Castration phone sex requires balls. I don’t mean the pathetic little nut sack dangling beneath your equally pathetic dick. I mean it takes courage, something that so many losers with worthless equipment actually possess. I get a shit ton of callers begging me to rid them of their useless and very disappointing testicles. My motto has always been, “testicles are for winners.” If you are calling me for a taboo phone sex call where I take your worthless junk, please be willing to hurt yourself at the very least. I mean the first step is recognizing that your worthless. The second step is seeking help, which my callers do when they call me for junk removal services. However, only so much of a hurt I can put on you, if you are not willing to do some self damage. So, here are the tools you need. Booze. You will need something strong like bourbon or whiskey to dull the pain. Alcohol was anesthesia for centuries. Duct tape. You can strap your pathetic wiener to your belly exposing your balls for better torture or castration. You can use rope too. You need to separate your balls from your dick. Get a hammer, or some sort of blunt object. One hard smack and you can bust a nut. Literally flatten it. A sharp object is required for those who are serious about castration and it is just not fantasy for them. A kitchen knife, a razor blade, and exacto knife…. you get the picture. Something sharp enough to cut the flesh from your body. The final thing you need is a smoldering pen. Something to cauterize the wound because there will be blood. You can even use a heated frying pan. Just something really hot to seal the wound. It would really be nice for me if you were serious about castration, as serious as I am. I can tell the difference between real pain and acting. So man up. Get some proverbially balls to lose your real balls. Castration is not for the weak, but if you are serious about home castration, I am your junk removal accomplice.
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Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your Junk Removal Accomplice
Snuff Phone Sex Vampira
These fucking urges I get sometimes will lead to some of the kinkiest sex… for me anyway! I never really know how the victim feels as his body grows cold beneath me. His hard pecker inside my soaking wet pussy as I bite his nipples with my incisor implants ad lap the blood up. I love when they go into rigor mortis with their fuckstick inside me still. Riding a hard stiff rod on a stiff is just one of those things for me. Then again I love dick, no little dick men, nah, I castrate phone sex that shit!
So, earlier I got the damned urge for a bite and that taste of sin while at the bar. I looked around for a feasible victim, when I spotted you watching me. I turn on the flirtation and your at my side buying me a drink. Your going to be my bitch from here on out and die loving it.
The Sissy Gets A Kentucky Klondike Bar
You had been having problems with a sissy in your building for a while. You hated the way the little fairy faggot flitted around all the time demanding attention. Daddy told you I would help you with your problem. We entered the sissy’s house quietly and found her sleeping in her diaper and onesie, sucking on her thumb. You snatched her up out of her fluffy pink bed and told her we were going to teach her a lesson about being a prissy sissy. You ordered her to strip. When she did not comply quickly enough, you advised me to get the knife. I placed it at the fairy’s throat and began pressing in. She was so scared she pooped in her diaper, but began disrobing before I actually drew blood.
You told her that you smelled the shit on her often when she passed by you and since she liked wallowing in her own shit so much, you were going to give her a Kentucky Klondike Bar. Thinking she was getting ice cream, she got excited. It was then that you pulled the frozen dildo shaped turd from your cooler. It was covered in dry ice so it was still frozen solid. You handed it to her and demanded she put it in her dirty asshole and begin fucking herself with it. Once again she balked. Once again, I pressed in with the knife. This time I drew a trickle of blood before she began complying. Eventually, she started working that frozen dildo into her fairy ass. She cried at first, but eventually began liking it. Her faggot asshole must have been hot because it wasn’t long before it began softening and smushing. The smell was powerful. This was meant as punishment for the fairy, but she actually began enjoying it, because before that dildo could smush completely, she shot a small sissy load from her tiny clitty cock right on the carpet. You laughed at her inability to even make a decent size load of cum, but did you expect more from a fairy faggot sissy? To assure she would keep quiet, you snapped pics of her enjoying the Klondike and cumming hard. She knew if she told anyone, her shit loving secret would be revealed. I guess we showed that sissy who was the boss. Sherwon’t be flitting around you in her frou frou dresses anymore!
Knife Play Phone Sex with Paulina
My husband has been on a kick with bringing men home to watch me fuck them or rather them fuck me. This is way out of character for him and what I am used to over the years. He has always been the controlling jealous type. I remember one time in our early years of dating we were out at a bar and a gentleman told him that he had a beautiful girlfriend and he ended up getting into a fight and getting us kicked out. So having him bring home these men has me baffled. At first I thought it was a trick so that he had an excuse in his mind to beat the shit out of me. Today he brought home a younger guy probably in his 30’s. Never seen this guy before in my life and I have no idea where he surfaced from. But my husband made him strip his pants down while holding a knife to the back of my neck and made me suck him off. I could feel the cold hard blade pressing against the back of my neck and the tip of it would lightly stab the bottom of my head as I slid my mouth up and down on this mans dick. He was barely getting hard at first so I knew he was nervous just as much as I was with the whole knife show. But the more I was forced down on that cock with my husbands knife the harder his rod grew in my mouth. He told me that if I did not make this fella cum that I was going to need some stitches and he would be the one playing doctor. I looked up at him and practically begged him with my eyes to please cum. He closed his eyes and started to breathe heavily and finally I tasted the salty hot load release in my mouth. Just for confirmation I had to hold his nut in my mouth and open wide for my husband to see before I could swallow. Poor guy, I am just thankful he was able to blow his rod while being under so much pressure.
Torture Sex for a Cheating Whore
Torture sex is all a worthless whore deserves. That is what every man tells me. Last night, I heard it from a woman too. A rather cruel dominant women who found out I fucked her husband. She set a trap for me, then when I arrived made it clear she was in charge because a cheating whore too dumb to know a set up doesn’t deserve any mercy. She tossed me on the couch. She was stronger than she looked. I hear rage can do that to a person. My hands were bound behind my back; my feet restrained. I was her captive. “You took something from me bitch; now I plan on taking something from you,” she seethed. I was scared. Women can be far crueler than men, especially women scorned. She started stroking my hair. I felt sick to my stomach. When I tried to beg and plead for forgiveness because I didn’t know he was married, she smacked me then put a spider gag in my mouth. I saw the scissors. I knew she was going to take my precious long blonde locks. A woman’s beauty is so tied to her hair. She did more than that. She cut my hair, shaved my head then carved whore on my chest with the scissors. Deep too. I started bleeding. I was helpless. My whore behavior put me in this position, along with my stupidity. I should have known he was married. Most men who want to fuck me are attached in some way or another. I was crying from the pain, but she was just getting warmed up. She lit a cigarette and put it out on my nipples. She poured alcohol into my wounds. But the worse thing she did was stab my cunt with her scissors. My pussy gushed blood. I screamed in pain. “I took your beauty and your whore instrument. Maybe you will think again bitch before you steal another woman’s man,” she said as she spit in my face. She warned me about calling the cops when she let me go. I knew better. A sick twisted scorned bitch like her would kill me next time.
Sex With Dead Bodies
One thing at a time. It’s been a month now and I am so close to the grand finale that I can’t stand it. It started with a drive on a cold winter day. Th snow was coming down hard and driving conditions were getting rough. Her silhouette was barely visible as she walked along the side oft he road fighting the wind. She got in my car willingly and I have had her ever since. She became a project for me. And evil, twisted project. I started by using my wire cutters to snip off fingers and toes and cauterizing the flesh to stop the bleeding. Each time I removed a piece of her, I wanted more. After last night she is simply a torso with a head. All of her limbs are gone. Looking at her wiggling and squirming has my cunt so fucking wet with the need for the final step. This will be the last appendage to remove. Being left with her lifeless be-headed body is what I have been waiting for. As I fasten my strap on around my waist I am anticipating the build up as I cut her head off. I can’t wait to cauterize her neck and then slide my dick into her lifeless body. Is there anything better then sex with dead bodies?
Cheaters get castration phone sex torture
Let’s play a game. I’ll give you 5 minutes to hide and then I’m coming from you. You cheated on me and you know how I feel about that. Your little slut is already dead, hacked into pieces and fed to the dogs that roam the streets. I tortured her for 3 days, cutting her from pussy to ass, making her beg for her life. I stomped her face in before suffocating her with my bare hands. It was sweet revenge. She was fun but you are the one I want to see in pain. I think CBT and then castration so you can never populate the world with your spawn.
I like to hear you whimper as I place your cock in the vise. You don’t need it, you spineless worm. You think you can fuck any women out there while you were mine. I’m a jealous bitch. I warned you when we met that I’d kill you if you ever cheated on me. Placing my stiletto boot on your nutsac, I love the way you whine and try to get away. Sorry, lover boy. Youa’re gonna lose those balls before you join your girlfriend in the pits of hell. Or maybe you can spend your life as a eunich, servicing men as an ass-pussy faggot.
I tighten the vice and you scream. I’m leaving it this way until your balls turn purple from no blood flow. I want them to swell like they did when you fucked her. I hope it was worth your life, you piece of shit. I don’t get heartbroke. I get revenge.
Your nuts are good and purple now as I pull my blade. I won’t even flinch as I hack off your manhood and let you bleed out on the floor. You scream as I cut deeply. You call out to God. Haha, there is no God for sinners like you. My pussy is soaking and I will cum as you twitch for the last time.
Ass Rape Porn
I grow up In where my mom was in a abusive relationship. So i thought that it was good for men to beat on women. so in all my relationships i was abused. Not only during sex either. I felt the pleasure when men beat on me. I loved the pain, It really turned me on to know i was getting beat. To know that he is also turned on by beating me, Makes me even more love it. It really use to affect me. But now it don’t affect me at all. I love when a man ties me down. Puts a knife to my neck. Fucks me so hard in my ass that i bleed. I love to be your submissive little ass whore. I want you to tie me down on the bed, And put a knife to my neck, And make me take your cock hard and deep in my ass. Fuck my ass hard baby. Make me feel the pain. I love pain. I will endure every thing you have in store for my ass. I want you to fucking torture my ass with so much pain. I love being your little ass slave. Make me scream. Come give me all the pain i need and want. Make me your next victim.
Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Taboo Phone Sex Call
Castration phone sex is my favorite. Why? Because testicles are for winners. Let’s be honest here. If you read past the first sentence, you are not a winner. You are a loser with a tiny dick or a broke down dick or just a fucking moron who has no reason procreating. A real man would see the word castration and say to himself, “What the fuck,” and not read any further. Not you right? You are still reading this because you know you do not deserve your balls. You need a woman like me in your life who will not hesitate to remove your junk. I have a special place in my cold dark heart for losers who can admit their short comings and ask for help. It won’t make me not remove said loser’s balls, but I will do so more compassionately. You piss me off or fight me, your testicles get fed to the animals and you don’t get the benefit of a soldering iron. You can just bleed out.
My reputation for junk removal is well known in certain parts. Often times I get men sending me letters with pictures pleading for me to whack off their nuggets. Many offer to pay me for my time and service. Just last week, I gave Bob the chance to lose his balls for a small fee. He had been begging me for months. No money was ever offered up until he got in trouble with the law for exposing his little click stick to some young girls, who by the way laughed at him and snapped pictures they later posted on Instagram and Snapchat before calling the police. When I arrived at his place, I found him with a castration band already around his balls. They were turning blue and he was having difficulty talking. I put a ball gag in his mouth so his neighbors would not hear the screams. I laid a towel down underneath him as not to stain his carpet. And, I handcuffed him to a chair so he could not fight me.
I have lots of ways to take off nuts, but Bob was getting the compassionate service since he paid me $2,000. A grand a nut. I pulled his balls down and sliced at the skin being tugged away from his body by the band with my big blade. Blood splattered; Bob passed out and his nuts fell to the ground. I cauterized the wound, used some smelling salts to revive him, then left him his testicles as a memento . How you interact with me determines if your get the compassionate service or if you bleed out on your living room rug.
Snuff sex
So my mom is at it again having random men spend the night. I do not even know where she meets these men. I go to sleep in my room and I am always woken up with a hard cock pressed against my lips. I do not even get a chance to scream because their cocks quickly penetrate each hole and they do not even hesitate to cut off my air by either choking me or shoving their dicks so far down my throat that it clogs up my wind pipe.
Well on this particular night, the man my mom brought home, snuck into my room like they always do. He has a big knife though with him. He told me he was going to make me scream. He also told me he was going to make me a bloody mess that got her holes stretched to their limit. I was lucky- he proclaimed. I of course asked why and pleaded for him to spare me.
He had no mercy and told me with deep black eyes that after he gets done fucking me, he is going to slowly watch the life drain out of my eyes. I am lucky because this will be my last memory, of some man wanting to fill my holes. I will be used up and in desperate need to be discarded of. I wonder if I can do anything to convince him other wise.


















