After I was giving some time to recover from my daughters ball kicking they dragged me into the kitchen.  I knew that I was in trouble when I saw the smirk on my wife’s and daughter’s faces.  They sat me down in a chair and tied my arm behind me and tied my legs open.  My balls were very sore and because of that they were very close to my body.  Jenny got mad that my balls were not hanging low anymore.

My wife got an idea and ran to the medicine cabinet and returned with a bottle of muscle heat cream.  She told my daughter to make sure that I was tied down tight.  Lisa poured some into her hand and lathered it on to my balls.  For the first minute it was not that bad, and then all hell broke loose on my balls.  They were burning up I felt that they were on fire.  I yelled and tried to get free to no avail.

After about 10 minutes of hell my wife walked up and rinsed them off so there would be no greasy residue left on my balls.  By now my balls were as low as I had ever seen them.  They were hanging over the edge of the chair.  My daughter was now smiling, and ready for some fun.

She looked around the kitchen for some new toys she could use on my balls.  She first saw wood spoon.  She grabbed it, then my balls.  She lifted up her hand and swung at my balls.  I cringed in pain as she hit my tender balls.  She continued that for about 10 minutes till my balls were red and swollen.  The only relief I got what when she was done she would take some time to find the next item.

Next she walked up with a hand full of rubber bands.  She started at the base of my cock and worked her way down my balls.  When she got near the bottom she separated each of my balls into their own bag.  She stood back to admire her work as my balls glistened in the light.  She looked up at me and told that my balls have no where to hide now.

She walked away as my wife watch in pure enjoyment of my discomfort.  Lisa walked up to me to admire her daughters work.  She told me that this was for her enjoyment and learning and that I was to respect that no matter what she wants to do to my balls.  All I could do was agree with what my wife said.  Jenny returned with 2 screw clamps, I gulped in fear.

Before she did anything my wife told her that I had giving my balls to her to play with when ever she wants.  My daughter looked at me and asked if that was true, and what could I say with the position I was in.  I told her that my balls were hers to do with what she pleases.  She smiled and thanked me with a smack to my stretched out balls.  I winced in pain.

She then opened up one clamp and placed it on my left ball.  She tightened it till it hung off of my ball.  She then did the same to my right ball.  She wanted to play a game with my balls.  She picked up a pair of dice and some paper to write out the rules.  She would roll the dice to see how many turns to turn on the clamps.  The only way out of the game was snake eyes.  If an even number came up it would me half the turns for one ball and half for the other, if it came up odd once again split in half but each clamp would get half a twist to make up the difference.

She rolled the first die, 4, I was already in pain, and the second die was 2, for a total of 6.  First she clamped my right ball 3 turns, then my left.  I felt that they were going to pop.  She rolled again, first came a 1, I was excited that it could end, and then a 6, a total of 7.  She decided to do one twist per ball, fallowed by the half twist.  I looked down at my balls to see that they were only about 1 inch thick; they are normally about 1.5 inches thick.  I was in fear for my balls.

She took another roll as I pondered that fate of my balls.  The first one was a 6, the second one was also a 6, for total of 12.  She looked at my balls started the twists, when she was done she told me that the last couple of twist were very hard to do.  I looked down at my balls in fear that they would be gone.  They were now down to about .75 inches thick.  She grabbed the dice to roll again.

I watched the first die land on a 1.  She rolled the second die, which landed on a 1.  I was so happy.  She got mad and reached over to my balls and started to twist the clamps off.  I watched her do it and she first started do it the wrong way and tightening them more I screamed in pain.  She then realized her mistake and took off the clamps.  My balls expanded back into shape.

She took off the rubber bands which have been on my balls for almost 30 minutes, as the blood rushed back into my balls the pain got worse.  She laughed at how purple they had gotten and slapped them back to life.  As she was slapping my balls she asked her mom what she should do next to my balls.  She thought for a second and told her to go get some rope.

My daughter ran off into the garage to get some rope as I sat there with my wife.  She reached over and inspected my balls and said that there appeared to me no damage done.  She told me that her pussy was so wet, and when Jenny was playing the dice game she nearly orgasmed with every twist.  She grabbed my balls and reminded me that they belong to Jenny now.