Tyler's Mistake

James wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

But as he stepped into the front hallway, something was wrong.

The moaning upstairs was unmistakable. High, feminine cries from his beloved wife Emma mixed with the unmistakable slap slap slap of skin-on-skin contact.

He moved silently. No rush. No shouting. Just a tight, burning focus as he climbed the stairs and reached the bedroom door.

It was wide open.

Emma was face-down on the bed, gripping the sheets like her life depended on it. Her ass was up, bouncing in time with every thrust behind her. And the man behind her well a boy really, was some college-aged stud with a tan, ripped body and a big, veiny cock absolutely hammering into her soaking wet pussy.

But it wasn’t the boys cock James stared at.

It was the balls.

Heavy. Perfectly shaved. Big, juicy things that swung with every thrust like two ripe plums in a delicate sack. 

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Before James knew it he saw the boy's ginormous balls begin to tighten towards his body, his fucking became more erratic, less controlled and frankly sloppy.

"Not in my wife!" James thought angrily. 

The kid, Tyler, was too caught up in his own approaching orgasm to notice Emma's husband looming in the doorway.

James didn’t announce himself.

He acted.

He moved behind Tyler, crouched low, and punched upward, directly into the boy’s swinging balls.

CRUNCH.

“GAAAAAAHH!!”

Tyler collapsed mid-thrust, shrieking and clutching his nuts, which were already turning red and swelling up. He curled on the floor, convulsing, naked and moaning.

Emma just blinked, then looked over her shoulder.

“Oh,” she said. “Hey, babe.”

James stepped over Tyler’s trembling body. “You didn’t tell him you were married?”

“He didn’t ask,” Emma said, lazily rubbing her clit. “Figured he’d figure it out when you came home.”

James smirked.

“Guess I’m just on time.”

Tyler tried crawling for the door, still hard, cock bobbing helplessly. But James grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to the center of the room.

“Not done yet, stud,” he growled. “You wanted to fuck my wife? You don’t get to leave with those intact.” He motioned down to the boys heavy plums.

Tyler whimpered. “Please sir... don’t...”

But James wasn’t listening. He positioned the boy on his knees, thighs wide, sack hanging low beneath him like an offering. He grabbed a thick leather belt from the closet.

The first snap of it across Tyler’s nuts made him scream so loud the neighbors probably heard.

Emma didn’t care. She slid two fingers deep inside herself, biting her lip.

Each lash was deliberate.

SNAP.

“FUUUUUCK!!”

SNAP.

“I’m sorry!! Please!!”

SNAP.

His balls were now covered in bruises, swelling bigger by the second. The pain made Tyler’s cock twitch violently, having been so close to climax left the boy confused, leaking, and trembling.

But James wasn’t done.

He tied the belt tight around the base of the boys heavy nutsack, forcing Tyler’s massive balls to bulge unnaturally, purple and straining.

"How does it feel knowing a better man is going to ruin your big ol balls?" James asked with a chuckle he lent down close and whispered in the trembling boys ear,

"I hope you enjoyed it while It lasted"

James proceeded to straddle the stud from behind, reach down, and grab Tyler’s bulging sack in both hands.

“Say goodbye to your manhood.”

And with nothing more than a squeeze.

POP.

The left nut gave first. A sickening crunch that made Tyler howl and collapse in sobbing, shaking spasms.

But James kept squeezing.

CRUNCH.

The right one ruptured, and Tyler let out a high, broken wail like an animal being slaughtered.

He collapsed, drooling, cock still leaking pathetic, twitching spurts of cum onto the rug.

Emma laughed softly, looking down at the wreck of a man who had dared to touch her.

“Well,” she said, “he had good form.”

James stood, brushing his hands off. “Not anymore.”

"It's a shame really, he could've made some girl very happy" Emma giggled. "Not as happy as you're about to make me though..."