Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... great, but I thought it was lame that his balls were still dangling. This time, hold them in your hand so they can't move. That way, all the energy of the hit goes right into them fully."

Mona took a deep breath and looked up at Chet. He didn't move. He stayed slumped over. Truthfully, Chet couldn't look at his wife right now. The pain he felt was too great--he couldn't fake that he could handle any more. He managed what he could: He flicked his thumb up briefly, trying to show her approval. Mona saw it, but knew that her husband couldn't handle this. She clutched the spoon tightly, terrified of the damage she was doing. Jane tapped her wrist, "Sometime this century, bitch."

Mona reached out and grabbed her husband's balls. She hadn't done this before, not with the goal of securing the testicles. It was uncomfortable for her, requiring more squeezing than she thought. The rough manual treatment caused Chet to inhale sharply. Mona finally got them secured, forming a circle with her fingers above the balls and pulling lightly down to trap the orbs on the side of her hand closer to her. She held aloft the spoon and looked to Jane. Jane nodded, saying, "Hit him five times. I'll help you count. One."

The spoon struck him with the sound of a firecracker. His throat was stuffed with his gagging scream. His veins bulged, his eyes bugged, his tongue fell out.

"Two."

He felt like his balls were exploding when the next strike met them. How was this pain even possible? ...

... How could these balls that had given him so much pleasure in his life cause him so much pain in this moment? Tears streamed down his face, and he begged, "Stop it! Please! Jane, stop it!"

"Three! Four! Five!" Jane shouted rapidly.

Chet roared in anguish, thrashing against his bindings but not lifting an inch. The machine gun popping on his balls echoed off the walls of the room, he wailed like a banshee, shaking as he felt his legs go numb. He sobbed and his great tears fell down onto his wife's head. Mona cried with him, wishing she could say anything. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, how scared she was. Jane said, "Great job, Mona! You're good at this--you might hate Chet more than I do!

"For this next part," Jane continued, "I'll ask Chet some trivia, and if he answers right he'll get a reward. If he's wrong, though, he'll get a terrible punishment."

She took from their bathroom Mona's plastic hairbrush. She said, "This is the punishment tool. That's right, we're upgrading from the spoon. If you answer wrong, Mona will hit your nuts with the bristle side."

She handed it to Mona, and walked around behind Chet. Mona kept her grip firm on Chet's sac, trapping his balls like in the previous round. Jane asked, "Alright Chet, First Question: How many rounds did we go for on the night we spent in this cabin?"

The video currently playing was the tape they'd made together. Chet couldn't watch--couldn't face his mistakes. Mona couldn't help herself but turn ...