Broken:
“Come on boys, the sun is about to rise,” Cyndi said, though she was tired and her curly hair was falling over her face, her smile never faded. Nor did her grip on the two pairs of testicles standing in front of her as she sat on the bed with her legs crisscrossed. “You don’t want to waste a perfectly good Sunday in here with me, now do you?”
Steve moaned out, the more conscious of the two boys, seizing at the sensation of Cyndi searing at his testicle cords with her fingernails. Johnny, in Cyndi’s other hand, wasn’t’t doing any better. His head ruled to the side, and only the occasional yelp from Cyndi applying pressure to his balls let them know that he was still conscious, at least partially.
“Make it stop,” Steve whimpered.
“If you are in such a rush to be done, perhaps you can continue your story about your sister pulling your pants down at your high school graduation. I think it might be the source of your rage.”
“YOU’RE THE CAUSE OF MY RAGE!” Steve cried before his pupils dilated in sudden pain as Cyndi tightened her grip on his balls and twisted.
“Manners,” Cyndi smiled, her grip unrelenting and Steve clutched desperately at her wrist with both hands. “You are a guest in our home.”
“Please,” Steve pleaded, shaking like a shitting dog. “You’re twisting them too far. You’re going to break them by mistake.”
“Aw Stevie, I would never do that to you. I promise.” Her smile was so sincere, you’d hardly remember she was currently squeezing Steve’s balls so tight they were turning purple.
“But you’re squeezing so hard,” Steve cried, sounding more like a baby than a man.
“I’m only squeezing as hard as you’re making me,” Cyndi said. “If you simply cooperate with my questions, this will be over a lot sooner. Especially if Johnny over here could stay awake. Rise and shine Johnny.”
Cyndi kept her grip steady on Steve’s balls as she changed her pressure on Johnny’s, sending several quick but strong pulses of pressure into his nuts. Johnny was obviously reacting to the pain, it was clear in his eyes, but it took his twenty solid seconds of pushing his voice out through the pain before he could say “I’m awake.”
“Aw, if you’re really awake then keep your eyes on me.”
“Ok,” Johnny whimpered, forcing his eyes open and forward through the tears, despite clearly being past his limit: a broken man.
Steve gave up in that moment as well. He didn’t care anymore about his pride or his reputation. He just wanted to go home and spend all Sunday in a bath full of ice cubes. He’d been trying not to divulge too much to the strange smily girl who’d been asking him extremely personal questions all night, and in front of the jerk who took the last beer, but if answering them would finally put this night to bed, then he would tell her everything.
“Ok, yes: my sister pulled down my pants at graduation.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Cyndi smiled, easing her grip slightly.
“But there was more to it than that.”
“Oh?”
“So,” Cyndi said coolly, her grip still solid but not ball breaking on Steve’s balls, “ not only did she pull your pants down, but she had also hidden your underwear and replaced it with… what was it again?”
Steve groaned, knowing Cyndi remembered and just wanted to make him say it again himself, “her panties. She replaced my underwear with her panties.”
“So when she pulled down your pants…?”
“Everyone saw me wearing her panties, yes.”
“Poor dear. Was that all she did?”
Steve said nothing, then Cyndi put her thumb and forefinger around his left ball. No extra pressure, just the threat, smiling all the time.
“No,” Steve admitted, “then, before I had a chance to cover myself, she kicked me in the balls from behind.”
“Describe what happened next,” Cyndi said, tracing his ball with her fingernail. “Describe how it felt."
“Well first I felt it in my balls, but- but then it traveled up into my stomach and I fell to the ground, rolling around, holding myself as if that would somehow make the pain stop.”
“Tell me how it felt emotionally,” Cyndi clarified.
“I was humiliated. Everyone I knew was there. Friends, family, teachers, crushes. All of them laughing along at what my sister did to me. And I swear the girls were laughing the loudest.”
“Was that the first time she did something like that?”
“No,” Steve admitted, “she kicks me in the balls all the time.”
“And the panties?”
“It’s not always panties, but she’s switched out my clothes before too.”
“With what?”
A pause.
A squeeze.
“Diapers, dresses, embarrassing halloween costumes, you name it. Sometimes she puts hot sauce in them too so it stings my balls.”
“You poor thing,” Cyndi said, with a look of genuine concern. If she did find this whole situation funny, she hid it expertly. “And you’ve been carrying this humiliation with you haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Steve said. “And you never wanted people to see you look weak or pathetic every again, especially girls like the ones here tonight, right?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s why you knocked the beer out of Johnny’s hand?”
The truth was Steve didn’t know why he got so mad at Johnny, he might have just been in a bad mood. But he knew what Cyndi wanted him to say. “Yes, that’s why. And now that I understand that I will never do it again.”
“Very good,” Cyndi smiled before turning to Johnny, “you’re turn, Johnny. What’s the most embarrassing thing that you’ve gone through before having your balls pulled in front of all the prettiest girls in the sorority by little ol me?”
Steve was nervous now he’d have to wait for Johnny to open up, but he took the hints from what he saw and opened up quick. “Well, my step mom recently got full custody of me after a bad divorce with my dad. And every time she looks at me I swear she sees my father. So I spend ever since graduating high school, I’ve spent every college with her, and she’s made me volunteer as a practice dummy at her women’s self defense class where a bunch of sad divorced women take out their frustration on my balls.”
Steve and Cyndi just stared at him.
“Thank you for sharing, Johnny. That must be what made you take the last beer. You wanted to feel strong. And strong men get the last beer.”
“Yes, that’s true. I see the light now, literally. My vision is so blurry.”
“Well boys, I think we’ve finally gotten to the bottom of this. Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
Both boys nodded vigorously.
“And you’ll never start a fight in our home again?”
“Never,” Steve said and Johnny nodded in agreement.
“Ok,” Cyndi smiled. “Then I just need to pop one of your balls and you’re free to go.”
“Finally,” Steve said before the alarm kick in, “hold on, what?”
“I just have to pop one of your balls and then you can both leave. So, any volunteers?”
“But Cyndi, seriously. This isn’t necessary,” Johnny said. “We promise we’ll be good. Don’t you believe us?”
“Oh I do,” Cyndi assured. “You’ve spent all night with me, I know you’ve learned you lesson. But I'm already getting people questioning if I’m tough enough to be security chair, so I have to send a message to everyone that this is what happens when you start trouble in my house. You two have actually done me a huge favor: nobody will cause trouble after they hear what I’m about to do to one of you.”
“But you promised me you wouldn’t break my balls,” Steve said hoping this would make Cyndi reconsider, or at least pop Johnny’s ball instead of his.
“I said I wouldn’t break it by mistake. I’m not careless like you boys. I will however pop one of your balls on purpose, and since neither of you are brave enough to volunteer-“
Both boys started to protest before they were stopped by Steve shrieking as Cyndi pinched one of his nuts hard.
“EENY.”
“Please dont-“ Johnny said before Cyndi switched to pinching one of his nuts.
“MEENY.”
“This is way worse than my sister.”
“MINEY!” She clamped down hard on all four balls.
Both boys screamed.
She picked one ball, slipped it between her fingers. Pinched it until her fingernails touched through the orb.
“MO!”
One boy screamed.