Monologues of a Musher

Another collaboration with u/dantelikeBBQ.
If you're not a fan of castration please read no furthet.

Hope you enjoy this one. If interested we have a duel project with milf musher and this sadistic young lady coming up.


"Stop fucking shaking you loser, I've not even started yet." I've only just taken his balls into my hands. I jiggled my tits around to mercilessly arouse him. But he had the smallest cock and balls I'd ever seen in my young life. What a pathetic excuse for a man he is. His cock wouldn't penetrate the smallest pussy in the world. It got slightly erect watching my tits torment him. His cock looked withered, like it had been immersed in water for hours. His balls were small and wrinkled, like he inherited those of an 80 year old man. These balls were screaming out to me, begging me to destroy them. Willing me to put them out of their misery. I sat looking at this pathetic excuse of a man, bound and gagged on my bed. I was going to destroy his fucking balls. I grip his balls firmly in both my hands and begin pressing my thumbs down hard into both his balls. "Take it like a man, fucking pathetic, stop shaking". I was sitting cross legged between his own legs. At 19 I had looks, youth and sexual energy on my side. But for this fat loser his balls were about to become a victim to my sexual sadism.

"You wanna know why I'm doing this? Because nothing turns me on more than popping balls. I've kicked a guy to mush, I've kneed his balls to mush, I've stomped a guy to mush. Now it's time to squeeze a guy to mush. Stop fucking crying, your tears mean nothing to me. It won't deny me the pleasure of sending your balls to their fate! I'm a sadist, a true bitch not to be messed with. I love the power and control I have over any man. Especially perverts like you. Now take it like a man, you fucking loser!"

It hadn't been hard to seduce him. All college guys think with nothing but their cocks. They lusted after any women with tits. Practically undressing us with their eyes before we even speak. I met him at a bar up the road from the college. It was prime hunting ground for a hot bitch like me. I wore a dress that barely covered my pussy. I turned eyes, looking like Leni Klum, but I had two assets she didn't have, huge, huge tits, and dark fuck me eyes. It worked like a charm. This loser tried to spike my drink but I switched glasses when I noticed. He did my job for me. It was easy to get him back to the motel in my car. He crashed down on the bed just as the drugs kicked in and rendered him powerless for what I had planned for him. This was going to be easy, saved myself using my own powers of persuasion getting him all loosened up and ready to be dominated. I tied him up and waited for the drugs to wear off. I wanted him fully aware of what I was doing to him. He needed to feel the pain of my hands turning his balls into mush.

I begin pressing down even harder with my thumbs, feeling their resistance as my nails begin digging hard into the flesh. His balls feel like plump water balloons waiting to burst. He begins thrashing about, moaning into his gag, but no one will hear him. I'll be long gone before he's found by the cleaning ladies in the morning.

"I'm getting horny doing this. I can feel these balls crying for mercy, much like you. But it's no use. You're doomed."

I begin increasing the intensity of the pressure against his balls. I can feel the resistance slowly but surely waning. His strength was dwindling as his thrashing began to subside. He was shaking even more now but that just told me the time was coming closer. My thumbs began to get tired. I didn't realize how much effort it took with my hands. But I was determined to break this loser's balls beyond any point of return.

I have been popping mens balls for two years now. But I had never experienced it before using just my hands. Usually I take my time and build up the pain and suspense. But I had lost a lot of time waiting for the drugs to wear off. I usually had the power of persuasion but he had tried to take advantage of me by drugging me. I love to spend hours swelling up a pair of balls. I loved to slam a pair of stilettos or pointy boots into his balls for maximum effect. I enjoyed pushing my huge tits into their faces as I kneed their balls into submission. I loved standing over a powerless man and raising my foot, whether still in my stiletto heels, boots or even barefoot and watching the pleading in their eyes as they watched it crash down hard into their junk. The sexual thrill I'd get from watching their balls swell up as I battered them over time into submission. It was enough to get me to orgasm every single time. I enjoyed taking my time to empower myself and show how weak and pathetic men are. I was barely 17 when I castrated my first guy. Now at 19 I was about to notch number 27 onto my list of victims. College guys were so easy to restrain and punish. They think with their cocks remember.

"You're a pathetic loser. You're being destroyed by a weak teenager. You're a fucking loser. You should have stuck to trying to fuck older women, they would appreaciate a young stud like you. But one thing I guarantee you, college boy. Only one of us is cumming tonight. And it sure as hell ain't you."

I change tactics and begin pressing his balls hard against the palm of my hands with my fingers. Resting my thumb but it had the desired effect. I begin feeling his balls contorting in my hands. They began developing a weak spot, prime for the mushing process to begin. Holy fucking shit this was turning me on so much. Men were weak, men were useless, men were pathetic.

I then decide to tease this fucker for a moment. "Look at my tits baby. Check out my fingers and watch them closely." I place my fingers into my moist pussy and playfully and seductively move them slowly up my body. When I reach my tits I begin jiggling them about. His cock was taking the bait and slowly getting harder. It was still fucking small and pathetic. "That's it boy, enjoy my hot body one last time. I know you wanted to suck these tits like you were drinking milk from your mommy, but a hot sexy babe like me is out of your league." I then began taunting his cock by leaning right in so my tits were practically touching the tip of his cock. "What a small cock. Is that as hard as it gets? You've got the hottest woman you'll ever see in front of you and you only have that to show for it!" Right in front of him I rub my nipples with the fingers I had just taken out of my pussy, his cock twitching as it longed to let one last orgasm out. He was practically about to spill all over the place. I stroked his shaft a few times as his cock throbbed, begging to be allowed the opportunity to release one last load. But I stopped just shy of letting his orgasm go to the point of no return

"Naughty boy, let me show you how I discipline naughty boys like you." I begin punching his balls hard and without mercy. "I'm not stopping bitch until that cock goes down and behaves." I continued to punch his cock, watching with glee at the agony spread across his face as his legs clearly and desperately tried to break their restraints and close. He was crying and mumbling incoherent cries for mercy. As I continued to pummel his balls I watched his cock slowly lose the fight to stay hard. He very nearly got one last orgasm. I finally stopped, out of breath and couldn't resist the urge. "Ohhhhh stop crying baby, it's not my fault you got so horny at my sexy body and disobeyed my orders to behave. Perhaps you'll learn I'm not so nice now."

I then decided to begin pinching the edges of his balls. I used my thumb and index finger to pinch hard on the corners of his balls "hope this hurts like hell little dick. That's it, baby enjoy." He began lifting his head up in a desperate attempt to try and get my hands to stop pinching his balls. All I did was laugh in his face as I kept changing the point of where I was pinching his balls. As tough as he thought he was, his ability to take the pain was really woeful. He just had to be punished some more.

I then decide to target just one ball at a time. Pressing both thumbs into his left testicle. I look at the college boy for a reaction and I'm rewarded. He begins buckling against his restraints. "Ohhhh you like that do you boy. Oh yeah it feels so good against my sexy thumbs. I bet you'd like these thumbs running that cock shaft right now wouldn't you." Teasing my captives is so much fun. Getting his cock hard is easy, but turning me on is priority. I press down harder and harder watching him buckle continuously against the restraints. My thumbs were feeling tired but I knew I had to explore their power as much as possible.

I then dig all my fingernails into his right testicle. I wanted to alternate the punishment to explore his boundaries. I heard a scream emit from within his gag and heaving motions. Instead of easing off I dug my fucking nails in harder. "Take it bit, be a man, fucking hell a high school lad can take more than you." I begin squeezing my nails into his flesh harder and harder. Feeling the resistance of his balls, feeling them move around as they struggle to restrain the pinching of my sharp nails digging hard against them. Why did this turn me on so much? Watching a boy struggle to be a man. And being the person who destroyed him. It was working like a drug to my brain.

I go back to work on his left testicle, this time using the palms of both hands to flatten it against them. Squirming more violently against his restraints than ever I had to mock this college boy again. "It's so easy college boy. Can you imagine how amazing its going to be to turn these small wrinkled pathetic balls into mush?" I then change to his other testicle and continue my brutal assault on it. They're feeling really tender for him now. Turning blue in my hands I know he doesn't have long left now. I increase the pressure flattening his balls in my grip like a pancake. This was making me moist.

I take both his testicles into my hands again. I knead my fingers through them. Feeling their density, testing their resistance. His balls are turning blue now. A result, my fingers have brutalized his balls endlessly since they began. I play around with them, watching his breathing intensify and as I exert a little pressure I hear him gasp as pain spreads across his face. I begin pressing down hard with all my fingers and my thumbs. Alternating between digging in my fingers and pressing down with the tips of my fingers and thumbs. I can feel his balls swelling up and struggling with the power of my fingers. "Shake and struggle all you like college boy, I'm about to make you scream like the bitch you are.". I begin bouncing as I increase the pressure on his balls, rhymically timing the ongoing orgasm that was tingling against my pussy. I could feel his balls beginning to slowly give way more and more. I could feel the crunch. I knew it was time to finish him. I quickly get up, keeping his balls in my hand. I rest my pussy right on his face. I began to slowly rub my pussy against his face as I kept his balls in my hands firmly applying more and more pressure.

"Give up stud, these balls are ready to be destroyed. Ohhhhhh yesssssssss, come on balls give up."

I watch his face as i'm about to rest my pussy on it, knowing I'm about to end his ability to have sex ever again. Destroy his sex life, ability to have children. I knew my fingers and thumbs were going to grasp every last ounce of liquid within his balls and spill them into his ball bag with endless pain. How his last moment with his balls was going to be ended by this hot supermodel looking bitch who had turned the tables on his plans to imprison her and rape her like she was some kind of property for him to have his way with. How his last image of me would be watching my hot lussy ride his mouth as she cascaded cum over his wretched face. I lift my pussy off his face knowing the kneading of my fingers are about to result in the ultimate fantasy of mine.

*pop* the left one gives way. I could hardly contain my orgasm.

It just gave way in my hand like a stream of water bursting through a dam. The release of pressure and the mushing of his ball in my hands was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. I can remember the feeling of my thumbs pressing down harder one final time and the testicle suddenly feeling softer. Then the ripple of the outer lining as it suddenly gave way.

I felt like it completed me. Deeply within me I felt that this was what my destiny was. To make testicles become destroyed by my sadistic measures.

"Fuccccckkkkkkk yyyyyeeeeeaaaahhhhhhh ohhhh that felt soooo goodddd." But I wasn't finished.

I now concentrate all the power and pressure I can onto his remaining testicle it was tougher than his left but with two hands gripping it with all my might, there was nothing it could do but finally give in to the inevitable.

*pop*

"Oooohhhhhhh ggggooooodddddd, college boy, that's it for you. You'll never cum again. How does that feel? Your never going to fuck a woman ever again. You'll never have kids. You're not even a man anymore." I look into his eyes and see the look of pure defeat. I expected to see pain or anger, which I usually do. But I see just pure defeat. I almost felt sorry for him, until I remember he was going to drug me and rape me. Then I got angry. "You worthless piece of shit. You deserved this more than anyone I've castrated before. You're lower than shit. You bastard." I let it come out. Then I remember the feeling I got when his testicle gave way.

It felt so much better than the first one. The sudden change from solid to liquid burned deep within my memory, something I would recall every time I masturbated in the future. I had popped balls with my stomps before, feeling them give way under my toes before. But it just didn't give me the same feeling I felt just now feeling them give way beneath my fingers. The crunch before the sudden explosion, the deflation instant. The same ripple of the center as I penetrated deep enough within it to crack the tough lining. The bulge within my fingertips as the testicle mass was pushed beyond it's limits then the ecstasy within my shaking body as I achieved my goal. I had made this college guy a eunuch. His body continued to scream mercy without saying anything. Twitching and muscle spasms contrasting with his mewing and groaning noises, cascading at once with a high scream that made my pussy ride his face in serious overdrive.

I only masturbate when imagining all my previous castrations. They are the burning coal that heats up my fires within. They are what makes me keep wanting to expand my experiences. They are crucial to helping me continue my crusade.

His body went into overdrive. The shaking and thrashing was one thing, I loved seeing the fear in my victims. But hearing his high pitched scream through his gag directly into my pussy just sent my orgasm through the roof. I had the most overwhelming and euphoric orgasm I'd ever had. I could do nothing but ride the old man's face as wave after wave of juices flowed out of my pussy. My hands were still gripped hard against the mush where his balls had once been. I began squeezing and grinding my fingers and thumbs hard and firmly against the jelly spread where his balls had once been. There was no coming back from this catastrophic destruction for him. He finally passed out. His last images of me would be my pussy on his face, my tits jigging as they rode his face, the dribble of saliva from me exerting all my efforts into destroying his manhood. I was so moist still riding on a wave of multiple explosions of my orgasm.

I climbed off him and decided I wanted to have some more fun before I left.

"Well college boy, hope you can hear me? But I think I want to have a mushy balls breakfast."

I move his small withered cock out the way and put his mush inside my mouth. I bite and chomp down continuously feeling the jelly mush against my molars. Solid sections of mush still remained and as they were placed between my teeth I could feel then give way under the pressure. The squelching sound driving a mini orgasm to the lips of my pussy, crunching and crackling sounds like popping candy in my mouth continued to happen as I bit down, exploring every single crevice of his mush with my teeth. Liquid continued to fight itself away from my teeth as I bit and chewed any remaining evidence of what had once been his balls.

Next time I decided I have to bite a pair of balls until they pop. The thought spread a tingling feeling through my pussy, it was giving me its approval. I couldn't wait. As I bit down one last time I felt another crunch. The young guy spasmed uncontrollably. But he was out for the count.

"Ta, ta, college boy. Thanks for the opportunity to show my true sadist side. Now you rest and get some sleep."

The cleaning ladies would have a shock in the morning. I got dressed and walked out the door. Already plotting my next conquest and victim.