Kate has no idea for she convinced her brother Jared into this game. His arms were tied behind his back and she had to hit him with the leather part of a belt while she was blindfolded.
But what Jared didn't know, was that she could see through the thin blindfold. So… that wasn't something she wanted to tell him either.
“Okay! So you get 2 minutes to try and hit me.” Jared proclaimed, feeling a little nervous in his shorts and shirt. It was a warm day and they used to do dumb shit like this when they were kids so it still felt kinda normal to them. It was almost nostalgic they both realized.
Though Kate sensed a tremble in her brother's voice that wasn't there before. Which is ironic, since he's gotten bigger and stronger since then. But Jared knows that her anger issues hasn't gotten much better since then, even though she's become a woman in more ways than one.
“Yes… 2 minutes. And I'm making sure to hold the metal part of the belt, so it's all strap! Don't worry.” She put her brother at ease.
“Ooo… okay good.” He swallowed. Jared had on a playful smile. “I'm used to girls giving me a little whipping anyways.”
Kate lifted the belt and threatened her brother, who skittered away, shrieking.
“We haven't started yet!” He exclaimed.
“Then shut up and start then! Need to whoop your ass with this strap. This is for Suzie!”
Jared groaned at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. Kate always liked her and he did regret how things ended for them… he was definitely in the wrong. But she really didn't have to kick him in the balls so hard.
Jared bent over with a groan, shifting as a phantom ache settled in his balls and Kate laughed.
“Bad memories?”
“Bad memories… hope she's doing well though.”
“Heard she's the captain of the soccer team at her college.”
“That does not surprise me…” Jared quivered in fear. Kate laughed and shook her head.
“Okay! Let's get started!”
“Fine! Clock starts… now!”
Jared then jumped back and danced on his toes and Kate immediately started laughing, causing her brother to laugh too. He was playing it quick on his toes, not wanting to get caught with the strap.
Kate sent out an off the mark whip to try and throw him off guard and convince him that she really can't see. Jared yelped and jumped away from it. His eyes wide and laughing. Kate laughed again; he really looked so ridiculous with his arms tied behind his back.
Jared didn't realize quite how scary this was either. And as the time went on, it almost seemed like was cornering him somehow. He hasn't been hit yet but she was getting close.
After a few more missed whips, Kate was catching her breath for a moment, which Jared appreciated, so he did too. As he did, he watched her chest rise up and down. He continued to watch her boobs bob as she swung her arms and jumped around and breathed in and out. She knows it's his sister. But he's a virile young man. A little look never hurt anybody right?
Kate noticed this and tested her theory… she rose up slowly, focusing on his eyesight and noticed it followed her tits.
She shifted to the side and saw his eyes follow her tits. She started to feel very objectified. By her own brother!? She thought he grew up.
In a fury, she threw the blindfold off and looked directly at Jared with venom. Jared immediately felt his stomach drop.
“Are you staring at my tits!?”
“W-what!? How do you see me!? I-I mean–”
Kate reared back her strap and started to wail on Jared, who was screaming and trying to cover up but his hands are don't too tight. The strap whipped him over and over, creating welts and bruises all over his legs, back and arms.
“Kate stop, stop! Oh my God, stop!”
“Fucking pervert! Staring at my tits when you think I can't see!”
“I didn't mean to! I just thought they would help me see where you're going! Ow, ow, owwWWW! KATE, PLEASE STOP STRAPPING ME!”
Jared was against the wall and had leg up to cover his body, tears in his eyes and hurting all over. His body felt like it was on fire and he was breathing hard. He still couldn't cover himself up and he was totally at her mercy.
“Hmph! Okay. No more strapping.”
With that, Kate swung her foot out in an arch at his brother's legs. His leg was up high and her foot snuck into the gap between his legs her her toes slammed up, lifting and crushing her brother's jewels with fury.
Jared instantly felt it. His balls getting kicked into his stomach. His focus entirely shifted and his body froze. He pulled his leg down and made a strange, choking cry. A combination between a “Uagh! and a “Ooo!” as he stumbled and felt his soul leave his body.
“My balls! You just kicked my balls! Oooo!”
He looked up at his sister in betrayal and fear. He tried to pull his hands in to cover his balls but there were tied behind his back. So he helplessly just fell to his knees as he experienced the blinding, burning pain that immediately follows getting kicked in the balls. Then the pain spread to his stomach and thighs, as he rolled the ground, crying out in agony.
He lifted his ass in the air and tried to ease the pain. But he was unavailable to do anything. He plopped on the ground like a fish out of water.
“Oh! My balls, you… you fucking kicked my balls… why… oh god!”
“You already said that, idiot.”
He curled up tight in a ball, wincing as it felt like there was a giant knife in his abdomen and it lit every nerve on fire. Then he started to feel sick and cough on the ground.
“You deserved that, pervert. Think with your dick less next time!”
“Uuugg…Kate, please… it was just a game… we were playing a game.”
“Oh, you're right! We were playing the strap game. Let me fix that.”
With that, Kate reached down and lifted her brother's strong leg, spread him and swung the leather strap into his balls with all her might.
“AAAAAAAA!” Jared cried out, his body thrusted with the force of the strap crackling against his balls. He couldn't believe the sensation.
He fell to the ground and rocked, body twisting hopelessly as he cried out, eyes rolling back and neck veins popping out. He desperately tried to pull his hands out but there were just so tightly bound.
He stomped the ground, spasmed and cried out as the bruise was sweltering over his balls. Kate kicked his ass and cried out.
“There! Now I got with the strap properly. Uuugh! Fuck Jared, you make me so angry!”
“Oh God, oh God they're bleeding! My balls, my fucking balls! You broke them!”
“Ugh. You're so annoying. They're fine! They're always fine!!”
“No, no! You fucking broke them! And I…” Jared interrupted himself with a dramatic plop and almost dislocating his shoulder. He cried out again but the welts in his body, the shoulder popping, none of that compared to how his balls feel. Kate saw how pathetic he was rolling.
“Oh my God, you are so useless! Boys and they're fucking balls.” She whined but bent down to unstrap her brother.
The closest thing to relief Jared could feel washed over his body as he was finally able to pull his hands in to his balls. He clutched them and the pressure against the sore skin sent a shock to his system. Then he kicked his legs, filling up his hands with his bruised nut meat through his shorts. Hewhimpered and let tears fall on the ground, a miserable mess of boy.
“Oh my nuts, my nuts… Kate, why, why… that was so mean!”
Kate stood over Jared and watched him suffer, curled in a ball, blubbering over his balls. They were bruised and bleeding, touching them relieved some of the burning but the deep seated, crushing nausea just couldn't get any better. He coughed into the ground and his vision went in and out. He was helpless and Kate could've done anything she wanted to based on the state he was in.
“You deserve it. Now apologize unless you want me to break this belt over your balls.”
“No! Ugh, no, no… I'm sorry, I'm sorry… please don't hurt my balls anymore.”
Kate grimaced and accepted his groveling.
“Good. Now, next time I see you staring at my tits. Remember this feeling. Because it's gonna be worse everytime I see it. I'll take this strap out each time.”
Kate stepped over him and kicked his ass as she walked away, causing Jared to cry out at the sudden movement of his body.
Jared curled up tighter, never expecting pain like this. This pain was at a new level. Kicks in the balls but this was at a new, stomach churning level. And everytime he saw his sister, he remembered this ache and tried his best not to see look at her tits ever again. But boys will be boys.