Janani Loses Her Temper With Anjan And I – Part 10
femdom, gay, sex slave

This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at [email protected]. “You are not going anyfuckinghwere. I need your balls, and I need them here so I can fucking squeeze them dry. Is that clear, motherfucker?” That Janani was pissed was evident from the fact that my balls were being squeezed worse than they have ever been. But this wasn’t her just being pissed, it was evident that she was distraught and is acting out by hurting me more. She wanted to make it clear to me that she should be the only one controlling my life and no one else. Which is kinda why she had her index and middle finger in my mouth, depressing my tongue and reaching right into my throat, while I tried my best not to gag, and why her face was right next to mine as I sweated bullets in fear. The sweet and cute Janani who Anjan and I used to lust after was long gone, and now we only had the domineering, spoilt, bratty, petulant Janani with a fury that’ll put Poseidon to shame. We still lusted after her, though, and had long sold our souls and balls to her to be her slaves. Anjan decided to step in to try and calm his sister down. He got behind her and slowly navigated his cock into her pussy, all the while holding her from behind, his hands on her boobs, gently massaging. Janani was still furious and her breaths were quick, shallow and stertorous as her right hand squeezed my balls further from the pain of the cock entering her tight and dry pussy; the left hand dug deeper into my throat. Anjan slowly nuzzled at her neck and kissed her a couple of times as he slowly started stroking his dick in and out of her pussy. Anjan was quietly murmuring things into her ears (I was to discover later that he was telling her that as her brother, he wanted to fuck her exclusively, and didn’t even like sharing her with me – a lie, but it was working!). After a dozen strokes, I could feel the grip on my balls loosen fractionally – Anjan’s precum has started lubricating her pussy, making it easier for her to enjoy it. Anjan slowly cajoled the relentless fingers in my throat out, as he slowly fucked his sister and licked at her earlobes, making her squirm with pleasure. But her other hand refused to release its vice-grip on my balls despite Anjan’s ministrations to her pussy and ears. We thought we were making some progress, though, with Janani’s anger, and were waiting for it to subside. Only, we didn’t notice her left hand that was caressing Anjan’s ass slowly moving forward. Like a viper, the hand swooped to his balls, fetching a howl from him as his cock slipped out of Janani’s pussy, following the trajectory of her pull. Janani’s voice turned to a menacingly low tone as she pulled Anjan to stand next to me, by his balls, “Thambi, I’m three years older than you are. I own your balls, you own nothing of mine. So don’t you dare even think you can control me with sex”, and she spat into his face, and mine, and squeezed both our balls worse than ever. Our knees bucked and tears started streaming down my eyes. “Please, akka, it hurts”, I tried reasoning. “So”, was the only callous answer we got. It was clear that Janani was not going to be calmed down by anything we can do, so we patiently decided to bear the waves of pain radiating from our balls, and hoped she will soon tire of squeezing us. She seemed to read our thoughts; “don’t think you are being let off easily”, she said, releasing our balls. “Kneel and stare at the floor”, she commanded walking away. She returned a few minutes later and started doing something behind our back, climbing on a chair. We had no idea what was up, but didn’t dare look up or turn around. “Up”, was the curt command a minute later. We turned around to face two stretches of ropes hanging form a hook on the ceiling – the ones where fans are usually installed. The ropes where the standard clothesline ropes found in any desi household. “Take one end of each rope, each of you”. On due compliance, “Anjan, tie his balls up. Tight. Seven around, three across each balls. If they are not tight, you will have hell to pay”. Anjan quickly complied with the instructions, while we both wondered what Janani was up to. Anjan ran seven loops around my balls together, and three loops each of my balls, ensuring they were separate from each other, and well away from my body. Janani had already done enough CBT with us so we knew how to tie each others’ balls. As I grimaced from the tightness, Janani looked at me, “Am I supposed to repeat everything to you?” and I hastened to inflict the same on Anjan’s balls. Once our balls were securely tied, she checked to ensure they were tight. She pulled the foreskin back on each of our cocks and kissed them and lightly licked them, all with menacing silence while we were freaked out trying to figure out what was going to happen next. She stood up and gave each of us a kiss. “After today, never forget that I own you. I may have told you guys that there is no need to call me ‘mistress’, but you have not stopped being slaves. Without my permission, nothing will happen in your life. Nothing. Get it?” she accentuated the last three words by sharply yanking on the other end of the ropes tied to our balls, making us yelp in pain. We were standing on tip-toes, still the pain on our balls was unbearable. Our cocks were throbbing and we were ridiculously horny, nonetheless. She made me lift my right leg waist high – left leg still on tip-toes – and began to tie the other end of the rope that was around Anjan’s balls, around my ankle, such that the rope from Anjan’s balls to my ankle was taut as a guitar string. I realized her plans and freaked out completely. I have never done any such shit and this was genuinely scary. “Akka, please akka! Please akka, it will hurt really horribly akka! Akka, I’m begging you akka, please! We will do everything you tell us to, please don’t do this to us akka.” “Shut up”, was the curt command, leaving tears streaming down my eyes and sweat down my body. My legs started straining under the pressure already, as I fought to keep my right leg up. To be continued unless you guys feel I shouldn’t. Their dad makes his appearance soon enough, be patient. Comments welcome at [email protected] Janani Loses Her Temper With Anjan And I – Part 10