He had gone insane: squirming and shouting, sometimes lucid, sometimes gibberish.

“NOOO PLEASE AHGFUCGG UHHHAAHHHHGGGGAAAA PWEASE”

She didn’t hear it; her fingers already between her thighs. She was close and she hadn’t even begun! She leaned forward and licked his scrotum. He thrusted desperately, trying to get his cum factories away from her. This only served her purpose though; with his balls lifted she got her chin under them and they plopped into her wide gaping mouth. She wrapped her lips around the base of his scrotum while running her tongue in circles around his babymakers. 

Despite what would be considered a pleasureable experience in ignorance of the context, he shrieked and screamed and thrashed against his restraints in protest, but he only exhausted himself while she got used to manoeuvring testicles in her mouth. She greedily soaked up his panic and screaming between her legs as she played with his balls in her mouth. 

His precious testicles: so valuable, so fragile. She thought back to her last experience: one bite, and they squished into mincemeat, oozing out between her teeth, the mush flattening and moulding itself around her molars while she chewed disappointed, breaking up the remaining solid bits. This time she would be more careful. She had practised with grapes, gently nibbling and jabbing with her teeth without splitting them open. It had taken her quite a while. She had gone through several boxes of grapes, splitting open, turned to a grainy jelly with juice spilling everywhere. She had fingered herself in the bath with a pair in her mouth, biting down as she climaxed, chewing and swallowing them and the juice, imagining they was a pair of man fruits.

She twisted and moved her head around, trying to position a ball between her molars, gulping and wriggling like a seagull swallowing a rat whole. She then slowly applied minuscule pressure. She felt her molars sink in to the resistance point and stayed there, her teeth pressing in. In fear he had stopped thrashing. He was clever enough to realise sudden movements would result in series damage to his balls. That was the last thing on earth he wanted.

She started pressing down harder with her molars, feeling his balls flatten out slightly. The man tensed so hard he had muscle spasms as he keened and begged her not to.

“Please don’t do this, please. I’m sorry, just please don’t castrate me. I haven’t done anything wrong! I beg you, please just don’t hurt my balls. I have a girlfriend, please! For her, not for me, don’t take my balls”

In response she bit harder. He jolted and roared in pain as her molars sank into him. She started biting down harder one side at a time: left right left right left right, tightening and reducing the pressure. He started having a panic attack while she played with him, rubbing her soaking clit. After several more minutes of grinding away at his testicles with her molars, his balls slipped out her mouth, shiny with saliva. Through tears and hyperventilation he looked down between his legs. 

Looking him straight in the eye with sadistic glee, she squeezed his balls to the end of his sac until they bulged, the capillaries bursting. She grinned at him and opened her mouth as wide as possible. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in terror. 

*snap*

Nothing happened. The sound was her teeth clanking against each other as she snapped her empty mouth shut. She laughed at him; him bewildered, looked her questioningly in the eyes. 

Suddenly she yanked his balls to the left so their longer side was at a right angle to her pretty face. She bit down. This time he did scream in pain.

“AUUUHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!”