Strange Sympathy: Chapter 7 - Aftercare (some insight into Lauren's past)

Strange Sympathy: Chapter 7 - Aftercare (some insight into Lauren's past)

*This chapter starts to explore Lauren's thoughts and feelings about ballbusting and how sympathy is tied into it, this is not the full explanation. If you are interested in that kind of stuff then you're in luck. Unfortunately this isn't a very sexy chapter. Holy crap it is so daunting to post this one.*

It was around 8:30 pm when Lauren came through the front door. She took in the scene with a look of alarm. Dave was still sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall in the dim entryway, the only light that was on was the one in the kitchen. Without hesitation, she knelt beside him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Dave, I'm here. I'm here to help you."

Her voice was soft and reassuring, but he could tell she was struggling to keep the fear from creeping into her tone. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Please just check to make sure my balls aren't damaged, please be gentle, it really hurts" he said, the pain clear in his voice.

Lauren helped him get to the couch and get his pants and underwear off. She could tell how much pain he was in by the way he moved. She knelt on the floor between his legs and carefully examined his testicles. They were more swollen than she had previously seen them. She didn't notice any signs of a rupture though. Dave's penis remained flaccid the entire time.

"Why did she hit you there?" Lauren asked, looking up at him with concern.

"I said something I shouldn't have" Dave responded. "But you know, I don't think it's really fair that she can say whatever she wants to me and then when I try to stick up for myself then I get punished." Despite the pain, he was enjoying the view of this beautiful woman looking up at him from between his legs.

Lauren pursed her lips and her eyebrows furrowed "Oh no Honey, that doesn't sound very fair" said Lauren, sympathetically rubbing the top of his thigh. "Has she done this to you before?"

Dave paused for a moment. It was painful to admit, even to someone as sympathetic and caring as Lauren. He nodded, unable to speak as he felt his lips trembling, a pain in the back of his throat and his sinuses starting to sting as he tried to keep himself together.

"Oh Sweetheart..." Lauren said, looking up at him with sadness and pity in her eyes and then looking away, unable to retain eye contact. She was feeling so emotional she could even feel herself start to tremble a bit. She bent her head down and kissed the inside of his left thigh, right above his knee and then rested her head there, petting his left calf with her hand until she was able to gain her composure.

Once she felt like she could speak again, she lifted her head and said "Well they look more swollen than I've seen them before." then, attempting a more chipper tone she added, "The good news is, I don't see any signs of permanent damage."

Dave nodded, relieved.

"Do you want me to see if everything still works as it should?" Lauren said carefully lifting the tip of his limp penis with her thumb and index finger.

Dave groaned, "I do, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to get myself up for it right now. I'm just not in the mood. I think I should ice them. I haven't had dinner yet, I should eat but I don't feel like doing anything, I can barely move because of the pain."

"Aw don't worry Sweetheart, I'm going to take really good care of you okay?" Lauren assured him.

Lauren ordered some takeout from an Italian restaurant on her phone and grabbed a bag of ice and a glass of water for Dave. Then she stood behind him on the couch. She reached down and rubbed his chest and leaned forward and kissed him on the side of his face. She stood up straight and started gently running her fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp with her fingertips. Then she rubbed his shoulders while gently pressing her breasts into the back of his head. While she did this she was consumed by traumatic thoughts:

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When she was very young, an incident between some parents in the school parking lot had prompted a discussion in class. Her teacher told the class that you should never hit a male between the legs because it was the worst pain imaginable and he could lose his ability to have babies or he could even die. Lauren had taken this to heart.

From that point on she hated seeing men get hit in the groin on TV or in movies, especially when it was portrayed to be funny. How could the worst pain imaginable and a risk of infertility or death be seen as funny to so many people? She felt disgusted when she'd hear people laugh when it happened to someone on TV or in real life.

She would feel so sorry and embarrassed for the guy. She found it especially harsh that women would laugh and make fun of the guy when they could never know the pain he was in. She started to get scared when she thought it was going to happen, especially if there were other people around because she knew they would laugh and when they laughed it would make her feel sick to her stomach. When she heard others laugh so heartlessly it would make her feel almost as helpless as the guy lying on the ground. She would wish she could ease his pain and humiliation but felt powerless to be able to do so.

She knew she would never understand the pain, but she wished that she could, she wished that all women could know how much it hurt so they wouldn't think it was funny anymore. In her mind, if it was a bad hit, it was like watching someone get raped and laughing about it. Depending on the circumstances she believed that getting hurt in the testicles would be worse than getting raped.

Her mother was the worst, she really got a kick out of that kind of stuff, especially when it was real. Her mother gleefully enjoyed hearing stories about testicle pain or male genital mutilation and would often take pleasure in repeating the stories she heard to family and friends. She would love to make comments about hurting men between the legs. If a man broke the law, her mother would rant about how "they" should hang him by his balls. She would often get into arguments with men in public and try to belittle their manhood and would threaten to kick them in the nuts, causing a scene. It was so embarrassing to Lauren and although she had never seen her mother do such a thing, she was always scared that her mother would follow through on her threats, right in front of her.

Her father had abandoned them when Lauren was only 4 years old and her sister was a few months old. Lauren was inclined to suspect he might have suffered from domestic abuse and fled for his safety. Perhaps he waited to find out if their second child would be a boy and when her sister was born he thought the girls would be safe from their mother's abuse. Even as a female, her mother had tormented Lauren for most of her life but Lauren tried to avoid thinking about how much worse things would have been had she not been born female.

As if thinking about her terrible past wasn't bad enough. She indulged in even more misery as she thought about Dave and the pain he must be in right now. She thought about how he nodded when she asked him if Candice had hurt him like this before. Her heart sank as she thought about the look on his face. She could tell he must have had some truly awful experiences in the past. She thought about how scared he must be when he has to see her. She thought about how much pain he must have suffered.

She thought about how unfair it is that men are often shamed into silence when they are being abused by women. She thought about how unfair it was that men get harshly judged for being abusive but society is often a lot more forgiving when it came to female abusers. Female victims got more sympathy and female abusers got more leniency, such bullshit.

She felt tears fill her eyes and she cried silently until the sobs started to build deep within her. She struggled to breath and she gasped for air as she started ugly crying and sobbing uncontrollably. She threw her arms around Dave and hugged him from behind. She rested her head on the back of the couch, next to Dave's and whispered "I'm sorry Dave, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry this happened to you". She trembled as she clung to him and she could feel him gently squeezing her arm, trying to comfort her.

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Lauren's outburst had come as a surprise to Dave, he had no idea how much this had upset her. He felt awful and helpless as he listened to her anguished cries and apologies. He almost felt guilty for involving her in this. He patted her arm and said "Hey Sweety, it's OK. I'm sure I'll be fine. You don't need to be upset." This only made her cry harder for some reason. Dave didn't know what to do. He wanted to hold her but he didn't want to try to get up in the state he was in, so he just sat there caressing her arm as she clung to him.

After Lauren calmed down, Dave invited her to sit next to him on the couch. He offered her the box of tissues that was sitting on the table next to him. She snuggled up next to him and he stroked her hair. Despite the circumstances, he felt content just to have her there with him. He was so grateful for her company and loved being able to just hold her like this. He was touched that she seemed to care so much about him and he wondered if it meant what he hoped it meant - that maybe she was starting to develop more serious feelings for him.

After the food came they sat on the couch, eating and watching TV. Dave sat there in his boxers, glancing over at Lauren, he wondered if this is what it would be like if they were dating, sitting together in the living room and eating takeout. He'd always wished he could be with someone like her. She was so self reliant and just seemed to have her shit together, unlike the other women he had dated that seemed a lot more codependent. He loved the way she looked after him when he was hurt. She was being so nice to him right now. He loved her warm, easygoing, non threatening nature.

She was also just so stunning, he loved looking into her dark green eyes and he loved her kind smile that she blessed him with every time she greeted him. The thing was, he could see there was something hidden behind the friendly facade that she was hiding. He didn't know how to tell her, but he could sense a deep pain and sadness radiating from her even though he could tell she was trying her best to hide it.

He thought about how it felt when Lauren played with his balls. Why did it feel different when she did it? She never hit him as hard as anyone else did for one thing. She seemed to only do small attacks like slaps or gentle massaging. Even when she squeezed and pinched, it all seemed very controlled, as though he was safe in her hands even if she was hurting him, he knew he wasn't in any real danger. He felt a trust in her that he couldn't describe. He didn't know why he trusted her that way, but he felt confident that she would never really try to hurt him and cause serious damage. She would never have hurt him like Candace, his sister or his mom ever did in the past. She always busted him in this caring way that was so sexy and left him wanting more.

Despite her caring demeanor, a lot of the time when they interacted her actions seemed rehearsed or scripted, the way some people who work in customer service might appear warm and friendly but you sense they're only acting that way because it is their job to do so. They aren't being genuine but it's not because they are bad people, it's because they have troubles on their mind that they are trying to prevent from bleeding into their interactions.

He wondered why Lauren even put forth the effort with him, she wasn't getting paid to pretend to be nice to him. What was she getting out of this? She must have some interest in him. He wanted her to know she could trust him. He wanted to make her feel safe, the same way that she made him feel safe and secure whenever he felt her warm presence. He wanted to know everything about her and he was ready to bare his soul in return but he didn't want to spook her. He felt like if he was too eager with her she might run away, the way a nervous horse or a majestic unicorn might if approached with too much excitement.

He wished he could have met someone like her when he was her age, he wondered what his life would be like now if he had. Instead, when he was her age he was too busy chasing immature 18 year olds that could be easily persuaded with flowers and gifts. Young women who were easy to control through emotional manipulation. He never wanted to be with a predator like Candice again so he pursued meek women who would make him feel strong and who would be easy to guilt into submission. The thing was he never felt like they fulfilled his desires. He wanted to be taken care of and he felt like they always wanted him to take care of them.

He liked that Lauren made him feel loved and cared for in a way that he had never felt before. He couldn't get enough of it. He wanted her to be there when he got home from work. He wanted to go to sleep next to her every night and wake up next to her every morning. He wanted to go out with her and have people see her on his arm and wonder how a guy like him was able to land a woman like that. He wanted to know what it was like to make love to her and more than that, he wanted to make love to her and know that her body was only for him.

*Author's Note (Updated March 17, 2025): Hello dear reader, I know some of the things that I write about in this series can stir up emotions from the past. Please do reach out if you want to discuss. Don't let my chat rules scare you off. I need to write harsh rules to scare off the casuals who just want to ask me derpy questions, use me like a roleplay chat bot, etc. but I'm concerned that the strict rules that I have act as repellent to my more sensitive readers who are the ones I actually want to connect with.*

*If you have ever read a chapter and felt compelled to reach out and then read my chat rules and decided not to "bother" me, please do reach out. I understand that sometimes when you find something that resonates with you, it can make you want to reach out to the person who created it and share your own thoughts and experiences. Maybe you've read something that's stirred up a memory or feelings and you want to talk to someone but you don't have anyone to talk to. I'd be happy to chat for a bit and discuss. Please understand that if you do reach out the conversation is going to be about you, this isn't an invitation to start asking me a bunch of questions about me/Lauren.*

Part 8 https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/195alde/strange_sympathy_chapter_8_daves_flashback_daves/