She shoots my balls with an airgun

My wife Emily and I were walking on the street when we came across a shooting stall. It had paper bullseyes about 40 yards away from the shooting position. They had airguns which shot pellets using pressurized air.

Emily wanted to give it a try.

"Emily, you have terrible aim. Are you sure you want to embarrass yourself in front of all these people?"

Emily picked up an air-rifle. "If I get the bullseye, I'll shoot your balls with an airgun."

"Sure." I get closer to Emily and whisper in her ear, "and I get a blowjob otherwise."

Emily goes to the counter. "I'll take 10 shots, please."

"10 shots? That's not fair—"

Emily gives me a look which says "I decide what's fair."

I curse myself.

Emily lifts up a hand and then curls her fingers as though crushing a paper ball—a gesture that she uses to tell me that my balls in trouble—and then winks at me.

First shot... didn't even hit the paper

Second shot... hits the outermost ring

Third shot... outside of the outermost ring

Fourth shot... missed the bullseye by an inch!

Emily turns to me. "I was just getting warmed up."

Fifth shot... second inner ring

Sixth shot... bullseye!

Emily lowers her gun and looks at me. She lowers her gaze to my balls and says excitedly, "now time to hit some real targets!"

She has 4 shots remaining but she leaves the stall and drags me along with her to the nearest supermarket. We find an entire aisle of airguns.

My balls pain just looking at these big airguns. There are rifles and there are pistols, but Emily has her eyes on the rifles.

I pick an air-pistol which looks like it wouldn't hurt much and nudge Emily with it.

Emily doesn't spare me a glance. "No," she says in a definitive tone.

She picks the most expensive rifle. "This one has good magnification on its scope."

Emily storms toward the cashier while I try to keep pace behind her. She pays for the gun with my money, of course.

We go back home.

Emily is really excited. She is waiting for me at our backyard. I put on as many clothes as I can to protect my skin from the pellets—including 3 briefs, and pull the *bullseye,* my balls, out of the fly.

I'm at the backyard. My penis has been taped to my stomach, my hands have been tied and my feet are wide apart. My balls are exposed through the fly. I'm bending a bit so that my balls are dangling in the air.

Even with all the clothes that I have on, I'm shivering. Emily's resting the rifle on a lawn chair, probably because of how heavy it is.

Damn, that gun is probably the most powerful amongst all options that there were. But I know I couldn't have protested. Emily buys what she wants. Any time I have tried to reason her out of buying something, I have ended up with really swollen balls.

Emily seems to be adjusting the scope.

Oh what's this? A laser pointer is on my balls. I was hoping to pretend she hit my balls with a missed shot, but looks like there won't be any missed shots today.

The laser is pointing to my right testicle. I'm really tempted to flee, but I know that doing so would only invite more abuse to my poor testicles.

Maybe I'll feel better if I close my eyes?

But before I could, I see Emily pull the trigger. My stomach lurches in fear and I feel weightless for the fraction of second in which I know my balls would be hit at any moment.

The pellet hits my right testicle with enormous force. It sends a painful shockwave through my right testicle. The pain is indescribable. I crumple to the floor.

"Get up you baby, I need to shoot your left testicle too."

She can't be serious. I remain in the ground hoping that she was just kidding, though her tone wasn't so. I close my eyes shut and just roll around the ground, desperately willing the pain to go away.

"Get up!"

This time the voice is right above me. I open my eyes and see Emily towering over me with the rifle propped on one of her shoulders.

"Move your hands."

I gingerly move my hands away, thinking that Emily just wants to check on my nuts.

I was wrong. Emily mercilessly grabs and twists my nuts and yanks them upwards. "Get up. Now!"

After making sure that I was up and in position, Emily goes to prop her gun at a different position this time. It's much closer to me than the last position (and hence will probably hurt more) but I decide to say nothing about it.

Emily takes a brief moment and then shoots my balls. She didn't use the laser this time (that's probably why she chose a closer position).

I was completely unprepared for the shot, as I was expecting her to use the laser.

The shot lands on my right testicle again (wasn't she aiming for my left testicle?) The pain is like nothing I have felt before. I thought the previous shot was painful, but it is nothing compared to the shot that just hit my poor testicle.

Being shot from a closer distance and being hit on the same testicle, I was delirious with pain, tears coming out of my eyes. I lost all sense of judgement. I crumpled to the ground once again and started squealing with agony.

Emily was towering over me again. "Stop. The entire neighborhood can hear you right now," she said in a serious tone.

In an attempt to shut up, I pressed both my hands to my mouth.

This was a big mistake.

"Sorry, I meant to hit your left testicle this time. I should have used the laser pointer. Let's finish the job so we can go back home where you can scream all you want in our sound proof chamber."

Emily grabs my left testicle and shoots it point blank with the rifle.

PAIN. PAIN that I cannot describe.

Emily starts yanking me inside by my balls. She pulls me to the sound proof chamber where I exercise my vocal cords (by screaming) for the next few minutes.

Thankfully my balls aren't damaged and will heal within the next few days.

Emily comes in to check on my balls (she wouldn't want her favorite toy damaged). "We should do this a weekly thing," Emily says. Then Emily looks at the utterly devastated look on my face and giggles.