Living in Chastity with My Ballbusting Sister - Chapter 2 (The Mall)

 

Chapter 2

“Already?” Justin begged as their mom took the car keys off the hook. “The mall isn’t even open yet.”

“Oh, honey. Yes, already. It will be open when we get there. We might as well get you in chastity early so you can adjust to it all day today. I think it would be best if you had as much as time in chastity as possible before school on Monday. You’ll have two whole days to get used to it. I hear the transition can be a little tough on guys.”

Justin pouted while Katie happily put her shoes on. They drove to the mall and Justin sulked while Katie skipped towards the front door.

“We’re gonna get me a new bra today, too, right mom? Justin gets to buy something, so I should too!”

“Yes, honey. We will get you a new bra. I think you’re right. You must have gone up a size,” she pondered, looking over her daughter’s round breasts jutting out, firm and noticeable, just above her thin stomach. Her eyes landed on the skin pushing out of a cramped bra.

Katie looked down as well and adjusted her bra and tank top, blushing at her mom’s judging eyes. Justin swallowed hard as her cleavage squeezed and shifted around and sent his balls aching with need. He could see other men craning their necks in the parking lot just to get a look.

“They are squishing out of my bra a little, I guess,” Katie added, tugging her tank top down so that they could all see her boobs overflowing the cups.

“We will get you measured, then,” their mom said.

“We should get Justin’s chastity thing first, so he doesn’t have a boner problem while I get measured like last time. That was so embarrassing!”

“Good point, honey. We do not want to go through that again,” she said with a glare at Justin. Justin hung his head as they entered the automatic doors of the mall. Their mom paused at the mall map at the front to find the location of the adult erotic store.

 Justin always wanted to go into the Sensuous Expressions store at the far end of the mall, often pretending to walk by to just get a glimpse of the half-naked women on the product wrappings. At the right angle, he could even see the bare breasts pictured on the outfits hanging on the pegboard wall through the gap in the large advertisements over the glass. He and his friends never had the courage to walk in.

Now, he wasn’t entering the way he ever imagined he would. He had seen chastity devices in her mom’s lifestyle magazines or during sex ed in class, but never in person. Under the glass at the counter, some of them looked undeniably cruel in their harsh metal curves, and others looked medical with their clear plastic. Some even looked fun and stylish in interesting colored silicon. Yet, all of them looked small and cramped and restrictive. He was still coming to terms with the idea that he might really have to wear one for several days. Would his mom really keep him in chastity long-term like the other boys had to at school?

The clerk was a middle-aged woman with dark hair and tattoos. She wore a roomy black shirt with the store’s logo written in red cursive. A purple and green lava lamp oozed next to her on an upper shelf next to a glow-in-the-dark alien head toy.

“We’re looking for chastity devices,” their mom said after a deep breath.

The clerk looked at Justin with a sympathetic smile, considering him for a moment. “I can help you with that.” She paused with pressed lips, seeing Justin look down and away. “Looks like it’s our first time in chastity, huh?”

“Yes,” Justin’s mom answered for him, and rubbed him on the back. “We’re just looking for a little help with self control.”

“Mom…” Justin whined.

“Chastity can really help with impulse control issues,” the clerk reassured with a wide smile. “Have you used chastity before, maybe with your husband? Does he have any brothers? Do you know much about it?”

“No, this is the first for both of us. We are having issues with impulse control, aren’t we, Justin?” Their mom said with a sympathetic touch on the arm. Justin cringed at how his personal life was put on the table for everyone to see. He felt Katie holding back laughter behind him.

“No problem. I’m happy to help you pick the right one. There are a lot of different styles and models, but the main thing to know is that we have metal, plastic, and silicon. Basically, the metal is the most secure, but least comfortable, the silicon is comfortable but not as secure, and the plastic is somewhere in the middle.”

”Ohhh, definitely the metal one,” Katie chimed in, with an intense stare at the metal contraptions behind the glass counter. She pressed her palms against the glass and leaned in as far as she could to see them.

“Mom!” Justin whined.

“What’s best for a first-timer?” She asked diplomatically.

“Hm, we recommend starting out with silicon to ease the adjustment period. It’s very flexible and light, so it will feel very natural right away.”

“But, it’s not very secure,” Katie added, looking to her mom as though she was seriously weighing the pros and cons.

The clerk smiled at the girl. “The plastic is a little more comfortable because it’s not as heavy as metal, but it’s rigid and will be a little uncomfortable to start wearing, but he will get used to it. All guys do eventually.”

“Can he get out of it?” His mom asked.

“It’s only plastic, so with some power tools, perhaps. He wouldn’t be able to get out of it without destroying it, however. You’d know right away if he was trying to get into it.”

“And the metal one?” Katie butted in. “He’d be totally trapped in there, right?”

“We don’t really recommend that for first-timers, or boys that don’t have any behavioral issues like not getting their chores done. That kind of thing.”

“He didn’t do the dishes last weekend!” Katie blurted out.

“Katie, please,” their mom said. “Maybe down the road. For now, I think we do need to start with silicon. Right, Justin?” She smiled kindly at him.

Justin pouted but slowly nodded. He didn’t want to wear any of these! If he didn’t agree, Katie might end up convincing their mom to get one of the scary-looking ones. He would have to accept the silicon chastity cage.

The clerk smiled, but then looked serious. “There is one thing. Has he been measured yet?”

“Oh, no, not yet. We figured…”

“We’re happy to do the measurements here. We find boys that self-measure are usually off by a few inches,” she said with a laugh. Their mom chuckled knowingly as well. “The only thing is that our vendor only sends silicon in the Normal and Big sizes, due to demand. We carry smaller sizes in plastic and metal.”

“Oh, I see.” Their mom said. “We’d better go with plastic then.”

Katie laughed and Justin fumed. “Mom!” Justin whined. He was glowing red with embarrassment.

“Honey…” their mom said, uncomfortable with the topic. “Be realistic here…”

“I want to try the normal one,” Justin insisted.

“You’re way too small for that,” Katie interjected crudely. Their mom shot her a warning look. “What? It’s true!”

“Katie, please! Don’t make fun of your brother’s small penis.” She turned to the clerk, who was trying not to react. “What smaller sizes do you have in plastic?” Their mom asked.

“We have small, extra small, and tiny.” She reached under the glass and brought out three chastity cages, each the same clear plastic, one smaller than the last. The tiny one looked almost pointless given how small the nub was at the end.

Their mom picked up the small cage, then the extra small and looked it over, then to her son, then to the clerk. “Let’s go with the extra small,” their mom said confidently. Katie snickered.

“Mom…” Justin whimpered, but the tone of his voice defeated him before his mom even needed to respond..

The clerk leaned in. “Oh, honey, don’t worry, needing the extra small size isn’t that uncommon. Having a small penis can be difficult, but really, it’s okay. Lots of men have small penises.”

“Isn’t that the truth?” their mom sighed.

“It’s just how you were born,” the clerk reassured. “You didn’t choose to be below average. Sure, most men will be bigger than you, but you shouldn’t get down about it,” she said comfortingly.

Katie came over to pat his back. “Sorry you have an extra small penis, Justin,” she performed for the women, looking at them like she was one of them.

“Justin, say thank you,” their mom said.

“Yeah, uh, thanks,” he finally said. 

“Why don’t we get you measured?” the clerk announced, trying to break the tension. “Come with me and we’ll get this whole size issue figured out.” She led him to a corner of the store. “I’m sure it’s not as small as your mom and sister think.” A small closet was there, hidden only by a curtain that didn’t touch the floor. Justin sat awkwardly on a stool and the clerk came in, shutting the curtain most of the way. He could see his mom and Katie’s legs under the curtain on the other side.

“Let’s get your pants off and we’ll measure this little guy,” the Clerk said, tugging his pants down for him. She seemed to make her best poker face when his cock came out, which just made him feel worse that she was doing her best not to react at all. “Let’s find out how big you are when you’re soft.”

He expected a ruler, like his mom used for measuring clothes, but it was a clear tube with markings on it for size. He blushed at the idea that measuring his penis was such a formal activity that there was a tool just for it. How many other guys had to sit where he was, waiting to understand what size they really were?

She slid it over his cock, and the touch of a woman already made him stir. He started growing as she turned back to get a pencil and paper, and as she returned, she smiled sympathetically. “Aww, a little excited, are we? Here, I’ll help it go down. Relax,” she said, and more quickly than he could react, she had his balls in her hand and was squeezing them together.

“Justin!” His mom said. “Are you really getting aroused in there? We don’t have all day.”

“Sorry! Ahh!” He yelped as he felt her fingers dig into his nuts. After squirming and suffering at her tight hand, he finally reduced in size.

“Here we go,” she said. “Two and a half inches.”

“Haha, wow,” Katie remarked. “Seriously?”

“Hush, Katie,” their mom scolded. “Don’t make him feel embarrassed about his small size.”

“Sorry mom, I know boys get really sensitive when they have a small penis.”

“That’s right, honey.”

The clerk whispered, “Ignore them. Now, let’s get your favorite measurement,” she said with a grin and started stroking him. “Take your time. If you need…oh…wow that was fast,” she said as she felt him harden in her hand. “Must be pretty excited today, huh?” She reached down to cup his balls and weigh them. “Oh, yes, I can tell it’s been awhile, huh? You guys are already practicing a little withholding, I can tell.”

Justin nodded, shutting his eyes with need as he grew in her hand. His balls ached and all he could imagine was this woman bringing him to orgasm. As embarrassing as that would be, he wanted so badly to release his pent-up cum. It didn’t matter where it was.

“Justin, hurry up in there. We still have to get your sister a new bra. Gosh, Katie, you are just overflowing out of these things. Here, let me stuff you back in.”

“Mom, I can do it,” Katie argued.

Justin stiffened as he heard that, and the clerk gave him a knowing smile, thankful, but silent for the their inadvertent encouragement. “Okay, we are just waiting for him to get to full size!”

“I…” Justin started. “I…am…”

“Oh, is that as big as it gets?” She asked.

Katie burst out laughing.

“Katie! Hush!” their mom scolded.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…I mean…” Katie tried to say through suppressed giggles.

“Katie,” their mom glared at her.

“Sorry!” Katie said and moved her fingers across her lips like she was zipping them shut.

“Yeah…” Justin said pathetically. “I’m at full size,” he confirmed.

“Oh, oh, okay! Sorry it seemed smaller than I thought it would be. A lot of boys are…well…sorry let’s get the measurement. Okay…three and a…well no, let’s call it four inches.”

“Seriously?” Katie blurted out. She cracked up and laughed so hard the whole store could hear.

“Katie…” their mom said, but even she was stunned by the tone of her voice.

“Sorry mom, but, really? Four…like…four inches?”

“Honey, stop,” their mom got it together and said. “Please just…be quiet while he gets measured. Four inches isn’t…so bad.” She stepped forward and leaned her head past the curtain to see. “Oh, oh my, yes that’s four inches all right,” she remarked sullenly, seeing the measuring device around his cock.

Katie stuffed her head in as well and grinned evilly. “Oh, is it? It looks like maybe three and a quarter?”

“Honey…” her mom warned. “I’m sure it’s not totally exact, what with different shapes and all.”

“I just want to make sure it fits right. We wouldn’t want it to be too roomy and him getting boners,” she said with cheerful inflection.

“We’ll put down four,” the clerk remarked with a wink to Justin. He felt even worse at how the clerk and his mom felt the need to write down the wrong number just to make him feel better. He could always brush off Katie’s remarks about his size as sibling rivalry, but two experienced women were impossible to ignore.

“And yes, unfortunately, that means you will need an Extra Small size,” she said as though delivering the news that he had some terminal illness. She started undoing the packaging from a chastity cage and produced a collection of small plastic parts. Deftly, she assembled them and he had already gone soft from the pit in his stomach from realizing not only how small he was, but what these women thought about it, too. 

“Let’s get this on,” the clerk said. His mom stepped in, now fully into the little closet. She was so close, her body pushed into him. Justin spread his legs and felt so exposed and vulnerable as the clerk moved the device closer. A plastic ring went on first and fit under his aching balls. She wasn’t gentle with him and he winced and squirmed as she tugged them downwards to slide the ring behind them. 

Next, she took a small-looking plastic tube and pushed it forward. Next to them was a small bottle of lube with a push-top. She got a small amount in her hand and then she smeared it on his cock. Though it felt good and he was worried he might get erect again in front of everyone, she was too fast with the tube afterwards to let him get any bigger.

“That will make sure it slides on easily,” she said sweetly. “Okay, on it goes,” the clerk announced.

“No more jerking off!” Katie chimed in.

“Katie! Be quiet, please,” her mother scolded, but fixed her eyes downwards as Justin’s penis slid into the tube. The clerk pushed it down all the way and interlocked the plastic spacers into the holes until it clicked shut. “So, he won’t be able to masturbate in this?” she asked, needing confirmation.

“Not anymore,” the clerk said, tapping her fingernails against the plastic. “How does that feel?” she directed to Justin.

“Um, it’s too small, I think.”

“Does it feel kind of tight?”

“Yeah!” Justin said, relieved that he was actually bigger than the Extra Small size. He knew it!

“Good, it’s supposed to feel snug,” the clerk replied confidently. “You shouldn’t have any room to grow in there. Looks like the tip is just about at the right place.”

“Mom!” Justin whined. “It feels too tight.”

“It’s supposed to fit you like that, honey. You’re not supposed to be able to get any bigger than that.” She put a hand in his hair. “I know it will feel a little uncomfortable, but you’ll get used to it. I think it fits you perfectly, actually.”

“Yeah, Justin, the extra small size fits you perfectly,” Katie said with a smug grin.

“But…” 

“And here’s the lock and the two keys,” the clerk explained, handing them to their mom. “Don’t worry, the lock isn’t plastic,” she emphasized. “He won’t be able to get out of this.”

Justin’s mom leaned in to apply the lock and Justin grabbed the cage.

“Wait, mom! I thought we were just trying it on!”

“Justin, we need to see if the lock and key work. We don’t want to get home and realize we need to return it. Come on, move your hands away.”

“Mom!” Justin begged, flushed red as he realized what was about to happen. Any thought of being able to jerk off one last time when he got home was suddenly dashed as he saw the brass lock approach. He knew, in his heart, once his mom locked it, that it was not coming off.

“Click it shut, mom!” Katie said, nearly foaming at the mouth.

“Katie, please,” their mom said. “Can you go wait somewhere else? This is a sensitive moment for your brother. Justin, move your hands. I mean it.”

Her voice alone made him shift his hands to the sides of the stool he was on, and he pushed his legs away. 

“Wait, wait, mom. You’re gonna unlock me again after we try it, right?” His mom leaned in and slowly slid the lock into the plastic hole.

“Honey…” his mom said, unwilling to say it outloud, but her tone brought a shiver to his spine. Her dismissive look made him realize this might really be it! “Please, just cooperate.”

Katie quickly nudged her head in between the curtain and the door frame and smiled cruelly. She was more happy than even on her birthday. Justin wished he hadn’t looked up because she caught his eye and started jerking off the air while she shook her head quietly. She mouthed the words “No jerking off” and “No more” over and over while she struggled to remain quiet.

“Honey, it’s going to be okay,” his mom said softly.

“Mom! No! Don’t!” Justin pleaded.

His mom pressed her thumb down and the lock loudly snapped and clicked shut. “There we go. All locked up. See, Justin, that wasn’t as bad as you thought. My, this really is secure,” she remarked as she tugged on the cage itself, pulling it away from his body only to find that it would barely budge.

“Ow! Stop it. That hurts!”

“Just making sure it’s on tightly. Yes, I don’t think he is getting out of that.”

“It’s very well designed,” the clerk added. “Shall we go check out?”

“Wait…but!” Justin pleaded, legs spread, all three women staring at his cock locked in a chastity cage.

“Justin, sweetie. Why put it off any longer? You knew we were going to lock up your penis today.”

“Yeah, and not like you were gonna jerk off, anyway,” Katie said with a cheerful grin. “So, no big deal, right brother?”

Justin, capitulating, put his pants back on now that the curtain was drawn. His sister stood in the doorway, watching his every move. Her self-satisfaction gripped him and twisted his insides. He was so upset with her, with his mom, but there was nothing he could do.

He waited next to his mom at the register, ready to swipe her credit card. The clerk was drawing it out by talking about how often to clean it, where to get a replacement lock, and Katie seemed to be bouncing off the walls with energy. She pranced around the floor, looking at the sex toys and sorority party gag gifts.

“Now, does he have a girlfriend?” the clerk asked, and produced a crude, long, and thick dildo on the counter.

“Oh, my, no,” the mother said, blushing herself as the thing wagged around as the clerk held it. “You can, um, put that thing away.”

Justin looked on, stunned, at the flesh-colored cock wobbling obscenely in front of him. It felt so strange to see one in person. He had only seen glimpses walking past this store and trying to peer into the windows.

“I would have recommended one of these.”

“Because of the cage?”

“Oh, yes, well, that, sure. I was thinking about his size. He could use every advantage he could get in that department to maintain a positive relationship with a girl.”

Justin looked on, humiliated, as the huge fake cock taunted him with its enormity. Was that really the size women expected? It looked like it was easily more than 6 or 7 inches.

“I think we’ll be fine.”

“Wait!” Katie said, sliding in. “I mean, how much is it?”

“Katie…” Their mom glowed red at her daughter approaching the thick dildo.

“Mom…aren’t you always saying you didn’t want to raise me like you were?”

Their mom sighed and thought about it. 

The clerk offered, “It can be very empowering. Plus, better this than the real thing.”

Their mom was blushing even harder now.

“You always say you want me to feel empowered, mom,” Katie insisted. “Justin got to buy something here!”

Mom sighed and silently handed over the credit card, while Katie eagerly took a new, unopened box which sure enough said “8in Realistic Dildo” on the front. She placed her finger on the label and leaned into her brother to show him the size number. “Oh, so, twice your size. Huh!” and cackled as Justin just avoided eye contact.

“Where are you going to put the keys, mom?” Katie asked, hurrying to catch up ahead with her mom and brother, walking out of the store.

“Oh, I don’t know. In a drawer, somewhere. Katie, please put that thing in my purse. It’s obscene.”

“Amanda’s mom wore the key around her neck so he couldn’t get to it. I guess he was pretty sneaky and desperate before that. He would steal it from the drawer where she hid it and then he would jack off! Maybe you should hide it, too.” Katie took the dildo and tried to stuff it in their mom’s purse, but it was too long to fit, and still stuck out the top at an angle.

“Wait, no! Don’t let anyone know I’m wearing this!” Justin begged. “I don’t want anyone to see it around your neck.”

“Hmmm, there’s nothing wrong with wearing one, Justin. You should be proud that you’re finally proving that you aren’t one of those boys, you know? People will respect it.”

“Yeah!” Katie added. “I would love it if I dated a guy in chastity who was saving himself for me and wasn’t pumping out gross cum all the time.”

“None of the cool guys wear one, though,” Justin argued.

“Honey, if they aren’t willing to wear chastity, then they’re not cool after all,” his mother informed him, while his sister rolled her eyes behind her.

Justin pouted and kept following along as they meandered through the mall to the bra store where Katie ran up ahead. 

“And besides,” his mom added. “Things are already improving. You can enter the bra store and you won’t get an embarrassing erection like last time, huh? You can look at the product tags all you want without worry.”

Justin shut his eyes in humiliation. All he could think about was how tight and uncomfortable wearing this was, and if he would ever get out of it again. As he stepped in, the days without orgasm got to him immediately as he saw the pictures of women in only their underwear. Even the larger bra cups foretold of equally busty women wearing them someday. The other women in the store, he knew, would be topless, breasts exposed, just a few steps away in the changing rooms. His eyes landed on his sister, who held up two bras a few rows down, and his mind immediately recalled the few times he had seen her bare breasts through her open door or her walking around the house, as she sometimes did, in just panties or shorts and a bra.

“Ugh…” he whimpered.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” his mom asked.

“It’s the cage. It’s too tight.”

“Awww,” his mother looked on with partial sympathy, but then it turned to annoyance as she looked at the full-wall poster of a pair of perfect breasts pushed together in a lacy bra. “It’s going to feel that way when you get an…well you know.” She bit her lip. “When you’re in an environment like this,” she added, tugging a bra from the shelf to admire the plentiful cleavage presented to every customer. “If you stare at things like this, it’s going to get worse. It’s going to hurt down there!” She smiled, though, relieved. “I’m so glad you’re not getting an erection right now, honey. To think how inappropriate that would be around your mom and sister.”

Justin followed along, trying not to be too obvious, but wherever he looked, he could see breasts. Breasts in lingerie, breasts in bras, breasts covered by a hand. Even the pajamas, wrapped tightly around an impossibly proportioned mannequin, seemed to stir him in his state. His balls felt heavy and full and were getting worse the longer he stayed. Panic struck him as he suddenly realized there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even sneak one in the bathroom if he was really desperate. He was trapped! He really couldn’t masturbate!

“What do you think?” Katie asked, startling him from his fixation on the poster ahead. He turned and gawked at the sight of a massive line of his sister’s cleavage stuffed into a white tank top.

“It’s uh…I…” Justin groaned, his cage hurting his cock as he tried to grow within it. His sister’s breasts had never looked better.

“It’s a pushup bra,” Katie explained, leaning forward, giving him a longer glance. “Do you like it?” she asked plainly, but grinned seeing him drooling over her.

“It’s nice.”

“It’s so hard to tell if you like it,” she said, and reached forward. Dumbfounded, he didn’t even notice her hand until it cupped his cage. “You know, trapped in here. This thing must be doing its job otherwise you’d be getting your pants all sticky over this.” She reached down to give his balls a pinch for good measure. Justin jumped at the sudden sharp pain shooting through his body.

“Katie, I don’t know,” their mom said, arriving from around the corner, her eyes darting judgmentally to the wide valley of her daughter’s cleavage. “It’s kind of a lot.” She looked over to Justin, who was leaning over to continue staring. The overbearing cleavage had turned his brain into mush. She worried how the other boys at school might react to seeing Katie’s dreamy cleavage.

“It’s fun! It’s sexy. I don’t need to wear a nun’s outfit like you did to school, mom. Like you always say. I shouldn’t let society and boys dictate what I wear.”

Their mom swallowed, then noticed Justin’s gawking look. “Katie, look what it’s doing to your brother. We can’t have that happening at school.”

“That’s not fair! Justin has blueballs! Of course he’s going to stare. He was just about to jerk off to that poster over there. Sorry Justin! No more cumming in bra stores!” she leaned to flick his forehead. “Eyes up here, loser.”

“I wasn’t…” he trailed off, but knew the upcoming lie wouldn’t work. All he could think about was breasts. He had to see his sister’s huge boobs bouncing and wobbling and stuffed into pajamas every day at home, and now they were perfectly appointed into this sexy pushup bra. Of course he was looking!

“Any guy like him is going to be in chastity anyway,” Katie added. “And they won’t be able to do anything about it,” she said proudly, pointing her chest at her brother. “Never…again…” she said with finality, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Okay, fine,” her mom gave in, happy to cut the tension between them if all it meant was to buy the bra. “I’ll get it for you. Just…you know, be careful with it. You are very…beautiful, Katie,” she said, but glanced at her lengthy cleavage. “Make sure you’re picking someone that deserves you.”

“Yay!” Katie clapped, her boobs bouncing up and down as she hopped on her heels. Both Justin and his mom exchanged a rare, supportive glance at how obscene his sister could be when she wasn’t even trying.

Justin followed her to the changing room area and bashfully had to look away from another woman when she caught him staring at her ample breasts as she left the changing room in just a bra. He wanted to get hard again so much. The tight plastic cage hurt his cock as it continually tried its best to grow, but pushed against the plastic tube instead.

Katie opened the changing door suddenly, covering her bare breasts with one arm, as she dangled the pink pushup bra in the air.

“Mind taking this for me, brother?” she teased, swishing the bra back and forth. “Careful, don’t use it to…oh that’s right, you can’t do that any more! I guess it’s safe to give you these now,” she smirked.

“Uh, I…yeah…” he said dumbly as he was trying to make out the shape of her bare breasts, picturing what they look like. He had only seen them a handful of times, and he yearned to catch a glimpse of her perky nipples again. How many times had he lay in bed at night picturing her bare tits coming out of the shower or changing with the door open, unloading his balls to the thoughts of her?

“Hello, anybody in there? Take this bra,” Katie urged. Justin blinked and took it in his hand, overwhelmed by the warm feeling in the cups and held it awkwardly as Katie looked at him. “Are you going to be okay? Boys are so dumb. If we weren’t in a public place, I would knee you in the balls right now for the gross thoughts you’re having.”

“S...sorry,” Justin muttered and turned around, bashfully realizing he was holding a sexy pink bra in his hands like some pervert. The women gave him strange looks as they passed by. 

He hurried to the counter with his mom as she handed over her credit card again. It was ridiculous, but he had a feeling the cashier knew he was in chastity. He felt like it must have been so obvious. The strange-looking bulge, and the way he was sweating and horny and wincing at his painful erections all made it feel so obvious.

“Thanks, mom!” Katie said. “Or wait, thanks Justin. It was your allowance that paid for this, right?” she teased. “You know, ‘cause you pumped off your…”

“Katie!” Their mom cut her off. “Please, not in public.”

At the food court, Justin did what he could to focus on eating. Sitting made his cage feel extra awkward and bulky and he adjusted it every time it pinched or pushed on his balls the wrong way.

“Why are you doing that? You know it’s not coming off,” Katie frowned. “Stop touching it.”

“I’m not doing anything. It’s uncomfortable!”

“You’ll get used to it, sweetie,” their mom reassured. “Ugh, honey,” she added. “Stop staring at those girls over there,” she said, nodding to the girls from school in tight, short jean skirts and long socks. One of them was bending over, and every once and awhile, he could see her red panties.

“Sorry. This is hard!”

“I bet…” Katie rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know if I can do this, mom. I can’t wear this thing. It’s tight and it hurts.”

“Uh, yeah cause you’re getting a boner over some girls minding their own business,” Katie said snidely. “He’s objectifying them, mom.”

“Justin. We’ve talked about not objectifying women.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Katie said, musing as she ate her meal. “You know, because you can’t get hard. Problem solved!”

“I don’t want to wear it anymore!”

Their mom gave him a look of sympathy. “Justin, I know it’s going to be difficult for you. You have to wear it, okay?”

“But, it’s not like I’m going to…um…masturbate right here in the mall.”

Katie snickered.

“I know, honey,” his mom replied. “But your erections, remember? With those cute girls over there? We know you can’t control them around that kind of stimulation.” She eyed her sister’s cleavage, and while not as obscene as when she had the pushup bra on, still presented a tempting target for any guy his age, especially those passing by, who seemed to slow down and find any excuse to hang around overhead, glancing downwards.

“It hurts…” Justin whined with one last attempt.

“We can talk about a schedule,” she comforted. “You don’t need to wear it forever.”

“Mom!” Katie butted in. “He put it on like an hour ago and you want to talk about taking it off?”

“Katie, shut up!” Justin yelled.

Katie snapped her hand under the table at the obvious target, mashing her knuckles into his nuts. Justin had tried to keep his legs spread to make the chastity cage as comfortable as possible, and she couldn’t resist the perfect opportunity. Justin yelped and squeezed his body together under the table, his head resting on the surface.

Their mom sighed loudly. “Kids…stop…” she took a drink of her soda. “Listen, Justin, you won’t need to wear it forever, but we do need to talk about when you can take it off and when you need to leave it on.” She continued talking, even though Justin was clenching his eyes shut, his balls on fire after the harsh hit from his sister’s knuckles. “I have the keys, so you will stay locked in that thing until I decide you can come out. Got it?”

“Mfff,” Justin groaned in pain.

“Good. You will wear it for the rest of the day and we can talk about it tonight, okay?”

“Ugh mom, you can’t let him out tonight after…”

“Katie, enough,” their mom snapped. “You’ve done enough to his poor testicles today. I said we will talk about it, not that we would let you out,” she directed to Justin. “Can we please just have a nice meal as a family?”

“Of course, mom,” Katie said sweetly. “You know Justin, I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you today. I know being in chastity is going to be really, really hard for you. You won’t get any relief from really painful blueballs for days and days and days. It’s going to hurt so much and be so frustrating. All those cute girls at school and you have to come home and suffer with heavy, swollen balls,” Katie said, making a pouty face. She pushed her tits together with her arms like she was making a sympathetic gesture. The valley of cleavage made two guys run into each other across the food court. “I feel so bad for you.”

“That was very nice, Katie. Justin?”

“Thank you, Katie,” Justin droned, knowing what his mom wanted to hear. His eyes locked onto the tempting line of cleavage his sister was putting on for him. Even if he knew it was just to taunt him, he couldn’t look away. His brain forced him to stare and soak it all in. Her bra even peeked out of the neckline! He put his head back into his arms after Katie took her cleavage away. He couldn’t lift his head. His balls still throbbed with pain and it hurt to even imagine sitting up straight. 

When they got home, Justin shut the door to his room and collapsed on the bed. When he finally turned over, he undid his pants, needing another look at the contraption. He looked it over, finding his balls swollen and pushed out the sides. They were tender and painful, not only from blueballs, but from the painful swats from his sister. This was the first time he had seen the cage closely, without what felt like the world staring at it. He tugged at the lock, but found it solid and unmoving. The plastic was thick and robust. He was so close to his penis, but he couldn’t even feel his own hand against it!

He even tried rubbing the plastic shaft, running his hand over the tube quickly at first, then adjusting, then toying with his balls, anything to feel something. It was the barest of sensations, and all he did was work up his optimism, only to crush it when he got aroused, only to not have enough feeling to get close enough to an orgasm. “Ugh! Why!?” he shouted to the empty room.

He tried again, rubbing faster and working his hands over it. Only the barest stimulation, just enough to feel aroused and feel like he was getting closer, but no matter how much he worked towards it, he could barely get anywhere.

The panic set in as he realized the cage trapped him. Feeling as horny as he did, normally he would take the Saturday afternoon to sneak in a satisfying orgasm, and if not, he would try to do it at night. His sister and mom couldn’t watch him forever. Better yet, if they went shopping or out together, he could sneak his sister’s bra or a bra advertisement mailer, and really enjoy it.

He couldn’t do that now. He might never get to lean back, get the lotion out, take his time, and really enjoy it. Nor could he imagine or recall his sister naked, picturing her on her knees, telling him how she really wanted to get him off and then stroke him to the very end. 

He tucked his cock and cage back into his pants when he heard his sister approach. She had changed and now wore only pink panties and a crop top with a bra underneath. Her long, bare legs sent blood rushing downwards. 

“What do you want?” Justin asked.

“Just checking on you. Seeing if your balls are still blue, you know.” She leaned confidently against the door frame, arms folded.

“Yeah, of course they are. I’ve had blueballs all freaking day.”

“They never go away?” She asked earnestly.

He didn’t want to admit part of the reason they never went away was that his sister constantly teased him. Right now, the look of her long legs in panties plus the bare stomach and big, perky breasts sent his libido into overdrive. Katie’s constant bending over, her tight-fitting clothes, and her innocence about it all drove him to feel constantly aroused and needy. After days of not getting to jerk off, he couldn’t help but notice her. Every guy at school did, and they didn’t have to live with her.

“No…I’ve been blueballed since I woke up. I was really hard all night.”

“Awww, really? I can’t believe they stay sore all day. They’re painful all day long, huh? That sucks.” She sounded truly sympathetic. “I didn’t know guys had this problem. I thought it just…like, went away.”

“Well, yeah! They…they hurt, Katie. That’s what I’ve been trying to say. This isn’t funny. They’re going to hurt like this until I can jerk off!”

Katie made a pouty lip. “Awww, sounds ouchy. Boys are so weird. So glad I don’t have nuts like you losers.”

“You wouldn’t know! You masturbate, like, every day.”

“Sometimes twice,” Katie said with a proud smile. “Especially on weekends. Oh, that’s right! I can’t wait to try out that dildo!”

“It’s not fair you get to do it any time you want, but I have to sneak around. Now, I can’t do it at all!”

“Yeah, ever since Dad left, she’s been so hard on you. Sucks to suck.”

“I just want to cum. I need it. UGH.”

“Lemme see.”

“What? No way.”

“Come on! I barely got to see the cage before and I’m really curious. One peek? I’m your sister.”

“Okay…all right,” he said, as he tugged his pants down to reveal a small plastic chastity cage and a penis pushing on the sides. 

Katie knelt down and took it in her hands. She moved it left and right. “Wow, you are so cozy in there. Like, it’s really tight on you. You just…cannot get a boner at all! That is too funny. I mean, I never thought Mom would really go through with this. Like, doesn’t she realize boys can’t just not jerk off?”

“Apparently not.”

“Hm, you’re screwed now. No more jerking off, Justin.”

“Yeah, ‘cause of you!”

“Don’t look at me,” Katie said, toying with the cage still, on her knees and offering a glimpse down her shirt. “I’m not the one who shot a big wad all over her nice couch cushions.”

“But…that was just the one time…”

“Or got caught jerking off by her friend. Twice.”

“Well…yeah but…”

“And I’m not the one who used their sister’s bras to jizz into! Yuck, Justin. Those are expensive, too. I bet you’re hiding one under the mattress, still. You’re lucky mom hasn’t found one of the really gross ones. She will be so mad if she ever finds out how often you really jerk off.”

Justin hung his head. 

Katie sighed. “Listen, I’m sure once you go a week or whatever, she’ll go easy on you. You just have to show her you can have some self control. I’m sure that this is some weird parenting thing she read about in Motherhood Magazine or something. She’ll forget all about it soon.”

“You really think so? I can’t be like one of those guys at school. Those dorks who have to wear it every day all year and everyone knows about it.”

“Yeah! I actually do. I mean, trust me I’d love it if you had to wear this all the time. It would save me from a lot of laundry. But, there’s no way Mom is going to stick to this forever.”

“Okay…”

Katie patted his balls. “I honestly would give you a handjob on your little dick if I could right now. You seem so sad! I can’t believe it’s only been a few days and you’re, like, depressed. You seriously can’t go for a few days?”

“Really? I need one so bad right now. You really would?”

“When mom gets tired of this, I owe you one!” Katie giggled. She swatted his balls playfully, making Justin yelp. 

“Ow! Quit it!”

“It’s funny that your balls are still exposed to smack around. I bet they designed it that way on purpose,” she mused, slapping them again.

“Ah! Stop! That hurts!”

“Okay! Sorry. I forgot they were so sore and blueballed,” she said with a fake-pouty face. She got off the bed and turned to leave.

“Wait…”

“What?”

“Um, am I really…um…small?”

Katie giggled and then stopped herself. “Oh, Justin. Do you really want my opinion?”

“Yes! You’re a girl. You know…guys…Please just tell me! I have to know for real.”

Katie bit her lip.

“Katie! I’m not that small! I’m serious. I want your real opinion. I can’t ask anyone else.”

“Okay, fine. I’m not gonna lie. It’s smaller than most guys I’ve seen.” She burst out laughing.

“Katie! Stop making fun of me!”

“I wasn’t!” Katie said, still laughing.

“Mom!” Justin whined. As their mother entered the room, Justin exclaimed. “Katie keeps saying I have a small penis and I don’t!”

Their mother sighed. “Katie, don’t make fun of your brother’s small penis. Men are very, very sensitive about that issue.”

“Tell me about it,” Katie said, rolling her eyes. “I only said that most guys are bigger than him. It’s not my fault he has a small dick!”

“I don’t have a small dick! Mom! She keeps saying it!”

“Sweetie,” his mom said, coming closer. “Unfortunately, most men are quite a bit larger than you. I thought you might grow by now, but it’s as big as it’s gonna get.”

“See!” Katie taunted, sticking out her tongue. “Told ya.”

“But…but…” Justin said. “I thought that most guys were like, around my size…”

“Oh, honey,” his mom said, putting one knee on the side of the bed, and a hand on his thigh, glancing down at his chastity cage. “You know that dildo your sister bought today? That’s the size most women expect from a man. That’s how big a man should be.”

Justin gulped and fought back tears. That thing looked enormous compared to his. He couldn’t believe that something that huge was normal.

“So, all the guys at school?”

“Much bigger,” his sister chimed in.

“Most of them, yes,” their mother said, flustered at the idea of her daughter adding her perspective. “It’s something you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life. Being small down there. It’s how you were born, and you have to accept that you have a small penis. There are plenty of successful, happy men with small penises,” she nodded. “I would imagine.”

Justin sulked. “Won’t it…get bigger…”

“Honey, not anymore. I think it’s done growing,” she explained.

“See, mom? I was only trying to explain to him that he has a small penis. Then he got all pouty!”

“Katie, it’s because men are so concerned about their penises. It’s all they think about. Of course, he’s going to be very sensitive about being smaller than most men. He has to go to school every day and know all of his guy friends probably are better endowed than him. He’ll forever worry about getting dates and pleasing women. Please, go easy on him.”

“Okay, mom. I won’t tell him he has a really small penis that can’t please women anymore.”

“Thank you, Katie. Justin?”

“Thanks, Katie,” Justin let out reluctantly.

“No problem, Justin!” Katie said, and came over to hug her brother, pushing her cleavage into his face. “I would never want to make you feel depressed that you have a tiny penis, so I won’t mention how much bigger other guys are ever again.”

“Justin, see? Katie is being very nice. Will you please try to get along with her?”

At dinner, Justin was unusually quiet, picking at his food and dreading his first night in chastity. Would it hurt all night? How was he supposed to sleep without jerking off? His balls were so sore and needy, he couldn’t imagine not getting to cum in this state.

“Mom…do I really need to wear the chastity thing at night?” Justin pleaded.

“Wow, it’s not even been one day,” Katie marveled. “And you’re already begging. That’s kind of pathetic.”

Their mom took a moment to chew her food, then said, “Honey, yes, you do need to wear it at night. I know it will be uncomfortable. The article in last month’s issue said that it’s most painful at night because young men get erections when they sleep, especially if they haven’t been…um…satisfied, in some time.”

“Ew, mom,” Katie added with an eye roll.

“I’m just trying to explain…” their mom said.

“It’s so gross thinking of Justin 'satisfying himself.’” She stuck her tongue out.

“I know, honey.”

“It really hurts a lot,” Justin whined.

“Maybe you shouldn’t stare at my boobs all day,” Katie said, scolding him with her eyes. “Then maybe your dumb balls wouldn’t be so full of gunk right now.”

“Maybe you should actually wear a bra!” Justin shot back.

“Justin!” his mom said, “don’t shame your sister for what she wears. She can wear whatever she wants. She’s right. You should not be ogling your own sister, no matter what she wears.”

“I’m so glad you won’t get to jerk off to me tonight,” Katie said with a devilish smile. “It’s so gross when you pump a load out thinking about me.”

“I won’t! It’s going to hurt so much! I promise I won’t masturbate. Please just take it off. I can’t sleep with it on!”

“Sweetie…we’re going to leave it locked tonight,” his mom insisted. “We both know you don’t have that kind of self control. If I unlocked you right now…well, I don’t even want to think about how quickly that would happen.”

“It’s okay to say it, Justin,” Katie said. “You can admit that you were going to jerk off tonight.”

“But!” Justin whimpered.

Katie shook her head at him. “No cumming tonight Justin,” she said softly. “No…cumming.” She wagged her finger proudly.

“Mfff,” Justin pouted.

“She’s right,” their mom said, shaking her head. “No masturbating tonight. You’re just going to have to wait. We shouldn’t even need chastity to have this discussion, Justin. I guess that’s what it takes.”

“He needs chastity, mom,” Katie said, shaking her head, too.

“For how long? It’s already been almost a week. My balls really hurt!”

“Justin!” she raised her voice. Katie’s smile turned devilish and Justin sunk into his chair, knowing by her expression that he had screwed up.

“Less than a week?” His mom demanded. “When did you masturbate last, exactly?”

“Uh…I…” Justin stammered.

“Last Monday. Right into my blue bra. Wait, ew, Justin, was that right after I was playing DDR? You were watching me the whole time. Mom, do you think that means…?”

“What, no!” Justin pleaded. “I didn’t. I mean I did…uh, you know, I mean I…”

“Jerked off into my bra after watching me play DDR,” Katie filled in.

“Yes, I mean, no. I…I mean yeah, I used…but I didn’t look at you while you were…”

“Justin!” their mom cut him off. “How could you? I was cleaning the upstairs and you decided that was the perfect time? When both me and your sister were home?”

“I thought you were cheering me on when I was dancing, but you were really perving on me?” Katie said, holding back her smile as she did her best to look offended. “The next time you stroke off it’s going to be thinking of me dancing, isn’t it?” Katie dug in.

“You’re certainly not masturbating tonight,” their mom insisted.

“When!?” Justin pressed

“We can discuss it tomorrow,” their mom said stolidly. 

“How long!?” Justin demanded. “I can’t be in here forever.”

“I don’t know,” Katie said, “It is locked. There’s not much you can do but accept it.”

“It won’t be forever,” their mom said, trying to reassure him. “This is just the first day. Or, how long has it been, Justin?”

“...Five days…” Justin said, sinking his head into his arms on the table.

“Ew, you’ve been counting,” Katie giggled. “That’s so gross, mom.”

“Five days,” their mom said, quieting Katie with her eyes. “I know you’re getting used to it. It will be some time, though. I don’t like the idea of you…masturbating in this house.”

“Mom!” Justin raised his voice. “This is ridiculous. None of the other guys I know have to wear one of these.”

“They don’t jack off to their sisters, do they?” Katie folded her arms across her chest, pushing her tits up and together to challenge his eye contact.

“Justin,” his mom replied, exasperated already. “It’s not up to you. I have the key, and you will wear that thing until I’m ready to unlock you.”

“That’s not fair! I can’t do this! I didn’t do anything wrong! I shouldn’t have to wear this.” Justin was red in the face, almost to tears. 

“But you are,” Katie said. “It’s locked, Justin, and it’s not coming off.” She locked her eyes with his as she rested her head on her palm.

“Justin, you’re making it sound like some kind of punishment. It’s to make sure you don’t do what you’re already not supposed to do. It shouldn’t be a big deal, because you’re not supposed to be masturbating anyway, not with me and your sister around.”

“I can’t go that long…” Justin muttered.

“How long do you usually go?” their mom asked, cornering Justin.

“Well…uh…”

“Yeah Justin, how often do you jerk off?” Katie grinned.

“Not that much…I mean not…like…a lot,” Justin feigned.

“Then two weeks shouldn’t be a problem,” his mom finally said.

Katie’s eyes went wide, and so did Justin’s. They both shouted “What!?” at the same time.

Their mom looked puzzled at their sudden reaction. “It’s what the article recommended. Yes, it’s at the higher end, but it’s not a full month,” she said defensively.

“Mom…” Katie was the first to say. “Wow, I’m really impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you. Jeez, two weeks. Wow,” she said, bewildered, letting it sink in. “Two full weeks…” she looked at Justin and let out a burst of laughter. “You are going to be soooo blueballed. Wow!”

Justin scrambled, unsure what to say. He couldn’t comprehend it at first. It didn’t make sense. Two weeks was impossible. It couldn’t happen. “Mom, no, no, no. That’s not…there’s no way. Please mom, you can’t be serious.”

“Honey, I am serious. I don’t see the issue. I mean how often did you masturbate before? Once a week?” she asked naively.

Katie snorted. “Seriously, mom? Once a week?”

Their mom shrugged, unaware.

“Wait, you really believe that?” Katie said, bewildered. “He jacks off like, almost every day.”

“I do not…” Justin whimpered.

“Then how often do you pump your load into your sheets?” Katie asked, jerking off the air, taunting him. “Come on, tell mom how often you really jerk off. Go ahead and say it.”

Justin swallowed hard, shaking his head. He knew if he told the truth, that his habit was nearly daily, sometimes more than that, especially on weekends, his mom would lose her mind, and it might make all of this even worse.

His mom read between the lines and folded her arms. She huffed. “Well, that’s simply disgusting, Justin. More than once a week? Were you lying to me? Even more reason to do chastity.”

“It’s all the time, mom,” Katie emphasized.

“There is no reason you need to come out of there more often than two weeks, young man,” their mom said. “If I really did it for how long you should go, I would make it be a month.”

“Maybe you should,” Katie said, nodding thoughtfully. “I bet it would be good for him.”

“Katie! Stop!” Justin shouted.

“We’re doing two weeks,” their mom said, sighing. “That’s final.”

Justin sulked and put his head in his hands. 

After dinner, and closer to bed time, Katie stopped by Justin’s room, wearing panties and a yellow, thin t-shirt that used to fit her years ago, but now it was so tight that he could see her nipples and the shape of her breasts through it without a bra to help cover them.

“Leave me alone, Katie,” Justin said, sitting in bed, playing a handheld game. The sounds of the video game beeped in the otherwise quiet room and the glow of it was the only illumination.

“Sorry, I just…two weeks…I had to stop by and see how you’re doing.”

“Katie, stop it. Don’t rub it in.”

Katie pouted a little. “I actually feel bad for you. Like, seriously. I never thought mom would make you go that long. Like, can you literally do that or are your nuts going to explode?”

“Ugh, stop! I don’t want to think about it.”

“I was thinking, maybe like every 5 days? I think that’s how long Amanda’s brother goes. Maybe every 3? Like, haha, boys like you need to jerk off like all the time. I mean, even 3 days would be hard for you, right?” she giggled. “5 days would be like, bad blueballs. I mean you’re on day 5 now and you’ve been, like, staring at me all the time today. I seriously wanted to knee you in the balls when you were staring at my chest after dinner.”

“Sorry. I can’t help it. I’m so worked up. I thought mom was going to make me go like, a day or something.”

“Yeah, and I was thinking, okay, maybe a full week if she’s feeling like she has to be strict. But, two weeks?”

“She’s not really going to, right?” Justin begged. 

“I don’t know…I think you’re going to be very, very blueballed for a long, long time. Like, hard to walk, hard to think, blueballs. After that first week, you’re going to be a total wreck.”

“Katie, I really can’t do it. I’m serious. I don’t even know how I’m going to get through tonight.” He put his game down. “I mean it…”

Katie bit her lip. “Yeah? They really hurt?”

“Yeah…and it’s only day five.”

Katie breathed hard. “Yeah, sorry. I know mom can be kind of crazy sometimes. I mean, she’s kind of taken it out on you since dad left. Maybe she had a bad week at work? Obviously, now’s not the time to argue with her. Maybe in a few days she’ll come around on it. Remember when she grounded me for a week? Like two days in, she forgot all about it.”

“Yeah…yeah…” Justin said, trying to stay optimistic.

“Just…you know, do what she wants and have blueballs a few days, then talk to her, okay? The more you argue with her, the more she’s going to put her foot down. Like, she obviously wanted to make you go a month, so, I wouldn’t make her mad.”

“Okay…yeah…thanks, Katie.”

“Yeah, sorry Justin. I know this is tough. Um, hey, before I go, where’s your lube?”

“What?”

“Oh, come on. The lube you hide from mom. Not like you need it anymore.”

“What for?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Ew, Katie. Gross.”

Katie laughed. “Just cause you can’t dump your load doesn’t mean I have to hold back.”

“It’s in the top drawer,” Justin sighed.

“Thanks. I am so excited for that new dildo. That thing is really big. It’s like, what did I say before, how much bigger than you?”

“Shut up, Katie. Of course you need an oversized one!” he said, trying his best at a comeback.

“Sorry to break it to you,” Katie said, fishing the lube out of the dresser. “That’s how big most guys are. Or bigger. I mean, did you even see any smaller ones for sale at the store?”

“Uh…” Justin muttered, realizing she was right. Was that really the smallest size a woman would buy?

“So, how much bigger was it again?” Katie pondered aloud.

“Ugh…” Justin turned over in bed.

“Oh, right! It was twice as big! A full double size bigger. Isn’t that nuts how you’re not even half the size of the minimum of what women want? Well, goodnight, don’t let the blueballs bite,” she added, laughed, and left the room.

Justin clutched his pillow and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else besides his nuts clenching and throbbing with need. He reached down to touch the chastity cage, tugging on it as hard as he could, but only managing to hurt his balls as he pulled harshly on them. He squirmed and writhed in the bed, frustrated, feeling trapped, unable to cum.

As he stopped thrashing and settled down, defeated, he heard a moan from the other side of the wall. His sister let out a soft grunt and said “Ohhh, that feels soooo good. It’s sooo big.”

Justin, though he knew he shouldn’t listen, instead, put his ear against the wall, growing hard in the cage painfully at the sound of his sister’s moaning.

“Oh, it feels so big and thick. It’s the perfect size!” she moaned out, and then rhythmically panted and breathed, sending images of his naked sister, sliding the dildo in and out of herself, squeezing her own breasts, right into his brain. He held his own balls, heavy and throbbing. He even let out a small groan himself at the thought of her like this.

“It’s huge!” she moaned again. While turned on, the shame of his smaller size hit him as well, and a complicated vortex of emotions, being incredibly turned on, but also feeling inadequate and trapped, mixed in his mind. He would have done anything to stroke himself to her right now. He thought of her in her short and tight tank tops and panties that she often walked around the house wearing. 

He tugged at the chastity cage, stroking the plastic tube, desperate for any feeling at all. The more he did it, the more he felt like he could imagine some stimulation. His cock strained desperately at the plastic tube as he tugged and stroked and imagined his sister on the other side of the wall. 

“Oh, I need to cum so bad!” she moaned now, hurting Justin deeply as he knew she was doing this just to taunt him, but he kept listening, and kept desperately tugging at his cage. “This is going to feel so satisfying. A nice, big, thick, cock. It’s the perfect size. Ohhh it’s so good, I can’t wait to cum after waiting for this for so long!”

Justin felt shame and anger as he touched the shaft of the cage, giving whatever minimal stimulation it could provide, even imagined, and listening to his sister. She was obviously taunting him, and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop listening.

“Ohhh! I’m cumming, ohh, ohhh yes. Oh, it’s amazing. It feels so good!” She panted and moaned, and he could tell her orgasm was real from there on, making her shake and moan. That huge dildo really was driving her to an amazing orgasm, and he felt like he could never compete with that with his own cock.

“Oh, that was so satisfying. After needing it for so long, I finally came,” Katie moaned through the wall. “I can’t wait to do that again, any time I want.”

Justin flung himself back on the bed, having heard enough. His balls now felt like they were on fire. They were pulsing, full, and his cock physically hurt as it pushed against the sides of the plastic, not knowing why it couldn’t get any bigger.

He was like that for an hour. He was desperate, in pain, and his thoughts recycling the images of his sister, naked with her huge, firm tits, her long legs, pushing that huge dildo inside of her.

It was one of those nights where he never felt like he went to sleep, except that his mom woke him. “Hey honey, happy Sunday. Just wanted to check in on you.”

“Oh, hey mom,” he said, groggy. He winced as his morning wood strained against the plastic. His needy cock jolted him awake every time it strained at the cage throughout the night.

“How’s our little guy doing?” she asked, tugging at the sheets.

“Um, okay,” he replied, tugging down his underwear to show a cock smooshed against the plastic and two testicles that looked heavy and laden with cum. 

“Morning wood?” she asked sympathetically. She tapped her nails against the plastic.

Justin nodded, wincing.

“I’m sure that’s very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that will probably be most mornings for you, at your age,” she said, patting his leg. 

“It really hurts,” Justin said, gripping the sheets. “My balls are in a lot of pain.”

“Aww honey, blueballs already? You just woke up. Maybe you were just having some inappropriate dreams.”

“Maybe,” Justin said, embarrassed. 

“They look very swollen and full. Poor guy. Well, breakfast will be ready soon. Katie is already up.” She patted his leg. Justin sighed, put on some shorts and hobbled down the steps to breakfast. His balls were in a lot of pain. Unlike days before, where he thought they felt full and uncomfortable, now they had a dull ache, no doubt due to a night of horny frustration brought on by his sister.

He gulped as he saw her, wearing a shirt with three buttons in the front, all undone, and then more cleavage than he had ever seen on her. Realizing that it was the pushup bra from yesterday, his balls tensed with the need to cum. His eyes locked onto her chest for moment. . He would normally count himself lucky to see his sister in something like this, but right now it brought a quick and sharp pain to his balls.

“Morning Justin,” Katie said innocently. “Sleep okay? Blueballs keep you up?”

“No…” Justin lied, and Katie giggled, knowing the truth.

“I slept great, personally,” she said, leaning back in the chair like she was more than relaxed. 

“Good for you,” Justin said sarcastically, and as he sat, he found it impossible not to look down her shirt. Her breasts were so perfectly pushed together in that pushup bra, and he knew she left those buttons undone on purpose. It was hotter than any girl could get away with at school, because that much cleavage would get her sent to the Dean’s office immediately.

“So, mom, I was thinking about Justin’s chastity.”

“Mhm,” their mom said, as she placed their plates in front of them.

“What happens when you lose the key? He just never gets to cum again?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s why I keep it in my purse. I put both keys on some old necklaces. I thought that was a nice idea that Amanda’s mom had.”

“Sure, but, you know, what if?” Katie said. “Blueballs forever?” She smiled at Justin. “Hope mom keeps them safe.”

“Yeah…” Justin said, suddenly alarmed. He looked at Katie thankfully. This was his chance to get his mom to keep one of the keys around the house! If she did that, there would surely be a way to find it and empty his balls. His mind began reeling with ways to find it and sneak away with it.

 “Mom, there were two keys right? We should keep one around here for, like, emergencies. What if you’re gone and I need to get out of chastity?”

“I don’t know if that would really happen, honey,” their mom said skeptically. “We wouldn’t want you getting to the second key and masturbating, now would we?”

“No, but, for emergencies…” Justin begged. 

Their mom thought for a moment, “I suppose you both are right. We do have two keys for a reason. I guess if there were a fire, or some medical issue, then we’d want to make sure we could get access. I might not always be around.”

“A medical issue? like his balls explode from staring at my boobs,” Katie said, tugging at her shirt.

“Justin, please keep your eyes to yourself. Stop staring at your sister’s breasts.” She sighed. Her eyes looked exasperated by the challenge Katie’s new pushup bra posed to her brother in his state. “I just don’t know where I’d keep it. I know you both can be so crafty. It is impossible to keep your presents a surprise!”

“I wouldn’t…” Justin started, but knew he wouldn’t convince his mom. He could hardly play it straight. He knew if the key was somewhere, he would spend all of his time trying to find it and give himself a much-needed orgasm.

“I don’t know. I think I might have to keep both.” His mom shrugged. “At least until we can find a better place.”

“I could have it,” Katie said with a wide smile. “I would totally keep it safe.”

“That’s an idea,” his mom said.

“What!? No way! My sister can’t have my chastity key! Mom! That is so embarrassing.”

“It wouldn’t be having the key,” Katie explained. “It’s the backup key. Don’t worry, I would keep it really, really safe. I would never, ever, let you out,” she giggled. 

“Honey,” her mom said. “I don’t know. If you kept it in your room or were careless with it, your brother might be tempted to, well, you know…”

“Oh, I’d wear it around my neck, too!”

“She can’t!”

“Justin, Katie is a lot more mature than you. She can handle that kind of responsibility. You were just saying how important it is to have an emergency key.”

“Yeah Justin,” Katie added. “What about an emergency?” she taunted, giving him a sly look. “If your balls were going to explode from too much cum, and mom isn’t around, then you’d really want me to have it.”

“Great idea, Katie,” their mom said.

“But!” Justin whined.

Mom shook her head. “Justin, it’s only the backup key. This doesn’t mean your sister is in charge of your chastity, okay?”

Justin pouted, but knew he couldn’t say anything. He had to watch as his mom took the other key from her purse and handed it over to his sister. It dangled in the air as it was handed over. The look on Katie’s face stabbed him in the stomach. She was so self-congratulatory about how she had manipulated their mom into this situation. The way she held it in her hand, like it was a magic wand, gutted him.

“You know what’s great about this?” Katie beamed, suddenly realizing. “Now that he’s in chastity, I can invite Brittany over next weekend! You know, since Justin can’t jerk off to her boobs any more.”

Their mom nodded along. “Oh, Brittany, is she the one with…” she trailed off, but put her hands away from her chest the distance of two watermelons.

“Yes, exactly,” Katie said, nodding.

“Just like your father’s side of the family,” their mom said with scorn. “They’re all like that.”

“Oh, like Aunt Anne,” Katie added. “Justin always had trouble around her!”

Their mom laughed. “Yes, with those low-cut v-neck sweaters during the holidays! My! What is she thinking?” Their mom sighed and on a more somber note, added, “Of course, that was your father’s parting gift to you.” She glanced down at Katie’s jutting breasts. “You’ll have to deal with those like your Aunt Anne for the rest of your life.”

Katie snapped her mom away from thinking of the divorce. “Brittany is like, twice this,” she said, squeezing her own breasts. “Now that Justin is all locked up, she has nothing to worry about!”

“I wouldn’t…” Justin said, but stopped as both women knew whatever was going to come next wouldn’t be the truth.

“That’s a wonderful idea,” their mom said proudly. “I’m so happy for you, Katie. See Justin, isn’t that nice? Katie can have friends over without having to worry about you pleasuring yourself.”

“Yeah…” he muttered, knowing his mom would demand it regardless of how he felt.

“I’ll give her a call. Can I use the phone?” Katie asked, hurrying over to the cordless phone on the wall over the kitchen.

“Wait!” Justin said. “Don’t tell her about the chastity!”

“Then how will she know it’s safe to come over?”

“Mom!” Justin appealed. “She goes to our school. She’ll tell everyone.”

“This is really embarrassing for your brother, honey,” their mom said diplomatically. “I think Justin is right. Maybe you can tell her that Justin will stay in his room.”

Katie sighed. She dialed the number from memory and in a few moments said. “Oh, hi Mrs. Hoffman. Is Brit around? Yes, you can talk to my mom after. Yeah, I’m doing well…classes are fine. Uh-huh. Yeah. Is Brit there?”

Katie rolled her eyes and then smiled when she heard Brittany’s voice. She quickly invited her over for the next weekend. “Don’t worry. My brother won’t be an issue again. Yeah, I know, he was staring A LOT,” Katie said, turning to glare at Justin as she said this. “I know, it was so gross when he went to his room to jerk off after seeing you in your tank top,” she turned back around. Justin sunk into his chair as their mom narrowed her eyes at him.

“He’ll stay in his room the whole time! I promise. Mom is going to make him. Okay, great! I’ll see you then!” Katie hung up the phone and went to hug Justin, pushing her tits in his face. “Thank you so much for wearing chastity, Justin! I really appreciate that I can have friends over now and they don’t have to play a role in your inappropriate fantasies.”

Justin grumbled and felt his balls clench as Katie’s full pushup-bra supported cleavage pushed against his eyes. His cock stirred with thoughts of Brittany coming over. His cock strained at the cage, imagining those big tits bouncing around again. He remembered standing, dumfounded, as Brittany was on her knees, bent over, showing a ton of cleavage in her lowcut tank top, as she hung out with Katie. His sister had to shoo him away. Right after, he ran to his room to desperately jerk off to the sight of her friend’s amazing tits.

“Don’t tell her,” Justin begged. “No one can know.”

“Oh, come on. Everyone is going to find out eventually.”

“Don’t tell anyone!”

“Honey,” their mom interjected, looking at her daughter. “It’s really important to Justin that he keeps chastity to himself. It’s private, family information. Can you please make sure you don’t tell anyone at school.”

“Okay,” Katie said, rolling her eyes. “I promise I won’t tell anyone…”

“Good!” their mom said. “See, Justin.”

Justin eyes Katie skeptically, but knew there was nothing more to say.

Katie sauntered back to the table. “So, 6 days?” Katie said cheerfully, changing the subject. She held Justin from behind.

“Yeah…” Justin agreed.

“Wow, 6 whole days,” Katie said.

“What’s your point?”

“Just saying. 6 Days.”

“Katie,” Mom interjected. “Be nice to your brother. He has blueballs.”

“Sorry Justin. I totally forgot all about your sore, painful blueballs. 6 days must mean they’re all backed up and frustrated without any promise of relief! My bad!”

“Justin?”

“Thanks, Katie,” Justin said submissively. 

“Don’t worry, Justin, I’m sure the two weeks will pass in no time. That’s what, only eight more days, right?” she patted his arms. She turned and bent over, pushing her cleavage and the key, now dangling from her neck, into his face. “Think how much easier it is to be locked up. Now you don’t have any choice at all! It would be so much worse to be without chastity, right?”

Justin drooled over the curves of his sister’s breasts as she toyed with the key in front of them. The image was far better than any magazine he had ever seen.

“That’s a good point, honey,” their mom said. “That must be a load off your mind,” she added, looking at Justin supportively.

“And don’t worry, Justin,” Katie said, curling her lips. “Mom and I will never, ever, unlock you early. No need to stress about asking us!” She touched the key between her breasts and brought it closer.

Justin pouted, distressed. He sat through the rest of breakfast, sulking, while his mom and his sister chatted pleasantly. After breakfast, Jason played video games on the TV when Katie sauntered into the room. 

Justin looked up. “Go on. Say it,” he groaned out.

“Say what?” Katie teased. She wore pink short shorts and a black crop top. Her pushup bra held her breasts together firmly, and with her stomach exposed, she looked more out of proportion than usual with her thin waist and huge, jutting boobs.

“Ugh, that you have my stupid key.”

“I have your stupid key!” Katie shouted. “Ha ha! I have your key! I have your key!”

“Shut up, Katie. This is so unfair!”

“Honestly, yeah it kind of is. Your own sister having the key to your chastity cage? Like, she gets to decide when you nut and when you don’t? Pathetic.”

“Mom’s still in charge…” Justin argued. “You don’t get to decide!”

Katie’s eyes narrowed and joy filled her face. She held up the key. “Except that I can unlock you, and take that little penis out, and give it like, three strokes and empty out those poor, swollen testicles.” She laughed when she saw Justin squirm and tighten his legs with need. “Soooo…I kind of do?”

“Yeah, not like you’d ever do that anyway…” Justin scoffed.

“I don’t know. My chore chart is looking kind of long after mom wrote some new ones on it.”

Justin swallowed hard. “Shut up. You wouldn’t. You’re just trying to get my hopes up so you can say no to me later. I’m not stupid.”

Katie sat next to him on the couch, making sure he could see down her shirt. As much as he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, his character died quickly in the game as his eyes darted to her big boobs in the pushup bra. “Fine then, wait until mom finally lets you dump a load next week. Sorry, one week and a day, actually.”

Justin frowned and bit his lip, the forecast of that many days weighing on him. He traced the curves of her breasts, imagining touching them, squeezing them. It was driving him crazy.

“Have you ever even thought about how she would even let you cum?” Katie posed.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, she’s obviously not going to let you jerk off.”

Justin played his game on the TV for a moment, trying to ignore her.

“You know, she’s not going to say to you, ‘okay Jason, here’s a bottle of lotion and your sister’s bra. Have fun!’” Katie jerked off the air for emphasis. 

“No…but…”

“It’s probably gonna be like this. She’ll bend you over the tub, or maybe even the toilet. Ew. She’ll super awkwardly try to touch you, and you’ll get so hard and worked up so fast after two weeks that you’ll splurt it all out in a few seconds and it won’t even feel good. Like, once you start shooting, she’s not going to keep stroking it, obviously. Mom isn’t going to want you to have, like, a real, satisfying shoot, you know? It’s going to be a super lame orgasm. And then you know what? You’re going right back in the cage again for two…long…weeks.”

Justin whined and shut his eyes, clenching the controller in his hands.

“Or…you could ask me nicely, and maybe…just maybe I’ll give you a nice, long, satisfying handjob. I know you like them. I’ll pick a time before mom gets home, and maybe even let you look down my shirt like last time! You will shoot and shoot that huge load. It’ll feel soooo good. Though, you’re still going right back in chastity, or mom will find out.”

Justin gripped his cage, tugging at it while Katie teased him.

“Ohhh, getting tight from me talking about it?” She laughed. “No boners allowed when you’re wearing that thing, though!”

“Ugh! I just have to do your chores?”

Katie beamed. “Hmm. I haven’t even decided if I should even let you ask or not…” she said innocently. “You have to earn that first.”

“Ugh! I knew it. You weren’t really going to unlock me! First I have to earn to ask, then I have to earn an answer, then I’ll have to earn some other stupid thing and I’ll never get it! This isn’t funny! My balls are in serious pain. Mom has no idea what she is doing to me.”

“Fine, then you can wait a week with that attitude,” Katie said, getting up. “Wait no, a week and a day. Eight days. Is that right, Justin? Eight long days?”

“Katie wait…”

“Yes?”

“What do I have to do?” Justin looked at her seriously. “To get a chance to ask?” he begged, knowing what she wanted to hear.

“So desperate,” Katie giggled, hands on her hips. “Hmmm, I hadn’t even really thought about it…”

“Ugh, yes you have. Tell me already.”

“Your balls.”

“What?”

“I want to kick you in the nuts.”

“No way!”

“Come on. You’re going to let me. I’m your sister. I want it to be a really good one, too. Pants down, legs spread, and, and! I want you to beg for it.”

“No!”

“Okay, enjoy your blueballs.”

“Katie!”

“What? I’m not making you do it. You can wait for mom then. You can wait patiently. Maybe mom will actually let you feel something if you beg her enough.”

“This is so not fair! It really hurts, Katie! You don’t understand. It hurts so bad.” He stared right at her breasts as he talked, imagining eight days of having to be around her tiny body with huge boobs. He couldn’t even imagine the next eight minutes when all he could think about was a handjob while he looked down her shirt.

“Awww,” Katie said with fake sympathy. “‘Cause you didn’t get to jerk off for six whole days?”

“I don’t want a kick in the nuts…”

“You can do it,” Katie said, rubbing his thigh. “Come on. I’ve kicked you in the jewels plenty of times before. Just one little kick. Get your pants down. Do it for your sister. Do it to help out those big swollen balls.” She cupped and weighed the air like she was holding two, heavy oranges. “You don’t want them to be all full and achy anymore, do you?”

Justin bit his lip hard, fighting the part of his brain that told him this would only amount to getting his nuts kicked in without anything to show for it. Yet, he felt so horny and desperate that he would have done anything. He slowly slid his pants down to his ankles, revealing his cock trapped in the cage.

His sister slid her hand under it, cupping his balls. He groaned desperately as she handled his manhood. “These are so plump and full. Wow. I can’t imagine what they’ll be like in a week.”

“You…you said you were gonna let me cum today.”

“Oh yeah, right,” Katie nodded. “Maybe we won’t have to imagine. Now, come on. I’m thinking…you laying down, legs spread.”

Justin whimpered, swallowing and sliding down to the carpet, kicking his shorts off and spreading his legs. “You’re gonna let me, right? You’re not going to kick me in the balls and then say no, right?”

“I don’t know, Justin,” Katie mused. “Only one way to find out,” she snickered.

He shut his eyes and braced himself.

“You must be so desperate to let me do this to you. I am going to ruin your balls with my foot. I’m not holding back, you know.”

“I need to cum…” Justin whimpered. “Please, do it already. I really need to cum.”

Katie bit her lip, and almost felt bad, but then remembered how his eyes were glued to her breasts for the last five minutes, and then thought about all the bras that got stained and crusty if she didn’t hide them well enough, and she got into position. She put her hands on the side of the couch’s armrest, and smiled. “Okay, ready?”

Justin nodded.

“You have to beg.”

“But…”

“Or I kick your nuts and you don’t to cum, anyway.”

“Okay! I…um…please kick me in the balls.”

“Umm, yeah, I’m gonna need it to be better than that.” She launched her foot forward at half-speed giving him a light kick. Justin yelped in pain and grabbed himself. The sensation shot through his body and he questioned how we would handle a real kick after this. He was coughing from the pain when he said, “Ohhh…ahhh, my balls!”

“Come on, that was barely anything. Now beg.”

“Please…please Katie. I really, really want you to kick my balls. Please kick me in the nuts.” He spread his legs again, shutting his eyes. “Please…”

Katie nudged his balls with her foot, testing them. “Wow, that was pretty good. I almost believed you really wanted me to kick your balls.” She moved his testicles around with her big toe. “These are screaming out to be crushed,” she muttered to herself.

“Please! Katie! Please kick me in the balls! I really mean it. I really want you to kick my nuts.” Justin shouted. He tensed and spread his legs.

Katie savored it, drew her leg back as far as it would go, and took a moment to enjoy what was about to happen. She wondered if she might do real, lasting damage with this one. She shrugged and gave his big, swollen testicles her best soccer kick, using the power of her muscular leg to deliver a devastating blow right into his balls.

Justin’s world crashed around him. Like being struck by lightning, his hands clasped his nuts and he curled into the fetal position, rolling to his side. Only a loud “Oof!” escaped his lips as he clutched himself. “Ugghhh…ahhh.”

“Got ‘em!” Katie chanted, clapping to herself. “That was such a hard kick! I mean I really, really got them. I think I could feel them, like, crush, you know?”

Katie put her hands on her hips seeing her brother tremble and hold himself. She sighed. “Uh, are you okay?” Katie asked. She poked him with her foot. “Justin, say something.”

“My balls…my balls. I think you broke them!” Justin whined.

Katie couldn’t help but laugh. “If only! I would have saved the world from a bunch of loser dork kids. They’re fine! It was only one kick.”

“They hurt…I don’t know…”

“Let me see!”

Justin, desperate for verification, spread his legs.

“Oh, they are red and swollen all right.” She reached down to feel them. “Mushy. I really scrambled your eggs. They’re fine, though! Unfortunately! This is how they were when I hit them with a baseball bat last summer. And you’ve been pumping out loads ever since. They were really squishy like this, I remember.”

“Ah! Stop squeezing them! Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I could probably give them a few more kicks.”

“No!”

“Relax…I won’t…for now,” Katie giggled.

“Can…can I cum now?” Justin squirmed.

“Wow, that’s all you can think about? Like you’re all curled up and your balls might be broken and all you can think about is cumming.”

“But…but you said I could.”

“I said you can ask,” Katie clarified, then stood up. She leaned over to check on him and smile.

“Ugh.”

“What?”

“You’re gonna say no. I can’t believe I just did that.” He put his head in his hands.

“You don’t know for sure. Really, after I kicked you in the nuts, you’re not even gonna ask?”

“Please, don’t say no! I can’t keep going without an orgasm.”

“You have to ask, first. You don’t know what I’m going to say,” she replied cheerfully.

“Okay…can I have…can I um…”

“Really? After pumping out loads of jizz to my tits you’re too shy to say ‘handjob?’” Katie challenged.

“Can I have a handjob?”

“Where’s my please?” Katie said, looking mock-offended.

“Katie!”

“What? You think I’m going to touch your tiny penis after asking like that? You have to say please, and you have to beg for it.”

“I’m not going to beg!”

“Then no cumming,” Katie wagged her finger in the air. 

“Ugh! Fine, can I please, please have a handjob, Katie. Please! I really need it. Seriously, I can’t go any longer. Please!”

“Hm, on your knees, too,” Katie said, sitting on the couch. 

“Katie! Seriously…?”

“Seriously. On your knees. Present your balls to me and then beg. Don’t forget who has the key now!”

“You’re so stupid!” Justin let out angrily.

“You’re so blueballed. Now, go on. Do what your sister tells you,” she said arrogantly. “Remember your sister is in charge of your little loads, now.”

“You’re not even going to say yes! You’re dragging this out so you can say no and laugh at me.”

Katie shrugged. “Don’t ask then,” she said, giggling. “Give up now and have uncomfy blueballs all night.”

Justin thought for a moment. His balls had been tight and sore and his cock kept waking him with boner after boner. He couldn’t go another night like that. He fought the pain and got the will to slide up onto his knees. His balls ached from her hard kick still, making it tough to get upright. Even though he knew he was most likely setting himself up for a tragic ending, even the slim chance he could get release would be worth it. His balls hurt so much and he couldn’t imagine going as long as their mom had in mind. He finally braced himself on the couch and held his chastity cage up to her, as if presenting it.

“Please Katie. Please. I need to cum. It’s been six days and I can’t go any longer. Please, I’ll do anything, please give me a handjob. You don’t even have to do it. I could do it. I need to get out of this thing and cum!”

Katie made a pouty face. “Yeah, I can’t believe mom is making you go so long, either.”

“I can’t do this. I really need this.” Justin breathed hard. “Why is mom making me do this? It hurts so much. It’s not fair!”

Katie leaned over, letting him see down her shirt while his key hung and bounced off of her skin. Her breasts were so big in the bra that they squished against her knee, forming an overly obscene view right in front of his face. He dreamt of a powerful release while staring at this exact image. “It’s not fair to make your balls hurt so much, is it? Do boys’ balls really hurt this much after six days?”

“They hurt! They hurt so bad, Katie.”

“It’s a good thing mom gave me a copy of the key then, huh? It’s so unfair to make you go two whole weeks. Now, you and I can kind of sneak in a handjob, right? I bet mom wouldn’t really notice your balls getting a little less swollen only six days in.”

Justin nodded, growing hard in the cage at the anticipation of one of Katie’s tight, rhythmic handjobs, far better than his own hand. “Yeah, she wouldn’t notice at all! I can totally fake it!”

“Make sure you make it seem like you still have blueballs after you cum though,” Katie nodded along. “Keep whining and pouting about them like you have. I think that will really be convincing. That way, we can sneak in a quick jerk-off in between when mom unlocks you. Ready for it?”

“Yes! Please…yes, thank you Katie. I really couldn’t imagine going two weeks. Seriously, I really don’t think I could do it.” Justin’s balls still throbbed from the hard kick she delivered, and he worried it might interfere with the pleasure, but he would take anything at this point. 

Katie giggled and smiled, and leaned in, showing him down her shirt as she talked. “Justin…I’m like, messing with you. I’m not really gonna give you a handjob!” she laughed, like this was obvious. “Ew. it would get all over my hands and stuff.”

“What!” Justin fumed, and he would have lunged at her if he weren’t under oppressive levels of agony in his balls. “You…you…”

“I said you could ask, Justin. I have the key, so, it’s all up to me.” She beamed at the power she had. “Oh my gosh. Look at your face! Aww, you really thought I was going to say yes.” She cackled and then shook her finger in his face. “I can’t believe I got you to beg me like that. You are so pathetic! You got on your knees and actually begged your sister to jerk you off? Seriously?”

“Ahh! Katie!” Justin shouted.

“So no…N…O…no cumming little guy. Blueballs for you tonight!”

Justin fumed and shouted. “Katie! I hate you!” which made Katie laugh. She shifted her posture. Her folded arms and laying back on the couch made it sink in. She savored the defeat on his face. She couldn’t help but say again, “No handjob, Justin. No relief for your poor, swollen balls. Not today! You’re gonna be so sore and achy because I said no.” She gave him one last look at her sticking out her tongue. “But remember, you can always ask me again when you’re ready for another kick to the nuts,” she said, and gave his exposed balls a quick kick, forcing him back to the ground as she left the room. Justin lay there, clutching his fragile and broken balls, realizing he really was going to go another day without orgasm.

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