A well trained husband

It all started a few years earlier when Bob suggested a women’s self defense class after his wife was robbed in a parking lot for her purse. The class itself focused on many techniques, her favorite of which included various ways of attacking a man’s groin to neutralize a potential threat.

As part of the class the women were asked if they had spouses, friends, or anyone else willing to be ‘attackers’ for an upcoming demonstration on effective defensive strikes to the testicles. Bob had been convinced into going but would soon regret it as a room full of women had taken turns kicking, kneeing and even grabbing him by his privates and leaving him in a heap at the feet of these newly empowered women.

It turned out however that this opened up a new dynamic in their marriage as both him and his wife, Linda, really enjoyed adding ballbusting to what had been a somewhat vanilla sexual relationship. While Bob enjoyed certain aspects of it, he didn’t actually enjoy having his balls hurt repeatedly by women. Unfortunately for him however that was his wife’s favorite part.

She had gotten her friends in on it as well who also had taken to this new demonstration of female superiority with their husbands. It was now a regular thing for all of them to hang out on weekends with one, or all, of the men at some point being openly backhanded or grabbed by the nuts while all the women laughed.

The group had planned on going out for lunch to a specific restaurant in the city. It seemed odd for all of them to drive in just for lunch but she was insistent. It was a ‘lucky’ coincidence that there was a women’s rally happening in the same neighborhood they were going. Linda had really enjoyed the times she busted Bob in front of other women while they looked on in astonishment. The reactions to it made her feel almost as if she had a super power. Invariably they would be shocked at first and then not be able to help from laughing, applauding, and cheering her on as she humiliated her poor husband using the very things that made him bigger and stronger against him. In the past she had only done this in private or in front of her friends. Today would be different however. Her plan was to get Bob to act like he was harassing her and show these ladies how you put a male back in his place. Before they arrived she told Bob was he was to do to her “I’m going to walk in front of you by a few feet. I want you to come up behind me, grab my ass, and pretend to be hitting on me” she said, “then I’m going to give them a quick self defense lesson they’ll never forget”.

Bob was not as enthusiastic, over the last few years this had gone from light verbal and controlled hits, to her now using his manhood as target practice whenever she felt like it. He knew better than to argue though, he knew if he said no the punishment would be much worse than if he played along. “Yes, honey” is all he said sitting in the passenger seat pouting, hoping that would sway her. “Good boy” is all she said in response. Calling him boy was a subtle humiliation she had picked up as well, not referring to her husband as a grown man was yet another way she liked to establish her dominance over him.

As they found parking and turned off the car Linda reached over and took a nice firm grip of Bob’s testicles. “Who’s are these?” she asked condescendingly. “They’re yours, my love” he said in a defeated tone. “Mmhmm that’s right, these little nuggets belong to me forever and so does this” she said as she pinched the head of his cock making him jump a bit. “Aww you didn’t like that did you?” she asked rhetorically as she laughed and got out of the car. Bob took a moment to compose himself and started following her, by the time he was out of the car she had already started walking and he had to half jog to catch up.

He was starting to hear the noise from the rally up the street. His heart raced knowing what was in store for him in just a few minutes time. He glanced over at his wife who’s facial expression was a mix of determined and smug. As they got within about 50 feet of the group she looked over, gave him a wink, and sped up a bit to get in front of him.

As they started walking through the crowd he paused for a moment considering if he’d prefer to just deal with the consequences. That reminded him of the last time he disobeyed his wife who had given him the ball kicking of a lifetime in response. He was waking funny for almost 2 weeks afterwards and had to call in sick to work for the first 3 days after. He knew he didn’t want that again and figured she might go easy on him if he did as he was told.

With that, he picked the moment. He waited for her to find herself in a small clearing and walked up behind her with speed and grabbed a big handful of his wife’s ass. Even after all these years together he still loved doing that. This time however she turned around acting like he was a complete stranger. The daggers in her eyes and look of indignation was something he hadn’t seen from a woman in a long time. He had always been a good husband and loved his wife very much. The look brought him back decades to college when he would try to get the attention of the girls at school, often failing miserably. Linda was a surprisingly good actress, as people in the crowd looked on in disgust at his actions she loudly yelled “What the hell is wrong with you, creep?”  following her instructions he made an attempt at hitting on her “Calm down, I think you’re hot is all, what’s your name cutie?” at this point there were several people watching this interaction, none of them knew they were husband and wife and were waiting to jump in to help Linda if needed. “What’s my name ‘cutie’? Are you serious? You think you can put your hands on people whenever you want is that it?” she barked at him in her sharpest tone “C’mon it’s alright, just let me know your name beautiful” he said trying to keep up the act. “Typical man, thinks he can grope and touch anyone he wants. I don’t think you’d like it if I did that to you.” She said “I’d like you to touch me baby” he said sending a subtle nod to his wife not thinking about how well he had set up his wife for what she was going to do “Is that right?” with that she swung her arm low and raise her hand in a claw shape. She easily found her husband’s balls through his pants and began to apply pressure.

The classic “Oof” from Bob was all that preceded the audible gasp from the onlookers who had gone from concerned to the initial shock of seeing a woman handle herself in this way. As her hand closed around his manhood his hips moved back instinctively and legs began to bend. Linda looked intensely into Bob’s eyes as she took her other arm and gently placed it around the back of his neck peering even closer into his eyes. She kept her hand at the same height not allowing him go sink any lower which meant he stood on his tip toes, bent at the waist with his head tilted up slightly and a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Fuck yes” a girl yelled from the crowd “That’s right” yelled another. The mostly female onlookers were definitely enjoying this demonstration of Feminist autonomy. To Linda, this was all going exactly to plan - her husband was completely at her mercy and whatever she did she’d be applauded for by this group of spectators. “Not so fun to be grabbed in public is it? Still think its no big deal?” she asked as her grip tightened slightly. Bob’s hands went up as if he was being robbed in an attempt to show her he wasn’t fighting back. The crowd began to laugh at the somewhat pathetic state he had been reduced to almost instantly by one middle-aged woman’s grip on his genitals.

By this point the initial adrenaline had worn off and he began to feel the unmistakable and sadly familiar creep of pain radiating from his abdomen. As he began to try to sink lower Linda very roughly pulled him back up to where they started and gave him a verbal lashing. “I don’t know who you think you are. But coming to a place like this, on a day like today, and thinking you can sexually harass women is not okay. I don’t appreciate being touched against my will. Its not fun is it?” with the last part of her sentence she squeezed a bit hard and jerked her hand slightly with the works “is it” as if to remind him she had his balls in her hand. He shook his head “No”, “No, what?” she responded immediately “No, ma’am” he said which got a big laugh from the crowd.

Bob thought this would be the end of the performance but she couldn’t help but to revel the moment a little while longer. She took a brief pause and for the first time broke eye contact looking down at the handful of her husbands khaki pants she was holding on to. She eased up a bit on her grip with her fingers gently weighing the pair of balls in her hand. “Men” she said contemplatively “You act so big and tough but mother nature really cursed you didn’t she? With these two little balls between your legs I could get you to do anything. One little swat aand you’re crying for your mommy” she turned her head to the women watching “Ladies, you see how easy this is? Between the legs of every male on this planet are the keys to your empowerment… Never let a man touch you... If he does make him pay... Make him regret ever being born a man.” With every sentence they gave her a cheer of approval. As she continued more and more women from the crowd were noticing what was going on and turned their attention. There were at least 50 people now in a circle around Bob and Linda hanging on her every word.

Bobs situation was pretty helpless. All he could do was stand there frozen, still on his toes and wait for his wife to be done with her lecture. She was having too much fun to let it end so quickly however, she really got off on humiliating him and wanted this to be her most thorough emasculation of him to date. “You not what I would call well endowed are you?” she continued “Truly amazing such little things can cause you so much agony” Bobs face started to turn red, he couldn’t believe his own wife was saying this to him on such a stage. “I asked you a question.” She said once again tightening her grip on his jewels. “What question?” he asked in his haze of nut pain “I asked if you agree you’re a bit below average down there” “I don’t know” he said not sure how to get out of this embarrassing line of questioning “Hmm, I think you do but let’s find out for sure” she held her hand up a bit further as if she was taking a picture with a prized fish “What do you ladies think? Does he have a nice big package?”, “Not from where I’m sitting he don’t” offered one woman “he’s pathetic” said another. “There you have it little man, the crowd has spoken!”

 With that she’d almost had her fun. “Okay I’m going to let you go now, I trust you’ve learned your lesson about touching women you don’t know. Just in case you haven’t though I’ll give you a little something to remember me by” as she said that he let go of his balls, still with an arm around his neck delivered an absolutely devastating knee in the balls that nearly lifted him off his feet. He’d never felt anything like it. His balls were already sore but this sent him into a different dimension. He instantly collapsed on the ground folded at the waist, head on the concrete with his hands buried in his own crotch. Wave after wave of agonizing pain radiated through his entire body.

The crowd couldn’t feel any less sorry for him. Linda had walked away already, high-fiving other women she walked past and left him alone on the ground to deal with his uniquely male pain. The girls around him would laughing hysterically at this grown man who had been very swiftly put in his place. Their phones were out and the were leaning in to take selfies with him on the ground. As he fell over to his side in the fetal position one woman yelled out “Timber” which got yet another laugh at his expense. He was sweating but felt cold at the same time. None of what was happening around him he could even register. The pain felt like it was getting worse in fact, as mother nature continued to remind him he was a weak male.

After a while he was able to get up and meet with his wife at the restaurant where all their friends were. Everyone knew what happened and all the ladies had an ear to ear grin on their faces. The men tried to pretend to continue to eat their lunch and avoid the elephant in the room. “What are we feeling hun? Eggs maybe?” said his wife which yet again got an uproarious laugh from the women at his expense. As they left the restaurant Linda has to call an uber to get back to the car as Bob could barely walk without stopping every few paces.

The drive home was essentially Linda talking endlessly about all her favorite parts of what just happened. The reactions, the expression on his face, all of it. Yet another great day to be a woman, she thought to herself.