My Poor Balls: Chapter 16: Setting Up Camp (Kicking, Shocking)

**Disclaimer**: These stories are a work of fiction. None of the events depicted have occurred as they are depicted. My wife and I do have a relationship that sometimes incorporates some ballbusting, but these stories are fantasy.

Here are the previous chapters.

* [Chapter 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/cwek6v/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_1_and_2_story/) (Kicking and electrical play)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/cxs5tc/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_3_story/) (Kicking and licking)
* [Chapter 4 and 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/czuziy/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_4_and_5_story/) (Kicking and crushing in a vice)
* [Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/d3yrq6/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_6_story/) (Hammering and sex)
* [Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/do0w3p/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_7_story/) (Execution style weight play and licking)
* [Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/epvzsf/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_8_story/) (Caning in stocks)
* [Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/fevozj/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_9_story/) (Kicking)
* [Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/gj9e9a/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_10_story/) (Crushing)
* [Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/gl3r25/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_11_story/) (Kicking)
* [Chapter 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/pdaix2/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_12_story/) (Hammering)
* [Chapter 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/q3r6cp/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_13_story/) (Cattle Prod)
* [Chapter 14](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/y8wo2s/my_poor_ball_chapter_14_training_resumes_kicking/) (Kicking)
* [Chapter 15](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/ybh9ds/my_poor_balls_chapter_15_the_hike_leashed_pulling/) (Leashed pulling, Kicking)

**Chapter 16: Saturday: Setting up camp. (Kicking, Shocking)**

My wife starts rustling around in her pack. Her heavy pack, which is still tied to my balls with a clothesline. With my hands finally free from restraints, I rub my wrists to restore blood flow, finally set my pack down, and then try gingerly to remove the noose around my nuts.

My painful orbs had swelled up from the bondage coupled with the kicks and punches, and every jerk as we hiked had tightened the noose to where the clothesline was embedded into my flesh, and the noose no longer wanted to loosen. I carefully worked the knot looser, and looser until eventually a bit of rope separated from the flesh of my scrotum, and as it did so, it exposed new agonies… a burning sensation.

After several minutes, I had gingerly removed the noose, and finally my balls were dangling free in their misshapen sack. While I was untangling myself, my wife had efficiently dug a small fire pit for later.

Seeing me finally free. She grinned broadly and said, “Boot test!”

I sigh, and then carefully slide to my knees, spreading my legs. She walks up to my vulnerable form, and with a minor hitch in her stride, her boot toe arrives at my mangled testicles with tremendous force. I lean forward, struggling to comprehend the pain. After all the pulling and twisting the balls had taken for the last hour, they weren’t ready to be kicked, and moved about in their sack painfully.

“Back up,” she commands. Tears in my eyes, I make my way back to my knees, and as soon as I get my balls where she wants them, she lets fly again, crushing my tender organs against my pelvis.

“One more,” she beckons. I lever myself up again, a sad attempt at my training position, but the best I can do. I only know I’m successful when her boot crashes in for the 3rd and final time. I collapse forward, taking a silly position with my butt raised and my face in the dirt. Animal instincts compelling me to protect my reproductive organs from further assault.

“Looks like the 2nd test was more successful than the first, wouldn’t you say?” my wife asks cheerfully, taunting my agony. “What do you say?”

“Thank.. Thank you.”

She grabs my pack and starts unloading our tent. While I struggle with myself to overcome the agony.

Finally, after a couple minutes, I pull myself together enough to start to help set camp.

“Oh honey,” my wife calls from where she’s been working with the tent. “Could you come here for a sec?” I get up to see what I can help with, and she is causally spinning a mallet used to drive tent stakes.

I’m frozen in fear. Nothing at this moment could prepare me for hits with a mallet. “No, I ca… ple...ple.” I start to babble softly.

“Can you hold the tent while I drive the steak in?” She asks reasonably.

It doesn’t register at first, and then finally it sinks in, and I gladly go to oblige. My testicles feel overly larger as I walk the 10 feet that separate us.

After the tent was set, I said, “I’ll go get some firewood.”

“Hold up a sec.” My wife commands. Then she rifles in her pack and produces a dog shock collar. She takes the remote, and clips it to her shirt, and then offers the collar to me. “In case I need you,” she explains.

I take the collar. It is made for a small dog whose neck is bigger than my ball-sac at its narrowest, but two loops around, and the electrical prods are firmly pressed into my testicles. Once complete, I look up.

She says, “I’ve set it to 90% because I know it has a short range, and I’m hoping that will boost it a bit.”

Her logic is nonsense, but if she wants to electrocute my balls, I would be a pretty poor husband for arguing about it. So I lamely offer “OK”. She turns away to keep unpacking, and I start to gather firewood.

I’ve only taken 3 steps when I’m violently stung in the balls. I reach down instinctively and let loose a yelp.

Turning around, my wife is fingering the remote, looking sheepish. “Just testing,” she explains.

I resume my journey, and again I’m stung by electricity again, driving me to a single knee.

Before I can turn back, I hear my wife say, “Testing again”.

I stumble to my feet, and take another step before another painful electrocution, and another “Testing again”

Two more steps, and I’m struck again. This time, I needed no explanation. I just try to keep moving. 3-4 shocks later, I’m driven face first to the ground by a shock more painful than before.

As I struggle to get up, I spot my wife, following about 10 paces behind me, with the remote in one hand and the other rubbing her pussy.

I love this woman!

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