Home Early interlude (following Her Perspective 2)

He had no idea his balls could hurt that bad. Each punch just rose the bar to a rung he hadn’t even known existed. It was more like a berserker gorilla slam, letting him know, painfully, that she had truly not castrated him, because every single strike hit them both and he was completely helpless to defend them.


With the exception of her accidentally kneeing him once while they wrestle-fucked, he had never actually been hit there before, and that felt so different. There was pain, but nothing like her first kick, and it had only lasted a few minutes. Was she going to let her bitch friend rack him? What the hell was that all about? He had thought this was over when she had massaged his balls. That had felt so good. Well, it hurt like hell, but it had started to fell soooo good. It made his dick so hard, and he knew if he could just come, much of the pain would go away.



*My balls. Oh, my balls.*