“God; you have no idea how much I love saying this: I’m going to pop your balls professor. Yep! I’m going to take those big juicy, cum-filled balls of yours, and I’m going to pop them. I am going to squeeze them flat; and all that Oh so precious cum of yours is just going to come spilling out. Your big testicles cracked open like walnuts in my hands. All your power, all your future children destroyed in my grasp, turned to a pathetic, formless mush of man meat haha! Oh God look at your face aha!”


“Just imagine the pain Adam; I’m going to call you Adam from now on. Professor is a senior, powerful term, and once I’ve destroyed your massive balls, you’re not going to have any power any more. You feel me squeezing now: the pain is like a thousand times that; it’s indescribable, excruciating. So thrilling to watch as you scream and tense up as the worst pain possible obliterates you. I just find it all so hot!”


“I just love the irony of it all. The big dick sexy professor, who cheats on his wife with his hot students, castrated just like that. Powerful to powerless. It’s just so inconsequential for me. I just squeeze your little grapes and “pop pop”, you no longer have any balls haha!“


“Oh and what a pair of balls they were Adam! They’re massive! Low hanging and dangly, oh my God they’re perfect! And this dick too, oh my word. Seven veiny heavenly inches; and I don’t doubt you know how to use it haha. And I’m going to take it all away from you; just like that: crushed in the palms of my little hands. Like Embarrassing! Such a stud, transformed to no more fucking college girls: no more sex with your wife. No chance of children, and all because I broke your fragile little testicles”


“They’re so stupid anyways, like: why did nature make them this way. All your testosterone, all your sperm and cum, all your aggression and vigour, all packed into this two fragile meaty little grapes. No protection, no protective shell: just bouncing and dangling outside your body. Waiting for anyone to just snatch them up and squeeze! Men have decided everything and what the fuck were we doing! Like why didn’t some girl grab any of the pair of testicles in history and take charge. That just as much failure on our part as mother natures’ is on yours”


“It’s just so fascinating how an average busty undergrad with a fetish for castration can just destroy your life like that, Haha. But no, in all seriousness you did do that yourself when you cheated on your wife the first time, and all the times since. And now I, acting for justice, get to set all that right, and I get to enjoy it too! Watching you tug against those restraints, watching your limbs spasm as you thrash, God you have me dripping”


“I know you know this but you’re not getting out of those restraints. This is not the first time I’ve done this Adam; it’s not even the tenth. You would not believe how many men I’ve neutered, and you would not believe how skilled I’ve become at doing it. It’s not just the act itself: it’s the preparation, setting the trap, springing it, and then there’s the build up, the torture, the methods, that’s where we are now. There’s the explaining and the breaking down of their will. Then there’s the most important bit, the castration, and then finally theirs my favourite part: watching the realisation and pain in their eyes as they realise what’s been done to them. What I’ve done to them”

“I am going to castrate you Adam, and I’m doing it for my own sexual pleasure. Such a life changing act for you, just to get me off. That’s how unimportant you are, how weak and pathetic. You are quite something right now; your package is a girls dream, we both now that. But soon, when I decide, that’s all going to come crashing down. You’re nothing Adam. I’m talking to an ex-man, a pre-eunuch. Hey! Listen to me! Don’t think your pain excuses you from listening to me! Feel that! I’m going to keep on doing that if you don’t calm down and listen. Manners Adam! I like manners, so if you don’t want me doing that to you again you will use them. There’s few gentlemen left and I don’t expect me gouging my fingers into your balls to excuse you from that so quiet down!…there, that’s a lot better thank you very much” 

“I know you’re not going to be a man much longer but that does not excuse you from acting like one in the mean time. Your crying isn’t attractive Adam, and it’s not going to make me stop haha. Dick is amazing, especially ones like yours, but even you pale in comparison to the feeling of a pair of testicles giving in your grasp, or splitting between your teeth, or flattening under your feet. Just as you can’t imagine the pain you’re going to experience, you can’t imagine the pleasure I’m going to experience. I know philosophically you’re not more important than me, and I have no right to castrate you, but I don’t care Adam! It’s what I live for, and your just going to have to deal with that”


“It’s too fun anyway haha. All the different techniques, and all the cute little reactions. The shouting and aggression, then the begging and pleading, the crying and wailing, then the screaming, and finally the silent breathing and gasping for breath. All the adorable physical reactions too: sweating, twisting, thrashing, tensing, thrusting if it’s a hard blow, yanking at the restraints, flinging your head side to side, the eyes rolling into the back of your head and squeezing them shut, the crying and sobbing. Every phase is so stimulating to watch and every man, haha sorry, ex-mans reactions are different, but in some ways they’re all the same: they just can’t cope. They just can’t stand the pain of having their testicles crushed, or minced, or stabbed”