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Sarah groaned as she bent down to close the oven. She was just over three months pregnant and was finally beginning to show a little. She had just put the finishing touches on dinner when Wayne arrived home from work. Once again, he was more than thirty minutes late. Here comes the lazy traffic excuse, Sarah thought.
“Hey, babe, sorry. Brutal traffic today,” he said.
Sigh. Always the same tired excuses. Either he thought she was stupid or he just wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. In any event, Sarah was not stupid. She had known for several weeks now that Wayne was cheating on her again. She had made a lot of allowances for him when they were younger and just dating. After all, they’d been in their mid-twenties at that time and “just having fun.” And Wayne was always a bit of a wild, outgoing wanderer. That was part of what attracted her to him in the first place.
However… now that they were in their late twenties, married, and about to have a baby together, Wayne had promised her that all that cheating stuff was in the past. That it was behind them. That he would be completely faithful now. He had asked for her trust in that, and she had adopted a “trust but verify” approach to it.
He kissed her cheek and sat down at the dining room table. Sarah thought she smelled a faint hint of perfume on him when he kissed her. No surprise.
“This is really good, babe,” he said, devouring the steak salad she had made for them.
His salad had a “special” dressing on it and hers a normal one. Within minutes, he finished the steak as well as the bread and butter. He was still working on the salad. He reached for his drink, but found himself unable to close his fingers around it.
“Oh,” he said, confused by his sudden lack of motor control.
“Something wrong?” Sarah asked rhetorically.
“My … fingers … they …”
He trailed off. His fork clattered across the floor as his arms slid off of the table top. They dangled at his sides like dead weight.
“Hmm. Faster than expected,” Sarah said, rising from her chair.
She turned his chair out and pulled his shirt over his head. His arms came out of the arm holes and flopped right back down at his sides. Next she pulled down his shorts, slowly and carefully so that she didn’t pull him right off of his chair.
“Cute underwear,” she said, glancing at his colorful boxer briefs. “Gonna have to lose them though.”
She shimmied his underwear down to his ankles. Then she lifted his feet one at a time and removed his underwear completely, leaving him fully naked except for white Nike socks.
She looked down at her handsome yet unfaithful husband. His large balls were resting on the chair at the end of his long, veiny, clean-shaven ballsack. His thick penis was hanging there, too: slightly to the left and with its large, heavy-looking mushroom tip resting on the chair next to one of his balls.
“Oh, Wayne. You must think I’m pretty stupid,” Sarah said.
“Nnnguh,” Wayne said in response. He could feel his mouth and tongue, but couldn’t seem to move them very much.
“I put some special compounds in your salad dressing. They don’t taste like much and they aren’t harmful, but they do cause a temporary paralysis. In case you were wondering.”
She picked up Wayne’s shorts, fished his phone out of the pocket, and unlocked it. Wayne’s eyes widened, realizing that she knew his passcode. When had that happened?
“You’ve been awfully busy on Snapchat lately. Lots of beautiful ladies here. And I see you’ve been showing yourself off … quite a bit.”
Sarah had a “home office” in the dining room that was really just a desk in the corner. Hanging on the wall above her desk: her PhD in botany and various other awards, honors, and credentials. She opened one of the larger drawers and pulled out a set of ordinary, run of the mill jumper cables.
“You ate your dinner so fast and I barely even had a single bite of mine. I’m going to finish my salad now. For now, you just sit here and relax while I do that.”
Without hesitation, she bent over and clipped the jumper cables onto Wayne’s testicles. The steel clamps bit down hard. Very hard.
She bent down and took several long sniffs of his cock and the tangled bush of dark pubic hair above it. His eyes were welling up with tears from the pain. One of them escaped onto his cheek and she wiped it away with her thumb.
“Now, now. Don’t you dare feel sorry for yourself. I can smell Chanel number five on your fucking dick.“
The backhand she gave him from her ring hand left him bleeding from his lip. She sat down and began to pick at her salad while he stared at her and moaned. “Nghhhh! Nghhhh!”
She took her time, eating slowly, refilling her wine. She even had a small piece of cake afterwards. “So good,” she said, after the last bite.
She retrieved a small syringe from the mini fridge by her desk and jabbed it into the side of his cock.
“Just a little something to make you hard,” she said as pushed down on the syringe’s plunger.
“Nghhhh,” Wayne said. And then: “S-s-stahp.”
“You shouldn’t be able to speak,” Sarah said. She thought for a moment. “The bread. Of course! The bread soaked up some of the stuff I gave you. I can fix that.”
She pulled the syringe out of his cock and retrieved a small vial from her mini fridge. So many useful things in there. The vial was capped with an eye dropper. She pulled on a medical glove and carefully placed just one drop of the stuff onto her fingertip, then she inserted that finger into Wayne’s mouth and brushed his teeth and gums with it.
“This is the same stuff that I added to your salad dressing. It doesn’t take much. Just a drop or two.”
Wayne summoned any remaining motor control that he still had to bite down on her fingertip.
“Ow! Fuck!” She yanked back her hand. She pulled off the glove and examined the finger. Thankfully, no broken skin. She turned back to Wayne.
“Okay,” she said. “You wanna bite my tip? Then I’ll bite your tip, too. Let’s see how you like that.”
She got down on her knees and leaned forward, holding his penis between her thumb and forefinger. She glanced up at him.
“Bad boy!” she yelled, pointing her finger at him. Then she bit the tip of his penis. She bit hard enough to make sure she could feel her teeth touching.
“Nghhhhh! Nghhhhh!”
Despite his agonized moaning, whatever she had injected into the base of his cock was already working. Even while she was biting its head, his cock was growing longer and harder. Within a few minutes, it was pointed right up at her and had long, thick veins bulging from its underside. She finally stopped biting.
“Before we go any further, I’m gonna freeze some of your sperm. In case we want to have more kids one day.”
Wayne blinked a few times. Why would she need to freeze my sperm to have more kids? But he couldn’t think straight. Not with the jumper cables still biting into his balls.
She unbuttoned her sundress and let it fall to the floor. She was fully naked underneath. Her body was stunning. People often asked her if she was a model and were taken aback when she said that actually she was a scientist, specializing in plant genetics and molecular biology. She placed a small pillow on the floor in front of Wayne’s chair and kneeled on it. His swollen cock began to throb.
“Since you came home reeking of perfume, I’m sure you’ve already ejaculated today. Doesn’t really matter though. I’ve been giving you supplements in your food for several days now. Increasing your sperm count and motility. Zinc, selenium, folic acid. All kinds of things. You’ll cum again, no problem. But the jumper cables will stay on. I don’t want you to actually enjoy your last orgasm. You don’t deserve it.”
She spit in her hand and started stroking his cock while pointing it down into a collection cup on the chair. She knew the exact hand position and pace that usually made him orgasm quickly. It would probably take a little longer, under the circumstances.
“Nghhhh.” It was about the only noise he could make while she stroked him. Even with the pain, she was confident she could stroke him to the point of ejaculation, but without it even feeling good. She stroked and stroked and stroked, making sure her moist thumb kept rubbing against the super sensitive part of his cock head.
“Almost there, Wayne. I can feel it. Almost there … almost there … almost!”
His cock began to throb. She felt it. Her eyes lit up. She grabbed the jumper cables where they were attached to his balls and squeezed down on the clamps. She squeezed hard, crushing his balls!
“Agggh!”
She smiled like a demon as she squeezed the clamps. A long rope of cum came out of his cock at high velocity. It almost knocked over the collection cup. Several more ropes were right behind it.
She let go of his cock, waited a moment, and then let go of the clamps as well. Wayne was panting and his body was covered in sweat. She turned her attention to the collection cup, transferring his cum into small vials, adding a stabilizer fluid, and flash freezing the sperm with a few drops of liquid nitrogen. Then she placed the vials in the freezer next to her strawberry ice cream.
She returned to Wayne and finally removed the jumper cables from his balls, making his gasp.
She cupped his balls in her left hand. They were so large, they almost didn’t fit in just her palm.
“Now that I have your samples, there’s no need for me to be so gentle with these anymore. Siri, set a timer for ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes starting now,” came a soothing female voice.
Wayne pleaded with his eyes. The fist punch rocked his entire body. Her knuckles slammed down into his balls. The hand that was cupping them was resting on the chair and had nowhere to go to soften the blow.
“Nghhh!” Wayne moaned. “Nghhh!”
She spread her legs shoulder width apart for better balance, and punched down hard, again and again, her arm and shoulder firing like a piston. The sound of her fist hitting his balls was like music to her ears.
“You deserve this,” she said. “And you did this to yourself.”
Ten minutes later, the timer went off. She had punched his balls at least once per second, so around 600 times. She was covered in sweat from the exertion. And to her surprise, she was wet between her legs as well. She didn’t know that beating him would make her so aroused.
Wayne’s balls were swollen like plums after the punches, and they were hanging lower than ever. She pulled him forward on the chair a little and spread his legs as wide as they would go. Now his balls were resting on the seat pretty close to the edge.
“It’s time for me to break these balls now, Wayne. And I think I’m really going to enjoy it. And since you’ve always been such an ass man…”
Sarah turned around, showing him her big, round, incredibly firm ass cheeks. She never skipped leg day at the gym, especially hip thrusts. Her ass was magnificently muscular and tear drop shaped.
“N-n-no, p-p-please,” Wayne said, fighting through the paralysis like his life depended on it.
“It’s much too late for apologies. Go fuck yourself, Wayne,” she said in response.
And with that, she jumped into the air while lifting her knees towards her breasts and slammed her ass down onto his balls, crushing them between her asshole and the chair. A long, loud wail of pain escaped Wayne’s lips. He couldn’t move his arms but his fingers were trembling as his body went into shock. Sarah sat there with a satisfied smile. She leaned back into his upper body, flexing her glutes on the chair, squeezing and un-squeezing his crushed balls with her firm ass cheeks.
“Pretty sure I felt them rupture,” she said. “I don’t have balls, so I don’t know what that feels like, but I bet it hurts!”
She continued to flex her glutes on his balls for a while. Then she went to her desk and retrieved her elastrator, a tool meant for castrating livestock. She had purchased it the same day that she discovered Wayne was still cheating on her after knowing that she was pregnant.
Wayne groaned as she picked up his cracked testicles and fed them through the opening of the elastrator. She made sure both testicles were below the tight latex band before she let it snap closed around the top of his scrotum. He gasped in pain.
“Growing up on a farm has its advantages. It taught me a lot of important skills. This band will restrict blood flow your scrotum and testicles, causing them to atrophy, dry up, and fall off naturally in about two to four weeks.”
She sat down next to him and made him watch while she used his phone to text a letter of resignation to his boss.
“I make enough money for both of us. And besides, you’re gonna need some time for your balls to fall off, recuperate, and get started on testosterone replacement therapy.”
She piled several blankets and pillows in front of the TV in the living room. Then she placed a bedsheet next to Wayne and tipped his chair over. He smacked onto the floor pretty hard. She used the bedsheet to drag him into the living room to her little pillow palace that she had made.
Lying next to him, she put on an episode of Bridgerton and then pulled his arm over her upper body, making him the big spoon.
“This is so nice,” she said. “Cuddling and watching Bridgerton. You’d never do this with me if you had a choice.”
She reached behind her and squeezed his balls in her hand. He groaned.
“You’re going to be so much of a better husband when these are gone.”
After two episodes of Bridgerton, she decided it was time for bed. She noticed that his paralysis was beginning to wear off, so she tied his wrists behind his back and tied his ankles together as well. He was still lying on his side on top of the blankets.
“Good night, my love,” she said. “I do love you, by the way. You’re just … on punishment, at the moment.”
She stepped forward and kicked Wayne in the balls as hard as she could. He shrieked in pain and curled up into as close to a fetal position as he could. She turned out the lights and lay beside him.