I turn my waiter's balls to mush for spilling coffee on me.

It was a very stressful day for me; I enter this lonely family-run place to get some cheap coffee, and I already regret coming here. The ambience and furnishing is horrible, the lightning is depressing, and I'm having to sit here unattended for more than 5 minutes. It creeps me out that I am the only one in this place.

My waiter is cute, but also very clumsy. He fumbles, is awkward with his movements, and even gets my order wrong. I take his notepad and write the order myself so he doesn't screw it up again.

My waiter is finally bringing me my coffee, after much delay. I can't wait, I can see the color of the coffee and smell the aroma, I just know that this will be good coffee.

But my waiter, being the clumsy little bastard he is, spills my coffee all over my expensive dress. The idiot doesn't even apologize, he just makes some squeaking noises and takes my table napkin and starts pressing it over my chest. How dare he!

As if spilling scalding hot coffee wasn't enough, as if ruining my expensive dress wasn't enough, this idiot proceeds to grope me!

He needs to be corrected.

I unzip his pants (he is too shocked to stop me) and quickly find what I'm looking for: his balls. I yank his balls with my hand, firm my grip on his balls, and march toward the restroom.

It is the usual procedure to correct such males.

I take him inside the restroom and lock us in. He is whimpering because my grip on his balls is very tight, so I stuff the napkin he is holding into his mouth to gag him.

I ask him where he'd like to sit (he nervously motions his head to the sink after I twist his balls to get an answer), and let him sit on the sink, it's the least thing I can do to make it a little easier for him.

Now he is ready for the slapping phase.

I start alternatively slapping both his balls.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"You got my order wrong!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAAAAP!

"You ruined my expensive dress!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAAAAP!

SLAAP!

"And worst of all!"

SLAAAAAP!

SLAAAAAP!

"YOU GROPED ME!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Phew, that was a real workout. Now he is ready for the next stage, ball tenderizing stage.

I grab his balls with one hand and,

SQUEEEEEEEZEE for 5 seconds, and then with the other hand, I

SQUEEEEEEEZEE for 5 seconds,

SQUEEEZE for 5 seconds with the other hand and then with the other hand, I

SQUEEEZE for 5 seconds.

Now I use both my hands and,

SQUEEEEEEEEEEZEEEEE for 30 seconds straight!

I see tears coming out of his eyes, and it is a pity that he will be losing his balls today, being cute and all, but it is necessary.

Now it is time for the life lesson phase, I will imprint in his mind the reason he is losing his balls, so that every time he remembers about his once full manhood, he remembers about the reason he lost his balls.

I start punching alternatively with both hands,

PUNCH!... PUNCH!...

"You are losing your balls today..."

PUNCH!... PUNCH!...

"Because you do not respect women!"

PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!...

"You groped me!"

PUUNCHHHH! PUNCHHHHH!

"And you ruined my dress!"

PUNCHH! PUNCH! PUNCH!

"You didn't even apologize!"

PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!

I feel that his balls are close to popping, so I stop my punches.

For his castration, I want to take away from him the one luxury that I had given him: being able to sit on the sink.

I yank his balls and place him on the floor, where he belongs.

It's time to pop his balls.

"I want you to see me pop your balls!"

I prop his back against the wall so that he can see his balls being destroyed.

His eyes are full of tears, but hopefully he is able to see his balls clearly, because it will be the last time he will be seeing them.

I place the point of my stiletto heel on his right or left ball, I don't know and it won't matter, and apply just the right amount of pressure.

The ball bursts with a loud POP!

He starts leaning forward but I push him back, he still hasn't seen the best part of it, his last ball popping!

These next few seconds will completely change his life. But it is his fault, and he deserves this.

This time I use the toe of my heel and apply pressure on his last remaining ball. I don't apply enough pressure to pop it because he is not looking at his ball and I want him to see his last ball pop.

And then when his eyes finally focus on his last ball, I apply the last bit of pressure that I was holding back.

His last ball bursts with an LOUD POPPPP!

Oh, what joy!

I twist my foot, crushing his last ball to mush, as though I am putting off a cigarette.

I similarly mush his other former ball.

I spend the next 5 minutes grinding his ball remains to mush, making sure there is nothing to save. I also make sure that the he is seeing every second of this, he will remember this scene forever.

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There is no better way to teach a man a life lesson.

I am putting the story flare on this one because I don't want some of the males reading this to piss their pants by putting the True Story flair, but believe me when I say that this could happen to you in real life.

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