Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... "It was a good one. Next Question: What fetishes did you tell me you had on our first date?"

Chet furrowed his brow, "I think, tanlines, anal, and... big boobs?"

Jane shook her head, "That last one was something you said, but not a fetish. There's another."

Mona looked down at herself. She saw her pale body, a body that had never done anal with her husband. She'd of course not really wanted to, but he'd never even asked. Did he not think she could be kinky? What was this wild man she was seeing on the screen? Was she someone he settled for? Was she not exciting?

"Time's up! It was impregnation," said Jane. "Oh well, time for punishment. Mona? Swat his nuts."

Chet cried out, "Wait!"

The brush swung down fast and hard, with real venom behind it. Mona was sleep-deprived, terrified of punishment, and consumed by intrusive thoughts of self-hatred. She didn't fully process the act as she did it. Once she looked down at the wriggling balls in her hand, the scrotal skin dotted with numerous pink bristle marks, she realized she was hurting something precious. Chet was roaring, his body turned red. His face was purple from screaming.

"Last Question: When was the only time someone saw us fucking?"

Chet looked at Jane, "What? Never."

Jane raised her eyebrows, "Wrong. We were caught once."

"What?" Chet was baffled. He had no idea of this.

A moment passed. Jane said, "Time's up. Your mom caught us once. When you were hitting me from the back in your ...

... room?"

Chet's face grew pale, "Oh, no. When you asked to be up against the window?"

Jane bit her lip, "Yeah. She was outside."

Chet shuddered, repulsed, "You didn't tell me!? My mom!? Was it the whole time?"

Jane looked at Mona, "Time to make him pay."

Mona raised the brush. Chet panicked, "Nonono! Wait! Please! Mona, don't--"

It was him or her. His balls met the thin, hard plastic spines of the brush quickly. They bit down into his flesh like dozens of needles. They punched into his nut meat and impaled searing pain directly into his aspect of manhood. Chet thought he was dying. His chest hurt. His lungs burned. His throat was raw. None of these sensations even registered against the body-breaking anguish radiating from his testicles. He contorted in his bindings, writhing futilely automatically, as though the movement might shake out some of his pain.

Mona caught her breath, tears in her eyes. Her husband's balls were red, beaten into discoloration by her own hands. She felt sick. Jane licked her lips and said, "Chet, how do your balls feel?"

Chet, weeping, could barely catch his breath to answer, "It hurts! Oh God, it hurts!"

Jane nodded excitedly, "Do you want them to stop hurting?"

"Please! Yes!"

Jane sighed in relief, "Glad to hear it. All you need to do, Mona, is tell him it's okay if he fucks me."

Chet screamed, "You crazy bitch! What the hell's wrong with you!?"

Jane held the remote, running her thumb along the button longingly. Mona ...