My Poor Balls: Chapter 20: Wake Up and Smell the Bacon (Caning, Kicking, Taser)

**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](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/10bptiz/my_poor_balls_chapter_18_weenie_roast_cock_burning/) (Cock Burning)
* [Chapter 19](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4119/my_poor_balls_chapter_19_good_night_beating_caning/) (Caning)

**Chapter 20: Sunday: Wake Up and Smell the Bacon (Caning, Kicking, Taser)**

I wake up in our tent as my sleeping bag is being unzipped. My wife’s hands searching for my manhood. I slowly spread my legs to make my genitals more vulnerable. Finding a handful of nut, my wife’s grip tightens agonizingly, and then she shakes my nut about violently.


“Wakey, Wakey.” She says as though chiding a child.


I’m overcome by the movement of my savaged sex organs, and roll sideways to drive-heave.


She hasn’t loosened her grip, though one swollen testicle has slipped between her fingers. She shakes the remaining one aggressively again, and chides: “No time for that, let’s do our morning ball-caning, THEN we can do breakfast.”


Mustering a bit of control, I mumble: “Ok… ok… please… ok.” It became a pleading at the end.


Satisfied, she gets up, and leaves me to crawl from our tent.


As I stand up in the bright morning sun, I see her several paces away holding up the testicle noose.


“Well come on then.” she implores, and I take a number of slightly unsteady steps closer before she seizes my testicles again, and forcing them through the noose, she viciously pulls the rope tight.


I whine without words, and then settle to the ground. Once I’ve reached my back, she releases the rope causing it to jerk my balls abruptly as the weight of my mostly empty pack settles entirely to hang from my sensitive bits.


“Let’s do 15, because I’m feeling peppy this morning” she says as she wields the stick, and swings it experimentally against the air. “Are you ready?” she asks rhetorically.


Thwap, the stick descends, and ushers my sensitive balls into a new agony.


“One,” I say, fighting the urge to try to squirm away.


Thwap.


“Uh..uh… two.” I say.


Swish, I tense as the sound terrifies me. Crack. The stick explodes into my bound testicles.


My vision goes white, and as it clears, my wife is holding the switch up, but it has broken in the middle and is now a measly 3 inches above her hand. The expression on her face is pure surprise. Then her eyes turn towards mine, then descend to my genitals, and I see her expression change to one of anger.


“What did those balls do?” She asks.


“I… I… “ I stammer.


“Those fucking balls are going to pay for ruining our fun.” she says darkly in a way that promises even more violence.


“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” I plead, but she isn’t interested. She turns towards me, and lines her hiking boot up to my crotch.


“Mother-fucker!” she screams, and kicks my bound package of nut meat.


“Ahh…” I try to scream but another kick arrives instantly. I see stars, and lines, and my body instinctively tries to curl into a ball, but the pain is sapping my strength, and so I fail even that.


“STOP!” A commanding voice calls out. It's enough to cause my wife to slow her pummeling of my testicles.


“Oh! Hi officer.” She says pleasantly.


I take a deep breath, and open my eyes to see a policeman standing 10 feet away holding a taser pointed half-way at the ground. His expression is confused.


“Stop?” he says again, but his voice rises, and it sounds something like a question. His eyes move up and down across the scene. He sees my wife fully clothed wearing camp attire standing above me as I am fully naked, ball-sac bloated and welted being pulled several inches above my abdomen by a rope that runs over a tree-branch to a hanging pack.


“Stop.” He says again.


“You already said that,” my wife explains.


“Sto…. What is going On?” The officer corrects.


“Well, officer, my husband asked for a ball-beating this morning, and unfortunately the stick he picked out broke. She reaches down, and picks it up. The officer tenses, then relaxes as she holds it sideways.


The officer doesn’t respond, so my wife continues. “Without a stick, I had to do this.” She rears back and kicks my testicles again. I jerk as though having a seizure.


“Stop!” the officer says again, more tense than before.


“You already said that,” my wife explains. Then an idea occurs to her. “You know what, maybe I could borrow your nightstick to finish the beating.”


“What?” The officer says.


“My husband and I would like to borrow your stick, so I can finish beating on his testicles.” She enunciates slowly. Seeing no response from the officer, she looks down at me, asking me to help her explain.


“Uh…” I try to form words. “Officer, my wife is right, it would really help us out if you could loan us your baton.”


“I don’t think he has one,” my wife observes. “Officer, do you have a nightstick that you beat criminals up with?”


“Um… No.” He replies. “But I have an Asp.”


“What is an Asp?” my wife asks.


“It’s a collapsible baton,” He explains.


“Ooh, that sounds cool, can I see it?”


The officer holsters his taser, and produces a small metal object, then with a flick of his wrist, he expands it. Then stands unmoving.


My wife takes a couple steps towards him, then reaches out her hand. “Can I see that?” She asks.


“Uh.. OK.” the officer says and extends the baton, but his eyes are locked on my testicles.


My wife snatches it, then slashes at the air feeling for the weight. “It doesn’t feel like much.” she appraises, walking the seven or so steps back to my still bound form. “Let’s try.” She places the tip of the baton against my nuts, then rears back, then keeps going farther winding up for a full force strike.


“No!” I try to warn her, but the baton comes down so quickly with so much force that I can’t stop it, or squirm away. When it lands my world turns to oblivion. Nothing.


…..


I splutter awake as water washes over my face, and some goes up my nose. I cough.


“Honey, the nice officer says I can’t use his taser on the balls.” It’s a weird thing to say, and I’m trying to understand it. “He says only he can use his taser, it’s department rules.”


“Ok” I say lamely.


“Um, I don’t know what you are into dude, but if I’m going to tase your balls, you have to tell me you are into it.” The officer says.


I look at him, then up at my wife who nods.


Ug.. I think. “Fuck, go ahead, tase my nuts”.


“Don’t be disrespectful to the Officer!” My wife chides. “Ask nicely.” There is darkness in those last words.


“Please officer, would you be so kind as to use your taser on my testicles?”


“OK, dude”. He says, taking one knee, holding his taser menacingly close to my man parts. One of my balls has swollen grotesquely from the asp. “Man that left nut is fucked.” Then he places the taser against my bound nuts.


Everything explodes as I thrash about. My muscles tense including some muscles that aren’t fully used to tensing this hard. My balls hurt and don’t stop hurting, but the pain is above the testicle. I might have pulled a muscle.


“Thanks officer. You’ve been so kind.” My wife says.


His eyes are still on my pathetic form. Then he looks up and sees her, and replies. “You all still have to move along. If the old lady complains again, we are going to have to tow your car.”


“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that. If the car gets towed, my husband would have to pull it all the way home with his silly balls.”


The officer's face registers surprise, then he looks again at my mangled nuts. “He can do that?” he asks.


“Probably not, but it might be fun to see him try, right?” my wife asks invitingly. .



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