A week in the life Chapter 1 and 2 (Story)

**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 1: Tuesday, Welcome Home**

I walk through the door into my house, and immediately remove my shoes, pants, and underwear. Then I take my position kneeling with my legs spread.

My wife approaches. She Says: “What day is it?”

“Day 30”

“Do you think you’ll be able to take 16, and see my boobs?

“I’m going to take all 31, and kiss them.”

She rears back, and kicks me in the naked balls. The 1st one is always difficult. My balls are still sore from yesterday, and I always feel unprepared for the 1st one. Still, I take my pain, and don’t collapse. I keep my sensitive testicles pushed forward ready for the next one.

“One”, I say.

Kick. “Two”. Kick. “Three”. Kick. “Four”. Kick. “Five”. Number six catches me at a slightly weird angle, and briefly traps my left ball between her foot, and my leg. “Six” I say with catch in my voice.

My wife offers, “How was your day?” Kick.

“Seven. Good.” Kick. “Eight. I got alot done.” Kick. That one cause my head to spin, and it takes me a second to acknowledge it. “Nine”. She relishes the 10th kick, and puts a bit more force behind it, but it lands as well as such a kick could land on my swollen sensitive balls.

“Ten, How was your day?”.

“It was fine. One of my employees is really annoying.”

Kick, with a little extra for emphasis. “Eleven”.

“She doesn’t keep on top of her emails..”

Kick. “Twelve”. Kick. “Thirteen”.

“They are really piling up”.

Kick. “Fourteen”.

“It just means more work for the rest of us.” She delivers a hard kick, and my legs start to buckle, but I fight back, and manage to hold my position.

“Fifteen.”

She Says: “Oh Honey, you’ve almost made the halfway point, and earned a look at my tits.”

I grunt.

“But you know I’m going to make you earn it.”

“I know”.

“OK, are you ready?”

“ye….” The kick came unexpected. My insides cramp, but I hold position.

“OK, stand up.” she says.

“Alexa set timer for 1 minutes.” I say as I struggle to my feet.

With one had she grabs ahold of my punished balls, and with the other she raises her shirt and bra. And then she starts squeezing. When my balls have been worked this thoroughly, they can’t really handle any sort of squeeze, but I grit my teeth, and accept my reward. I eye her beautiful breasts, paying close attention to my favorite part, the bumps on her aureola. She reaches forward with her other hand, which has the advantage of pressing her breasts together between her arms, and presenting them to me, but the downside is that with one hand on each swollen ball, the squeezing is now unbearable.

I try to claspe my hands behind my back, but the pain overwhelms me, and soon, I’m leaning forward grasping her torso to keep from falling. Thoughts of boobs mostly forgotten, I just try to survive until the Alexa mercifully sounds.

When it does I collapse to the floor.

She looks at me, gives me a second, and then says. “Good job so far, you’ve only got 15 more”.

I struggle back to my knees, and try to mentally prepare myself for what is about to happen. Kick, a soft one, but in the aftermath of the squeezing, my balls are unbelievable sensitive, and I feel my gag reflex respond a bit. I fight it, and hold my position well.

“Seventeen”. Kick. “Eighteen”. Kick, each one now, so mind blowing that the moments stretch to eternity as I try to process the pain.

“Nineteen”. Kick, this one back to normal power after a few lighter sympathy kicks. But now I’ve got my composure back, and am able to process it, and say “Twenty”.

Kick. “Twenty One”. Kick. “Twenty two”. Kick, this one completely takes my breath away. I’m swimming in anguish, but through training I croak out “Twenty three”.

Kick, and that one did it. I hadn’t mentally recovered from the previous one, and wasn’t able to maintain my position, collapsing to the floor, cradling my balls in agony.

My wife leans in and pets me consolingly. “You made it through 24 today. Good job. I’m proud of you.” She gives me a second. “Alright, we’ve still got 7 left, back into position”.

Our policy is that I can get mercy, but my testicles never do. So once we’ve setup a game / punishment / exercise, the only way to end it, is by my testicles experiencing it fully.

So, I gather my wits about me, and take my position back on my knees.

“Ready?”

“Twenty four, I’m rea …” the kick comes. Devastating my poise, and I’m back to rolling around on the floor.

My wife reaches down and pets me, and then says, “Come on, be a big boy. Get back up.”

I do and give the count. “Twenty Five”. Kick.

I collapse again, and my wife chastises me. “You tried to close your legs, and protect those balls.”

I didn’t think that I had, but in addition to the rule that balls never get mercy, we also have a rule that my loving wife is in charge of determining when they have had enough.

“Get up, we are going to have to repeat that one.”

I struggle again to my knees, and do what I can to prepare myself. Kick. I lean forward, but don’t fall all the way to the ground, just put my hands down for balance. I straighten back up, and say “Twenty Six”.

She Says: “You are doing good, just 5 more”.

Kick. “Twenty Seven”.

Kick, and I’m back on the ground rolling around holding my tortured nuts.

“You are so close, get back up”.

I do. “Twenty Eight”.

“You’ve only got 3 left, and you know these are going to be extra hard, right?”

“Yes, I understand. No mercy for the balls”.

Kick. It floors me.

“Get back up or we’ll have to repeat that one.”

I struggle to my knees. “Twenty Nine”. Kick. My head is swimming, I’m barely aware of anything but the pain in my testicles, but my training kicks in, and I croak out “Thirty”

Kick. Once again my world explodes, and I’m rolling around on the ground.

My wife kneels down beside me and pets me, and says. “Great job tonight, now I’m going to go make dinner.” She leans in and kisses me.

I murmur “Thank You”, and then I’m alone.

Eventually, enough of the pain passes, and I’m able to get my feet under me. I put another tally mark on the white board, and go and change out of my work clothes. I put on my lounging clothes, a pair of mesh shorts, and a t-shirt, and then return to help her with dinner.

**Chapter 2: Tuesday, The Dishes**

After dinner I take care of the dishes since my wife cooked. When I’m done I head into the living room, to find her seated on the couch wearing no pants or underwear with her legs spread to show off her pretty vagina.

At first I’m elated. I love my wife’s body, and I love to look at and touch it, but then I realize what is happening. Beside her on the couch is the cattle prod, and I know that I’ve done something wrong.

She holds it forward, and I do as I’m trained to do. Remove my shorts, and step forward placing my testicles firmly on the prongs. It’s my role to speak 1st.

“I love you”. She pushes the button, and electricity courses into me. In our household, I love yous are usually followed by pain. It's one of the reasons I’m so madly in love with my wife. I stagger back and fall to the floor.

She looks down, and says “Get back into position.”

Having just experienced the shock, the thought of putting my balls back onto the prongs is utterly terrifying. It takes me a moment to summon the courage. I repeat my personal mantra in my head. “They are just testicles, and testicles don’t deserve mercy”.

I thrust forward my torso making good contact with my balls, the fear of the shocks, and the pride in my ability to accept them causes my penis to harden.

I say, “Thank You”. She presses the button. The jolt to my balls drives me back. I step forward for the next shock.

She says. “Do you know what you did?”, and then presses the button.

I collapse again. I feel like I’m well trained, but all of my training, and I’m still not prepared for the cattle prod.

I get back up and return to position, and say “No”. She presses the button flooring me again. Once I’m back into position, she says. “When you loaded the dishwasher, you put the plates in backwards.” And then pushes the button again causing me again to fall, though only to my knees this time.

I take my position again, and say. “I’m sorry” She presses the button again, and again I fall to my knees.

Once I’m back into position, she says, “What do you say?”

I reply, “Thank you for correcting me.”

She smiles and pushes the button this time extending her arm as I pull back to keep contact with my balls just a bit longer. My head spins, and I’m on the floor again.

When I collect myself, and am back into position, she says, “I can tell the cattle prod is hard for you. What do you think it would take to earn some kisses on my pussy?”.

I think about it. It shouldn’t be easy, and it should also be something that extends my training. “I think 2 shocks in a row where I remain standing”.

“OK. Eventually, I’d like to see you taking the prod without pulling back at all, but for today that seems fair. Are you ready?”. I look her in the eyes and nod. She pushes the button. Another punishing shock to my balls scrambles my brain, and before I know it I’m down on the floor.

She looks down at me, and says, “I’d like to see you try that again.” I’m both excited and terrified by the prospect, and rush back into position with my swollen, punished testicles firmly pressed against the prongs of the cattle prod.

“Ready?” she asks. I nod. Another shock hits me, and when the fog clears from my mind, I’m a couple steps back, but still on my feet. “Good Job, now see if you can finish it.” I take my position. She presses the button, and I collapse, unable to take it. “Well, too bad, but I’m glad you tried. Come here and cuddle me.”

I take the seat next to her, both of us still bottomless. She says, “So the cattle prod, is still really hard for you?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what it is, I just can’t prepare myself for the intensity of the shock.” She reaches down, and not gently examines my balls. Instincts tell me to protect them, but testicles don’t deserve mercy, so I don’t.

“They are quite swollen, this evening. Especially lefty.”

“Yeah, one of your kicks really put the hurt on him.”

She asks, “Would you like to stop using the cattle prod?”

“No, of course not, I just need to practice it more, and figure out how to handle it.”

“Do you think it would help if you were immobilized, and I shocked your nuts for several seconds uninterrupted, so you had a chance to get used to it?”

To me that sounds absolutely horrifying, but my fear tells me it would probably be a useful training experience, so I say, “Not sure. We should try it sometime”.

She looks into my eyes, and says “I love you”, and as she does so, her hand on my nuts squeezes down crushing them.

“I love you to.” I struggle to say through the pain, and then she releases my nuts.

“Would you like to rub my pussy while we watch GLOW?”

“Yes.”.

I am the luckiest man on earth.




**Coda**: I enjoy stories of this nature including themes of ballbusting or other extreme S&M activities with consent, power exchange, games, exercises, training, and loving relationships. My all time favorite story is “Busting Bobby’s Balls” which can be found here: [https://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=9143](https://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=9143)

I would appreciate anyone willing to recommend to me stories of this nature.