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Martin was a typical middle aged loser. He went to work at the office and came home alone to eat his microwave dinner and spend his pay on onlyfans models. He spend his nights tipping and stroking his little white cock.
One night he saw a familiar face pop up in an ad. It was Angela the young intern at his job. He subscribed to her profile and immediately got a message. “What’s your name cutie”. He thought of a fake name to use and responded.
They talked for hours that night, however, the next day was awkward for Martin. He had to act normal around this woman who he had seen not only naked, but doing very dirty things the night before. That night though he became deviant again. He actually shared his most intimate fetish, castration.
She went crazy for it, telling him all about how she’d chop off, band and rupture his testicle and much more. For weeks at work Martin couldn’t help but get rock hard around her.
Finally the time came for Angela’s internship to end. On her last day Martin invited her to his apartment for drinks. Surprisingly she accepted. This would be a mistake for Martin.
He was on his second drink when he felt like he needed to lay down. Before he moved two steps he fell unconscious. He woke up tied to his bed and Angela standing naked above him. His little cock shot up hard as a rock.
“I knew it was you” Angela said “you know I thought it would be fun to see how much men online really like their fantasies. So we’re going to try out yours”.
That night she busted his balls, sounded his cock, and spit in his face for hours. Martin learned that while these kinks turned him on in thought, he didn’t like them done to him. However, Angela had one last kink. She picked up his little sack and place it on a tiny cutting board and took out a small hatchet. Martin screamed into his gag had she brought it down right above his balls chopping them clean off.
She cleaned up and left with his balls in her purse. On the way out she called an ambulance. Martin never even opened the website again, he knew despite his inability to be turned on, he in fact did not like what he had fantasized about.
Unfortunately if he had logged on he would see that his balls were part of Angela’s content now, resting right above her tits hanging on a small chain.