****** Balls - Who Needs Them by Worst Nightmare ******
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Balls - Who Needs Them


Some might consider this an extreme subject. They would be right. So don't read
more unless you share a very extreme perversion. Or like dicing with danger.

I had a difficult childhood. I was fucked every possible way from about the age
of eight. By men of course. I hated it. They liked to imagine I secretly liked
it. But I did not. I had to pretend though. Or they got so upset, and hit me as
well. It made them feel bad to think they weren't doing something I liked. What
a shame to do that. Nice people, I don't think.

Now I know that not all men are like that. You don't have to tell me. But I
hate all of the bastards with a vengeance. Some are practising scum. Others
just have the unrealised potential. They probably can't help it. It's probably
all in their hormones, the poor misunderstood things. So, I think, perhaps
their hormones should be discouraged. Maybe the world would then be a better
place.

Discouraged - how? Well, twenty years or so later I've found a way. On a very
small scale I admit, but great things have small beginnings. (Sounds like a
typical male excuse for a pathetic cock).

You might have guessed that I'm a hard butch lesbian. I can fight. I take no
shit from anyone - especially men. But I don't look butch. I'm blonde and
girly-looking, although a bit tall and muscley I guess. So men don't realise at
first, if I avoid revealing my leanings too soon. This pissed me off when I was
younger, but now I realise it delivers my greatest opportunity.

I can get men at a disadvantage. They will do almost anything if they think
they're fooling a girl into letting them fuck her. Sly bastards. And so NICE.
Until.

Most seem to like nothing better than what they call female domination. They
don't mean real domination of course. They mean minor titillation. But it
usually involves making them helpless. This was my chance. They thought a token
degree of restraint would be all that I did. Stupid. I really tied them down,
so they had no hope of moving unless I released them. I had to get them to my
lakeside cabin first though, where there was no-one at all to hear, see, or
anything for miles and miles and miles. This wasn't difficult. They thought I
was getting all hot and wet about them. Well, I was, but not the way they
thought. There've been several now. All found in anonymous singles bars in big
cities. Untraceable. Let me tell you about the first, as they have all been
similar. But the first is always the best.

I'll not describe all the opening details. I'll cut to the chase. You know it
really already, don't you. He had allowed me to strap his hands above his head
over a high wooden beam, with bindings that were made to keep him there. I had
already got him to remove all of his clothes. To make him feel more
comfortable, I had made him wear my used thong, which he obviously liked, and
thought I was a standard feminising domme. He was a picture hanging suspended
there, with his feet just touching the bare wooden floor. (Carpet would have
got so messy). I also placed another used thong in his eager mouth, and gagged
him. His cock was really quite big, and stiff as a board. He also had big
balls, full of cum that he thought he'd give me when he had the chance. He
meant in a different way.

When I was sure he couldn't resist effectively, I brought out some thin hard
string and took his balls out of my thong (well they were too big to fit inside
it anyway). I would the string round the base of his scrotum, just below his
large and twitching and very stiff cock. I made sure both balls were hanging
well below the string, before I tightened it severely. He grunted a bit. I
wound it round and round until his balls were separated from his cock by at
least a couple of inches. They almost looked attractive, separately defined in
this way, and with a shape that they usually lack. They really were big too. I
licked them a while, to lull him into a false sense of security. Then I brought
out some weights. With rings which I could attach to the remaining string, that
was hanging down from his balls. I started with the smallest weight, tying it
to the string and letting go suddenly. When it fell fully, he gave a muffled
scream. Then the weight swung there, at the end of the string. I pulled hard at
it. He screamed again. Oh so nice. I really get off to hear a real heartfelt
scream. His cock though was, if anything, even larger and stiffer, so he must
have been enjoying something. I gave it a passing lick too, tasting his precum.

This was just the start. I had as long as I wanted. No-one could hear him
however loudly he screamed. And I loved hearing the screams. I even took off
his gag and removed my now soaking wet thong from his mouth so the sound would
be unmuffled. Foolish man started threatening me. Hah. I just pulled very very
hard at the weight (to hear the delicious noise of his pain again), and bent
down to attach a heavier weight that I also dropped after fixing it. What a
noise. Hardly human. Well men might not be. Then some gratifying but pointless
begging. And still a very stiff cock. I knew he loved it really - isn't that
what the men in my childhood always thought?

There is more. I had been pretty inventive, I thought. I had obtained the
equipment to run a painful level of electric current through whatever part of
his anatomy I attached it to. Guess which part. His balls of course. I secured
the electrodes to them, at the same time attaching a much heavier weight to the
string, and as I dropped the weight I turned up the electrical current. Talk
about scream. Definitely not human. I had a real animal here.

I left the current on for a minute or two, while the weight was swinging
wildly. Was I wet? Dripping with pleasure. His balls seemed to have become even
larger, and an interesting color of deep purple. With a singed smell.

Pleading, begging, crying, shrieking, oh it all came out. I think he knew by
now he wasn't going to keep them. But I wanted their removal to be his call, to
add to the regret afterwards. I fixed some thin sharp wire round the base of
his scrotum now, tight enough to start cutting into it but not by much, and
left the two ends fixed to small handles that hung over adjacent low bars so
that by pulling them together his balls would be neatly cut off. He realised,
and wriggled and shouted in terror. But not so fast. I reassured him that I
would do any such thing unless he asked me to do it. He didn't cotton on that I
intended to torture him so much that he would ask for them to be cut off as a
release from worse pain.

A cigarette lighter came in useful. Just the right size to burn his balls
nicely. Oh this was good. A new intensity of screaming. And the change in color
was fascinating. Then the heaviest weight of all, that I feared might pull his
balls off before I could cut them off - but it didn't. They just stretched
farther away from his amazingly still very stiff cock. Several inches by now,
maybe six or more. He was at, no beyond, the end of his tether. Babbling in
incoherent pain and terror. I left him for maybe a half hour, with the electric
current on high too. I tried to make him see that if he didn't have these
appendages I couldn't carry on using them to hurt him like this. I told him
they would come off quickly and cleanly, and I'd patch him up afterwards. But
if he didn't decide when I returned in a half hour, I'd not come back again for
two hours.

It worked after the half hour. He was in such a state when I returned (having
heard the noise he was making all the time) that he almost begged me to cut off
his balls. His cock was still incredibly large and stiff. I sucked and nibbled
at it a while. It tasted so good, but it always does when I'm about to be very
bad. Then I jerked the handles attached to the wire around his balls, very
hard. Oooooh.

They came off very neatly, pulled down by the weight still attached, and
falling to the floor with a lot of blood. He couldn't really scream any louder,
but he screamed at the same level as for some time past. Then it reduced to a
lower, sorrowful, desolate pitch. He was a eunuch.

He'd lost them for good, the bastard. Let him try to spurt cum into a woman
again.

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