Vowing his faithfulness and manhood

As Julie lay awake, staring at the tempting, swollen balls of her husband, she thought back to when things had gotten out of control.

If only Bobby hadn't been so stupid as to plant the idea in her brain. It had been a month before the wedding, and after an argument about something stupid she couldn't remember anymore - the music, the color of the napkins, who could tell? - they'd concluded the argument with some perfectly fine make-up sex. Afterward, while she pondering some of the entree choices, he'd suddenly said, "Does it ever bother you?"

"What?"

"We'll only ever have sex with each other again, in our entire lives."

She frowned. "Was something wrong with it tonight?"

"No, it was fine," he said. "It's just that we know each other so well. At some point there won't be any surprises. We'll never have the thrill of seeing another person naked for the first time, of seeing another person's kinks."

"So?"

"I don't know. It's fine. Forget I said anything."

She had tried to forget, but it became an obsession. She pictured him getting bored, straying. She went through the whole scenario in her head: his apologies, that it was just animal lust, and so on and so on. The pain she experienced just thinking about, even imagining another woman touching his penis, it was horrible. But what could she do, realistically? She wouldn't turn him away. She would always love him. She had to find a way to convince him that he could never, ever cheat on her.

Now, he moaned a bit in his sleep, no doubt because of his sore nuts. The sound gave her a thrill all the way up to her stomach.

She could still remember her hesitance before she went through with it. Maybe, back then, she could have stopped herself. The package that had arrived a week before the wedding, his raised eyebrows.

"It's a surprise," she'd said. "For our wedding night." His cock had nearly burst out of his pants. If only he'd known what kind of a surprise it was.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else, but the evening's activities flooded her every thought. The wedding had been lovely, but her mind had been on the evening, nervous about what she was going to do. If she had been just a little more afraid, maybe she would have chickened out. The scene replayed over and over again in her head:

"I want to try something new tonight," she said. They were already both naked, his hands occupied with her breasts, hers gently cupping his testicles. She was still wearing her heels from the wedding. She'd convinced him that it was arousing for her. The music they played, so that they could have sex as loudly as they liked without disturbing the neighbors, was blaring.

"I'm game," he said.

"It's... a little kinky."

"Mm," he said. "Is this that surprise you ordered?"

"Yes," she said, her heart thudding hard in her chest. "Do you trust me? You have to close your eyes."

He grinned, and made a show of covering his eyes with his hands. "I can't wait."

"Ohhh, no." She said. "You might cheat. Move your hands. You're going to like this I think." He obeyed, and she could see him flitting one eyelid open at the bottom. "I see that," she said, and pulled the little, silk black cloth from the drawer under the bed. As she wrapped it around his eyes, she gave his ass a light, playful smack.

He frowned. "I can't see your boobs," he said. "Do we need the blindfold?"

"Ah, see, I think we do. If you could see them before, we need it. The whole idea is to make sure that you don't cheat. In fact, put your hands on the floor so I can make sure you don't move it."

"Seriously?"

Was she serious? This was a huge step. It might be enough that he would leave her. No, she was sure. She had to go through with it. "Don't you want to try something new? Don't you trust me?"

He shrugged, and leaned back on his hands.

"No," she said. "I want you to get on all fours, spread your legs out."

"No butt stuff," he said.

"None of that, I promise."

For a second, he hesitated. If he took the blindfold off, if he refused to kneel, she knew she would give up. But finally he obeyed.

"This will feel a little strange for a sec," she said. Steeling her nerves, she went into the closet for the other things she'd ordered. At first, it seemed very strange, but gradually, as she attached the wooden device to his balls, it actually started to turn her own. The way the "humbler," as it was apparently called, framed his nuts for her, his protesting grunting, all of it made her feel powerful, sexy.

"One more thing," she said.

"Did you wrap something on my balls?" he said. "Kind of uncomfortable."

"Almost done," she said. And he didn't protest when she attached the handcuffs to both of his hands. Once he was set up, she removed the blindfold.

He looked back, and tried to change position, until he realized that he was trapped by his own balls, with no way to stand. "What the fuck?" he said.

"It's called a humbler," she said. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but we need to start this marriage with a very important understanding." She let him have one last view of his crotch (which he greedily took), and then walked around to his back.

"I don't think I like this," he said.

"You won't," she said. "But you're not in a place to resist." She smiled, unable to help herself. "I sort of have you by the balls here."

"Okay," he said. "Very funny. You can let me out now."

She ignored him. She had thought it would be hard, but now that he was here, at her mercy, she was getting more and more excited. "A lot of marriages, probably more than half, make it through their partner cheating."

"I haven't cheated," he said. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to need you to be quiet now," she said. "For every time you speak, I am going to do this." Then, holding her breath, she pulled her leg back and snapped into a kick, slamming the point of her heel right into the center of his nuts.

"Aaaaah!" he said. "My balls! You kicked me in the balls!"

"I can see you didn't hear me," she said. "You just spoke again. Sorry." This time, she decided to use her hand, pulling it back and slapping at his framed nutsack, spanking his stretched testicles.

"Aaah!" he said. "Please!"

"I can see this is going to take some time for you to learn," she said. "You just spoke again." This time, she grabbed his balls, thumb on the left one and fingers on the right, and squeezed them as hard as she could. She could feel Bobby's nuts squishing together as he moaned, and there was a part of her, something she didn't think she had in her, that wanted to keep right on squeezing.

He moaned, shifting his legs, rattling the handcuffs, waggling his ass a little. But he didn't speak.

"Good," she said. "I have your attention. As I was saying, cheating happens. Usually, it's a one-time thing. You may find that you get a little bored of our sex life at some point, or that there's some new woman in the neighborhood you can't stop fantasizing about. I want you to know that I am not ever, ever going to leave you, no matter what happens. But if you cheat, we have to have an agreement right now that there will be consequences."

She could see him open his mouth, turning to look at her, then seemed to think better of it.

"I am going to kick you in the balls now," she said. "Your instinct will be to tell me that it's unfair, but remember, if you walk, that means I have to kick them again."

Pathetically, he tried to turn around, slowly shuffling on his hands and knees. She took a perverse pleasure in his struggling. It was like she was a different person. He was too slow, of course, and she aimed her toe-point for his left ball this time, focusing all of the kick there.

This time, he yelled so loudly, she was afraid it might even go over the music. His moans were beginning to morph into whimpers.

"Here is the agreement we are going to have," she said. "If I ever catch you cheating, and believe me, I will catch you, we'll work out our marriage. But if you do," she followed him as he tried to shuffle away, again snapping her leg back, this time throwing all of it into his right nut. Again, he almost screamed. "If you do," she said, "I'm going to take one of your balls."

"Please," he said. "Please..."

She grabbed his balls, which felt bigger. They looked red, swollen. She felt herself getting wet as she squeezed, as hard as she possibly good. He moaned, whimpered, cried. "No talking," she said.

"Now, if you somehow manage to cheat a second time," she said. "We'll also get past that. But it will definitely be the last time you cheat. Because if you do, I'm taking the other ball. You'll be castrated. You can speak now, only this once. Do you understand me, and do you agree?"

"Please," he said. "Yes, I agree. If I cheat, you can have my balls. Just stop."

"Not quite yet," she said. "You've been very good, but I want you to think very hard about this later on. I'm not going to take your balls gently if you have another woman. I'm going to crush them. I want you to have some idea of what that might feel like." She spanked his nuts a final time. The way he squirmed gave her such a wave of pleasure, she thought an orgasm might be eminent. But she wasn't finished, not quite yet.

She grabbed the bedpost, using it to steady yourself. "This is going to be the hardest part," she said. "Don't move. If you move, we're going to have to start over. Don't move until I say so, and then, this will all be over." Before he could reply and earn himself another kick in the balls, she pressed the flat of her foot on his right nut, trapped by the humbler, and pressed hard, crushing it into the wood. He started crying then, really crying in earnest, but, miracle, he didn't move.

"This is what it would feel like," she said, grinding her shoe against his balls. "I'm not even using all of my weight. It's half the pain. This is just a little of what you'd experience if I had to crush one of your balls."

She continued, feeling, through her shoe, his ball flatten. For a second, she didn't want to stop. She wanted to just do it now, to leave him half a man. But no, this was her husband. Slowly, she took the pressure off.

"We're done now," she said, unscrewing the humbler. "I hope you understand why I had to do that."

And now, as she watched him moan over his swollen nuts in her sleep, she couldn't stop thinking about it. They'd stopped and had a long conversation while she'd iced his poor testicles. He hadn't been up for sex, but he had forgiven her. As he slept, she had touched herself, thinking of his moans and his flattening ball, until she finished, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't stop thinking about it.

Maybe there had been a way to avoid this, but she was addicted now. She was going to give in, and since she was going to, she might as well start. Licking her lips, she wrapped her fingers around Bobby's balls, gently massaging them. He stirred, groggy. He looked at her. "Julie?"

"Good morning, husband," she said. "I know we had an unusual wedding night."

He gulped. Nervous. "Was I thrashing in my sleep?"

"A little," she said. "I think you were having a nightmare. And I'm sorry, but it probably isn't over."

"Huh?" he said, squirming a bit. His hands moved toward his testicles, too late. Far too late.

"See, I think I've discovered I have a bit of a fetish," she said. "And I'm not sure you're going to like it."

She squeezed for all she was worth, feeling his tender, still-swollen nuts press against each other, feeling the pressure on them, her pressure, her control. She relished the power of having his manhood in her grip. And as he started to moan, "My balls, please! My nuts! They hurt so much!" she laughed harder than she had ever laughed, and clamped her fingers down harder.

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