My Poor Balls: Wednesday, Suspicious Love. (Kicking, Psychological Torture)

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 42: Wednesday, Suspicious Love (Kicking, Psychological Torture) I kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants, and knelt in the entryway. Legs spread wide, back straight, I pushed my swollen, tender balls forward. They were still hot and throbbing from yesterday’s beating. Every inch of them ached with memory of Monday’s abuse. God, they already hurt so much… and she hasn’t even started yet. Forty more today… I don’t know if I can take it.

My wife stepped out from the kitchen wearing nothing but tight black yoga pants, her heavy breasts bare and swaying. She gave me a soft, warm smile I almost never saw during our rituals.

“Hi, sweetie. You look scared. Don’t worry… I’m going to be really nice to you tonight.”

Her bare foot flashed forward and slammed straight into my balls. The impact was vicious, driving a deep, nauseating ache all the way up into my stomach.

“One,” I gasped, fighting to stay upright.

She stroked my cheek gently. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you.”

The second kick came just as hard, crushing both balls against my pelvis. The pain flared hot and immediate, stealing my breath.

“Two.”

“You’re taking these so well for me,” she cooed, slowly stroking my cock between kicks. “Such a strong husband.”

Three slammed in low, lifting my balls upward. A sharp throb exploded through my gut. “Three.”

Four was harder, flattening them completely. My legs shook. “Four.”

Five caught them perfectly in the middle. The ache rolled through me like a wave. “Five.” My voice was already cracking.

Six… Seven… Eight… I was panting now, each impact building on the deep bruising from yesterday. Every kick made my swollen balls feel heavier, more tender.

Nine drove them hard against my body. I whimpered. “Nine.”

Ten landed with a loud, wet smack. “Ten.”

She paused after ten, rubbing my cock a little faster. “Look at you. Ten already and you’re still holding position. I’m so proud of my man.”

Eleven… Twelve… Thirteen… The pain was getting worse, each kick landing on already battered flesh. My thighs trembled violently.

Fourteen was especially cruel, smashing them upward. “Fourteen,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

Fifteen. Another heavy thud. I was sweating, legs barely holding me.

After the fifteenth she stopped, lifted one heavy breast, and pressed her dark nipple against my lips.

“Go on, honey. Kiss it. You’ve earned this.”

I sucked on her nipple desperately, shame and fear twisting in my stomach. This is wrong. She’s never this sweet. This has to be a trap.

She let me nurse at her breast for a long moment before stepping back. “Nineteen.”

The twentieth kick landed harder than any before it, smashing my already throbbing balls with savage force.

“Twenty,” I groaned, barely able to stay upright.

“Very impressive,” she purred. “You made it halfway. Time for your reward, my love. Stand up.”

I stood on shaky legs and put my hands behind my back, expecting her to crush my balls in her grip. Instead she said softly, “Give me your hands.”

I obeyed slowly. She pulled them forward and pressed them onto her large, soft breasts.

“Make sure you enjoy this. You earned it.”

For the first time in weeks I gently fondled her tits while she called out, “Alexis, set timer for one minute.”

Her hands reached down and, instead of pain, she began gently massaging my battered balls.

“You’re doing so good,” she whispered, her touch shockingly careful.

It still hurt — even gentle pressure on my swollen testicles sent pain radiating through me — but I could focus on the warmth of her breasts instead of just the agony. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d touched her like this with so little pain. What was her game tonight? Why wasn’t she acting normal?

When the timer ended she smiled at me, a smile that actually looked real. The sadistic glint was missing.

“You’ve been such a good husband today,” she said, gently running her foot across my tender orbs.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My voice came out weak and trembling.

“You’re… being too nice. This feels like a trick…”

The warmth vanished from her face instantly. She stared down at me, eyes cold, genuine disappointment written all over her expression.

“So you think I’m faking it?” she asked, voice flat. “I try to be sweet to you for once and this is how you repay me?”

She let out a long, heavy sigh.

“I was actually trying to reward you tonight… and you threw it back in my face. I’m really disappointed in you.”

She reached into her yoga pants and pulled out a blindfold that had clearly been pressed against her crotch. Then she removed a hair tie, even though her hair was already up.

“Put the hair tie around the balls. Then put the blindfold on.”

My hands shook so badly I could barely stretch the elastic around my swollen sack. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I tied the blindfold over my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I babbled, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t believe you… I’m sorry I disappointed you… I’m so, so sorry…”

She watched me cry without a flicker of pity. Then she reared back and kicked me brutally, her foot smashing into my hair-tied balls with devastating force. I collapsed instantly, curling on the floor, gasping through the white-hot pain.

“I was proud of you,” she said quietly, voice ice-cold. “Now I’m just embarrassed by my husband.”

“Twenty-one,” I choked out, forcing myself back to my knees.

Twenty-two came even harder. The hair tie turned my balls into a tight, immovable target. The impact crushed them flat. I fell forward again, forehead hitting the floor, a broken whimper escaping.

Twenty-three caught them from underneath, driving them upward. The pain was sharper, deeper, like they were being pulverized. I screamed through clenched teeth.

Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Each kick landed with merciless precision. By twenty-seven I was openly crying, snot running down my face, body shaking violently.

Twenty-eight was so hard my vision flashed white behind the blindfold. I collapsed sideways, curling tight, rocking as deep, throbbing waves rolled through my stomach.

Twenty-nine. Thirty. The pain had become a constant, nauseating ache that grew heavier with every strike. My balls felt twice their normal size, hot and pulsing against the merciless band.

Thirty-one through thirty-five blurred together in pure agony. I fell after every single one, forcing myself back up each time on quaking legs.

Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Her foot kept coming, steady and cruel. Every kick sent fresh lightning up through my gut.

When I finally croaked out “Forty,” I was a destroyed wreck on the floor — blindfolded, hair-tied, covered in tears and sweat, my balls throbbing with deep, nauseating, relentless pain.

She stood over me for a long moment.

“Log it. Wednesday. Forty kicks. Mid-reward: yes. Final: no. And make sure you write that the balls disappointed me tonight.”

I heard her walk away toward the kitchen, humming softly as she started dinner.

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) Chapter 41 (Leashed Pull, Kicks, Punches) 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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