Laissez les bons temps rouler! Part 3

I, of course took my time. That single punch had really fucked my nuts up, and that thing with the toilet seat… Not only did I need some time to recover, but I also needed to calm down the inner demon that just want to split her in half with my cock. Not to mention I wanted to give her a little time to research her responses.

I checked out the little guys as the warm water just ran down me. I found that even the gentle spray from the shower was right at the level of uncomfortable and painful if it hit my crotch directly, so I leaned forward to allow the water to hit the back of my head and just roll down my body as a fondled my manhood. The cut on the scrotum was superficial and had stopped bleeding very quickly, but it seemed most of the scrotum was bruised. That made it very difficult to tall about the balls inside, but if I stretched the skin tight, I could tell that the left one, much larger than normal, or the right was clearly discolored.

Both were very sensitive towards the bottom of how they would normally lay within my sack, and I had strange cramps I really hadn’t expected. I also had the suspicion that my cock would explode at the slightest sexual stimulation, so I made a distinct effort to try to calm my body down to allow for more foreplay when that time came.

I’m not sure exactly when the threats from outside the shower room door had stopped, because honestly one of the first things I did was just sit down and hold my groin for what must have been at least 20 minutes, but for all I knew up to an hour, as I considered if this fantasy was actually worth it. I think kids are past us at this point in our lives, but at the same time, I still felt in intrinsic to me being that I be able to have them if needed. And there had been all of the stories about a dude completely loosing his jewels. Seemed unplauseble, but still, I kinda liked having mine.

My strength had begun to return, so I was able to rise, and check myself out, then clean up a bit. I’d left the water on warm purposefully, but for the last few minutes I went for full blast heat until I couldn’t stand it, allowing the build up of steam to clear away much of the sweat and other materials throughout my pours, before getting out and patting my self dry. I opened the door to find a hand written note left on the floor just outside the door.

‘*Slave,*

*I didn’t realize you were that weak. At first I wanted to just rip your nuts off, but as I watched you flee in terror, I pitied you it must suck having those little dangling nuggets, and so, I grant you permission to let them rest. Your nuts are mine, and I’ll be back.*

*PS: nude. on the bed. I left a few items out on the bed for you to think about.”*

As I walked around, I found she had indeed left a few things laid out on the bed like some sort of perverted arsenal, in neat little rows, and seemed to be gone. In the kitchen was a dirty bowl of food, still semi-warm and an empty tall glass. I guess she needed to fuel up, I joked to myself. I noticed that she had left both of our phones out, and after a quick check, looks like she had been doing a little research into ballbusting, though I wasn’t a thrilled that the page on her’s involved castration, and it seemed she had already laced an order for a few toys, but I wanted to be surprised, so I stopped digging.

I just lay there until I heard the front door being opened. There was a loud snapping sound just after the door closed, like leather slapping a hard surface, and I heard her call out very innocently, “**Guess whose home! I’m really going to fuck your little nutsies now, bitch.**” She walked to the barrier of our bedroom door, staying there to allow me to look her over as she waited to enter, making sure she kept looking into my eyes with every new discovery of all she had done. Hanging from her hip was a small curled whip, but she had given up on the green dress, for the night at least for a leather lace up spaghetti strap. I noticed that there was zippers below both of he breasts, I assume to allow easy access. It ran to just below her pubis, cutting off view of the beauty between her thighs, but if she tilted those hips just a little, a glimpse of her was there to be enjoyed. She had also returned wearing a new pair of knee high, platformed boots. “**Do you like what you see?**” she commented, running her free hand down to her cunt, rubbing it for just a moment so that I can see she wore nothing beneath. “**Those nuts are so fucked. Tonight,** ” as she slammed her booted foot into the ground and began grinding into the floor, “**I’m going to make you beg. Oh, no honey-bunny. Not to taste your knew queen here**” as she flashed her crotch at me, “**I read some of that smut you look at, and it seems the consensus is if I completely break your little plums, or just bite them off**” as she actually made the motion of grabbing something with one hand, shoving it into her mouth and biting then ripping it away to gulp it down over dramatically, “…**you simply become a better slave, eager to please,… any hole I choose,… with your tongue, since that <something in Spanish> just wont keep up.**” She laughed, “**In any meaning of the term**”, as she smirked even more.

Suddenly something slammed into my balls, as I saw she had flung a pair of handcuffs at me, landing perfectly. I covered myself, and she scowled, but said nothing, as she walked to the bed. She reached down and grabbed my hands, holding my aching nuts, and began squeezing, forcing me to crush myself. “**Tell me. What do you think I will enjoy the most. Stepping on your dick, squeezing your jewels, kicking them, using my knees? Maybe you have an idea I had not thought of for what might make my little balls down there hurt you so badly you beg me to cut them?** ”

She reached over me, allowing her leather clad breasts to sweep over my chest to grasp the large wooden spoon. I also heard a click, and felt the handcuff circle around my left wrist. “**I told you to not cover up. Now, I have to scramble some eggs.**”, as she forced my hands away. I honestly had not heard what she had said, but knew what she wanted and so my hands uncovered my nuts. WACK!!! It came down with full damn force, and there is nothing like the sounds of a wooden cooking utensil striking flesh. I screamed in pain, not expecting that, or how damn much it hurt. She outright nailed my again, then again. There was no mercy in her swings, as she did not hold back at all. A final strike came, and I couldn’t help myself as my hands went to cover my aching nuts and my legs came up to meat the rest of my body. “**Just making sure you are not begging yet?**”

I didn’t even hear the words come out of her mouth because of the sheer level of testicular pain I was feeling. I heard sounds, but incomprehensible. “**That was for fleeing.**” She commented before leaving my side. Something wrapped around my right ankle, still curled up near me as a lay there like a defenseless baby, then something else around my left ankle. I heard her drop to the floor and fiddle beneath the bed, but I couldn’t move, and couldn’t open my eyes, my balls hurt so bad.

Suddenly I was being tugged, by the feet towards the side of the bed. My legs forced to extend, as I lay sideways on top of the bed, then suddenly be forced apart as whatever she had attached to my ankles was pulled on by ropes beneath the bed. I stopped just as my pelvis reached the edge of the bed, were my spread legs now hung openly and touching the ground. She walked up to me, her tits now hanging out of her top, as she rammed her bare knee into my helpless crotch. She held it there, and then rolled forward, crushing my balls down as she used them to lean forward.

With a look at pure spite, she spit on my cock, the took it into her mouth. But it was not kind. She bit into it, hurting even more as it was still very soft, malleable to fit into all the little gaps of her teeth. Mimicking yet another movie she scowled “**Do you bleed?**” as she bit it again, focusing on the shaft. It did bleed a little, and she liked it off . Suddenly her knee rocked my nuts again. Not nearly as hard as early, but I was quickly discovering that even light hits hurt a lot after they had already been busted. She brought her other leg up, placing the booted foot on the outside of my thorax for the sole purpose of exposing her pussy to my sight. “**You always tell me the most beautiful things about my sweet little vaj**” she said, in her normal tone, “…**what would you say now, honey?...**” as forced her knee further into my crotch. She had manipulated my cock upwards, which forced my balls to hand at the top of my pelvis, as her knee caught them dead on.

From there she crawled forward, sitting on my chest. I could feel her wetness streak over my abdomen as she came closer, and took my left, handcuffed hand, and attached it to the mettle frame of the bed’s footboard. Her pussy was inches from my face, and she saw I was starring at it. Tilting her head over her shoulder, she saw my penis becoming erect. “**Kiss it**” she offered, opening her thighs just a bit as if there was a question as to what ‘it’ meant. I could only arch my neck because of the restraints and her on my chest, but I did. She allowed my tongue to explore her, she dropped a loving hand onto the top of my head and her fingers mazed through my hair.

She brought my free right hand up to her chest, and I massaged her breast. They were firm, but small, which to me was perfect. I could easily take the entire perfectness of her into one hand, and it felt like it fit so perfectly into my grasp. She continued to enjoy the menstruations of my tongue as a fondled her, sliding my palm and finger tips over the nipple. Her juices began to taste a little different, which I knew meant she was getting closer to her goal, but then I heard a click, and found she had a second set of handcuffs now wrapped around the right wrist. I felt her entire pelvis crush her clit and vulva onto my face as she wrestled that hand down to the bed, and snapped the other handcuff to our bedpost. She then stood up, leaving the bed, “**Don’t worry slave. You will finish that off, and still owe me another after that. I’m thinking two more after you had to grab your puuur liddle iddy biddy ballsies and run away.**”

She approached me from between my legs, gently resting her knee just below my freely hanging testicles, then bent over to lean just over my chest. She was simply measuring. “**I saw them at the sex shop, slave. You know what the first thing I thought was? I wonder if the extra wait in the platform would translate well WHEN**” CRACK “**I**” SLAM “**KNEED**” CRACK “**THE EVERLOVING**” SLAM “**SHIT**” CRACK “**OUT OF**” CRACK “**THOSE**” CRACK, CRACK, CRACK “**HUEVOS!**”

“**Baby, my balls**” I tried to call out, unable to protect them, or cover them. “**Shut the fuck up, bitch.**” She screamed at me, before adding in the most cruel voice I’d ever heard her muster “**And don’t even think about begging me yet. We are not even close.**” I saw her get something from her purse from the other side of the room then felt her hand grab my cock. It moved down to take my scrotum and I was truly afraid she was going to punch them again. Instead, she uncapped two tubes of lipstick, off-handedly commenting “**Gotta work on the aim, you know…**” and began to draw small circles around the taunt skin of my scrotum, digging in over the meat of my testicles to create a target symbol on my balls. I began to ask her to leave them alone, “**Baby, stop. They hurt so ba..**” when she forced her hand over my mouth. “**I told you to shut it, bitch.**”

“**Now, I’m going to kick you in the nuts for disobeying. Every time you disobey, I am going to kick you square in the balls. Do you understand. It will be outside of the rules of whatever game we are currently playing,**” I continued to try to speak through her hand, worried she had broken them, but she could only hear muffled sounds and angered, said “**Fine, that’s two.**”

She stepped back, drew her booted leg out front to measure the distance, and stepped back appropriately. She looked at me, catching me dead in her gaze, “**Save your screaming for when your tongue is up in my pussy. Do…you…under…stand!**” She didn’t wait for an answer as she dramatically brought her booted leg back as far behind her as possible, holding it up for effect for rocketing it directly at her newly painted target, my defenseless ballsack. I screamed. I couldn’t help it, and she simply held up three fingers, took aim, and wracked me again. No matter what I told myself, I couldn’t stop the ‘**Ummm!**’ from coming out, and she held up four fingers, then slammed her booted foot into for a third time. Suddenly she exclaimed in her giddy wifey voice, “**Jeez, I’m so wet. I guess my jay-jay loves kicking you down there.**” I saw her flash me her pussy as she rubbed herself, stick a few fingers inside and a small chain of female fluid ran the gap between her fingers and cunt lips. She wasted no time as her boot slammed home for the number four. I vaguely remember beginning to vomit, and then blacking out.