Banished Balls 1

Banished Balls one

She was hardly able to move; her explosive orgasm had paralyzed all but her over active mind. He rolled from her delicate frame, panting as his over stimulated cock slipped from betwixt her warm moist folds and onto the clean sheets the hotel had recently supplied. His once boiling seed now dribbled from her inner warmth onto her trembling thighs, leaving a crusty reminder of their ebbing passion. She had been wonderful, but his time was exhausted and he must return to the routine realities of a suburban husband. He tossed the carefully stashed bills onto the bed beside her sweat-streaked frame that had slowly transformed itself from a spread woman of lust to a content babe in a fetal position. Fulfilled, she would seek no more income from the passionate coital thrusts of a would be lover this night.

Martin slipped into the soft sheets under the cover of darkness and the presupposition that his wife of twelve years was asleep. His mind still reeled from the erotic encounter of just a few hours earlier, when the raven-haired beauty had stepped from the shadows and slid into the front seat next to him. The images of her youthful body filled his senses once again, and he began to doze in the warmth of the memories she had so eagerly given him. Her skin was smooth, her mouth warm, and her lips inviting as she enticed him to his fullness with the assurance only experience could provide. Her soft hand had gently coaxed the seed from his aching gonads, sending them on an explosive collision course with the depths of her femininity. Although basically shy, Martin had seized the moment, thrusting into her with such force that she fell into the delightful warmth of fulfillment as his explosive orgasm triggered her own.

Now, next to the slumbering form of his obese wife Clara, Martin allowed his guilt to drift into the dark folds of darkness that surrounded them, silently wishing that somehow he would not have to rely on the arms of another to fulfill his repressed physical needs. Little did he know that his beloved had long ago traded his throbbing yet unfulfilling cock for the unemotional hum of a silver vibrator she had secretly procured from the change she had gleaned from the family grocery budget. His late nights at work provided her with the time she needed to fulfill her deepest yearnings with a fantasy lover who caressed her with the tenderness she had always longed for. Even now, as she felt Martin turn on his side with his back towards her, she began to devise a plan to end their unfulfilling lovemaking forever. Deep within, she knew she could no longer allow her tainted husband to invade the sanctity of her pussy while repulsion repressed her desires.

She waited for and endless eternity until his heavy breathing signaled his departure into his dream world. Moving slowly and silently from beneath the sheets, Clara stole away downstairs, glancing over her shoulder only once. Grabbing an old soldering iron, and the bread knife, she silently reflected on the lives they had once hoped for, now shattered by infidelity and frustration. On her way up the stairs she grabbed an armload of old dish towels and stole up the staircase with determined resolve. Pausing at the door of their bedroom, she gazed at the shadowy figure of Martin’s peaceful form. A devilish smile slowly invaded her face as she silently made her way to his side and began to gently, yet firmly tie his extremities to the bed frame.

Martin awoke entirely too late, with his limbs firmly bound and his mouth filled with his wife’s soiled panties. Clara stood over him, a shadowy, sinister figure wielding a shiny serrated blade. Despite his futile attempts to free himself, Martin somehow stayed his panic until she cut away his sleeping attire and cupped his spent gonads in the soft skin of her delicate hands. Moving the two orbs about in their neatly shaven sheath, she languished in the feeling of power she had over her victim. Despite the revulsion she felt for these organs of infidelity, she could not help but marvel at their symmetry and texture, knowing this would be her final opportunity to observe them in their natural state. Despite herself, she became aroused and sat on the bed with her foot firmly embedded in her awakening pussy.

Her hands toyed with his equipment masterfully and gently, bringing his long purple tipped shaft to its fullness despite his obvious fear. Caressing the ivory shaft gingerly, Clara traced the bulge of his urethra with her sinewy finger. The throbbing organ seemed to breath with a life all of its own, easing a pearly drop of lubrication from its blood-filled head. His scrotal sac drew painfully tight drawing the two life-giving orbs deep into his abdomen as his seed begin to boil deep within his groin. Despite himself, Martin savored the feeling of helpless eroticism and begin to pant with anticipation. Clara massaged the shaft and throbbing crown more vigorously now, sensing his arousal and pending orgasm while slipping her fingers between her legs to envelop the moisture collecting there. Both began to pant in unison as their impending orgasms continued to build in intensity.

If it was to be, now was the time Clara reasoned as her hand slid from the moisture filled darkness of pleasure onto the cold knife blade nearby. As to not disturb his impending ecstasy, she slid the knife blade between his spread legs and positioned it gently at the base of his scrotum. Martin began to struggle against his restraints as the pressure in his torso became intolerable and the first geyser of sperm erupted high into the darkness. As the second eruption shot from his pulsing glans, Clara sighed and began sawing at the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum vigorously. The serrated edge tore large chunks of flesh away as Martin arched his back high into the air in screamed. The searing pain in his loins propelled his final eruption of semen directly into Clara’s face as he unsuccessfully suppressed the urge to vomit. The merciless teeth tore through the delicate flesh, severing his gonads and spraying blood across his torso and thighs. His second scream signaled his departure into senselessness while returning Clara to reality.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a brilliant light and Clara dropped the knife to cower from the scene. From somewhere beyond and gentle voice spoke.

“Do not be afraid, we ask only for the two life-giving orbs that you have deprived of life.”

“S...Sure,” she mumbled in amazement.

A shadowy figure materialized next to her as she huddled on the floor and scooped up the two gonads greedily. Once hidden within the folds of its outer garment it extended a shrouded limb and laid it gently against Martin’s groin. There was a brief wisp of burning hair as his body twitched violently several times before it lay still. When the specter removed it’s arm, the jagged tear where his scrotum and partially severed cock once lay were now completely healed. The hooded figure slowly nodded and dematerialized leaving the room dark, and Clara speechless. She would never fully recover from the experience and spent the remainder of her life serving the man she had emasculated.

Martin awoke the next morning without his balls. Although he would always suspect Clara, the mystery of his recovery would remain with his gonads that were now connected to a meticulously monitored life-support system as they dutifully pumped out a continuous stream of life giving fluid to the female population trapped aboard the interstellar spacecraft. He loved the new found affection Clara showed for him and although he would still visit his raven haired beauty in town, she would never satisfy him as before. Eventually, he would abandon his testosterone patches, and develop the fine art of female oral stimulation.