Brother-Sister Glory Hole Bust: Sebastian and Danielle, Part 2

Link to Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/fz3xYTw0ao

Every time Danielle checked her bank account, she smiled. After posting a 30 second trailer on OnlyFans of busting her little brother’s balls—without actually knowing it was her brother—over 200 followers paid her $20 each to watch the full video, earning her more than $5,000 in just five days.

She was thrilled, but not entirely surprised, with the video’s performance. Her previous content with other college guys was simply not as good. Those boys, on average, endured three to five minutes each of light to medium ball slaps before they couldn’t take it anymore. Sebastian, on the other hand, endured fifteen minutes of severe CBT and also came from it. And Danielle’s iPhone captured all of it in 4K resolution.

The windfall opened her eyes to how much she could earn if she kept selling high-quality CBT videos on OnlyFans in addition to whatever she chose to do with her life after grad school. Of course, she couldn’t make high-quality ballbusting videos without a high-quality ballbustee, someone who could truly taking a beating. These were the thoughts that were swirling around her brain on Sunday afternoon while lounging in the living room with Sebastian.

“Hey Bash, you want some twizzlers?” she asked her brother.

They were lying head-to-toe on the same couch, facing each other. A marathon of “The Traitors” was playing in the background. The siblings were enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon, watching TV here and there, but mostly occupied with their respective phones.

“Yes, please,” Sebastian replied.

She passed him a handful of her Red Vines, then opened FetLife, where she went by “Amber” instead of Danielle.

“Hey, stud,” she wrote, unaware that the “stud” in question was right across from her on the couch.

Sebastian was scrolling through Instagram and thirstily hitting the “like” button on the pictures of just about every hot, bikini-clad girl he could find when Amber’s message popped up. He opened FetLife, where he went by the name “Bash My Balls,” which was a subtle nod to his real name.

Bash My Balls: “Hi, goddess!”

Amber: “You haven’t sent me any pics today...”

Bash My Balls: “I’m so sorry! I was trying not to spam you since I’ve been messaging you every single day. What kind of pic would you like?”

“A pic of your family jewels,” she replied, unaware of the irony in referring to his testicles that way.

Every day since their first encounter, Sebastian sent her pictures of his genitals. She welcomed it because she enjoyed seeing how much damage she’d done. The first picture was wild. The bruises on his cock and balls were blue, purple, and even black. But then, day by day, the bruises slowly dissolved into various shades of yellow and green. Sebastian went into his camera roll and sent her a picture of his cock, balls, and abs that he’d just taken that day.

“Looks like your bruises are pretty much gone now,” she replied. “Maybe it’s time for me to give you some new ones.”

Bash My Balls: “Yes, goddess! Can I see a picture of you, too? Pretty please?”

Danielle went into her camera roll looking for a selfie she’d taken in the shower that morning. It was a picture of her soapy torso, from her tits down to her pussy. She sent the photo to “Bash My Balls” on FetLife while simultaneously handing Sebastian another handful of her strawberry twizzlers.

Bash My Balls: “Jesus! You are so beautiful and sexy, goddess. I wish you were here with me rn.”

Amber: “If I was, what would I be doing?”

“We’d be lying on the couch together,” he replied ironically. “Opposite ends, my legs spread apart. You’d be holding my ankles and pounding your heel against my balls.”

Amber: “That sounds like something I would do. Meet me the rest stop tonight. I’ll give you the pounding you deserve… I’ll turn those big college boy balls of yours into mush.”

As he read her message, he placed a small pillow over his lap. He was getting hard in his shorts and didn’t want his sister to notice it.

Bash My Balls: “I’m all yours, goddess. What time do you want me to be there?”

Amber: “When I tell you.”

Hours passed. It was brutal not knowing what time she wanted him at the glory hole. From 11 p.m. until midnight, he watched copious amounts of porn but resisted the urge to jerk off, knowing that if he emptied his balls he might chicken out and not go to the rest stop.

Across the hallway, Danielle was in her bedroom, debating what to wear. She believed most of her followers would pay even more than $20 per person if she were naked in the next video, so she decided to just throw on a little black dress from Zara with no underwear and no bra. That way, she could just take off the dress when she was in the bathroom stall and be totally naked except for her shoes. She exited her bedroom and tiptoed out of the house.

Ten minutes later, she typed: “I’m at the rest stop. You can come now. Same stall as last time.”

Sebastian let go of his erection, switched from Pornhub to FetLife, and responded: “I am on my way, goddess!”

He pulled on some baggy jeans with no underwear, a black wifebeater, and his Nike slides. Remembering how sweaty he’d gotten the last time, he rolled some extra deodorant under his arms. Then he grabbed a bottle of cologne from his nightstand, spraying it one time on his throat and one time on the light brown pubes above his cock.

He tiptoed out of the house and drove away in his truck without noticing his sister’s Mazda was gone. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the rest stop. The place was so neglected. Most of the exterior lighting was busted. He saw a sedan in the far corner of the lot, but it was so dark outside he couldn’t even tell what color it was.

Danielle was fully naked in the stall except for her white On Cloud sneakers. There was no way in hell she was putting her bare feet on that disgusting floor. She had just finished mounting her iPhone and a small ring light on the wall when she heard the door of the stall next to hers open and close. She pressed the record button on her phone.

Sebastian took a deep breath and let his jeans fall to the floor. Then he stepped forward and put his long, soft cock and his smooth, heavy low hangers through the glory hole.

“Welcome back,” Danielle said, grasping her little brother’s balls with both hands and squeezing them hard.

Sebastian closed his eyes and let out a long moan. His balls, it turned out, were still extremely tender from the last time. He still found her voice incredibly familiar, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He briefly wondered if she was a girl from one of his classes.

Releasing his balls, she raised her arm, twisted her body, and backhanded his cock as hard as she could. He groaned loudly. His cock smacked off of the wall. She backhanded it again from the other direction.

Then she grabbed his balls, squeezed them hard, and twisted them all the way around. He gasped. He could feel things in his scrotum now that he couldn’t normally feel, namely his testicular arteries and his spermatic cords wrapping around each other. She abruptly let go of his balls and everything quickly untwisted on its own.

Then the hard smacking began. Sebastian grabbed the top of the dividing wall and groaned desperately through gritted teeth as she smacked his balls, as hard as she could, over and over and over. The pain aroused him, and so did the slapping sounds. He felt a huge volume of blood rushing to his penis, filling it up, making it long and stiff on the other side of the wall.

She smacked and backhanded both his cock and his balls for several minutes while he moaned and groaned. Being naked, she could feel her large tits bouncing around a lot, which she knew her followers were going to love when they watched it on OnlyFans later. After a while, her hands became red and sore, so she decided to give them a rest for a while.

She took a few steps back and then kicked her little brother’s stiff, eight and a half inch cock with the top of her sneaker as hard as she could. His swollen member smacked loudly off of the wall. He screamed in pain. She kicked it again and again. He put his forehead against the wall, gasping with every kick, knowing his cock was definitely going to be black and blue in the morning from all this abuse.

“Do you like how I kick the shit out of your cock?” she asked in the tone of a sadistic bully. She knew that a lot of her followers liked it if she got super verbal during the CBT.

“Yes, goddess,” he replied weakly and quietly.

“Good,” she said. “You’re just a toy for my amusement.”

She turned around and pressed her back against the dividing wall, pulling his cock and balls between her legs with both hands. She crossed one leg over the other and squeezed his massive balls between her firm thighs as hard as possible. Sebastian cried out in pain.

She looked down and was momentarily distracted by the fact that his eight and a half inch cock had the exact same skin tone as her stomach and thighs. The match was so exact that that it almost looked like it was her dick and not somebody’s else’s, which made her chuckle.

She squeezed his balls between her thighs for several minutes. Then she turned around, dropped to her knees, and cupped them in her hand. There was something a lot of her followers on OnlyFans had been asking her to do, and she wanted to make them happy in order to maximize her earnings.

“I’m gonna bite your balls now and chew on them,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Oh fuuuck,” Sebastian moaned.

He was terrified. Nobody had ever bitten or chewed on his balls before. He wasn’t sure if he could handle it. On top of that, it suddenly occurred to him that they’d never even discussed a safe word in case he wanted her to stop.

He felt her suck his big balls out of the palm of her hand into her warm, wet mouth. She used her tongue to position them between her teeth on either side. Then she used just a small fraction of her jaw strength to bite down on them, and he instantly felt a pain unlike anything he had ever experienced.

“Gahhhhh fuuuuuck!” He howled in pain.

She loved the feeling of his squishy balls between her teeth. There was a firmness to them, but she knew that she could easily pop them if she wanted to. That knowledge made her feel incredibly powerful, which in turn made her feel extremely aroused. She could tell he was also aroused by the way his cock throbbed against her cheekbone as she clenched and unclenched her jaw in a chewing motion.

Eventually, she needed to breathe, and she couldn’t breathe through her mouth while it was filled with such enormous balls. So she inhaled through her nostrils instead, and she caught a whiff of his sexy cologne since it was right there on his pubes. There were notes of sandalwood, lavender, vanilla, orange blossom… The scent was very pleasant, but it seemed incredibly familiar as well.

Her eyes flew open. And as her jaw dropped, his low hangers fell out of her mouth. They slapped wetly against the wall eight inches below the glory hole. He moaned in relief that the chewing had stopped. Jean Paul Gaultierre, she thought, the cologne I’m smelling is Jean Paul Gaultierre. She could picture the man-shaped bottle on her brother’s nightstand.

Immediately, clues started snapping together like puzzle pieces: his voice, his cologne, his Nike slides, his skin tone that matched up with hers, his username that had the word “bash” in it—was that literal or was it a double entendre? Sometimes she called her little brother Bash instead of Sebastian. Why had she not made any of these connections before?

She thought back to Tuesday night. Suddenly she could hear the sound of his engine ticking in the driveway, a memory she didn’t even know she had till just now. She stared in shock at the cock and balls that were right in front of her.

“No,” she whispered, not realizing she said it out loud.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked.

She lunged forward and brutally stomped his balls into the wall with her heel. Sebastian screamed and began to gag on his cough.

“Be quiet!” she yelled. “I just needed a break!”

He managed to stop coughing and said, “Yes, goddess.”

Her eyes widened. His “yes, goddess” sounded so much like her brother’s “yes, please” when she’d offered him twizzlers earlier. No, she thought, I MUST be wrong about this.

She was keenly aware that the camera was still recording. She made a conscious decision that her best course of action for right now was to tell herself that it was NOT Sebastian and just quickly finish the video as quickly as possible.

She stepped forward and grabbed his cock with her left hand. She balled her right hand into a fist and started punching his balls as hard as she could. He howled in pain.

“Oh, fuuck!” he said. “Oh, god!”

The way she smashed her knuckles so hard and so fast into his balls, as if she truly wanted to ruin them, turn them into mush, quickly made him orgasm. A long rope of cum shot out of his cock and hit her right in the mouth, making her flinch. She turned her head and spit it out, making a sour face because of its salty aftertaste.

She continued punching his balls, harder and faster. His eyes rolled back. He nutted all over her tits and stomach. She could feel its warmth on her as it slid between her legs, coated her pussy, and dripped down her inner thighs.

He pushed himself away from the wall, panting and gasping. His cock slipped between her fingers and his balls plopped back onto his own side of the wall.

“Ohhh fuuuuck,” he said. His balls weren’t mush, but his brain was. “Thank you, goddess. Thank you so much.”

“Go home,” she said. “We’re done for tonight.”

He pulled up his pants and stumbled out of the bathroom. As soon as she heard him leave, she ran to the exit. She peeked outside and smothered a gasp with her hand as she watched him climb into his truck. She saw his face and there was just enough light to know, without a doubt, that it was her brother.

As Sebastian drove away, his headlights briefly illuminated a red Mazda. “What the fuck?” he whispered, recognizing not only the model and color, but also the license plate number.

The drive home felt surreal. He tried to convince himself that he was misremembering Danielle’s plate number. But he thought about how familiar her voice had sounded and things started clicking into place. A few minutes later, he turned onto his street and his heart sank because was no red Mazda in front of his house. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

He started flipping through the pictures that “Amber” had sent him. He’d never bothered to scrutinize the background of her photos, but now he went through them with a fine-toothed comb. And it turned out almost every photo had a background item of some kind, even if it was just a small, blurry detail: the edge of a nightstand, the top of a laundry basket, a particular brand of shampoo in the shower. He limped around the house and was able to verify half a dozen items in minutes.

He heard a car pull into the driveway and went to his darkened bedroom. He peeked out the window. It was indeed his sister. He climbed into bed very carefully, trying not to knock his balls around too much because they were aching badly.

Okay, this isn’t the end of the world, he thought to himself. She doesn’t know it’s me, and she never has to know.

He thought about the situation for a long time. The whole thing was so fucked up, but he had to admit the orgasms he’d had from her CBT were like dying and going to heaven. Nothing else came even close.

He shook his head, but then he thought about it some more. He couldn’t believe it, but … he kind of … still wanted it to continue, even now that he knew the truth of the matter. But he also knew that if he did, he’d have to be very careful because he would be horrified if she ever found out it was him.

Across the hallway, Danielle was doing a lot of thinking as well. She was standing in her bathroom and trying to remove Sebastian’s cum from all over her body. No matter how much she wiped away, it always seemed like there was more.

At least he doesn’t know it was me, she thought to herself. Thank god for that.

She was totally mortified about the whole thing, but she had to admit to herself that she’d enjoyed the CBT with Sebastian far more than she had with those other guys. His ability to take a beating down there and still want more was just … insane.

And then there was the money as well. She would make an absolute fortune if she kept going. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she kind of didn’t really care that it was Sebastian. She would have preferred that it wasn’t because of all the complications it introduced, but the more she reflected on it, the more she was … okay with it.

After a while, she decided she wanted to keep it going, but would have to be careful to make sure he didn’t find out it was her. For starters, it was incredibly lucky, she felt, that he had failed to recognize her car not just once, but twice. She’d have to do something about that for the go forward. Use Uber, maybe? The driver would probably think it’s insane for somebody to Uber to a rest stop, especially that one, but what choice did she have?

She opened her FetLife app. Across the hallway, Sebastian did the same. As crazy as it was, she decided she wanted to try to keep this thing going, and she felt 99% sure that he had no idea it was her. Otherwise, why would he have met her there a second time? She typed him a message and hit send.

Amber: “You did well tonight.”

Sebastian received her message and breathed a sigh of relief. She doesn’t know, he thought. He wrote back to her the way he would have if he didn’t know anything.

Bash My Balls: “Thank you, goddess.”

She thought for a moment, then wrote: “Do you think you will want to do it again?”

His heart pounded. Whatever he chose to say in response, it felt like a heavy decision. There was already so much physical danger in this arrangement, and now there’d be the additional risk that she might inadvertently find out it was him one day. He really wished that she was just a random stranger, but she wasn’t and he couldn’t change that.

He imagined what it might be like to do it again at the rest stop while knowing the entire time that it was Danielle on the other side of that glory hole. Would he be able to enjoy it in the same way, knowing that it was her? He wasn’t sure, but he thought that he probably would. For several long minutes, he agonized over what to do.

Then, finally, he answered her question.

“Yes, goddess.”