The Caregiver Part 2: Scrambled Eggs and Trash

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/9aDbvkO750)

All Characters are 18+



Luca couldn’t hang out with his friends that night. He was too sick from the kick to get up and had to sleep the night away. Or at least tried to, as the pain never really quite went away and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He and Emily finally got in a fight, an actual fight it felt like, and it was over in just a flash. She went downstairs, to his manhood, and ended it before it truly began.

Not to mention, him actually getting kicked by her… it shook something in him. Emily always made jokes about it, tempted Landon’s sister to slam him in the nuts and always said weird, annoying things that made him squirm. Something inside him always knew this was possible but it still felt like a boundary, like a fence between reality and a nightmare. A line he and Emily drew in the sand together as she’s never hit him in the balls before. It was an understanding, an agreement that would never be broken. She’d joke about it, point it out and make him squirm, hell she’d even do it to guys around them. But to her own baby brother, to someone she looks after and is responsible for… to kick them so hard in their most sensitive, intimate place… it just didn’t feel possible.

Even when they were younger, she always felt like something more than a sister. The age gap made her like a 2nd mom to him and when they were younger, she was protective over him and never made him squirm. But ever since a few years ago, when Luca moved in with her, things just got more and more uncomfortable.

Reaching this boiling point, Luca squirmed on his bed and clutched his sore plums in his hand and tried to move on. He went to his phone, saw all the texts he got from all his friends and one missed call from Landon. Luca put his phone away and just tried to melt into his bed as the deep, dull ache in his balls and stomach permeated and he just tried to rest through it. He knew she was working tomorrow, and so he could just rest tomorrow and do what he needed to do.


The next day comes and Luca gets out of his bed. His balls are still a little sensitive, but he’s able to get up. Pulling on his boxers and rubbing his hair, he smells his hand after he pulls it away from cupping his balls and sucks the smell in. He then breathes out and makes it to the door, then quickly to the kitchen to make his breakfast. He walks into the smell of eggs.

“Morning. I made you breakfast.”

Luca stared at Emily with a confused and almost frightened look on his face. He didn’t expect to see her here, and didn’t want to see her either after last night.

Emily looked up from the couch, and saw Luca standing there. She saw a tent in his underwear and couldn’t help but point it out.

Luca looked down and flattened it; he wasn’t hard, he just had himself laying against the fabric and that’s how it rested. His dick flopped down and shook in his musty drawers. He didn’t have the energy or desire to explain. He didn’t want to talk about anything uncomfortable.

“Thank you for breakfast…” He said, going over to the food and staring at the scrambled eggs. He looked at the bottle of ketchup on the table and then back down at his food for a moment. He was lost in thought.

“I called out today. Making sure I didn’t break your balls or anything.”

Luca groaned and closed his eyes. His hands went down to his chair and he shook his head.

“It’s fine.”

“Ha, that’s not what I’m talking about. I mean to make sure that your balls aren’t broken, not your pride. I kicked you really hard.”

A slight tremor at the comment, Luca heard his own breath break through his defenses. He tried to focus on something else, and started to pick at his scrambled eggs.

“Haha, man. You threw up in the toilet too. When I went over to use it, I saw some of the chicken from dinner and your balls were in there too HA! Haven’t done that to somebody before. Damn, sorry little bro. But at least you know what I can do to you now, so you better listen!” She laughed, turning from the TV and staring at Luca squirm in his wooden seat.

Luca sat back and pushed in, struggling against this wobbly, weak excuse for a chair that just couldn’t stay still and made whining, scraping noises against the floor, and how *could* anyone focus when sitting on this broken, weak chair that does nothing but groan pathetically and Luca’s groin suddenly shivered and his thighs pressed and pulled apart like he were trying to swim away.

“Anyways. Sorry you didn’t go out last night. I really didn’t mean to kick you so hard… even though you were asking for it. You know that, right?”

“I… Em. You were-”

“It was loud too, wasn’t it? Fuck, it was like somebody slammed a whole slab of beef on the ground! Guys always cry over that shit, buncha babies haha, ahhh… maybe you can ask Landon to look after it for you… speaking of… actually sorry. I’m probably making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”

“... I’m fine, I just…”

“Sorry. I’ll be going out tonight, so you’ll have the place to yourself until then. Have some fun, or whatever.”

“...Thank you for the scrambled eggs, Emily.”

Emily stared at Luca as he started to eat with his right hand, scooping up the slightly seasoned eggs by fork. Emily laughed out loud and shook his head.

“Anytime, Luca. Fuck, you make it so easy sometimes.”

“...you aren’t so easy either, Emily.”

Emily laughed and shook her head. Luca told himself he didn’t care if she got mad at him but prepared for the worse. As the silence lingered, he first felt his knuckles whiten but as it lasted, his fingers and body loosened. Luca let out a courageous breath. Luca focused on the food in front of him. He didn’t realize he was hungry until he started eating.

She wasn’t always so hard to be around… Luca thought. Yeah, she’s always had a weird sense of humor but she isn’t even that bad now. She was obviously joking and let his little comment go. She made him breakfast too, which he didn’t realize how much he appreciated until right now. And as she got up to get ready, she gave him a hug and a kiss. Those aren’t the actions of a bully, right?


And so, the day went along. Luca stayed home and Emily went out to enjoy the impromptu day off. Luca asked Landon what he was doing, but Landon never got back to him. He’s usually working at this time and also, he knows that he’s been busier recently. Landon is almost always going out, but Luca only goes sometimes. Landon tries to go to social gatherings but Luca only liked to go to smaller, friends at school gatherings, so they had that difference. In a way, Luca looked up to Landon for that and it was Landon’s energy and dorky enthusiasm that helped Luca feel so comfortable opening up. Luca thought fondly on these realizations and took the day to stay back and work on some of his art. He started painting recently and realized he was good at it and it was a lot of fun. Recent events have filled Luca with a lot to feel and think, so putting things on paper was easier than some days. He just let it go with some music in the background.

Later, Luca got a text from Emily saying she might be bringing a boy back. Luca groaned and realized he had to get the place in order. He cleaned up a little bit, a nice thought to make the place look nice. After touching up and making sure the floor was clear enough to eat off of, he sat down and waited.

Luca waited and waited. It was late and he wondered where she was, and thought this might mean that she’s having more fun than she thought she would. That’s good news for Luca and he just realized he really needs to shower; he hasn’t showered in a few days. Luca can’t believe he didn’t shower earlier, realizing that he’s a dirty little pig afterall.

Washing off, Luca heard the door open and froze listening for footsteps. Silently. Luca waited and one pair of feet marched towards the kitchen and put down bags on a table. He waited and waited and realized that was the only pair of feet in the room. Luca sighed a sigh of relief, but then realized this might actually be bad news. If she doesn’t have some new boy toy to focus on and was expecting one… he just hopes she wasn’t drinking again.

Luca came to the kitchen wearing his jeans from the other day. He didn’t have a clean shirt, so came in without one. His body was firm and strong, sculpted by youth and bouncing energy. He didn’t think twice about not wearing a shirt because no one else was here, but he immediately regretted his carelessness.

“Here’s beats his chest. Why are you always walking around like I want to see your shit? Want to walk around with nothing covering your dick too?”

“No Em, I just don’t have any clean shirts right now.”

“Oh, so another thing you need me to do for you?”

Bad news, Luca thought. Bad news.

“I never said that.” Luca said exasperated already, as he helped get the dinner out of the bag. Frantically, Emily was shifting around behind him, frustrated and wearing tight jeans and a low-cut blouse, both of which were very flattering to her figure. Hair in a ponytail,

“You didn’t have to say anything.” Emily continued. “I come home, see you’ve done nothing all day-”

“I cleaned up.”

“Congratulations on doing the bare minimum, adult male! But you didn’t do any laundry and then show off something else I have to do and something you’re too lazy to do. You knew what you were doing.”

“Sorry Em, I just wasn’t thinking.”

“You never fucking think. Jesus, Luca. I fucking hate boys like you, always acting like you’re a gift to us all. And to think I just put you in your fucking place too. Do you want to go there again?” Emily shredded into him, throwing the sandwich she got for him on the table. Luca grimaced and bit his tongue. He eyed the food, starving but watched as Emily sat down at the table and Luca cautiously did too.

“Well? Do you!?”

“No, no of course not. I don’t-”

“Of course you don’t. You men get reminded of your weak balls once and you squirm forever about it. It’s a miracle you guys get anything done.”

“That’s not…” Luca started, unwrapping the sandwich and groaning. “Sorry, I’m sorry. Can we start over?” Luca said, looking up at Emily.

Emily looked back at Luca and he saw in her a viciousness that wasn’t there before. She was angry. She wanted a fight and something happened. And he didn’t realize it until now, but she’s been drinking *again.*

“Fine. Let’s start over. How are your balls?”

Luca grimaced and looked down.

“Well? I’m asking as a concerned parent. Are they sore?”

“No. I’m… I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt much.”

“Good. Because that can be fixed, you know.”

Luca squirmed and felt the soreness of his balls in his thighs. They heard the threats against them and are crying out between, ringing the warning bells.

“No, no, please don’t. I’m sorry.”

“Good. Fucking boys. You guys are stupidly easy to control but also so fucking difficult at the same time.”

“Didn’t have a good time out?” Luca asked, trying to sound caring.

“What do you think?”

Luca didn’t respond as he started to eat his sandwich.

“Dumbass question. Ugh! I need another drink.”

“Emily, didn’t you already go get drinks?”

“So what if I did?”

Luca looked at her and chose his words carefully. “You shouldn’t drink too often. You get angry when you’re drunk.”

“Well, maybe if the men in my life weren’t such fucking pussies. Man of the house, my ass, men are the biggest fucking babies ever, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Luca nodded, chewing.

Emily grimaced and watched him eat. “And they never fucking listen to anything women have to say.”

Luca nodded knowingly, not looking up and Emily’s rage grew hotter.

“And they don’t fucking care about anyone other than themselves.”

“And they’re weak, stupid things who cry over the stupidest things.”

“And they’re ungrateful, selfish fucks who don’t deserve shit!”

Emily leaned over and grabbed the sandwich Luca was eating, threw it back in the wrapper, pulled it together and stomped over to the garbage and slammed it in hard. Luca stared in shock as he realized what just happened. He slammed his hands against the table and screamed.

“What the fuck!”

“Oh, now you’re fucking listening, huh? That’s all it takes?”

“Fuck you, that was my dinner!”

“You sat around on your lazy fucking ass all day! Fuck you!”

“You told me to wait for you!”

“I told you to get a fucking job too, but you’re still jerking off with Landon!”

“Why do you keep on acting like I’m fucking him! I’m not!”

“Oh, you sure got me fooled! Fuck, with that blonde hair and how often you show off in front of the mirror, I thought you’d be deep in his pants by now!”

“You’re such a fucking bitch!”

Emily slapped Luca across his face and screamed.

“I’m tired of your fucking attitude! You ungrateful prick! Treat me like this one more time and I swear to God I’ll kick you in your weak fucking balls so hard you’ll never use them again, you hear me!”

Luca stared daggers into Emily’s eyes and knew she was serious. She’s threatened his balls and there was no forgetting how he felt yesterday. The helplessness and the frustration and all of the abuse boiled up in him, staring at the sickeningly familiar face in front of him. He knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to fight back and give her a reason.

He rubbed his check, pooled up the saliva in his cheek and almost spit it. But he swallowed it whole, staring at her and bubbling with rage.

Silently, he stared in his chair but refused to back down. Shirtless, and silently flexing his muscles as a powerful male. She looked down at him sitting in his chair then back up at him.

“You’re such a fucking bitch boy.” Emily said. “A coward. A weak, pathetic boy who’s nowhere near being a man.”

Luca stood up in his chair to stand up to her. He didn’t take his eyes off her and immediately saw in the corner of his eye her hand shooting out. He went in to try and dodge it but she grabbed the wad of meat in his pants with frightening accuracy and squeezed hard.

Luca cried out and grabbed her wrist in shock. Looking down, he saw his balls in a vise of his sister’s fingers and an electric shock struck him and his entire world went white. The shock made him twist in pain and away from Emily’s grab but couldn’t and immediately realized the situation he was in. His eyes jumped up to plead with his cruel sister.

“Let go, let go.” Luca immediately let out. Emily felt Luca trying to pull away but too frightened and pained to do anything with his balls in her grasp.

Emily knew exactly what she was doing afterall. She waited until Luca stood up to throw her claw from underneath and scoop up her brother’s heavy balls, and crushed. She stared at him as he went through the immediate stages of *“Oh God, what is happening!”* to *”she has my balls, my balls!”*, to *“Oh God, stop, stop!”* and she couldn’t help but laugh at how perfect this was.

“Oh, I always wanted to do this! You aren’t a man yet, but damn Luca!”

“My balls, it hurts, it hurts!”

“Fuck yea, it hurts!” Emily announced, the heavy feeling of his two testicles formed around her fingers. She couldn’t believe how vivid the feeling was through his jeans; they are super thin she realized. She closed her fingers tightly, watching his eyes shiver and mouth quiver as he tightened his face and tucked his lips in and bent slightly downwards. He looked so pathetic. His eyes were squinting and watering, and he looked so helpless. She pulled his balls away from his thighs, and he whined out, legs wobbling and ran his head into her for support.

“See how easy it is to make you a bitch?”

“Fuck, fuck my nuts! Fuck you, fuck you so bad!”

Emily crushed her hand as completely as she could and Luca shrieked out, twisting in her hands and his eyes totally enveloped in a dam of tears. His head was pulsing, the pain inside him was so much different than yesterday. Yesterday, it was like his soul was getting ripped out and he was left numb, sick and devastated. Here, his balls felt like they were caught in a vise and a loud, bright shattering was happening between his legs constantly. He couldn’t stand still in the pain as it got brighter and brighter, making him hotter and more desperate. He pulled at her wrist, which only made Emily’s grip tighten and Luca desperately whined and held his sister tightly.

“Fuck! You’re killing me, Em!”

“Apologize, Luca or I’ll break your balls in half!”

“Fuck, fuck I-I’m sorry!” He whimpered, the sharp pain in his balls was just too overwhelming. It was like they were exuding this blinding pain through the veins connecting his balls to the rest of the body and each squeeze broke his balls, squeezed out that pain and made it harder and harder for him to stay and think. His exhaustion was coming through.

“Say you’re a bitch.”

“F-Fuck! Let go, Emily, I can’t-”

“Say you’re a fucking bitch!”

“Agh! Please, please-”

“Say it!”

“I’m a bitch, let go, let go!” Luca relented, standing on his toes.

Emily grabbed Luca by the chin and made sure she could see her little brother’s face. She stared at his familiar features, the same face she’s seen grow up over the last 18 years. And in this moment of intimacy, it was broken and desperate, wet and sweaty as his sexual organs were getting crushed in her fingers. He put up no defense; he was staring at her with exactly the desperation and agony he was experiencing inside. Luca’s eyes watered as Emily stared and she dug her thumb into his testicle. His eyes rolled, body spasmed and voice croaked as he tried to slither away but she just tightened her grip. His bare upper body recoiled and glistened in the sweat and Emily pressed into it, keeping her hand buried between his legs and not losing grip of the family jewels

“EEEIII!” He shrieked, she leaned in with him and twisted his nuts and he tried one last time to get away. He pulled at her hands, tried to fall through but nothing worked. He couldn’t get away and the pain. It wasn’t just in his balls, it colored his vision, made him squirm like a bug and his stomach was full with the pain.

Yesterday’s pain was this deep, guttural and overwhelming experience that warped over time but this was sharper beyond compare. A knife was burning through his abdomen, twisting and he was in constant danger. Luca's eyes were in tears and with one twist of Emily’s hand, his legs collapsed beneath the pain and he shrieked. Emily finally had to let go or fall down with him.

Luca’s hands were both between his legs, his bare upper body curled up, muscles of no comfort as he whimpered with his balls in his paws. Touching them sent shockwaves of pain through him so he just squirmed, his wrist pressing against his groin and legs shifting around. He was in a disgusting amount of pain.

“Since you needed a reminder. Don’t ever take advantage of me again. Learn some fucking respect, or you and your balls won’t make it out of this summer, man. Fuck!”

Emily kicked Luca’s ass, and he let out a shrill whine and rolled onto his stomach. She stared at Luca and watched as he writhed and turned around, his animation smoothing out and he seemed less frantic. But she could see tears falling down his cheek before he swiped it away and tucked his eyes in elbow.

Luca was in tremendous pain once again. The soreness from yesterday hasn’t totally gone away which made this all the worse. His sister once again just manhandled his balls and this time, literally had them in her hand and crushed. He couldn’t believe how different this experience was, but once the sharpness died down, he suddenly felt it in his stomach again. He was sick again and coughing on the floor.

Emily walked over Luca and went into the trash, to look for his sandwich. It was still in the wrapping, surrounded by the corners and not touching any of the other trash in there. She made sure to grab the bag from the inside and shake it up, to tilt the sandwich over in the garbage and then slammed it shut. Just to guarantee it’s wastedness.

She turned back to her brother, curled up and clutching his balls through his jeans. His forehead was in the ground as the other hand was stretched out, grasping the floor hopelessly as he was breathing heavily.

“NNnngghh… Nnnnnnn! MMMMM! My balls, my balls… fuck, fuck!”

Luca shifted in the ground, his neck outstretched and body arching. Emily couldn’t help but start laughing at his ridiculous contortions and expressions.

“Bwahah! Fuck, you should see yourself right now. Oh shit, wait my phone! I’ll show you later!”

Emily took out her phone and turned it to record her brother writhing on the ground. He weakly protested but couldn’t stop himself from coughing and breathing heavily on the floor. She brought her phone up to his face, capturing his tears running down his cheeks and heavy breathing. He tried to slap it away and Emily moaned in distaste.

“Aw, come on you little Nancy. This is golden! Oh God, I’ll just have to pull this video up again when you’re acting out.”

“Emily, fuck! You…” Luca shifted in the ground and groaned in pain as he breathed out and grimaced. He hid his face in his elbow as he laid on his back and whined again. “You’re such a fucking bitch…”

“See. That’s *exactly* what got you in this situation in the first place!”

Emily walked over and pressed her foot into Luca’s hand that was covering his groin. He protested loudly, “No, stop, stop!” and pushed her away, looking up with what’s meant to be an angry face. But the tears and pain on his face made Emily laugh louder.

“Oh, is that your big boy face! Oh my GAAARRWWD What a little bitch! Aw fuck Luca. You turned my night around. Maybe I have to do this more often!”

Luca turned his face away and bent over on his knees, pulling his hands into his groin and cradling his balls carefully. But the pain was still in his stomach, so he stretched out and brought a hand to his stomach.

“Gonna throw up again?”

“No… fuck, leave me alone Emily…”

“Haha, big guy is all up in his feelings right now.”

“No, I’m all up in my balls! Stop going for my balls!”

“Fuck, it’s the best place to go! Two nights in a row.”

“This is so fucked up… you have… no idea how bad this hurts.”

“Ha! Don’t need to! Only need to know where to go to hit your reset buttons! I pressed them hard today. Has anyone ever pressed them like I do?”

Luca sat over his knees, refusing to answer even as she got the camera up close again. He tried to ignore it and her.

“So? Am I your first?”

“You’re so… so annoying.”

“Then answer me, bitch!”

“Yes! No one’s ever made me feel this way… so fucking useless…” Luca’s voice trembled as he spoke. He tried to hide his face again.

“Awww, baby’s gonna cry! Can’t have the big whiney sensitive boy show big manly tears! And all after I just pressed his little grapes a little.”

“Fuck you!”

“Alright, alright. Maybe that’s unfair of me. They were certainly bigger than little grapes.”

“Leave me alone!”

“Hey, that’s a compliment!”

Luca suddenly tried to stand up and pushed up to his knees. When he got on his feet, he stumbled and held onto the table for assistance. Emily laughed, watching him stumble like a baby fawn.

“Awww, he can’t even stand! Man, guys have it terrible.”

Luca couldn’t help himself and reached out to try and knock the phone out of his sister’s hands. He reached over to try and pull the rectangle out of her hand and a quick scuffle entailed. Emily yelled as she pulled her phone back and pushed back to keep his long, powerful frame away from her. She didn’t even think as she pulled her leg up and felt her shin swing up between two long legs and slamming her hard bony shin into Luca’s balls.

Immediately, Luca cried out as his testicles flattened against his pubic bone and a white hot explosion of agony erupted from between his legs. Luca’s 18 year old body bent over and fell forward, knees slamming into the ground as air fled his lungs as he choked in a silent, crushing gasp. His eyes rolled back as he rolled to his side, neck extended as he looked like a fish out of water and Emily cried out in boisterous laughter.

“Oh God, got him again! I didn’t even mean to that time, and I knocked them! Fuck! Haha!”

Luca’s vision swarmed as convulsed under the waves of pain. His jelly legs pushed as his hands tried to protect his busted balls but there was no way to ease the pain. He immediately choked and tried to cough out as nausea pounded him and he felt sicker than ever. His open mouth laid open on the ground as he heaved, saliva pooling on the floor as he tasted the disgusting agony of his testicles slammed up into his stomach and throat, and the wooden ground on his lips.

Luca was disoriented and crippled by the pain he was in. The slow build up from yesterday was absolutely not the case now. He struggled yesterday to try and fight the pain, but there was no chance today. The pain kept on rising and rising and Luca was hopeless against it.

“Aww! No, no, no, no! Fuck, fuuuck…” He croaked out.

“Oh, look at his face! Oh my *God*, this is so iconic.”

He just couldn’t get away from it. A part of him, hearing his sister, just got rushed with another wave of frustration and embarrassment. She just kicked me in the balls *again*. She just grabbed them, mocked him and recorded it. Then she just whacks them *again* and holy *fuck* it was unbelievable. The pain wrecked him, and there was nothing left in him. Luca stared blankly ahead at his sister’s feet as she bent over, putting her camera in his face. He didn’t move as she laughed and got the perfect video.

She posed in a crouch turning the camera and herself around so she was right next to her dying shirtless brother and smiled next to his ravaged corpse. Her breasts pressed up together as she smiled and posed, her flat backhand pressing against her chin and beaming.

“Oh, this is going to be our postcard! Haha!”

Luca’s eyes closed and tears fell down his cheek. The pain inside him was coming in rhythmic waves, torturing and relentlessly pounding him. Nausea spread out from the depths of his balls and each swallow of breath fed his agony and made everything worse. His balls felt broken and each movement just caused them to break apart further. Luca just wished he would die instead of feeling this tremendous pain. His vision blurred in and out, mind raced as the cruel, physical reality of the agony in his balls was only made worse when he heard his sister’s taunting above.

“Oh God, you’re still gasping. Luca, you’re so fucked! I’ll have to tell Landon you won’t be down for any gooning! Oh bro, you’re so fucking done. This is *so* going on tiktok!”

Luca’s body trembled and gasped shallowly. Intense waves of nausea forced him to wretch weakly on the ground and he was in a constant state of worsening pain.

“Unnnn… annnnn… fuuccckkk… I… nn, you… f-f-f-fffffaaaa… ahhhh…”

“Oh Man, I could be here all day. Ah, that gave me a good laugh. Oh LOOOORDD that was beautiful. I can’t call out tomorrow though, so your balls better not be broken.”

Emily kept on recording Luca’s writhing mass of skin and boy meat. His legs curled and his breathing was labored. His bleached hair swayed and swung on his head and his once optimistic face was wet with sweat and clenched with agony.

Luca didn’t know when Emily stopped recording but he heard her step over him again and again in the middle of the floor. She could’ve went elsewhere, but there was something about walking over Luca that made Emily just want to do it over and over again, like a child playing with her favorite toy.

When Luca was able to really move and manage through the pain, pushed up against the wall and tried desperately not to aggravate his sensitivities. One hand gently cradled his balls in his jeans as the other kept himself against the wall. His eyes wet and sore, he looked around and saw the food no longer on the table and Emily no longer in the room. He has no idea how late it was, but he needed to go to the bathroom and then rest.

He slowly waddled to the bathroom, in a similar state from last night. Only this time, no one was around to witness his shame. Instead, that happened before when he was knocked down and out.

Emily… he thought of her smiling, her abuse and her phone. She ruined him again and he’s just not safe from her attacks at his manhood. He took the bait and she got him. He’s so fucking stupid.

But this was just so much worse than anything he expected. Yesterday was just one kick, and that was traumatic. Today, she treated him worse, he did less and the agony was a new level. His balls were bruised and he felt sick long after the fact. His sister destroyed his balls again and totally owns him. What else could he do?