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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 36: Saturday: First Snow (kicking) I woke to her warm breath tickling my ear and that bright, giddy voice I both loved and feared.
“Honey… wake up. It’s snowing! The very first snow of the season!”
I cracked my eyes open. Six-twenty. She was already dressed head to toe — thick coat, scarf, gloves, and those heavy black snow boots. I barely had time to process before she was pulling me out of bed.
“Bundle up, but leave your cock and balls completely out. The balls don’t get to hide from the snow.”
The second we stepped onto the porch the cold hit my already bruised balls like a slap. They shriveled instantly, skin tightening painfully, every nerve lighting up in protest. God, they’re already freezing… this is going to be bad.
She wrapped her gloved hand around my sack and led me by the balls straight to the BBQ table covered in snow. Without a word she dragged my naked testicles across the snowy table, grinding them slowly back and forth, forcing two long, ugly trenches through the perfect white powder.
“There we go,” she cooed. “All marked up for me.”
She stepped back, looked at the damage, and her whole face changed — that dangerous, playful smile spreading.
“Ohhh no… look what those naughty, selfish balls just did.” She pointed dramatically. “They ruined my perfect first snow! They left ugly marks right in the middle of my beautiful white snow. How dare they?”
She shook her head in mock disappointment, then suddenly brightened. “Oh, but I don’t want your knees getting cold. That wouldn’t be fair.” She grabbed a thick towel, folded it neatly, and laid it in the snow. “Kneel right here, sweetie. Your knees get protection. The balls… well, they don’t.”
The unfairness burned in my chest even as my balls ached from the cold. My knees were warm and safe. My balls were bare, half-frozen, completely exposed.
I knelt. She walked away, stomping loudly through the deep snow to pack fresh powder onto her boot, then came back grinning.
The top of her heavy boot swung up hard and smashed straight into my frozen sack. The impact drove them up against my pelvis with a sickening thud. “One!”
She immediately turned and walked away again, packing more snow on her boot like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Two… Three… Four… Five…
Each kick sent fresh waves of icy pain radiating through my gut. My balls were turning bright red, the cold making every impact feel like a hammer made of ice.
By the eighth kick my legs were trembling violently. The ninth drove me forward and I collapsed face-first into the snow, balls driven straight into the freezing powder. The cold burned so badly I couldn’t even speak.
When I finally pushed myself back up, she was staring at the snow with wide eyes.
“Oh my goodness… are you serious right now?” Tiny droplets of red dotted the white snow where my balls had been. “The balls are bleeding on my pretty snow? They’ve ruined it even more!”
She planted her hands on her hips, looking genuinely offended. “That is completely unacceptable. Those balls owe me five penalty kicks for bleeding all over my snow.”
She packed her boot again, voice sweet but cruel.
“Penalty… Penalty… Penalty… Penalty… Penalty!”
Every penalty was harder than the last. I was shaking, barely able to stay upright when she finally stopped.
With one more kick remaining, she sized up by hurting balls. She carefully measured the distance by slowly touching her foot to my vulnerable testicles, and then pulling it way, way back.
When it came forward, my eyes bugged out as my frozen ball meat was compressed, and sharp, but also dull pain overwhelmed me. I sagged back onto my heels. I don’t know how long before I regained my senses, but when I did I whispered, “Ten”.
She brushed snow off her coat, then reached down and wrapped her icy glove around my bare cock.
“Mmm, you’ve been such a good husband celebrating the new snow by helping me hurt the balls,” she purred, stroking slowly. “This part is your reward.”
The handjob was torture. Her glove was freezing, gritty with snow and ice. There was no pleasure at all — just cold, abrasive, dead sensation. After a few strokes, my dick had gone totally numb. I could see her hand moving, feel the pressure, but it was completely lifeless. When I finally came it was pathetic — just a weak, mechanical dribble on the snow. No orgasm. No relief. Nothing.
She wiped her glove on my hoodie, leaned in close, and whispered tenderly in my ear, “I love you.”
The second the words left her mouth she crushed my frozen, bleeding balls in her gloved fist — hard.
I folded forward, groaning into the snow as fresh agony detonated through me.
She stood up straight, cheerful as ever, and gave me a bright smile.
“Clean up the mess those naughty balls made and come inside for cocoa, sweetie. We’re not done celebrating the snow yet.”
Chapter 1 and 2 (Kicking and electrical play) Chapter 3 (Kicking and licking) Chapter 4 and 5 (Kicking and crushing in a vice) Chapter 6 (Hammering and sex) Chapter 7 (Execution style weight play and licking) Chapter 8 (Caning in stocks) Chapter 9 (Kicking) Chapter 10 (Crushing) Chapter 11 (Kicking) Chapter 12 (Hammering) Chapter 13 (Cattle Prod) Chapter 14 (Kicking) Chapter 15 (Leashed pulling, Kicking) Chapter 16 (Kicking, Shocking) Chapter 17 (Kicking, Caning) Chapter 18 (Cock Burning) Chapter 19 (Caning) Chapter 20 (Caning, Kicking, Taser) Chapter 21 (Cock Torture, Ball Kicks) Chapter 22 (Testicle Vice) Chapter 23 (Kicking) Chapter 24 (Kicking) Chapter 25 (Punching, Cattle Prod) Chapter 26 (Needles) Chapter 27 (Ballbusting, Humiliation) Chapter 28 (Whipping, Caning, Cattle Prod) Chapter 29 (Variety of Escalating Torture) Chapter 30 (Kicking) Chapter 31 (Kicking) Chapter 32 (Beating) Chapter 33 (Recovery) Chapter 34 (Leashed pulling, Kicking, Punching) Chapter 35 (Hairbrush beating) Author's Note: My document that I use to store my drafts currently has 50 chapters, and 245 pages of content for this story. It's a pretty significant accomplishment. I hope you are enjoying it, and that I can continue adding chapters.
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