The idiot that started this shit (man)

Regret fills your body as agony floods your senses as a ghost you summoned squeezes your nuts through your gym shorts. Your eyes rolled back a bit as drool flowed down your face, tears beginning to join them as it tightened it's vice like grip around your sack, one ball in each of its vicious hands as they oozed around its fingers. Your cock twitches from the agony, going hard to try to avoid the **** itself as the ghost's womanly voice purred into your ear about how she was going to have fun busting your balls tonight.

"They're so squishy," she says as she grinds her thumbs into your balls, rubbing painful circles into them in some sick massage. You could see glimpses of her body as she flickered like a dying light and she was hot, so you figured ot could be worse, but this was still pretty bad. You can't fight back, she's a ghost. You can't escape, you'd just pull your sack in the process and that would be even more painful. So, you were stuck, unable to do anything as she tightened her grip even more. Nausea bubbled in your stomach and you were sure your face was losing it's color as your nuts got squished in her delicate looking hands.

"Fuck..." you groan as white hot agony floods your balls.