Daddy’s Balls Chapter 3: Taking it like a man (Incest, Discovery, Ball Kicking)

**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.  

Previous chapters:

* [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1scku4o/daddys_balls_chapter_1_soft_balls_tuesday_incest/) (Incest, Discovery, Vice Crushing)
* [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1si1nux/daddys_balls_chapter_2_hard_balls_thursday_incest/) (Incest, Discovery, Ball Caning)

# Daddy’s Balls Chapter 3: Taking it like a man. 

“... How do you want it?  Like a man or like a boy?” Ruth’s words hang in the air.

Tyson considers his options, then looks over at Denise.  His eyes scan down to her plump tits.  Denise saw his attention, and tried to subtly thrust her shoulders back to help out her push-up bra. She wasn't sure how to attract college boys, but tits seemed like a good bet.

“Like a man”, Tyson proclaims.  Denise wonders at the choice.  What could it mean?  Did she influence it, or was Tyson just ogling her because he was a horny boy.   

“April, Lizzy.  Help daddy dismount please.” Ruth commands as she unhooks the carabiner from the cuff on John’s second hand.  John's hands rush to the middle of the board right above his trapped balls, and try impotently to help support his weight, and get his feet back under him.  Ruth unhooks the latch holding his penis, and it flops down illustrating the contrast between the angry welted meat of his abused testicles, and the soft, pale skin of his penis.

Lizzy steps to one side, and April to the other.  Ruth undoes one loop from John’s testicles, and John twitches with new agonies.  

“Help him stand, girls.” Ruth says, and as John’s weight is lifted off of his trapped testicles.  Ruth undoes the 2nd loop, and John arches in pain, and then goes abruptly limp into the arms of his daughters.   

They groan under his weight, but John was a small man, and his daughters are able to gently lower his unconscious body to the floor.   

“OK, Tyson.  Your turn.”  Ruth announces.   

Tyson steps forward to a spot in the middle of the patio, and lowers himself to his knees with his legs spread, and his hands behind his neck.  

“Uh-na!” Ruth chides, “Get them out.”

“But mom!” Tyson whines, “Denise is over”  

Lizzy speaks up, “Denise doesn’t mind, do you?” She looks at Denise.

“Uh… No.” Denise answers.  Not sure that she wants to see Tyson’s parts, but sure that it will give her a better view of the kicks as they land.   

“Mom!” Tyson whines again, then looks from person to person, before standing up and removing his pants and underwear.  He now matches his dad, shirt, Jacket, and socks, but nothing covering his private parts.  

Denise looks down at Tyson’s genitals.  His penis isn’t fully soft, but also isn’t all the way hard, and his balls are a pale pink.   She turns her eyes back to John’s collapsed form, and his angry red and black balls.   No, she decides.  Tyson doesn’t match his dad… yet.

Tyson lowers himself again to his knees.  Legs spread.  Arms behind his head.  

“OK, darling, be a good boy.” Ruth instructs taking her place directly in front of Tyson.  She waits a beat, and then lets fly a savage kick to his nuts.  

Tyson’s eyes bug out, and spittle projects from his mouth as he falls forward collapsing with hands grasping for his aching balls.  Lizzy and April burst out laughing.  

“Like a man!” April mocks, as Tyson struggles to comfort his balls.

Ruth looks down disapprovingly.  Eventually, she says, “It’s OK honey.  I’ll give you another chance.  But don’t embarrass us in front of our guest.”  

Breath coming unsteadily, Tyson rises back into his kneeling position with his hands finally taking their place behind his head.  His eyes make clear the terror he feels.  

Ruth takes a second to aim, touching her sock covered foot to Tyson’s vulnerable parts before pulling her leg back, and bringing that foot crashing into Tyson’s testicles.  

Again, Tyson crumples over, this time doubled in the middle with his face and knees both making contact but his butt high in the air. 

Lizzy chides Tyson, “You’ll never be a man like daddy with those weak balls of yours.”  

Ruth, disapproval still showing in her face, gives him a beat and then kindly instructs, “OK, Tyson, probably best that you get the swing out.  I’m sure you will be a man some day, but for now you are still a boy.”

Tyson struggles to his feet, and goes off to get the swing.  As he does Denise looks from person to person.  

Finally she gains the courage to ask, “What did he have to do to take it like a man?”

Lizzy explains patiently, “A real man can stay in his position when kicked in his baby-makers.”

That didn’t seem right to Denise.  “Every man I’ve seen take a solid kick doubles over right away.  Are you sure a man could take a kick without breaking position?” She looks off to Lizzy, the one she knows the most, but April answers.  

“Of course they can.  Daddy does so all of the time.”  Denise looks skeptical, so April continues, “Any man worthy of me is going to have to learn, right mom.”

Ruth explains, “Women in my family are very special, and we only marry men with special balls like my husband, John.”   

Tyson has brought back a swing, and starts to hook it to the same board that recently trapped his father’s balls for punishment.  

Denise realizes Ruth is staring at her.  “Denise, would you like to see how my husband can take a kick like a man?”  

“Yes!” she exclaims, and then tries to cover because she doesn’t want to come off as weird or worse, like she is perving on a 49 year old man.  “Uh… sure?”  

Lizzy pokes her in the ribs.  “It’s OK, Denise.  Mom is always looking for excuses to show off Daddy’s magic balls.”

Denise responds, “OK, then yes, I’d like to see what it looks like to take a kick like a man.”

Unexpectedly, Ruth turns, and walks over to the cupboard that held the canes used earlier, and withdraws a small package, then walks over to her crumpled unconscious husband.   She crouches down, and breaks the seal on her package, and waves it in front of his nose.  

John awakes with a start, and then reaches down to cradle his abused organs.  

Ruth, “Honey, get up.  We’ve got a guest, and want to show her how you take a kick like a man.”

Denise turns to Lizzy and April, “She is gonna kick him right now?”   

Lizzy and April grin back, and April says, “Yep”.

John agonizingly gets to his knees, and spreads his legs giving Denise a good view at his massively swollen testicles.  Apparently, the caning had left a significant swelling in its wake, and his balls which used to hang loosely a little below his limp penis were now bloated, and hanging twice as low.  

“Wow!”  Denise exclaims, then tries to control her interest.  

Ruth beckons her over, then grabs her by the shoulders, and faces her towards John.  “Go ahead, honey, give him a kick.”   

“I get to?”  Denise asks.

“Yeah,” Ruth confirms.

Denise looks from person to person.  Lizzy and April seem amused.  Tyson seems incredibly crestfallen, and his penis has wilted in shame.   She turns back to John, he is conscious, but he is still paler than he probably should be. 

Denise sizes up the distance between her foot, and the bloated man-meat, of her friend’s dad.  She gently taps the balls like Ruth did before she kicked Tyson.   Then she swings her leg back, and brings the top of her foot up as hard as possible into John’s tortured baby makers.  

John tenses as she makes contact, his eyes gloss a bit, but he doesn’t move at all.  

“Wow” Denise exclaims.  “Can I do that again?”  she asks Beth.

“OK, but just one more time.  John’s had a full night, and still gets to try and fuck me later.”  

Denise plans her strike.  Then she steps in, kicking John solidly in the balls, she grips his shoulders as part of her follow-through, and feels John tense up as her foot makes contact with his squishy ball bag.  

John’s head cranks back, and for a second it looks like he is going to lose consciousness, but he doesn’t.  

“Wow.”  Denise says. 

“OK, Mommy, I’m ready!”  Tyson’s voice interrupts Denise’s appreciation for what an impressive man John was.  

Lizzy snorts at Tyson’s announcement.

(to be continued)



**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.