My Poor Balls: Saturday Evening; The Interrogation (Punching, Vise, Needle TENS)

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 38: Saturday Evening; The Interrogation (Punching, Vise, Needle TENS) I walked down the basement stairs, heart already hammering. She was waiting for me under the bright work lights, dressed in a crisp black button-up, hair pulled back tight. Pure interrogator. She held out a small folded note.

“Memorize this. It’s the code. The only way this stops is if you give it to me. Or you can hold out for ten minutes. That’s all.”

I opened the note. 1 2 3. Simple. I nodded.

She set her phone on the workbench, tapped the screen a few times, then turned back to me. “Arms up.”

She tied my wrists to the eye hook in the ceiling beam, stretching me up onto my toes so my balls hung completely exposed and defenseless. Then she started the timer.

Her fist flew without warning. Hard, measured punches slammed into my balls, one after another. “One… Two… Three…” she counted coldly, like she was logging data. By the eighth punch my legs were shaking.

She stopped, picked up the three-bar vise, and locked my swollen balls between the plates. The metal was ice cold. She began turning the screws, slow and steady, crushing my testicles flat. The pressure built until I was groaning through gritted teeth.

“Still nothing?” she asked, voice flat. “Fine.”

She picked up two long needles. My stomach dropped. One by one she pushed them carefully through the center of each ball. The sharp, burning pain made my vision flash white. Then she clipped the TENS leads to the needles, flipped the unit on, and slowly turned the dial.

The first pulse hit like lightning in my nuts. My whole body jerked against the ropes. She kept turning it higher, watching my face with clinical detachment.

“Give me the code.”

The shocks came in steady, brutal waves. Every muscle in my legs locked. I was panting, sweating, trying to breathe through it.

“Everyone breaks eventually,” she said coldly. “Holding out now only increases the pain.”

The pain kept climbing. My balls felt like they were cooking from the inside. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the electricity ripping through the needles buried in my testicles.

After an eternity she turned the voltage down — not off, just down. She looked at me, then at her phone, and her expression changed.

“…I never actually pressed start.”

She held up the phone as proof. I struggled to speak, to tell her it was okay, but before I could get the words out she cut me off.

“So I guess that means you have ten minutes left.”

She actually started the timer this time and turned the screen toward me so I could see it counting. Then she slipped straight back into character.

“Give me the code.”

I sighed and shook my head wordlessly.

“Very well,” she said, stepping forward and tightening the vise several more turns. Fresh agony tore through me and I started shaking uncontrollably.

She returned to the TENS unit and cranked the electricity back up.

Finally I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“One… two… three!” I screamed.

She instantly killed the power. The needles went dead. She stepped back and frowned.

Then the interrogator mask dropped. Her voice went soft, genuinely disappointed. “Seriously? That’s all it took? After everything we’ve done… it was only ten minutes. How many times have you lasted ten minutes? And now you break? I’m so disappointed in you.”

I was still locked in the vise, shaking, tears running down my face. She stepped closer, brushed the sweaty hair off my forehead.

“Hey… don’t worry. We’re in this together. I’ll get you through this. I’ll make sure you don’t fail.”

She kissed my cheek gently, then her whole demeanor changed again. The cold interrogator was back.

“Liar. You think I can’t recognize a fake code?” She turned the TENS dial even higher than before.

“1-2-3! 1-2-3! 1-2-3!” I pleaded desperately.

“You’re lying,” she said flatly. “That wasn’t the real code. You’d say anything right now to make it stop. I need the real one.”

The electricity slammed back into me, ten times worse. I started babbling every random combination I could think of.

“Four seven nine! One nine eight! Please—please stop!”

She didn’t believe a single word. She just stood there, one hand between her legs, slowly rubbing herself while she watched me convulse and beg. Her breathing grew heavier, but her voice stayed ice cold.

“Pathetic.”

The timer finally beeped.

She turned the TENS unit off. The electricity died. For a moment she just stood there, hand still between her legs, breathing hard.

Then, almost shyly, she looked at me and said in her normal voice, “I was so close… Can I turn it back on for just a little bit? Please?”

I was shaking, barely able to think, but I still nodded.

Her face lit up. She flipped the dial back on — higher than before — and the electricity slammed into my balls again. Within seconds her hand was moving fast between her legs, her breath catching, until she finally shuddered hard against the workbench, moaning as she came.

Only after she finished did she turn everything off, pull the needles out, loosen the vise, and untie my wrists. She caught me as my legs gave out and held me against her.

Out of character now, she whispered, “That was so hot. I love the way you danced for me.”

Sobbing but finally able to breathe, I whispered back, “Thank you for not letting me fail.”

She stroked my hair lovingly. “You’re welcome. But what kind of wife would I be if I let you fail?”

It was a rhetorical question. God, I love my wife.

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) Chapter 37 (Cattle Prod) 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.

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