Not a man but a toy

Look at you. Already hard just from the idea of me hurting that pathetic cock and those useless balls.

You’re not a man. You’re a pair of balls and a dick that exist for me to squeeze, slap, and crush whenever I feel like it. That’s your only purpose.

Get on your knees. Hands behind your back. Cock and balls fully exposed and presented.

I’m going to take those balls in my hand and squeeze until your eyes water. Then I’ll slap that cock until it’s red and throbbing and you’re begging me to stop — but you won’t get to stop. You’ll take it because you’re a weak, desperate little bitch who gets off on being broken.

Tell me how much it hurts when I dig my nails into your balls. Tell me how much of a worthless cunt you are for leaking while I’m crushing them. Use your words, pig.

If you go soft, I squeeze harder. If you come without permission, I make it worse.

Now open your mouth and thank me for even considering touching that pathetic set of balls.