Beach Vacation

My life was pretty dull for 6^th grader, wake up, go to school, get yelled at, go home, eat, and sleep. My dad worked at a local travel agency and was always looking for travel deals for his customers. My mom stayed at home to do, I guess doing mom things. And then there is my little sister who was 4 years younger then me. Pretty simple and boring. One day my dad came home yelling and screaming that he had won a trip to a private Caribbean island. We were all excited, since we live in Montana, and it is still winter. We were leaving in 2 weeks.

We were so excited when we were getting on the airplane. When we got there we were the only guests on the island. The island was fairly large and had beautiful beaches. After we settled in we were in a routine of getting up and going to the ocean for a swim. Well on this day mom had a different plan. She wanted to go to the other side of the island and have a picnic. We got there and setup, I busied my self with the sand and water. Then I noticed that my mom was not wearing her bikini top, now I knew that my mom had a rack, but she was hot. Then my dad took off his swim trunks. I walked over, trying to hide my semi-erect penis and asked what was going on. My mom replied that we were the only people on the island, so why not. And she told me to take my swim trunks off. I hesitated, but she persisted and said look at how much fun your sister is having with out her bathing suit.

After I got my swim trunks off, my dick was fully erect. Even when it was fully erect it could not match the length and girth of my dads. I tried to cover myself but it proved pointless when we were playing catch. After we ate I got in an argument with my mom about cleaning up. I decided to go for a walk down the beach to cool myself off. I was about 150 yards away when I got tired and decide to lie down. I fell asleep under some palm trees.

Then my nap came to a sudden end with a sharp pain to my balls. I looked up and it was my mom. She had her foot firmly planted on my balls. She said that it was rude of me to walk away, told me to come back, in one minute, or I was in line for some for some more ball punishments. Then she kicked my balls again. And said hurry up, and walked away. I struggled to my feet and look around and noticed that I was no condition to run back to the picnic site. I knew she had set me up.

I got back to the picnic site, and noticed my dad rolling on the ground holding his balls. I knew what had happened to him. I asked my mom what was going on and she said that, dad started touching your sister in here private places and I gave him his just desserts. Now she looked at me and looked at her imaginary watch on her wrist, noting that I took too long. I said that I am sorry, but it was too late. She came over to me, pulling my hands down to there side and told me to leave them there. She said that your dad’s punishment will be to have balls available for any one to do with what they want to them. And that his son, you, will be under control of your sister. With that she kneed me in my balls.

I fell to the sand holding my balls. My sister then walked up to me and said that I was her play toy. She pulled me up and placed me next to my dad. She said open your legs. I did quickly thinking that the better I follow her orders the nicer she will be. She held my balls and my dad’s balls and rolled them around. She ordered both of us to face each other. We did and both our balls were same height. Then my sister got behind me and my mom behind dad, and punched our balls into each other at the same time. I fell down clutching my manhood.

My mom grabbed my dad’s balls and dragged him back to the rental house. She told me and my sister to have fun playing on the beach with my balls and to come in when we were done playing. I looked up at my sister while she was looking down at my balls.

She told me to get on all fours with my but in the air so she could have easier access to my balls while she got the beach bag. I protested that my balls were sore and could not take anymore. She told to do it or else she would tell mom and she would make it worse. I did as my little sister told in fear of what my mom would do to me.

I positioned myself as she requested, with the heat of the beach my balls were hanging really low which gave my sister more access to them. She returned with the beach bag and thanked me for being quick with getting into position.

She looked in the bag to see what was there she could use on my balls. She pulled out a small plastic sand shovel. She slapped it on her hands and giggled with joy. She took hold of my balls and started to slap them with the plastic shovel. I lost count after 20, but she kept count. She stopped as she said 100.

I tried to fall over and protect my balls, but she had a firm grip on them. She put down the shovel and asked if balls could be popped. She took a ball in each hand and started to squeeze. I yelled in pain as the pressure was increased. She let up after a minute and let me fall down holding my balls.

After a few minutes she told me to get up and kneel in front of her with my legs spread open. I slowly got up and knelt before her with my legs spread. She took her bikini top and used it to tie my hands behind my back. She looked at my low hanging balls and said she was going to kick my balls ten times. If I fall over or try to protect my balls, she will start over.

She started her first kick as I watched her foot hit my balls. I grunted in pain. The next four kicks came in quick succession. Only five more I thought to my self. Her next kick was the worst. I tried to stay up but fell over in pain yelling about my balls. My sister laughed and said we need to start over.

After minute I got back on my knees and she started the kicking all over again. I was able to withstand all the way to kick number eight when we heard our mom call us back to the house. My sister said we would be there in a few minutes. She turned back to me and said that she lost count and would start over.

I tried to protest, but she insisted on starting over. She started the kicks again as my balls were now starting to swell up. She took her time talking about how my balls bounce around after she kicks them. Before her last kick she made me ask, rather beg, her to kick my balls. She thanked me and let her last kick fly into my balls.

I fell on my side curled up trying to comfort my balls. My sister started to clean up and pack up the beach bag. She pulled out our moms bikini top and tied it around my balls. She used it to pull me up to my feet. As we were walking back she held it like a leash, but it was attached to my balls.

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Family

It was a normal Sunday afternoon, dad was on the sofa watching the game and mom was in the kitchen keeping her self busy. My sister was in her room playing with her dolls, and I was planning on the best way to pick on her. I got about 10 rubber bands and stood at her door and pulled a rubber band back and wham, right in the forehead. I quickly ran into my room and prepared for a counter attack.

I barricaded myself in my room for about ten minutes and nothing happened. I opened the door and walked towards my sister’s room. I was still prepared for an ambush, but nothing prepared me for what was about to happen. As I entered my sister’s room, she ran in front of me and kneed me in my balls. I crouched over in pain; she was confused in what happened. As I lay on the floor, she got scared and went to get mom for help.

I was still on the ground when, she came back with mom. She asked what had happened and I said that she hit me in my balls. My sister quickly yelled back that I had started it, which was correct. My mom looked at me, still on the floor, and said, “Get up; it is time we learned some new stuff today.”

I slowly stood up and sat on the bed next to my mom. She started talking about how it was time in our life to learn about boys and girls. She told us not to move and that she would be back in a minute. During this time my sister was yelling at me how this was my fault and that we were in big trouble.

When my mom returned she brought dad with her and they were both wearing robes. Then at the same time they both dropped their robes. I looked at my mom’s tits as well as her pussy. My sister looked at my dad’s giant cock and low balls. My told us to strip down to make us more comfortable. As we did I could not help but get a hard on, looking at my mom. My mom and sister stood on one side of the room and my dad and I stood on the other.

My mom told us that today will be about boys. She walked over to me and my dad and asked my sister if she had ever seen these before. She said no in a quite voice. My mom took me by my balls and said, “These are what you hit when you kneed your brother. These are called testicles, they are also known as balls, or nuts.” She also added that when you have a man by the balls you own that man.

When she said that she squeezed my poor balls with her hand until I almost cried. I winced in pain, and my sister noticed it. She let go of my balls and took hold of my dad’s balls. He quickly stood at attention and her hand grasped his balls. She said that these are full grown pair of balls. She squeezed his balls and his knees were buckling.

She let go and gave them a little slap. She looked at my sister and told her to grab my balls and her father’s balls to feel the difference. She grabbed my balls and squeezed a little, then she grabbed dad’s balls and squeezed a little harder and slapped his balls. She giggled with excitement.

She told my sister all about the boy’s anatomy, but focused on our balls. She told her that she was a ballbuster and had been bust dads balls for years; and that she had been waiting for this moment for years. Now she wanted to train my sister to be a balbuster as well.

Burdizzo - Part 2

The next day at breakfast, Cathy asked Tim how his balls were doing. Tim said that his right one was sore, but they were feeling good. Cathy smiled and told him that it was good and that she wanted to play with the burdizzo again in the afternoon. Tim did not know what to say, he almost lost one testicle and his mother wants to play again.

Tim was watching TV when his mom came in the room with the burdizzo. Tim could have almost missed the burdizzo sine his mom was nude. He could not take his eyes off her pussy and breast. Cathy put down the burdizzo and told him that it was time to play and to strip naked. Tim stripped off his clothes and his cock sprang to life.

Cathy told Tim that she wanted to play a different game today. Tim took a hold his balls nervously as his mother laid out the rules. Tim would be lying down while Cathy setup the burdizzo on his left testicle. She told Tim that since yesterday he got an orgasm and she did not, he would have to give her an orgasm.

Tim thought this would be easy enough, however, Cathy had other plans. She figured she gave his testicle to the count of 10 yesterday, that she should get 10 orgasms. Cathy then set the time limit, she figured that if she closed the burdizzo, it would need to stay closed for 20 minutes. So, Tim had to give his mother 10 orgasms in 20 minutes or his left testicle would be castrated.

Cathy gave Tim a choice on how he could get her to orgasm; oral or sex. He could change at any time, but the castration clock will still be ticking. Tim knew his best shot was oral, but his rock hard cock was throbbing for sex. He thought for a minute, and told her oral.

Cathy setup the burdizzo on her sons left testicle and laid down on top of him so her pussy was right in his face. Before she started she told Tim that she would track the orgasms, she then started the timer, 20 minutes. Tim started to eat his mothers pussy in desperation, as she was playing with the burdizzo on his left testicle.

After about five minutes Tim had only given his mother one orgasm. Cathy started to play with his free testicle, his right one. She was squeezing it, slapping it, pinching it, all while her son was licking her pussy. This did help Tim's cause, as with 10 minutes left Cathy had five orgasms. Tim only need to give his mother five more orgasms to save his testicle.

With about three minutes left, Tim was behind. He needed to give his mother two orgasms in less then three minutes. Cathy knew what to do and was making sure the cord to his left testicle were lined up in the jaws of the burdizzo. With a minute left, Tim need to give Cathy two orgasms. It was going to be close.

Cathy started to close the burdizzo. Tim yelped in pain into his mothers pussy, she had an orgasm when he did this. She announced only one more to go with less then 30 seconds. Tim, now covered in his mothers fluids, was desperately trying to give one last orgasm to his mother to save his testicle. Cathy was counting down the final ten seconds as she gripped the handles of the burdizzo.

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Cathy then woke from her dream in her bed. Her panties were soaking wet. It was all a dream. However, she knew what she wanted to do today with her son. She sneaked into her sons room and grabbed the burdizzo. She went back to sleep know what the next day would bring.

Rent

Steve and and his mother, Jean, had it on easy street. When Steve father passed away, he left all his money and properties to his wife and son. Jean had promised to raise her son full time after her husband passed away. Steve grew up a spoiled kid, whatever he wanted he got. All the gaming systems and a new computer every year, two cars when he turned 16.

Jean had started to be disgusted by her sons lifestyle. She wanted him to get out and earn his own living. She knew when he turned 18, he could go out and become something. Steve's 18^th birthday was a few days away and she had to come up with an idea to make him get a job and move out of the house.

The day after Steve's birthday, Jean sat down with her son to discuss the terms of him living in the house. She explained to him that at 18 he should have a job and be saving up to move into his own place. Steve laughed, which Jean knew that would be his reaction. She told him he could pay rent to live here. Steve laughed again, saying he will just use his money.

This is where Jean got serious, she reminded him it was still her money till he turned 21. She told him he should get a job and save to move out of the house and earn his money, not just fall backwards into it. She told him she would give him one week to see if he can get any job interviews. She had a printed out contract saying he would get a job interview. He signed it with little to no effort in reading it.

Steve shrugged off his mother and after a week he did absolutely nothing. Jean knew that this would happen and had planed accordingly. Steve walked into the family room and his mother was sitting on the couch, she told Steve to sit down on the couch. Jean took out the contract and told him what he would have to pay as rent.

Jean read the contract to her son, who never read it. The contract stated Steve will strip naked and get on all fours with is legs spread open. Jean would then kick his testicles for the rent due. Each day he would get 32 kicks. The reason for 32 was, one kick for each hour of the day(24) and one kick for each hour he could be working(8).

Steve was in shock and laughed saying he would just move out now and live with a friend. Jean reminded him that if he moves out before he is 21 with out a job, according to his fathers will, he will get no money. Steve did not know what to say. While he was thinking, his mother told him to strip naked.

Steve started to take his clothed off as his mother stood up. When he had finished striping, to his own amazement his cock was starting to get hard. There he was naked in front of his mother who was about to kick him in the balls. Jean looked at her sons balls, which were hanging low. She told him to get on all fours and present his balls to her.

Steve got down on all fours with his but facing his mother. Jean told him to spread his legs and let her have access to his balls. Steve spread his legs, letting his balls hang freely. Before she started she told him he could take up to one minute between each kick to recover. Jean took off her shoes and placed the top of her foot on Steve's balls. She lifted them up a little and let them drop.

Jean took her first kick and the top of her foot smashed into his balls. Steve closed his legs and cried in pain. Jean started a stop watch as her son was hold his balls. She called out to him when there was 20 seconds left before the next kick. He slowly got back on all fours and spread his legs. His balls were ready for the next kick. After the 32 kicks, Jean stayed with her son and told him he could reduce the kick if he gets a job.

Steve was starting to feel better and sat on the couch next to his mother. His balls were still sore and sat with his legs open. Jean asked him how his balls were doing. Steve said they were sore and asked her how hard she was kicking. Jean told him she was not kick that hard since it was the first time and she did not use any shoes, just her bare feet.