My Poor Balls: Wednesday – The Mirror Game (Kicking)

**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.

# Chapter 24: Wednesday – The Mirror Game (Kicking)

As the door clicked shut behind me I stepped inside. My balls were still deep purple from yesterday’s abuse—tender, swollen, hanging lower than usual. The ache was constant, a dull, heavy throb that never quite left. It is going to be a hard night for these balls I thought as I walked through the door.

I kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants and underwear, and sank to my knees in the foyer, legs spread wide, pushing my swollen sack forward to present my sensitive testicles the way my wife likes.

My wife walked in wearing only a t-shirt, arms crossed, that soft but sharp smile on her face.

“Welcome home, love,” she said. “Tonight we’re playing the mirror game. Thirty-seven kicks. You’re going to watch every single one—no flinching, no eyes closed, no looking away. If you fail, we start over.”

I knew exactly what that meant. I stood up, grabbed the full-length mirror from the hallway, laid it flat on the floor, and dropped down onto my hands and knees, straddling it. My bruised balls hung directly over the glass, perfectly framed in the reflection. The good news was that my position on all fours was easier to maintain as she kicked me. But the bad news was that not being able to see her made it harder to be inspired to take the pain. I have to master my balls. They don’t get to hide. They don’t get mercy. I want her to be proud of me.

She stepped up behind me, her bare feet on either side of the mirror.

Her right foot slid between my legs, gauging distance. She paused to rub her toes across my tender balls. Then she drew her pretty foot back.

The first kick landed clean and hard. Both nuts flattened visibly in the mirror; a deep, nauseating thud exploded through my gut.

“One,” I gasped, eyes locked on my own balls in the reflection, watching them compress and slowly bounce back. 

“Mmm. Look how they jiggle,” she said, voice warm with delight. “So pretty. These rebellious little things are already trying to hide from their punishment, aren’t they?”

The second kick smashed in right behind it. My nuts jolted upward then dropped heavily.

“Two.”

Another kick folded my left ball sideways, sharp pain blooming deep.

“Three.”

A full swing—my right ball compressed flat in the mirror. My breath caught, but I kept my eyes glued downward. It’s upsetting to see the pain coming before it registers in my brain.

“Four.”

Both balls slammed in awkward directions. The pain bloomed, but I stared, watching the sack swell and redden right before my eyes.

“Five.”

A quick jab caught my left testicle dead-on. It felt like it was being crushed from the inside. I gritted my teeth, eyes still open.

“Six.”

She swung again, her pretty toes driving straight up into my balls, flattening them hard against my body. I watched my scrotum stretch and mold around her foot before it bounced back.

“Six,” I breathed, still staring down. These worthless balls are already making me shake and I’m only on six. I have to do better.

A full-power kick came next. Both orbs smashed flat.

“Seven.”

Another hard kick—my sack swung violently in the reflection.

“Eight.”

She wound up for the ninth kick. As her foot came in I couldn’t help it—my eyes flicked upward, stealing a glimpse of her bare legs and the hem of her t-shirt.

The kick that followed was brutally hard. Her foot slammed into my balls with punishing force, smashing them violently upward in the mirror.

“Ah,” she said, voice dripping with mock disappointment. “Trying to look at me instead of your balls? That’s cheating, love. The balls get you into so much trouble, don’t they?” She slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it beside the mirror, now completely naked. “Since you can’t keep your eyes where they belong, I’ll do the rest naked, but you don’t get to look until I’m done kicking the balls. Now we start over.”

The second round started strong—five clean kicks. But my balls had swollen more, grown more sensitive; each hit now landed like a sledgehammer driving deep, aching pain straight into my core.

“Five,” I counted, voice already thinner. They are so sore, I have to find a way to not let those stupid balls control me.

The next kick was too much. My eyes squeezed shut on instinct.

“Eyes closed! Reset,” she announced, sighing theatrically. “Oh honey, the balls are being such brats tonight. They are so cruel to you.”  Then she lines up to kick me in the balls again.

Third round: three kicks. My tender sack screamed with every nauseating throb. On the fourth kick, I looked away—too much to watch my own balls taking this.

“Eyes up. Reset,” she said, clicking her tongue. “The balls are really testing my patience.”

Fourth round: two kicks before the pain overloaded me and I collapsed, smearing sweat over the mirror.

“Again. Get back up.” She instructed.

Fifth round: one single kick and my balls were so swollen even light contact sent fresh waves of deep, sickening ache rolling through me. I started babbling.

“Please—can’t—too much—”

She knelt in front of me, voice velvet-soft. “Poor baby. Want help? I can tie you spread-eagle. You won’t be able to squirm. But if I do that, there will be no pauses. Rapid fire till thirty-seven.”

I nodded, wrecked, tears already streaming. “Yes—tie me—please—” I have to be stronger than my balls. I need the training.  Teach my balls they aren’t the boss.

“I don’t know,” she said, mockingly. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking? These pathetic balls have already made you beg twice.”

“Please!” I begged, voice cracking. “Please tie me spread-eagle so I can’t squirm!”

“And?”

“And kick the balls thirty-seven times with no pause.”

“And?”

“And no mercy for the balls.”

“Good boy.” She smiled, eyes sparkling. “Say the whole thing again, nice and clear, so the balls know exactly what they’re in for.”

I swallowed hard, shame and love twisting together in my chest. “Please tie me spread-eagle so I can’t squirm… and kick the balls thirty-seven times with no pause… and give them no mercy.”

“Perfect.” She dragged me flat on the floor, looping rope around my wrists and anchoring them to the TV stand, then spreading my ankles wide to the legs of the couch. Legs splayed, testicles completely exposed and helpless—no way to shield my poor balls from what was coming. I fought the instinct to try to close my legs anyway, muscles trembling with the effort. These stupid balls don’t get to hide. They don’t get mercy. I have to be more than my animal instincts. 

Then it started.

Kick-kick-kick—three fast. Each one made my nuts slam around wildly, driving deep, nauseating aches through my gut and up my spine. I can’t… I can’t breathe… 

Kick-kick—left ball flattening, right crushing—pulse pounding in my ears, no time to breathe. The ache settled heavy and sickening, radiating everywhere.

Kick-kick.  She paused to dig her heel in, left ball mashed flat. Swelling pressure, the feeling that they were about to burst—hyperventilating, chest heaving, no air. Too much… I’m not going to make it… but I love her so much…

Kick-kick-kick—relentless. My balls became the only thing I could feel. The world narrowed to a red haze of pure agony. 

Kick. Kick. Overwhelming—too fast—can’t think, can’t breathe—just pain—just pain—

Kick-kick—thud-thud. I jerked hard against the ropes, vision blurring, black edges closing in. 

“Baby? Hey—hey, come back.” Her voice sounded distant, worried. She caressed my cheek lightly. “You passed out—shit—too much. You okay?”

I blinked, groggy, my nuts throbbing with a deep, sickening ache that radiated up into my stomach.

“Yeah… yeah,” I managed, hoarse and gasping. 

She untied me and pulled me up, eyes wide with a mix of concern and arousal. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“It’s OK. It’s my fault. I should have remembered to breathe,” I assured her.

She kissed my forehead, then her hand dropped and wrapped around my swollen, bruised testicles, squeezing them firmly.

“Want to hear it?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

She leaned in close, voice soft and loving. “I love you so much.”

As she said it, her fingers tightened hard, crushing my aching balls. She kissed me tenderly while the pain flared white-hot through my gut.



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](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4c0j/my_poor_balls_chapter_20_wake_up_and_smell_the/) (Caning, Kicking, Taser)
* [Chapter 21](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sbt29n/my_poor_balls_chapter_21_sunday_the_long_painful/) (Cock Torture, Ball Kicks)
* [Chapter 22](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1si173p/my_poor_balls_monday_time_with_my_crush_testicle/) (Testicle Vice)
* [Chapter 23](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sjtv8h/my_poor_balls_tuesday_the_commute_penalty_kicking/) (Kicking)