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8/22/2019 11:03 am

Her First Crush

She met this guy online, well she met most guys online now a days, it was easier for anonymous hook-ups and one night stands. Plus she got try all sorts of different sexual fantasies and fetishes. She had long ago learned that just the right move, just the right word, and the reactions she got from these men made it all worth her while. This guy was into ballbusting, and she'd been there and done that, but just as she was going to move on to the next online hook up, he told her exactly how he wanted his balls busted, and it caught her attention. This was something new, and she always loved new things. He told her everything about this toy he built just for this fetish, and said she would have total control, (it was the only way she did anything anyways, never know what kind of crazy person might to terrible things to you when you're chained up) so she agreed to meet him in person.

They met at a hotel room, out in the middle of nowhere, she liked to keep things as anonymous as possible, she felt that way she could really let her wild side out, if anything too crazy happens, she can just walk away, and no one needs to know she was ever there. He'd told her he'd for the room in cash, with a false , as she'd asked him to. Finally they see each other, face to face, for the first time. She was standing at the door to his hotel room, wearing a long black coat, but he could see she was wearing the spiked collar he'd asked her to wear, and her knee-high high-heel boots could be seen just below her coat. She hadn't seen a picture of him, and hadn't given him a picture of her either; he didn't recognize her at all. She knew exactly who he was the second he opened that door, this was the guy she'd had the hugest crush on all throughout junior high and into most of high school. Then he dropped out at , to join the Army or something. She played it cool, since he didn't seem to recognize her at all. "Have we met somewhere before?" she asks him, to which he says "sorry, no, I've never seen you before, but you are quite beautiful."

She opens her purse and pulls two sets of handcuffs, two sets of leg shackles, some steel cable and a few padlocks, and says to him, "I showed you mine, now show me yours..." He says "I like a girl who comes prepared, well, here it is," he pulls a hydraulic cylinder, with a swing arm, a few clamps, and a hand pump for the hydraulic cylinder. He explains that his testicles can be placed in at this end, and they can then be clamped in place, completely impossible for them to escape, and with each pump of the hand-pump, more and more pressure can be applied, anything from a squeeze up to causing serious pain. "How much pressure can this cylinder put ?" she asks, "Well its actually built from a bottle-jack, supposed to be to lift cars and trucks, I think this one was rated up to 8 tons, but please don't push it too far, this ball-crusher is way too powerful for any man to take if it was just pumped up without paying attention, you lose track of what you're doing, and fail to pay attention if I tell you to stop, and I'd end up castrated in such a way that no doctor in the world could fix." She says "Okay, that’s good to know, I'll remember that... so anyways, take off all your clothes, and get into bed" he asks "Are you wearing, you know, what we talked about?" She walks up to him, grabs him by the balls and whispers into his ear "If you don't do as you're told, you'll never find out"

Using the steel cable and pad-locks, she was able to securely fasten the hand-cuffs and leg-shackles at the four corners of the bed. Once he was locked down, she took off her coat, revealing the cheerleader uniform, complete with sports bra, as he'd asked for, as she left to do up her hair in pig-tails, and put on all the black lipstick, eye-liner and eye-shadow, a plan began to form. He didn't even remember her, it’s like he never knew she existed, that fucking asshole, and what an awesome chance for a bit of payback. I'll give him one more chance, if he can't remember me after some memory jogging and pain, he'll pay the ultimate price...

She walked back in, and those last few touch's made her unbelievably sexy, he couldn't believe his good luck, tonight he was going to finally feel a woman put that toy he'd built from scratch, his Hydraulic Ball Crusher, to the test. It sucked when women played rough with his balls, they always just wiggled out just when it's getting fun, and after a while that gets old, so he built his Crusher, so they couldn't escape, of course the fact that it can put out over eight tons of pressure, while dangerous if things got out of hand, just added to the excitement of it all, and besides, this girl told him she knew all about "safe-words" and fully consensual BDSM play, she was very experienced, just watching her secure his arms and legs (He'd tested them while she was in the bathroom, he's a fairly strong guy, lifts weights all the time, and he couldn't move at all) this girl knew her shit, and she looked fucking perfect, he was eager to see how her skills and his new toy worked out.

He talked her through how to get his testicles into that "Hydraulic Ball Crusher" as he called it, she listened, and was very careful, in a few minutes he won't be nearly as helpful as he was being at that moment, and by then, she wanted to make sure neither of his balls slipped out, he wouldn't be nearly as cooperative after she gives him her ultimatum. Once he finished explaining, and she had them clamped in, she saw how elegantly simple it actually was, and could clearly see her fears of a testicle or two getting away from her wrath, were completely unfounded. The only way for either ball to get free without the clamp being removed, would have to happen when enough pressure from the hydraulic cylinder built up to force his nuts between a gap of like 1/th of an inch, and his scrotum was filling that gap quite snuggly, so if he balls get forced in there, they're done anyways, but more likely they'll stay in the pressure chamber he built to Isolate them in an enclosed space, that they get to share with the business end of a hydraulic piston that was engineered to lift trucks, big trucks. If he can't remember her , it'll be like she can just park a truck on his balls, while she's riding his cock, and there isn't a damn thing he can do about it.

She climbed onto him, straddling his naked form, he felt immediately she wasn't wearing any panties, and his excitement couldn't be greater. "Are you sure we've never met before?" she asks him again. "No, I'm horrible with names but I'm pretty good with faces, and I can't recall yours, sorry", Then she says his name, his real name, real first name, and real last name, and tells him what Jr High and High school he went to. She even mentions when he dropped out to enlist. "Hey, you're the one who said no real names, keep it anonymous, why'd you look all that up about me for?", he asks franticly. "I didn't look any of that up, I never forgot you, we spent over 4 years in the school together, you were my first crush, I worshiped you, I wanted you to be the one to take my virginity, and before I could work up the courage to say anything to you about it, you just up and leave. I even asked some of your friends, not only did you leave the state; you left the fucking continent when they stationed you on that island, 5000 miles from where I needed you.

His mind was drawing a blank, he would give anything to remember this girls , if he could, maybe this "anonymous one-night hook-up" could become something serious, she was as fuck, (at least she was right now, wouldn't I have remembered some chick I was in school with for 4 years? Maybe she was nerdy, or dressed plainly? Who is this girl?) Damn, she knows I'm fucking clueless, I hope this doesn't mean our fun tonight is over, oh fuck, what if she just leaves me locked up like this? She can't rob me, I left my $ and wallet locked in my truck, and buried the key to it next to a sign post down the road, all I have is my clothes and my body, oh yeah and my ball-crusher...

"Okay, listen up, and listen well, because now is not the time to fail to attention to me, like you did back then. Here's how tonight is going to go, I'm going to tie this thick rubber band around your cock, and it will cut off your blood flow, it takes anywhere from one-to-six hours for you dick to die from that. It will keep you hard while also numbing your meat, so I can enjoy this cock like I've always wanted to. If you want it to keep working, it will need balls to give it sperm and testosterone, and you have until I orgasm, or until you're balls get crushed like grapes left on the highway, which with how I feel about you right now, would probably make me orgasm anyways, to remember my , I won't even ask you to remember my last , just say my first , and I'll let you keep your balls, and I'll also take this rubber band off your dick, and reward you with getting to feel how my pussy can rock your world like you've never felt before. But every time I feel like you're taking too long, I pump up this testicle-crushing device a little more, and every time you guess, but guess wrong, I'll pump it up even more than the "delay of game" penalty, just so you don't get any stupid ideas about just guessing every anyone's ever named a girl with, you might get lucky with a guess, but if I think you're just guessing and have no clue, I might just crush them for spite. Don't even waste your breath trying to talk me of this; I am a seriously pissed off woman who has you chained down and your testicles in a device that looks like it could break an actual set of brass balls, while yours seem much softer and fragile than that, so those are the rules, and as soon as I get this rubber band around your cock, which I can feel is still hard, Mmmmm, its everything I'd dreamed it would be, but once I cut off the blood flow to this big piece of meat, and get it up inside me, the game begins."

The game had begun, he took his time trying to remember her , and for the first few minutes he actually enjoyed himself, the ball crusher wasn't too tight, and though he couldn't feel her on his cock, he enjoyed watching her pleasure herself with it, then she pumped up the crusher some more, and he remembered the rules, he was taking too long. He needed to figure this , and fast, she had been dead serious when she'd explained what would happen if he couldn't say her , and as bad as it would to be castrated in a normal surgical procedure, having them slowly crushed until they pop, with no pain-killers, no last orgasm, this could get really bad. He guessed at a , it was wrong, she kept her word, the crusher tightened even more, and seeing the agony and horror in his eyes got her even closer to orgasm. "You'd better think fast big boy, or you'll no longer be a boy, 'cause this is so kinky for me, I'm not gonna be able to hold back from cumming soon..." He remembered suddenly that she'd said if he didn't have the right answer by the time she came, he'd never cum again, he guessed another , "WRONG, try again, I'm almost there... I was hoping you'd remember at first, but now I don't want you to get it right, 'cause right now I want you to feel the pain you caused me when you left without saying goodbye... Mmmm, and you're about to feel it..."

Suddenly, with that last comment, he thought he knew, there was this one girl he knew back when he was in school, who tried talking to him a few times, that could have been this woman who was slowly castrating him right now, but what was her ? Oh fuck, she's about to cum soon, WAIT I got it, "Your is (- deleted for protection-)" He'd gotten it right, but she didn't care anymore, she was so close to cumming, and wanted to castrate him when she did. If he knew her real he might be able to tell the police who had done this to him, it’s better to let him think he failed, and it was time to punish him for that "failure" (in reality she was simply punishing him for never noticing how badly she'd needed him all those years, he had to the ultimate price...)

"Nope...wrong...again...kiss...those...balls...good...BYE!!!" She then had the most intense orgasm in her life as they both screamed as one, though for entirely different reasons. Just like when a man takes a woman’s virginity, only one man ever gets to take a girls virginity, after that her sex-life officially begins, so what she had just done to him was the inverse. Only one woman can ever castrate a man, once she does, it can never happen to him again, and it officially ends his sex-life. When a woman loses her virginity, she will always remember who took it, how it happened and when it happened. This man will always remember this moment. A man can take many women's virginity, though each woman only gets to experience losing hers once, and a woman can castrate many men, but this man is getting castrated right now by this one.

"Too bad you couldn't guess who I am, now you'll never get to have me, like I just enjoyed you... let’s see what’s left down there, shall we?" He was in the most intense pain he'd ever felt, he didn't even need to see, he knew his balls had been destroyed, he'd felt each as they'd ruptured with-in a half second of one another. Even if they had done this in a hospital, with a team of surgical doctors on stand-by, nothing could have been done to repair the damage she had just done to his man-hood. She had done exactly what she'd said she'd do if he failed to remember her . Because his poor memory of names, she'd castrated him, even though his balls were still attached, which made it even worse. If she'd simply cut his balls off, he'd only have been in a fraction of the agony he felt now. As she released the clamps, the blood flow to his formerly round, now flattened testicles, increased, and he was by a new wave of agony, worse than the first...

"OH wow, that has to hurt, Hmmmm, I'm quite proud of this, it’s good you couldn't recall my , (which only she knew was a lie) that was so much fun, damn, I just want to with 'em, now, or at least what’s left of 'em..." she says as she begins to squeeze and squish about the mush and pulp that had once given him his strong sex life and all the pleasure that had given to him. Now his entire world became the horror and agony he felt with his ruined manhood in her hands. "Oh...fuck...please...please..." He says to her, "Please what?" she asks, "Please just cut my balls off, I can't take this anymore..." She responds "Okay, tell you what, I'll make you a deal, if you beg me to cut your penis off right now, which it’s not like you'll have much use for it after today anyways, beg me to cut your cock off, and let me do anything I want with it, and I'll think about cutting your balls off for you, okay, is it a deal?" He did not want to let her cut his penis off, after all he might still be able to get on hormone therapy to regain something of a sex life back, but if he lost his penis, even that would be impossible. The pain was growing worse the longer she played with his crushed testicles, he had no choice, only way to end the pain was to give up his quite large cock...

"Please cut my cock off..." "Oh, so its a deal, wait a second, let me get my purse..." she walked to the table, pulled her cell phone and a knife she carried for self-defense. Clicking her phone on, he hoped she was calling an ambulance for him, or at least a cab to take him to the hospital. She wasn't, she activated her phones video-camera function, aimed it at him and said "Now repeat what you just said, cause no-one will believe it unless I can record it, and I'll need this as my get-out-of-jail-free-card." He knew if he tried to make it sound like she was forcing him to do this, she'd just erase it and make him record it again, until it sounded sincere, and he really needed her to cut that sack of pure agony off as soon as possible. The longer he delayed, the worse it would be. "Please cut my cock off" "Are you sure you want me to do that?" "Yes, please cut it off right now... for me" "Are you absolutely sure, you've got a really nice cock, I'm sure it gives you and the women you're with plenty of pleasure, I mean I'll still do it if you want me to, do you want me to get a bucket of ice to put it in so you can take it to the hospital and have it re-attached?"
He knew how she wanted him to answer that, and if he answered wrong, it would only drag this out even longer... "No, no ice, you can do anything you want with my cock after you cut it off, I just need you to cut it off right now for me, please do this for me, I want you to cut my penis off immediately, do it, quickly, I need this so badly, just cut it off, do anything you want with it, you can keep it, you can throw it in the toilet and flush it down the drain, you can toss it in the fucking micro-wave oven and cook it, you can feed it to a stray dog, do anything you want, I don't care, I'm desperate for you to cut my penis off right fucking now!!"

At that point he was crying into the camera, as he begged her to cut his dick off, finally she stopped recording, saved the file to her phone, and e-mailed a copy of it to her computer at home. Now she had her get-out-of-jail-free-card, she could get back to ending his sex life forever. "That was perfect , you did it perfectly on the first take, so you couldn't guess my , but you did guess that I was going to record and erase and record that until you did it right, well done. Speaking of well done, I think I'll take your suggestion about the micro-wave oven, I'd like your meat cooked, but I think I'd rather leave it medium rare, I like my meat a little bloody..."
Since she'd left that thick, heavy gauge rubber band on his cock, it was simple. She got on her knees between his legs, still sexy as hell in that cheerleader outfit, even with all the pain she'd put him, even though she had his rock hard cock in one hand, and a razor sharp knife in the other, he still thought she was unbelievably sexy. She carefully places the knife just about the rubber band, it would not only prevent him from bleeding to death, but he wouldn't feel any pain as she removed his penis. Not that he could feel much pain that could compare to what his annihilated testicle mash had to be causing him.

She looked him in the eyes, and he looked her in the eyes, and as they stared each other down, she started sawing back and forth with the serrated edge of that folding combat knife she always carried, you never could be too careful. He couldn't feel the actual cutting, but as she sawed back and forth, the serrated edge of the knife caused slight vibrations as it slowly cut his penis off. Those vibrations traveled down into his scrotum, increasing the agony. But he didn't stop looking into her eyes. They kept looking into each other’s eyes, even as the knife finally cut all the way through his penis. She lifted it up, held it between their fields of vision, and knew he'd never get to use this cock again. She smiled, and got out of bed, walked to the small micro-wave, tossed it in, closed the door, and selected to "Cook Dog" function. She selected "Cook One", and the start button. "Okay, I begged you to take my penis, now please cut these balls off, I'm in complete agony here.", "Hey, do me a favor and shut the fuck up, I told you after I cut your penis off and did what I wanted with it, I'd think about cutting your squished balls off, so wait your fucking turn.

**Beep-Beep-Beep**, "Oh boy, snack time!!" she pulled the door open, pulled his cooked sausage out, and climbed back into bed with him. Once again kneeling between his legs, she gently started to blow on his wiener to cool in off, as it was too to eat just yet. He realized this was the last time a woman would ever "blow him", and even as fucked up as this whole situation was, in that outfit, knee-high boots, fishnets, cheerleader uniform, spiked collar, black lip-stick, black eye-liner and eye-shadow, she was still smoking , even as she held his steaming, fresh cooked cock. "So you want a bite?" she offered him, "Fuck you." he responds, "Okay, suit yourself, but you won't be fucking me, or anyone else for that matter, ever again." Satisfied that it was cooled enough to eat without burning her mouth, she wrapped her hand around his scrotum as she brought his penis to her lips, she began to squeeze and squish about what was left of his balls. As she opened her mouth, they looked into each other’s eyes again.
Even now, she was sexier than ever to him, as she played with the testicles she'd destroyed, causing him further agony, he watched in horror as his penis slid between those sexy lips, painted with black lipstick, contrasting the white teeth as they closed down on his penis.

She took her time, savoring every bite, as she slowly bit off, chewed, and swallowed every inch of his once mighty cock. She had started at the base, and ever so slowly worked her way to the tip. Those destroyed testicles felt good for her as she squeezed and mashed them up with her other hand, she could see the agony in his eyes as she continued to torture what was left of his balls. Finally all that was left of his penis was the head; she tossed in the air, and caught it in her mouth. She pushed it between her front teeth with her tongue, and now that she had that hand free, she began using both hands to continue torturing what was left of his fresh crushed nuts.
She smiled a big, seductive grin, the head of his penis visible between her front teeth, framed by that sexy black lipstick she was wearing. Even now she looked .
Having taunted him enough, she chewed up, and swallowed the last of his penis. He actually saw it going down her throat. "How's that for some deep-throat action? Now your penis is inside me, like I wanted it to be back in high school, but if you'd let me do that then, all this wouldn't have been necessary." Okay, you've destroyed my manhood, please cut my balls off like you said you would." he begged, she answers him "See, just like back in high school, you're still not paying attention to me, I never actually told you, or promised you I'd cut your balls off, or what’s left of your balls off, I said I'd think about cutting them off." One of her hands stops abusing the ruined testicle matter, points a finger to her chin as she tilts her head seductively in a impression of someone thinking, "Okay, I've thought about it..." she gets off of him, out of bed, walks back to her purse, he's expecting her to get another rubber band and the knife so she can cut his sack off and end his torture.

She gets back into bed, and places a rather long piece of duct tape over his mouth, with his goatee and other facial hair under the duct tape, not only could he not get it off his face by himself, when someone finally did take it off, it would hurt like fuck. Next she takes a pen apart, grabs the ink cartridge/barrel, and blows the ink out of it. Once it was empty enough to blow through, she forced it into his new hole, "Okay, now this straw thingy will let you urinate without letting blood start gushing out where you cock used to be. I've decided not to cut what’s left of your balls off, and I'm going to leave you chained down in here, broken balls and all. I'll for the next 3 days for you to stay here in absolute agony, and leave the Do-Not-Disturb sign on the door. You won't die from dehydration if you're only here 3 days, and once the room is no longer for, someone will find you and for help. Those handcuffs and leg shackles are as police issue, so they'll be able to free you easily. I hate losing a good set of chains like this, but unlike your cock and balls, I can buy a new set of chains. Oh and I'm taking that Hydraulic-Testicle-Crusher of yours with me when I leave. It works perfectly, you did a good job making it, but you don't have any use for it anymore, no more balls to crush. I, on the other hand, plan to use it again, and again, and again, on any man who asks me to, or any who beg me not to who don't deserve to keep their manhood, like you."

She spent the next 2 hours carefully wiping down every place she could have left finger-prints, used bleach to destroy any of her DNA she might of left behind, alcohol to kill any DNA she might have left on him, and make sure he didn't get an infection and die. She didn't want him dead, it was funnier to her to let him live in his current state. Knowing she'd never see him again, she would use the next 3 days to erase any proof they'd ever met, except for her get--of-jail-free card, which she'd load onto a disc, seal it in an envelope and hand it to her lawyer, just in case this ever catches up with her, but it probably wouldn't, though you never could be too careful. As she was about to leave, she realized something, "Ha, it’s funny, you were my first crush in high school, and with that amusing toy you built, you were my first crush again! Anyways, enjoy the next 3 days big man, oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you're not a man anymore. You penis was very yummy, I don't know which part of this date I enjoyed the most, crushing your balls, or eating you penis. I'll have to try this again sometime, thanks babe." She left, locked the door, and they never saw each other again, Every time he heard on the news that another man had been found in a hotel room missing a penis and testicles destroyed, He knew she was still having fun with his toy. He was her first crush; he was definitely not her last crush.


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