When My Brother Offered My Balls as Teaching Material

Most guys have what I call a "ball trauma experience" at some point in their lives. There's nothing you can do about it—when you've been walking around for years with two extremely sensitive big organs hanging between your legs, it's only a matter of time before something happens that reminds you of the constant repression regarding just how vulnerable your balls really are.

Such a traumatic chain of events happened at our family's summer house in the Hamptons. That day, it was just me, my older brother Josh, and Stephanie—the daughter of our parents' longtime close friends, whom we vacationed with every summer.

Stephanie and I were both 18 at the time, and Josh was 21.Josh and Stephanie had always been especially close; he was basically like an older brother to her. She and I never really got along, and to be honest, Josh and I weren't exactly on the same page either.

That day, I came back from the beach, took a shower, wrapped a bath towel around my waist, and headed to my room. On the way, I heard Josh calling me to come out to the balcony for a moment.

I saw him and Stephanie sitting outside in their swimsuits on the lounge chairs by the pool, sunbathing. They were talking about something, and I overheard Josh say, "Here he comes. Remember what I taught you."

Everything happened very quickly. I stepped out onto the patio and stopped near them as they sat on the low chairs close to the grass in the yard. I barely managed to ask, "What did you want?" when suddenly Stephanie jumped up from her chair with surprising speed and shot her hand straight under the short towel wrapped around my waist.

A moment later, I felt her palm close tightly around my balls, squeezing them together hard and yanking them downward. I have never felt such paralyzing pain in my life. It felt like my balls were about to explode in her hand. My eyes and mouth flew wide open from the pain and shock.

"What are you doing?!" I asked in a tortured voice, while quickly reaching out with one hand to grab her wrist and the other to hold onto the towel so it wouldn't fall. Stephanie didn't say a word and continued what she was doing. She sent her other hand between my legs under the towel, and I felt it close around the soft, loose base of my scrotum.

"See how easy that was? Now he's all yours," I was shocked to hear my brother say to Stephanie in a satisfied tone. "With him it was even easier—his balls are bigger and hang lower," Stephanie replied.

The pain spread through my entire body as one of Stephanie's hands pulled my balls down and out from under the towel so all three of us could see them, while her other hand continued crushing them together. "Aaaahhh, my balls..." I screamed from a pain that simply paralyzed my body. I was afraid to move in case the pressure on my sensitive balls got even worse.

From the intensity of the pain, my body hunched over and my head dropped forward until it rested on Stephanie's bare shoulder. "Aaaahhh, let go of my balls," I begged in heavy, labored breaths that revealed my distress. I felt more humiliated and helpless than ever before. A girl my own age had completely incapacitated me in seconds and was hurting me worse than anyone ever had.

At that moment, I felt the towel wrapped around my waist loosen and fall to the floor. I was now completely naked.

Josh stood up from his chair, reached down, and pulled aside the left side of his swim trunks so that both of his balls swung free between his legs. "Do you really think his balls are bigger?" he asked, while grabbing his own balls in his hand and squeezing them down to the bottom of his scrotum to show their full size. Then he stepped closer to compare them with mine.

Josh looked disappointed when it became clear that my balls were indeed bigger. "Damn, you've really developed nicely in the last couple of years," he said, the disappointment in his voice unmistakable. If I hadn't been in such a miserable state at that moment, I might have even felt a little pride.

"Some guy attacked Stephanie, so I demonstrated on my own balls how easily women can incapacitate a man. With me she got the theoretical lesson, and with you we decided she'd get the practical training," Josh explained to me, while at the same time I felt Stephanie's stiff big toe wedge itself between my crushed balls and press hard on the spot where the two sensitive, round organs met.

"Aaaahhh, my balls, my balls," I begged as another wave of pain spread from the pair of sensitive organs between my legs throughout my whole body. My thighs began shaking uncontrollably from the pain.

Stephanie looked pleased with my reaction and a smile spread across her face. "Josh is right—your balls really do make you the weaker sex. It's almost pathetic," she said, then yanked my balls downward hard, forcing me to drop to my knees as she sat back down on the chair next to Josh.

"See how completely you control him now? Most guys won't risk doing anything to you while their balls are at your mercy," my brother explained to her with a grin. "Trust me, I have two of them and I know from experience. But remember what I told you is the safest thing for you to do?"

He barely finished the sentence when I felt Stephanie's hand and toe stop crushing my balls. They were still trapped at the bottom of my scrotum, which her other hand was pulling downward hard, but the hand that had been squeezing them together had let go.

The relief lasted only a few seconds, though. Stephanie pulled my balls to the side in a way that forced me to turn ninety degrees. Then she sent her free hand between my legs from behind.

My thighs were half-closed, so her hand had trouble reaching my scrotum from the back. Josh leaned toward me, grabbed my right thigh, and pulled it wide apart. A moment later, I felt her arm slide between my legs from behind and grab the base of my scrotum while her other hand released them.

My balls now hung low between my legs, lower than I'd ever seen them hang before. My scrotum was very loose after the long, hot shower, and Stephanie's tugging had stretched it even more.

A second later, I felt a hand yank my balls backward and upward between my legs with tremendous force. I screamed in pain as I had no choice but to fall forward onto all fours on the grass.

"Perfect. See how total your control is now? A guy whose balls are grabbed like this from behind can't do anything to you even if he wanted to," Josh said happily, while I groaned and suffered from pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. My stomach turned over and it felt like a massive rock had landed on it.

I lowered my head toward the grass and could now see my soft dick swinging freely between my spread legs. I couldn't see my balls because Stephanie had pulled them so far back between my legs that they had gone past both cheeks of my firm, muscular ass.

"Aaaahhh, stop, please, mercy," I begged in utter desperation. "Josh, wait—I'm gonna beat the shit out of you for this!" I screamed at my brother through my tears.

My brother's response was immediate. He leaned forward from his chair, reached toward my balls, and a moment later I felt his finger deliver a sharp, powerful flick to my left ball. "Aaaaiii, aaaahhhhh, my left ball, my left ball! I'm gonna fuck you up, you maniac!" I cried, stamping my hands and feet on the grass.

"You're not in any position to make threats right now," Josh replied while I cried from pain like I hadn't cried since I was a little kid. It wasn't that I'd never been hit in the balls before. I'd taken plenty of flicks from friends during slap fights, and once a soccer ball had slammed into them hard during a game. But those were always quick, one-off hits. No matter how strong they were, they never came with the prolonged torment and humiliation of a girl completely incapacitating and controlling me.

"Remember the last thing I showed you? This position is perfect for you to test it," my brother said. A moment later, I felt a stiff hand land hard on the back side of my balls, which were still trapped in Stephanie's other hand. It was the most painful thing I'd ever felt. I'd never been hit in that exact spot on my balls before, so I had no idea it was the most sensitive area.

"Aaaahhh, aaaahhhhhhh, my balls are exploding with pain, mercy, please," I cried—not just from the pain, but from the overwhelming humiliation and helplessness. My anger turned back to Josh again: "Just wait, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you - your balls are gonna pay for this."

That was a mistake. Right after my threat, I heard Josh tell Stephanie, "I think your hit was too merciful. You need to see what happens to a guy when you deliver a real smack to the back of his balls." And a moment later, I felt a much harder slap from her hand on the back of my balls.

An enormous wave of pain shot from between my legs through every part of my body. My throat tightened and I thought I was about to throw up. Stephanie released her grip on my scrotum, and I collapsed onto the grass, writhing in agony.

My hands immediately flew between my legs to protect my sensitive, injured balls. I thrashed around wildly on the grass, rolling from side to side. The pain was so bad that I must have been writhing there for nearly twenty minutes. When I finally managed to get up, I held my balls to check on them. My scrotum was a burning red color, and the two large orbs inside it were pulsing from the pain.