At first, Troy thought he was dreaming. Mushrooms the size of tool sheds, alien noises, an overwhelming array of new scents bombarding his nose. It was the dead of night, and a chilling autumn wind fluttered over the man’s skin. 

“Good evening.” A cold, apathetic voice crawled over Troy’s back. Slow as can be, he turned his head. Directly behind him, squatting on a rock, was a beautiful woman with massive, moth-like wings. She wore an intimidating black dress, and a piercing stare. 

“Mmph! Hmhnmhhh!” It was at that moment that Troy realized he was gagged and bound.

“Your desires are so close to the surface. In light of them, what say you to a deal?”

“MMMMH! Nnhh!” The man struggled.

“Initially, for your disrespect of our land and our garden, we were going to enslave you for life. Luckily for you, you’re a freak,” the mystery fairy growled while circling her captive. “You’ve got a certain fantasy I’ve taken interest in. I wonder, how would you react if I castrated you right here and now?” 
  The woman’s words shocked him. Frozen with fear, he chose not to make a sound. Evidently, he didn’t need to. 

The fairy put a hand over her mouth and stifled a laugh. “Are you getting hard!? You really are into it! Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you. The name’s Belladonna, and I’m gonna be fulfilling your deepest fantasy. I figure both of your balls is payment enough. Misbehave, and I’ll take your cock, too.”
  With a snap of her fingers, Bell rendered Troy exposed and helpless, splayed out on his back. Despite the pain and disorientation, he couldn’t help but notice the fairy removing her shoes. His breathing was heavy and loud in his ears. He was unable to figure out if what he was feeling was fear or feral excitement

“Because I see potential in you, I’ll make your last few minutes with your family jewels at least somewhat pleasurable.” In one graceful moment, the ethereal domina laid her foot upon Troy’s painfully hard cock, and began rubbing back and forth. “You’ve always wanted this, right? Look at you. You’re already close to cumming. I can tell,” Bell growled. As she glared into his eyes, her foot moved down farther between his legs. 

“Mm! Hmmn!” Troy began to panic.

“Keep it up and the whole package goes,” Bell threatened. Through the sensitive skin of his scrotum, the man could feel every curve, arch, and minute detail of her foot. It burned itself into his mind as she pressed a huge amount of weight on his right nut. “Close your eyes, baby. Really feel the moment it gives in.”
  Troy’s cock was as hard as it could get, twitching and leaking as the realization sunk in. He was really gonna lose them. Submitting completely, the broken jock did as he was told. With his eyes shut, he could feel every inch her toes sank in.

“Ready? It’s about to give. Say goodbye!”

*POP-squick* “There we go! How’s that feel? Trust me, there’s nothing salvageable. You’ve only got one left. This the part that really turns you on though, isn’t it? Standing on the edge of permanence, blushing in its light. You like the idea of it being irreversible. Don’t you?” Her foot shifted over to the doomed little ball on the left, and pressed down. “Here’s a closer look at your fate. 10. 9. 8…” she began to contort his final testicle between her gorgeous toes. “7. 6. 5. 4…” she drank in his fear. This was it. “3. 2. 1.”

*POP-crunch*

“Done.” Despite her composed expression, arousal ran down her leg. The fear. Watching them fall unconscious. It was all so addicting ❤️