Tracey Takes Care Of Andy

For when she decides your eggs need a good beating.

Andy knocked on the door, flowers in hand, nervously awaiting an answer.

There was a slight pause before the door was flung open to reveal Tracey, wearing a crop top and yoga pants, looking characteristically sullen.

“Again?” She chided.

“I love you-,” Andy started. His obsession with Tracey had remained ever since they’d broken up and his weekly attempts to reconcile had become a weekly ritual. He was a charming young man with a bright future, but his self-destructive desire for Tracey was quickly becoming his undoing.

“You don’t love anything, you worm,” Tracey scolded. “I had my fun with you. But after that sixth trip to the hospital and the news your babymakers were permanently busted, I don’t have time for a sissy that fires blanks.”

Andy grimaced, remembering the agony of each of those trips, but also remembering how sexy Tracey’s toes always looked right before they crunched his nads. That last time was particularly brutal. He’d come home late from work and Tracey was expecting him to make dinner and when he began to argue, Tracey let fly with a flurry of vicious kicks. The sound of twigs snapping was audible. That wasn’t the first time she’d made him vomit from ballbusting.

The memory of the attending doctor sharing the news with him was still burnt into his memory. He could have sworn she was smirking. Upon hearing the news, Tracey promptly picked up her bag and left, leaving Andy to deal with his loss alone.

The demoralization from her verbal and physical abuse had become an addiction for Andy. Sure he could find plenty of women to dote on, but his fetish for feet and ballbusting had destined him to this life of wanton servitude.

With Tracey he was truly intimate about all his feelings, even though they were now thrown in his face, he felt free when he was with her. No other girl would so happily let him lick the sweat from her body after a strenuous workout, or the soles of her shoes, and have such disregard for the health of his manhood.

“Please?” He gently motioned the flowers forward hoping she’d take them.

She smiled sweetly, “Sure.”

He was relieved, as he motioned forward, her bare foot flung out at an unmerciful pace, connecting viciously with his testicles. The bouquet crumpled in his hands and he let out an agonized moan.

“You’ll never learn, will you?”

“No,” he fought to stay on his feet as a testament to his devotion to her.

She tossed her hair to the side playfully, “Okay, we can do this the hard way.” She let fly with three equally vicious kicks, her toes jamming into his pelvis, tenderizing his balls.

He couldn’t produce sperm but the nerves were still very much alive and the pain was agonizing.  But still he wouldn’t fall.

The back door was connected to the kitchen and Tracey turned to grab a wooden spoon from a nearby drawer.

“If you’re too stupid to know what’s good for you, I guess you’ll have to make another trip to the hospital.”

Tracey grabbed him by the shirt across his chest and pushed him roughly against the side of the entrance. Teeth gritted she began cracking the wooden spoon in long upperward swings into his unprotected nuts.

After 10 brutal whips across his genitals, his eyes were rolling backward in his head and he was starting to lose consciousness. With all of the force Tracey could muster she wailed one last time with the spoon.

A loud crunch sound came from his groin, bringing him back to consciousness cruelly. He screamed a pitiful gurgle and began vomiting. Tracey moved to his side, supporting his frame as he threw up on the porch.

“That’s it, baby. Just let it all out.”

Andy was in excruciating pain, the heaving abated briefly.

“I think I must have ruptured one,” Tracey cooed, proud of herself. “Let me check.”

Without any hesitation, she jammed her hand down Andy’s pants and started violently searching around. Her fingers found their targets.

“Ooo, feels like your right one has really popped.” With her free hand she grabbed Andy under the chin and gazed into his eyes. “Now, Andy, you’re already going to have to go to the hospital, so I might as well do the other one.”

Andy moaned loudly in objection but was powerless to do anything.

“Look me in the eye,” demanded Tracey, he could do nothing but submit. She was so beautiful.

Tracey’s hand jumped to his left testicle and ground down viciously. The crackle and pop of a testicle being undone came from her grasp. The tears flowed down Andy’s face and a second series of vomit came up.

Tracey gently lowered him to the ground and she kneeled beside him as he convulsed.

“Now, I know you’re in a lot of pain right now, and that’s good. I’ll call you an ambulance, but I’m going to wait an hour, so that you really learn your lesson, okay?” Tracey stood up and closed the door on Andy.

He sat deep in his world of pain. He still loved her.