The Discovery of My Ballbusting Fetish (Story) (Patreon)

It all started innocently enough. I was watching a movie with my brother Matt, when I saw a scene that caught my attention. The female lead had kicked the male lead in the balls, and he had doubled over in pain.

I couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, but what surprised me was the feeling that I got in my body. I felt a warmth spreading through my groin, and my heart began to race. While I didn’t understand what was happening to me, it captivated me.

Later that day, as my brother and I were play-fighting, I found myself reaching down and grabbing his balls. I squeezed them gently, and to my surprise, he let out a small moan. I felt a thrill run through my body, and I squeezed harder. He groaned louder, and I knew that I had found something that I enjoyed.

“Oh god! What are you doing, Lily?” my brother asked, his voice strained, the pain clearly getting to him even though I was hardly squeezing his poor jewels.

“Just having a little fun,” I said, grinning at him.

He tried to push me away, but I held on tight. I squeezed his balls harder, and he let out a loud cry of pain. I could feel how vulnerable he was, how easy it was for me to hurt him. And I loved it.

I loved squeezing his nuts.

“Stop it!” His face was turning red and his breaths hastened.

“Why? Does it hurt too much, Matty? Am I hurting your poor testicles~,” I asked, my voice laced with excitement.

“Yes! Let go!”

I finally released him, but the thrill of the moment stayed with me. I found myself thinking about his balls all the time, wondering how it would feel to hurt him even more.

Over the next few weeks, I experimented with different ways of hurting my brother’s balls. I kicked him, punched him, and even used a wooden spoon to hit him. Each time, the feeling of power washed over me, making me feel alive in a way that I had never felt before.

“Why do you keep… going for my balls?” my brother asked me one day, his voice low and angry.

“Because I like it,” I said simply. “I like how easy it is. Plus, you're a man, right? Can’t you handle a little pain in your ballsies?”

He shook his head, looking at me with a mixture of fear and confusion. But I didn’t care what he thought. My own desires too consumed me. There was no way I’d stop going for his family jewels… I needed to hurt them more.

One day, I took things… too far. I was squeezing his balls so hard that he started twitching, almost like involuntarily, as that uniquely masculine pain flooded his body, and suddenly, I felt a wave of arousal wash over me.

This was insane… I had never felt so turned on in my life. I kept squeezing him, harder and harder, until I finally… came. The euphoria was dripping from every inch of my body and I bit my lip as I felt the amazing sensations wash over me… all while I was crushing my brother’s nuts.

My brother lay on the ground, moaning in pain, while I stood over him, panting and sweating. I had never felt so powerful, so alive.

From that day on, things were different between us. My brother avoided me as much as possible, and I could see the fear in his eyes whenever I came near him. But I didn’t care.

His balls… were mine now.

As time went by, and I continued to indulge in my fetish, I always tried carefully to keep it hidden from the rest of the world. But I had never forgotten that first moment, that first rush of power that had come from hurting my brother’s balls.

And then, one day, I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to relive that moment, to feel that same rush of power and arousal.

I found my brother in his room, lying on his bed. He looked up at me warily as I approached him.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice quavering.

“You know what I want,” I said, my voice low and husky.

Without another word, I reached down and grabbed his balls. I squeezed them hard, relishing the feeling of his soft flesh in my hands. He moaned in pain, but I didn’t stop. I kept squeezing him, harder and harder, until he was writhing in agony.

“Please… not my nuts… why does it… always have to be my nuts!!” He moaned, trying to pry my hand away.

“Yup, it has to be your balls. Deal with it.”

And then, just as I reached the peak of my arousal, I squeezed him one last time, and he let out a loud scream. I came, hard and fast, as I felt his balls compressing under my fingers.

The pleasure was beyond words as the pure bliss surged through me… and as soon as I thought about how badly I was hurting my brother’s poor testicles… it just started again. Wave after wave of ecstasy. Fuck, I loved crushing his nuts…

And in that moment, I knew I could never stop. My brother’s balls… were the only toy I ever needed~