Ball tax 01

Ball tax 01

The ze nation is the first country to apply the rule of keeping man in Chasity till his mother,sister,wife,daughter does not give him permission the release his loads. This rule was ammendment in order to eliminates the rape cases .

The ze nation had become rape free country . The modern vibrators , dildos and varies sex toys had taken place of man’s penis , A man was only having sex when the couple need to have a child but now advance insemination technique probability of having child was increased which made man probability of having sex even low .

In order for man to be involve in society a new rule is being amendment

The name of the rule was BALL TAX

The named suggest itself, the tax applied on the size of the balls .

The rules are

Testicles size (cm )	category	Volume of ejaculation should be (ml)	Tax applied (even depends upon volume)	Suggestion (1 Ballbusting = 1kick ,1knee, 1stomp,1flick,1slap)
<1.8	Pathatici	2-14	60-70% (70%+ in some cases )	50+ edging , 200 +ballbusting . daily
1.8-3.2	Very small	14-20	50-60%	40+ edging , 150 +ballbusting . daily
3.2-5	small	20-28	40-50%	100+ ballbusting , daily
5.1-6	ok	~29	30-40%	Aroud 100 ballbusting , alternate day
6-7	good	30-40	20-30%	Ballbusting and edging of you choice
7+	ideal	40+	10-20(>10% in some cases )	No ballbusting only edging

·         Where women should keep track of her mans nuts size in order to get tax benefit as shown in above table

·         All women should report their  males sizes to nearest tax office and even the updated size

·         Long time chasity, ballbusting  and edging is allowed but not castration during increase size of testicle .

·         Castration men  will be given permission to have sex with there partner any time they want .

(as their penis will never get hard they are harm less)

At  tax registration office you need to bring your male in order for verification and accumulation of semen (also known as cum ) .

The rules was outspread every female were now behind their man .

My day started out as normal enough, but as the day went on it just got worse. My wife and I just visited tax registration office. There I had to cum thrice and was in “very small” category. My wife never kept me in Chasity . so after disappointed by the category I went office

When I got home from work my wife, Ella, was in my daughters room and my daughter, Linda, was crying.  My wife told me that she was at school and some boys were picking on her.  I went over to my daughter to comfort her.

After we ate dinner, we were all talking about what happened and what would be best to do.  During the conversation, we were washing the dishes and my wife went to spank my ass to motivate me to work faster, but as her hand went towards my ass, I turned around.  She nailed me right in my balls.  I stop in mid sentence and bent over from the pain.  Just as that happened she yelled that she knew what to do.

About 10 minutes later we were all in the family room when my wife told me to strip naked.  I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face, and asked why.  She told me that she was going to teach Linda all about men ,their balls and the new rule .  She reiterated to strip or it will be worse.  I stood up and started to strip while my wife explained to my daughter what was going to happen.  I must say that as I was taking off my clothes, I was getting a little excited.

When all I had on was my boxers my wife told me to stop and walk over to the couch where they were sitting.  She reached up and pulled my boxers off.  Standing at attention was my cock.  My daughter giggled while it bounced in the air.  My wife took hold of my balls and started to explain to Linda about men and their balls.  The whole time she was still grasping to my balls.  When she let them go they were sore from her grabbing them, but it would get a lot worse as time went on.

My wife told my daughter to grab my balls so she could feel what it is like to have a pair of balls in her hand.  As she grabbed them I winced in pain as she did not know how sensitive they are.  She looked up at me while squeezing them; I looked back at my daughter as she was holding my balls in her hands.  My wife told her that if she has a man by his balls, he is in her possession.  She let go of my balls and I breathed a sigh of relief.

My daughter was a quick learner and asked if she could kick me in the balls.  My wife smiled as she knew that her daughter was becoming an expert ballbuster. My wife said my daughter about my category and to which category them have to take my balls to . My wife told me to kneel on the floor and spread my legs.  When I got on the floor, my daughter told me that she and her mother have decided to aim at the “ideal” category for my ball .  She stood in front of me as I was kneeling with my legs spread and my balls hanging exposed.  She took a step back and let loose a kick to my balls.  The top of her foot nailed my balls, I screamed in pain.

“ARRRRRRGGGHHH!”

I rolled on to the floor holding my balls.  She laughed and asked to do it again.  All I could do was groan.  She lifted me back up and tied my hands behind my back.  She whispered something into my wife’s ear and ran upstairs.  Mean while my wife walked up to me and old me she was getting some “accessories” to use.  She reached down and started to squeeze my balls, while she was doing this she whispered to me that she was going to give my balls to Linda for her birthday.

When Linda came back downstairs she had a bag full of “accessories”.  She dropped the bag and pulled out a pair of high heels.  She put them on and told me to spread them.  She reared back and let her foot fly into my balls.  The toe hit me squarely in my balls.  I fell over trying to cover my balls, but I could not because my hands were tied.  After a couple of minutes she lifted me back up again and told me that she was not going to use these heels again.

She took off her heels and went to the bag again.  She pulled out a pair of stiletto heels and smiled.  I kneed in front of my daughter while she put them on.  She reached over and grabbed my balls pulling them down.  She let go, stood up and kicked my balls, she was screaming she was so happy, I was screaming because my balls were be busted. 

My balls were very sore and because of that they were very close to my body.  Linda got mad that my balls were not hanging low anymore.

My wife got an idea and ran to the medicine cabinet and returned with a bottle of muscle heat cream.  She told my daughter to make sure that I was tied down tight.  Ella poured some into her hand and lathered it on to my balls.  For the first minute it was not that bad, and then all hell broke loose on my balls.  They were burning up I felt that they were on fire.  I yelled and tried to get free to no avail.

After about 10 minutes of hell my wife walked up and rinsed them off so there would be no greasy residue left on my balls.  By now my balls were as low as I had ever seen them.  They were hanging over the edge of the chair.  My daughter was now smiling, and ready for some fun.

She looked around the kitchen for some new toys she could use on my balls.  She first saw a wooded spoon. 

 She lifted up her hand and swung at my balls. 

She started to hit my balls with the wooden spoon.  I  cringed in pain with each smack.  She continued to smack my balls with the wooden spoon. 

I cringed in pain as she hit my tender balls.  She continued that for about 30 minutes till my balls were red and swollen.  The only relief I got what when she was done she would take some time to find the next item.

Next she walked up with a hand full of rubber bands.  She started at the base of my cock and worked her way down my balls.  When she got near the bottom she separated each of my balls into their own bag.  She stood back to admire her work as my balls glistened in the light.  She looked up at me and told that my balls have no where to hide now.

                she started to hit my balls with the wooden spoon again .  I cringed in pain with each smack.  I tried to keep count of each hit but quickly lost count.  she continued to smack my balls with the wooden spoon.  Little did either of them know that my wife had snuck down and was watching the whole time.  She was keeping count and was happy to see her mother go past 50 and stop at 62 smacks.

She walked away as my wife watch in pure enjoyment of my discomfort.  Ella walked up to me to admire her daughters work.  She told me that this was for her enjoyment and learning and that I was to respect that no matter what she wants to do to my balls.  All I could do was agree with what my wife said.  Linda returned with 2 screw clamps, I gulped in fear.

Before she did anything my wife told her that I had giving my balls to her to play with when ever she wants.  My daughter looked at me and asked if that was true, and what could I say with the position I was in.  I told her that my balls were hers to do with what she pleases.  She smiled and thanked me with a smack to my stretched out balls.  I winced in pain.

She then opened up one clamp and placed it on my left ball.  She tightened it till it hung off of my ball.  She then did the same to my right ball.  She wanted to play a game with my balls.  She picked up a pair of dice and some paper to write out the rules.  She would roll the dice to see how many turns to turn on the clamps.  The only way out of the game was snake eyes.  If an even number came up it would me half the turns for one ball and half for the other, if it came up odd once again split in half but each clamp would get half a twist to make up the difference.

She rolled the first die, 4, I was already in pain, and the second die was 2, for a total of 6.  First she clamped my right ball 3 turns, then my left.  I felt that they were going to pop.  She rolled again, first came a 1, I was excited that it could end, and then a 6, a total of 7.  She decided to do one twist per ball, fallowed by the half twist.  I looked down at my balls to see that they were only about 1 cm thick; they are normally about 1.4 cm thick.  I was in fear for my balls.

She took another roll as I pondered that fate of my balls.  The first one was a 6, the second one was also a 6, for total of 12.  She looked at my balls started the twists, when she was done she told me that the last couple of twist were very hard to do.  I looked down at my balls in fear that they would be gone.  They were now down to about 0.75 cm thick.  She grabbed the dice to roll again.

I watched the first die land on a 1.  She rolled the second die, which landed on a 1.  I was so happy.  She got mad and reached over to my balls and started to twist the clamps off.  I watched her do it and she first started do it the wrong way and tightening them more I screamed in pain.  She then realized her mistake and took off the clamps.  My balls expanded back into shape.

She took off the rubber bands which have been on my balls for almost 60 minutes, as the blood rushed back into my balls the pain got worse.  She laughed at how purple they had gotten and slapped them back to life.  As she was slapping my balls she asked her mom what she should do next to my balls.  She thought for a second and told her to go get some rope.

My daughter ran off into the garage to get some rope as I sat there with my wife.  She reached over and inspected my balls and said that there appeared to me no damage done.  She told me that her pussy was so wet, and when Linda was playing the dice game she nearly orgasmed with every twist.  She grabbed my balls and reminded me that they belong to Linda now.

When Linda returned with the rope, my wife had untied me from the chair and retied me to the door frame so I was standing up; well actually the rope tied to my arms was holding me up.  When Linda returned with the rope she tied it around my balls and pulled on it a little.  She let go of my balls with the rope tied around them and went and got a gallon of water.

She tied the gallon of water to the other end of the rope and let it go.  My balls were being pulled down and the only thing keeping me from falling was the ropes tied to my arms.  My daughter laughed at the faces I was making.  Linda reached over and lifted up the gallon of water and dropped it.  It seemed like it was going in slow motion, the gallon of water reached to bottom of the rope and pulled on my balls.  I screamed in pain as my daughter screamed in enjoyment.

After 10 or so drops she was getting bored with the gallon of water.  She untied the gallon of water and tied a loop in the end of the rope.  Nothing prepared me for what she was going to do next.  She lifted her foot up and placed it in the loop.  She lifted her other foot off the ground which meant that the only thing holding her up were my balls.  She jumped off and then did it again.  My ball felt like they were going to rip off.

After some time she stopped and my wife told my daughter to get ready for bed.  I was relieved that this night was over.  They untied me and let me fall to the floor to recover.  I head them upstairs talking and laughing, but I could not make any of it out.  I finally got the strength to get up and go to bed.  When I walked it seemed like my balls were going to explode.  I was kind of dazed with what just happened.

I went up stairs and kissed my daughter goodnight, to which she squeezed my balls.  I limped into my bed room and my wife was standing there with nothing on.  I looked at her perfect body and started to get erect.  She looked at me and said that it all seems to work ok.  She walked up to me and pushed me back on the bed.  She asked if I was prepared for the best sex of my life