Southern love story

mm, castration, three victims, love, adultery


"One day I will steal you from him!"


The bedsheets were crumpled mess. Two sweaty bodies, a man and a woman, were naked and tangled together. The spice to the situation added the fact that only one of them had any right to be in the room they were in and lay on the bed they lay on.


Gretchen was recently married to Wayne, a big and burly man with dirty blonde hair under a trucker's hat, which he was never seen without in public. For some time she felt satisfied, but that changed when she met Booker. Only then Gretchen discovered how good a man could make her feel. Wayne was clearly a runner-up. She was longing for a different life, and handsome daredevil Booker represented it. Gretchen and Booker's relationship was continuing for several weeks. Booker came to her house during the day while Gretchen's rightful husband Wayne was away. Unlike Wayne, Booker was lean and agile. Instead of sweat and grease he smelled of deodorant, at least in the beginning of their hidden meetings. Neighbours weren't nosy, and besides, their house on the outskirts of the town was remote enough, so that somebody's frequent visits could be kept secret. Booker enjoyed their meetings and thought Gretchen was too good for Wayne anyway.


"Wayne will be home soon!"


"Then don't dally, let me quickly fuck your juicy behind!"


That would sound incredibly hokey from anybody else, but coming from Booker elicited a giggle from Gretchen. She eagerly spun around whipping her golden hair in the air. Booker put his hands on Gretchen's ass. The scorching sun shone through the open window over the two lovers. Her skin was pale and rosy, even in the split between the round cheeks of her butt, befitting the rose of a woman Gretchen was. As Booker positioned himself behind her, she halfway turned and made her luscious lips meet his. They engaged in a long kiss, then she leaned back down, letting him enjoy the access to her butthole. Booker's dick was hard. Gretchen truly belonged only to him.


Both lovers were too busy to hear a pickup truck stopping at the house. A large bear of a man in a red flannel shirt stepped out. He had a gray beard, his big hands looked like lobster claws, ready to bend steel rods. It was Hank, Wayne's father and Gretchen's father-in-law. Inside the house, he walked towards the strange noises, then froze before the bedroom doors that both lover had carelessly left open.


"What a fuck do you think you're doing with my son's wife, boy!" he yelled.


Hank stormed in, filled with anger. He didn't think before acting, all that was on his mind was to destroy the stranger who had desecrated his family's honor. Hank's thunderous voice startled the lovers. Over his houlder Booker noticed a burly, gray-haired, older man in red flannel shirt, his body full of fat and muscle, charge at him. Booker, without seprating from Gretchen's backside, kicked backwards. The ball of his foot hit Hank precisely between legs and immediately made father-in-law forget his violent intentions. The momentum kept Hank's trajectory forward towards both lovers on the bed. Right before the crash Booker's elbow caught him square on the nose and made the world around him blur.


"Augh!" Gretchen screamed.


Hank's wrecking ball of a body literally flattened both lovers on the bed surface. Hank shifted slightly to the side, his vision still blurred from the elbow to the nose. Booker knew he had only couple of seconds before the disoriented and angry bear-man would regain senses. Then - probably he would strangle him with his bare hands. Using Hank's confusion, Booker pushed his right hand under big man's soft belly until he reached the waistband of the jeans. He pushed his hand under the waistband, felt around a bit and soon found what he looking for - Hank's plump ballsack.


Booker was aware of the consequences of his actions. In other circumstances Booker would show some respect towards Hank's gray hair and older age, but not this time. He was going to end bear-man's balls. Hank's sack was soft, hairy and moist, two fat balls filled the palm. Booker clenched his fingers around the virile nuts and dug his fingers into the flesh.


"Augghhh!" Hank growled.


Hank instinctively lifted his ass up, but couldn't do much to interrupt destruction of his nuts. The insanely strong grip on his balls, coming from the hand under him, was causing devastating pain that took away any ability to wilfully defend himself. The resilience of the older man's balls was no match against the strength of Booker's hand.


"Auueee!" Hank's scream turend into a high pitch squeal.


The squeal turned into a screach as there was no air in his lungs. Hank's mouth was frozen open, his watery eyes wide. His body remained laying sideways next to Gretchen and Booker. Booker, relieved that Gretchen wasn't injured in the commotion, put his left hand and on her hip and resumed fucking her ass.


"Eh... eh... what... eeeh.." Gretchen confusingly gasped as she was approaching orgasm.


Booker's right hand was still inside Hank's pants, mangling the older man's nuts. It was a strange threesome in which one of the participants was regretting his fate much more than other two. Booker crushed his fingers together, keenly feeling the walls of Hank's testicles giving in. Gretchen's father-in-law might have been a strong man twice his size, but without balls he was nothing. His's eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness. In last seconds while he still had his senses, Hank could feel his long-serving balls disintegrate under Booker's grip.


Booker and Gretchen came in unison. Panting, Booker pulled his cock out of her ass, and laughed. He pulled his hand out of Hank's pants, knowing very well - Hank's nuts were finished. Each of these now consisted of several lumps of flesh, losely connected by some of the original tissue, swimming inside now useless sack. Now that Gretchen's brain wasn't restricted by her horniness anymore, she turned towards the older man's unmoving body.


"Hank?" she realised.


"You know him?" Booker asked breathlessly.


Gretchen involuntarily covered her boobs with her hand, as if her father-in-law in his current state would be interested to look at her. Otherwise she was still naked with Booker's cum dripping from her.


"That's Hank, Wayne's old man!"


"Well shit, honey," Booker replied. "I guess he forgot to introduce himself."


Gretchen turned her worried eyes to him. Hank was laying there comatose, his flannel shirt crumpled up, showing his large belly, covered in gray hair.


"Booker, did you..."


Sound from the front of the house interrupted her. Another truck stopped at the house.


"Dad!" deep voice echoed from the entrance. "You're here?"


"It's Wayne!" Gretchen whispered. "Run, Booker!"


She pointed at the open window, and Booker promptly slipped over the windowsill. He bent around the corner of the house and only then realised how funny his situation was. He was naked, as he had left all his clothes the bedroom. In addition Gretchen herself was naked and anybody with half a brain could reckon right away, what had happened in the room mere seconds before. Not to mention, Gretchen had her castrated father-in-law in her bed!


Booker didn't run anymore. He walked towards the road, and lowered his eyes at his palm. Just moments ago he had grabbed Hank's big old balls and crushed them like two overripe tomatos. It had been an intoxicating show of force and masculinity. Booker realised he loved the feeling. He flexed his hand thinking back to that moment and smiled.


"Hey, asshole!"


Somebody's voice - not Wayne's - interruped Booker's contemplation. Thoughtlessly he had walked close to the entrance of the house. Father-in-law's truck was parked next to husband's truck. A young guy jumped out of Wayne's truck. He was leaner than Wayne or Hank, and had scruffy blond hair. "Jed" read the name tag on his dark blue mechanic's shirt. In his hand Jed was holding a huge wrench. He spit out a piece of chewing gum and yelled.


"Hey Wayne, come here quick!"


Voices could be heard arguing inside the house, Wayne probably wouldn't react to Jed's yell right away. Booker lunged at Jed. Sure, he was naked, but he didn't care. He had tasted the blood, and knew exactly what he wanted to do to Jed.


Jed was caught by surprise. Booker crushed into him shoulder-first, and both fell on the ground. The impact pushed the air out of Jed's lungs. Booker jumped up right away, while Jed remained on the ground, gasping heavily. Booker didn't care who was this guy, he had to eliminate Jed as a threat.


Booker grabbed the crotch of Jed's pants and tore the fabric apart. Large tear along the seam divided pant legs into two pieces, uncovering Jed's sweaty skin. The hole revealed a healthy pink ballsack, compact and surrounded by short, blonde hair. Jed was recovering his breath, when he felt his ankles grabbed and his ass lifted up from the ground. Naked Booker loomed over him in the fork between his legs, menacingly obscuring the sun. He was raising his bare, sand-covered foot over Jed's unprotected nuts. His sack wobbled like a round piece of a meaty pink jelly.


"No, wait!" Jed screamed.


Booker mericlessly slammed his foot on Jed's unprotected nutsack. He felt the tenderness of the pink nuts under his naked foot. Jed screamed as he acutely felt his testicles cave in under the force of Booker's stomps. He slammed his foot again and again, enjoying the feeling of the changes in the structure of Jed's balls with each stomp. Blonde guy's nuts became flatter with each impact until they were pulverised against their owner's pelvis. Booker studied the results of his work. Jed's previously round, pink ballsack was squashed flat. Blonde guy himself was unresponsive, his body was twitching, foam was coming from his mouth. Booker dropped Jed's legs. A female scream made Booker turn his head.


"Don't hurt him, Booker!"


Gretchen ran out of the house. She was almost naked, except for a white towel she was holding, covering her boobs.


"That's Jed, my brother!"


Gretchen dashed towards the fallen blonde guy. Booker, who knew very well that Jed's poor balls were beyond repair, sighed.


"It was self defence, honey, I swear!"


Next second Booker realised that he had bigger problem to face. Wayne's growl almost knocked Booker back.


"You will die, fucker!"


He was a copy of his father, barring the gray hair. With a bear-like roar Wayne lunged at his naked opponent. Booker grabbed Jed's wrench. He was ready to fight.


Wayne swung his hammer-like fist, able to destroy him in one hit, but Booker ducked. He hit back with the wrench and made a lucky impact. The wrench hit Wayne in the throat. The angry bear lost balance and hit the ground with a thud of a heavy sack of uncoordinated muscle. Booker had a second of advantage, before Wayne would get up.


Booker grabbed the crotch of Wayne's pants with his left hand and yanked with a force that tore the fabric open. Wayne's thick dick and plump balls jumped out of the opening, ready to be destroyed. Booker raised the wrench and swung down. Hank had just lost his huge nuts, now it was Wayne's turn. Son's testicles were younger and sturdier. First wrench hit didn't make much difference, as the ballsack just jumped back unblemished. Booker hacked at the virile flesh over and over. He aimed at alternating side of the sack - left nut, right nut, left nut, right nut. Merciless metal tool reduced the resistance of Wayne's nuts with every next impact.


Wayne howled of pain and tried to reach for Booker. His attempts to save his nuts were futile. Each hit made his whole body convulse from pain. As the cold steel caved in Wayne's balls, the skin of his sack tore apart. Shreds of his testicles were flying in the air. Droplets of blood were splattered over Booker's naked body, creating a freckle-like pattern. Wayne fell back, convulsing in agony. Booker delivered couple more hits to the place where Wayne's nuts used to be, until he stopped. Burly man's balls were obliterated.


"Wayne!" Gretchen screamed.


She run to her husband, who was laying with his eyes rolled back and unmoving. Gretchen kneeled, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Booker laughed. This was a definitive triumph. Three losers had learned what it meant to mess with him.


"Gretchen, I have to go. You can choose to stay with your nutless family..."


Gretchen turned towards him, her face wet from tears. There was sincerity in Bookers words.


"...or you can come with me. I just deballed your husband, your father-in-law and your brother. I am a man who is ready to fight for you. What do you say?"


Gretchen considered his words. Then she wiped her eyes. She looked at Booker with resolute expression on her face.


"I am coming with you, Booker!" Gretchen said.


"Then get in the truck. We're going to Mexico!"


The sun was setting, casting long shadows. The truck with Booker and Gretchen went towards the sunset.