I fallowed her into her room where my wife was waiting for us.  I stood in front of my wife and daughter completely naked.  My wife said that last night she had giving me a mild sedative to knock me out.  I asked why and she said that it was so she could collect my sperm so she could get pregnant again and have another girl.  She looked at my daughter and winked at her.

Jenny looked back to me and said that she was going to pop one of my balls and when her sister came of age she would pop my one remaining ball.  I wanted to protest, but my daughter owned my balls.  She walked up to me and grabbed my balls in her hands; she squeezed them while asking me which one she should pop.

I winced in pain and looked back down at her hold my balls.  She told me to hurry up or she would decide for me.  I told her to pop my right testicle.  She laughed and said that is not good enough; get down on your knees and beg me to pop your right ball.  She let go of my balls and I fell to my knees.  I looked up to her and begged her to pop my right testicle.  She looked down at me and said that since I asked nicely she would do it for me.

While I was kneeling down she told me to open my legs up for some kicking.  I spread my legs apart, totally exposing my balls.  They were hanging lower because of the hot water they were just in.  Before she kicked my balls she placed a rubber band around them so they would not be able to move around as much.  She then kicked me square in my balls.  I rolled on to the floor grasping my balls.

She told me get up and get on top of her bed.  We were going to play another game.  She pulled out the dice from the day before and told me the rules.  This game has no way out except for popping your right ball.  The total number on the dice will indicate how many times I will hit you balls; I get to choose how to hit them.  The only way out is the popping of your right ball.  That will happen when both dice came up with ones.

She rolled the first die, a 5, the second die came up a 3, a total of 8.  She thought for a second and told me to stand up.  She walked up to me and opened my legs with her knee and said that she would knee my balls 8 times.  My wife stood behind me to hold me up.  She brought her knee up into my defenseless ball, I tried to fall down but my wife held me up.  Seven more times she kneed my balls.  After the last I fell to the floor.

Before I had a chance to recover, she was rolling the dice.  First came a 6 and another 6.  She looked at me and told me to open my legs up for her.  She reached over and said 12 seconds per ball of squeezing.  She grabbed my left ball, and placed it between her thumb and fingers.  She started to squeeze as I screamed in pain.  When she let go, she said that it is now the chosen ball’s turn.

I rolled in pain from the ball squeezing as she was reaching for the dice.  First came a 1.  She got so excited, that when she rolled the second die it fell off the table, it landed on 5.  I breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, until she said that it was not a legal roll since it fell off the table.  She picked it back up and rolled it again.  It came to rest with the number 1.

She screamed in pure joy.  She gave me choices in how I wanted her to pop my right ball.  My choices were standing with no shoes on, standing with high heels on, clamps, or squeezing.  I was still in shock that my daughter was going to be popping one of my balls, and it took some time for me to process the question she asked.  I asked her how she wanted to pop daddy’s ball.  She said standing with high heels.  I told her to do it that way.

She told me once again to beg her to pop my right ball with her high heels.  I begged her to pop my right testicle with her high heels.  She smile and said ok.  She went into the closet and pulled out a pair of red high heels.  Mean while my wife tied up my balls and separated them so the left ball would go unharmed for the time being.  My daughter walked up to me and placed her heel on my right testicle.

I looked up to her and she looked down at me, the moment our eyes met she placed all her weight on my right testicle.  I screamed in pain and tried to pull away, but my wife held me in place.  She I looked back at my daughter who was smiling as she was ending half of my manhood.  Just as I was about to pass out from the pain I heard little pop and everything went black.

I woke up the next day with a huge pain in my balls.  I reached for them, but before my hand got to them my wife told me not to touch down there.  It was still pretty sensitive.  Shortly there after my daughter cam into the room and thanked me for letting her pop my testicle.  She said by next month she could go back to kicking me in my balls, oops I mean you ball.  My daughter and wife laughed at that little mistake.

All I could do now is wait for my wife to have another baby girl and for her to pop my remaining testicle.  In the mean time, my daughter still owned my other ball to play with whenever and how ever she wanted to.  It was going to be long time till my other ball was to be popped.