Daddy's Balls - Chapter 1: Soft Balls Tuesday (Incest, Discovery, Vice Crushing)

**Disclaimer**:  These stories are a work of fiction.  All of the characters depicted are at least 18 years old.  None of the events depicted have occurred as they are depicted.  

# Chapter 1: Soft Balls Tuesday (Incest, Discovery, Vice Crushing)

Lizzy was heading home from college with her lab partner Denise, on a cold winter day. She liked Denise because she was smart about book stuff, and Lizzy usually struggled. They had chemistry homework to do together, and Lizzy had invited Denise over to her house to work on it.

“Thanks for letting me come over” Denise says for the 3rd time as they reach the front door.

“No problem, my family loves company.” Lizzy assures her, and opens the door to follow Denise in.

“Take your shoes off in the mud room please, we just got new carpet.”

“OK.” Denise says and steps out of her shoes, then follows Lizzy’s example, and hangs her coat on the coat rack.

Then she continues deeper into the house into the kitchen “Straight ahead” Lizzy directs as she follows.

Denise makes it to the doorway connecting the Kitchen to the living room and freezes. In plain sight laying across an oversized coffee table is a naked man. He is slim and older, not Lizzy’s brother. And he is struggling. Shaking uncontrollably.

Denise starts to back up, and collides with Lizzy.

“Hey!” Lizzy complains. “Keep going.”

Denise, terrified, turns to Lizzy. “We’ve gotta get out of here. Got to get help. Something awful is happening in there.”

Lizzy looks over Denise’s shoulder. Then tries to soothe her, “It’s just daddy. I forgot it was Tuesday.”

Denise, confusion briefly overcomes terror. “Wha..What?”

“Here I’ll show you.” Lizzy says and then shuffles past Denise. When she realizes Denise isn’t following, she turns back, and grabs the other girl’s arm. “Come on!” with a little tug.

Denise relents, and takes a few steps into the room. As she nears the figure on the coffee table she can see sweat beading on the man's body, and his face locked into a grimace that seems to express decades of pain. His hands are bound with a cloth binding of some sort that runs under the coffee table, and they are fighting his bonds. Struggling to make sense of it, she asks, “Is a, is he having a seizure?”

“No, silly,” Lizzy scolds as if the suggestion is absolutely absurd. Then she reaches down to the figure’s crotch, and lifts up a 8” square plastic plate. “See” she says, gesturing.

What Denise sees is an absurd funhouse vision from people’s nightmares. A mass of flattened human meat impossibly large for such a small frame. “Um..um...um…” hyperventilating a bit Denise can’t form a sentence. “Are… are those fake testicles?”

“No, silly. They are real.” Lizzy scolds again.

“But… but they are too big?”

“They aren’t really that big. I mean maybe normal size, but I’ve seen bigger.”

Bigger? Those testicles took up a majority of the clear plastic plates. Spreading out several inches in diameter. At least twice the size of any testicles Denise had ever seen, which wasn’t many, but still. “Um...Why do they look so funny?” Denise asks.

“Oh!” Lizzy explains understanding for the first time. “They are being flattened, see”, and she rotates the plates to the side to show that the gap between them is less than an inch. As she manipulates the plates, the bound man starts struggling, clearly suffering from the movements. His mouth forms a scream, but no sound comes out.

Denise, as confused as ever. “So, um, those are his real balls?”

“Yes”

“Being flattened by plastic plates?”

“Yes”

“Why?”

Lizzy still not explaining well says “Because daddy has magic balls”

“Magic balls?” Denise repeats. No closer to understanding. She takes half a step back in case she needs to flee.

“Yeah,” Lizzy explains, “Daddy’s balls get soft on Tuesday and hard on Thursdays. It’s like magic.”

Awkwardness, fear, and confusion coalesce into Denise’s mind. She giggles. She doesn’t know why, but nothing is currently making any sense. “Um..Am I dreaming?” She pinches herself.

“I don’t think so,” Lizzy says, confused by the question.

Manic laughter from Denise. Why doesn’t it make sense? It must be a dream. There is no way out but through, she thinks. She takes a breath to steady herself, then another fractional step backwards before asking. “Why is your father tied naked to a coffee table in your living room, with his testicles flattened in a vice?”

“Because his magic balls get soft on Tuesday!” Lizzy explains, becoming exasperated. “See?”, she lifts up the vice again, and faces it towards Denise as if that explains everything. The bound man struggles and screams wordlessly.

More manic laughter from Denise. I must be losing my mind, she thinks. Then she realizes that the world is spinning, and says out loud, “I think I need to sit down.”

Lizzy drops the vice causing the man to frantically struggle, then grabs Denise's arm and steers her to a seat on the couch. “It’s OK, just close your eyes and breathe. Count to 10 and it will pass”.

Lizzy had learned first aid in a college first-aid class, and was particularly proud that she knew what to do in this situation.

Denise sat, and did as Lizzy said. Her nerves calmed significantly, and she opened her eyes to realize that from her position on the couch, she was right next to the suffering figure on the coffee table. She looked down at him, and confirmed he was the right age to be Lizzy’s father. He was a slim man with a very uncool mustache.

Then her eyes were drawn to his crotch. His pubes were shaven, and his flaccid penis was draped across the plates as they rested on his legs. The head was bright red, and circumcised, and came to about the ½ way point on the clear vice where his grotesquely flattened balls were imprisoned.

“Hey sis”, someone else had entered the room. “Who is this?” the young woman gestured to Denise.

“This is Denise, my chemistry lab partner. Denise, this is my sister, April”

“Nice to meet you, Denise,” April says politely.

Denise looks back taking several seconds to process the words then replying mechanically. “Nice to meet you too”.

April grins, “Well, I’m off to work, don’t let daddy frighten your new friend away.” She turns and starts to leave.

“WAIT!” Denise suddenly shouts. It came out much louder than she intended. She addresses April “Why is your father tied naked to a coffee table in your living room, with his testicles flattened in a vice?”

April shrugs. “Because it is Tuesday.” Denise’s confused expression shows non-comprehension so April continues. “Daddy’s balls get soft on Tuesdays.” Then she turns and leaves, confident that she gave an adequate explanation.

Denise doesn’t know how to make sense of it. So she looks around. Looking at the cartoonishly flattened balls, she sees that they are flattened to a diameter larger than a grapefruit. She studies the topography. The testicles are pink on the edges, and white in the middle, with clear definition of each individual orb. There are lines that run across the balls asymmetrically. Those are veins. She knew this from health class. Maybe that was what was happening? Maybe they were making medical diagrams? No, that doesn’t make sense. He wouldn’t be tied up and in so much pain.

“Why am I here?” Denise asks existentially.

“To do our chem lab homework.” Lizzy reminds her. “If you are recovered, let’s get started. My room is right up these stairs.” Lizzy takes a step in that direction.

Denise looks down at the bound man's flattened orbs, then says “NO!” It’s way too loud again, more of a shout than it should be. Sheepishly she repeats, “no.”

“Is everything alright?” Lizzy’s brother Tyson has come ¾ way down the stairs to investigate the shouting.

Denise knows Tyson. Tyson is Lizzy’s little brother. He’s a freshman in college like her, while Lizzy is a sophomore. Tyson can help! She thinks. He has always been nice to me! Then she holds up one hand to draw his attention, and prepares a speech. “Why is your father tied naked to a coffee table in your living room, with his testicles flattened in a vice?”

“Because he has magic balls, and they get soft on Tuesdays.” Tyson says matter-of-factly.

“I already told her that!” Lizzy snaps at her younger brother. Annoyed that he is poking his nose into her business.

“What's the problem then?” he asks. Both siblings turn to look at Denise.

Denise glances down trying to understand how much force is in play to flatten a man’s testicles like that, then takes 2 breaths to compose herself. “Tyson, do you have magic balls?” She says, proud of herself for identifying a new approach.

Tyson laughs. “I sure hope so.”

“WHY!?” Denise shouts again, again not meaning to.

Tyson descends the stairs the rest of the way, then abruptly reaches down, and lifts the vice up to demonstrate the flattened testicles to Denise. The man struggles unsuccessfully as the vice is manipulated. “Look at these things.” Then he turns it sideways, and demonstrates that he can’t fit his index finger in between the crushing plates.

“I hope someday my balls can make my wife as happy as daddy’s balls make mom,” Tyson says.

“Your little wussy balls are going to break as soon as they go in a vice, bro. You’ll always be a boy, never a man like daddy.” Lizzy mocks.

Tyson looks hurt, but the man on the table suffers as Tyson casually releases the vice and lets it flop. He seems about to retort when an alarm starts going off.

Lizzy steps to the stairs and shouts, “Mom! Dad is ready!”.

Lizzy’s mom heard the alarm, and was already bounding down the stairs. She gets to the bottom and turns to see Denise seated on the couch right next to her bound husband. “Oh… hi there.” she says to Denise. Then she turns to Tyson. “Tyson, did you finally bring home a girlfriend?”

“No mom,” Tyson says defensively. “This is Lizzy’s friend, Denise”

The older woman steps to the alarm clock and turns it off as she says, “Hi Denise, I’m Lizzy and Tyson’s mom, Ruth”, then she gives a wave.

Denise is catatonic. Staring silently at the grotesquely flattened balls. Clearly they must be unbelievably painful based on the man’s reaction. She has seen balls before, but normal balls, nothing like these monstrosities.

Seeing no response, Ruth excuses herself, “Well, young lady, I’d very much like to talk more, but as you can see,” She gestures to the bound man, “I’m right in the middle of something.”

She reaches down, and unties one of the man’s hands. As soon as it is loose both hands reach towards the vice, then they snap back to his head, then back to the vice. He doesn’t seem willing or able to remove his testicles from the crusher.

“Don’t kick!” Ruth warns him, as she unties his ankles. Lastly, she reaches down and starts unscrewing the 4 screws that keep the plates together. The man, no longer bound, covers his eyes tightly with his hands and squirms about.

Denise’s eyes are drawn to the man's balls. As pressure is released they expand, and expand, and expand. Eventually the vice loosens enough that the balls slide out between the plates. As this happens, the man says “oooough” The first clear sound he has made in the entire process.

Ruth takes the vice, and slides out a small round metal bit. She walks to the mantle where hundreds of similar round things are set up in a display rack. The one she has just removed is placed in its spot ¾ of the way down the display rack. She puts it expertly in place, and then removes the one adjacent to it, and snaps it in place on the vice.

Casting a look at the rack. The spacers at the left edge are maybe 3 times as thick as the one just removed from the crusher. The ones on the right edge are maybe ½ as thick.

“OK, John,” Ruth says. “Looks like you made it again. Let’s go do our thing.”

She helps him up. He stands unsteadily. His balls are still clearly in pain, but as Denise looks at them they are now pink all the way around, and normal sized. It doesn’t make sense how big and flat they were just seconds ago.

John leans on his wife as she guides him to the stairs and on up.

Denise, full of questions, voices one after they’ve left. “So his balls just return to normal looking balls after that?”

“Yeah, Magic balls” both siblings say at once, then glare at each-other.


**Author's Note:** This is a new concept for me. I had a magical journey of discovery into BDSM, and I wanted to tell a story about other people experiencing that journey in a slightly more interesting way. I workshopped many, many ideas, and then ended up on TV Tropes one day on the entry for "**But for Me, It Was Tuesday"** I hope you enjoy the story. If you do, leave me your thoughts.