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At 15, Davey wasn't a real orphan; though his father had died, his step mother had kept him, alongside her own daughter a few years younger than himself and her baby girl. He was a runaway, having finally escaped their abuse. His step mother, Darlene, would use any excuse to punish him, even making them up. She taught all her children that it was a male's sex organs that caused them and everyone else grief, that they were what made him misbehave.

Her favourite form of punishment was banding him, letting his ball turn a deep blue, but taking it off before damage became permanent. After the blood rushed back, the stinging prickly pain filling himself between the legs, she would have him sit, legs spread widely, on the wooden dining room chair. With a wooden spoon- the one she always let her first daughter, Marna, lick cookie dough off of, but never him- she would press his round nuts into the edge of the seat gently. It wasn't enough to hurt that much, but the discomfort was increased by the regained feeling and made him squirm all the same. She would threaten to crush them daily, and some days when she used her foot for punishments, he thought she really would. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to or not.

When he wasn't being punished, his sister would pick on him herself. Marna liked watching her older stepbrother take out his dirty thing and play with himself. She would usually make him lay back on her bed, and as he rubbed his cock, she would grasp his balls tightly. She liked to hear him gasp and sputter when she squeezed suddenly. His cock was uncut, and she also found amusement in playing with his skin, rubbing it gently back and forth over his swollen head, once even going so far as to rub it against her soft lips. For the most part, Davey didn't think it was too bad. Marna wasn't that strong to do real damage to his balls, and sometimes it even felt good, but she never let him cum. She thought it was dirty, and if he did, she'd run to their mom and tell on him. That always led to a hard squeezing.

The space between his legs wasn't just the target of his mother and her oldest daughter. Because money was tight, their mom had to spend almost the entire day at work, and usually was working overtime. Marna was old enough to take care of the basics for her 4 year old baby sister, Melly, but most of the time Davey had to watch over her.

On a night Darlene was staying at home to catch up on rest, Melly was crying incessently with no toys to play with. With a short temper, Darlene demanded Davey to kneel by his baby sister, and led the baby's mouth to his naked groin. His balls so plump and heavy from the cum he wasn't allowed to relieve himself of and abuse, the baby could only fit one at a time in her mouth. Davey whimpered as her baby teeth clamped down hard around it, mashing it in her mouth over and over again. Content with her new toy, Melly soon started to suck on her older step brother's ball, much to his discomfort. Unaware of her Davey's tears welling up at his eyes, Darlene declared his balls to be Melly's new play thing, and that he had to offer them to her everytime she got bored or started crying. That too, became a daily occurence.

It was two days before he finally ran away that Marna told him matter of factly that Darlene was going to crush his nuts for good. She was playing with his cock again when she told him.

"She's what?" Davey asked, not fully able to concentrate at what she was saying as her hand worked its way up and down his shaft. He was panting slightly, wanting to cum so badly.

"Yeah, she said that she's tired of you always acting up. She said something about chastity belts costing too much, and it would be nicer if you didn't have these anyways." She gently punched his heavy sac for emphasis.

"Ouch, oh. But I don't even cu-...well, you know." He trailed off awkwardly; even if Marna was playing with his cock right now, he still felt embarrassed about talking about his things down below.

"She said she might even cut this off." She tugged, almost yanked at his foreskin, causing him to yelp.

"No!" Davey knew she might just be rubbing it in that his balls were going to be crushed, but he wasn't so sure if she was lying or not about his circumcision. He didn't want to be circumcised. Davey was sure that he would never, ever want his skin taken away; it felt so good to be rubbed.

"Yes, and there's nothing you can do about it. These,"-she pinched his left testicle, then right-"are going to be squished, and this,"-she flicked his cockhead-"is getting snipped!" She laughed gleefully as she saw his hardness start to subside.

"What's a matter, big brother? Don't want to cum today? It might be your last chance!" She was taunting him mercilessly, and saw he was going to cry.

Instead of Davey's, Melly's long wail was heard, and then-"Marna? Can you come bring Mel to Davey? She's getting cranky, and I think she's looking to chew."

Marna smiled mischieviously as she went to fetch her baby sister, leaving her brother to await his imminent and upcoming castration.

*

Davey was pretty happy with the orphanage. It was an all boys' facility run by nuns, and everyone was rather pleasant. The nuns didn't ask much of the boys, except a few chores each, and in return took care of them for free. The boys themselves seemed so well behaved and polite, especially for their being mostly teenaged.

It was on the fourth night that the head nun, Sister Reyna, a plump yet pretty woman, called him to the infirmary for a mandatory physical. Sister Lainey, the woman from whom he had stolen the bread from and who introduced him to the orphanage as well as a petite brunette, escorted him from his room that evening to the office.

Davey was nervous, but unsure of why. Sister Lainey saw him looking at her and smiled reassuringly. She stopped in front of a door and he almost walked into her rotound backside. She smiled when he fumbled around for an apology, but shushed him.

They entered a well lit white nurse's office. The medical exam table was in the center, and Sister Ally, the nurse, was by the counter, filling in some notes to a binder. Her back turned to them, Davey noticed how some of her red hair escaped in wisps around her slender neck, and started to blush as he felt his cock stir. She turned around slowly, revealing a full bust beneath her rather tight robes. She couldn't have been more than twenty.

"Davey?"

He nodded numbly, suddenly shy at this pretty woman, his cock awoken.

"You're going to have to strip and get up on the table, okay?" He liked her voice, soft and smooth as it was, and he only hesitated once or twice to listen to it.

He left his clothes on the floor in a kicked-to pile and clambered up onto the table. His hands tried to cover his cock and balls, but they were too big, especially for his age. He started blushing again, harder now.

When Ally turned around, she almost gasped at the sight of him naked. He was a cute boy, but his cock was at least half again of what a 15 year old boy's should be, and his balls! They looked so full and heavy, his sac was stretched around them. She just wanted to cup them so badly.

Seeing her gaze linger on his crotch, Davey shifted uncomfortably and tried to close his legs together.

"Uh uh, mister. Feet in the stirrups, okay?" Ally went about tethering his feet within them, and then guided him to lay back with a gentle hand on his chest. She secured his hands away from his sides, and then to answer his scared and questioning expression, she said, "Routine procedure, don't worry."

She walked back in between his legs, and both of them looked over to the sound of the door being opened. Davey hadn't even noticed Lainey had left, but now she was back with a folder in hand.

"Well, Sister, it looks like we have a problem with his penis already..."

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(Will be continued, more about the procedures to be performed on Davey's less than satisfactory penis (circumcision?).