"I think I'll start with you since you like to squeeze balls so much."
Sammy looked worried. "What do you mean, start with me? What's gonna happen?"
Ben needed to show these boys he meant business. They tortured Adam's balls and couldn't just get away with it. He said he'd do what they did back to them, and now was his chance.
"I'm gonna strip you naked like you did to my brother. Then I'm gonna grab your little balls and spank them till they turn blue. Your going to hate those things between your legs by the time I'm done with them."
Sammy's mouth hung wide open. He'd never really been punished for doing something naughty. Sure, his brothers hit him before, lots of times. But he'd only been grounded and gotten his toys taken away, never spanked. Especially not on his front part. The whole idea made Sammy's face turn red.
"You... your gonna, wait no! You...you can't make me naked! And don't you dare touch my nuts!"
"I'll do all your games right back to you, you little shit. Your balls are dead."
Terrified, Sammy started to cry, sobbing softly, trying in vain to cover his face with his tied up hands. The brave boy, willing to do anything to his babysitters, was going to get a beating on his own balls for a change. His stomach ached at the thought.
Ben pulled Sammy's chair back, away from the table.
Startled by the sudden movement, Sammy yelled out, "No, wait! Don't do this to me!"
Ben had no remorse. These little hellions would keep tormenting babysitters unless someone did something worse to them. He had to. He just had to make them pay. Starting with Sammy.
"Time for a spanking, Sammy." Ben untied Sammy's hands from the back of the chair but kept his hands tied up. He pulled Sammy's shirt up over his head, showing his small, skinny chest and back.
"No, no, no! Please no!"
Ben ignored Sammy's plea. He lifted Sammy up and sat down on the chair, placing Sammy on his lap. Sammy looked over at his brothers, a sad frown on his face. He started whimpering quietly and kept mouthing 'no, no, no'. His brothers just stared at him for a bit, then broke their silence.
"You can't do this to us! We're gonna escape and get you back!
"Don't you dare hit Sammy! Only we get to do that!
"I'll kick you in the balls! You're the one who's gonna be crying!"
The boys threats were empty. They were tied up and powerless, but Ben decided to make them shut up anyway. He grabbed his jalapeno juice spray and squirted each of them in the face again. They all cried out in agony, unable to rub their eyes with their hands this time.
"Oh my God! AAAHH!!! Make it stop, make it stop!
"No more taking! Whoever talks gets blasted! Just be quiet and watch."
The boys' eyes flowed with tears. They gritted their teeth and looked at Sammy through their blurry eyes, his shirt off and face scared.
"Now. Let's get you ready for you spanking, Sammy." Ben pulled on Sammy's shirt. It was stuck at his hands since they were tied together. He pulled down anyway, making Sammy stretch backwards, laying down flat across his lap. He kept pulling his shirt down to the ground, then stepped on it, pinning Sammy's hands down.
Instinctively, Sammy started raising his legs up, trying to balance himself. Ben quickly grabbed the front of Sammy's pants. "Not so fast, Sammy! Let's just pull these down."
Ben pulled and yanked on Sammy's pants, working them back and forth, lower and lower while Sammy tried to kick out. Before long, Ben had pulled Sammy's pants down to his ankles, exposing his cute cartoon undies.
Sammy felt the rush of cold air and started freaking out. He wiggled and squirmed on Ben's lap and yelled out, "No way! No way! Don't do this! Let me go!"
Ben grabbed Sammy's ankles and pulled them down between his own legs. Then he squeezed his legs back together, locking Sammy in place. Only Sammy's underwear remained.
Sammy paused for a moment. He could feel his impending doom. His butt was on Ben's leg, barely covered by his undies. His belly and back were curved over, stretching his arms down to the ground and held tight by his shirt under Ben's shoe. His skinny legs were stuck between Ben's strong thighs. He was utterly helpless.
Ben looked at Sammy's crotch. The tight cartoon undies he was sporting outlined his little cock and balls quite well. He wasn't the biggest boy down there, but still plenty of a target to hit. His nuts seemed to be quite developed, actually. Hell, he might even have some hair growing.
Ben lightly touched the waistband of Sammy's underwear. The gentle touch tickled Sammy, making him twitch and squirm again.
Getting more scared, Sammy whispered, "Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait!"
Ben didn't stop. He gripped Sammy's undies and pulled them down slowly, making Sammy's dick and balls flop out. Ben used one hand to pull up on Sammy's dick and the other to pull on his saggy balls. He checked them all over.
"Huh. You do have a few stray hairs around here. Guess you're junk's getting bigger."
Sammy felt Ben fondling his boyhood. He waited, stunned and unable to speak.
Ben grabbed Sammy's loose balls with one hand, squishing them together and tight in the little boy's nearly hairless ballsack. He let go of Sammy's dick with his other hand and made a fist, ready to punch against the plump bare boy balls.
Sammy felt Ben's firm grip on his helpless nuts. He looked up. His balls were stretched above his crotch and he could just barely see them in Ben's hand. He watched in horror as Ben's fist lifted high up in the air.
"Oh my God! No! Not my nuts! Please, no! I'll do anything! Don't hit my balls!" Sammy's scared, red, embarrassed face cried out, watching as Ben's fist burst down right into his tender boy bits.
*THUMP!*
Sammy cried out in sheer pain. "AAAahhh! My balls! Not my balls! Please!"
Been kept hitting Sammy's nuts, wanting to cause as much pain as possible to the tender orbs.
*THUMP!*THUMP!*THUMP!*
Every hit sent Sammy wailing in agony, feeling his testicles tightening and bruising all over. He tried pulling his waist down to save them, but that only made it worse as Ben yanked them up hard, pulling his precious balls up higher into the air.
Over and over, Ben punched Sammy's nuts. Every punch he could feel the smooth saggy skin of Sammy's ballsack slide in between the fingers of his fist.
Sammy tried to get away again, wiggling on Ben's lap. He thrust his hips forward and back, trying desperately to free his middle from the onslaught of ballbusting. His eyes couldn't see well anymore and every hit knocked the breath out of his lungs. He gasped for air like a fish out of water, feeling only the rhythmic beating against his balls.
Ben saw Sammy's balls turning red. "This is good, but it's not enough."
Sammy raised his head up again and said, weakly, "whatdya mean?"
Then Ben reminded Sammy of his promise, "These balls are gonna turn blue, you little prick!"
Ben used both hands together on the helpless boy's balls. He gripped them tightly and squeezed them as hard as he could with one hand on top of the other.
Sammy lost all feeling in the rest of his body. Nothing was real except the excruciating pain rising up from his squished balls up into his abdomen. He couldn't breathe at all. His mouth hung open in tortured silence. The pain lifted higher and higher into his body, feeling every pulse of his heart throbbing through his aching testicles.
Ben crushed Sammy's nuts harder and harder, flattening them in his powerful hands. He felt his arm muscles tighten and get sore as he squeezed every inch of life out of this little jerk's balls.
Then, Sammy couldn't take it anymore. He finally breathed in enough air to make a sound. And what a sound it was. Sammy let out the most long, high-pitched, awful scream ever to leave a boy's mouth.
*SCREEEEEEEECH!*
The sound was absolutely deafening. Ben instantly stopped and the boys at the table all tried to cover their ears.
Sammy let out a few more screams, growing weaker and weaker each time. He cried and sobbed, certain that his tender balls were now completely broken.
Ben let Sammy go all at once, making him slump to the floor in a defeated pile of boyhood sadness. Sammy pulled his tied up hands down between his legs, covering his precious jewels. He whimpered and sobbed, feeling his swollen balls and trying to keep everything from touching them again.
Ben looked down, right in Sammy's face, "Don't get too comfortable. I'm just warming up." Sammy groaned in agony.
Ben looked around the room for something else to do with this boy's nuts. Oh, of course. Simple, yet effective. Ben decided to...
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