Penis & Testicle Crushing Machine
“Owwww!” the man screams.
Mistress Owners laugh.
The Dommes are enjoying their new hobby: male genital crushing.
Penises are laughable things. The two Dommes find it funny to scratch, scrape and grind what men foolish call their manhood.
Mistress Alanna moves the handle a notch, releasing his penis.
The man screams again as blood floods his bruised penis. Crush and release: each action brings fresh agony.
Mistress Jeri, her girlfriend:
“Crush his testicles. Make him faint.”
Mistress Alanna had planned to postpone that stage. But was happy to oblige Jeri. She would crush his penis again tomorrow.
She pushes the man’s body forward, shoves his scrotal sac into the crusher.
He shrieks. Shouts, unintelligible words. Probably pleas for mercy. Foolish man knows there is no mercy in the house of these sadistic women. Despair makes men beg even when they know their pleas are futile.
Cautiously, slowly, Mistress Alanna tightens the ball crusher. She does not want to destroy his testes. Not yet. She plans to extend his suffering for months.
Discerning that the slave is about to faint, Mistress Jeri jumps down and holds him. The Dommes remove the slave, lock him in his cage.
They look at the male locked in a special bondage frame. He is trembling. He has listened to the other man’s anguished misery. A new chattel, this is his introduction to his Mistress Owners’ vicious cruelty.
“You men think so much of your cocks and balls. You treasure worthless meat. We destroy machismo. Eradicate male ego.”
“As we crush your penis and testicles we crush your heart, mind and – I doubt you have one – soul. You won’t clean our home or cook our meals. You exist only to suffer for our pleasure. Every day will bring pain and tears.”
They pulled him up. Unlocked the bondage frame. Pushed his glans in the crusher. He shouted, begged. Suddenly the pain stopped.
“Since this is your first day we have a special treat for you.”
Mistress Alanna puts on rubber gloves. Pours a thick goo into her hands. Rubs it on the head of the man’s penis. For a fraction of a second he thinks she is applying a soothing ointment.
Then his penis seems to burst into flame. Capsaicin concentrate makes strong, unhurt men cry. His ravaged glans burns with unimaginable agony.
Released from the genital crusher, the slave writhes on the floor. The women watch with enjoyment.
He faints. The Dommes stuff the slave in a tiny cage. He will wake with bent back and twisted limbs. His entire body turned against him.
Left weak and helpless night of muscle spasms, he wakes to see the two Mistresses ready to resume their fun and games.
He bursts into tears. They laugh. He has only just begun to learn the depth of their cruelty.