The Dilemma of Desire Part 3 - Your balls, my steel toed boots

*Prequel -* [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ag3vef/211/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ag3vef/211/)

*Part 1 -* [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1i6ix5a/the\_dilemma\_of\_desire\_part\_1\_hormones\_and/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1i6ix5a/the_dilemma_of_desire_part_1_hormones_and/)

*Part 2 -* [https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1i9p8ju/the\_dilemma\_of\_desire\_part\_2\_coles\_pills/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1i9p8ju/the_dilemma_of_desire_part_2_coles_pills/)

Marielle and Cole sat on the couch, the soft glow of the television screen illuminating the room. Her thoughts wandered toward him, as she processed the fact that yesterday marked the start of Cole's testosterone therapy. It had only been a day, but she felt his quiet anticipation through the air and wondered if he was thinking about it too, when a scene made her sit up. On-screen, a woman kneed a guy in the nuts for grabbing her butt, leaving him writhing on the ground until paramedics arrived to carry him off on a stretcher. In the next scene, the girl stood defiantly as a teacher scolded her, because she nearly emasculated the guy, to which the girl retorted that he deserved it.

Her mind immediately drifted to Cole's own experience, and she glanced at him, noticing how he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat seeing the portrayal of this girl. She remembered him talking about Vicky, the fiery girl from school who toe kicked his testicles hard, injuring them and causing him to collapse over gasping in shock, over a careless remark.

While his penis escaped without injury, the full force inflicted by her foot's assault on his testicles was severe enough that his left testicle succumbed to the trauma. He nearly lost his manhood to her on that day, and she tremendously decreased his chances at ever being able to fertilize a woman.

The question lingered in her mind—how much had his experience mirrored this? She remembered how he mentioned that the girl had even gone as far as taunting him while he was curled up tightly on the ground, too busy choking on his balls to respond. She probably didn’t even realize that she had just semi-emasculated him.

Marielle knew that this was far from the first time that Cole had been hurt like this; his most cherished parts had been the target of a woman's fury before, more than he cared to admit it. He always seemed to find a way to piss off the kind of women who’d make sure he regretted it with testicular trauma. It was as if he had a gift for provoking women who, when angry, didn’t hesitate to aim for the jugular— or, in his unfortunate case, targeting something much lower and way more personal.

Marielle quite openly resented the way these women had put Cole through so much pain, in parts of him that were so delicate and crucial for his ability to fully be a man. Especially that bitch Vicky, who made him kiss his left testis goodbye. Thankfully, in the squabble they had after he got out of the hospital, she did not kick him in the ball, knowing that she might castrate him if she did it again.

Smirking slightly, she decided tonight was as good a time as any to finally ask. Marielle smiled softly, nudging Cole playfully with her foot as she said, “So, tell me... what’s it like knowing Vicky holds the record for the most destructive kick to your... um, delicate parts?”.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead, as he sighed, “Do we really have to talk about this?”. Grinning, she leaned in and said, "Yes, we do. Come on, you were the one sulking about it last night—now spill." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and said, "It’s not just the pain, Marielle. It’s... everything. Knowing how easily she did that to me, how fast. One kick, and bam—my whole life was altered. I keep thinking about how heartless she is—gosh—how unlucky I was."

Marielle leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm, and said, "And what's worse is she didn't care how it affected you, Cole. It was all about her anger, and she didn't think about the damage she could cause to your... manhood... But it's not like you've had the best luck with those parts, you know? I mean, remember Rachel—your ex? The one who made you puke?"

Wincing and covering his face with his hands, Cole replied, "Don’t remind me. That was... brutal. I can still hear her yelling, and then—whack. Straight up into my junk. I thought I was gonna die.” Laughing despite herself, she remarked, “You told me you turned green, Cole. Literal green. I’m pretty sure you still flinch whenever someone brings her up.”

Chuckling nervously, he said, “Yeah, well, it’s not like I.. It's not just that she made me vomit with that knee, it was severe enough that it had a lasting effect on my ego, on top of... the other things...". In a more serious tone, Marielle gently placed a hand on his arm, her fingers briefly brushing his skin as she spoke, “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t joke about it so much. It’s a big deal. I mean, it’s not just the pain— it’s your sexual health, your ability to function as a man, and everything that's supposed to come with it...".

He nodded, his voice softer, "Yeah, every time I see her—or even think about her—I just feel... small, like I’m not really a man anymore. She didn’t just kick me in the nuts; she kind of changed something, you know? I don’t even know how to shake it off." Lightening the mood, Marielle paused before smirking lightly.

"Well, at least you don’t have to worry about your new girlfriend trying to ruin your manhood, right?"

With a half-smile, Cole added, “I hope not. One more hit, and I might as well join the choir..."

She laughed softly at first, the sound easing the tension between them, but her expression quickly shifted to something more thoughtful. "But seriously, Cole," she said, her voice softening, "does it... still hurt? I mean, not just physically, but... you know, do you ever miss your testicle? It’s not exactly something most people can imagine losing." She immediately realised that it became more personal than she had intended, as he shrugged casually, staring at the popcorn bowl. “Sometimes. It’s like this constant reminder. I can’t even get mad at a woman without worrying she’ll... you know, aim there. It’s like Vicky rewired my brain.” She touched his arm again, giving it a tigher squeeze. “She got you good, huh?”. When his only response was a quiet nod, she leaned in, putting her head on his shoulder tenderly. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re manly enough. Sensitive spots and all", she said, before pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss lingered for a moment, the soft and familiar smell of her breath filling his mind, before she pulled back with a smile.

For a second, it seemed to ease the tension, before they turned back to focus on what was on the television. The man from the previous scene now stood before the same woman, raw with anger, as she said, “You forced yourself on me,” she said, her tone sharp. “And I had to defend myself. You should’ve known better.” The scene cuts to a flashback scene, of her stepping forward to knee him hard in the groin, as he crumpled to the floor, choking and gasping in pain. The camera cuts to him on the ground, in a close up shot of his face contorted in shock and agony as he clutched his balls.

Back in the present, the man hisses back. "You broke me! I can't.. I can't even.. you know-", but she cuts him off with a cold satisfaction in her tone. "You did this to yourself the moment you put your hands on me. Too bad for you. The only way I could stop you, was to rob you of the thing you were hoping to use on me. And now you'll never get to use it again. Not with me. Not with any other woman. Ever. And you know what? I think I made the right choice. Men like you deserve to lose that ability. Maybe next time, think twice before you touch another girl like that.” He took a step forward, his expression tightening with something between anger and fear. But she shifted her legs with a subtle yet deliberate movement, her body positioning itself like a warning as he stepped back, the memory of what had happened still fresh.

Cole shifted uncomfortably, the scene hitting a little too close to home as he remembered the conversation he had had with Vicky after he got out of the hospital. Noticing his sudden stillness, Mareille gently curled her fingers around his bicep, her voice soft as she asked him. "You alright?".

He gave her a sideways grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, hey, at least you and I can still perform now. That guy on the screen? Not so lucky." Marielle burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Oh, trust me, you’ll perform just fine... unless, you know, you start slapping my behind without warning", she said with a wink, and a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Smirking, she leaned in and said, “Okay, but seriously, you have to compare—Rachel’s kick versus Vicky’s. Which one wins the gold medal for absolute pain?”. Cole groaned, covering his face with a throw pillow. “Do we have to rank them? Can’t they both just share the crown?”. Marielle nudged his side with her foot. “Yes, we do. For science. But I’m also curious. You said Vicky's kick was worse—so now I need a comparison. Spill it—how bad was Rachel, really? She made you puke. That’s gotta count for something.”

Cole sighed, rubbing his face and wincing as he recalled the memory. "Rachel... she was bad, okay? She caught me off guard. She caught me liking her friend's bikini pic on Instagram. We were arguing over it, and... she stepped forward, grabbed my shirt, and just... brought her knee... up."

Marielle raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly, as if silently encouraging him to go on.

"And before I knew it, her knee was... right there. The pain was so much that... I couldn’t even stand. I went down immediately and puked in her hallway. Spent, like, ten minutes on the floor after that just sobbing in misery... and my nuts ached so bad for weeks after that..."

Marielle tried not to laugh, but her lips twitched. "Weeks? Cole, come on."

Cole sighed, leaning back on the couch, a shadow of discomfort crossing his face. "I'm serious, Marielle... it was bad. Like, really bad. I was doubled over for hours. Couldn’t walk straight for days. My... uh, my nuts were swollen for weeks. I had to ice them constantly."

Marielle finally broke into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. "Wow. She really hated you, huh? You poor thing. And all that for an Instagram post. That’s priceless."

Cole nodded, grimacing at the memory. "I guess I deserved it. Sort of. She said I wasn’t listening, and... well, she made sure I got the message. It took weeks before I could... function normally, again."

Marielle grinned, despite the concern in her eyes. "Poor baby. But you still had both of them back then, huh? How’d you even survive?"

Cole shot her a mock glare, trying to hide his unease. "Barely. I remember lying on the bathroom floor, thinking, ‘This is it. This is how I go.’ And she didn’t even apologize. Just stormed off, leaving me to... well, recover. She kneed me so hard that I couldn't even cum without pain for a month..."

Marielle grinned wider, savoring the absurdity of the story. "Classic Rachel. No remorse. But at least you survived with your two little friends intact, right? So... Vicky?"

Cole nodded, his voice quieter now, a hint of tension creeping in. "Worse. Rachel's knee was sharp, and immediate. But Vicky... it was like she had shut down my entire body. The pain... down there, was like she had shot me. It hurt so badly it drowned out every noise. I heard a few girls laughing... and I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think—it was like my world was ending. The pain just... kept getting worse. It kept getting more intense, and I was gasping for air, trying not to die... and... and now... well, you know the rest."

Marielle’s smile faded, replaced by a rare look of empathy. She imagined his face going pale, his body rigid with shock and pain. She could almost feel it—the nauseating twist in his stomach as he struggled to keep the air in his lungs, the cold sweat on his skin, the desperate gasp for control.

"That’s... brutal," she whispered softly, her voice softer than before. "I can’t even imagine."

Cole just nodded his face turning red, the pain still lingering in his eyes as he tried to find the words. “What really messed with me was how they both hurt like hell, but I could feel the toe of her shoe... I could tell it was pointed, but not sharp, because... I... I felt the toe, uh, landing right on my left, where you know... where my left one was..." he took a deep breath, as if bracing himself to finish, "...I felt it go up into the one I, uh, the spot where she... where she... uh, messed it up. The one that she ruptured."

Marielle nodded thoughtfully, noting how that must have made him feel as a man. The humiliation and loss had probably hit him harder than the pain itself. "Yeah, I mean, Rachel didn’t leave you... well..." She gestured vaguely and gently toward his lap, her expression softening with an apologetic look. "Short one."

Cole nodded, his voice quieter now, a touch of vulnerability in his tone. "Yeah. Rachel hurt me really badly, but I still had my... you know. With Vicky... it’s like she took a piece of me that I can’t get back. And every time I think about her or see myself in the mirror, I feel... less. Like I’m not whole anymore. Like I'm not even a complete man. And anytime you touch those parts, my heart instinctively freezes, like I’m waiting for something to come back… but then… nothing."

Marielle’s eyes softened with sympathy. "I can’t imagine that. It’s like reaching for your phone and realizing you left it at home—except with your balls..." She paused, then grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, you’ve still got one down there... and hey, you ended up with the girl, who’s way hotter than those two try-hards. That’s something, right?"

Cole looked at her, his expression softening as he absorbed her words. Marielle smirked, "Poor thing! Maybe I should start sending it little care packages, like a cute note that says, 'To Cole's right testicle: You're doing great! Your partner’s out there somewhere, in a better place. XOXO,' along with some motivational quotes and maybe some snacks to keep its spirits high." Cole chuckled, shaking his head. "Now that would be the best care package. But I’m sure it’d be a lot easier if I didn’t get reminded of it every time I try to do something normal, like, I dunno, breathe or move."

Marielle softened her tone, giving Cole a reassuring smile. "Babe, that's a lot of pressure to put on yourself. Seriously, no guy expects to have his manhood attacked in such a... she just kicked you in the most vulnerable place on a man's body. That's all." Her voice was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath it. "Honestly, men everywhere get kicked by angry women all the time, and most guys would be fine eventually, but it's just that you can't afford that kind of injury anymore, not with only one ball. All it takes is one overenthusiastic woman and..." Her voice trailed off, the implication hanging in the air.

And then Marielle's tone softened, a playful smile lingering on her lips. "But hey, you don’t need to be perfect. You’re still strong, still a man, and you still have everything that matters. And even if some random angry woman kicks you in your ball and spoils it, I’d still love you. Two balls, one ball, or none. We live in modern times, right? Like the treatment you're on, all kinds of stuff that could fix you up. You’d be good as new.” She winked, the warmth in her eyes lightening the mood.

Cole smiled, as his insecurities lifted off him more than it ever had in all the time since that had happened. For a brief moment, the world outside had disappeared, and it was just him and Marielle, without the need for him to explain or defend himself anymore. Just the softness of her heart, their connection, and her warm presence enveloping him as she climbed over beside him, placing her thigh gently but firmly curved around his body, it's soft weight pulling him closer.

She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering just long enough for him to feel the warmth of her lips, before kissing his neck with a tender and deliberate touch. He closed his eyes, breathing her in, the raw feminine scent of her womanhood on her hair and skin wrapping him, as he opened his eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "Marielle...". Something powerful had stirred in his loins, as he let a shaky breath out, his eyes searching for something he hadn't felt since the operation in her eyes. And then, slowly, he leaned forward, kissing her back softly, his lips inhaling hers in a mix of longing and gratitude. Marielle responded immediately, her hands sliding up to grab his face as she grabbed his head, pushing him onto his back with a playful yet determined force.

Marielle had always been a woman with an undeniably powerful sex drive, and while she not put any pressure on Cole before this night, his reciprocation had awoken her repressed libido, like an uncontrollable storm. The constant ache she had felt deep within and beyond the center of her legs, that constant crave for his strong hands to grab and touch her body, was released all at once, fading everything else as her needs took over her in that very moment.

His senses jumped up at the sudden touch of her leg against his sex organ, as she kissed him passionately, caressing his groin subtly. All of a sudden, she pulled back from the kiss, her lips still tingling with his saliva, her breath catching the space as she looked into his eyes. Her voice was soft, but thick with anticipation and desire as she spoke again, "Can I take.. your pants off?", her voice low as she started sliding her hands down his bare stomach, his urgent nods signaling his consent as he slid his hands up from under her tee shirt, off her warm body and breasts to pull it off her as she did the same to him.

He took a moment to admire her full, naked body in the warm glow of the living room, before reaching his hand out with a newfound vigor, finding her waist and pulling her closer, and she slid her leg between his, her thigh pressing against his now naked testicle intimately and carefully. The sensation sent a shiver through him, as he let out a quiet involuntary moan. Heeding his call, she started grinding and massaging it slowly, the gentle pressure from the soft flesh of her small leg sending pure ecstasy through his body, as his quiet moans erupted, the sensation pulsing and spreading through his body like a force of nature. Marielle's voice was a soft whisper between their kisses, her words carrying both tenderness and a subtle command. "Hold me, Cole. Kiss me. Like the real man that you are." Her fingers traced the outline of his jaw, her gaze locking with his as she pulled him closer, inviting him further into the moment.

As much as she had wanted to feel his throbbing member inside her, she wanted to take off all the pressure from him for his first time in forever, and so she moved one of his hands from her curvy hip and onto her breast and she sat between his open legs, her small hands rhythmically stroking his shaft, exploring and gliding over parts of his body that had not been touched since before the 'incident', as his legs twitched and tensed with each motion she made.

Watching his face as he squirmed had made Marielle so horny, that the handjob she was planning to give him quickly became a blowjob, as she enveloped his manhood in her mouth, her wet tongue sliding all over the tip of his penis as she lips glided over his shaft as Cole stared down into her eyes the entire time, thinking about nothing else but Marielle, Marielle, and Marielle. His muscular body trembled with each slurp she made on his penis, as his hips bucked with her rhythm. She reached a hand down, cupping his gonad, gently massaging and rubbing it as she thought about how soft and delicate it felt in her hand; she couldn't help but think about the girl who injured him, her devastating kick to his baby-makers, and how he cried out in pain on the ground as his affected testicle died... and within seconds of her carefully playing with it, she felt his penis beginning to swell and twitch, as his moans got louder and louder.

She increased her pace, too excited to taste the juices his body had produced in his nut for her, as he let out a loud gasp before his toes curled in, with his strong leg muscles tensing up. She felt his testicle in her hand start to rise up to clench up against his body, as his penis throbbed and pulsated in her warm, loving mouth, for his body preparing to spray and drain every last ounce of sperm his testicle was able to produce until he would be completely dry.

"Oh my... oh my god... ugh, oh my god...", he moaned uncontrollably, his face almost pale, as she felt his body spill over the edge of ejaculation. It had been the hardest cumshot Marielle had ever felt, as she nearly gagged on shot after shot of his rich semen splattering into her mouth and throat, each slurp of his sex organ she took after each shot taking him deeper and deeper into a field of pleasure. She knew he had been extremely backed up, but she did not expect such volumes of cum from a man with only one testicle.

\-

Cole laid sprawled on the bed, deeply asleep, his features softened in his slumber. Slipping quietly from his side, Marielle pulled on a loose robe as she headed to the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of water whilst leaning against the counter sipping, her mind begin replaying the events of the night.

A small, satisfied smiled formed on her lips, tinged with contemplation. Sexual intimacy with him had always been a challenge, but she had never seen him this invigorated before tonight. Arousing lust and desire in a man whose injury robbed him of a vital part of his reproductive system for him to have a healthy sexual capability. It had all been a gamble, and it was one that she was not sure she could win. Seducing him had failed before, leaving them both lost, and frustrated.

She glances back toward the bedroom, gazing at the sheets low on his hips, outlining his relaxed body. Vulnerable, yet resilient. Her eyes traveled down his resting form, lingering briefly on the lone testicle sitting in between his legs. A bittersweet pang echoed in her chest, as she walked back to him to brush a lock of hair from his forehead before gently kissing him there. He stirred slightly, murmuring her name, as she thought to herself, "“It wasn’t easy. None of this is. But tonight, I proved to myself—and to him—that we could still have this. That I could still make him feel wanted, needed... and I’ll remind him of that every day if I have to".

\-

*Physical pain is temporary, and can heal. but the emotional wound in such a private and personal area can linger longer. The humiliation and loss can be worse than the physical pain, for a man to be physically damaged by a woman in such an intimate way, affecting an area tied to his masculinity, fertility and identity.*

*These intimate organs, traditionally seen as something to be cherished and off-limits to harm by a woman meant to be a place of connection, and not of harm. When they are damaged, it is not merely an expression of the woman's anger.*

*In her choice to target his sexual organs, she didn't just hurt him physically; she took from him the strength, control and virility that had been his to give.*

As the years went by, despite Cole's libido recovery being a success, his sexual health continued deteriorating over time. While Marielle was unbothered by his sexual inadequacies, his persisting sexual health complications progressively worsened, eventually leading to his infertility.

Although Vicky's kick to his pelvic area caused only his left testicle to have to be removed, he continued to suffer from chronic pain and hormonal issues due to the lasting tissue damage and complications to his other testicle. While it had only slightly compromised his sperm production, it struggled to compensate initially, but over time, the lasting damage her kick left him with led to the gradual failure of his remaining testicle, and the loss of his ability to produce sperm.

While she carried a weight of guilt at the start, Vicky's guilty didn't last long, and eventually she just got over it. Although his face would sometimes flicker in her mind, she convinced herself men like him deserved what had happened. In Vicky’s eyes, the testicular injury was simply a direct consequence of Cole’s actions. She continued her life without any real sense of regret, blissfully unaware that she had effectively robbed him of his fertility capacity. She never once considered how her actions had led to his inability to conceive with Marielle; the hope of him reproducing with her, or any other woman, lost to her actions.

Marielle and Cole's attempts over the years proved fruitless, as Cole's failure to get her pregnant over months turned into years making it painfully clear that Cole could no longer conceive. While Marielle stood by him lovingly and patiently, her own hopes of continuing her bloodline faded as Cole's inability to reproduce became clear, lasting complications from Vicky's kick ensuring that he never would.