You begged me to hurt you again. So I brought something new. This time I’ve got you trapped in a little home-brewed contraption: a custom ballbusting board. Your cock and balls are squeezed through a hole, pinned flat against the wood. There’s no moving, no squirming, just exposure. You’re completely helpless, and I’m already laughing. You see the iron pipe in my hand. You know what it means. I start slow, just to make sure you really feel it. A few measured strikes, some generous pauses. I even let you think I might go easy on you. But then the real beating begins. I smack, slam, and crunch your balls with the pipe like I’m rolling out dough made of pain. You try to escape once, your balls slipping out of the board. Big mistake. I shove them back in and punish you for it. By the end, I’m done with you. Just tired of your whimpering and whining. So I walk away and leave you there: used, aching, and still trapped. Just how you like it.
