beg me to slap ur balls or I‘ll tell ur mum

Finn is my next-door neighbor. He’s 24, tall and a little awkward, with short blondish hair and these soft brown eyes that go wide every time I tease him. He lives with his parents in the house right beside mine. I’ve been flirting with him for months, leaning over the fence in my scrubs after class, telling him his shirt looks tight, brushing against him when we both take the trash out. He always blushes and stammers. It’s adorable tbh. And it makes me a tiny bit wet knowing how easy he is to break.

Last Saturday night his parents were away for the weekend. He texted me around 10pm saying the house was empty and asking if I wanted to come over for a drink. I knew exactly what that meant. I walked over in a tiny black skirt, a cropped white tank top with no bra, and my favorite chunky sneakers. My blonde hair was loose. I didn’t even knock, I just pushed the back door open.

Finn was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in gray sweatpants and a plain tee. The room was bright under the overhead lights. Family photos covered the fridge. His mom’s stupid “Live Laugh Love” sign hung above the sink. It made everything feel extra dirty.

“Hey neighbor,” I said, hopping up to sit on the kitchen island. My skirt rode up so he could see I wasn’t wearing panties. “Parents gone?”

He nodded fast and I could see he was already hard in his pants. “Yeah. Whole weekend.”

I spread my legs a little and crooked a finger. “Come here.”

He stepped between my thighs like he was in a trance. I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked them down with his boxers. His cock sprang out, thick and already leaking. His balls hung heavy underneath. Perfect sight.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked once, very slow. Then I cupped his balls and squeezed. Hard. He gasped and grabbed the counter.

“Emmy… fuck…wait”

I squeezed tighter, rolling his balls in my palm until his knees shook. “These are mine tonight, yeah?” I giggled.

He nodded, breathing fast.

I let go, pulled my hand back, and slapped his balls hard. The smack echoed off the kitchen tiles. Finn yelped. I slapped them again, sharper this time, watching them bounce. Then I did it a third time, even harder. His eyes watered.

I slid off the island, turned him so his back was against the counter, and dropped to my knees. I sucked his cock into my mouth for a few strokes, getting him nice and wet. Then I stood back up, pushed him against the fridge so the family photos rattled, and kicked my sneaker gently between his legs. The toe tapped his balls. Not full force but just enough to make him jump and moan.

“Spread your legs wider,” I ordered.

He did. I kicked again, a little harder. The smack of my sneaker against his sack made him whimper. I squeezed his balls again right after, digging my fingers in while I looked him dead in the eye.

“You’re crying already and we haven’t even fucked yet,” I said, laughing softly. “Pathetic.”

I pulled my tank top off, let my tits bounce free, then bent over the kitchen table right in front of him. “Fuck me, Finn. But keep your hands on the table. I’m going to play with your balls the whole time.”

He slid into me from behind, groaning loud. I was soaked just from seeing him being so obedient to me.

He started thrusting, slow at first. I reached between my legs, grabbed his balls, and slapped them hard with every thrust. After the first three slaps they were red and swollen already.

I squeezed them tight while he pounded me, twisting just enough to make him sob. Then I kicked back lightly with my heel, tapping them between strokes. The kitchen was filled with the wet sounds of him fucking me and the sharp cracks of my hand and foot on his balls.

After a few minutes I pulled off him, turned around, and sat on the edge of the table. “Now it’s your turn,” I said. “I want you to slap your own balls for me. Hard. While I watch. And you’re going to beg me the whole time.”

Finn’s face went bright red. He was standing there in his parents’ kitchen, cock throbbing, balls already bruised from me. He looked mortified.

“Please, Emmy,” he whispered.

“Louder. And start slapping.”

He reached down, cupped his balls, and slapped them himself. The sound was loud and humiliating. “Please… Emmy… slap my balls again…”

I smiled and shook my head. “Not yet. Keep going. Harder.”

He slapped them again. Harder. His face twisted in pain and shame. “Please, Emmy… I need you to hurt them… please kick them… squeeze them…”

I watched him slap his own swollen balls over and over while he stood there naked in front of the fridge with his mom’s magnets staring back at him. Tears ran down his cheeks. His cock leaked steadily onto the tile floor.

“Beg better,” I said, spreading my legs so he could see how wet I was.

“Emmy please,” he sobbed, slapping his balls even harder. “Please slap them… please kick my balls… I’ll do anything… I’m your pathetic neighbor… please make them hurt…”

I let him keep going for another minute, watching him break in his own kitchen. Then I stepped close, took over, and gave his balls one final brutal squeeze while I stroked his cock fast.

“Come for me, Finn. Right here where your mom cooks dinner.”

He exploded instantly. Thick ropes of cum shot across the kitchen floor while he cried and thanked me. I kept squeezing until the last spurt was out.

I kissed his tear-streaked cheek softly, pulled my skirt back down, and whispered, “Good boy. Clean this mess up before your parents get home. And don’t forget who owns those balls now.”

I walked out the back door with my head high, his cum still dripping down my thigh, knowing he’d be thinking about me every time he stepped into that kitchen.