Daddy’s Balls Chapter 4: Taking it like a boy(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)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sju82k/daddys_balls_chapter_3_taking_it_like_a_man/) (Incest, Discovery, Ball Kicking)



# Daddy’s Balls Chapter 4: Taking it like a boy(Incest, Discovery, Ball Kicking)

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Tyson had just announced to everyone that he was ready to take his 20 agreed upon kicks to the nuts, and having earlier failed to ‘take them like a man’, he was now arranged to ‘Take them like a boy’, and his current situation made that look somewhat comical.  

Tyson had hung a swing by the board that his dad had just been secured to, and he had put fluffy pink cuffs around his legs above his knees.  Matching cuffs are on his wrists.  There were ropes laid out from the pillars to either side of him.  

Seeing everyone’s attention falling on him, he looks at Denise one more time, then lays forward across the swing, which forces his arms to hang down in front, and his pale butt to stick up.  Most importantly, his sensitive genitals were hanging down between his spread legs.  

Lizzy trotted over to clip the cuffs on Tyson's legs and wrists to the rope, pulling it tight as she did so.  

It looked efficient.  Denise doubts Tyson will be able to squirm away from his mother’s kicks now.  

Ruth pats her husband on the head, and he collapses like a rag doll into a fetal position that unfortunately is able to hide his bloated gonads from Denise’s view.  

“OK, Tyson, here comes mommy” Ruth says as she takes her position behind her bound son.  Denise slides subtle to the side to make sure her view of Tyson’s family jewels are not obstructed.  

Ruth carefully sizes up her target, and then kicks forcefully into the vulnerable testicles exposed to her.  Tyson yelps in pain, and another kick connects immediately. Tyson mewels pitifully.  Kick, and Tyson is struggling against his bonds.  His hands and feet move, but are unable to do anything to slow the brutal testicle assault.  

By kick seven, Tyson is weeping, mostly given up struggling, either because he realized it was pointless, or he had run out of energy.  Each kick elicits a pained yelp followed by sobs.  

Denise looks carefully for damage like the bright welts all over John’s balls, but she doesn’t see any.  Beth’s sock covered feet aren’t leaving marks, but from Tyson’s reaction it must hurt terribly.

Kick.  Kick.  Kick.  Only a single beat between each one, and then Ruth pauses for a drink.  She is sweating in the brisk winter air.  

Tyson is sobbing limply.  

“Who’s a little baby?” Lizzy mocks.  

“Yeah, ty-ty, you are only half done, and being such a drama queen.”  April joins in with her sister.

“What do you think Denise?” Ruth asks after a sip from her cup.

Denise doesn’t know how to answer.  The women were right.  Tyson’s pitiful weeping is proof he isn’t near the man his father is.  But it is exciting to see him so vulnerable, and to know that no matter what he wants, more kicks are coming for his precious balls.  

Denise looks to Ruth, then Lizzy, then April, then to Tyson and his pathetic testicles.  Trying to formulate a response.  “This is fun?” she says finally, voice raising at the end as if asking a question.

“It is fun isn’t it.” Ruth agrees before taking her place, and launching another kick to her son’s manhood.  Tyson yelps again, and renews his struggle against his bonds.  Kick, Kick, and now he was sobbing again.  

“Cry, cry little baby.”  “Who’s got achy ballsies?”  Lizzy and April mock him.

“Yeah!” Denise adds lamely, then tires a cheer.  “Give him a good one!”  

Ruth abruptly stops, and turns to Denise, more serious than before.  “This isn’t a sport.”  She chides Denise.  “I’m trying to help my son become a man here.”

Denise is shaken.  Had she screwed it all up?  Was she going to be asked to leave?   

April and Lizzy interrupt her train of thought by bursting out laughing.  Ruth grins, and takes pity on Denise.  “I was only joking, honey.  I take my role as mother very seriously, but it doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun while I do it.”   She turns back to her son.  

“Here’s MOMMY!” she says as she launches a devastating kick that clearly hits something sensitive, because now Tyson is up on his tip toes, ineffectually trying to put distance between his balls, and the woman who gave birth to him.

All of the girls laugh, and Ruth kicks again.  Tyson, shaking uncontrollably now makes a pitiful whine.  Kick, Kick, Kick.  3 kicks in quick succession, and Tyson’s shaking looks like a seizure now.  

“Only 3 more tyty” Lizzy taunts.  “Then it’s my turn.”

Tyson, gasping for air, whines “mom.”  

Ruth ignores him, and kicks him so hard he slumps.  Another kick proof that he hasn’t fainted because he twitches, and cries.  Then one final kick, and Ruth casually walks away to retrieve her drink. 

“Boy, that is some good exercise.” Ruth says fanning herself with her hand.  

Lizzy takes advantage, and steps up.  “Mo…..”  Tyson's plea is cut off as Lizzy kicks him.  Kick, kick.  “Mommy!”  “Please.”  “Please!”  “Mommy!”  “Make her stop!” Tyson begs in the most pitiful, and yet arousing fashion.  

“Lizzy,” Ruth motions for a pause to the assault on her son’s testicles.  Then turns to Tyson.  “Now Tyson, you told us you could take the kicks like a man, but you aren’t a man are you?”

“No” Tyson sobs.

“You are just a little boy, right?

“Yes” Tyson pleads, willing to do anything to stop the assault on his genitals.

Ruth lets a pregnant moment pass, and then says.  “OK then, just so you remember.  No sex with girls until you are a proper man.”

“Can we be done?” Tyson begs.

“Of course, honey.”  Tyson relaxes visibly before Ruth continues.  “We can be done as soon as Denise and April each get 5 kicks to help you remember your place.”

“NOOOO!” Tyson whines.

Ruth sets down her drink, and quickly closes the distance between Tyson, bringing her foot up into his punished organs with an audible meaty slap.  Then another, and another.  

Tyson cries.  

Ruth, fury spent, chastises him.  “Don’t you forget who you are talking to!   I’m your mother, and until you are a proper man, I get to decide what to do with you.  Now let your sister, and friend kick you in the balls like a nice little boy.  You hear me?”

Tyson weeps.  “I hear you, I’ll be good.” 

“Ok, Denise, take your 5 kicks.” Ruth instructs.

“Um…OK…Um…Would it be OK if I go last?”

Ruth eyes here appreciatively, “Sure, honey”  

“Fine by me,”  April is eager, and delivers her first kick evoking more bawling from Tyson.  

He is such a whiny child, Denise thinks to herself, no longer even thinking of Tyson as a peer after his response to his mother kicking him repeatedly in the balls.

Kick.  Sobs.  Kick.  Sobs.  Kick. Sobs.  

April lingers for the final kick.  “Here it comes baby brother.” she taunts.  “It’s almost here.  This one is going to hurt.  Are you ready? ...  Tell me you are ready.”

Tyson sobs, “I’m r..”  April’s punt arrives early, taking Tyson off guard.  His feet move up and down, unable to sooth his abused gonads.

“Good one, Ape.”  Lizzy praises her sister.

Denise gently but persistently shoves April to the side so she can take her spot before Tyson has had a chance to recover.  Her foot rears back, and strikes with all of her might into Tyson’s mushy nuts.  Then immediately, she steps back for another swing, this time with more follow-through.  When Tyson’s balls flatten between her foot and his torso, she relishes the feeling of each nut independently.   Then another step back, and another savage kick.  Tyson goes limp again.   She doesn’t care.  She kicks him again, and watches him dance in the swing.  Then again, then again, then again, then….

Ruth grips her arm.  “Ok, honey, I think he has had enough for right now.  I’d be a bad mom if I let you use him up on your first time out.”

Denise blushes, and takes in the scene again.  John has managed to rise, and is seated, legs spread on a bench holding his sensitive testicles above the cold surface.  Lizzy and April are grinning widely, enjoying seeing the mistreatment of their brother.  Tyson is fully limp, dangling from the swing.  

She steps back, and kneels down to appraise the damage to Tyson’s package.  His ballbag is swollen, but not badly bruised like his father’s.  Each breath makes his nuts wobble a bit.  His penis just peaks out below his bloated sac.  The dick-head is extra red.  Denise imagines several of the kicks impacted on the tip of the cock.  

“Well, girls, I’ve got to go and bed my husband, don’t forget to release Tyson.”  Ruth announces, and gestures to John, who struggles to follow her into the house and up the stairs.

Lizzy, Denise, and April giggle.


**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.