Becoming the Rich Brat's Toy

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

It was one of these scorching hot summer days of my second year in college. I had just locked my bike to a street lamp and stared at the wide front gate of the estate for a moment. The accurately trimmed hedges surrounding the yard stood even taller than the ridicilously massive steel fence with pointy tips, and hid the actual menison from my point of view.

I quickly pulled out my cellphone and double-checked the address. It matched. This was my new workplace, I thought with a sigh. When I stashed my headphones in my pocket and hesitantly approached the gate, I heard the agitated voice of a young woman from behind the hedge, obviously arguing with an older guy.

"...ur problem, not mine! Why do you always have to drag me into it?", the girl yelled in anger.

"This is not about my problems, it is about you getting your ass up and facing problems on your own.", the guy answered, doing his best to sound reasonable and calm. "No need to do it in my firm, just find something that you like to DO."

I stood in front of the gate, but found myself unable to press the round doorbell, crested with shining, golden ornaments. This was obviously not something I wanted to get involved in. On the other hand, I didn't want to be late on my first day. There was a short break, before the young lady continued in a much calmer voice, but loaded with spitefulness.

"Oh, dad... You hired 40 idiots for your retarded law firm and still bust your balls everyday because they don't get shit done. Like YOU dork would be the one to explain ME how to face my problems." I couldn't help but open my mouth in an expression of surprise at this disrespect.

"Young lady, I hope you remember who is paying for the chair you're lying in - the hundred pounds of shoes and clothes that you 'need' every week. Your three cell phones! I would like you to..."

"Didn't you say you're running late?", that bratty piece of work interrupted him, her voice now cold and arrogant. "Leave me alone, or I will tell mom that you're pressuring me and mansplaining." Another moment of silence followed. Maybe this was the time to ring the bell, I thought, but I hesited too long and that poor dad continued.

"Cindy, I only want what's best for you. Just three years ago you wanted to become a tennis star. Hell, you rea..."

"MOOOM. MOOOOOOM!", her voice was shrill and drove into my bones as if she was crying for help.

"You mom is not home, she..."

"SIRI! Call mom!"

This was getting out of hand. Whatever this place was, it did not sound like a sympathic workplace. I turned around and was about to walk back to my bike, as I heard rapid steps on pebble. A moment later, the heavy metal gate was yanked open by a guy in his late fourties with a very expensive looking suit. Our eyes met and his head instantly turned bright red like a balloon. I lowered my eyes quickly and tried to help him out.

"Ehhh... sorry, I just came here in this moment... uuhhh.. is this the right place? I'm here for a part-time gardening job?" I blushed as well, given my pathetic attempt to pretend not bearing witness to the argument.

"Ah, Paul is it?", the appearent professional and much more confident version of the man took over again, and I quickly nodded, happy that the awkward moment had passed. "Look, I'm a bit in a hurry. Why don't you ask Cin...", he hesitated for a moment, while his eyes quickly darted over his shoulder and back to me. "I think... ehm... the pool needs to be cleaned and the sprinklers need to be placed and repositioned until every part of the garden got water for about five to ten minutes. Here you have a key. Back there is the shed with everything you need. Everything clear?"

"Yes, sir. May I open and close the gate for you to pass?", I nodded, pointing at the huge, dark German car behind him.

"That would be great, thanks." He pulled a massive wallet from his pocket and grabbed a banknote. For a couple of seconds he hesitated, thinking. Finally, he pulled two banknotes out and squeezed them into my hand which held the key. "I don't believe in working hours. When you finished everything, go home. This should cover it today."

While the guy hurried into his car, I quickly opened the heavy gate all the way for him to head out. Only after I had closed and locked it behind him, I looked at the money. Two one-hundred dollar notes embellished my hand. I couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp. This was a good quarter of my monthly expenses, including that cutthroat rent. For what couldn't take me more than an afternoon.

I lifted my head and looked around to estimate the amount of work ahead of me. The yard between the gate and the house nearly had the expanse of a golf course, fully covered by dense, short grass. When I laid eyes upon the pool to my right, I gasped again, louder.

That bratty, disrespectful daughter lay on a lounging chair facing the pool, leaving me just out of her sight diagonally behind her. She was at least 19, which explained the previous discussion about her getting a job, and had blonde, shoulder-long hair. In the moment that I looked at her, she had just loosened the strings at her hips that held her orange bikini bottom in place and pulled it out from under her while arching her back to lift her butt from the chair. The little piece of fabric carelessly landed on top of the bikini top on the floor next to her.

My heart stopped, when she turned her upper body in my direction and her beautiful, bare C-cup boobs aligned perfectly from my point of view, only about 50 feet away. But Cindy only knocked the support of the backrest out from under it, making the chair find its horizontal position with a loud crack. Fully nude, except from her large, round designer sunglasses, she then stretched out, lifted both hands over her head and visibly enjoyed the nudity in the hot afternoon sun.

My body was frozen in place, while I stared at the naked girl with an open mouth. Although I couldn't see much of her face, she obviously was a breathtaking beauty. Her body couldn't be any less than a perfect 10. Fully stretched out and lying on her back, the curvy silhouette of her firm boobs pointing up into the sky, followed by her flat stomach and the smooth, hairless drop in her crotch fully captured my attention for what could have been minutes.

My khaki shorts instantly tightened around my groin, while my cock desperately tried to occupy all the room that they left in that area. Despite my 22 years, the sexual experiences that I had made in my life so far, added up to what some of my friends had accomplished in a week. I was not a virgin, but admittedly, I never in my life had had the chance to see a naked woman live in broad daylight, fully uncovered and for a long period of time. My cock was throbbing inside my shorts and radiating a warm, satisfactional feeling, as if I was just about to come.

Finally, I snapped out of my trance and quickly shook my head. Obviously, I needed to let her know that I was here. I cleared my throat as loud as I could for a couple of times, until I realized that she was wearing tiny bluetooth headphones. Instead, I then turned away and headed to the shed quickly, passing the pool and walking right into her line of sight without turning around. Maybe she would think that I hadn't seen her yet and would quickly get dressed.

My heart was racing when I opened the shed and pulled out a long staff with some kind of pool-cleaning brush at its end. Before I turned back to her, I let my hand slide into my shorts to arrange my rock hard cock to be pressed tightly against my left pelvis. I moaned quietly and almost cummed right into my shorts when I touched the hot, pulsing organ.

Cindy was still fully nude, on her back and motionless. Her left knee was pointing up and inwards, hiding her pussy from my point of view on the opposite side of the pool. While I hesitantly began systematically scrubbing the walls and floor of the swimming pool, I cursed myself for not brining a pair of sunglasses.

The nude hottie across the pool was legitly the most sexy and beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my life, and she was right there for me to savor for eternity. But I couldn't shake off the thought that her seemingly expressionless face behind these huge dark glasses may be harboring two eyes that followed my every motion in that moment. Like a dog that was scared to look into its owners eyes, I continued throwing frequent, more or less involuntary and awkward glances over to the other side, while my cock visibly tried to break out from his tight prison.

When I was about halfway done with my side of the pool, Cindy suddenly shifted her position. Simultaniously, her head fell to her right, while her left knee fell to the left and widely opened her legs. I was so shocked that I nearly lost balance and fell into the water. My quick, awkward glances turned to a very continuous stare right up her pink pussy. I simply couldn't help it. Anyway, there was no way that she would've done that, if she was not asleep, right?

The second half of my pool side took me about five times as long as the first. Every minute of relentless scrubbing was another minute in paradise. It was simply ridiculous that I had been paid two hundred bucks for this. My cock was so hard, it was about to burst out of my shorts.

The urge to come was so intense, I just couldn't handle it any more. I decided to jerk off in the shed. It would only take a few seconds anyway, and I obviously didn't want to have this massive load in my pants or - worse - in my balls for the rest of the day. But at least, I would finish the pool first, as that would give me plausible cause to disappear in the shed for a minute.

Finally, I arrived at the corner and worked the short side of the pool, before I got to Cindy's side. My previous tenacity in scrubbing every inch of that pool shiny clean was gone, as I couldn't comfortably - and not obviously - stare at the nude, sleeping beauty who was now behind my back. The probably best orgasm of my life was maybe another two ot three minutes away, I thought, when I passed her lounging chair.

"Hey, sweetie - did you like what you saw?", the little brat's familiar, arrogant voice suddenly stabbed me from behind like a sharpened dagger. Heat spread all over my face and ears while I whirled around in honest surprise and embarrassment. I found Cindy standing on the grass a few meters behind the lounger. The full frontal view of her nude body elicted another excited and aroused gasp from me. It seemed like the upright position had no effect whatsoever on her firm tits that perfectly pointed at me.

"I... ehhh.. I'm the new gah...", I desperately stammered to explain my presence. The words failed me, when Cindy suddenly launched herself off to a fast sprint right at me, the edge of the pool in my heels. The amazing visual sensation of her roughly bouncing boobs occupied me for a valuable second or two, before I remembered the phone in my pocket and processed her intent to push me into the water.

Quickly, I stepped forward and spread my legs to gain a stable position while opening my arms to catch her. I braced for the impact, as well as the delightful prospect of feeling the girl's nude body bump into mine, while Cindy accelerated to a speed that struck me as unreasonable. It was too late now to dodge.

"Hope you like THIS, asshole.", the nude woman yelled, while launching herself off with her right leg and pulling up her left knee. An intense rush of shock and primal fear seized me when my brain predicted her trajectory. She was so fast, there was nothing I could do. A split second later, the most hard and unyielding spot at the front of her thigh, an inch above her knee, smashed into the large, tight bulge in my shorts below my hard dick.

What followed, were the most intensive and memorable seconds of my life. Coming up in a perfect angle, the girl's knee trapped my testicles against my pelvic bone and transferred all of her energy in one brutal thrust. I clearly remember the smirk of malicious joy on her face, the storm of confusion and disbelief in my head while my eyes bulged out. I barely realized being launched off the edge, while crippling pain exploded in my flattened balls like a nuke. From one moment to the next, the paradise of sensual delights decayed to the deepest level of male hell. An eternity of punishing agony and deep sexual humiliation was instantly unleashed in my abdomen by Cindy's swift, merciless knee.

When the cool water surface was parted by my back, and the liquid walls building up around me raced to meet in the center, I got a last glimpse at my sexy punisher, before I was left alone with my affliction. Cindy stood at the edge, her feet shoulder-wide apart and her hands resting on her hips, smirking down at me. From my last point of view, the sun stood right in between her legs, party covered by her thighs and pussy lips The dazzling light prevented me from making out any shapes, except from her striking female silhouette. The image had something godly - as had the agony that this goddess had put me in.

After the water had fully engulfed me, my whole world shrunk down to these little orbs in between my legs and the state that they left me in. I screamed, kicked my legs, arched my back and cupped my balls with both hands, but nothing I did eased my pain. It felt so incredibly unfair that this brat could put me through this. Not before my lungs screamed for air and I was about to drown, I was finally able to gain some control. Only if I had known where up and down was...

My diaphragm already spasmed, when I finally reached the surface and gasped for air, desperately treading water with my arms and legs. In the moment, I realized that Cindy was gone, I felt a tug at my shorts. Before I could react, it was yanked down to my knees along with my loose boxers. Instantly, a quick hand roughly grabbed my balls that openly swayed in the water. A split second later, Cindy's face came to the surface right in front of mine and she looked at me with a curious, amused smile.

The emotional burden of my aching, tender balls in the nude girl's tight grip was actually worse than the physical pain. There was simply nothing I could do but fully surrender to that mean bitch and beg her not to break my most valuable and vulnerable possession. Being fully at the mercy of someone so ruthless, broke my spirit.

"Pleaaase... my balls...", I cried, as if she wasn't aware of the effect of her actions on my manhood. Hot tears ran down my already wet face while I looked into her bright blue eyes in fear. Carefully, I placed my hands on her narrow waist to steady ourselves and avoid the tugging on my manhood, praying that she wouldn't punish me for touching her. Her amusement and curiosity faded, while she put on a satisfied and expecting expression. She glanced down through the water surface, while rolling my balls around in her hand as if she was measuring their size. Suddenly I felt her other hand stroking my cock. Given my state of mind, I wasn't actually sure if, or how long it had been there before.

"Nice package you got there. I think it's only fair that I get to watch it a bit, too, don't you think?", Cindy hummed in an almost comforting way. I nodded, suppressing a sob. Admittedly, the girl was rather tender with my balls, but the pain that her small fingers inflicted while exploring my aching manhood was intense nevertheless. Below, I felt her bare feet pushing down my shorts and taking them away from me. My crogs had already been knocked off my feet, one still stood at the place where I had positioned myself for her running kick.

Suddenly, Cindy let go and climbed out of the pool, giggling triumphantly and holding my shorts and underwear high into the air like a trophy. I barely managed to bring up the strength to push myself out of the water. On the hot tiles in front of Cindy's lounging chair, I rolled into the fetal position and tried to cope with what I had just been put through. Being butt naked, but still wearing my stupid shirt felt extremely humiliating.

While the incapacitating ache in my balls and stomach slowly ebbed off, the emotional storm of being defeated and submitted by this hot, bratty girl continued to torment me. I simply wanted to run away from all this shame, but stripped of my pants, I didn't have any key nor cellphone, let alone proper clothing for the public. Helpless, I remained a pathetic pile of man on the tiles and prayed that I would simply sink into the ground and disappear from this cruel world.

When the ache finally was bearable again, I carefully moved one hand up to my cock, to find it just as hard as before the incident. To my surprise, I found myself to be turned on even more as before. Odd, I thought, how desperately horny I could be for that naked hottie, after she had done the single most mean and disrespectful thing that any woman could have done to a man. The clicking sound of a cellphone camera behind me grounded me. Moaning, I turned to the other side, away from the pool, and glanced up against the sun, dazzled, where Cindy was back on her chair, and just lifted her cellphone to her ear.

"Hey Amber, you won't believe what I got here: My parent's new garden slave. With the largest... fucking... set of balls I've ever laid my hands on. No kidding.", the girl cheerfully bragged to her friend on the phone. A break followed, while her friend answered. The hole of shame that I had just tried to escape from, opened up and swallowed me once again. Cindy laughed hysterically at a joke that I wasn't able to hear.

"Yes, after I kicked them. ... Yeah, hard. ... Duhh I knooow, but still, believe me. His cock, too. ... Just come here and check it out, then. Trust me, you'll love him - a horny little fellow." After her friend talked for a few seconds, Cindy's foot suddenly came down and kicked my hand that was trying to hide my boner to the side, allowing her to glance down at it.

"Yep, still is.", she laughed. "When can you be here? ... Yeah don't worry about that. He'll be here. ... Sure, see ya then." I simply couldn't believe what I had just heard. Did that bitch really steal my pants and invite her friend to check out my junk? Being shown off like some pet, added a whole new level of humiliation to her treatment.

I had enough of this. Collecting all my strength that was left after gettig my balls kicked up into my throat, I pushed myself on my feet and picked up the pool cleaner to bring it back to the shed. My eyes were pinned on the floor. I was too ashamed to look my bully in the eyes. Only dressed in my beige shirt, my genitals hung freely in the open while my dick pointed straight to the front and swung from side to side with every step I took.

I wanted nothing more than cover it all with my hands and waddle back like that. But I was done giving this bitch the satisfaction of seeing me in such pathetic states. Let her get a good look at my manhood, I thought. In no time, I would be done with the second task and could wait for her dad to come home. If she tried to approach me then, I would just push that little slut away, and that's it. For sure, it would be embarrassing later, when her dad came home. Sure, I would quit this job today. But at least, she was going to be in trouble for this!

When I came out of the shed with a long hose that had small metal sprinklers attached every 20 or so feet, Cindy was gone. I sighted in relief. To cover the whole area in front of the house, I would need to reposition the hose about six to ten times, I estimated. This meant, I would be safely hiding in the shed in no more than one hour. Quickly, I got to work.

Just when I crouched down on one knee and carefully placed my left butt cheek on my heel to place the third sprinkler, a loud, hollow bang was audible from the house behind me, making me wince. The sound was familiar, I thought, just as a tennis ball smashed into the wet grass right below me at insane speed, bounced off, passed right through my opened legs and disappeared in the hedge in front of me. I stared at it with an open mouth, processing the situation. A gush of wind caressed my balls that hung just a few inches above the spot, where the tennis ball had bounced off.

I jumped up in panic and whirled around in the moment, the second bang echoed through the yard. Cindy was on the porch of the house in a tight, white and incredibly sexy tennis outfit, swinging the racket down and past her hip in a wide arc.

She was nearly a hundred feet away, but the yellow ball covered the ground in between us like a supersonic jet. It was still far away, when I knew that I had to react. Before I managed as much as a twitch, the ball hit the grass a couple of feet in front of me and bounced up, dead-on into my testicles. Although Cindy had been out of sight for a couple of minutes, my cock was still more than half-erect and offered no protection for his sensitive buddies.

The momentum that the girl had skillfully equipped the small rubber ball with, punched my nuts back in between my legs and made them slap against my butt audibly. It could've been a coment with a speed of dozens of miles per second, for all I knew. I instantly doubled up and plunged into the wet grass, nose first. I knew exactely what was about to come. There was no way to escape the anguish. Retching, I rolled from side to side while my body reminded me, that if god existed, she was probably female and a very naughty brat.

When I glanced up to the porch, Cindy held her racket on both ends far over her head, demonstratively streching her whole body by leaning to one side or the other. Every time, she changed the side, her short, white tennis skirt was pulled up just far enough to expose an inch of bare, smooth pussy lips. It was clearly designed to be a taunting victory pose. And it worked. Pinned down in my misery, stripped of my shorts and dignity, rained upon by the sprinkler that slowly turned the ground unbeneath me into mud, I was truly a pityful being.

Cindy's cruel game obviously didn't end there. She had a massive basket filled with tennis balls next to her on the porch. And her skill was actually impressive. At this point, I can't even say, why I still got up and didn't just stay down. Maybe, it was my life's attitude to finish a job that I had agreed to. Maybe, it was just out of pity for the guy who had to deal with this brat and probably a bitch of a wife for much longer than one afternoon. Or just maybe, I was more attracted to that hottie in the skimpy tennis outfit, exposing the beautiful female attributes under her skirt every time she jumped up to launch the next painful missile, as I would like to admit.

For most of the time, I was able to keep my hands securely wrapped around my balls. Only some steps, like dragging the whole water-filled and thus heavy hose accross the yard, required both hands. Cindy landed another two hits in these periods, each of them just as painful as the first. I probably spent a good 30 minutes in the mud while she showed off her sexy poses and giggled in excitement.

One time I looked up to find her with one hand under the skirt in her crotch and her eyes closed. Her sexual satisfaction from the torture game that she played, made it even more humiliating for me. My dick, however, had taken on a life of his own and relentlessly stood up like an A. It was unfortunate, as it made Cindy's desired target even more accessible. The girl was surrounded by an aura of joy and sexual delight.

Towards the end, she changed her strategy. Instead of sending single, accurate balls, she began simply spamming them in high frequency. Her graceful arm, extended by the racket, spun around like a wheel, perfectly timed with her little jumps that flicked up her skirt for a short, wonderful moment.

It would have been a truly amazing show, if it wasn't for the countless bruises that I was paying to witness it. I lifted my arms involuntarily, when a ball came right at my face. Seeing the next one come much lower, I whirled my hip around to the left, knowing that I didn't have enough time to bring my hands back down. The ball perfectly caught my nuts and pinned them against the inside of my left thigh. While I watched the wet grass racing towards my face and listened to that spiteful, bright laugh, my mind surrendered to the pain that by then was simply beyond imagination. My world turned black and numb. Helpless. Defeated. At her mercy.

...

The giggle that I woke up to, lying on my back, was at least twice as humiliating as before. I carefully opened my eyes and saw two young women over me, each of them standing with one foot at the inside of my knees, preventing me from closing my legs. Amber, I guessed, held Cindy's tennis racket with a wide grin. I felt my naked balls lying on its hard mesh.

Oddly, I could tell that she had somehow hit my balls with the firm mesh of the racket right before I had gained counsciousness. The testicular pain that I felt, was of the raging kind that followed right after the impact, not the stinging, more spread-out ache lateron. The fact that Cindy just came back upright after bending down deeply, made me guess that she had been holding my balls while Amber gave them a nice smack or two.

When the girls realized that I was up, Cindy put on the most malicious smile that I had ever seen on a woman, while Amber looked up innocently and quickly hid the tennis racket behind her back. A second later, laughter broke through and Cindy joined in with Amber's girlish giggle.

"Oops. Feeling a little ache in your testicles this morning, sir?", Amber mocked me. She was extremely hot, too. Her long, smooth, black hair contrasted the blonde Cindy, but regarding the shape of her body, the two girls could have been twins. The white top and equally white, cut-off hotpants that Amber wore, were fully wet and transparent, as the sprinklers still rained water down on us like a shower. Like Cindy, she was obviously neither wearing a bra, nor panties. Cindy's white tennis outfit was soaked, as well. But given that I was looking right up her skirt and pussy from my position on the floor, anyway, it didn't really matter.

"See. Told ya, he's a horny little fellow.", Cindy laughed and pointed at my cock that came back to life, as well.

"Little? I don't see little.", Amber replied in fascination.

"Told ya, too.", Cindy shrugged. I could have covered my junk with my hands, but somehow I didn't believe that it would do anything but earn me another kick or punch to my near-broken testicles. Having the girls occupied with my cock was actually a great relief. It instantly faded away, when Amber suddenly snapped the tips of her bare toes into my nuts and revived the previous pain and shame. With a painful moan of complaint, my hands shot to my groin and cupped my balls that were but a swollen, hurting mass.

"Can I give him a blowjob?", Amber suddenly asked, innocently. At first, I couldn't believe my ears. Quickly, I moved my hands away from my junk back on the mud next to me, elicting another amused giggle from the girls. Despite the havoc that Cindy had wreaked on my manhood during the last hour or so, my underfucked male mind embraced the turn that this situation may possible take. At least, if it wasn't a trick of the girls to devastate me even more. My cock overcame earth's gravitational pull and pointed up to the dripping wet hotties in expectation.

"Sure, he's all yours.", Cindy smirked and stepped up to stand over my face, one foot at each side of my head. The view that I got up her skirt was so amazing, I didn't even realize that Amber went down on her knees in between my legs. I was totally overwhelmed with this situation. Suddenly, Cindy sat down on my face and pressed her hot, soaking wet pussy right onto my mouth. In the same moment, I felt an amazing sensation radiating from my throbbing cock.

I winced and moaned into Cindy's pussy when a hand tightly cupped my tender balls. Despite the relentless testicular ache, I was in heaven. It was the first time for me to give head to a girl, and also the first time to receive it. To have both at the same time, from two different women, was unexpectedly amazing. Over the course of the following seconds, all the humiliation and torture that I had been through at Cindy's mercy, faded away.

I tried my best to not instantly shoot my load into earth's orbit while satisfying that dangerous brat with my unexperienced tongue. The sensations emerging from my groin, the way the exceptional, warm satisfaction made use of the relentless ache to penetrate my mind and soul even deeper, made me fall in love with Amber after minutes of her acquaintance. Even that mean brat Cindy, whom I had hated like no one before, until a minute ago, suddenly seemed like a goddess of pain and pleaure to me. While her vagina leaked more and more fluids, she began grinding her hip forward and back to intensify the sensation.

When my body cramped and my cock began pulsing forcefully, Amber's grip on my balls suddenly tightened. The orgasmic wave that was about to take over my whole body, instantly turned to pure agony. I screamed into Cindy's pussy, when suddenly both girls halted.

"What are you girls up to?", I suddenly heard an unfamiliar, female voice. Cindy pushed herself to her knees and disengaged from my face. When the white tennis skirt followed her hip and was lifted from my eyes, I glanced past her thigh in surprise. I didn't need to ask to find out, that it was Cindy's mom, I was looking at. The peach doesn't fall far from the tree, after all.

Deprived of my orgasm, the ache in my balls suddenly took the lead over my state of mind, once again. The expression on mom brat's face was a clear tell that my anguish was only about to begin...