Ball Busting

My balls ache most of the time, now.

I moved in to Jill's apartment last week. We used to live right across from each other but I've been spending almost all my time at her place. It just didn't seem to make sense to pay twice. So we just moved my stuff across the hall and into her place.

In some ways my life is as happy as it has ever been. Better than I thought it would ever be. I have a girlfriend I am living with and we seem to be having constant sex. Jill is great, and it's a really good arrangement.

Except for the ball busting.

Jill has control of my cock, complete control. She doesn't need to put me into chastity because my cock is limp, I am impotent by default. Only when she pushes the button on the little remote that triggers the chips that were surgically implanted in me, only then do I get an erection.

Not only do I get a hardon, I also get an overwhelming urge to penetrate something and ejaculate. Fortunately, Jill has the remote and only pushes the button when we are having sex, so... it's OK. But once or twice my chips have gone off when I was in public someplace and the results almost got me arrested.

Thing is, as wonderful and sexy as Jill is, fucking her means she gets to bust my balls.

It's part of our arrangement. She sleeps with me, I get to be inside her and leave my sperm inside, and she gets to take her frustrations out on my testicles the next morning.

It used to be her just punching my balls. She'd grab my scrotum and make them bulge out (which sort of hurt by itself) and then pounded them a few times with her fist.

Now Jill uses other methods. She is the most wonderful girlfriend in the world, except in the morning when we are getting ready for work and she insists on being "paid" for the sex we had the night before.

Yeah, it's like she demands ball busting as a sort of payment. The more sex we have, the more she lays into my genitals the next day.

I wake up when the alarm goes off and groan, curling up before I even get out of bed. She's usually already in the bathroom getting her makeup on or her hair done.

"OK, Jack. Get out of bed and up against the door. You know the drill."

"Yeah... Jill could you go easy on me today? I mean, it's getting to where I can't sit down for a couple of hours when I get to work. I'm afraid it's doing some permanent damage."

"Jack, this is small recompense for the cunt pounding you gave me last night. I'm bruised down there, too. And you know this is a fundamental part of our relationship, an agreement we made when we first started dating. That remote and those chips basically trigger something in you that makes you rape me, and this is fair payback."

I didn't agree at all, but I can't resist Jill. She is too sexy not to fuck at night, and she can be just so demanding, she doesn't take no for an answer.

I stood up against the door, spread my legs and raised my arms so I didn't accidentally try to cover my balls and get my hands crushed by her knee. She stood in front of me and then *wham* her knee came up and slammed into my scrotum. I try to stay up because she kneed me more than once, but eventually I fell to my knees. She usually knees me six or seven times.

It's getting bad. I am thinking I might have made a mistake. If it takes moving out, I may have to. Surely I can get another girlfriend. Thing is, I am not sure I want another one... I love Jill. But damn, that love is costing me my balls!