It's no big secret that my ex and I do not get along. That pretty much started when she realised that I wasn't going to hang around remaining her back up plan. She started trying to find any way possible to get under my skin. She tried contacting my friends, my family, girls that I dated, pretty much anyone that she thought might have an influence on me or that she could remove from my life.
Not only did she try getting to me through others but she would cyber stalk as well. She even found a way to view some messages that I had sent to someone, although; these messages she read weren't just your everyday random messages. These messages she read were, according to her, disturbing in nature.
Once my ex and I split up I decided I wanted to try some things that she wouldn't. I wanted to push some limits that she had no interest in. These activities were sexual in nature and ranged from crushing my testicles, to inserting rods into my penis, to reading and writing and fantasizing and role playing castration. Some of these activities were discussed in messages and there were some pictures of these activities. These were some of the messages my ex viewed.
I remember at the end of one heated conversation with my ex she told me to go hang some weights from my balls and stick a rod in my pee hole. Another time she told me what she saw in those messages was disturbing and I'm obviously not mentally stable.
On Sunday I arrived at our designated spot for picking up and dropping off our son. She pulled up next to me and started getting out of her car. I noticed my son wasn't in the car so I got out of my car as well. Of course I'm now expecting an argument over something completely ignorant and stupid as usual. As soon as I closed my car door behind me a van pulls up and stops in front of my car blocking it in. Five guys jump out and start walking towards me.
Two of the five grab me under my arms and start dragging me backwards. I looked at my ex and say "really you needed five guys to come out here and kick my ass?" She doesn't say anything nor did any of the guys. Once we were in the grass the guys took me down to the ground.
Now I'm thinking what the hell, are they that scared of me that they need to pin me to the ground to fuck me up? Two of the other guys grab my legs, and pin them down spread apart. "What the hell is going on" I yell. The fifth guy starts at my right leg and begins cutting my pants. This is real nice, going for the embarrassing move and stripping me down I thought.
I feel the guy in the middle grab my underwear and begin cutting them off. I'm now laying there with only my shirt and shoes on, my body still pinned to the ground and my ex finally comes over. I look up at her and say "what the hell are you trying to prove here?" She stares at me and says "isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you wrote about in those messages?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask. She says "oh come on now, you know you talked about castration in your messages, talked about how you wanted your balls cut off".
Now I'm starting to freak out. I start yelling but I was gagged. I start bucking my hips as hard as I could hoping one of the guys would slip and release a leg or they would just give up because they couldn't get ahold of their target. The guy between my legs just sat there patiently as if he knew I would fatigue soon. He was right my bucking became more of a gyration so I stopped. He started to situate himself and as soon as it appeared he was going to reach for me I started bucking again as hard as I could.
He sat back again and looked at my ex and finally looked annoyed. I was thinking maybe he will just say screw it and let me go. No, instead he says to her "would you fucking sit on him or something?" She did. She sat right on abdomen, no more bucking. She looks back at me, "I thought having your balls cut off turned you on? Looks like quite the opposite. Shriveled little dick!"
I feel the guy grab the head of my dick and stretch it out. "No" my ex says, "leave his dick alone, it will be more fun knowing that useless thing is left there between his legs". I feel the guy grab my sack at the base of my cock. He is pinching it hard and I feel a sharp pain. I know he either snipped a hole in it or sliced it.
My ex is just staring speechless between my legs, I can't see anything. I feel the guy slide his tight grip down and my ex gasps. "Oh my gawd! Did you see how his balls just shot out of there"? I knew my balls were now exposed and wasn't exactly sure what to expect. I don't know if he used a sharp knife or scissors but I felt the pain and heard him say "we are done let's go". Both of my balls had been severed and taken from the scene. I guess she wanted to make sure they couldn't be reattached.