“What is the allure of this to you?” The question sat at the forefront of the young woman’s thoughts. It was a simple question, but one that invoked a deep response. The young woman reflected on how her cravings first started. As a kid, once she found out boys had different parts it piqued her interest. What does it look like? Does it work the same way? When she got a little older, she began to notice a trend in both real life and media- the joke of hurting balls. At first she didn’t understand it but she came to realize that a boy’s testicles could be easily hurt. “Why is this so funny?” She would think to herself- until she got to experience it first hand.
Play wrestling with a younger family member, she was in a bind until she went for his crotch. His pants were thin and she could make out the odd shape of his genitals, though she still did not know what they looked like. Grabbing them, he let out a yelp and quickly scrambled to get off of her. She didn’t understand why he was so upset, she barely grabbed him- but in a way, she felt almost.. satisfied. As if his strength meant nothing if she could simply grab him there. The idea stuck with her.
The next evolution of her obsession would come during sex ed class later on. She was introduced to what the male genitals looked like, how it worked. It fascinated her. Sexual organs so controlling and masculine- yet exposed and vulnerable. How could something result in so much testosterone and masculinity yet also be so fragile and easily manipulated by a supposedly weaker sex? At this point she felt she absolutely had to feel it for herself- to feel the penis and testicles in her hand and experiment with different types of stimulation just to have fun and see his reactions. The boys in the class made it worse. Constantly bragging about their sizes and manhood. Oh how she wanted to bring them low. To just pull one in a closet and take his pants down revealing his little erect penis and balls. She would suck on it, relishing the strange taste of his cock and the sudden rush of salty and thick sperm as it raced down her throat. To hear him begging her to release but why? His balls in her hand, he would be at her mercy. She would bite them, suck on them and relentlessly pinch them. The squishy yet somehow hard feeling of each testicle straining underneath her pressure. He can push her away, sure, but not when his manhood is at risk. Her panties would soak and her now adult body would shudder with excitement at the thought.
Her last years of college sealed the deal. One night at a party, two boys wanted to have a threesome with her in a bedroom away from the partygoers. This was her chance- to fulfill her craving. She teased and played with both boys as their cocks stood fully erect. The smaller boy was to be the lucky one- she quickly finished his penis off. As he shot his cum across her face, he immediately passed out from a mix of pleasure and intoxication. The other, waiting patiently, was now ready for her. She climbed on top of him, sliding his penis inside her. It felt wonderful to her and to see his face twist in pleasure as her tight pussy clenched around his cock was arousing. She reached behind, grabbing his balls as she straddled him. The thought dawned on her to reverse cowgirl his cock so his balls would be even easier to get to. Unaware of her plan, the poor boy was excited at the thought. She grabbed his balls- huge by comparison to the other boy. They filled her hand and she began to pull and squeeze hard. She remembered him actually saying he liked it and that he enjoyed the idea of cbt. That made her chuckle. Truth be told, the sex was good and she relished in holding her weight on him as he pumped his cum inside her. Some rushed out and covered her hand as she still held his balls. The way they shuddered and retracted with each pulse was equally arousing and fascinating to her. Unfortunately for him- she did not get up. She spent the next half our tuning out his pleas for her to stop as she played brutally with his sack. They hang low, now turning purple. As a final act, she slid back onto his face and made him eat her out as she nibbled on his fleshy testicles. The crunching notice they made as she bit down hard was all she needed. Her orgasm on his face signified the culmination- and satisfaction of- her craving.
To this day they still talk, of course. At first she felt bad for his ruptured testicles but she likes him better without his balls. However, she knew it would never truly end. Her house is now adorned with the male genitalia- pillows with penises on them, shelves of shriveled testicles and now hoping to get a penis on display.
Her fantasies still persist- a female led world, cbt, castration and ballbusting taught publicly and widely accepted. The male testicles under the female sole and in her palm. But, until then she’ll have to settle for her sweet submissives and of course- her lovingly submissive cuck of a husband and his purple balls.