Lisa told Suzy to grab my left ball, and she would grab my right ball. They both grabbed their ball and squeezed. I cried in pain. I looked down to see both my daughters holding my balls. Suzy asked if she came from my left ball and Lisa came from my right ball? Lisa laughed as she continued to squeeze my right ball. As their hands were getting tired their grip started to weaken.

After what felt like an hour they let go of my balls. Suzy pulled my balls forward so they were hanging off the front of the chair. My balls were just hanging out in the open as my daughters were planning what to do next. I tried to talk some sense into them say that I would not punish them if they let me go. However, it did not work. They kept planning what to do next.

With my balls hanging over the edge, they decided they wanted to play a game. They got some dice and made the rules. The first die will determine how many times. The second die will determine what to do. 1 is a rubber band slap, 2 is a hand slap, 3 is a punch, 4 is a finger flick, 5 is a ruler, and 6 is a wooden spoon. If both roll a 6 then everything is done 6 times. If it is both come up with a 1, the game is over.

Lisa took one die, and Suzy the other die. They rolled, the first came up a 3 and the second came up a 2. Both Lisa and Suzy slapped my balls three times. They rolled again, first was a 1 and then a 4. Once again Suzy took the left ball and Lisa the right. They cocked their fingers back and flicked each testicle. The pain was worse then the slapping.

Before I had a chance to recover the game continued. First came a 6, I hoped the next would not be a 6, it was a 5. Lisa took out a ruler from her back-pack and walked over to me. She knelt down in front of me and pulled the ruler back. 1…2…3…4…5…6. I was out of breath, then Suzy took the ruler and pulled it back. 1…2…3…4…5…6. I was about to pass out. They both looked up at me and asked if my balls hurt. I could not answer because of the pain I was in.

The game continued after a short break to let me recover. During the break, they were both on the computer researching some more techniques. They returned and they rolled the dice. First was a 2 and second was a 1. Suzy got the rubber band from the newspaper and with her two fingers stretched over my left testicle and pulled it back. Snap…snap. I started to tear up. Lisa grabbed the rubber band and placed it over my right testicle and pulled back. Snap…snap. I was crying in pain.

With red marks on my balls they rolled again. First the number 1, I hoped for an another 1 and it was a 1. They were disappointed that the game was over, however, were happy to be moving on. They let me recover while they did more research. I could not see what they were doing, but just heard some talking and some giggling. They walked over to me and told me that they were not going to hit my balls for a while; however, they were still going to be sore.

Suzy walked up to me and took hold of my flaccid penis. She started to stroke it faster and faster. It was getting harder and harder and she just kept stroking. Just as I was getting ready to explode she stopped. She looked at me and laughed, she told her sister she has to do this, and the look on dads face is priceless. Lisa waited 10 minutes before she started to stroke me. Once again my penis was about to explode and she let go. My balls were starting to ache as my daughters were playing tease and denial with me.

For the rest of the day they continued to stroke me and stop just before exploding. Suzy noted that my balls were getting bigger and a shade of blue. I was moaning because of the pain of not releasing. Lisa told me that the extra sperm would help buffer my balls when they start busting them again. My balls had a shade of blue and were about twice their normal size when they decided to call it a day. I was happy that it was over, but I had no idea of what was to come the next day.

To be continued...