A Week in the life chapter 10 (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.

Here are the previous chapters.

* [Chapter 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/cwek6v/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_1_and_2_story/) (Kicking and electrical play)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/cxs5tc/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_3_story/) (Kicking and licking)
* [Chapter 4 and 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/czuziy/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_4_and_5_story/) (Kicking and crushing in a vice)
* [Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/d3yrq6/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_6_story/) (Hammering and sex)
* [Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/do0w3p/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_7_story/) (Execution style weight play and licking)
* [Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/epvzsf/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_8_story/) (Caning in stocks)
* [Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/fevozj/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_9_story/) (Kicking)

**Chapter 10: Wednesday, Alone at Home (Crushing)**

My wife had an appointment after work, so I beat her home. She texted me “Please take out the trash, and put away your laundry, I’ll be home by 8 PM. As soon as I was in the door I removed my pants and underwear and attached the millstone to my testicles. It pulled painfully on them as I went about my chores donning a robe so that I could wear it into the backyard without passers-by seeing it. Several times during the night, the heavy weight snagged on a corner and brought me up short. As instructed, I gave 3 agonizing jerks to try to free it before I was allowed to make an adjustment to the angle of my movement. Every time that happens, I hope she is watching me on the IP cameras, and approving of my effort.

At about 8 PM. My wife texted again. “It's going to be a late one honey, sorry. I’ll see you in the morning.”

So at 10 PM I went to bed, and fell comfortably asleep. I awoke suddenly to a sharp pain in my testicles. My wife had joined me on the bed, she was nude, but had both hands engaged with my genitals, crushing them in her vice like grip. In my not-fully awake state, I began to struggle, but quickly mastered myself, and like any dutiful husband, I put my hands underneath me, and flattened out my legs to make the crushing of my balls as convenient as possible to my loving wife.

Having skipped that evening’s training, my balls weren’t as sensitive as usual, but my loving wife was persistent, and determined. Her powerful fingers searched out weak points, and she gauged my reaction to determine where to apply the most pressure to toughen up my sensitive orbs. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, and was unable to keep my hands from plaintively grabbing hers.

As soon as my composure broke, she released my punished nuts, stood up, and produced a pair of handcuffs that she showed to me, as she dangled them from one end. I stood up, and turned my back to her offering my wrists for cuffing. Then once securely cuffed, I sat down on the side of the bed, and maneuvered to the middle of it, genitals up with my hands held secured behind me, under my body.

Now she climbed back onto the bed, and straddled my stomach, with her back to my face, and her hands gripping my balls, but not yet squeezing them. Neither of us had yet spoken a word, and for the first time the silence was apparent. She was planning her next attack carefully. I stole a glance at the clock. 2:20 AM. Then her grip tightened and my agony began anew.

Her strong fingers quickly dug into fragile nut meat, and efficiently located tender spots. It wasn’t long before my composure again broke, and I began struggling. My hands were hopelessly trapped, but my animal instincts begged my stomach muscles to curl into a fetal position. I was unsuccessful at it, the pain had zapped out most of my strength, and her body had my torso pinned in position. My legs likewise tried to curl up to protect my vulnerable organs, but they too had no strength to resist, and were unsuccessful at dislodging her hands from the center of my manhood, and the origin point of my suffering.

This went on for some time. Her hands crushed my testicles, and my body struggled unsuccessfully against her. I was mewling, and begging, unable to cope with the attacks. Eventually my struggles weakened. My mewling ceased. My energy was tapped out, and my ability to remain present faded, and I surrendered to the pain. My wife’s hands eventually tired, but through practice she had learned how to pace herself, how to transition from one grip to the next so that her fingers took a long time to tire out completely. Each new position brought a new wave of agony with an accompanying spasm of ineffectual resistance. Time passed and passed.

“... stop?” She was saying something. Alert to my inattention she used her fingernails to painfully pinch the head of my penis. “I said, ‘Do you want me to stop?’” she repeated.

I was spent, struggling to hold onto consciousness. I tried to speak, but at first it was a grunt, and then a squeak. “Please”.

“OK, I’ll stop for a minute but only if you lick my pussy. And if you stop doing a good job, I’m going right back to playing with the balls.”

I nod. And she pivots around to position her vagina above my face. I focus on catching my breath. Summoning as much energy as possible for my new task. Once she is in position I set to work. Diligently moving my tongue about her feminine folds. Doing my best to stimulate her sensitive parts as she had just stimulated mine.

As I found a rhythm, she started rocking back and forward. Eventually culminating in a powerful orgasm that had her shaking for several moments. Satisfied she rotated back around, and reached down with her left hand to grip my ball bag below my testicles, forcing my nuts upward into a particularly vulnerable position.

Then she said, “That was great. Thank you. I love you.”

I respond, “I love you, too”, and as I do, her right hand descends, sandwiching my hurting nutmeat between the hands she compresses them tightly, spawning uncontrollable agony once again. Then she released me, and we cuddled.

It was a good night.

**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](https://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=9143)”

If anyone can recommend to me a good story, or suggest an idea for a future chapter, I'd appreciate it.