It was a regular Thursday morning at home where my girlfriend Hollie and her sister Claire lived with me. Hollie was at work and I was an apprentice to my work-shy step-dad who never rose before 1pm. Claire, unlike her sister, relied on her beauty and body to get sugar daddies, though her last one got tired of being used and moved on 3 weeks ago, which is what made her move in with her hard-working sister. Hollie was also stunning with perfect curves but would never rely on her looks to get ahead in life.
As it was 9:30 and I knew I wouldn't start work until the afternoon, I headed out back for a morning swim. I noticed Claire watching me for a moment before swanning off to do whatever it is she does. After my swim I jumped in the outside shower (we installed it to stop people walking water through the house). After a thorough wash I grabbed my towel and dried off. I open the door to grab my fresh clothes from the bench but they weren't there. I mean.... are people really still stealing clothes?? Not even from the washing line but the bench right next to my shower!
Quite angrily I wrapped my towel around me and headed inside. I closed the patio door and in the process I feel my towel being ripped off of me. In an instant I grabbed my cock to bend and hide it covering as much as I could while spinning around to see Claire, holding my towel with a grin looking me up and down.
"What the fuck, Claire?"
She just stood eyeing me hungrily.
"Give it back, now!"
She proceeded to hold the towel out for me, knowing full well that I can't reach a hand out without exposing myself. Though what choice did I have? I decided to quickly reach out with my left hand which was mainly covering my balls instead of my right which was covering mostly my bent cock. Though this turned out to be a mistake. As I grabbed the towel, she fought not to let go of it while in a single moment reaching her left hand to grab my balls firmly.
"Claire, stop this!"
She grinned at me a moment longer before finally speaking.
"I'm tired of these games Lewis. I want what I want and I want it now."
Games? What on earth was she talking about? She must have seen the confusion on my face.
"Don't pretend. I know you've seen me dressing sexy for you, brushing up against you, flirting with you."
"Wait, what? You flirt with everyone and you always dress sexy. Now let go!"
"And you. Always wearing clothes to show off your muscles and your huge... huge... cock."
She gave my balls a firm squeeze as she did that.
"Lots of men have accidental bulges Claire! If I notice it I try to make it less noticeable but I can't help my size. Fact is Claire (I spat her name more aggressive that I meant to), I love your sister and would 'never' cheat on her. Now get the fuck off me."
I had never spoke to Claire this way but she was crossing a line. It seems I may have too because she started squeezing her balls. I hunched over and grabbed her arm on instinct to pull it away, though when someone has your balls like that there is no pulling the arm away as the hand just squeezes tighter, more grip for them and more pain for, well, me.
As I grabbed her arm I unintentionally uncovered myself. My cock bounced free and she dropped the towel she was still holding to firmly grab the middle of my cock. Recovering from the pain I told her to let me go.
"You tried remove my hand and you failed. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna let me suck your dick or I'm gonna crush your balls. I will squeeze so hard you'll need a hospital! Put your hands behind your back when you're ready to begin. Or refuse and regret it."
I finally realised a way out of this, a way to make her let go. I reached for her sides and armpits and wriggled my fingers around her flesh. I would tickle her into letting go. Seconds in, she was just looking at me. She must not be ticklish. Fuck.
The result was her squeezing my balls again but not too hard to cause lasting damage. I hurled over in pain supporting myself on her.
"Such a shame. I really didn't want to do this."