Author's Note: this story contains ballbusting. I've tried to explain why a man would enjoy this activity, and why a woman would want to do this for him. This story is authentic, from my personal experience.
Alley Educates Her Fiancé
Prologue
Mr. and Mrs. Carter Williams celebrated their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary on a luxury cruise ship in the Caribbean with their three sons, their wives, and seven grandchildren. Life had been very good to them. They had everything they could wish for; wealth, health, the love of their community, their friends and their family.
On the day of their anniversary, they all shared a gourmet five course dinner at the Captain's table. It was a memorable evening.
After dinner, Allison and Carter retreated to their stateroom for their own private celebration, which of course included making passionate love. When the romance was over they cuddled together in bed.
"So, Mrs. Williams, are you still gloriously happy that you married me?"
She thought for a bit before answering.
"Absolutely, Darling, you are the most wonderful man I've ever known."
She paused to think, before asking him a question.
"I know you're happy being my husband. Every time we have sex, you have this shit eating grin on your face for days. Is that because you love me so much, or because of what I do to you when we, um, you know, get frisky?"
He chuckled, "Frisky? Hmm, oh, you mean when you bust my balls, right Sweetheart?"
She giggled, "Well, yes, but I was trying to make it sound less harsh."
"Ha! You know I love it when you bust my nuts, the harder you bust me the more I like it."
"I know, and that still amazes me after all the years I've been doing it to you. You really, I mean
really
like pain."
"It's not for everybody. I know that, but at the same time it's not all
that
unusual. For example, some people really enjoy spanking, giving and receiving pain. Some women enjoy wearing nipple clamps."
"Yeah, I suppose that's true. Personally, I have no desire to flatten my nips, but a few of my girlfriends have tried them, and they tell me it does wonders for them."
"I've read articles about areas of the brain that respond to pain and pleasure. Studies have shown that the brain produces a chemical, which is called dopamine, whether that person is experiencing pain or pleasure. It's that chemical that makes the person want more of it. If a person likes chocolate, that chemical in their brain makes them want to eat more chocolate."
Carter grabbed his phone off his night stand, "I'll try to find an explanation for you on the Internet."
He typed in his search, scrolled through a few articles and found one titled "Dopamine: The Feel-good Hormone."
"Here, this explains dopamine better than I can. It says 'Dopamine is part of your reward system. This system is designed, from an evolutionary standpoint, to reward you when you're doing the things you need to do to survive — eat, drink, and reproduce. As humans, our brains are hard-wired to seek out behaviors that release dopamine in our reward system. When you're doing something pleasurable, your brain releases a large amount of dopamine. You feel good and you seek more of that feeling."
He paused for a bit to gather his thoughts, "Another key part of it is anticipation. If a stranger kicked me in the balls without warning, that would hurt like hell; but when the pain is expected, my brain reacts differently, by associating the pain with pleasure. The brain knows when it's ok. When we're being kinky and I know the hit is coming, I also know it's going to feel good to me."
"So you mean your brain is reacting to pain, and experiencing it as something pleasurable?"
"That's right, Alley. What I experience isn't pain. It's pleasure, pure sexual pleasure. I'm aware of a certain level of pain, but in my mind I choose to laser focus on the pleasure. I know the pain is there, but it's in the background. For me, the pain just magnifies the pleasure. I've had the most intense orgasms of my life when you hit my balls. Nothing else remotely compares to it, and I have you to thank for giving me such a wonderful gift."
Alley's eyes were brimming with tears. They were perfect for each other. She loved busting her husband's balls because he loved it so very much, and she loved giving her husband pleasure more than anything in the world.
Chapter 1, Allison and Carter
Allison Porter considered herself to be a good person, with a very normal life. As a little girl, she just knew she would marry a powerful man who would protect her, who would treat her like his queen and go to any lengths to give her anything she desired, and he would love her unconditionally, no matter what she said or did.
When Lucy, her roommate from college, introduced her to her cousin Carter, Alley knew immediately that he was destined to be her future husband. She was sure of it! After all, there was an instant physical attraction between them. The way he made eye contact with her, the way he smiled so warmly at her, the way he so confidently looked at her body (he wasn't subtle about it either). He was a cocky son-of -a-gun, and she liked that about him, at least most of the time. It was obvious; he wanted her, and she wanted him. It didn't hurt that he was handsome and rich too.
When they met he was thirty-three years old, eight years older than Alley. He worked at his father's company, which had been in his family for four generations, so they came from "old money," upper class society. Carter was one of the company vice presidents, so financially his future was secure.
They dated for a few months, before Carter asked her to move in with him. When Alley happily agreed, he surprised her by asking her to marry him!
Chapter 2, Alley Learns A Valuable Lesson
Alley was raised in a very dysfunctional family in the Texas panhandle. Growing up with four brothers, two older and two younger, was challenging for her. Alley was eighteen years old, but a "late bloomer" according to her mother. Although her breasts were still growing, her older brothers liked to tease her relentlessly about the small size of her boobs. She was just barely a 34B. They enjoyed sneaking up behind her and snapping the back of her bra, or pinching her nipples. She knew instinctively that this was wrong, that she was being violated, and she shouldn't put up with their crap. It was her younger brother Joey, who provided a solution to her problem.
"Alley, when Jimmy or Tucker squeeze your tit, you could stop 'em dead in their tracks."
She was skeptical. Her older brothers both outweighed her by at least fifty pounds.
"Really, Joey? So exactly how do I stop them from being jerks?"
"Well, it's simple. Trust me, Alley, this will work like a charm. Look 'em right in the eye and give 'em that cute little smile of yours, then pull your shirt up and show 'em your bra. When their eyes are fixed on your tits you kick him in the crotch, and don't be gentle either. You need to show 'em that there are consequences for being an asshole. When he collapses on the floor he'll leave you alone after that. I guarantee it."
Alley had her doubts, but decided to give it a try. She had nothing to lose, and she knew she needed to do something. Her older brothers were getting more bold lately and she couldn't just ignore the problem and hope it would go away.
She decided to talk to her mother first, and see what she thought. After Alley explained what was going on with her older brothers and what Joey had told her to do to them, her mother lit another Lucky Strike, and took a long pull from her whisky and soda.
"Sweetheart, you have my blessing. I thought I taught those boys better. I tried to get 'em to respect other people's boundaries and feelings, and that applies especially to women too, and I'm real sorry they didn't listen to me. It's fine with me if you can help them understand the error of their ways."
Alley took a few seconds to think, before making her decision.
"Ok, no sense putting it off."
With that she went outside to look for her older brothers. She ran into Tucker first, who was preparing to do an oil change on his pickup truck. She walked up to him until she was standing three feet in front of him.
"What's up, Little Sis?"
She looked him in the eye, "Hi Tucker, I have something to show you."
She had a mischievous look and her big brother was suspicious.
"And what is it you want to show me, girl? Something good I hope?"
Alley gave him a huge grin, and yanked her shirt up.
"Do you like my tits Tucker? You can feel 'em if you want."
Her older brother chuckled, "Well, thanks Miss Alley, I don't mind if I do."
His eyes were glued to her chest, so he didn't notice her pulling her right foot backwards. He also didn't see the pointy toe of her cowboy boot accelerating upwards and into his baby makers. His cocky smirk instantly vanished.
"Holy shit! What did you do?" as his legs collapsed beneath him. When he hit the ground he assumed the fetal position with both hands cupping his balls.
When Alley saw the look of terror on his face when her foot first made contact with his testicles, she knew she'd made an impression on him, and she liked it! Finally, she wasn't the victim. Finally, she knew she had some control.
"You still want to touch my boobies, Tucker?"
"God no, Alley! Please don't kick me again!"
He tried to stand up, but Alley placed her boot on his crotch and pushed him back down. She applied steady pressure to his balls.
She laughed, "Stay down Tucker. I promise I won't kick you again, if you promise to quit harassing me."
She moved her foot slowly back and forth across his balls.
"And you need to act like a gentleman too."
Her older brother appeared to have fully recovered from the kick. She was surprised when it looked like he was starting to enjoy himself. She could clearly see the outline of his dick through his blue jeans, and it was definitely getting bigger!
"I promise, honey. You made your point, loud and clear."
Allison learned a valuable lesson that day. She enjoyed thinking about the look on her big brother's face when she busted his balls!
Chapter 3, Tucker And Jimmy Make Amends
Tucker's attitude towards his younger sister changed dramatically for the better after she had taught him a lesson about not harassing women. For the first time in a long time, Tucker was actually being nice to her! He asked her about her day. He even did some of her household chores, like folding and putting the laundry away.
About a week after his "lesson," Tucker surprised Alley when he passed her a folded up piece of paper while they were eating breakfast. He leaned closer to her and whispered.
