Message-ID: <24941asstr$962421011@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: doktorwu@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8jinfi$jqr$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Jun 30 18:04:47 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} ASSM NEW Brother, Busted by Dr. Wu 3/5 Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 23:10:11 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, apuleius BROTHER, BUSTED Ff/m femdom, teens, cbt, denial, tease PART THREE By Dr. Wu THE USUAL BLAH BLAH: You shouldn't have to be told this, but this story contains sex and violence and if you are under 18, you should not read it. This story is copyright 2000 by Dr. Wu. It may be posted, re- posted or archived anywhere that is completely free. It may not be archived anywhere that charges any sort of fee. It is completelyfictitious, and any resemblance with real persons is coincidental. You can read other stories by Dr. Wu by visiting his author's site at the Alt. Sex.Stories Text Repository. The address is: http://www.asstr-mirror.org. "Brother, Busted" is different from my usual stories in that it is about a teenaged boy who is teased and hurt badly by his teenaged sister and his aunt. If you don't want that, there's a universe of stories out there, so don't come whinin' to Dr. Wu. Oh, and for God's sake, don't actually try any of this sick shit or someone will get badly hurt. BROTHER, BUSTED PART THREE Kyle painfully, awkwardly lumbered into the kitchen, having made his way down the stairs, through the front hall and the living room. His legs swung stiffly, and he almost fell a couple of times because of the spreader bar and his inability to use his hands. But worst of all was that his adolescent gonads were still screaming in agony, and every step he took jarred them slightly. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" he grunted. God almighty, he thought to himself, this is a fucking nightmare. he saw now what his dad had meant when he'd called Aunt Vivian a ball-buster; could Dad have possibly have known what a buster she really was. Sweat poured down the handsome dark-haired boy's face as he made his way as fast as he could into the kitchen, out of fear that if he didn't, his 13-year-old sister, who was suddenly turning from a sweet little girl into some sort of dominatrix, would jump up and down on his poor balls. Upstairs, Aunt Vivian and young Kim Lowe conferred, listening to Kyle's grunts and smiling. "Are you having fun, honey?" Vivian asked her niece. "I am! I really am!" Kim answered breathlessly. Her pretty face glowed with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "I'm showing Kyle who's boss. Will he really be my slave when we're done." "Forever and ever, I promise," Vivian said. "But you've got to play it my way. And as much fun as it is to hurt Kyle, we also need to let him know who's boss sexually as well as physically. Do you think you can be a cock-tease to your brother? You won't have to actually have sex with him, just do some things you wouldn't normally do, things that might seem a little gross at first, but all with the idea of making him your slave." "I trust you Aunt Vivian," the young girl replied. "If you say to do it, I'll do it, no matter what." "OK, go change into your sexiest and shortest little miniskirt. And put on something sexy on top. No bra - you don't need one with those sweet little boobies of yours." Vivian smiled kindly at her naive young niece, and Kim knew her aunt wasn't making fun of her. "Then when you've changed, rustle up a good sized bucket and a pitcher of some sort and meet me and your pervert brother in the kitchen." "Yes, ma'am!" Kim shouted enthusiastically. She ran to her bedroom and stripped out of her soccer shorts and T shirt. She felt like she was buzzing all over, that she had never been so alive. She paused, and snuck her right down the front of her white cotton underpants. She was damp down there! She knew she hadn't peed, and from her conversations with friends, she knew that this is what women did when they were sexually excited. She brushed her hands over her tender young labia, and felt her pussy begin to open up, like the petals of a flower. She brushed again, and felt something indescribably good as her fingertips touched her clit. She touched it again, and again, and began a steady rubbing motion. Oh, Jesus, Kim thought, that feels so good! I could do that for hours! She realized that her tiny pink nipples were stiffening up under her training bra, thrusting against the cotton, as if they, too wanted to be touched. She desperately wanted to keep on going and see where these explorations would lead her, but her Aunt had given her instructions and she had to follow them. Kim Lowe stripped off her training bra and found a sexy thin white top with spaghetti straps. She'd never worn it without a bra, and once on, her nipples poked right through the thin fabric. She pulled on a short denim miniskirt, and finished the outfit by lacing up her white Keds. Then she went off to find the equipment. She cuit through the kitchen on the way to the garage to find a bucket, and found her brother Kyle with standing in the middle of the breakfast nook. Aunt Vivian had pushed the table out of the way and positioned Kyle under the heavy light fixture that hung from the ceiling. She had looped some clothesline around Kyle's neck several times and threaded it up through the hook where the light was attached to the ceiling. Kyle was standing there, naked, helpless, more vulnerable than he had ever been, his hands still behind his back, his legs still forced wide apart by the broomstick, a pleading look on his face. "Hey, Kim!" Vivian called out. "Do you have any idea if this hook here will support perv-boy's weight?" "Yeah, Aunt Vivian, I bet it will," the niece answered. "I remember when Dad was putting it in, he said he was drilling into a ceiling stud, and that it would support anything." "Well then," Vivian said, "let's hang a stud from the stud!" She laughed, and Kim giggled along with her. Kyle started pleading again to be let loose, but Vivian just told him to shut up, and to drive home her point, she jerked upward on the loose end of the clothesline, cutting off his wind. Climbing onto a kitchen chair, Vivian made sure the clothesline was securely looped through the ceiling hook. Then she climbed down and ran the line behind Kyle's back. She jerked on the rope, and Kyle rose up on his tiptoes to keep from being strangled. While the naked teen boy was up on his toes, the sadistic woman quickly looped the line around his wrists and tied it off. Kyle was now immobilized in the middle of the family's breakfast nook, standing on tiptoes. If he tried to stand flat-footed, the way his aunt had rigged the line would cut off his air again and strangle him. Kim came back in with the bucket. "How do you like your brother now, Kim?" Vivian asked. "I like him like that," Kim said. "I wish he could stay like that forever." "And what would you do with him?" "I'd do this," Kim said, and walked over to her helpless older brother. Her heart was hammering away as she reached out her small hand and grabbed his scrotum. She cupped his balls, and began to squeeze. Hard, harder, and harder still. "Ahhhh! God, don't, Kim, it hurts, it hurts!" Kyle screamed as the 13- year-old slowly crushed his gonads in one hand. Finally, Kim let loose, and Kyle huffed and puffed as his sister smiled at him. "Now let's continue our experiments into adolescent male sexuality," Vivian said, pretending to sound like a college professor. "Our goal is to see how much pain a 16-year-old boy can endure and still maintain an erection. First, let's set up our equipment." She took a thick rubber band and wrapped it twice around Kyle's ball-sac, right at the top. This cause his balls to be jammed downward (and would later keep them from retracting because of the pain). Then she cut off a short piece of nylon clothesline and wrapped it around his nuts, letting it dangle down between his legs. "Bucket!" Vivian barked, now pretending to be a surgeon. "Bucket!" Kim responded, handing it over. Vivian tied the bucket to the dangling line so that it hung half way down between Kyle's legs. "Now go fill the pitcher with water," Vivian instructed her niece, who obeyed. "Kyle, my sweet nephew," Vivian said, lowering her voice to a sexy purr. "You'll like this part, lover boy. I'm going to get you hard. Would you like to see my tits, big boy?" And she began unbuttoning the man's white shirt she was wearing. Kyle's head swirled with confusion. So much pain, so much helplessness, but also, so much erotic stimulation. Now his aunt was about to show him his first pair of real breasts! Vivian unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it back, revealing she was braless. Her magnificent tits sprung out, nipples hard as little pink bullets from the excitement that was racing through her body. "Do you like these titties, big boy? Ever had a nice set of tits rubbed up against your naked body?" She stepped forward so that she was pressed right up against Kyle. Her nipples pushed against his bare chest, and she began to undulate up against the boy suggestively. She began teasing him in her low, sexy voice. "Too bad you're all tied up, Kyle. Maybe when we're done I'll let you fuck me. But before you fuck me, we'll need to get your cock all wet, and you know how we'll do that? I'll take it in my mouth, and wrap my lips around the head of your cock, and suck on it like I'm a human vacuum cleaner. And I'll tickle your ass with my fingertips, and rub my titties up against you, and then I'll let you fuck me in my tight little pussy. How about it, Kylie-boy?" The youngster moaned and tried to push himself forward against his aunt. Her nipples brushed against hsi chest, and he thrust his pelvis forward so that his cock barely brushed against the smooth, tan skin of her flat tummy above her denim cut-offs. God, he was so close to her, he was beside himself, she was talking about sucking his dick, and before he was even aware what was happening, his cock stirred, and stirred again, and started to swell with blood and rise upward. "Gonna get hard for me, honey?" Aunt Vivian teased. Her face was not inches from his, and she licked her lips lasciviously. She stuck a finger into her mouth, wet it, and reached down to one nipple, rubbing it, making the hard pink nub even more erect. "My nipples are so hard, Kyle. That's a sign I'm turned on. And you're getting turned on, too." Sure enough, Kyle was back to sporting a raging erection, pointing straight up to his flat, naked belly. "Kim, fill up that pitcher with water from the faucet and bring it over here and pour it into the bucket." Kim obeyed, pouring the half- gallon of water into the bucket. Kyle winced a little, but it was obvious the water had no effect. "We're gonna need more water, Kim," Vivian instructed. Kim re-filled the pitcher and poured it into the bucket, then did it again, and again, so that there were two gallons of water in the bucket. The bucket now hung down a couple of inches lower, pulling down on Kyle's testicles, putting pressure on them. The boy had started to moan, and beads of sweat were popping out on his forehead, but his dick remained hard as a steel girder. "Here, let me help," Vivian said, and grabbed a second pitcher. Vivian and Kim each poured another half-gallon of water into the suspended bucket, and watched as it descended another couple of inches from the added weight. "Oh, shit!" Kyle yelped, as the weight on his poor abused balls increased dramatically. "Oh fuck, it hurts, please stop, please stop!" Kim smiled at her brother's helpless pleading. She walked over to her brother, standing right in front of his trussed-up. naked form. "Hey, big bro, I got a question for you. What was the name of that Britney Spears song you were singing a little while ago?" Kyle's mind tumbled in pain and confusion. His balls felt like they were being ripped right out of his body. "Hit Me Baby One More Time," he answered, not realizing where his kid sister was going with the question. "OK!" Kim squeaked, hauled back her right arm and swung her first forward and upward, smashing it into her brother's testicles. Those balls, of course, were trapped by the rubber band and had nowhere to go, so they absorbed the full force of her blow. Kyle screamed piteously as the pain overwhelmed him. "Well, he asked me to hit him," Kim told her aunt, and the two females giggled in tandem. "I think we need some more water," Vivian said, and Kim poured another half-gallon into the bucket. Kyle's scrotum was now horrible stretched, hanging down a full six inches from his body, with the two pain-wracked balls forced into the very bottom of the sack. "No, God, no, please, please," Kyle babbled. "I think he's starting to lose his hard-on," Vivian noted, and she stepped up and began to run her fingers up and down Kyle's shaft. An expert cock-teaser, she paid particular attention to the little patch of skin right beneath and on the underside of the boy's cockhead, tickling it with her fingertips. The flagging erection sprang back to life. "I gotta hand it to your brother, no matter what we do to him, he takes a licking and keeps on ticking," Vivian cracked. "Hey Kyle, I know you like Britney Spears so much. What's the name of her new song?" "Shut up!" Kyle managed to yell. "Wrong!" Kim yelled back. "Britney Spears' new song is called..." She paused, stepped back, and swung her leg forward, catching Kyle's balls with the tip of her shoe, driving them upward several inches. They hung there for a spilt second, then the gravity of the water-laded bucket took over and yanked the boy's balls back downward. His scream was blood- curdling. "Oops! I Did It Again!" Kim finished. "Here's my version, big brother," and she began singing the tune of Spears' song: Oops, I did it again! I busted your balls! I kicked them so hard. Oh baby! I'm not that innocent." Vivian watched the 13-year-old gleefully torment and torture her 16- year0old brother. She smiled; this was all going much better than any plan she could have dreamed up. Kim stepped back to kick Kyle in the nads again, but Vivian laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Hang on, honey. We're not trying to kill him, just teach him a lesson. You have to know a boy's limits, and I think Kyle is close to his." "Oh, please, Aunt Vivian, can't I kick his balls in some more? Please?" Kim's blue eyes glittered with demonic lust. "Later, honey. Right now, we need to continue to make sure you're brother knows his boss, just in case he hasn't figured it out yet. So far I've been doing all the work to turn him on and keep him hard. Do you think you could take over that little task?" "Can I also bust his balls some more?" Kim asked. "Sure you can." Kim stepped up to Kyle's bound body. She reached out her young, innocent hand, and wrapped it around the head of his penis. She had to look up to see his face. "Look at me, Kyle," she ordered. "I'm touching your nasty old cock, big brother. Is this what you've secretly always wanted, to have your little sister touching your cock?" "Here, honey," Vivian said. She took Kim's hand and poured some olive oil from the pantry into the palm. "Now rub that up and down his cock." Kim did as she was told, slowly, teasing her brother. Kyle's pain had faded, and now he was back in ecstasy, his sexy sister's hand working up and down on his shaft, spreading slippery, soothing olive oil everywhere. God, it was so fucking sexy, so slippery and nasty, and his little sister kept talking to him. "You like that, Paul? I kinda like it, to tell the truth. It's the first time I've touched a boy's dick, and I always thought I'd be scared when the time came. And I never thought in a million years it would be my pervert brother. But now that I'm doin' it, it's like kind of exciting. I can feel myself getting all tingly between my legs." "Oh, Jeez!" Kyle sighed. "Oh, Kim, I'll do anything you want, just don't stop. That feels so good. I'll be your slave forever, Kim, just don't stop." The teenager's cock was swelling under the gentle but insistent hand-job, the pent-up sperm of a couple hours worth of torment getting ready to burst out and spatter all over the young girl's T-shirt. Her hand rubbed and caressed him, and Kyle was lost in a cloud of lust. "That's enough, Kim," Vivian said firmly, and pulled Kim's hand off. Kim had almost gone into a trance from the smooth rhythm of the hand job, and was startled. But Vivian was right; Kyle was on the verge of coming, which was not what she had in mind. "While you were teasing your brother, Kim, I had a little brain storm. Look at his cock right now. See how swollen and purple the head is, and see how it bobs up and down? That's a sign that he's ready to come. And we don't want that, do we?" "No way!" Kim said. "So what do you suggest?" "More pain!" "Perfect!" said Vivian. "But instead of smashing his balls again, let's try this. See his little piss hole right there on top? Now take your thumb and index finger, and put them on either side of the piss hole, and gently squeeze." The youngster did as she was instructed, and Kyle moaned again to feel his sister's touch. Kim watched, fascinated, as the tiny opening on the top of Kyle's penis opened wide under the pressure of her fingers. "I found this in the pantry," Vivian said, and pulled out a bottle of Tabasco sauce. "Now hold him very still, and don't let him jerk," Vivian said, and she quickly took the top off the Tabasco and upended it over Kyle's open hole. One, two, three drops dripped out of the bottle's tiny spout, landing directly into the hole. The fiery sauce slid straight down his urethra, and Kyle screamed louder than he had screamed in all the ball-busting that had preceded it. It felt as if someone had filled his dick with kerosene and lit it on fire, and the pain nearly drove him out of his mind. "The good news, Kyle, is that when you piss that will all come right out," Vivian smirked, although Kyle couldn't hear he was screaming so loudly and jerking in his restraints. "The bad news is we're not gonna let you piss for a while, perv-boy. Time to move on to another game, Kim." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+