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Maynard was the only male cat that I've ever had that was a good hunter. Over the years he came home with everything from dead mice, bats, birds, snakes, and even a weasel. He always killed his prey right off and then would spend hours throwing the dead victim around the house.
One night, I had my ex bent over the foot-board of our bed and was hammering her pretty good. I had no Ideal Maynard was sneaking up behind me - but my balls slapping against my ex's ass must have been to much for him. When he jumped, he grabbed both balls in his claws and hung on for dear life. I screamed, and my ex moaned as I hit bottom as blood started dripping down both sides of my sack. My ex just sat there and laughed.
Needless to say - Maynard was not welcome in the bedroom after that.
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