Chores for the boys 
By jdean72000@yahoo.com



An update of Hardie's story, 2 muscular brothers are physically and sexually
overpowered and ballbusted by their 2 smaller female cousins.

Greg looked at his cousins scornfully. He and his brother Paul had arrived the
previous evening to stay for a couple of weeks with their aunt Margaret and
her two twin daughters, Susan and Sandra. Now there was an argument about
clearing up the breakfast dishes as Margaret had to go to work, leaving the
kids to sort things out for themselves.

"Washing up is a girl's job," said Greg. "Anyway, Paul and I are here on
holiday, so why should we do the dishes?"

Susan's eyes blazed as she faced up to the boy who was three years older than
her 18 years, almost a foot taller and 60 lbs heavier. She wore a white crop
top, which showed off her smoothly tanned stomach, a navy blue mini-skirt
which ended half way down her sturdy young thighs, white calf-length socks and
trainers. Her blonde ponytail flicked around her shoulders as, hands on hips,
tiny breasts thrusting forwards, she told the young man and his brother that
they should do their share of the household chores.

Sandra, dressed in the same way, nodded in agreement, while Paul, a well-built
20 year old, backed up his elder brother.

"You'll help while you're here," said Susan firmly, "or else..."

"Or else what," scorned Greg. "What are you going to do. Beat us up?" He
smirked at his brother.

"Maybe," said Susan. She looked at her sister. "I think we could beat them,
don't you? They're only boys!"

"Easy," said Sandra, "but I expect they're too scared to fight us."

She went up to the 20 year old, who was a good head and shoulders taller than
the girl, and stared up at him. "Too scared to fight, aren't you! BOY!"

Paul wriggled uncomfortably under the tiny girl's gaze. "I'm not scared of a
little girl like you," he blustered. "I'd just be scared of hurting you too
much."

"Like this, you mean," said Sandra and kicked him lightly on the shin.

"Ouch!" he cried, "you little..."

"Hold it," commanded Greg. He looked at the girls. "If you really want to
fight us, then let's go outside. Winners don't do any chores, O.K.?"

He was quite confident he'd end this nonsense about boys doing dishes and
things once and for all. After all, he was a state champion wrestler who had
beaten male opponents way stronger and tougher than these little girls. Maybe
he'd just give the girl a bit of a spanking and finish it. He'd like that. 'I
expect she would too,' he thought smugly.

"Right!" agreed Susan. "No holds barred. Winners rule, O.K.?"

Once outside, the girls removed their skirts and limbered up in their dark
blue cotton briefs. The girls had trim figures with tanned, sturdy legs. They
knew their near nudity was having a disconcerting effect on their male
opponents and flaunted their bodies shamelessly.

Greg and Paul were well built. Greg had taken up bodybuilding as a teenager
and now at 21 was heavily muscled about the shoulders and upper arms, as the
girls could see when he took off his T shirt. Well-developed thighs protruded
from his beach shorts, and his stomach rippled with 6-pack abs. He also
thought flaunting his body would have an effect on the girls and he was right.
Susan and Sandra both thought their muscular male cousin was incredibly hot
and loved the way he filled out his tight beach shorts.

Paul was a bit leaner than his brother but still very muscular. As he also
took off his shirt, he looked a most formidable opponent for an 18-year-old
girl to tackle. The girls also ogled him which he was well aware of and wasn't
sure if he liked it or not.

"Right," said Susan. "Let's fight!"

And she stormed into her large, male opponent, throwing punches at his head.

Taken completely by surprise, Greg raised his arms to protect himself from the
girl's onslaught and left himself wide open.

With calm deliberation, Susan steadied herself by grasping the boy's thick
upper arms with both hands, then drove her knee savagely into Greg's
unprotected balls.

The muscular young man folded up with a cry of male anguish, hands diving for
his searing testicles, and was sent reeling sideways as the little girl
smashed her foot into his descending face. Giving him no respite, and no
chance to recover his wits, the female fury danced after the reeling boy,
slamming her feet and fists into his muscular body with devastating speed.

Greg crashed into the wall of the house and covered up. His brain was reeling
with pain and confusion. He was being attacked by a girl half his size and he
was actually cowering from her.

He pulled himself together, straightened up and fired his balled fist at the
girl's pretty face. Susan easily ducked under his swing then, picking her
spot, buried her own small fist into the boy's balls, once, twice, then into
his face as he howled with pain and doubled over in agony.

She grasped the handsome hunk's hair, held his head in position, then brought
her knee up with a vicious jerk and smashed it into the bridge of his nose
with a satisfying thud.

Greg's legs gave way as he started to black out, and he sprawled backwards
onto the ground, his crotch bulging invitingly. Mercilessly, the lithe young
tomboy stepped into the V of the boy's spread-eagled legs and stomped down
into his cock with all her might. Greg's mouth gawped in agony but no sound
came out as his brain cut out the pain by sending him completely unconscious.

Susan took no time to celebrate her triumph over her husky male opponent, but
turned to help her little sister. Sandra had always been smaller, less
athletic and less confident than Susan. Susan wasn't sure she could take on
Paul. She needn't have bothered.

Sandra had attacked at the same instant as her sister, launching a devastating
kick into the shin she'd lightly tapped before. Then, as the boy cried out in
pain, she danced nimbly to one side, slid her hand under his buttocks and
grasped the young man's dangling balls through the thin cotton of his beach
shorts. Gleefully the girl pulled the helpless boy backwards round the lawn.
The 18-year-old girl had total control over the 20-year-old stud, who had to
move in the direction she pulled or suffer the agony of having his balls
squashed by her strong little fingers. Eventually, the boy stumbled. Sandra
automatically tightened her grip to stop him dragging her down with him, and
squeezed. The pain in the boy's balls was excruciating. He screamed in agony
as he tried to pull the girl's fingers loose, but she pulled him back and
forced the boy to stagger backwards across the lawn once more. Susan could not
have been more proud of her sister.

'Time to finish him off,' thought Sandra. She stopped, much to the relief of
her helpless victim. "Get down on your hands and knees," ordered the young
vixen, giving his tortures testicles an encouraging squeeze and pulling them
downward as the muscular hunk obeyed. He was sobbing with pain and the shame
of being forced to take orders from a chit of a girl two years younger than
him. Sandra bent down with him, maintaining her grip on his aching nuts. As
soon as her male cousin was on all fours, the girl, quick as a cat, let go
with her hand and swung her foot into the boy's balls with all her might.
Paul's whole body convulsed in agony, then he sprawled unconscious on the
lawn. Exultantly the girls exchanged high fives.

"Let's strip them," said Susan, and the girls removed the shorts and trainers
from the hapless young men, finishing just as their defeated cousins started
to regain consciousness. The girls giggled as they pointed at the males'
swollen testicles drooping between their muscular thighs. The girls stood over
their respective adversaries, the victorious little girls standing
triumphantly over the naked bodies of their large male opponents, opponents
whom the girls had so easily defeated in combat. Yet victory was not enough.
The girls wanted to destroy the boys as fighters, to break them both
physically and mentally so that they'd never challenge the girls' superiority
again.

Greg came round to discover Susan in the process of turning him over. She held
his right wrist, and, using the length of the boy's arm as a lever, twisted
his limb in a clockwise direction. Groggily, the young man tried to resist the
girl's pressure, but she had too much leverage for him. To avoid the awful
pain she inflicted on his arm, the boy flopped over onto his stomach, crying
out in frustration at yet another defeat at the hands of the girl. Susan
jerked her victim's arm up behind his back, still twisting, forcing the young
man's powerful arm to bend to her will. Greg screamed as he felt his ligaments
tear as his limb was destroyed by the terrible little tormentress. Calmly
Susan let go the boy's useless arm and burrowed her hand between his thick
thighs and beefy buttocks to grasp hold of his balls.

"Put your other arm behind you back," she ordered, applying pressure to the
athlete's aching testicles. Tears streaming down his face, the boy gave in and
let the vicious young tomboy have his good arm to destroy.

His arms useless, Susan made him roll onto his back, and stood over her supine
victim, legs apart, hands on hips, looking down on the powerfully muscled body
of the shattered young man she'd defeated, marveling at the ease of her
victory.

Sandra had immobilised her victim by the simple process of lashing his wrists
together with the laces from his captured trainers. He too was on his back,
and the girl was crouched between his spread legs fondling his damaged balls
with her silky little fingers, watching with wonder as his cock swelled up out
of its mound of pubic hair and stretched upwards towards the boy's stomach.

The girl had never had a boyfriend and had never seen a naked male before. Now
she was experiencing the excitement of smashing a powerful young man to
ignominious defeat in physical combat, then watching him respond sexually to
her treatment of his balls. She had found instinctively that, by controlling a
male's testicles, she had the choice of inflicting either extreme pain or
extreme pleasure on her victim. She exulted in the power she had over the
defeated boy and wanted more. She reached out and grasped the hunk's thick,
throbbing cock. He gasped at her touch and looked down to see his tiny female
cousin yanking roughly on his rock-hard dick.

"Don't play with him," Susan whispered into her sister's ear. "Destroy him.
Break him so he'll never want to tangle with you again. Wreck his arms, then
he won't be able to fight for ages, and you'll have control."

Obeying her sister, Sandra let go of Paul's dick, much to his disappointment.
She turned her hunky cousin onto his stomach. "Over you go, big cousin," she
purred. "I'm just going to work on your lovely, strong arms for a while. I'll
get back to your cock later." She mussed his hair playfully. "You'll like
that, won't you!"

Then she drove her cousin's arms up behind his back with all her strength
until he screamed in agony and begged her to stop as his tears flowed into the
lawn. When she was sure she'd rendered the boy's arms useless, Sandra untied
his wrists, turned him over onto his back and stood over him as sobs wracked
the once proud boy's shattered body. To her amazement, his cock still stood up
in an enormous erection. She flicked the boy's cock with her foot.

"You like being beaten up by a little girl, don't you cousin," she said.
"Which is good because I like beating you up and I'm going to beat you up lots
and lots."

Greg also had a huge hard on. He gazed up, through his tears at the slender
but shapely body of the girl who'd smashed him to defeat and felt a surge of
fear and excitement he'd never experienced before. Here he was, a powerful
young male warrior who had spent hours in the gym developing his intimidating
male strength, lying in tears at the feet of a young girl, three years his
junior and half his size. And the sight of her standing proudly over him,
tanned legs wide apart, hands on hips, twanged his libido and raised his cock
in tribute to her victory.

Susan lowered herself onto the boy's barrel like chest and began smacking his
face backwards and forwards. Tiring of that, she smashed a couple of punches
into his face with her tiny fist until he begged her to stop. She continued
until she ensured the boy's black eyes and bloody nose would show the pounding
she'd given him for a long time to come, then she rose lithely from his
whimpering frame and kicked his legs wide apart. Sandra was following her
sister's lead, and completed the pounding of Paul's tear-stained face at the
same time as Susan stood up. Sandra hit Paul's face a couple of times more,
then got to her feet.

Both boys were sobbing uncontrollably as they lay spread eagled at the feet of
their girl conquerors.

"Right, boys," announced Susan, in a voice which brooked no disobedience, "you
are now going to show us girls how nicely you wank yourselves off."

"Oh, lovely!" Sandra shuddered with pleasure at the thought of the muscular
boys having to degrade themselves in front of the slender little girls. "Grab
your cocks, boys, and WANK!"

Terrified, their spirits broken by the merciless young girls who had beaten
them, the boys complied. In no time at all their powerful male bodies spasmed
with climax, first Paul, then Greg and they pumped their semen into the air in
great spurting globules.

The girls hugged each other with delight, then stepped into the Vs formed by
the twitching boys' legs, drew back their own shapely tanned limbs and smashed
their feet into the boys' dangling balls. As their victims screamed in pain
and despair and writhed in agony on the lawn, the girls ran giggling and
laughing into the house, leaving the boys broken and crying, smashed to
ignominious defeat by a couple of little girls.