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7/10/2022 12:30 pm

"You've got some nerve, bringing your balls in here!"

I soon got more comfortable with this new place but I still had that nagging feeling they (girls) would end up getting their way with me.
It was interesting how psychological changes had infiltrated their way of thinking though I read before I even came here that many had hidden ambitions and liked the idea of males being castrated for one reason or another.
Also damaging a mans balls was something you could brag about.
I'd been warned of places I should stay away from where groups of 'toughs' (aggressive fems) would hang out.
The one's at the hostel knew the trouble I'd be in if I went to those places, but that only got me revved up as I was always looking for a challenge.
One such place was a pool room on fourth avenue and a bunch of girls liked to hang out there as it was fun and they appreciated things Sylvia taught them as Sylvia was there gang leader.
Sylvia would quickly sum up any situation and set in place a plan of action that would always end with her getting approval from her gang.
It was on one evening that I decided to drop in there for a game of pool as I'd spent much of my youth hanging around these places.
I strolled right into that pool room they'd warned me to stay away from and I got some immediate attention from some girls who noticed the badge I was wearing showing I had balls.
Normally I'd get favourable reactions from girls as it was becoming rarer to meet a man with balls as the fems had brought many fetishes to life that previously would not see the light.
There was also rumours too about how satisfying that pleasure of taking a mans balls was.
Many if not all girls had that ambition front and center in their minds.
I felt like a he man with my ball status and 'nukeys' the balless males would make way for me as a form of respect.
Sylvia enjoyed taking those guys down and it wasn't long before she showed up to take control of the situation.
I thought I'd challenge her to a game of pool and her face showed her mild amusement as all the girls who'd gathered around knew you didn't mess with Sylvia on or off the pool table.
She accepted my challenge to a game and flipped a coin for the break which she won, then she produced a powerful break that saw her pot three balls off it.
Her practiced skill was amazing and she was soon down to just three balls left and there was the possibility of making a cannon onto the nine to finish the game right there and then but her shot went high and I got my first go on the table.
I chalked up the cue tip well as I had to<b> screw </font></b>the white around onto the eight and this worked admirably leaving me just a simple pot to win the game.
The reaction from her throng was palpable and Sylvia came up close in front of me and I knew what she was up to but I didn't flinch and held vmy ground knowing my balls were wide open and unprotected should she launch her strike.
I calmly chalked the cue and broke the awkward silence between us with . "Do you wanna go again?" Sylvia's team ooed at the challenge and she agreed giving me a look of scorn as she announced that it was my break.
She asked herself 'who was this fool' and hadn't he heard of her reputation as a ball buster? But she thought she would just play his game a little longer and maybe if I was up to it she'd take me back to her place for some real fun.
She was heavily into BDSM and knew how to make a b oy cry. She liked to bring a b oy up to his high with her whip, flaying his ass with it and watching him get hard but but it wasn't his cock she was most interested in.
She had an array of devices that she'd use on his balls that when tightened would make him beg to save his balls. How pathetic they became when their little balls were crushed! It puzzled her how vulnerable males were made as if there was some kind of designer responsible for it that gave fems the overall advantage.
The designer must have had masochism on his mind when he made them. Or when she made them. Having the designer as a fem made more sense.