“Now to commit the deed!”, I said excited.
“With pleasure, Master!”, Huckleberry replied and handed me the elastrator, which was my favorite tool for castration play. But this time there was no part of cutting the rubber band before there was just pain and no damage.
I put the rubber band on it, fixating it on all four sides and used the mechanism to stretch it, taking Ben’s balls and, without giving attention to Ben’s fear filled sounds, pulled them with rough power through the band.
Nice and tight, that was the way to do it. Nearly all of his scrotum on the deadly side of the rubber band. Later, when a slave looked at it, he would know, that there wasn’t even space left for anything to be there. And while Huckleberry took testosterone, I wanted to go the different direction with Ben, feminizing him and making him a castrated sissy.
“Here, Master.”, Huckleberry handed me the next tool. It consisted of two thick, sharpened knitting needles attached to two cables which connected to a on and off switch above four connected car batteries.
I took one of the needles and took Ben’s scrotum. Ben had gotten some experience with cock and ball torture after he became my slave, but also from his first girlfriend which had been an older lady looking for some fun with a young male which would do everything she said. This included ball busting, when she had had a rough day at work and needed some stress relief.
But this was different. The whole apparatus was designed to cook the balls on the inside and not some small medical needles from syringes. And the pain they inflicted had been described to him as “like splitting my balls”. I held Ben’s left testicle firmly in my left hand. And when I pushed them into Ben’s scrotum not only I, but Ben also had goosebumps, when it hadn’t even penetrated the skin yet.
Slowly and with great care the needles pierced the soft skin, which was slowly turning red. A droplet of blood appearing on it. Not yet that painful, but increasing Ben’s muffled screams
Then came the moment of resistance, when the needle dented the left ball. Just a little more pressure, slowly increased to make this moment last, with a sharp acceleration as the outer layer of the testicle got punctured, exposing the softer core to the metal.
While I was pretty much used to it, it still felt wonderful. Ben’s body twitched like mad, the gag and the mask making speech impossible and even nearly totally muffling the screams. Maria also seemed to listen. She liked the gilding of men, and this was the eleventh male on whom I performed this procedure.
I wanted to see them fry and I wanted to smell them fry.
So, I used quite some force to puncture the other side, nearly puncturing the ball sack on the other side.
“Master?”, Huckleberry said, looking concerned at me.
I took several breaths to calm me down.
“To much enthusiasm on my part, Slave.”, I replied. I loved it so much, possible even spoiling the fun for myself. “But you’re right. Everything has to be done properly.”
Huckleberry nodded in agreement and I penetrated the other ball as well and only then piercing the skin a second time.
“Time for the second needle.”