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Right now, my cock is throbbing deep inside Leonie’s throat; I’m pumping everything I’ve got into her, and she gives me a cheeky wink as I do. It’s magnificent—simply magnificent. Leonie truly looks like an angel; she’s a 155cm-tall brunette with long hair cascading past her ass and a B-cup bust. We’ve known each other for almost exactly two years now—though, unfortunately, she absolutely loves beating the hell out of my balls. "Beating" isn't quite the right word. She’s completely crazy, and she’s come close to castrating me on multiple occasions. I’ve even ended up in the hospital a few times because she went too far.
But I forget all about that whenever I’m fucking her. It’s the hottest thing in the world.
I’m actually engaged to another woman—Leonie knows this, too—but I don’t think she minds. Leonie works as a resident physician at the local hospital. My fiancée is also being treated by the OB-GYN at that very same hospital; she goes there because we’re trying to have a baby. She often has to go away on business trips lasting several weeks, and I frequently use that time to hang out with Leonie. That’s exactly what’s happening right now: my fiancée is away on a three-week trip. But enough about that; I only mention it because it’s the catalyst for my latest odyssey. Anyway—right now, Leonie and I are just busy fucking. I’ve truly taken her completely apart—cumming inside her multiple times and doing everything a man could possibly wish for. What I didn’t know, however, was the price I would have to pay for it. Once we were finished, we ordered a pizza, then cuddled up and fell asleep on the couch in her apartment.
The next morning, she woke me up by giving me a blowjob. It was incredible, and I was wide awake in an instant. She truly has mastered the art. Now, she slowly and very gently strokes my cock and whispers in my ear: "Hello there, big strong man... are you up for a challenge?" I was instantly alert and focused. I knew immediately that Leonie had something in mind involving my balls. Her approach was absolutely typical. I had to be hellishly careful now. I asked her what she meant. "Well, I was thinking of a game. You did give me that St. Andrew's Cross a while back, after all—I’d like to have a little fun with it." I had built the St. Andrew's Cross for Leonie; it was made of steel and designed to completely immobilize a person. Just to keep the thighs spread wide, there were three broad leather straps on each side. The subject is secured to the device in a wide-legged kneeling position, ensuring that even someone as petite as Leonie can comfortably kick the balls of a big guy like me.
"I’ve envisioned a game. We’ll play it using a large Wheel of Fortune. The wheel features various numbers; these determine how many times I get to strike your balls—or whether I strike them at all. Then there’s a second wheel, which indicates the intensity level I’ll use: Gentle, Hard, Extra Hard, and Destructive. I’ll spin both wheels once you’re securely strapped into the St. Andrew's Cross." My immediate thought was that this could end very badly; meanwhile, Leonie began stroking my cock more vigorously. "Well? What do you say?" I didn't want to do it; I was convinced it would end in disaster. "Big strong man—are you actually afraid of a little woman?" She took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking furiously. I was on the verge of cumming when she asked me again: "What do you say?" I couldn't hold out any longer; I agreed. She stopped immediately and said, "Yeah! It’s about damn time. We shouldn't waste another second—let's get started right now. Get up, go into the living room, and head over to the St. Andrew's Cross." I was astonished at how quickly the situation had shifted, but I obeyed. I stripped completely naked and allowed her to strap me into the St. Andrew's Cross. Once everything was secure, she smiled with satisfaction and stuffed one of her socks into my mouth. She stripped completely naked; I got an instant hard-on—she simply has a dream body.
"Alright, my dear. I heard you want to make a baby with that slut of a fiancée of yours. Well, that might prove difficult; by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to do anything at all. Haha." She stepped away for a moment and returned with two large wheels, each fitted with a small pointer. Both were divided into various sections—much like a pie chart—each labeled with different entries. One wheel bore numbers ranging from 0 to 6,000, while the other listed four categories: Gentle, Hard, Extra Hard, and Destructive. *What? 6,000?* I thought. *I’d be dead!* "Well, let's give both wheels a spin and see what happens. Haha," Leonie laughed. She spun the wheel with the numbers.
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The wheel came to a stop. 1,000. I swallowed hard, thinking: *This is my last day. I’m going to die here.* "Yay! 1,000 hits to the balls! That’s nasty. Nasty for *you*. I’m thrilled—this is going to be magnificent. I’m going to spend hours brutally pummeling your balls." She spun the second wheel.
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The second wheel came to a stop as well. The result: Extra Hard.
*This can’t be happening. How much bad luck can one...*
Oh God. I can’t escape anymore; I’m completely restrained. I hope Leonie shows some mercy. "Extra Hard. That means stricter rules and more violence. To start, I’m going to wrap a rope around the base of your balls so they get nice and taut, that way I can hit them better, and they won't have anywhere to go. They have to absorb the full force of my attacks to suffer maximum damage. And one more thing: should you pass out for any reason during my 'treatment,' I will keep beating your balls until you wake up again. However, those blows won't count toward the total number of remaining hits. In other words, I’ll keep pounding your balls until you regain consciousness, without you getting any credit for it. If you pass out more than three times, we start counting from zero all over again. Oh, this is going to be so much fun." She fetches a sturdy rope, about 10mm in diameter, and begins wrapping it tightly around the base of my testicles until they jut out rigidly. "1,000 hits to the nuts... oh boy, this is going to be brutal. Especially since I’m going to see it through to the very end. Even if your balls are nothing but mush, I’ll keep pounding away until I hit that 1,000 mark. If your scrotum bursts? Doesn't matter, I’ll keep striking. No matter what happens, I’m going to keep fucking up your balls." Cold sweat, the sweat of sheer terror broke out on my forehead. "Let's start slow. I’m going to hit your balls 50 times with my brass knuckles. That always brings me such immense pleasure. Then we’ll see how things go from there. Haha." She disappears for a moment, then returns with her brass knuckles in hand.
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It hurts like hell. She strikes with extreme precision and utter brutality. Because my balls are bound so tightly, the full force of her blows is absorbed entirely by them.
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"Hot. I’m landing my hits perfectly. This is actually really fun. Now, let's just quickly finish up these blows before the swelling starts to set in," Leonie comments. "Your cock is getting a bit annoying. I’m going to tape it down to your stomach. Today is all about your gonads. Haha."
She proceeds to do exactly as she said.
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Excruciating pain begins to make itself felt. It is utterly brutal. Leonie keeps striking, again and again.
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"You’ve already taken thirty hits. That’s 3%. Haha. The swelling is already starting, too; I’m curious to see what it’s going to look like in a bit. I’m looking forward to it," says Leonie.
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I am on the verge of tears. Why do I keep doing this to myself?
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"Time to play some soccer. I’m putting on my cleats, and then I’m going to kick you in the crown jewels—100 times, with everything I’ve got. That’s going to be fun. Haha." Leonie laces up her soccer cleats and winks at me. "You might feel a slight tug," she says, winding up for a kick.
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I wish I were dead. Leonie kicks me violently, ten times in rapid succession. She keeps going.
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The pain is beyond words.
I scream into the sock stuffed in my mouth, but it’s no use. Leonie continues her work. She smiles and seems happy, while I would rather be dead.
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“That’s 80 hits. 920 to go.”
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“Ten more times, then we’ll take a look at the initial results.”
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Leonie kneels down in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross; she carefully takes my balls in her hand and examines them. She rolls them between her palm and thumb, pressing down lightly. “Nicely swollen. But everything’s still intact. Let’s make it worse.”
She stands up and takes a running start.
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She gives me no respite.
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“Quite a workout. Oh well, that’s how it goes. In a moment, I’ll switch to using my hands; that’ll give me a bit of a break, and we still have a lot ahead of us.”
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It hurts so terribly. I start to cry. I can’t take it anymore.
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“Oh, a tear—you poor thing.”
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“Right, we’re now at 150 hits. Your balls are badly swollen and already bruised from the kicking. Well, that won’t be enough; I’ll have to take some harsher measures. I’m going to strike you 50 times now with my police baton. Then I’ll fetch the baseball bat and the steel-toed boots. We’re aiming for some truly destructive work today.” She fetches the police baton.
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"Hell yeah, this is fun."
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Leonie rubs the police baton between her legs and pleasures herself with it. She climaxes repeatedly and violently. I, on the other hand, regret my life and the decisions that led me here. I am in excruciating pain, and Leonie is only making it worse.
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"I need to re-tie your balls. The swelling is absorbing too much of the force. I want to hit *only* your two testicles and not waste any energy. That would be a shame." She fumbles around with my package. "Maybe I should separate them; then I can hit each one individually. Let's give it a try." She does exactly as she says.
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"It’s so much more effective. I can pummel your testicles one by one with the baton."
I couldn't care less. I just want it to stop.
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"Now for the kicking again. This time, with my steel-toed boots. It’s going to be insane. Haha. This is still my absolute favorite Fantasy, I’ve put these boots on so many times and imagined crushing a man’s balls with them. Usually, I’d just get myself off right then and there. Haha. I think it’s so hot that you’re fulfilling this wish for me so selflessly. Thank you." She approaches me and looks deep into my eyes. I am in such intense pain that I didn't even register what she said. It’s only when I see her changing her footwear that I realize what is about to happen. I writhe in agony and try to spit out the sock gagging me, but I can't manage it. I brace myself for the worst. "I think 100 kicks should be enough for now. But I want to do another 100 later."
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It was hell. Those damn boots were the worst thing I have ever experienced. Leonie starts to sweat and laughs.
Cheerfully, she kicks again.
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"That looks unhealthy, my dear. Your balls are completely blue and green. Today, I’d like to turn them black. Super cool, right?"
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30 kicks with her steel-toed boots. It is so bad. The pain is unbearable. But even when she isn't kicking, the pain remains at an incredibly high level.
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"This is actually pretty exhausting. Haha. But it’s worth it. By now, your balls are just one massive bruise. Truly beautiful."
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"You’ve made it through a quarter of the way. 250 hits. Really cool, my strong man. I thought you would have passed out at least once by now—that’s my goal, after all. Remember the rules: I want to land as many hits as possible. Ideally, of course, you’d pass out for the fourth time right after the 980th hit, then the fun starts all over again. Haha. You won't be having any children with your fiancée. I’ll make damn sure of that, you miserable bastard."
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"I’m going to kick the shit right out of your balls. Until there’s nothing left." Leonie seems furious. She is insane.
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"That doesn't look healthy. As a doctor, I’d have to say you’d be better off pursuing other activities—otherwise, this could have serious consequences. Haha. But today, I’m a ballbuster, not a doctor. Let’s make it worse."
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I am trembling all over. Cold sweat runs down my back; my life is a complete wreck.
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“300 hits. You’re holding up well. Your balls look great, too. Completely purple—the swelling is beautiful. I love your balls; what fun I’ve had with them! Magnificent. Now I want to ram my right knee into your balls 50 times, and then my left knee 50 times. I’m going to do this without interruption—very fast and very hard. This isn’t a children’s birthday party, after all.”
50 knee strikes follow.
She rammed her right knee into my nuts 50 times. As she did so, she placed her hands on my pinned-down shoulders, giving her even more leverage. “I’m not satisfied. I could be inflicting more damage, but I’m not sure how.
Let’s continue with the left knee for now, and then I’ll have to put my thinking cap on.”
50 knee strikes follow.
In rapid succession, the attacks rain down upon my defenseless, pinned-down gonads. It is hell. “Now that we’ve reached 400 hits, it’s time to go back to kicking with the steel-toed boots. Let’s use them to round things out to 500. But first, I need to figure out how to efficiently transfer my attack energy to the target, your reproductive center. I could use another rope to pull your package down tight; that way, it won’t be able to shift away when struck, and the energy will be absorbed exclusively by your testicles. Let’s give that a try. I need to re-wrap you anyway, since the swelling is already starting to act as a cushion for your balls again.” She puts her idea into action and wraps my testicles even tighter.
"This is so hot, we’re really doing a lot of damage here. Haha. Everything is completely swollen and a deep purple, in some spots, it’s already turning black. That must hurt like hell. Haha. You’re really making me work up a sweat today, though; it’s quite a workout ruining your reproductive chances. But don’t worry—I’m happy to do it. Haha." She stretches and takes a step back.
Then she kicks. Twenty times, before taking a short break. It is devastating. My sensitive organs are completely pinned down and have to absorb the full force of Leonie’s incredibly hard kicks from her steel-toed boots. Leonie is pleased with the result: "Perfect—I’m hitting them right on the mark. Let’s keep going." She kicks another twenty times. By now, I have completely lost all control of my body; I am held up solely by the leather straps of the St. Andrew’s Cross—otherwise, every ounce of strength has drained from my body. I don’t even have the energy left to scream into the sock stuffed in my mouth. "I think this is a good rhythm: twenty kicks, a one-minute break, then another twenty kicks. That way, you have time to really savor the pain. Haha." She kicks another twenty times. "You seem bored by all this—just hanging there like that. Don’t worry, though; I’m about to move on to something a bit more challenging. Haha. But first, let’s hit the 500 mark." Another twenty devastating kicks follow, succeeded by another short break, followed by yet another twenty kicks.
"You’ve hit 500 strikes—and you haven’t even passed out yet! Congratulations. I suppose we’ll have to resort to harsher measures now. I can actually tilt this St. Andrew’s Cross into a horizontal position using an adjustment mechanism. Let’s give that a try." Leonie pulled a safety pin from the base of the St. Andrew’s cross and, using a crank, lowered the crossbar into a horizontal position; she then reinserted the safety pin to lock it in its new place. "Let's untie your balls first." And that is exactly what she did. "Incredible. Haha. Your testicles look like huge, deep-purple plums. Haha. A dream come true. So, here’s what we’re going to do: you surely remember that time my friend Emily and I took a steel hammer to your balls. We’re going to do that again now. I picked up a few things at the hardware store. We’ll lay a steel plate across your thighs, secure whatever is left of your testicles to the plate using rubber bands, and then we’ll start hammering away. Haha. Pretty cool, right?"
I writhe in agony; I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to take it anymore. I’m going to kill her the moment she unties me from this thing. This woman is absolutely insane. I am in the worst pain imaginable, and Leonie has only one thing on her mind: making it even worse.
She positions the metal plate against my thighs and testicles, exactly as she described. Then she fetches a 2.5-kilogram hammer. I shake my head, desperately trying anything I can think of to stop her. It’s no use. "Let's go for fifty. We'll see how it goes."
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Blackout. Lights out. When I finally come to, I see a grinning Leonie pummeling my excruciatingly painful testicles with a set of brass knuckles.
"Nice one, baby, you passed out. While you were sleeping, I must have landed a good fifty blows to your balls with these knuckles. Hits that don't even count toward our official tally. That was truly amusing, but since you're back with us now, we can go back to playing with the hammer. Here we go."
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“This is so much fun. Especially since I can land such good hits on your balls individually. Let’s keep going.”
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The pain is too much; my eyes bulge from their sockets, and my entire body cramps, shakes, and vibrates. I start to retch. Leonie reacts with lightning speed and pulls the sock out of my mouth. I vomit into a bucket that Leonie quickly holds next to my head. “If I ever get out of here, I’m going to kill you,” I whisper with my last ounce of strength. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of opportunities to get your revenge on me,” Emily laughs. “First, I’m going to give you something for the nausea and then paralyze your vocal cords with a local anesthetic; that way, you won’t have to keep that stupid sock in your mouth anymore, and you won’t be able to make any noise.” She administered two injections; the nausea vanished instantly, and I could no longer speak or scream.
“I’m going to continue now; after all, we still have a lot left to do.” She climbs on top of me, sits spread-legged on my right thigh, and picks up the hammer.
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“Perfect. Simply perfect.” She slides her naked, soaking-wet vulva back and forth against my thigh, climaxing several times in the process; her whole body trembles, and she seems utterly happy. My existence, on the other hand, is a catastrophe.
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“Direct hit. Haha. You really ought to see this. Haha. Your balls look like someone ran them over. Haha. Actually, that’s not a bad idea, maybe something for next time. Haha.”
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My entire lower abdomen explodes; and as if that weren't enough, the cramps have now caused the rest of my body to ache as well—though that pain is completely overshadowed by the agony radiating from my groin.
“550 hits sustained, but there don't seem to be any serious injuries yet. Sure, micro-tears have probably occurred, but nothing has actually ruptured or caved in yet. Let's change that. Haha. Next, I’m going to put on my boots, slide a larger board underneath your balls, and then stomp on it. That’s always fun, too. I’d love to actually jump on it, but unfortunately, our current setup doesn't allow for that.” She fetched a different wooden board, this one had small feet so it could rest securely on the St. Andrew's Cross.
Then she pulled on a pair of heavy boots with thick, hard soles and climbed onto the structure. She positioned my nuts just so, lifted her right heel, and then brought it crashing down onto my right testicle with full force—25 times. The result was catastrophic. Everything inside me seized up, and despite the anti-nausea medication I’d taken, I started retching again. Leonie remained completely unfazed and repeated the entire process using her left heel on my left testicle. “We’re already up to 600 now. But I’m going to do another 25 stomps per ball. Exercise is healthy. Haha.” Just as she had announced, she once again brought her heel crashing down 25 times, first onto the right testicle, then onto the left. As she reached the 20th stomp on the left side, I passed out once again…
When I woke up, Leonie was grinning down at me. "Well, look who’s finally up, you sleepyhead. You were out for quite a while. While you were sleeping, I was busy, I hit you in the balls with my brass knuckles about 80 times. Just great. You’ve only got one blackout left in the bank. Haha. If it happens again after that, we start all over from scratch. I’d actually love that; I don’t have any plans for the next few days anyway, so theoretically, we could just keep repeating this endlessly. Haha. Now, back to the boot. Unfortunately, just 5 more stomps on your left testicle. Here we go." She climbs back onto the contraption and stomps another 5 times on my poor left testicle.
"Your balls look absolutely nasty. We’re going to move the St. Andrew’s Cross back to the starting position now, and then we’ll move on to the baseball bat. One of my favorite toys." I find myself drifting through a sort of dream world; everything is blurred, colors bleed into one another, and everything feels so unreal. Meanwhile, I am being maneuvered, still strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross, back into the original starting position.
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Suddenly, I feel a pain even more intense than before. Leonie slams the baseball bat right into my balls.
"That wasn’t satisfying enough. I’m going to wrap the rope around the base again; that way, I’ll get a better hit." She wraps the rope very tightly around the base of my balls, pulling them forward so they face directly outward. Then, she swings the baseball bat from the side and slams it into them with all her might.
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"Holy shit, that feels amazing!" She takes the baseball bat and rubs it against her pussy; naturally, she comes almost instantly—her whole body trembles with the climax, and she collapses to the floor.
When she gets back to her feet, she picks up the bat. "Let's keep going. Now I’m going to strike alternately from the left and the right, until we hit 50. Then I’ll strike alternately from above and below, 50 times for that, too."
She strikes 20 times from the left and right, then takes a brief pause to pleasure herself again with the baseball bat. My body, however, enters a state of shock; my nervous system is overloaded and, for the moment, ceases to transmit any signals. Consequently, I perceive no pain for the time being. Leonie remains oblivious to this and strikes another 25 times, alternately from the left and right, with the baseball bat against my bound testicles. Then she strikes 25 times alternately from above and below, takes a very brief pause, and then strikes another 25 times alternately from above and below.
"Fucking awesome. I’m going to slam them another 50 times from the right and left. I think that’s going to land really well." And that is exactly what she does.
The impacts ring out every second. The damage Leonie is inflicting is brutal.
"You’ve taken 800 hits so far. I’ve given it my all up to this point. But there has to be more. Maybe with the steel-toed boots again? I think at this stage, I can still inflict some serious damage if I kick you with them 100 times. So let’s do it: 20 kicks, a short break, and so on." Leonie puts on her steel-toed boots. Suddenly, sensation returns to my body; the state of shock has passed. A catastrophic pain surges through me. Leonie has the baseball bat has inflicted extreme damage, pain that now manifests itself as an intense, searing agony. It feels as though my lower abdomen is being sliced open with a chainsaw; I immediately begin to tremble violently and break out in a sweat, my body has never experienced anything more excruciating. I see Leonie take a running start.
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I lose consciousness. I am roused by a pungent, stinging smell.
“You seem truly bored here; you’ve fallen asleep again. This time, you were out so cold that even my ‘brass-knuckle therapy’ couldn’t wake you up. I stopped counting after 140 blows and went to fetch some smelling salts—which is what just brought you around. But there is good news, too: if you pass out again before we hit the 1,000-strike mark, we have to start all over from zero. Haha. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that happens.”
*That witch,* I think to myself.
“Now, let’s continue with the kicks from my steel-toed boots.” She delivers a full twenty kicks, takes a brief pause, and then kicks another twenty times; she continues this cycle until she has reached a total of one hundred kicks.
I clench my teeth tightly, trying somehow to cope with this inhuman pain. I feel as though I am burning alive from the inside out; only my rage toward Leonie keeps me clinging to life. “Alright then. We’re at 900. You’re almost at the finish line. What else can I do now? I’m strongly tempted to hit you in the nuts with the baseball bat again. It’s really great fun—just fucking awesome. However, I also want to cause as much damage as possible; I don’t know, maybe there are better ways to do that. In any case, we need to put some kind of hard, rigid surface underneath your balls so they have nowhere to go and take maximum damage. So, let’s do this: we’ll take the metal plate from that earlier hammer session and fasten it right under your nuts; then I’ll smash down on it with the baseball bat. Just the thought of it is getting me so turned on. Haha.”
She picked up the metal plate, strapped it to my thigh, and used some twine to bind my balls securely against it. Then she took the baseball bat back into her hands. She was so aroused that her pussy juices were running down her thigh.
“Let’s get started. 25 strikes per ball—full force.”
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“This is so fucking hot.” Leonie rubbed the baseball bat between her legs once more, climaxing in a throbbing orgasm.
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It got even worse. I vomited, despite having taken anti-nausea medication.
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“That is so cool. Let’s move on to the other ball. Haha. Let’s smash it into mush.”
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I felt like I was dying. The pain was unimaginably severe.
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“I could do this all day. It’s amazing. And incredibly hot. Just look at everything your horny balls can withstand.”
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It is impossible to imagine just how badly this hurts. My entire body aches terribly. I am completely wrecked. I will never recover from this. Leonie takes away the metal plate and unties my balls. She wants to examine her handiwork. “After 950 hard strikes, your balls are completely dark purple, almost black. Your gonads appear deformed; they are swollen and yield slightly under pressure. All in all, a truly severe testicular trauma. This needs to be examined and treated at a hospital. Surgery will likely be required, as there’s a chance one or both testicles have ruptured. I’ll even take you to the hospital myself, as soon as we’re finished here. Haha. First, though, you have to endure another 50 hard strikes without passing out; otherwise, the count goes back up to 1,000.” She winks. “I’m going to do my absolute best to ensure we have to do this all over again. I’m having the time of my life. Haha.”
“Now we’re going to tie your balls up tight again with the rope. Then we’ll pull them downward so they present a nice, stationary target. I’ve procured a .68 caliber paintball marker, and I’m going to use it to shoot at your balls. Haha. This is going to be quite a show, I have to land 50 hits. I’ll be shooting from a distance of exactly three meters, lying flat on the floor: 25 shots from the front, 25 from the back. If I miss, consider yourself lucky. But I won’t miss. Haha. This is going to hurt like hell.” My vocal cords were still paralyzed; I couldn't protest. I couldn't even scream in pain. My testicles are already causing me excruciating pain; my entire body feels as if it were submerged in boiling water. A distance of three meters, that is not the range at which one normally shoots in paintball; usually, it is done from a greater distance. It is sheer, hellish madness.
Leonie positions herself on the floor in front of me, aiming her paintball marker. "To match the color of your balls, I’ve chosen ammo that leaves a blue-violet mark."
*Thwack.*
I’ve never felt anything like this before. For a moment, my pain intensifies a hundredfold. It feels as if I’m being run over by a steamroller. An unimaginable pain.
*Thwack.*
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In rapid succession, Leonie fires at my testicles. It is pure torture. Of the first five shots, four strike my balls, and one hits my left thigh. Even that one hurt like hell. But the pain had now reached a plateau, it wasn't rising any further and, more importantly, it persisted even when the firing stopped. Of course, Leonie couldn't have known that; she proceeded to fire another twenty shots at my balls from the front. Of those, eighteen hit their mark, while the others scattered across my thighs. Leonie moved around to the back of the St. Andrew's Cross and began firing from behind. I could no longer see her, but I could hear the sound of the marker. The pain didn't intensify any further; it remained fixed at an excruciatingly high level, a level that nearly killed me. After a short while, the marker fell silent.
"You did it! You didn't pass out, and you took the paintball round like a man. Even if you probably aren't one anymore. Haha. I'm going to inject you with a strong sedative and some morphine now. Then I'll untie you and drive you to the hospital. I had an absolute blast today. Haha." Leonie injected me with various medications; they took effect immediately. Then she untied me, and I collapsed instantly.
The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed, with Leonie, along with her friend Emily, standing beside me in their white coats. I feel completely groggy. "Leo, you really outdid yourself this time, tore open both testicles. We spent six hours in surgery patching it back up. Nice work," Emily says to Leonie. "He’ll pull through, though."
"What about his fertility?" Leonie asks. "No idea. Go take a sample yourself, that shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" Emily replies. "He’s not allowed to do *anything* at all for at least six weeks now. Don't forget that. And after that, you need to be more careful for a while—got it?" "Yeah, haha, I'll be careful," Leonie answers.
"I'm going to kill her," I whisper exhaustedly to myself.