Castration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.
Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.
So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.
Incel Men Need Neutered
I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.
I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.
Your Body MY Choice
I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.
The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.
So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.
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