My Poor Balls: Tuesday, Taking the balls for a walk (Leashed Pull, Kicks, Punches)

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 41: Tuesday, Taking the balls for a walk (Leashed Pull, Kicks, Punches) "I came home, kicked off my shoes, and stripped out of my pants and underwear. I knelt down in the entryway, legs spread wide, hands behind my back, presenting my tender balls for our daily ritual. They were still swollen and throbbing from yesterday’s brutal kicking, every heartbeat sending a dull, nauseating ache through my gut. God, they hurt so much already… and now she was about to hurt them again.

My wife came out of the kitchen with a soft rope in her hand and that dangerous little smile on her face. 'No kicking today, honey. Those naughty balls have been so lazy lately. I think they need to help me get my exercise. We’re taking the balls for a walk.'

She looped the rope around my tender balls, cinched it snug, and gave a gentle tug. I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding.

Less than twenty seconds in, I hesitated for half a step. The rope went slack. She stopped instantly, turned, and gave me that disappointed look. 'You’re already slacking on me? These pathetic balls can’t even keep up for twenty seconds?'

Her fist flew out. The first punch landed squarely in the center of my balls, compressing them painfully against my pelvis. A deep wave of nausea rolled through my gut. The second punch slammed into my left ball, flattening it and leaving it throbbing with sharp, lingering pain. The third punch caught both balls at once, crushing them hard and making me double over, gasping.

Before I could even straighten up she was already walking again. The rope yanked viciously and I had to lunge forward, scrambling to catch up.

The rope stayed tight for maybe thirty seconds before I stumbled again and it went slack. She stopped, turned, and said, 'I thought you were going to take this seriously. These balls are ruining my workout already.'

Her fist flashed out again. The first punch drove my right ball upward, squashing it brutally and sending a spike of agony into my stomach. The second punch hammered the left one from the side, making it swing wildly and burn with deep, aching pain. The third punch smashed straight into both, mashing them flat and forcing a choked groan out of me.

Another minute of shuffling through the dining room and I got too eager, bumping my hip into her ass. She spun instantly. 'You’re supposed to stay back, not crowd me. These rebellious little things never listen, do they?'

I dropped to my knees, legs spread wide. Her bare foot slammed upward. The first kick lifted my balls sharply, smashing them against my body and flooding me with white-hot pain. The second kick caught them on the way down, flattening them against the floor with a sickening thud. The third kick drove straight up into the center, crushing both balls and making my vision flash. The fourth kick landed lower, hammering my sack from underneath so hard my legs almost gave out. The fifth kick was the worst, smashing them violently and folding me completely. I collapsed forward, curling around my throbbing balls, but she never slowed down.

The rope snapped tight, dragging my balls forward. Pure panic shot through me. I clawed at the floor, desperately scrambling back to my feet before she ripped them off my body. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand, but I forced myself upright and stumbled after her.

She led me into the hallway, still walking at that same steady pace. I was already sweating, breathing hard, every step a battle to keep the exact right tension on the leash. My balls felt like they were on fire, swinging heavily with every desperate movement.

I lasted maybe another forty seconds before the rope went slack again. She stopped, looked back, and sighed. 'You’re ruining my workout. These lazy balls are going to pay for that.'

The first punch drove deep into my swollen sack, squashing both balls painfully and making my stomach churn. The second punch crushed my right ball alone, leaving it pulsing with sharp, burning pain. The third punch slammed the left one, flattening it brutally and sending a fresh wave of nausea through me.

By the time we reached the living room again I was a mess—sweat pouring down my face, legs trembling, balls so swollen they barely fit between my thighs anymore. I tried to focus, trying desperately to stay exactly one step behind her.

She suddenly hopped backward without warning, deliberately backing straight into me. The moment we collided she spun around with a wicked smile and said in that sweet, mocking voice, 'You really can’t do anything right, can you? These pathetic balls are completely useless today.'

I dropped instantly to my knees. Her foot flew again. The first kick smashed straight up, flattening both balls and exploding pain through my entire body. The second kick hammered the left one, sending it swinging wildly. The third kick drove into the right, crushing it hard against my pelvis. The fourth kick caught them both from below, lifting them violently. The fifth kick was merciless, smashing them with full force and making my vision go white. I collapsed completely, rolling on the floor in agony.

She didn’t even look back. She just kept walking, the rope pulling my balls forward with merciless force. I screamed, frantically crawling after her on all fours, desperate to get upright before she tore them right off my body.

She finally stopped in the middle of the living room, turned around, and looked down at me with a satisfied little smile.

'Such a good workout,' she said softly, giving the rope a playful tug that made me whimper. 'The balls did such a nice job helping me today. I think they deserve a little reward…'

She lifted her shirt, baring those heavy breasts I worshipped, and waited for me to crawl closer on my knees.

I dragged myself forward, still shaking, and pressed my face between her soft, warm tits. She cradled my head gently with one hand while her other fingers wrapped around my brutally swollen balls and began to slowly, teasingly stroke them.

'Good boy,' she whispered, pressing my face deeper into her cleavage. 'You took such a hard walk for me… now let me make my poor, aching balls feel better.'

Her fingers worked me with slow, deliberate care, every gentle squeeze sending conflicting waves of pain and pleasure through my battered sack until I was trembling against her.

After a minute she leaned down, kissed the top of my head, and said sweetly, 'I love you.'

The moment the words left her mouth her hand clamped down hard, crushing my balls with vicious strength. White-hot agony exploded through me and I cried out into her breasts, my whole body jerking.

She held the crushing squeeze for several long seconds, then finally released me with a soft giggle.

'There we go. That’s what those naughty balls get for a good workout. Now go log it on the board, honey. And tomorrow… we’ll see how sore the balls still are.'

I stayed on my knees, face buried in her chest, breathing hard, balls throbbing so violently I could barely think. And even through all the pain, all I could feel was how much I loved her."

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) Chapter 38 (Punching, Vise, Needle, TENS) Chapter 39 (Post-Orgasm Squeezing) Chapter 40 (Kicking) Author's Note: My document that I use to store my drafts currently has 56 chapters, and 280 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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