My story from years ago

Well i'm not really into this fetish but i have a story from when i was younger and lived in the city.

Obviously this is a throwaway. I kinda did something that maybe is illegal. Not that i really know.

Anyways, i was walking home one day alone. I heard some people yelling a guy and a girl, across the street.

It was late and i was the only one around. The guy was young based on his voice, the woman was a bit older than him. He sounded drunk.

I overheard him yelling at her telling her to fuck him or he'd take what he wanted anyways. It wasn't any of my business until he pushed her over. She was yelling at him to fuck off, but she turned quiet when she fell down. It was dark but i could see their silhouettes. He was on his knees pulling his pants down. I knew i needed to call the cops or do something, but it would be a while for the cops to show up. I knew if i sprinted at him and knocked him down, i'd be able to knock him unconscious if he hit the pavement hard enough. Anyways, i ended up doing that and decided to call the cops later.

Surely enough, he fell beside her and hit his head on the pavement. I checked to make sure he wasn't dead. His forehead was skinned a little and he was bleeding, but his skull wasn't cracked or anything. He was totally unconscious. I knew i had to take advantage of the situation before the cops got there by enacting some street justice on this guy. I didn't really want to ruin his life or anything, but i knew he needed to be dealt with somehow if he was ever gonna contribute something worthwhile to society, so i decided his manhood needed to go.

His pants were around his ankles, and the girl got out from underneath him and started sobbing. I knew she wasn't gonna call the police until she stopped, so i just decided to get him prepared for his balls to get fucked up. Again, i'm not really into it as a fetish, but this guy needed to stop this shit. I didn't know or care if he ever attempted to rape women before, again he was drunk, but i knew he was probably gonna do it again. At least, that's what i thought. I didn't want to take a chance letting him go to the station and getting some light sentence or something.

Anyways, i took out my pocket knife and cut my shirt off. I needed it to be cut off so it could wrap around his arms because they were big. Anyways, he was laying on his belly and i pulled his arms behind his back and wrapped my shirt around them and tied it. I pulled his underwear off to expose his dick. Damn, it stank. It smelled like ballsweat and ass and the alleyway smelled like sewage and garbage. There were probably a few dead rats around or something too. I didn't look around. Adrenaline and shit. Anyways, with his balls exposed and his hands tied up, i called the cops. They said they'd be there in under 10 minutes or so, which i knew they were probably gonna be slow about it since i told them i already had the guy under control.

Anyways, i had my knife and the guy's balls exposed. However, i didn't want to cut them off for the wound to get infected or anything, i just wanted the guy to never have testosterone again. I pulled his ballsack and wrapped my left hand around the area between his testes and his dick. I wasn't gonna slice them, just bust his nuts. What i did was i wrapped my right hand around his testicles and clenched my left hand tightly around the skin between his balls and dick to keep his testicles from receding where they couldn't be damaged. I then squished his nuts together against eachother. It made a very satisfying \*crack\* sound, and soon the guy was wide awake and screaming in pain. He kicked a little but couldn't do much since i had my legs on top of his and his ankles were wrapped with his own pants. All he could do was scream in pain since he couldn't move a muscle.

Anyways, once i thoroughly squished his testicles against eachother, i then place my right hand on top of his nuts, keeping my left hand in position, and then i squished his nuts between my palm and my left hand, causing them to make another \*crack\* sound again. Once i finished, i stood up. The guy was writhing in pain and hitting his head against a dumpster to his left and shit, obviously struggling to unbind his hands. He was in too much pain to make any real moves against me though, so i yelled at the girl to stay put and keep him down. I stayed for a few minutes explaining what i did, then once i decided it was long enough, i ran off. I heard some sirens behind me, but by that point i was already a few streets over.

That's it. That's the end of my story lol. All i did was crush them then run off. I hope the girl was alright, it was never in the news or anything so i didn't know what happened next. Obviously the guy won't be raping anymore women though. I moved away after that.