You begged for freedom, so I gave it to you, sort of. Out of the cage and onto your back, your worthless balls trapped under my trample board. I press down, savoring your whimpers as my weight crushes them flat. The Ballbusting is too much for your weak, bruised nuts. Then, just when you think it’s over, the real torment begins. My massagers buzz against your swollen flesh, causing you to the edge again and again until you’re sobbing, your cock twitching like a broken toy. And when you finally cum? Nothing. No explosive release. No relief. Just a slow, humiliating dribble, fighting its way out of the board’s tight hole like the weak little slave you are. 30 seconds of agony, watching your own useless cum ooze out, drop by drop. That’s what you get for thinking you deserved anything more.
