My Poor Balls: Thursday: Put Your Dick in the Box. (Mouse Trap, Cattle Prod)

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 43: Thursday: Put Your Dick in the Box (Mouse Trap, Cattle Prod) I walked in the door, home from a stressful day of work. I removed my shoes, pants, and underwear and kneeled in the entryway, legs spread, sensitive balls exposed. They were sore from yesterday’s kicks and punches. I didn’t have high hopes that I would be able to take 41 kicks without breaking position, but I had to try.

My wife appeared and motioned for me to join her in the living room. Two stools with a long wooden box across them sat like some kind of perverted game show. She didn’t even let me kneel. She just crooked a finger, pulled me close, and started slowly stroking me with both hands while her big soft tits pressed against my chest.

“Tonight the balls get the night off,” she purred, thumb circling my head until I was fully hard. “No kicking, no squeezing, nothing. Tonight is all about this wonderful penis.”

She snapped a tight black cock ring around the base, trapping the blood so I stayed painfully stiff, then stepped behind the box.

“Do you want to put your dick in me?” she asked.

“Yes, so much.”

“Well, you know I don’t always love having your dick in me, but I still love you, and I want to give your penis a good quality of life full of lots of experiences. I found the subreddit Don’t Put Your Dick In That. It gave me so many ideas. So we’re playing Put Your Dick In The Box. Six holes, one at a time.”

She slid the first token over Hole 1. A loud, angry buzzing was already coming from inside.

My stomach dropped. I could hear it clear as day.

She grinned. “Go on, honey. Put your dick in the box.”

I stared at it, frozen. The buzzing sounded vicious.

Heart hammering, I lined up and pushed the head of my cock into the hole. The moment I touched it, the thing vibrated my penis violently. I jerked back with a pathetic yelp.

My wife howled with laughter. “It’s just a vibrator, you absolute coward! Listen to you squealing over a little buzz. Oh my god, that was precious. What did you think it was, a cattle prod? Don’t be such a baby.”

Still giggling, she slid the token over to Hole 2.

“Put your dick in the box.”

The hole seemed to be buzzing, but not nearly so loud as the previous one. I eased in slowly… until a sharp, crackling shock ripped through the head of my cock. I screamed and ripped myself out, doubling over.

She clapped her hands together, delighted. “It’s a cattle prod! I’ll bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?” She was so happy and proud of herself.

“You are right, I didn’t expect the cattle prod.”

“This is so fun, isn’t it?” She moved the token over Hole 3. “Next hole.”

I stepped up to the box again, cock still painfully trapped by the ring, throbbing from the vibrator and the shock. Hole 3 looked completely innocent. No sound, no buzzing, nothing. My heart was still racing as I slid my dick into it.

The moment I was fully inside, I felt warm, soft fingers wrap around my shaft — slow, loving, perfect strokes. A shaky moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.

My wife’s face lit up with pure delight. “There we go… that’s the good one. That’s what your poor penis has been desperate for, isn’t it? Just listen to that pathetic little moan.”

She kept stroking me through the hole, smooth and steady, letting me enjoy it for several long seconds. Then, without any warning, she pulled her hand away and slid the token over to Hole 4.

“Next one. Put your dick in the box.”

The warm, perfect feeling of Hole 3 was still fresh in my mind as I stepped up to the next one. Hole 4 looked completely innocent. No sound, no buzzing, nothing to warn me.

I pushed my cock into the hole.

SNAP.

The mousetrap slammed shut directly on the head of my penis like a steel jaw. White-hot pain exploded through my cock as the wooden bar crushed my sensitive glans. I screamed, hips jerking back on instinct, but the trap held on, and as I pulled back it started pulling the box with it.

My wife clamped her hands on top of the box to stabilize it.

My dick pulled free of the trap and I gingerly reached down to cradle it. I noticed a very clear welt across my cock head. It stung terribly.

“Be careful!” she chastised me. “I spent a lot of time on this fun game. Show me a little more respect.”

“You are right. I’m sorry. I love you so much, and thank you for putting this all together.”

Then, very carefully, I offered her feedback. “The mousetrap seems a bit intense. Are you sure it doesn’t risk real damage?”

Her expression went serious, and then she shrugged theatrically and said, “Nope.”

I was horrified. She takes such good care of me — how could she take a risk like that?

She grinned. “Just kidding. I did my research. It’s pretty rare that a penis breaks from a mousetrap, and it really only happens if it hits mid-shaft.” Then a glimmer showed in her eye and she said excitedly, “Do you want to try it again?”

I love her so much. I knew she takes care of me. I want her to be happy, but that was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. So I stood there not speaking, gently evaluating the bruise on my cockhead.

Seeing my conflict, she mercifully moved the token over Hole 5.

She said, “Don’t worry, we’ve done the next one before.”

What could that mean? Was it a flame? She has burned my penis. Was it a fishing line noose? Another cattle prod?

She tapped the token. “Go ahead, put your dick in the box.”

I hesitated, my bruised cock still throbbing from the mousetrap. I lined up and slowly pushed into Hole 5.

The moment the head of my cock passed through the hole, fast stinging slaps assaulted me. It was a small fan with the guard removed, the spinning blades whipping across my sensitive glans. I yelped and tried to jerk back immediately.

My wife quickly shoved the fan forward from her side, pushing the spinning blades right back into my cock.

“Uh-uh, keep your dick in the box,” she scolded playfully. “Take it like a good boy. Don’t you dare pull out.”

The blades continued their merciless assault, slapping repeatedly against the already bruised head of my penis. I groaned and squirmed but forced myself to stay in the hole, hips twitching with every stinging impact.

She was laughing so hard she was almost crying. “Oh my god, listen to you! The balls get one single night off and your penis is already crying over a little desk fan? What kind of man can’t even handle a tiny spinning fan? Pathetic.”

Only after she’d had her fun did she finally pull the fan back and slide the token over to Hole 6.

“Last one, honey. Put your dick in the box.”

I started to step forward when she suddenly held up a hand.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait — I gotta get ready,” she said, barely able to contain her grin. She reached down into the box, grabbed the mousetrap, and started loudly resetting it — that heavy click… click… click echoing from inside.

My stomach dropped. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes.

“No, please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please don’t put the mousetrap in there. Please, I can’t do that again. Not on my dick.”

She looked up at me with big innocent eyes. “Aw, honey… you just have to trust me. Come on. Put your dick in the box.”

I stood there shaking, tears running down my face, absolutely terrified. The sound of her resetting that trap was burned into my brain.

She gave me a little mocking pout. “What’s the matter? Don’t you trust your wife? Be a big boy and put your dick in the box for me.”

Still crying, I forced myself to step forward and slowly slid my cock into Hole 6.

Nothing happened.

Just dead, empty, padded silence.

My wife immediately burst into hysterical laughter, slapping the top of the box.

“Oh my god, you were actually crying! Look at you — tears streaming down your face because you thought I was going to mousetrap your poor dick again! I told you to trust me and you still fell apart. That was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. Such a brave penis we have tonight.”

She leaned over the top of the box, still smiling like she’d just won the lottery. “Tell you what. I’ll give your desperate little penis two full minutes in the good hole… but only if you put your dick back into every single one of the bad holes first.”

I was still on my knees, tears on my face. “I… I can’t do the mousetrap again,” I begged. “Please… not that one.”

She tilted her head, pretending to think about it. “Hmm. Okay, new deal. If you take the fan, the vibrator, and three cattle prod shocks, I’ll give you one minute in the pleasure box. That’s the best I’m willing to offer.”

Still kneeling, voice shaking, I whispered, “Okay… I’ll do it.”

She smiled sweetly. “Good boy. Let’s start with Hole 5 again — the fan. Put your dick in the box.”

I stood up on shaky legs and slid my cock back into the fan hole. The spinning blades immediately started slapping against my already bruised head. I flinched hard and tried to pull out, but she shoved the fan forward again.

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to run away this time. Keep your dick in the box like a good boy.

I struggled to comply. To keep the head of my penis thrust against the moving fan blades. Gritting my teeth, looking at her, hoping that she was enjoying my plight.

She theatrically reached into her pocket, and pulled out her phone. Casually scrolling while my penis was brutalized.

Eventually, she lazily said, “That should do it.”

With a sigh I pulled back. I inspected my cock. The head of my penis was marked, and damaged. A little bloody spot on the tip just to the left of the slit.

“Smile!” my wife commanded, now holding up her phone for a photo.

I forced a pained smile, and look at the phone, she adjusted the zoom to make sure my abused penis was in frame, and then snapped a photo and held it up to show me. I looked pained, disheveled and undignified. I’m sure this photo was going into her album.

“Um…Good pic, honey”. I say awkwardly, while I felt so much shame and humiliation.

“Thanks.” She replied, then moved the token over to hole 1.

I stuck my dick in, and pressed it against the aggressive vibrator. It buzzed. It was uncomfortable.

She picked up her phone, and said, “Why don’t you do this hole for a minute or so, while I get that picture posted. You can even use it to get your dick ready to come, just enjoy the vibrator.”

It wasn’t pleasant. My penis was sore, the vibration hurt. Still despite myself, I held my dick against the aggressive sensation as she messed around on instagram. It went on for minutes. At some point, she started scrolling, and held up a cute puppy.

“Cu…cute.” I said. Trying to keep the orgasmic headspace, while acknowledging her.

She looked annoyed.

“Alright, that seems good” she said finally.

I withdrew my penis, and shuttered. The sensation drop off was welcome, but I did finally find a way to orgasm. The blood dripping from my cockhead had now covered most of the glans.

She moved the marker to hole 2. Hole 2. The Cattle Prod.

“OK, honey, don’t take all day, get your 3 shocks, so we can finish.” My wife instructs.

“Please” I say. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“I’m not making you do anything. This was your choice. Your bargain.”

She was right, she was always right. I took 3 deep breaths and pressed my dick into the hole. I froze for a second, and then thrust forward. The cattle prod zapped me hard. It was brutal. It sent me reeling.

My wife giggled. Enjoying my plight.

“Ok two more.” She said.

I walked towards the box. I was so terrified of another brutal shock. I looked into her eyes searching for mercy that I knew wasn’t there.

“Come on, be a man!” she chastised me.

‘Be a man?’ What a weird thought. At this moment being a man required me to shock my penis with a cattle prod to win 1 minute of a hand job. Being a man wasn’t that important, but overcoming my fears was. And pleasing her was more.

I closed my jaw, and stepped forward, picking up speed as I inserted my sensitive penis into the hole to meet the brutal prod. Crack.

The sound seemed distant. And now I am all the way back against the wall, my penis feeling a new burn at the punished tip. The pain, the fear, the reality of the moment caused me to lose a bit of time.

My wife seemed annoyed. “Come On!”

I walked carefully forward, led by my hurting burned, bloody penis. Another step. Another. I was at the hole, cock just outside. I looked into my wife’s eyes. She looked back expectantly, excited.

Before I could lose my nerve, I called out “I love you”, and pushed forward electrocuting my cock one more time. I reel back as the lightning hurts me. I fall back onto the floor, landing seated.

My wife giggles. “Pretty fun game, right? Alexis, set alarm for 1 minute. Better get overhear and claim your reward.”

I was barely with it. My dick a constant source of pain, especially the abused head. But she was offering something I rarely got.

I struggled unsteadily to my feet, then walked to the box, and quickly thrust my penis into it. It was met with a warm lubricated hand. Each stroke ignited fire as it crossed the damaged head, but it was so good. So good, I was almost….

My wife’s hand dropped instantly once the alarm went off.

“Wahowaooooooo” I squealed. “Please! Please let me finish!”

“What kind of wife would let her husband get away with breaking a deal?” It was rhetorical. “Not me!”

“Please, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” She picked up the mouse trap.

“OK. Just help me finish”.

“It goes on the balls not the cock, this time.”

“Fine, I’ll do it, just let me cum”

She nods, and starts stroking me. It takes only 3 more strokes, and I ejaculate wildly. Spunk shoots across the room. I shift and squirm from orgasmic ecstasy.

My wife collects the mouse trap, and walks casually over to the couch. Before she sits down, she removes her pants, and starts fingering herself.

“Alright, my turn, bring those balls over here.” She commands, extending the armed mouse trap to me.

I just came. My balls were empty. So sensitive when they are empty. This was a disaster.

“Please…. Please….” I whispered, my voice barely more than a broken rasp.

My cock was a abused, bloody mess — the glans swollen, stinging, smeared with streaks of red where the fan blades and mousetrap had done their work. But my balls… the orgasm had magnified the soreness that remained from yesterday’s deep bruises from the kicks and punches, every beating of my heart sending little nauseating echoes up into my gut. Post-cum they always hurt 10 times worse when they are tortured. The mousetrap when it went on my penis was far too much, how was I ever going to take it on my balls.

My wife reclined on the couch, pants and panties kicked aside, two fingers buried deep between her plump thighs, slowly circling while she held the armed mousetrap out toward me like a gift. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling with that dangerous, loving hunger. “Bring those balls over here, sweetheart. You promised. The penis had its fun all night — now the balls get to contribute. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I stayed still, thighs trembling, the animal part of me screaming to curl up, to shield them, to beg for real mercy even though I knew the rule. I can’t even really grasp how bad it’s going to be. But look at her — she’s soaking wet because of this. I have to please her. I have to prove I’m worthy. Overcome it. Don’t fail.

“Please…” I tried again, tears spilling fresh. “They’re empty… it’s going to hurt so much worse right now…”

She tilted her head, still fingering herself lazily, and gave me that mock-sweet pout. “Aww, are these pathetic balls scared after the penis took everything? How unfair would that be? The balls had the whole night off and now they want to whine? You made the deal yourself, honey. Don’t whine like a baby. A real man would have no problem taking a mouse trap to his balls.” Her voice dropped into that affectionate, poisonous tone she knew broke me every time. “Do I need to remind you of the rules?”

My stomach knotted. I forced the words out. “Balls never get mercy.”

“That’s my good husband.” She smiled proudly, fingers moving faster. “Now come here. Right now. We’re going to do this properly so I can really enjoy it.”

My legs shook violently as I took a series of halting staggering steps towards her. locked my hands behind my back out of habit and thrust my hips forward, offering my sensitive nut meat despite every instinct howling to protect. Don’t close your legs. Present them. She deserves this. Be a man for her.

She sat up straighter on the couch, reached out with her free hand — the one not busy between her legs — and wrapped her fingers firmly around the top of my scrotum, right at the base. She squeezed just hard enough to bunch the loose skin upward, forcing both of my tender testicles to bulge out obscenely in front of her, stretched tight and completely helpless, the bruised orbs protruding like two swollen plums ready to be snapped. The pressure alone made me gasp; the skin pulled drum-tight, every vein and nerve screaming.

“Perfect,” she purred, admiring the way they jutted out in her grip. “Look how nicely they stick out for me. Now close your eyes tight, honey. Squeeze them shut like a brave boy. Think about how wet this is making me. You can do this. I believe in you.”

Tears streamed down my face. My thighs quivered. The deep animal fear was so strong I could taste bile. Protect yourself. Do it. Don’t look. For her. She’s gripping them so perfectly — they can’t escape. This is going to destroy them. I screwed my eyes shut so hard white sparks danced behind my lids, every muscle locked in the desperate struggle to keep my legs open and my balls pushed forward into her hand.

I felt her lean in, heard the soft click of the trap being positioned right over my bulging, defenseless orbs. Her breathing was ragged with arousal.

“Ready?” she whispered sweetly. “I love you.”

The words had barely left her mouth when — SNAP.

The metal bar slammed down with brutal, unyielding force, crushing both testicles flat between the steel jaws in a single devastating instant. White-hot, crushing agony detonated through my sack like a bomb going off deep in my guts. The pain wasn’t a wave — it was a blinding, nauseating explosion that flattened my balls into screaming pulp, the trap biting viciously into the already hypersensitive, empty meat. My vision whited out completely. A guttural, animal scream tore out of me as my knees buckled and I folded forward, but her iron grip on the base of my scrotum kept the trapped orbs locked in place for a second, but as I fell, she released them. Freed from her grip, my balls squirmed around giving me a new experience of suffering. Fresh, sickening throbs pulsed through the mangled orbs with my racing heartbeat; the skin felt stretched to splitting, A line of raw, pulped agony ran across my testicles that radiated nausea all the way up into my stomach.

I retched dryly, body convulsing, legs kicking helplessly while finished her orgasm.

“Oh my god, yes—” she moaned, fingers flying between her legs as she watched me thrash. Her orgasm hit her hard — she cried out, thighs clamping around her hand, hips bucking against the couch, sadistic urges fulfilled by every twitch of my body.

Only after she’d shuddered through the last ripples of pleasure did she carefully release the trap’s latch and ease it off my abused balls. They sprang back slightly, already ballooning, deep purple bruises blooming instantly across the swollen, shiny sack. Every heartbeat sent fresh, grinding fire through them.

She pulled me down gently onto the couch beside her, cradling my head against her heavy breasts while I whimpered and shook. Her fingers stroked my hair with genuine tenderness.

“You did so well, honey. I’m so proud of you. Those balls took it like absolute champ for me.” She kissed my forehead, then leaned close to my ear, voice soft and loving. “I love you.”

Her hand immediately shot down and closed in a crushing vice around my freshly abused balls, grinding the mangled orbs together hard enough to draw fresh tears and a choked sob from me. The pain flared white-hot again, but I gasped back, “I love you too.”

She held the squeeze for a long, deliberate second, then released me with a satisfied sigh and helped me stand on wobbly legs.

She left briefly, and returned holding out a glass of water and a warm cloth for my abused parts. She helped me clean up gently, inspecting the deep purple bruising with open appreciation. “Look how beautifully the balls bruise… we really hurt them good tonight, didn’t we? Tomorrow they’re getting trained again tomorrow after work. I wonder how that will feel.”

She pulled me into a soft hug, her large breasts pressing warmly against me, and whispered against my neck, “You made me so happy tonight. Thank you for being exactly the husband I deserve.”

Despite the white-hot pulsing in my mangled sack and the raw fire still burning across my cock, all I felt was that deep, bone-deep devotion. I nuzzled into her, already dreading — and craving — tomorrow’s punishment for the balls.

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) Chapter 38 (Punching, Vise, Needle, TENS) Chapter 39 (Post-Orgasm Squeezing) Chapter 40 (Kicking) Chapter 41 (Leashed Pull, Kicks, Punches) Chapter 42 (Kicking, Psychological Torture) 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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