A Painful Shower!!

Ty stood in the shower, his mind blissfully distracted by the cascading water. Its warmth enveloped him like a comforting embrace while he lathered his body, the soap bubbles dancing across his skin.

He lathered his cinnamon scented soap all over his tall, muscular body, before moving down lower to his abs, and moving even lower down to his flaccid cock and low hanging bull balls, lathering them and gently holding his balls as the abuse they felt last week at the mall, as he finally moved to his tree trunk like legs. He had grown used to drawing attention, but in moments like this, alone and unbothered, he felt at peace.

As the warm water rinsed his dreads, he glanced around the bathroom—steam fogging the glass and water droplets sizzling on the tiled floor. The world outside his personal sanctuary faded away, and he took a moment to appreciate the silence .Then an alarm went off on his phone, signaling that his 20 minute shower was officially over.

He cursed under his breath—another reminder of his mother’s penchant for eco-friendly habits. As he stepped out, a shiver raced down his spine. He reached for his towel, only to find the rack completely bare. Puzzled, he wrapped his arms around his chest, trying to mask the sudden chill, and peered out from the shower's glass door.

“Mom!” he called, the word bouncing off the tiled walls. He turned the tap off, droplets still clinging to his skin and creating little rivers down his legs as he awkwardly waited for a response.

“Yeah!” came Teresa’s warm voice from down the stairs. She almost looked exactly like her son Ty, with similar vitiligo patches on her beautiful face and all over her chubby yet curvy body.

“Have you seen my towel?” Ty felt a wave of vulnerability wash over him.

“All the towels are in the wash, sweetie. I’m sorry!” she replied, with a hint of concern in her tone.

Ty sighed, his heart racing. “So… you want me to just, uh…?” His voice trailed off, caught between embarrassment and disbelief.

“Yes, darling. You’ll just have to make a quick run to your room without it. You can do that, right?” She says as she’s trying to continue making lunch for her husband and kids.

Ty’s cheeks flushed, half from embarrassment and half from the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Alright. Here goes nothing,” he muttered, steeling himself for the awkward trek.

Naked, he stepped onto the cool tile floor, his footfalls muffled against the carpet of the hallway. He peaked out, ensuring that the coast was clear. The house was quiet except for the distant sounds of the washing machine humming away. A sly grin crept over his lips as he tiptoed, careful to keep the water from staining the carpet, but he didn’t factor in Jess.

Jess had been lounging in her bedroom watching TV when she caught a glimpse of Ty’s towering figure sneak past her door, and like it was in slow motion she saw a quick glimpse of Ty’s flaccid cock. Her curiosity piqued, as she got up silently from her bed and she followed his path, and the moment she caught sight of her stepbrother, the wheels in her head began to spin. She quickly yet silently dashed back to her room to hatch a plan that would rattle his composed demeanor.

A few seconds later she returns with a slingshot and a tiny metal ball, and with a silent giggle she aims the slingshot up at Ty, but her vision trails down to his wet muscular butt, she couldn’t help but giggle that even his butt had vitiligo patches, but she saw his large balls dangling just underneath his butt, she thought that his warm shower lowered his nutsack a lot more.

She then lowers the aim of her slingshot to Ty’s testicles before placing the tiny metal ball on the pouch before pulling the bands back as far as she can just so she knows her brother could feel like up until next week. And on a whispered count to 3 she fired, and with a sickening—

*CRUNCH*

The metal ball ricocheted to Ty’s lower and slightly larger left testicle, as the metal ball strikes his testicle so hard, they go separate ways making the left one fly to the front while the right one swings to the back, before slamming back against each other in a painful yet audible clap.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he lets out a very quiet shrill, his voice being a few octaves higher from the unexpected assault.

“Bullseye!!” Jess says as she celebrates her perfect nut-crunching aim.

Ty falls down to his knees as his soaked hands tremble down to his soaked and aching testicle(s). He rolls over groaning and whining in agony, as for some reason his balls clapping against each other hurt a lot more than the metal ball.

That’s when Jess finally walks over to Ty with a big smile that resembled the Cheshire Cat and stops just a few feet away from him as she towers his now floored body.

“You ok T? Having some ball pain?” Jess says as she lets out a laugh clearly enjoying her stepbrother’s agony.

“Aughhh… What the FUCK did you do?!!” Ty says as he continues rolling around on the ground cradling his balls.

“I technically didn’t really do anything~ I was just testing out my slingshot and saw a really big target. Plus it’s not like I caused all that pain!! I saw your fat balls slap against each other, I heard it too~!!” She says in a teasing tone.

“Fuuck this hurts!!” Ty whines out clearly feeling discomfort.

“Well man up and get dressed you big nutted baby!!” Jess says as she sashays back to her room leaving Ty a groaning mess.