BDSM Library - Story: Busting Bobby's Balls, Chapter: Part 2

It was raining by the time their pickup truck reached the freeway. Bobby sat stark naked in the passenger seat, having removed his coat, socks, and shoes the moment Eve had closed the truck’s tinted-window doors. His engorged cock bobbled in front of him. His penis was no longer as hard as it had been in the x-ray room, but it was still as stiff as a board; it always was. Sitting there, Bobby tried to think of the last time he had seen his member flaccid. Sometime before his 16th birthday he concluded, after pondering the question for a while.

His giant testicles jiggled in his lap. They were smaller than usual, as Eve had mentioned to the doctor. Even more unusual, they didn’t have a single bruise or scrape on them. They hadn’t received any treatment since that night three weeks ago, the evening of the cattle prod and mallet.

After he had finished taking his corrections, Eve had sent him outside to play with the neighbors. There had been eight girls in total, including Megan (who came armed with her new, favorite, high-voltage toy). There were too many of them to all fit on the porch, so instead they had led Bobby over to a snow free area of the lawn near the downspout. It was small patch of ground that had been turned into a pool of mud by the melting snow. Once there, they had tied his hands behind his back and made him spread his legs.

By then his testicles, if they could even be called such, had been transformed into small, purple-and-black melons, dangling just a little above his knees. Oh how the girls had mocked him and his mangled genitals as they began to take turns further beating those grossly swollen, throbbing orbs of pain.

Every flying boot that collided with his ultra-sensitive, sexual organs had produced a fiery explosion of pain. After several dozen devastating blows to his mauled testicle meat, Bobby’s wobbly legs had finally given out from under him and he collapsed in the mud with a wail. The girls all giggled at his misfortune and Megan took the opportunity to sear his balls and cock with the cattle prod a couple more times.

Eventually, after the laughter had died out, the girls ordered him to stand back up. Sobbing and splattered with mud, Bobby obeyed so that the show might go on. It wasn’t long, perhaps another two dozen boots to the balls, before an absolutely nut-splattering kick from Alex had sent him tumbling into the mud once again. This time Alex took the prod from Megan and began administering her own brand of shock therapy as Bobby screamed and writhed in the mud.

As the evening continued, as sort of game had formed, the ultimate goal of which was mash Bobby’s testicles bad enough to send him flopping into the mud. Two girls would compete at a time. One would stand in front of Bobby, the other behind. When both contestants were ready, they would begin the horrific assault on Bobby’s bloated testicles. Taking alternating turns, each contestant attempted to drive the most brutal kick possible deep into Bobby’s ball-mush.

Inevitably, after a lengthy barrage, one particularly ball-crushing kick would connect with Bobby’s hypersensitive testicles in such a way as to break the boy. Then, with a cry of pain, Bobby’s whole body would crumple into the pool of mud below.

At this, the girls of the sideline would all cheer, shouting “piggy in the mud.” The loser would step out to make way for a new contestant, while the winner (the girl whose boot had brought Bobby down) would enter into the bonus round.

The key instrument of the bonus round was the cattle prod. The winner would take the device and apply it liberally to Bobby’s cock, balls, and sometimes butt hole, while the girls on the sideline would rhythmically chant, “Squeal piggy, squeal!”

With 20,000 volts of pain coursing through Bobby’s genitals, squealing wasn’t too difficult. However, the rules of the bonus round were vague, and Bobby soon learned that the quality and quantity of his squealing had little to do with bringing the round to a conclusion. Rather, the round only ended when the girl with the prod was satisfied that she had received that proper amount of amusement from watching Bobby twitch and squirm in the mud. Then, when the victor was content with Bobby’s squealing, the next challenger would step forward, and Bobby would be forced to rise to endure another round of the competition.

It had only taken a half dozen falls before Bobby was reduced to a sloppy mess, with slimy mud covering every inch of his naked body. The girls seemed to be entertained by this, and any contestant who could administer that last agonizing blow in such a way as to make Bobby do a face-plant into the mud always received the greatest accolades.

For the most part, Eve had stayed in the house. Although, she did come out to watch a few rounds and to deliver hot chocolate to the participants.

The seemingly endless ball-belting blows and cock-cooking currents finally came to an end sometime after midnight. Bobby lay in the mud, curled up in fetal position. His gigantic balls lay on the ground behind him, stretch between his legs. His erect penis was partially buried in the mud in front of him. Alex stood with one leg on Bobby side in a victory pose. She had won that evening’s competition with 37 victories. Gina, the cute, 21 year old redhead from down the block, had come in a close second with 33 wins.

Eve thanked all the girls for coming, before proceeding to wash Bobby down with the garden hose. Bobby was in no condition to walk, so she then carried him to his bed.

“You may have noticed I let your friends stay a little longer tonight,” she said, as she set him face-down on his bed.

“I do hope you had fun,” she continued, while positioning him so that his horribly bloated nuts hung even with the bed frame.

“The next couple weeks are going to be very hard on you,” Eve went on, as she forcibly spread Bobby’s legs apart. “I just want you to know Mommy’s very proud of you.”

“Please no, mommy, please no, no, no, no,” Bobby began whimpering incoherently into his bedspread, knowing full well what was coming.

He was in too much pain. He couldn’t take any more; he just couldn’t. The enormous, mutilated lumps of meat that were Bobby’s testicles had suffered unbelievably over the past 48 hours, and now Eve was preparing to continue the torment. She took hold of the frame of the top bunk bed. She drew her foot back.

“Please Mommy, they can’t take any more!” Bobby had pleaded, even though he knew better than to beg. “They hurt so…”

SPLUT!

It was the familiar sound of a tennis shoe splattering a testicle against a hardwood surface. It was a distinct noise, separate from say the SPLAT of a barefoot driving a gonad into the pelvic bone, or the THWOCK the impact of a winter boot made on a free swinging ball. Bobby was intimately familiar with these noises, along with many other interesting sounds that objects colliding with his testes made.

SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT!

The blows came like lightning.

They weren’t as brutal as the ones the girls had delivered outside. They had been controlled, deliberately working over Bobby’s nut meat.

Holding on to the bunk bed for balance, Eve’s right leg had fired like a piston. The blows came in such rapid succession that Bobby couldn’t tell when the pain from one blow ended and the other began.

All Bobby could do was writhe in pain. At times his vision became hazy and his twitching would begin to subside. Sensing this, the kicks would soften slightly.

If Bobby’s squirming increased, the kicks became more vicious.

There was no escape.

They came without end.

Sometime into his torment (whether it was an minute or lifetime he couldn’t say) Bobby formed one of his few coherent thoughts of the evening.

This was the most pain he had ever experienced.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think.

The pain was indescribable.

He looked to his left, and saw the sun rising outside his window. The first thought to come to his pain addled mind was that it was time to start cooking Eve’s scrambled eggs that she had for breakfast every morning. Then a funny thought had come to him. This morning he wouldn’t have to make breakfast. Mommy was making it herself; she was scrambling his eggs.

Mommy should scramble his eggs he thought. That was what they were for after all.

His vision began to get hazy again, and, as it did, he found himself beginning to hump the bed with his remaining strength. With the plug firmly in his hole, it had ultimately been a futile effort, but still he did his best to rub his swollen cock between his body and the sheets.

SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT! SPLUT!...

After having his balls kicked throughout the entire night, the seemly endless assault on Bobby’s manhood had finally come to a halt.

“Look at me,” he heard Eve say softly.

With his last once of energy he rolled onto his back and looked up at Eve. She towered over him like an Amazon. She wore nothing but green panties and a black bra. Her ample breast heaved as she gasped for air. Covered in sweat, her taut, muscular body glistened. He bra in particular was soaked from perspiration that had pooled in her cleavage.

“You’ve been a very good boy tonight,” she said in a weak voice, clearly exhausted from her own exertions. “If you want you can go to bed now. However if you can be a brave boy for just one more kick, and not fall asleep, mommy will take out your plug and give your penis a special kiss goodnight.”

Bobby’s cock throbbed violently.

“Yes mommy, please kick me again,” Bobby pleaded.

Eve nodded and then turned to open Bobby’s closet. She pulled out a box Bobby instantly recognized as an unused gift from his last birthday. He had started to quake as Eve fit her foot into a horribly large steel-toe boot, and began to lace the monstrosity.

“You didn’t think I would make it easy, did you?” She asked with a tired grin.

She slipped off her left shoe, and approached Bobby with her left foot bare and her right foot encased in a steeled-tipped instrument of destruction.

She drew her foot back, and as she did every muscle in Bobby’s body tensed. She paused, and then her foot came hurtling forward only to stop inches from the fleshy basketball that Bobby called right testicle. Bobby let out an anxious moan.

Eve drew back again and fired. Once again she had stopped just short of the mangled orb of meat. Bobby began to gasp in terror, practically hyperventilating.

Six more times Eve performed the same cruel trick. By the end of this series of cruel ruses, Bobby was crying hysterically.

She stopped her little game and starred down at Bobby.

“This is for real,” she whispered, looking Bobby directly in the eyes.

She drew her booted foot back one more time and Bobby closed his eyes.

CRACK!

This was an entirely new sound to Bobby, one he had never heard before. It was the sound of metal slamming into wood with no regard for the sensitive sexual organ trapped in between. It was a sound Bobby would never forget.

Bobby’s mouth opened wide to let out a piercing scream, but all the came out was a tiny squeak from the back of his throat. Like a springboard, he involuntarily shot up out of bed. This precipitated a second, lesser ‘crack’ as his forehead met the frame of the top bunk, sending collapsing back into bed with a soft moan.

Eve began to giggle and then started outright laughing.

“Oh Bobby,” she said with a rare degree of sympathy in her voice. “Better luck next time.”

She kissed him softly on the forehead where a bruise was beginning to form as his vision went black.

When Bobby woke, his room had been entirely dark. Although he couldn’t see very well, he could feel Eve was still beating on his balls. However, when he looked around, he realized that no one was in the room. The pain he was experiencing was simply the residual throbbing of his own badly mangled nuts.

He sat up to look and found that someone had spread his legs and placed two volleyballs in between them. It took Bobby a moment to realize that the volleyballs were in fact his own gauze wrapped testicles. Eve must have bandaged them while he slept.

While he was staring in disbelief at his own balls, Eve walked into the room with a bowl of soup.

“Mommy, what time is it?” Bobby croaked.

“It’s seven dear.” She responded.

It all of sudden dawned on Bobby that it was Friday. He was late for school!

“I…I’m…late for school.” Bobby said frantically.

“It’s seven PM,” Eve replied with a smile.

Bobby gulped, “I’m so sorry Mommy.”

He spread his legs even further apart so Eve would have an easier time spiking his volleyballs.

“It’s alright Bobby,” she said, much to his surprise. “You just eat this soup and rest.”

She set the soup on a tray next to Bobby’s bed and left the room.

Bobby had spent the rest of the day in bed. On Saturday he made sure to wake at his usual time to make Eve’s breakfast. When breakfast was prepared, he went into the living room and got on all fours and waited for his morning therapy.

A groggy Eve came down the stairs at 8, and sat down to breakfast.

“You can get off the floor Bobby” she said sleepily. “There will be no therapy today.”

Bobby got off the floor slightly confused. No therapy? He always had a morning therapy session on Saturdays.

“How are my little man’s grapefruits?” she asked, looking down at his bandaged balls. “Or perhaps cantaloupes from the looks of it.”

“Very sore, mommy.” Bobby answered honestly.

Eve just nodded.

On Sunday, Eve had finally unwrapped Bobby’s balls. The hundreds of black and purple bruises from Friday night had changed color to crimson and brownish-yellow marks.

“Well,” Eve said. “The swelling is definitely down from yesterday. About the size of two small heads of lettuce, wouldn’t you say?”

She paused and then chuckled. “I wonder how many other boys your age have produce for balls?”

Bobby didn’t know how to respond, so he just smiled. Not many, he guessed.

By Monday morning when Bobby got on the bus the swelling had gone down even further. Strangely, Eve hadn’t put his humbler on before he left the house. Bobby hurried to his seat next to Rachel and dropped his pants, exposing his sensitive balls to the less than tender care of Rachel’s merciless fists. He braced himself for his ritual morning ball-pounding.

“Sorry Bobby,” said Rachel. “I’d like nothing better than to beat the shit out of those ridiculous nuts of yours, but your mother has forbidden any… “extracurricular” activities.”

Bobby supposed he should be happy. His testicles were still incredibly sore. Yet, something seemed wrong.

By Friday, just a week since his savage beating, the two fleshy baseballs that flopped around between Bobby’s thighs had completely healed. However, just as his testicles seemed completely healed, a new pain had started to develop in Bobby’s genitals. It wasn’t the fiery, throbbing pain of sore testicles, with which Bobby was all too familiar. Instead, it took the form of a dull ache that encompassed both the boy’s cock and balls. Even though Bobby’s nuts were not at all swollen, they felt as heavy as led and ready to burst. His cock felt much the same, and began to pulse almost constantly, with veins bulging everywhere. As the days went on, the strange aching sensation only became worse.

Finally, just last night, Thursday night, Eve had informed Bobby over dinner that he would be going to the doctor the next day, after which he would be participating in some very intense “group therapy.” Bobby had simply nodded.

Later, while alone in his room, Bobby had started to cry. It would have been a normal reaction for any boy who had just been informed that he was going to be stripped naked in front of a group of random women and have his sexual organs reduced to the consistency of pudding, except for the fact that he was smiling and laughing as he wept. He couldn’t have been happier.

When the strange mixture of laughter and tears subsided, Bobby had sat quietly on his bed and pondered this new terrifying and yet exhilarating revelation. Hadn’t he secretly known for some time. It had been his choice to place his sensitive jewels in the oak door, under the mallet, and in front of the steel-toe boots. At the time, he had attributed his actions to wanting to please Eve, but wasn’t there a part of him that had wanted it as well, that had want to suffer and suffer badly.

Now, less than a day after this realization, he had confessed his shameful secret to his doctor, a woman he had just met. Bobby couldn’t have been more ashamed, and yet in some way he was also relieved.

Bobby was still lost in thought, starring out the window, when Eve spoke.

“I see you’ve already behaved inappropriately with your new doctor.” To prove her point, she pressed a finger down on his sticky cock head as she said it.

“I can’t believe you took your plug out in front of her.” She continued. “You are such a disgusting little pervert. How am I going to teach you a lesson?”

She paused.

“Well, for starters, I should probably cancel tonight’s therapy session.”

Bobby’s eyes began to well up with tears as he struggled for words.

When Eve spoke again, her tone of voice had entirely changed. “Bobby, I’m just joking. Honestly, you can still go to the special event tonight.”

She paused.

“I know mommy can be mean to you sometimes,” she said, almost sounding hurt, “but I’m not that mean.”

Bobby couldn’t have been more relieved. Not knowing what to say, he reached over and hugged Eve instead, not letting go until they got home. Eve, for her part, put her right hand on Bobby’s head and didn’t complain about the giant cock throbbing against her chest.