Put in Their Place Part 2: Nate vs. Himself

A new story, Part 2 following this seductive mistress. Enjoy!

The Hogan household sits in a well off neighborhood where it could shine without standing out. Mister and Misses Hogan have good jobs that allow Carrie and Nate to live luxuriously, without any care or concerns outside of those they give themselves. They have a lovely in-ground swimming pool in their backyard, which rests near a nice large tree, not too close as to block the sun, but close enough that one can leaf gaze, if they so wanted to from the inside of the 6 foot deep, rectangular pit of water the family spent the equivalent of a couple cashier's annual salaries to command Mexicans to dig, plaster and fill. 

Their yard is surrounded by a chain link fence that has a strong resemblance to a prison, standing at an almost awkward height of 10 feet. Mrs. Hogan is quick to tell anyone who'd listen that she did not want a 10 foot tall chain link fence to surround her backyard, and is more hesitant, but far further in animation, to blame the Mexicans she hired for believing that she wanted a 10 foot tall chain link fence. She'd say that they're used to walls of that size, and would easily find a way to use this as a transition into politics, which would be most people's cue to go do something else. 

However, if you were to ask the responsible Mexicans in question their side of the coin, they'd promptly respond with a well rehearsed retort, one that should not surprise anyone to hear, spoken in a thick and clear accent, "Yo no hablo ingles." 

This may of been a cause for the misunderstanding. 

However, despite this 'blunder', Carrie and Nate's parents have given their kids a good life, where the two siblings can do basically whatever it is they want, mostly to themselves, as their parents six figure jobs leave them unable to spend much time at home. Nate finds this preferable, as he enjoys time to himself and being as disconnected as possible, not caring to appear standoffish. In fact, he'd prefer it if he did. 

The meat of this story starts on the drive back to this home, after waiting at the entrance of Saint Bernard High School for a few minutes. Nate is in the back seat of Carrie's car after she picked him up at after her day at College. 

If you recall, Carrie, and the shotgun passenger, Emily, a girl, that although pretty, had the markings of hormones on her, with some acne ruining what she wished was a clear face, and a tad bit of flub which she believes makes her fat. 

She isn't fat, nor ugly, however. It's just she spends enough time with Carrie, who has neither of these issues, and it makes her look at her imperfect self with more disdain then what should be the case. Regardless, Emily is a debatably beautiful white girl with black hair and brown eyes, who was glowing at the time, due to the interaction both she and Carrie had with that hot asshole at College not too long ago. Emily found that experience with Jeremy to be among the most fulfilling in her young adult life, and couldn't believe it was that easy to feel so good. 

Emily wanted to enjoy herself some more, and after seeing Nate walk to her friends car, with his handsome, young and almost copybook features, wavy and modern hair style (which he would tell no one who often he goes to the salon to keep up), defined face and well crafted jawline that won't cut you, but is certainty sharp enough for butter, with his tall, slender, and honestly, very appetizing frame, with her eyes looking at his crotch as he took each step forward, imagining the contents in those soft looking loose khakis, softly shifting and imagining how fun it would be to feel and see for herself... Emily had her mind moving and she did not have any intentions to hit the brakes. Especially, based on what Carrie has told her. Nate's the kind of boy who doesn't care about other people, thinking himself above everyone, and it would do everyone some good if Nate was reminded just how vulnerable and weak he is. He isn't all that special; all boys have a weakness. 

"So Nathan, ho-"

"Nate. My name's Nate." Nate delivered as monotone as ever, looking at his phone. Emily, who was staring at the back seat with her friend's hot younger brother's slouching but not so obviously defined frame, while acting as naturally uncaring as he could, smiled and nodded her head. Her goal was just trying to get a gauge of his personality. Really feel what Nate has to offer.  

"Sorry. Nate. How was scho-"

"Fine."

Emily looked down and thought of more to say. "Everything's go-"

"Fine."

"Ho-"

"Everything's fine. It always is."

"Always?"

"Yes." Nate snapped shaking his head. 

Carrie sighed a grunt. "Nate, come on. Don't be a dick! You never when what you say is gonna come back to get you."  Carrie wisely put, smirking at Emily. Carrie herself enjoyed the interaction the two girls had earlier with Jeremy. She was still riding the high off that, and knows her little brother is asking for some 'discipline.' Although, he hasn't messed with her since their little spat some time ago, Nate hasn't really been acting any nicer. Carrie thought he would, but obviously he probably needed some reinforcement. 

Nate, as bored and neglectfully self-righteous as ever, replied. "Yeah, sure."

"You don't believe me?" Carrie asked, putting on a surprised voice. 

"No, I don't."

"Wow. You do-"

"Fate, karma, balance, whatever it is, is all made up so idiots can feel better."

"Oh really?" Emily asked. 

"Yup. Made up crap so the weak can feel better. Either you're strong or your weak." Nate replied, still sounding bored, but obviously giving this conversation some more efforts. 

"Oh? And what about the strong?" Carrie asked. 

"The strong? You mean people like me?" Nate asked. 

Carrie and Emily chuckled and nodded together. "You think you're the strong?" Carrie asked with a smile as she looked up at the mirror to see her baby brother. 

"Of course. Stronger than you two girls, at least." Nate said, intentionally aggressive, hoping that would annoy them enough to end the conversation so he go back to pretending he was taking an Uber home. 

Emily could barely contain herself as she felt the drive to really dig her foot into that cocky dickhead in those khaki's. Carrie could see and moved her hand to her friend's thigh. 

"Soon, girl. Soon." Carrie said, smiling with Emily. The two stayed silent after this, but shared the same thoughts as they grew closer and closer to the Hogan household. 


"Wow, this is such a nice neighborhood..." Emily complimented, as the car drove past several very nice looking houses. 

"Thanks!" Carrie replied. She was never too sure how to reply to these sorts of comments. How were you supposed to respond if people said your neighborhood was trashy? You weren't even supposed to comment on that she thought, so why is this different?

Soon, they arrived at the Hogan household. Carrie parked the vehicle and turned the car off. Nate instantly opened the car door, got up and out, shut the door and headed towards his house. He put in the pass code on the electronic door and entered before Emily and Carrie even got out of the car themselves. 

"Jesus, he's a real douchebag, isn't he?" Emily said. 

"Tell me about it. He used to be such a sweet kid too, I don't know why he's like this."

"He grew some balls, and now he thinks he's the king of the world..." Emily said, following Carrie into the house. 

"Haha, maybe. They aren't even that big, they're pretty average I think."

"Really?"

"Think so. Not that I've done extensive research..." Carrie joked, getting Emily to laugh. "But, Jeremy is way bigger."

"Awww..."

"Don't worry. You'll like it all the same."

"Probably. He's cuter than Jeremy too."

Carrie laughed as she shook her head, unsure how to respond to that either. Carrie closed the door behind Emily as they entered the house. 

"So, where did he go?"

"Probably his room, locking us out. Don't worry, we'll get him. You want anything to drink? Eat?"

Carrie proved herself to be a magnificent host, asking the right questions and sometimes even answering them before the idea that leads to the idea of the origins of the topic could even come to exist in Emily's mind. 

Soon, Carrie and Emily brought up the reason they're here, and still talking in their stained undergarments. They thought of a plan, and how to best fulfill this plan. That plan being to take that overconfident, dismissive and jerkwad of a teenage brother and make sure he understands that he has absolutely no right to be acting the way his balls make him feel entitled to, because those are the very same balls that can make him a whimpering bitch. 


Nate opened the door to his room after a couple hours, and wanted to get a drink. He was just wearing his Saint Bernard khaki's and nothing else, already forgetting Emily exists. Nate's bare frame was slender but defined, and nod inducing with a healthy masculine amount of hair, which complimented his young and sinewy lean body. Just enough hair for one to look at him and know he's an acceptable man, but not enough to see your hands get lost if you were lucky enough to move in and feel his soft, mesmerizing, boyish body. 

Like most boys his age, Nate was feeling horny. Nate wanted to make sure he had a drink so he could lie down and nap after he lets himself release . 

As he headed towards the stairs, the door to the bathroom was open and he heard the faint sounds of splashing and the shifting of what sounded like water. Nate walked closer, hearing the swishing stop as the floorboards creaked underneath. Nate sees the door get pulled open even further. 

"Carrie?" A feminine voice asked from the tub. 

Nate slowed down at the door and stared, unsure what to do for the moment. Who could in the tub other than his sister?

"Carrie!?" Was heard again, in a bit more confusion. Nate remembered then that Emily was in the car with them. He thought it might be her. Nate tried to remember her face and frame. 

"No..." Nate said, trying to remember. 

"Nate?"

"Yeah..."

"Can you come in here please?" The voice asked, sounding vulnerable. 

Nate stood at the doorway, growing more unsure with what to do. 

"W-what do you want!?" Nate almost commanded, trying to overcompensate for his awkwardness. 

"My phone is by the sink, and I'm stuck here in the tub..." Emily said, with a voice that sounded dumb, but cute. Or so Nate thought. Nate began to think about Emily in the tub, wet and submerged in bubbles, lying in the tub he's looked at and stood in almost everyday of his life. He realized he thought Emily was kinda cute, but also a bit lazy with her looks. If she cared more about her acne and body weight, she'd be a knockout. Nate knew he deserved better then her, but he quickly realized that he's getting ahead of himself. 

"Nate? You're sti-"

"Why did you leave your phone by the sink?"

"Uh... I didn't think I'd want to use it."

"That's pretty dumb of you."

Nate heard silence for a couple moments. Then he heard water shifting around again. 

"Come on Nate... hand me my phone... please? I'd owe you one..." 

Nate smirked at hearing that. His mind wandered a bit, then he pulled it back and stood up straight. He huffed in and walked in to the bathroom and looked at the sink for the phone. He found it, but then realized he didn't know if he should turn around or if he should just throw the phone at her. Then he realized he probably shouldn't blindly throw a phone at a tub of water, especially with a person being in there too. 

"It's right there, next to the brush. Do you see it?"

"Of course I do!" Nate spat as he leaned in and grabbed it. He turned around and looked at Emily, lying in the bathtub, covered with bubbles. Nate thought Emily looked a lot cuter in the moment then he remembered her looking before. A knee of hers was poking through the white cloud-like figures as her arms were resting on the sides of the tub. Her eyes looked up as her face was tilted down, and she held a smile that looked both embarrassed and appreciative. She looked so delicate and playful. 

"Well, can I have it?" Emily asked. 

Nate smiled before he could think to hide it and walked the few steps to Emily. He stretched his strong but not bulky arm out as he handed Emily her phone, letting some of his pit hair stretch out. 

Emily looked up at and over Nate, smirking and biting her lip as she did so. Nate began to feel a bit self-conscious over himself, considering he wasn't even wearing a shirt. 

"Looking good, Nate... how old are you?"

The seventeen year old teenager looked down at his proud body and looked back up with a smile, proving to Emily that he doesn't always come off as so sour. 

"Eighteen." Nate lied. 

Emily smirked and nodded her head to the ground beneath them. 

"Put the phone on the floor. I'd rather talk to you."

Nate nodded, keeping his chocolate eyes on Emily's wet frame and put her phone on the floor. 

Emily smirked and tilted her head towards the opposite end of the tub, as if it were a pointer. "Come on in. Join me." 

Nate looked at the tub for a couple of seconds, registering everything. 

"You can take your pants off if you want. Wouldn't want to get them all messed up..." 

Nate nodded and went to unbutton his pants, which he had a bit of trouble with at first, then unzippered with far more smoothness. He left his khaki's on the floor, and now stood in only a white pair of tight boxer briefs, which held everything nicely and did a fine job of making his average package look a bit better than average. Emily was less disappointed then she thought she'd be, and it showed on her face. 

Nate stood for a couple moments, hands at his sides, unsure if he wanted to take his underwear off. He decided not to, and climbed into the tub. He carefully immersed his lower body into the warm water and closed his eyes as he relaxed and let out a nice long breath as he sat down. As he did, he felt Emily move her legs onto his. Her heels were rubbing up and down his thighs, and Nate really liked the attention and rhythm. Emily was also enjoying this, finding Nate's leg hairs to be tingly in a bubbly way, and his skin and leg muscles to be comforting and hypnotic to the touch, especially in such a warm and intimate environment. Emily had to remind herself to hold to the plan. 

Nate closed his eyes and moaned lowly as Emily continued to rub his legs. Emily licked her lips and spoke up to try and let Nate interact with her. 

"You must work out, right?" She asked. 

Nate nodded and smiled. He opened his eyes and responded. "Of course. I don't have to that much though... I naturally have a really good body."

Emily smirked and moved her right leg up and towards Nate's center. 

"Do you? I wonder... why you have such... a naturally sexy body..." Emily asked, finding the answer to her question at the end, with the bottom of her feminine foot. Her soft and tiny foot reached a sojourn in the soft solace of Nate's doughy goodness between his legs. The doughy, meaty and defining organs, dangling in between Nate's two strong legs, which make his body so strong and appetizing. The delicate, mushy and defining organs hanging at the center of Nate's body, that make him so vulnerable, despite the confidence that they give him. Emily openly fluttered as she felt Nate's manhood under her toes. Nate intook sharply and tried to look in control. 

Emily pushed her foot softly into Nate's manhood and watched his face as she did so. After two seconds, Nate obviously cringed and grunted, but tried to hold still. 

"Careful..." Nate gasped softly. Emily smirked and pulled back her pressure, but pushed her toes in and out as they lied over Nate's nuts, almost like she were playing a keyboard. Then she carefully pulled Nate's balls down with her toes, pulled her foot back for a moment, then pushed it back in and felt Nate's now hard rod between his legs. Emily couldn't suppress a moan as she felt the hot boy's hard cock under her gentle feminine toes. 

Emily moved her left foot in towards her right, pushed her right foot up over the top of his cock, and pulled her left in under. She felt Nate's balls, danced her big left toe around them, then pulled them down as far as she could pull them as they sat in his underwear. Then, she began stroking, according to Nate himself, the 7 inch hard cock, pushing her big toe in, putting pressure down on his sensitive prick. Meanwhile, Emily tickled Nate's balls with her toesies, and Nate let out a sensual groan as his eyes fluttered and his body couldn't help but twitch in ecstasy.

"Nate... how is this?"

"Fucking amazing, don't stop."

"How abo-"

"Fucking shut up! Just keep this going!" Nate commanded, as he lied back and prayed the sensations he was experiencing would never cease. He's never had a girl do this to him, and he couldn't believe the sensations were real. 

Emily smiled, knowing full well that this couldn't be much more perfect. She decided to keep this up for some time more, making Nate feel like he found a slice of heaven in this bathtub. She did this until she knew it was time to pull back before he swallowed it whole. 

"Oh Nate!" Emily said louder then the dialogue had been to this point. "Oh, you're such a man!"  

"Baby shut up, I know it! Oh Gawd!" Nate moaned as he felt himself getting closer to what this entire interaction was building towards. His first ejaculation to a woman's delicate foot. 

Carrie, wearing just her short shorts and white sleeveless tee, heard the cue, and made her way to the bathroom. As she grew closer, she heard Nate moaning louder and more naturally, which told her that she shouldn't waste anytime, or else the plan would get messed up. She picked up speed, ran up the stairs, and barged right into the open bathroom. Before she even entered, she screamed. 

"OH MY GOD NATE WHAT THE FUCK!?!?" 

Nate jumped up, banging his shoulder against the tap of the bathtub and screaming out in his deep and monotone voice. Even Emily got caught off guard, and yelped out too, in her own feminine 'oh my God it's a mouse!' voice, and accidentally kicked her legs out. This lead to Nate's balls getting slammed into his pelvis, unexpected and unplanned.

"GAH! FUCK, MY BAALLLLS! ARRGHH!!!" Nate screamed out, as he pulled his legs up and hands in, getting the floor even more wet after the sudden movements moments ago displaced some of the water in the tub. 

"What the FUCK NATE? WHY ARE YOU IN THE BATHTUB WITH EMILY!?" Carrie screamed. She had quite a lot of time to plan those words, and settled on them. Being straight to the point, accusatory and easy to retaliate against. 

Nate's face was a grimace as he held his now throbbing and blue balls as he shook his head and screamed out again, in both crippling pain and frothing frustration. 

"NATE-"

"FUCK OFF CARRIE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?" Nate yelled out, stomping the floor of the tub, splishing more water. 

"I HEARD MY BROTHER FUCKING CUMING IN THE BATHTUB WITH MY FRIEND!?" 

Nate grimaced and seethed and breathed like he were a wild animal with blood in it's eyes. Without much thought outside of 'fucking Carrie, she just ruined my first footjob!', he shot straight up in the tub, one hand holding his balls which were at the bottom of their sack and the other pushing himself up. He moved both hands towards his big sister in the doorway as he raised his right leg over the tub and pushed off with his left. This made it clear that his quickly softening cock was standing straight up, with nothing left to the imagination in his tight fitting cotton boxer briefs. 

However, the floor was wet. This was an unforeseen variable in the frothing and unthinking mind of the horny, blue balled and perpetually angry Nathan Aiden Hogan. 

Nate's right foot slipped as he put pressure down on the wet floor with his uneven and also wet foot. Nate's right foot slipped just after he raised his left, and he found himself in a free-fall downwards. This free-fall had his spread legs on both sides of the tub as he began to feel that frightening sinking feeling in your stomach that you're about to fall a great height. As soon as he had no reason to feel that sickening feeling in your stomach, the handsome, angry and sexy 17 year old boy instantly found a much more powerful reason to feel a sickening feeling in his stomach. 

"O-HOE SHIITT!" Jumped out of Carrie's mouth with a hand gesture as she saw her little brother crotch himself on the edge of the tub. 

Emily brought her hands to her mouth and laughed as she saw Nate's strong body tense and straddle the edge of the tub she just spent an hour boredly doing nothing in, up until the last 3 or so minutes of interaction with this very hot, snarky and deserving boy, so he could feel exactly what it is he's feeling right then. How it really feels to have balls. And she could see his body drowning in the misery of having weak testicles between his legs. 

Emily and Carrie both took great pleasure in watching Nate's body tense and struggle as his face looked lost in the misery he's experiencing, unable to say or do much of anything, as the unexpected turn of events overwhelmed him, just like it would any boy. 

Nate soon recognized the already aching pouch between his legs getting pancaked due to the direct and uncomfortable contact with the unforgiving cast iron edge, which pushed his spermbags up where they came from, and crushed them as they were denied entry any further up, up somewhere they could perhaps be safe from all the torture they would otherwise receive, hanging in such a delicate location. 

As Nate's mind held onto the pain his body was experiencing, feeling what the foolishly foolhardy young man allowed to happen to the center of his masculinity, it forced him to hack out in distaste and send his hands in to the source of impact. Nate's hands couldn't get to what they knew so desperately they had to protect, so they instead held the solid object that inflicted such assault to what caused Nate so much pain. 

Nate's eyes looked forward then down as they lost their cohesion and mindlessly looked around as Nate's young brain couldn't focus on vision when all that colored his senses was the pain that just erupted inside of his taut, tender and now tumultuous body. Nate's muscles contracted and spasmed, sickness boiled at the bottom of his throat, his legs stiffened and his mouth was contorted in such a way that a debilitating illness looked to be plaguing the hot young man. Color drained as he leaned forward slowly and rested his crippled frame on the hard, uncaring surface that Nate is sure just ruined his sex life forever. 

Both Carrie and Emily were amazed at the scene they were witnessing, and titillated by almost everything about it. 

After enough basking in the glory of Nate's ego and manhood being the cause of his complete and total agony, Carrie realized that this situation doesn't have to end like this. Sure, this wasn't how the plan was laid out, but this is even better. Nate himself, literally set them up for what they wanted in the best possible way. Carrie reached over, grabbed Nate's hands that were holding the cast iron tub, and pulled them away. 

"Emily! Help me set him up! Keep his feet on the tub and make sure they're spread!"

Emily snapped out of her fixation and nodded her head. She knelled up and pulled Nate's right leg back into the pool, which allowed Carrie to pull her younger brother's arms further away with risking him falling down. Nate was way too weak and detached from conscious thought to combat what was transpiring. 

Carrie pulled Nate back, and Emily made sure to hold onto his ankles and make sure they didn't pass the tub frame. Emily nodded her head and Carrie knew this was it. Emily then spread Nate's legs and looked straight ahead at the hanging bulge of tortured, what she was told, but knows it wasn't, 18 year old masculine meat and licked her lips at the mouthwatering, already pounded sack of hot, firm, gooey goodness. 

"Go for it Emily! I can see you want to girl! Show him who's weak! Maybe he'll even learn something!"

"Yeah... learn why he should act with respect! And learn that maybe... these weak mushy balls between his legs that he thinks makes him so special... are his biggest weakness!"

Carrie smiled and nodded. "Preach it girl! Show him the way!"

Emily rubbed her hands on Nate's defined and hard calves, back and forth as she looked forward, gearing herself towards something that would make her feel like the strongest girl on earth. She clenched her fists around Nate's calves and saw his constrained body shuffle slightly, but still groggily unable. Emily took her right fist off of Nate and stretched it, preparing it for takeoff. 

Emily knelt in the tub water, above average breasts bobbing tightly on her chest as she moved her body with her fist as she amped herself up for this perfect shot. She realized she wanted a better position, so she nodded her head and stood up. She put her left foot over the tub, careful not to make the same careless mistake Nate made, and made sure she had a good grip on the floor. She did so, stood over sideways looking down at Nate's tight ass in his drenched underwear, and bent over, putting her right fist about between his knees and thighs. 

Emily turned her head in, leaning, making sure she knows exactly where she wants her fist to fly into. She practiced her punch, the trajectory a few times while looking right at target, then pulled back, stood up as up as she could, and assumed a position where she could whack as much of a punch as she could. She reared back once, twice, and with the third time, brought her entire body back, then with a feminine roar laced with lust and self-righteousness, rocketed her tiny fist of fury right on target, crushing Nate's sack, but getting mostly Nate's left testicle, with a sickening thud that caused Nate to instantly shoot his eyes open and reacclimate himself with reality, as his entire body pushed forward from the energy being excreted on his most delicate bits. 

Nate instantly tried to pull his hands and legs in, but his hands were tightly held and something was holding his feet in place for the moment. Before Nate could find a way to protect himself from a situation he had no idea about, outside of the thunderous explosion that ravaged his testicles and mind, Emily held her wrist inches from his ass cheeks, and flicked her wrist in a perpetual stream of slaps, focused on the tips of her fingers and Nate's rapidly swelling, now black, and blue balls. 

Nate screamed high pitched yelps as he tried every which way to shift out of this terrible, yet simple torture strategy, and soon unhooked his feet and fell to the floor. Carrie then let go and allowed her little brother to curl up and protect the family jewels from further abuse by the two girls, who both know what those jewels are worth. 

Carrie and Emily heard Nate cry and whimper, and watched him as he writhed and squirmed on the floor. As displayed by their smile, and even light chuckling, they took great pleasure in watching this previously confident, obnoxiously condescendingly, disrespectful teenage boy contort in terrible anguish. His slender frame twisting and turning, his muscles tensing and spasming as his body jerked and coughed. The two girls watched this boy's eyes water as he felt how being a man can truly be, and learn why he should treat girls with respect. Because they don't have the same weakness he does, the same weak and pathetic dangling sack of sickening agony between his legs, that he can't do anything about. There is nothing he can do but hope people care enough about how he feels to not put him in such a disadvantageous position. A position where he is completely helpless but to do what he's doing now. Writhe and cry, cough and spasm, curl up, and hope to die. 

"So, Nate. You still think you're stronger than us?" Carrie asked her little brother as he was curled on the floor, holding onto his throbbing nads. 

Nate simply grunted with tears streaming out of his eyes. He couldn't push out a response. 

"Come on baby bro... you said you're so strong. You're a man, right? You have a cock and balls... aren't those supposed to make you strong? That's what makes you think it's okay to act like such a dick."

"You mean the balls he's holding onto for dear life, as he's weeping in the fetal position? Those are supposed to make him strong!?" Emily replied, faking surprise. 

"Yeah, those! I guess they don't make you so strong, right brother?" Carrie asked. 

Nate grunted and pushed against the floor. He struggled to try and get himself up. He heard the two girls taunting, and he couldn't take it lying down, and crying like a bitch. 

"Oh look! He wants s'more!" Emily said, looking at the sexy teenage boy vibrating in red, sweating pain beneath her. 

"Really Nate? Still haven't learned anything?" Carrie taunted her baby brother, as she got down by bending her knees, like a sumo wrestler. Like a big, powerful human being who you don't want to mess with, because you know you wouldn't be able to compete with. That's how Nate was supposed to feel.

But, Nate is hard headed. He wanted to get up and prove to his sister and that bitch of a girl, Emily, that he isn't going to take this. That he's strong, that he's still in control. He isn't one of the weak ones. 

Nate breathed harder and harder as he pushed down, and got to his knees. He huffed and puffed as he held his crotch with one hand and tried to get up with his other hand holding onto the toilet like a drunkard, and his legs wobbling to find the ground holding him up. But the pain at the center of his universe was so overwhelming, he couldn't manage this simple task any girl could do. That's when Emily helped him. 

"Here you go, big boy... let me help you!"

Nate was pushing her away, but he couldn't overpower the shorter girl, who was still naked and drenched in water. Nate put his hands on her and felt her bare breast, and realized this. He looked at them, and stared. Stared like the easily hypnotized man that he is. Not only can he be physically taken advantage of, but mentally, he's just as vulnerable. Those balls of his are the source of both weaknesses. 

Nate stared and lost himself for a moment, and that's when Carrie struck. Wearing just her short shorts and white sleeveless tee that she feels so sexy in, she sent a 90 degree kick starting at the floor, and ending right at her brother's pelvis. This kick created an echoing SPLAT to consume the room, completely engrossing everyone inside within it. 

Nate felt his body give in and strain at the same time, as he felt himself lose complete control of himself, in a sea of fiery sickness that took away everything inside and around him but testicular anguish, the language spoken around the world. 

Emily heard that sickening sound and felt Nate's body react, tightening then going completely limp a moment later as she found herself unable to keep him up anymore. Emily thought this was so unbearably hot, that she almost came to an orgasm before Nate's wet and soft body even plopped to the floor. 

Carrie loved the feeling of losing her foot in her brother's young and increasingly tender, delicate genitals. The warm fulfillment she underwent as she felt her foot get surrounded in that moist cave in her brother's most personal of places, knowing full well that what she just did rocked his world, and the power she got from watching him react like he just got shot and collapse to the floor, in seering torment, from just a well placed foot that she didn't even put 100% behind. 

Nate lied on the floor, head a couple inches from the tub, and lying on his back in agonizing incapacitation, no longer having any willpower to fight this. He recognized defeat, and ate it. He understands now. He gets the picture. 

"Some Karma... for all of us." Emily said as she licked her lips. 

Emily got to the floor, reached into Nate's underwear and pulled his now flaccid cock out. She began to do everything in her power to bring it back to life, despite the owner of that cock's inability to do anything, nor his willingness to be a man at the moment. 

Carrie heard Nate moan more and more as she watched her friend work her little brother's cock that got fully erect, a modest five and a half inches, at a surprising speed. With her mouth where she wanted it, Emily moved one hand and rubbed her it over Nate's tight and hot, covered with teenage hair, abs and chest, and used her other to pleasure herself once again. 

Carrie closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling and moaned with a flutter as so many thoughts spiraled in her mind, creating this poetic beauty that made her feel so indescribably amazing. 

She opened her eyes and looked down at her brother. She put her barefoot on his balls, putting no pressure on, but creating an obvious wave of pain to wash over Nate by just making contact with his tender plums. Carrie pushed her toes down and around, torturing her little brother as he got his cock pleasured by Emily. This continued for an excruciatingly long amount of time. Nate's eyes were filled with tears again, as he was unsure exactly what he was feeling but he knew there was so much pain in his system, and that he wanted to move on. Even through the flutters, and orgasmic expressions, his balls were making him want to vomit, and he just wanted this all to end. He wanted to go back in time and treat his sister and friend better, he wanted to act nicer to them so they wouldn't take advantage of him like this. He wanted to make sure karma was on his side, because it sure as hell wasn't doing his weak ass any favors right now. 

Slowly, Nate got closer and closer to orgasm and shifted, spasamed, and moaned more and more, letting everyone know that he couldn't hold anything in his swelling orbs for much longer. He was horny before this even started, then he was about to get off, then got interrupted. Now, he was backed up, itching for release and couldn't wait to let loose. 

"AhhAAHHHOooOOOoooOHGod...pleasepleaseletmego. OhfucKMEpleASE!" Nate let out pathetically as he felt himself bursting at the balls. 

Carrie rolled Nate's balls on the floor, pushed her toes in, then began to crush them, flatter and flatter as Nate's voice hollered with more and more panic as everything came exploding onto him at once. His cock erupted like a volcano into Emily's mouth as she moved herself and let the geyser shoot it's load and rain and stain all around it. Emily was in awe of the height this eruption had, and closed her eyes and opened her mouth, like it was snowing, as she let it fall down on her as she found herself cumming for a second time today, in what was only a handful of hours apart, thanks to doing the same thing to two different boys. Making them feel and embrace their masculinity by using what makes them so defiant and sexy against them, to create the most hot and poetic force of nature humanly possible. 

Carrie herself heard her brother's mostly pain laced cry as she pushed down and flattened the family jewels as they spewed what could of been her nieces and nephews all over the floor, on her face, body and in the tub behind them that started this whole thing. She found this to be the perfect mixture and she, herself, came to an orgasm for the 2nd time today. This one, feeling more personal and fulfilling, as she knows Nate deserved this, after years of him being such a boyish prick. Finally, his boyish prick got drained by what makes him such a boyish prick. 

Slowly, everything, calmed down, and Nate lied limp on the floor after being drained of semen, energy, and consciousness. Both Emily and Carrie held their positions as their senses returned and they returned to a flat, base line level. They found themselves turning to the other at the same time. They smiled at the same time and even laughed. Carrie spoke first. 

"Holy fucking shit. I love boys!"

Emily giggled and looked down at Nate, who was sprawled, his face red but unconscious. She looked down his body, his flat and strong abs with a fun amount of teenage hair, his defined but slender arms, his used flaccid cock sitting on the top of his underwear, his balls swollen, and his well crafted legs that curved as they should've. Some of it covered with this gorgeous white sticky semen, that came from that exact ugly looking hose between his legs. 

"Your brother is so fucking hot."

Carrie laughed and looked down at him, and around at the mess he made. 

"I... can't disagree. That was the best I've ever cum."

"We need to do this more often. This is too hot to never do again."

Carrie sighed and nodded her head. She knows that Emily was right. She feels it too. 

"I love boys."