This fresh slave shows up nervous, thinking he can handle me. Wrong. I test every limit with his worthless balls - kicking them hard until he doubles over, slapping the dangling sack until it's swinging red, punching deep into his nuts to watch his face contort. I squeeze them in my fist like stress balls. Then the real fun: whipping those swollen orbs, cracking the crop across them for precision sting, caning them until purple welts rise. And my favorite - grabbing his balls and dragging him around the room like a mutt on a leash, making him follow behind Me while I yank harder. He whimpers, but these are My Toys now, and I break them how I want. Every hit, every tool shows him his place - owned, ruined, addicted to the pain. First time? Just the warm-up. You ready to be next?
