Castrating a Loser
Have you ever been around a man that is such a fucking pathetic loser that castrating him is the only logical thing you can do? He is the kind of creep that makes your skin crawl. His desperation to touch you is disgusting. Every time he looks your way its like he is undressing you with his eyes. We both know he isn’t going to do anything with his tiny little penis. He is a creepy ass joke! Well I want to tell you the story of a dirty little pervert and myself. I hope you enjoy it.
Like I have said before, I was stripper in my younger days. I can’t count how many men have not only repulsed me, but made me feel the need of castrating them. This guy was no different. He would come in all time and ask for private dances. His cock was so tiny I couldn’t even hold back my laughter. Luckily for both of us, he was into the humiliation and I was into owning him, I would step on his itty bitty balls, twisting my stiletto, all while telling how pathetic and sad his little dick was. He loved every second of it, maybe even a little too much.
One night in particular, this fucking pervert decided to get balls.
He reached his hands out and tried to touch me. Now he knew much better than to do this, but he said his mind was just such a blur he couldn’t stop himself. I knew I needed to do something that would make him NEVER forget his place. Castrating his sorry ass was going to bring me so much joy!
The next time he came in I was prepared. I had a tight band to tie off his useless balls and I couldn’t wait to use it. He paid for his private dance as usual and I took him into the back. I wasted no time. I got down on my knees, teasing him about his baby dick as usual. He was in heaven, fucking pervert. I tied his balls tight and the look of shock on his face was priceless. I looked him in his eyes and told him to follow my directions and he would be mine forever.
It took about six hours for the blood flow to stop and his little balls to die off. After that I told him to go ahead and cut them off. It was painless and blood free. Who could ask for anything more? Sure he would have so healing time, but in that time he would have plenty of time to think of me and how I now own his balls! I even keep them in a jar to remind myself of my little pet. What a good boy he is now!
