“Stoppp!…no!…no!…my balls…Oh God stop…your going to crush them…please! Don’t break my balls…oh please my balls!….oh fuck! Uuhhaaaaa you’re crushing them!”

He had no cock. The only visible signs of masculinity was the nearly unrecognisable, shiny swollen purple sack she gargled and munched on between her teeth, ignorant of his cries. Between her legs, another orgasmed bubbled and brewed. His increasingly swollen right ball ended up under a canine when he spasmed and caused her to bite down.


A wettish crunch occurred. She felt her canine break the testicles resistance and freely sink in. Her bite was devastating. His ball split rather violently; rupturing: its minced contents burst out into his sac. Her teeth met and the ball broke into two wet masses. She moved the semi-pulp to the back of her mouth and bit down again.  The mulch squelched and dissolved easily, turning to a grainy mush. She tasted something salty as his cum and bits of matter washed around her mouth and she chewed it. 

She orgasmed in a throw. His other ball somehow slipped between her molars on her left side. She opened her mouth wide; another wave hit her, her biggest yet. She gasped and bit down with all her might! 

*CRUNCH!*

A loud wet sound went off inside her head as the testicle exploded in its sack. She bucked in throes as she came and came. His balls reduced to a mushy pulp. His sac an empty skin. The texture was more like a tomato, bursting and firing juice along your tongue. Seeds and bits of wet goop wash around your mouth before you swallow. She let go of the nasty, punctured thing and it slipped pathetically and miserably off her lips. She turned round sat against the work bench, fingering away. The wooden thumps and taps as his limbs knocked and jolted around in inconceivable pain. His shins wiggled and shook either side of her head before suddenly hanging still as he passed out. 

She sat there, idly rubbing her clit post orgasm, tears of euphoria spilling out as she lived the moment.