Castration Phone Sex: It’s a Wonderful Knife This Time of Year

castration phone sexCastration phone sex losers? On Black Friday, I took a record of 8 balls in one day. If I am confessing my dirty antics, I took a few cocks and a few lives too. Who knew I could meet so many losers in a single day. Now, I am not one for shopping, but I did venture out on Black Friday. But not to shop. I went hunting for worthless sacks of shit. And guess what? They were out in droves. Killed a few Karens too, but that story I will save for another day.

I want to tell you about Tim. This idiot appeared so stupid that it was a wonder he could remember how to breathe. He cut me off when I turned into the mall parking lot. But it gets better. He followed me to a parking space and cut me off again. Then he proceeded to yell at me and call me names. No way could I let him get away with that. I make snuff porn. And I eat men like him for breakfast.

I Will Take Your Balls for Looking at Me Wrong

I gave him a hot shot. The sun was not even up yet, and no one was paying attention to me anyway. The folks in the lot only had sales on their mind. But I had murder on my mind. I knew this loser’s name was Tim because I took his wallet. He woke up on my castration chair. That’s my old death row chair that I repurposed. I am all about recycling.

When Tim woke up, he found himself naked and strapped to the chair with a ball gag in his mouth. I separated his cock and balls. A castration band had turned his balls a pretty blue already. The fear in his eyes made me wet. I informed him of his crimes. But I am the judge and jury. I did not care what he had to say for himself. So, I chopped his balls off. I did not cauterize the wound because I had no plans for him to live.

He kept passing out, so I slapped him back awake. I wanted him to feel the pain. Oh, he felt it. I took his cock too. After an hour of genital torture sex, I killed him and fed him to the wildlife. Although I wanted to make his suffering last longer, I had other cocks and balls to castrate, and Karens to kill. With me, it’s a wonderful knife this time of year.

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