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Doctor Torrie Fixes Your Problem

                   I wonder just why the fuck you asked me to babysit when you don’t have any kids?  Oddly enough, your pretty wife also asked me to babysit. Well? Just who the hell am I watching then? 

                   Just before I arrive at your house, I get a pretty big deposit in my account. The note says “you know what to do”.  It’s from his pretty wife. Oh yes, I sure do know what to do for all that money. Actually, he’s such a pain in my cute little ass that I would do it for free. 

  He tells me plans have changed and they don’t need a sitter tonight.  Gross, he then tries to touch me. I pretend I want it and guide him to the bathroom. I make him think we’re going to take a naughty shower together. I tell him to strip and I’ll do the same. He’s mumbling something about his wife never giving it to him. He even tells me how he’s tried to fuck all her friends. He has no idea what is coming next.

I push him playfully into the shower. I join him. He wants to know what’s hiding behind my back.  He wants to know if it’s a sex toy? I guess you could call it a no sex toy! LOL!  Just when he isn’t paying any attention, just when he is too busy trying to fuck me, I quickly do it.  He screams in pain and I tell him not to worry, I’ll stitch things back together, minus his balls.  

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Your Balls Vs My Stilettos

  I’ve been thinking about those big, hairy balls of yours. Some might call them “trophy balls” but I call them cushions for my stilettos.

I had to laugh when you came over for our “date” and you saw several pairs of boots out. Little did you know, what I had planned for you. You thought we were going to just fuck. My plans were to stomp, trample, and destroy your balls with 4 different pairs of  boots. 

         Let’s be honest, you’ll take me anyway you can but the only way I’ll take you is if I’m kneeing, punching and trampling your balls.  

Your Pain, my pleasure.

                       

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
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Never Gonna Get It

 

Go ahead and drool loser boy because you can’t touch. Little bitch boy with an itty bitty cock what use could I possibly have for you? If you want sympathy for that thing don’t call me because you’re only going to get abused. What can you do with a pencil dick anyway?  You can’t fuck with it and probably can’t even stroke it. You fucking disgust me.

I’m in the mood for hardcore which means you’re going get some extreme CBT, I hope you’re ready. I have tons of ways to abuse your pathetic nub and those little things that are supposed to be balls. 

Maybe complete castration should be on our agenda? Who knows, but once you’ll find out, it might be too late.

 

 Written By: Zoe
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Ball Busting

I get off on busting your balls. I love stepping on them, while under the heel of my bare feet. Then I can slip into my sexy spiked boots and walk all over your balls. The popping sound your balls make as I bust one nut at a time is so hot.

If you are lucky, I might let you look right up between my thighs so you can see the wet spot on my panties.

If your a really good boy, I will reward you with my sweet pussy in your face. Of course, if I’m feeling even more generous, you can have your castration day and I will cut your balls right off.

 

Written By: Alexis
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Spring Is In The Air

       

Can’t you just smell it?  People are finally out and about again. Coats and boots are gone, making the way for shorts, bikini’s, and sexy dresses, sexy feet with painted toenails, and sandals. Oh yes, bring it on!

                     How you love this time of the year, but guess what you pervert? Your wife hates it. Remember how every year her mom seems to get sick and she leaves for months? That’s all on you. I do have a plan, a plan that will make life easier for all involved. See you at 1 pm, do not be late. 

You’re clearly way too excited when you arrive. You see I’m dressed for a bit of a road trip. I blindfold you and help you to my car.

We drive for a bit and you’re quite busting at the seams to know what I have planned. 

        I help you in the building. You try to pull off the blindfold, but I don’t allow it. You smell perfume, you feel a soft hand help you down onto a table of some sort. You’re thinking that you’re in for one hot time! You can’t believe your luck. Did your wife set this up? 

I gently kiss you and whisper in your ear. “Sleep darling, it will all be over soon.”  When you awake, you’ll be a new sort of man. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Lonely Loser

You’ll be all alone on Valentine’s Day, yet again. Of course you will, you fucking worthless loser. Just stand in front of the mirror where the answer is staring you right in the face. That thing between your legs is rather annoying. That’s the trouble with men with big dicks, they just don’t know how to use them. 

I have the perfect attitude adjustment for you. The lovely ladies won’t be able to get enough of you once we’re done. Let’s first take care of the problem you seem to have with your hands. Let me just bind them together. Perfect!

Having issues keeping your legs up high? Like you tell the ladies, exercise is good for you. Feel the burn. Speaking of the burn, let me just make a little cut right where all the trouble is. Come on now, it didn’t hurt THAT much. 

Ready to go home to your loving wife? There’s a huge surprise waiting for you. Hurry home!

                 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Happy Birthday, Darling

   

We both know why you’re here this evening. Your wife told you I would take good care of you. It’s your birthday today and you do trust me, don’t you? She promised you on this very special birthday, she would let you fuck another woman. I feel so very lucky, that it’s me you picked.        

Why not get cozy first and talk for a bit.  Let me pour you a drink and help you off with those clothes. Much better, yes?  Better slow down stud, I mean look at you already rock hard. 

I have planned something so very special for our night together. That’s it, close your eyes and let the drug take effect. Something a little kinky? Let’s get those legs in the stirrups and your arms above your head. Perfect.

                Good Morning!  It’s okay, you’re just a little sore from the castration.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Merry, Go Fuck Yourself

               

    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Give Till It Hurts

             I have something very special for you under my tree. Come closer love. I know you so well, don’t I?  You’re getting a bit hard looking at my red stiletto heels. Are you wondering if I took off the heel caps and sharpened them a bit? Only the best for you, darling.

                    Let’s get you out of those tight, restricting pants.  Such beautiful trophy balls, it’s almost a shame to destroy them. I did say, almost. 

                     It looks like that hard-on is going to get in my way. Let me slap it down quickly. Naughty thing! I think your balls need a very hard yank and twist. Now we’re getting into the spirit of it all. 

                         Are you ready for your present? Maybe not, but I’m ready to give it to you. Just look at my beautiful, new, shiny Burdizzo clamp. I promised you something special, now didn’t I? 

My mouth is just watering thinking about the mischief I could do to those trophy balls.  That isn’t all that is watering. Maybe, just maybe when we’re done, I’ll allow you to service my pussy.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Peeper Gets Put In His Place

        It looks like someone is eager for our appointment. You are very early. Oh, yes I see you staring into my window. I suppose you are feeling a tad jealous. Don’t worry there will be plenty for you when we are finished.

                  You will need to watch carefully, before I let you in. Look at how beautiful his cock is? Yours could never compare. Look how he goes slow at first, enjoying our foreplay. Then, watch how he fucks me. You could never make me feel like he does. 

Now, you may join us. It looks like someone is intrigued by my companion. Don’t worry, you will be getting a big taste of what he has. Let me help you on the examine table. No lab coat today. Get one last look of me in all my sexy glory. The anesthetic appears to have kicked in. 

You wake from it with a strange taste in your mouth. You remember that taste from when your annoying wife made you taste your own cum. You are aching a bit down below.  Even your bottom seems a bit sore. I smile and send you on your way completely confused.

 

Written By: Brianna
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