My Poor Balls: Chapter 18: Weenie Roast (Cock Burning)

**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](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/103xmhp/my_poor_balls_chapter_16_setting_up_camp_kicking/) (Kicking, Shocking)
* [Chapter 17](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/104ljcm/my_poor_balls_chapter_17_picking_my_own_switch/) (Kicking, Caning)

**Chapter 18: Saturday: Weenie Roast (Cock Burning)**

While I struggled to recover from the latest ball beating, and summon enough strength to release my balls from the rope that is pulling them upwards, My wife was busy preparing dinner. She had an efficient fire, and was using it to heat water for our pre-packaged camp meals.

After several minutes, I gingerly stood, which lowered her pack to the ground and allowed me to untangle my balls. I left the sleep mat, and the rope in place because she had promised one more round with the switch before bed.

I walk over to the campfire, and see her pouring the water into the dehydrated rations.

“Smells good” I say.

She sees me, and asks, “Do you want BBQ Chicken or Beef Stew?”

“Beef Stew please.” I take a seat on the camp stool, my balls dangle over the edge. I eat sparingly. Afraid that a full stomach could result in a messy testicle caning later. My wife had no such concern, and ate ravenously.

Dinner completed. She looks over at me, then down at my genitals, then the fire.

“Why don’t you go get the weenie roasting stick.” She commands.

The weenie roasting stick was an aluminum tube that had been the support for a tent we used to have. It had a fishing line that ran through it. The line was looped at one end, and had a stick tied to the other prevented it from sliding through. We had made it on one of our first camping trips after she had woken me in the night for a ball squeezing session, and I had tried to grab a tent support in an effort to endure. The tent collapsed on us, and since then we always carried the ‘weenie roasting stick’ with us on future campouts.

Returning with the stick, I handed it to her.

“OK, hold still” she said as she extended the rod fishing about to snare the head of my penis in the loop, before pulling the fishing line taunt. “Got it!” she says triumphantly. Then she moves the rod about forcing me to move side to side in fear the line will tighten so much that it cuts into the head of my penis.

Satisfied, she guides me to the campfire, and using the rod forces me to kneel by the fire. Once I do, she takes a spot on the side of the fire, and plops down.

“You didn’t break my tent this time, but you did run into me while walking. So we probably aren’t going to have to blacken the head entirely, but we will see how it goes” she schemes out loud.

Then, forcefully, she starts forcing my penis closer and closer to the fire. Once I start struggling she halts to ‘let it cook’. As the flames lick at my dick, I feel burned from time to time, and jerk back. She responds by forcefully moving my penis back to where she desires it.

Her angle with the rod doesn’t give her enough leverage to overcome me, but the threat of the fishing line cutting into my flesh forces me to allow it time and again.

She tries to make small talk as my penis roasts. “I think I saw a purple martin as I was setting up camp.”

I grit my teeth, and grunt in response. Too preoccupied.

She punishes me by moving my dick into a spot where it can ‘kiss’ one of the ashy logs that is still burning. I jerk back, and start babbling apologies.

Dis-satisfied with that reaction she pulls my dick to kiss again the burning log, then yawns theatrically. “Well, I’m getting tired.” she says as my penis still is forced uncomfortably close to the fire. “We probably better get to the last punishment for ‘the balls’ tonight so that we can go to bed. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes, yes” I babble desperate for her current sadistic game to end.

“Alright, go get in your spot, I’ll be over shortly.

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