Lizzie Catches and Fixes a Cheater (Lizzie, Jill)

Ethan lay sprawled on his side, taking up most of Madison’s small dorm-room bed. He was trying to position himself in a way that looked casual but also showed off his well-defined biceps, his powerful thighs and, of course, the package that rested in the Y made by his legs, one resting on the bed and one propped up. He liked the way his boxer briefs showed off the outline of his cock and balls. He was already getting hard at the thought that Madison would soon be sucking it. What girl could resist this!

Madison had gone to the campus store to buy condoms after she had finally given into Ethan’s constant insistence that they should hook up. At first, Madison hadn’t wanted to because Ethan’s girlfriend, Lizzie, was supposed to be Madison’s best friend. But Ethan knew that Madison didn’t really respect Lizzie. No one did. Lizzie never had the confidence that commanded respect, so even her so-called friends didn’t give too much thought to what Lizzie wanted. That made it easier for Ethan to seduce Madison without worrying too much about Lizzie finding out.

Lizzie had been his girlfriend since junior high, and since they had both started at the same university earlier that month, he had been glad she was here and available for sex. But he knew their relationship would not last much longer, just until he found the next girl he wanted.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. That was quick, he though, Madison must be really hungry for it. He was annoyed that he was going to have to wear a condom this time. He had bullied Lizzie into going on birth control so that he could shoot in her. It made him feel extra powerful when he was in her. He’d get Madison there too, it might just take a while.

As he opened the door, he wondered, a second too late, why Madison was pounding on her own door instead of using the key. Then, he realized as he found himself face to face with Lizzie, her face red and her jaws clenched.

His first thought was to grab his clothes because, for the first time in his entire relationship with Lizzie, he suddenly felt vulnerable. Still holding the open door in his right hand, he took a step towards the pile of clothes with his left foot, his right foot lagging stupidly behind.

And that turned out to be the fateful moment. His legs spread and he suddenly, terrifyingly felt his ball sac hanging there unprotected just as Lizzie let out a furious shriek and brought her knee up directly into both of his family jewels. The stabbing pain as they compressed against his pelvis hit at the same time that he felt his entire body go cold with panic.He grabbed for Lizzie’s shoulders, but it was too late. The self-defense training she had must have kicked in because he realized with disbelief that her fist was already closed around his nuts and she was twisting.

The pain screamed a warning in his brain, but all he could think was: this can’t be happening! He had never felt so powerless. This was impossible. In that moment, everything that was important to him was in Lizzie’s control. He started to cry and not just from the pain that was now surging in sharp electric currents through his body.“Ok, ok, ok,” he begged as he tried to shuffle backwards, “I’m sorry I cheated! Calm down”At that moment, he stumbled backwards over a pair of shoes that Madison had left on the floor. This freed him from Lizzie’s grip, but landed him jarringly on his back. His testicles contracted to his body, the cords feeling tense and bunched from the stain they had just been under.

If Ethan had been giving less mental energy to wondering if balls were damaged (they can’t be damaged, can they? please god let them be ok and I will do anything!), then he might have notice earlier that Lizzie was standing over him, her foot already traveling rapidly toward his right ball, clearly outlined against his tight boxer briefs.

He saw pure rage on her face as the kick connected and his body was consumed with pain. Then, as he reached down and felt the ball (fuck! it is definitely swollen and misshapen. This can’t really be happening) he saw something else flicker across her face for a second. Something that he had never seen before in their entire relationship. Was that satisfaction? Or a sense of superiority?Whatever it was, it was there for only a moment before it was replaced by what looked like panic and she said, “We have to get you to the hospital now!”

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Lizzie’s boyfriend, who was soon to be both her ex-boyfriend and an ex-boy, was holding his swelling ball and cursing her from the backseat as she drove him to the hospital. When she ruptured his right nut with a powerful, well-aimed kick, she hadn’t had time to enjoy it. At first, she was too angry about finding out he had been cheating to think before she kicked him. Then, she had been too worried that he would report it to the cops as assault to enjoy what she had done. But now, with him yelling that she broken his balls and calling her a bitch, she couldn’t help but smile with a deep sense of pleasure.

When they got to the hospital, she barely made eye contact with anyone for fear that they would ask questions and blame her. Quickly he was whisked off to surgery, and she was left to sit in the waiting room.The nurse who had checked him in cautiously made her way over to Lizzie. “Hi”, she smiled, “I’m Jill... are you his girlfriend... or wife?”

“I’m his girlfriend” Lizzie answered, unable to mask her annoyance.

Jill laughed nervously and asked: “And did you kick him?”

Lizzie couldn’t hide the smile as she said yes. “Don’t worry,” said Jill, “we see things like this all the time. Cheating?”

“Yeah”

“Well,” Jill said, “If it makes you feel better, you ruptured his right ball. They will probably be able to save it, but there is about a 40% chance that you turned him into a half-eunuch.”

Jill could see Lizzie flush with excitement at this and knew that she had read the situation correctly, so she went on: “In situations like this, I like to make sure wives and girlfriends don’t miss out on something they might... ummm... enjoy. When I was checking him in, I had him sign a blank medical power of attorney form. If you fill your information in here and then fill out this request form... then, if they are unable to save the testicle, it will be preserved in a jar for you. You can pick it up at my desk after. Only a 40% chance... but, if you want...”

Lizzie was already filling out the forms.

She had barely finished and returned them to Jill, when a tall, blonde woman in scrubs approached her: “Hello, I’m Doctor Smith,” she said, “I’m operating on your boyfriend. He is under light anesthetic right now and so cannot make a medical decision. I understand that he designated you with power of attorney, is that right?”

Lizzie became worried for a second that she would be caught, but responded simply, “Yes.”

“This is a tricky injury. The testicle is badly damaged. Even if we repair it, it will always be partially herniated and cause constant low-level pain. The other option is to remove it, which will cut his fertility drastically. And, well, you know how men are; he will probably have to overcome feelings of emasculation.”

“Cut it off” Lizzie said without hesitation.

“Are you sure,” Dr. Smith asked, a little stunned.

“Cut it off” Lizzie said again, then added with a broad smile, “it is what he’d want.”

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Lizzie was daydreaming about how her soon-to-be ex would now go through life knowing that he lost half his manhood because of the choice of a girlfriend he’d cheated on. Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Jill gesturing her to come to the desk.Jill’s cheeks were flush with almost as much excitement as Lizzie when she revealed the jar with the remains of a nut floating in it.

“Wow,” Lizzie said, “it looks so much smaller like that.” The swelling was gone now, and the rupture was clearly visible. For the first of many times, Lizzie looked at it with a sense of accomplishment. “I wish I could see what he looks like without it,” she sighed.

“Come on back, I’ll show you,” said Jill. “He’ll be asleep for a while now... I had the anesthesiologist increase the dose because he started to struggle and try to take off the mask while Dr. Smith was explaining to him that she was about to remove his right testicle because you said to!” The two girls couldn’t contain their laughter at that.

In the recovery room, Lizzie pulled back the bandages and brushed his limp cock out of the way to admire the sac, which looked comically wrong with only one nut in it.Lizzie started to feel the remaining nut, smaller than the one in the jar, smooth and defenseless between her fingers.

“I wonder what it will be like for him,” she mused, tugging his one nut to the end of the bag, “I wonder what he’ll tell future girlfriends?”

“Are you going to break up now?” Jill asked. And Lizzie realized she hadn’t mentioned that to Jill.

“Yeah,” Lizzie said putting pressure on her ex’s ball in a way that she knew would make him jump and squirm away if he were conscious, “I can’t go back to a guy who cheated.”

Jill nodded, understandingly.

Lizzie bounced the ball up and down in her hand, feeling its weight only slightly heavier than a cherry. “I wonder if this will be enough for him to have kids?” she said thoughtfully.

“Do you think he should?” asked Jill.

“I don’t know, probably not,” answered Lizzie.

“Well, then we can fix that!” Jill chimed pleasantly, “sometimes, after an... ummm... accident like he had, one ball will seem fine, but a micro-fissure will have formed that sometimes opens into a rupture, for example if the patient rolls onto it after surgery. Just give it a little hand!”

Lizzie clamped the unguarded nut between her thumb and the joint of her index finger and applied more and more pressure. She was fascinated by how much it could take, bulging between her fingers but staying whole, like an impossible grape.

She shifted to using both hands, pressing with all her force. Until, finally, which a satisfying squish her thumb and index finger came together and what had been solid between them was now a slippery goo.

She walked out to wait for her second trophy to appear for her, neatly packed in a little jar.