I* sterilize him?” She had hoped so but couldn’t fully convince herself.

“Probably,” Mia said, “How long have you been targeting his balls?”

“Since we got married 19 years ago,” Lindsey admitted, thrilled to talk with someone so understanding, “I was pregnant with our first girl, Lyla, and at first I played it off as pregnancy hormones making me angry enough to squeeze or punch him. I don’t think he knew what to do. He was just 18 and probably thought he had balls of steel, but after about a year of me getting his balls in my hands whenever he annoyed me, I noticed that he stopped resisting as much and behaved better. I upped things when I was pregnant with our second daughter, Lily. Two daughters is all I wanted, so after that I didn’t worry about kicking him full force. It felt so amazing! Instant empowerment. I knew I was having a mental effect, but I didn’t know I was having a big physical effect. I figured as long as he could still get it up everything was working.”

Mia whispered “nice!” before offering her professional option: “I would say that you certainly sterilized him! That takes a special kind of woman. I’m glad I was right about you because I have a suggestion that you might enjoy.”

“What?” Lindsey asked, leaning forward.

“Well,” Mia said, smiling at how excited Lindsey was, “I’ve explained what I’ll be doing next week. After I give Dan some painkillers… oh, and, by the way, I can go light on those if you want…?” Lindsey nodded enthusiastically.

“So, after some *light* painkillers, I’ll make two incisions, pull his vas deferns out and snip.” Mia made a scissor motion with her fingers and both women laughed. “But, while I’m there, I can do something a little more *fun*. I can open the incision a little more and get access his epididymis. That’s where functioning guys store sperm. But we can put his to a much better use by implanting this.”

She produced from a small silver sphere, a little smaller than a BB and dropped it in Lindsey’s hand.

Lindsey looked perplexed, “What is it?”

“Put it on the counter and I’ll show you,” Mia said coyly, “But be very careful. I would feel awful if it hurt your fingers.”

Intrigued, Lindsey placed it on the counter. Mia took a phone from her pocket and pressed the screen. In a flash, the sphere sprang up as small spikes protruded from it in all directions. “Oh my god!” Lindsey gasped, “Those would poke his balls?”

“Better,” Mia said gleefully, “Each spike has microscopic barbs on it. I will anchor one in the tissue of his epididymis, so it stays in place. Then, whenever you push this button, the spike retracts, pulling the sphere into the tissue of the nut before another spike fires, anchoring it deeper. The more times you press, the deeper it will work itself in, destroying all the tissue around it in the process. It takes about 30 presses to destroy a testicle from the inside out.”

Lindsey’s legs tingled as she said, “I would literally control the fate of his balls!”

“Exactly,” Mia grinned, “If you want me to implant it.”

“Yes!” Lindsey almost moaned, “I want that!”

\~\~

The surgery had gone as Mia had promised. Dan was much more sore a bruised than he had expected to be, so sore that he didn’t notice the extra weight and new small mass at the top of each of his balls.

“Be nice to your poor dad,” Lindsey joked to her girls as they monopolized the comfortable couch or made him wait in front of the freezer to refill his icepack until they had decided what ice cream to have, “His little guys have had a very close encounter with a knife.”

They giggled and made mock sympathetic faces. Once, when he was out of hearing, Lily joked, “We’re surprised he still has balls! We though you broke them years ago with all the knees and punches you give him when you think we aren’t looking!”

“Shh,” Lindsey blushed, “You two aren’t supposed to notice that. It’s just something a girl needs to do sometimes to keep guys on good behavior.” The girls exchanged knowing looks.

While Dan recovered, Lindsey set up the app. She customized the settings, opting to have the spikes deploy if she didn’t enter a code every 12 hours. It amused her to know that if she ever forgot, Dan would get a nasty surprise. She set “immediate total destruction” to be activated with one touch, figuring that if she was mad enough to go all the way, she wouldn’t want any delays.

She was delighted not only by the power she had but also because Dan had no idea yet how fully she controlled the fate of his tender nuts.

After a few weeks, she decided it was time to surprise him.

“Honey!” she called from the kitchen, “Come in here! I need your help to finish setting something up.”

“What is it?” he asked as he entered.

“Just stand right there!” she commanded almost shivering with anticipation. She held up her phone and Dan, thinking she was taking a picture, smiled. As she pressed the image of the right testicle on the app, the smile crumpled into a contortion of excruciating pain and he collapsed to the floor.”

“Oh dear,” she remarked casually, “what seems to be the problem.”

He was barely able to make articulate noises and sounded like he was about to vomit, but he finally managed to gasp, “my balls” through tears.

“Really?” she asked in mock surprise, “Let me see.” She stood over him and husked off his pants and boxers revealing his limp cock and tightly contracted balls. She felt each ball carefully, experiencing shudders of excitement as he spasmed in pain. She felt the small metallic orb, perched atop his left nut and then the other one, now dug into the surface of his right nut.

“Silly,” she said shaking her head, “It’s not your balls. It’s just your right one.” She strolled to her phone and with an dramatically extended finger clicked the image of the left nut. Dan bellowed in pain and contracted further into a fetal position. “Now,” she said with satisfaction, “that is both of your balls!”

He sobbed and screeched in pain while she stood over him basking in reducing him to a useless mass at her feet. When he recovered enough to process what she was saying, she lowered herself down to sit on him. Her warm, damp crotch balanced on his hip bone, pleasurably stimulating her as he panted.

She explained to him what she and Mia had done, showed him the app and emphasized how easily she could eliminate both of his balls if he ran way or tried to get help. “But you wouldn’t want to do that anyway, would you?” she asked as she mussed his hair, “You’ve known since the day you married me that those balls belong to me, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he finally sobbed in a mix or regret, resentment and acceptance.

“And that means you will do anything I want, doesn’t it?” she prodded with a contented smile.

“Yes,” he said meekly.

\~\~

And he did do anything she wanted. The intense pain caused by the spheres implanting themselves had dulled, but he still felt a constant ache. Relishing her new power, Lindsey told him to think of the ache as a reminder of how much worse the pain could be. He began doing whatever she asked quickly and anxiously. If he ever delayed or argued, Lindsey was amused at how quickly she could change his tune by reaching for her phone.

She felt deep joy when at 6:30 am and 6:30 pm the app started to send her notifications every 10 minutes that if she didn’t enter the security code before 7:00, full testicle destruction would trigger. She waited longer and longer each time. The closer she pushed to the point of no turning back, the more aroused she got. Sometimes, she would hold off on typing the last digit until 6:59. She let it rest on 6:59 longer and longer. She usually closed her eyes before pressing the last number, so she was never sure that she wouldn’t misjudge as she drew out the intoxicating feeling longer and longer. Her sense of timing got especially hazy when she began to touch herself as she waited to press the last digit. When the clock changed to 7:00 a second or fraction of a second after she hit the last number, she immediately needed to finger herself to orgasm thinking about what the results would have been if she had waited a moment longer.

One night, she was so caught up in imagining what would happen if she left it too long that she didn’t even reach for her phone until 6:50. When she did, she realized with a jolt that it wasn’t in her purse. Where was it? Had it dropped out? Surely Dan wasn’t stupid enough to try to steal it, was he? If so, he was about to get an unpleasant lesson! Wait, hadn’t she seen Lily heading into her room with something in her hand? Lily did have a habit of borrowing things without asking. Lindsey rushed to Lily’s room.

Sure enough, when Lindsey burst in Lily was lying on her bed with an amused smile and her attention focused on Lindsey’s phone.

“Mom!” she exclaimed in annoyance, “Don’t you ever knock?”

“Don’t you ever ask before taking my phone?” Lindsey retorted.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Lily said, knowing she was caught but ready to turn the tables, “Mine’s charging and I wanted to watch some TikToks. Then I founds this weird game.” She held up the phone which was displaying a cartoon image of a ball sac flashing danger-red with a message: “Dan’s balls will be destroyed in 2 min. 53 sec.”

Lindsey watched the seconds count down while she thought about what to say. Lily had always been a daddy’s girl, pampered by Dan, and Lindsey didn’t want her to think that she was a castrating bitch or something. Finally she said, “I’d never let that countdown reach zero, so give me the phone so I can stop it.”

Seeing how serious her mother was, Lily felt exhilarated. Was it possible? 2 min. 33 sec. “Is this for real?” Lily laughed, “You seriously have an app to destroy dad’s balls?”

“That’s not exactly what it’s for, but that’s what will happen if you don’t hand over the phone so I can type the code in!” 1 min. 58 sec.

“Seriously?” Lily laughed, “That’s amazing. You literally have him by the balls 24/7.”

Lindsey saw the look of admiration in her daughter’s eyes and smiled, “Well, unless you hand me the phone, he won’t have any balls to have him by.”

“How does it work?” Lily asked, “You put like a bomb in his balls?”

Lindsey laughed, “Not a bomb. Its two little metal spheres full of spikes, and unless you hurry up and give me that phone, they are going to activate again and again until your dad doesn’t have any balls. You don’t want that, do you?” 1 min. 9 sec.

Lily grinned slyly and asked, “Why do you have the app if you’re never going to use it.”

“Oh, I’ve used it,” Lindsey replied sensing a growing bond with her daughter, “It’s not just to destroy balls. If you just activate the spikes once, it puts him in a lot of pain. Do you remember how I told you that sometimes you need to use the advantage that nature gave you?”

Of course Lily remembered and she smiled warmly calling to mind some of the many boys that she had left crying and holding their nuts after her mom had given her that advice. She nodded and her mother continued, “Well, this is the same idea. Just more advanced.”

“Wow” Lily exhaled in wonder and admiration. She was lost in her thoughts, imagining the joy of having a guy so totally in her power. Then she realized the countdown was at 28 sec. “Woops!” she giggled, “Here.”

Lindsey took the phone and entered the code. “Sorry I let it get so close,” Lily said sheepishly.

“That’s ok,” Lindsey shrugged, “I’ve let it get closer.” They both giggled before Lindsey said more seriously, “You’re 18 now, so I guess it’s time for you to get used to having more authority. I’ve been in control of this house for a long time, but there are three of us, and women should share. So, I’ll download the app to your phone and your sister’s phone too.”

“No fucking way!” Lily squealed before catching herself, “I’m sorry, I mean REALLY? And I could, like, use it if I want?”

Lindsey laughed, “It’s ok, and, yeah. Please don’t castrate your dad the first time he annoys you, but, yes, you can use it if you want. But trust me it’s almost as much fun to know you can use it but aren’t. I want you to feel how amazing it is to have that power over a pair of balls, so that you won’t hold back from exercising that same power over the guys in your life!”

Lily almost said that there was no way she would ever hold back from that, but decided just to enjoy the new sense of closeness to her mom and the new power she already felt.

\~\~

The first weekend after she installed the app on Lily’s phone, Lindsey installed it on her older daughter, Lyla’s phone too while Lyla was home from college for a short visit. At first Lyla thought that her mom and sister were joking, but the look on Lily’s face when Lyla threatened to press the “full destruction” button to see if they were bluffing convinced her that Lily, at least, believed that it was real.

“Look,” Lindsey finally said with slight exasperation, “I’m going to give you both a demonstration so that you know how much power you have and take it seriously.”

She picked up her own phone and, as the girls held their breath, lightly tapped the image of the left nut. From the garage, they heard a high, agonized scream as a barbed spike shot into Dan’s ball and pulled the metal sphere deeper into it.

“Oops! Sorry!” Lindsey called, “I think I accidentally butt dialed you!” The girls snorted as they held back peals of laughter. “Here, let me even things out,” Lindsey called with a smile as she hit the image of the right nut and another bellow of pain echoed from the garage, followed by the sound of gentle crying.

Thinking back at this moment, Lyla felt tingling excitement as she drove back to college. It wasn’t that she particularly wanted to castrate her dad, or even that she enjoyed knowing he was in pain. But the rush of power from having that much control over a grown man who was an authority figure for so much of her life was exhilarating. It meant that she could humble all of the men in her life. 

Up to this point, her role model for taking control like that was her roommate, Gemma. Gemma exuded a confidence that both men and women responded to. For one thing, she was gorgeous. She was tall with a prominent chest and curvy hips accentuating a muscular frame. She had long, sleek black hair and dark eyes that shined with intensity. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made her imposing, it was mostly her forceful personality.

She had been the one who suggested that Lyla and her group of friends should each try to get a guy into a chastity cage by the end of the year. It seemed ridiculously unlikely, but something about the confidence with which Gemma had presented the idea made it seem possible, and they had all ordered cages immediately.

Of course, Gemma was also the first to succeed in locking a guy in chastity. It wasn’t that hard, she explained, she had picked a guy that she knew was a virgin and strategically brought him closer and closer to having sex but always left him desperate. She had begun by taking him to her and Lyla’s dorm room after a party and excitedly stripping him naked. Once he was standing nervously in front of her with a throbbing hardon pointed at her, she had made her first test by taking his balls in her hand and slowly squeezing harder and harder. He passed the test perfectly. Although he squirmed and asked her, meekly, to be more gentle, he didn’t seriously resist her. When his hand flew reflexively to her wrist in self-defense, it only took a forceful squeeze and a direct command to get him to put his hands in air.

“I want to be clear about who’s in control here. Do you understand?” she had asked calmly.

Although his hand fluttered slightly, he resisted the deep urge to protect himself and said in a trembling tone, “yeah, sure, that’s ok.”

“Control really turns me on,” she had said breathily, “So if you can control yourself, then we can both have an amazing time, ok?”

“Yes,” he replied quickly.

“Good,” she purred, “Then lift my skirt and feel how excited this is making me.” He obeyed, and as she continued to apply various degrees of pressure to his balls, he massaged her wet crotch through her panties. The feeling of his vulnerability as she handled his manhood increasingly roughly and her keen awareness that he was diligently working for her pleasure while she was giving him only pain quickly made her cum again and again, each time clenching his nuts tightly in her fist in a sensory feedback loop than made each orgasm exquisitely intense.

Over the next weeks, she furthered her control and his desperation. Eventually, she let him bring her to orgasm orally while she playfully batted his balls with her feet, not causing serious pain but amusing herself with the knowledge that, even if he didn’t realize it yet, she had already reduced his cock and balls to play things for her pleasure that she would never allow him to use the way he fantasized.

After about a month, when she was sure he would do anything she asked, she said, “All of this build up has made me so excited. I want to fuck you so bad. But it’s going to be so much better after you really prove how much you can control yourself for me, ok?”

“Ok,” he had said without hesitation. As usual, he was naked in front of her while she was clothed, and his straining erection made his eagerness clear.

“Good. Then I want you to put this on,” Gemma said as she showed him the microcage that she had bought, “This will stop you from being able to get hard, so even when I’m not with you, I’ll know you’re controlling yourself for me. Then, when we take it off, it will be even more amazing the first time I let you fuck me.”

She saw both excitement and anxiety on his face as he said, “But I won’t fit in that.”

She laughed, “Not with that big hardon you won’t. So I guess I need to let you jerk off right now. I’ll give you something to look at while you do.” She slipped off her shirt, letting her ample chest, barely restrained by a lacy bra spill forward.

His hand immediately went to his cock, but she smacked it away (leaving, she noticed with satisfaction, a red, stinging area on his cock as well). “Not yet,” she chided, “I’ll take off all my clothes and then you can jerk off, but you have to follow the rules. Don’t make a mess. You can only cum on your own clothes. If you get any on anything in my room, I’m going to cut off your balls so you’ll never do that again.” He looked shocked, but he nodded meekly.

“Next rule,” she continued, “as soon as you’re done, this cage is going on.”

Again, he nodded meekly.

“And, last thing,” she added with a smile, “I’m going to record you.”

“What?” he exclaimed.

“While you are in that cage for a month,” she said smoothly, “I want to watch the video again and again so I can imagine what it will be like when you finally cum in me.”

Excited by the idea of something that would never happen, he agreed. Gemma not only recorded him jerking off but also her locking the cage on. And when she showed it to all of her friends, they all found it deeply satisfying to see his giant, hard cock shrink to a limp scrap of flesh after he came and then seem to disappear as Gemma efficiently pressed the folds of skin into themselves and locked it way behind the tiny microcage.

As Lyla pulled into the college parking lot, she pictured the video again and took pleasure in remembering how the microcage made it look like Gemma had literally taken his dick from him, leaving only a comically bulging sac of obviously vulnerable balls. His evident powerlessness had had been the most intensely thrilling thing that she had ever experienced. Ever that was, until her mom had demonstrated the amazing app. And now she couldn’t wait to share knowledge of the app with Gemma and her other friends.

\~\~

Later, in Lyla’s and Gemma’s dorm room four girls crowded around.

“That’s amazing!” Gemma gasped, “You can really castrate your dad with just one tap?”

“Yep,” Lyla said, proud to see the look of envy in.

“Oh my god,” Andria giggled, “I would castrate my dad right now if I had one of those!”

“I wouldn’t do it now,” Macie said thoughtfully, “You could get so much from this. I’d make him give me all of his money and a plane ticket, then do it after he couldn’t take any of it back.”

“Eh,” Andria shrugged, “I just want the satisfaction of seeing how big and important he thinks he is without his balls.”

“It doesn’t just castrate,” Lyla bragged, “I can shoot a spike right into either of his nuts. When mom did it, he was crying on the floor for hours. See.” She opened a picture that she and her sister had taken when her dad was sobbing on the floor while her mother stood over him and explained that the girls now had the app on their phones too. (“It’s going to be hard on your dad to get used to fact that we now control the fate of his balls,” she said in mock seriousness, “so don’t tease him. He’s still your dad even if you’re in charge now.”)

Gemma trembled looking at the picture of his helpless form and panted, “Let me press it! I want to drop a guy like that from miles away, that’s so much power!”

Lyla hesitated. She felt a little bad. Although she loved the power, she didn’t want to hurt her dad for no reason. Or maybe it was that she didn’t want Gemma to hurt him. After all, Gemma had her own caged boyfriend that she could torment.

As if Gemma had read her mind, she said, “I’ll give you the key to my boyfriend’s cage. With that you will be able to do anything you want with him. Fuck his fat cock, smack his blue balls, whatever. Just let me press the button once.”

Lyla was torn. On one hand, they were just balls. And her mom had to know that she and her sister would use the power she had given them. But what would her mom think about her letting Gemma press the button? She decided that it didn’t matter. He mom had given her this gift and told her to have fun with it, so she was going to have fun.

“Ok,” Lyla said, “give me the key for tonight, and tomorrow I’ll let you shoot one spike into one nut.”

“Deal,” Gemma said, and Lyla saw with pride that the other girls were looking enviously at them.

\~\~

“Do you know what this is?” Lyla asked teasingly as she dangled the key in front of Gemma’s boyfriend’s face. His eyes widened and his face grew bright red, but he didn’t answer. “I know you know what it is,” Lyla goaded, “You don’t have to pretend. Gemma showed us the video. We all know she locked your cock up. And this is the key. She promised to let you out after a month, didn’t she? How long has it been?”

“Longer” he said meekly, not making eye contact.

Lyla snorted a laugh, “It’s been more than two months. I don’t think Gemma is ever going to unlock you. Do you even remember what it feels like to get hard?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he said with a note of defiance. Lyla could tell that he was hoping she would unlock him. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

“Do you want to get hard again, now?” she asked with a seductive smile. 

“Yes!” he panted in desperation.

“Ok,” Lyla said casually, “We can work something out. But first I need you to take off all of your clothes.”

“Ok,” he said excitedly staring at her chest, “Iet’s get naked.”

Lyla laughed, “No. That’s not what I said. I said you get naked.”

“But...” he started to object. 

“Remember who’s in charge here,” she said rolling the key between her fingers.

With a look of embarrassment and defeat, he slowly removed his clothes. Lyla laughed when she saw his bulging full testicles and the metal restraint where his cock should be. The microcage had inverted his dick and pushed it so far inside him that it might as well not be there. Lyla giggled with delight as she ran her finger along the edge of the cage, trying to detect a trace of his dick. She was very aware of his physical discomfort and humiliation, which added so much to the thrill of having full access to such a vulnerable male. She already felt her panties dampen.

She took a deep breath, savoring the feeling, and said, “Ok. I’ll unlock you *if* you do something for me.”

“Yes! Of course! Anything!” he begged.

“Careful what you say,” she said mischievously, “Because what I need you to do is stand there, spread your legs, and let me kick you in the balls ten times.”

“What? No way! You’re joking. No.”

“Ok,” she shrugged, “Then I’ll just give this key back to Gemma.”

“Wait!” he begged as she started to walk away, “I’ll do it if you want. But why?” His eyes were wide with fear and disbelief.

Only a guy would ask why, Lyla thought. Because it’s fun. Because it’s funny. Because that’s what balls are for. Because why not! “Because I’ve never done it before and I’m curious if it really hurts as much as you guys pretend it does,” she lied.

In fact, she had already kicked more balls than she could remember. But she had never had access to such full balls attached to a guy that she could easily command. When she had used the “I’m just curious” line on other guys, she normally only got to land two or three kicks before the guy started to cry or threw up or stayed curled on the floor whining about his “broken balls.” She didn’t think that she had ever really broken any, although some guys left her room with swollen, bruised sacs that made her wonder. Funnily, they never let her know the outcome.

Now, she wanted to see exactly how much damage she could do.

He stood for a long time in silent panic before saying meekly, “Just don’t do it too hard, alright?”

“I won’t!” she lied. And he trembled as he stood before her and spread his legs. The knowledge that she saw in his eyes of how powerless he now was sent a pleasant tingle through her body. Without warning, she sent her boot smashing right into both nuts. 

His face registered shock and pain at the same time as his body lurched to the floor.

“Get up,” she said, “Remember, unless you take ten kicks, you stay locked up.”

He looked up with tears filling the corners of his eyes and grunted, “You said you wouldn’t kick hard.”

“I didn’t!” Lyla lied, “That was like a tap! Quit holding your little balls and stand up and I’ll show you what a real kick is if you want.” She smiled at his trembling form on the ground, appreciating how fully she had incapacitated him. She wondered if she had broken them. They didn’t look any different, but maybe one had a crack forming and a second kick would burst it open it like an egg. The thought was so exciting to her that she almost drug him to his feet, saying, “Come on, stand up! I promise I’ll be careful! Here, support yourself by holding onto the backs of these chairs. Just stay standing and it will be over before you know it. Ok?”

Reluctantly, he complied as she moved two chairs so that he could support himself. She had tried to kick as hard as she could the first time, but she knew that, subconsciously, something had held her back. She psyched herself up, visualizing landing a kick that would shatter his balls. She drew her leg back and kicked with significantly more force than she had the first time. Even though he flinched, she felt her boot make contact with both balls and thrilled as she felt them compress against his pelvis.

Energized by a feeling of power, she commanded, “Stay standing and keep your legs spread.” He obeyed, despite looking like he was about to vomit. Wasting no time, she launched another kick, even more powerful than the last. Again, she felt both balls smash into his pelvis, and a warm feeling of joy radiated from the center of her body. He started to close his legs, but her leg shot forward quickly. She laughed as his balls rose in front of his abdomen, carried up by the tip of her boot. Can you kick a guys balls off?, she wondered. That might be more fun than breaking them!

He dropped to his knees, clinging to the chairs for support as his body convulsed. She had a clear shot but, now that he was on his knees, less room to gain speed on the upswing. She stepped back and took a running start. Again, she got the satisfying feeling of hitting them dead on. Again, she felt them crush between her boot and his pelvis. Was she imagining it, or did they now feel more… squishy? The thought sent a tingle through her whole body as she took a step back to assess her work.

His sac has bright red. She could tell that it was going to be bruised. And its contents definitely looked swollen. She knew enough about male anatomy to know that balls swollen that much were in danger. Even if she stopped now and let him put ice on them, she had probably already lowered his sperm count measurably. The thought sent more warm tingles through her body, and her voice had an unmistakable ring of delight to it as she said, “That was five! We’re halfway there.”

“No,” he said barely audibly through tears, “I can’t. Please." 

“Really?” Lyla asked in mock surprise, “You are just going to stop halfway there and leave that cage on forever? That’s no fun! Come on, just pull yourself back up, I’ll do this super quick, and then I’ll unlock you. Once you’re out, you’ll never have to put in on again. Don’t you want out?”

“Yes,” he whimpered, “but you’re breaking my balls." 

“You’re exaggerating!” Lyla laughed, “Come on, be a man and tough it out. I promise it’ll be worth it! Look, I’ll even take my boots off, ok?”

As he meekly agreed, Lyla realized that she had already broken more than his balls. She had broken his will. He looked at the ground and he didn’t seem to have any real fight left in him as he pleaded, “Please, just don’t do it so hard this time.”

Looking at the deformed, swollen lumps filling his sac, Lyla wanted more than anything to finish the job, to make him as ball-less as he already sounded, to stop him from ever recovering his confidence and for both of them to know that she had changed him forever. “Don’t worry,” she said sweetly, “Just close your eyes and relax.”

He obediently shut his eyes, and she watched with amusement as he fearfully twitched, expecting a kick that he could no longer see coming. She waited until she saw his body relax for a moment and struck again. The feeling of his balls smashed between his pelvis and the top of her foot was pure extasy, and she instinctively passed her hand under her skirt to rub herself gentle as his body collapsed to a quivering mound on the floor.

Looking up powerlessly, he started to whimper, “please, I can’t get up.”

“Shhh,” Lyla soothed while she continue to slowly rub herself, “It’s ok. Don’t worry. You just stay on the ground. I’ll finish up like this.”

Relief swept over him before he fully understood what she meant. But then pain exploded through his body as her foot smashed down on his nuts. She counted out as she stomped: “7… 8… 9… 10!” Between each stomp, she enjoyed rolling his misshapen balls under her foot. She kept her hand under her skirt, rubbing faster. As she ground one of his balls into the floor after the final stomp, a feeling of intense pleasure washed over her and she bit her lip.

As she came back to her senses, she became aware that he was sobbing either from pain or sadness. He looked like a ragdoll, defeated at her feet. His shoulders heaved and his fingers fearfully assessed the damage. “Please,” be whimpered, “I need a doctor.”

“You poor thing!” she said with almost believable sympathy, “You made it all the way to the end, and now you can’t enjoy your prize! It’s ok. I know a very good doctor. I’ll text Gemma and we’ll all go see her together.” 

She took out her phone and typed to Gemma: “i got a little carried away, i hope you don’t mind, but we probably need someone to look at ur bfs balls. we can take him to the dr that did my dads vasectomy.” She also sent a picture of him cradling his balls, and then, for her own amusement took more pictures and videos while she waited for Gemma to arrive.