Hi there! This is just a lil' story to ring in the new year. It's inspired by u/ballbustboy's request.
This story contains: FFF/M ballbusting/castration, humiliation, foot fetish and one hell of a family tradition! Have fun, guys!
Aaron was excited to spend New Year’s Eve with his girlfriend and her family. The two of them had been dating for pretty much exactly a year now and things were going great. So great, in fact, that Aaron decided to propose to Kristy after ringing in the new year with her. It was perfect, as it would be the one year anniversary of them meeting each other.
He had already bought a ring and kept playing with it in his pocket on the drive over to Kristy's mum’s place. Sandra and her other daughter, Eileen, were just as lovely (and stunning!) as Kristy. It always shocked him that the two women couldn’t keep a long-term relationship. They’d pick up a guy, he’d see him a couple of times, and then he’d just... disappear.
He shrugged the thought off as he pulled into Sandra’s driveway, getting out of the car and knocking on the door of the nice, suburban house. It was Eileen who greeted him with a smile. The gothy teenager wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. She was rather tall for a 19 year old and Aaron couldn’t deny that she looked almost a little too good in her black skirt and crop-top. Not to mention the fishnet things clinging to her pale legs. She was the opposite of Kirsty, who was a bright, flowery young woman that usually wore flowing sundresses and Birkenstocks. As he followed Eileen into the living room, he was greeted by the matriarch of the family. Sandra did her daughter’s just. The tall, slender ginger was, what some may call, “a total milf”.
Aaron shook her hand and handed her the bottle of prosecco he’d brought along. “Kirsty is just getting ready, hun. She’ll be with us in a minute.“, the older woman smiled. She looked incredibly for a woman in her late 40’s. Aaron felt a little sleazy admitting it, but he always thought he’d made a safe bet dating Kirsty if that’s how the women in her family aged.
“Why hello there, handsome!”, Kristy smiled as she walked down the stairs in a cute, tight-fitting dress. She swung her arms around Aaron and kissed him deeply, making his member stir in his jeans. “Wow, you look...”, he breathed. “Stunning? I know, thanks! Gotta look good to bring in the near year, no? It’s a Albaker family tradition. And traditions are important!”, she said. Both Sandra and Eileen nodded almost ominously at that, but Aaron was too focused on fighting the erection growing in his pants to notice.
Soon, drinks started flowing and the evening was in full swing. Stories were exchanged and laughs were had as the new year drew ever closer. It was at about 11pm that Aaron started to feel a little dizzy. He poured himself a glass of water and rubbed his temples, trying to stop his vision from blurring. “Had a bit too much, stud?”, Eileen winked at him from across the sofa. He’d only had about half a bottle of wine and a few celebratory shots. Nothing he couldn’t handle, normally. Well, he’d also had the special mixer Sandra had served him earlier, but that wasn’t supposed to be particularly strong. “Nah, I think it’s just a tension headache.”, he smiled. “If you say so, big guy.”, Eileen leered at him, looking weirdly menacing all of a sudden. It was like the teen knew something he didn’t. “Shh, you’ll be alright, babe. Maybe just try closing your eyes for a little?”, Kirsty suggested. “I... I just might...”, Aaron slurred, feeling faint.
And just like that, it was light’s out.
When he came to, he realised with shock that he was tied up. “What... what the fuck?”, he murmured, looking around the room and struggling against the rope tying him to the table. “Wakey wakey, boy.”, Eileen smirked, sat between his spread legs and grinning at him. “What’s happening? Is this some sort of joke?”, he asked, his mouth dry. “Nuh-uh, silly! This is our family tradition.”, she beamed at him. Before he could fully process what she was talking about, she lifted her heavy combat boot before slamming it down right into his crotch. “Urgh, fuck!!”, he gasped, feeling his defenceless testicles getting mashed against the table. His jeans offered next to no protection. “What... what are you doing?”, he whimpered. “Tenderising you.”, she shrugged, completely unbothered. Without hesitation, she lifted her boot up again and THUD! “Arrgh!! Please! Stop!”, Aaron begged, tears welling up in his eyes. “Wow, crying already? You’re a pussy, dude. You’re in for one hell of a bad time.”, she laughed. The cute, innocent teenager he’d gotten to know over the past year was gone, replaced by a bratty, sadistic monster. Aaron couldn’t understand what was going on. “Please, where is Kirsty?”, he asked, his face flush. “Ugh, am I not good enough?”, Eileen asked, punctuating the question with yet another kick. Aaron’s testicles were beginning to swell in his boxers. “Fuck!!! Please stop!”, he cried out, more tears flowing. “Gosh, you look pathetic, snivelling like that. Let me wipe those tears, pussy.”, she teased. Rather than grabbing a tissue, she pulled off one of her heavy, leathery boots, exposing a damp looking, black sock. As soon as she brought her foot up to his face, Aaron could feel the stench of sweat filling his nostrils. He gagged as the bratty teen wiped her dirty sock all over his face. “Sorry, I haven’t washed these in a while.”, she giggled.
“Ugh, Eileen! Again with the nasty foot bullshit! Stop it, didn’t mum tell you?!”, Kirsty barked at her, hands at her hips. “Whatever... I think he was enjoying it.”, Eileen said as she hopped off the table and gave Aaron’s crotch a firm squeeze. “Ain’t that right, perv?”.
“Oh god, please help me, babe! Your sister... she’s gone insane or something!”, he looked at his girlfriend for help. Much to his dismay, Kirsty only shrugged. “Mum says it’s just a phase. However, I don’t think she’d appreciate you calling her darling daughter insane, not gonna lie.”, she smiled at her helpless boyfriend.
Just then, Sandra walked in, holding a rubber mallet.
“I don’t appreciate that at all, Aaron. You’re a guest in our house and it’s very unbecoming to speak ill of your host’s daughter. Apologise, at once.”, she demanded. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”, Aaron jeered, genuinely shocked. “Have you not seen what that frea...”, he was abruptly cut off when Sandra smashed the mallet into his groin, hard. “Urgh!! Oh fuck! Holy shit...”, he sputtered, feeling his abused testicles strain. “Please...”, he gasped. “I said... APOLOGISE!”, the matriarch spat, slamming the mallet down again, mashing up the captive’s nuts. “Oh fuck!! I am sorry!! I am so sorry! Just please, stop!”, he blubbered, feeling like his stomach was turning inside out. “He’s SUCH a crybaby, isn’t he? Normally they last a lot longer before they start whining like that.” Eileen observed. “Yeah, this one’s a bit of a softie.”, Kirsty said. “But to be honest, I like it that way. Gets me off to see them cry like that.”. “Oh yeah, but I’m the weird one for putting my feet in his face.”, Eileen rolled her eyes. “I mean... yeah? If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d have made him suck your grimy toes too, no?”, Kirsty asked, raising an eyebrow. “Pfft, I still might, sis.”, the brat quipped.
Meanwhile Aaron just looked at Sandra, meeting her icy gaze as she glared at him. “Always the same with you men. You act like the perfect gentleman, but the second things don’t go your way, you get nasty. You’re going to watch your tone now and treat my daughters and me with respect. Understood?”, she asked, swaying the mallet threateningly. “Yes, ma’am.”, Aaron said quietly. “Please, I’m sorry for having been rude. I... I just want to leave.”. “Leave? You can’t leave. It’s nearly midnight and time for our annual tradition.”, Sandra said. Something about the tone of her voice made Aaron feel sick to his stomach. “Yeah, dummy. It’s almost time to start the new year with a BANG!”, Eileen shouted, throwing a jap at Aaron’s crotch. “Ugh! Fuck...”. “Okay, my turn.”, said Kirsty as she stepped forward. “Let’s get you out of those jeans.”. She pulled a pair of scissors from a drawer and began cutting away at Aaron’s jeans. He flinched as she careless cut away at the fabric. “Careful now, darling. You wouldn’t want to accidentally cut something off.”, Sandra said.
Before long, Aaron was left in nothing but a pair of boxers from the waist down. The three women circled around him and observed the bulge in his boxer shorts.
“Look at that stain. Is that pre-cum?”, Eileen asked curiously. “I believe so, honey.”, answered her mum. “Maybe we have a bit of a sadist at our hands, girls.”. “Or maybe he’s a foot freak and it’s from when I put my stinky sock in his face.”, the Goth laughed. “I doubt it, you deviant...”, shrugged Kirsty. “Hey, only one way to find out.”, Eileen climbed onto the table and pulled off her sock, placing her sweaty, bare foot right in Aaron’s face. “Go on, give my sole a nice lick, freak!”. “Mum! Make her stop!”, Kirsty protested. “Let your sister have her fun, baby girl. She’s young and experimenting with herself.”. “But it’s gross!”.
Much to Kirsty’s dismay, Aaron’s cock grew painfully hard, tenting his boxers obscenely.
“Hah! I knew it!”, Eileen shouted excitedly, rubbing her sole all over Aaron’s face. “You gotta be fucking kidding me...”, Kirsty huffed. “Getting a hard-on licking my little sister’s feet? You are fucking disgusting!”. “Oh honey, all men are. That’s why we do this, baby girl. Mo matter how nice and caring they may seem, deep down all men are filthy pigs.”, the matriarch shook her head. “I guess you’re right, mum...”, Kirsty relented. She grabbed the bulge in Aaron’s shorts and began kneading it roughly, making the guy whimper into her sister’s sole. “Uhh, that feels nice!”, Eileen mentioned. “Go harder, I wanna feel him cry into my sole!”. Kirsty just shrugged her shoulders and increased the pressure, feeling Aaron’s testicles tense between her slander fingers. “Oh, fuck! This is definitely doing something for me!”, Eileen gasped, rubbing herself through her skirt. “Freak...”, Kirsty said quietly as she mangled her boyfriend’s balls.
After what felt like an eternity, Eileen pulled her foot of Aaron’s face and Kirsty stopped squeezing. Aaron’s boxers were drenched in pre-cum and he was deliriously panting.
“Hey, perv!”, Eileen smacked his face. “Enjoyed yourself, huh? Well, good for you, ‘cause that’ll be the last hard-on you’ll ever have.”, she cackled.
Sandra checked the time. “Nearly midnight, girls. Let’s wheel him outside and celebrate!”.
With that, Aaron felt himself moved through the kitchen and into the living room before being pushed through the backdoor into the fenced off garden. He thought about screaming, but overeager people were already setting off rockets, drowning out any pleas he’d be able to make. Instead, he opted to beg Kirsty for mercy.
“Honey, please. I love you. More than anything. I... I wanted to propose to you. Check my pockets. There’s a ring in one of ‘em. I love you so, so much.”, he said, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “No way!”, Kirsty exclaimed, clasping her hands in front of her mouth. “You wanted to propose? Oh, baby...”, she kissed him and pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock and swollen balls. “That’s so sweet!”, she cooed into his ear, stroking his member gently. Aaron moaned as his cock throbbed, closing his eyes. “Oh, my handsome boy!”, Kirsty stroked him faster, getting him dangerously close to the edge. “I’ll add it to the collection.”.
Suddenly, Aaron felt his urethra stretch painfully, ripping him out of his pre-orgasmic bliss. He looked down on himself and, to his utter shock, saw Eileen shove the stick of a rocket down his cock. “OH GOD! NO!!!”, he wailed, making the cruel women laugh.
“Wow, baby. That’s the fourth guy trying to propose. You’re my little heartbreaker, aren’t you?”, Sandra smiled proudly.
Before Aaron even had time to register just what that meant, the fuse was lit and the sparks showered his sensitive skin, making him scream in pain as the rocket zoomed upwards into the night sky. His ball sack was left sore and slightly charred, the pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
“Beautiful!”, Sandra said, hugging her daughters close. “Now it’s time for the grand finale. Only 50 seconds until the new year, girls.”.
Aaron looked at the women through tears, all his dreams shattered. “Please...”, he sobbed brokenly.
Kirsty grabbed a firecracker that looked more like a stick of dynamite than anything else and stuffed it right underneath Aaron’s bruised balls, ignoring his pleas for mercy. Another, smaller one was stuffed down his urethra and the fuses were lit. Aaron could only look down on himself helpless as the fuses grew shorter. He heard the girls count down. “5...”. His hear was heavy and his chest was heaving. “4...”. He tried to struggle against his restraints. “3...”. He felt the heat of the flames grow closer. “2...”. Through teary eyes, he looked at his girlfriend and her family. “1...”. Defeated, he closed his eyes and...
“Happy new year!!!”, the girls cheered, toasting and hugging each other as the explosives tore Aaron’s testicles to bloody shreds, spraying bits of cock and balls across the garden. Another year done, another filthy male taken care of. Sandra smiled as she watched Aaron trash in complete agony, thinking to herself: ‘365 days until the next year.”.
Happy belated New Year, everyone! I hope y’all had a good start to 2025 and I’m excited to share lots of stories with you guys this year. ❤️