📄 This post has 5 saved versions. Showing the most recent.
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 37: Saturday: The Snow Apology (Cattle Prod) She stood by the stove, stirring the cocoa with slow, gentle circles. “Want extra marshmallows, sweetie?” she asked sweetly.
My stomach knotted. The long wooden spoon in her hand—God, that thing could bruise. I pictured her gripping it like a paddle, smashing it down on my swollen sack. “Y-yes please,” I managed, voice shaky.
She smiled, dropped in a handful of fluffy white marshmallows, and brought the mug over. As she handed it to me, I froze. The steaming hot cocoa… she could easily force me to dip my cock or my balls right into that scalding liquid and burn them. My hands shook as I took the mug, terrified she’d make me do exactly that. She just sipped hers like we were any normal couple.
The hot cocoa was perfect—sweet, chocolatey, soothing. Still my mind wouldn’t stop. Every time she reached for another marshmallow I saw her fingers closing around my nuts instead. Every time she set the mug down I braced for her to slap my balls with it. My heart hammered the whole time, waiting for the pain that never came.
When we were both finished she took my empty mug, set it aside, and her voice dropped into that mock-serious tone.
“You know… you never properly apologized for not thanking me when I made this cocoa for you.”
My chest tightened. “I… I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, clearly disappointed. “That’s not nearly good enough. Go fetch the cattle prod, sweetheart. You’re going to apologize properly.”
I went to the wall where the cattle prod was mounted as if it was a family rifle. I picked up the infernal device and brought it back. I kneeled, and handed the long black prod to her with both hands. My balls already felt like they were trying to crawl up inside me.
“Stand up, sweetheart. Feet apart, hands behind your back.”
I rose on shaky legs, spread my stance, and locked my hands behind me. My balls hung heavy and sore between my thighs, still throbbing from the snow-boot kicks. She flicked the switch. The low electric hum filled the room. The sound spread fear deep into my soul.
She held the prod out, prongs pointed toward me. I stepped forward, pressed my tender balls firmly against the cold metal, and said, “I’m sorry.” She pushed the button. White-hot fire exploded through my left ball. My knees gave out instantly and I collapsed to the floor, gasping and curling around my balls.
“Up you go,” she said gently, stroking my hair. “Back on your feet for me.”
I forced myself upright again, legs trembling.
I stepped in, pushed my balls against the prongs, whispered “I’m sorry,” and she pressed the button. The jolt ripped through my right ball like lightning. I jerked violently and dropped straight down, whimpering.
“Come on, sweetheart. Stand up like a man,” she coaxed, helping me rise.
I pressed my sack against the prod once more, tears already welling. “I’m sorry.” The instant the words left my mouth she zapped both balls at once. I screamed and collapsed hard, curling into a ball on the floor, sobbing.
She knelt beside me, petting my head. “Poor baby. You’ve only got six more shocks before you’re done.”
The words hit me like another jolt. Six more. Fresh sobs tore out of me. She rubbed my back soothingly. “Shhh, I know. Up we go. You can do this.”
I dragged myself back to my feet, crying openly.
I stepped forward, forced my balls onto the prongs, choked out “I’m sorry,” and she shocked me. The pain dropped me instantly.
She waited patiently until I struggled upright one more time.
Same horrible ritual—I pressed my sack against the metal, said the words, and she held the trigger a full second longer. I screamed but somehow stayed on my feet, chest heaving, tears pouring.
I stepped in again, balls against the prongs, sobbing “I’m sorry.” The electricity tore through my sack like fire. My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, crying hard.
She had to coax me up. I barely managed to push my swollen balls against the prod and whimper the apology before she fired. I dropped again, shaking.
I was a sobbing mess but I forced myself up, pressed my balls to the prongs, and gasped “I’m sorry.” She shocked me and my knees buckled, but I caught myself at the last second, barely staying upright.
She lined up one final, deliberate zap. I stepped forward one last time, forced my tortured balls against the metal, and cried “I’m sorry.” The jolt ripped through me. My legs finally gave out completely and I collapsed, curling around my ruined sack, sobbing.
She knelt beside me, stroking my hair gently. “There, all done. You did so well.”
She pulled me against her soft chest, whispering warmly, “I love you.”
Her hand instantly clamped down hard, crushing my burning balls with all her strength. The pain detonated fresh and white-hot. I gasped into her breasts, shaking.
“There we go,” she murmured, holding the merciless squeeze.
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) Chapter 36 (Kicking) Author's Note: My document that I use to store my drafts currently has 51 chapters, and 264 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.
I love feedback, and would appreciate hearing your thoughts, and suggestions.