A Real Ballbuster

As day becomes night I retire to my bed. As I lay awake I reminisce about all the nuts I've crushed. My hand massages my pussy I think about Marcus. He was a nobleman that I kicked in the scrotum a few years ago. I was wearing a pair of wedge sandals made from hard wood, the straps brown leather.

Marcus was a handsome man. Blonde and tan with an athletic body. He was use to having his way with women. We were alone one summer evening out in the castle courtyard. The sky was clear and the twin moons were full adding their glow to the oil lamps hanging from decorative poles along the edges of the courtyard.

As we spoke he decided to be cheeky. He fondled my left breast with his hand and tried to talk me into bed. That's when I kicked him hard right in his scrotum. I remember the look of shock on his face as my sandaled foot smashed his testicles into his abdomen. His eyes widened and his mouth opened into an O shape. Then his eyes closed tight as he gasped for air like a fish out of water. His knees buckled and his hands grabbed his crotch as he danced around before falling to the ground.

I summoned my guards and they took him to the dungeon. The next day I ordered his castration. After his damaged balls were cut off I had them placed into a jar of formaldehyde. He was the first man I kicked in the nuts.

From my bed I can see his broken balls in a jar on a shelf . I look at his smashed testicles as I masterbate. By the Goddess I love ballbusting. After I bring myself to climax I fall asleep and dream of men naked from the waist down all with broken balls.