I asked my followers for their story prompts and I would pick one to write about. I present "The Ultimatum"

This story contains extreme CBT castration, ballbusting, domination, BDSM and degradation.


TLDR: I try ballbusting with boyfriend Nathan but get bored. I show him an extreme video and makes him agree to let me bust his balls like that to have sex. During a one hour-long session, I rupture Nathan's testicle and revel in my power. I crush his other testicle at the doctors office. I plan to find a new man to play with.


I never thought I would be into something like ballbusting, but when my boyfriend Nathan introduced it to me, I found myself getting more and more interested. At first, I was hesitant, unsure about causing him pain in such a sensitive area. But as Nathan assured me that he enjoyed it and even found it pleasurable, I decided to give it a try.


To my surprise, I found that I enjoyed it too. There was something about the power dynamic, the feeling of control over Nathan's body, that was exhilarating. We both felt a rush of adrenaline during our sessions, and it brought us even closer together.


But as time went on, I found myself getting bored with our usual routine. I wanted to try something more extreme, something that would push both of us to our limits. So I showed Nathan an intense ballbusting video where the man's balls were absolutely obliterated and it filled me with excitement. I couldn't help but squeeze his nuts while we watched it. After it was over I gave him an ultimatum: we would only have sex if he let me bust his balls like that from now on.


I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as Nathan and I prepared for our next ballbusting session. We had been exploring this kink for a while now, and with each session, I felt myself becoming more and more addicted. This time, I wanted to take things to the extreme, just like the videos I had shown Nathan.


I set the timer for an hour and restrained Nathan, making sure he couldn't move or escape. The thought of having him completely at my mercy made my heart race. With a wicked grin, I slipped on my pointed steel-toe boots and began to deliver powerful kicks to his groin.


As I lifted my steel-toe boots and delivered powerful kicks to his groin, the impact was intense. With each kick, his balls would squish and flatten under the pressure, causing him to let out a cry of agony. The force of my kicks was so strong that his balls would swing back and forth like a pendulum.


The sound of my boot connecting with his testicles was almost too much to bear - a loud, sharp crack that sent shivers down my spine. As I kicked and stomped on his balls, the skin on his ballsack would stretch and contort, showing the deep impact of my blows. The pointed toe of my boot dug into his ballsack, leaving imprints and bruises that would last for days.


Despite his cries of pain, I continued to kick and stomp, relishing in the power and control that I had over him. The sight of him writhing in agony only fueled my desire to continue. I was determined to push him to his limits and show him who was in charge.


As the minutes ticked by and I continued to deliver devastating blows to his balls, the pain became almost unbearable for him. The pain was clearly unbearable but I couldn't stop - I was addicted to the rush that came with causing him such intense pain. With each kick, I felt a sense of satisfaction and power wash over me.


I even started to squeeze and twist his balls, determined to push him to the brink of collapse. My boyfriend tried to use the safeword, but I was too caught up in the moment to listen. I wanted to make sure that I got squeezed every ounce of pain from him in the full hour, no matter what.


Until…there was a satisfying squelching sound and I felt a sudden burst of warmth and wetness on my hand. I pulled away, feeling a surge of excitement as I saw that I had ruptured my Nathan's left testicle. A pink transparent fluid was pouring out of his swollen cock, and I knew that we needed to seek medical attention immediately.


As I pulled away, I saw the blood pouring out of his purple swollen cock, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at what I had done. Feeling a surge of excitement as I saw that I had ruptured my Nathan's left testicle. With a wicked smile on my face. This was the ultimate act of control, and I relished in the idea of him being completely at my mercy.


With 30 minutes left on the timer, I continued to pummel his mangled testicles. Each kick and squeeze brought me closer to ecstasy. I had never felt so powerful before, and I couldn't stop myself. Nathan's cries of pain only fueled my desire, and I kept going until the timer finally went off.


After untying him, I casually drove him to my personal doctor's office. She giggled as she examined him, squeezing and probing his now swollen sack.


As the doctor messaged his testicles on the cold steel table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. "My goodness, you really turned his nuts to mush," she said, laughing. "Guess we'll have to chop them off."


Nathan gasped and the women laughed, the doctor quickly reassured him, "No, I'm just joking. We only need to remove the left one."


But I had other plans. With a sudden burst of movement, I slammed my fist down on his right testicle, crushing it against the metal table. Nathan let out a piercing scream and passed out from the pain.


The doctor was surprised but couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I guess it will be both then," she said, looking down at Nathan's burst open sack. His mangled testicles spilling across the table exposed to the open air. As the doctor prepared herself for the surgery, she joked with me, "We really need to go on a double date sometime."


I laughed in response, "Maybe after I find a new man to play with. I've used this one up."