She stormed into the kitchen, slamming her purse onto the counter, and glared at her younger brother. "You!" She said, "Come here!" She pointed to her feet, snapping her fingers.

Adam was used to this. After the first week of having to wear the chastity device his sister fitted him with, his frantic attempts for sexual relief began to first bore, then annoy Laurissa. It became so aggravating when he came into her room, naked from the waist down and rubbing his crotch, pleading for the key. She simply couldn't take it after the second week, and silenced him with a quick knee to his already aching groin.

That action sparked something. She realized just how much she could do to him, she didn't even have to bother with his penis, she could just aim low on his nuts. She did, and remarkably so. She tried it barefut, with sneakers, with her chunky heels and pointy stilettos. When she tired with kicks and trying to pry poor Adam off the floor where he was clutching himself, she would quite simply pry his hands from his balls and stomp upon them, grinding them into the ground. She found it immensely stress-relieving.

Today was no different. Classes be damned, all those finicky teachers giving her essays and reports and exams! So much pent up stress couldn't be good for her, and therefore was terribly worse for Adam. He held the soapy plate he was holding, not sure if he should finish it and then go over, or drop everything and hurry up his ball-busting session. His hesitance was not welcomed by Laurissa, who impatiently stamped her ankle-socked foot.

"Adam! You bad boy, I said come here!"

He set down the plate on the counter, and meekly walked over to her, an ache already settling in his balls.

"I don't like this little stunt you pulled, mister. And to think, I was thinking of 'letting you out' early!" Laurissa wouldn't even dream of 'letting him out', which meant unlocking his cock cage for a bit. She enjoyed his suffering far too much.

However, Adam's eyes watered at the realization that he had just ruined his chance at taking this devilish device off of his wanting cock. Already it stood at attention, the plastic sleeve biting into his tender flesh.

Laurissa payed his pained expression no mind; "Strip, Adam."

Quickly, wanting to be brought back into his sister's graces, he lowered his jeans, and then with his thumbs, his boxer-briefs, revealing his long penis, fitted with its girlishly pink chastity contraption. His balls were full and plump, laying underneath as if ripe for the picking. His knees shook as his sister reached for them, her nails looking longer and sharper as ever.

She held them, no, cradled them in her palm for a moment, and then squeezed them mercilessly, her manicured nails digging in deeply. She felt the actual orbs squirm desperately, trying to get away from her deathgrip. Adam's hands flew to his crotch, weakly settling atop of Laurissa's. His knees began to buckle, and a high-pitched squeal erupted from him.

She held them a second longer, then, with a final twist, let them go. She was chuckling at his moans. Adam was lying in the fetal position on the floor, so she crouched down, swatting away his hands that were cupping his nuts. Using only her thumb and forefinger, she picked up one, his left one, and looked at it, as if inspecting a grape. She gave it a sharp squeeze and turn, looking at his face.

"Not much, is it? Look how small it is, Adam! It's almost cute, isn't it? But not as cute as that face you're making." She was taunting him, pinching his poor nuts, and all he could do was squirm and make pathetic mewing noises.

She finally let up, dusting off her knees. She got a coke, and headed back to her room to do some homework.

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