Castration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay. I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife. I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?
My gal pal Kerri and went to a local BDSM club. We were looking for sadists who really wanted to beat the bloody mess out of us. Just like me blood turns right the fuck on. The smell, the look, and the pain that comes with extracting it out of my body We found one who said he wanted to have us both and he promised our flesh would be torn up from head to toe. And that we would be to weak from the loss of blood to walk out. We would have to be carried out. We called his bluff and followed him back to part of the club that had all sorts of whips, chains, Knives, and other torture devices I did not even recognize. I could feel my cunt creaming in my pants and I could see the look on Kerri’s face. I knew she was just as sloppy wet as I was.
