Growing up I had a bit of a reputation among my older brother’s group of friends as the very irritating younger sister who would punt the shit out of my brother’s testicles and his friend’s testicles, at the slightest provocation, and sometimes with no provocation at all!
You can read about my most brutal sororal nut smashes in both of my books, but they don’t fully encapsulate the ongoing and often daily streams of ballbusts directed at my brother and his friends. My continual ballbusting would very often be the last word in any minor dispute or disagreement that are a strong part of life when being a sibling.
While nowadays me and my brother get along just fine as adults, we both know that wasn’t always the case. We sometimes joke about it when we hang out. It’s funny though, when he hangs out with some of his old friends and I’m around, some of them are still clearly traumatised or at least still very wary of me because of my former identity as the cruelest most sadistic little sister any of them ever encountered.
I think the ballbusting partly had to do with the fact that my brother and I went to different schools. His was a normal school with a normal culture, which I can’t really speak of, whereas my school had a deeply ingrained female dominated testicle-smashing way of life that must have started long before I arrived and presumably went on until the school closed and turned into a block of flats some years ago. I didn’t know that it was an unusual environment at the time, I just thought every secondary school allowed and almost encouraged female led full-force nut smashes, with nuns and teachers turning a blind eye to the assaults and sometimes even punishing the boys as they rolled around on the floor in tears – for being disruptive, of course!
When my brother would have a new friend come over to our house after school, he’d invariably warn them, “Watch out for my sister, she’s a little ballbusting bitch…”
His new, naive friend would usually chuckle or might ask him, “How’d you mean?”
My brother would just answer them straight, “She’ll kick your balls so hard your tonsils will pop out, so just watch out OK?” but I was just a little skinny girl who looked seemingly innocent and so they probably thought he was joking around or something.
One time I remember a boy, a new friend called Paul came over and I overheard my brother Mike mention me, “Be careful with Stacy he said…” I jaunted into the room to see who he was talking to. Paul turned out to be a cute looking older boy with dark longish wavy hair and a cheeky smile.
“Careful of what?!” I demanded to know.
“Oh come on Stace, don’t start, leave Paul alone.”
Paul for his part looked at me up and down and said, “What’s wrong with you then?”
My mouth dropped open. “Wrong with me???”
Paul laughed and said, “Yeah, are you some kinda spaz?”
I squinted at him with rage, and said, “No it’s just that I hate spiders and there’s one on the ceiling right above you.”
Paul inadvertently looked up at the ceiling to check, while my brother Mike started to shout out “Paul! No…”
Before that moment I don’t think Paul had ever been kneed in the testicles so hard that he’d been lifted off the ground. He’d apparently lived his whole life blissfully unaware of how much of a bad idea it was to call a girl a “spaz” to her face and smirk at her. Can you imagine the cushy, la-la land he had lived in up until that point? I had trouble fathoming it and felt he needed a new awareness. Of course, that’s exactly what he got! An enlightening new awareness of life on the floor next to my feet, curled up in a tight little ball, clutching his puny balls with involuntary tears leaking out of his tightly shut eyes.
One funny thing about being full-force ball crunched is that, yes, your balls are on fire and in agony, but that’s just the start of it really. From what I understand about it, your whole body is paralysed with pain too. Waves of nausea assault your stomach, you lose your ability to remain standing, and all these other completely involuntary reactions roll over your body. Your skin can suddenly turn very red and sore, and you feel completely at mercy of the environment around you. These feelings last and last, and if you ballbust them solidly for a good 3 or 4 minutes at least, these feelings intensify and get worse and worse.
Mike got down on the floor next to Paul, who just kept moaning, “Ohhhh, noooo, noooo, noooo, my nuts.”
“Sorry mate, I tried to warn you!”
I stood there laughing at them, another triumphant Stacy kick! Yes, I rule this house! And what was this? Mike was on the ground on all fours consoling his friend.
Well that’s on him really.
I gave Mike a running kick into his nuts too, just so they both got the “treatment”. Nothing like two friends being together on the battlefield to cement their relationship. I was doing them a favour really. It was just a standard running punt to the balls as hard as I could. I didn’t bother to stick around to see what his reaction was. Instead I skipped off to go talk to my friends on MSN. Later when mum came home Mike complained that I’d hit him and his friend and she just tutted and said, “When will you learn to just leave your sister alone. I’m sure she had a good reason.”
This was just a typical ballbusting episode, but over the years it was re-enacted again and again until I was almost famous in Mike’s school too. I even got the feeling that some of his friends came over just for the attention I gave them. Some of his sleepover buddies were as regular as clockwork regardless, and I used to really enjoy my reputation as the vicious scrotum pulverising younger sister that all the boys feared. You know what it’s like being that age, you kind of pick an identity and run with it.
Then a couple years ago I was hanging out at my Mum’s house with Mike, but guess who showed up? His old friend Paul! He had been married for a couple years and had two kids!
When he came into our front room he looked at me up and down and said, “Hey look who it is! Little Ballbusting Stacy!”
I was like, wait, what? Does he know about me?
“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Don’t you remember when we first met? That was your nickname.”
“Huh, I don’t really remember any of that,” I lied.
“Oh my God, I do! That day is burned into my memory. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have kids! You’re not still like that are you?” I just laughed.
“Jesus, you were a scary kid. All Mike’s friends thought so.”
Isn’t it nice when you hear a story about yourself that you’d forgotten? It’s fun to know that even back then I was a nice little lady who showed boys their place in the world.
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I love this story. I’ve been threatened several times by my sisters, but never kicked me, only my cousin. Anyway, i would love meet you in the past, a young girl puting older boys on their place without any doubt
Wow I wish you did that to me. Clever way to distract a man.
Had a female friend that would use distraction by showing her breasts before a kick in the balls. Having a boner and aching balls is quite a combo.
Not only that they’ll not have anything in the way of their kick. Makes it a lot worse for the guy
“I didn’t know that it was an unusual environment at the time, I just thought every secondary school allowed and almost encouraged female led full-force nut smashes, with nuns and teachers turning a blind eye to the assaults…”
Probably today it is normal in schools… One woman said:
“I recently ran into an old schoolfriend of mine who just started as a high school teacher, and she says it’s insane how many girls kick and knee guys in the balls. She says it happens all the time and none of her colleagues do anything about it. It’s just the new normal.”
Does this friend have any specific examples?
also:
“One thing I learned in high school is that frequent ballbusting is a great cure for sexism. All the boys really learned to respect us.”
Your brother must be a real ballbusting freak or something, knowing that he still puts up with you while he’s down a ball.
hELLO yES my name is Mustafa have you ever been to Egypt? I would like you to bust my camel. He is well trained and has a large balls and dick. If you can make him stiff I pay extra.
Do not try to kiss him, whenever I try he spits at me.
Bad camel.
Thank you please
😲 my sister with 12 years old kicked my best Friend’s balls and mine’s (14years)because we didnt let her watch TV 😵 she sayed 4 eggs kicked 😆
Imagine growing up getting constantly beat by your sibling, only to become an adult and find out they’re writing porn about it 💀
Hi Stacy,
My little sister is just like you, always busts my balls for no reason. I am 28 years old and my little sister is 23. My poor balls take a lot of beating everyday. It kind of turns me on and i get an erection whenever she kicks me in my balls. I enjoy it as much as her.
My favourite way of getting my balls kicked is when i’m naked and my sister is fully clothed. I guess i just like CFNM style nut kicks.
I undress myself, fully naked, showing off my small penis and low hanging balls to my little sister to punish. I kneel down in front of her, spread my knees wide so that she could get a full view of my weak dangling bits. My sister demands to move my little penis away off my balls as it gets in the way of her foot and my balls. So, i will either lift my penis and hold it to fully expose my ballsack or i will tie a string around my waist then slide my penis under it securely. She gets a clear view of my balls and they’ll receive 100% of the force my sister’s foot exerts on them.
Now, my balls are happily hanging in my ball sack freely, suspended in the air, ready to get kicked by my sister. Poor balls have no idea how my sister is going to torture them.
My sister stands strong while i am kneeling down in front of her spread my knees wide apart exposing my vulnerable nuts in the open. She takes a step back and kicks my balls fiercely in foot ball style. My ball sack flies to the back of my butt by that force shooting a surge of pain through my abdomen. I yell “ooohhhwww my nuts” and fall on the floor in foetal position clutching my poor balls. My sister laughs at me and makes my get up. She lands another kick, another again and again. My balls swinging front and back like a pendulum. A plum pendulum, hahaha that is a nice way of putting it. My sister kicks my plums mercilessly making my balls into a Plum pendulum. I fall down, writhe in pain, my sister helps me get back up and kicks my berries again and again until i cry and beg her to spare my balls.
I let her kick my balls to her heart’s content. Her ballbusting session varies anywhere from 30 minutes to 3-4 hours everyday. Then, i collapse on floor, unable to move, clutch my plums in my palms.
It is so emasculating and humiliating for me as an older brother getting kicked in balls by my sister. It makes us men to respect women and realise how weak and useless our balls are.
Well cap, you are lucky as you only have one ball busting sister. I have three sisters. One is three years older then me, one is one year younger & the other is two years younger then me & as you said that that are commensurate to Stacy & truly enjoys kicking my nuts, spanking my buns, boxing my nuts & using my nuts like a football. Like you, my cock gets hard as a steel rod & the longer they punish me, the more they enjoy it. All of them has caused me to shoot a ton of sperm & empty my balls. All of them has caused my cock & balls to profusely bleed & all of them kicked my nuts and caused me to pass out but they continued to kick my nuts until they were either exhausted or my nuts were the size of a naval orange. It was because of my sisters that I met my wife who was a ball busting dom who stepped up on torturing me but that is another story.
please share your story would love to read it. Link or here is fine
Always fantasized over having my tentacle’s tortured until I cum . reading about your experiences, I fear that I could not hold up to the pain.
Have you ever watched the show Yellowstone?
Kelly Reilly (British actress playing American) and Wes Bentley play squabbling siblings, and she knees him super hard in one fight scene, happens at the 1:10 mark (does this bring back any memories?):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyNUUaAvGrA