Medical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.
Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.
This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.
I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk
However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.
I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.