The kiosk

He takes a turn and runs over to the kiosk, with your tunic still in his mouth. A queue of pretty, tall girls is lining up in front of it. The dog shoots through the group, and: "Outta my way!", you try to get through as well... not a good idea when you're above 100kg. You push the first girl away, slip and carry multiple girls away, resulting in all of you falling down now. "What the fuck, dude?", a tall, thin girl shouts at you and slaps your cheek. "I told to to get out of my way!", you yell back. "Why are you so plump, bitches?" And she suddenly changes her facial expressions. "How dare you?", she hisses. "You're a fat little boy, with a-", she looks down on your private parts- "one centimetre penis. And oh, are these raisins supposed to be your testicles?", she grins. You blush and rapidly cover your dick with your hands. "Because they're not. You've got a fucking pussy down there." She spits in your face.

"Listen, I'm sorry", you mumble, now absolutely humbled. "I don't think you are", she is hissing angrily. "You're not sorry, you're embarrassed." - "But I am!", you protest. She smirks. "Prove it. Show us that tiny manhood." And obeyingly, you stutter "Yes, beauty", and take your hands away. She laughs sneeringly. "God, you can't even play with yourself." You start to get angry again. "Not your business, girl." Next to you, a worker puts his toolbox down. Next to it, screws and a big hammer.

And now she giggles. "It's not my fault you're not a man." - "Yes, I am!", you shout, way louder than you intended to. "No, you're not!", she yells back. "YES, I AM A MAN, YOU COO!", you scream, and in anger you spit in her face. "NO", she yells and grabs the hammer right next to her. And she smiles- "You're not a man." And with immense power, she swings the hammer and rams it right into your tiny worthless family jewels.

"NYEAAUUUGHHHHAHAHHHH!!!!!!", you screech in the voice of a little girl. (She is right, you don't sound like a man anymore-) And paralized, you fall down on the floor. "MY BALLS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY..." and you're crying, coughing, drooling. The girls are just laughing at you, and filming you even. You're just rolling on the floor, filled with a pain of a level you'd never even come close to before. "Oh my...balls...", you're moaning. "My...manhood..."

Finally the pain is releasing a bit. Your dick is cumming, covered in semen, and when your fingers touch your nutsack, you realise your balls are...gone. Mashed into pulp. Not going to make children anymore in your life... no testosterone for you anymore. "And?", she asks you, coldly looking down at you, rolling on the wet floor. "Still a man?" She has broken you. "No", you whimper. "I'm not a man, you have taken my manhood. You have castrated me, turned my testicles into mashed potatoes." The girls laugh their ass off. "I own you now", the girl responds. "Stand up, ****." And oh, you remember the law here...if a woman castrates a man, she owns him like a ****...

"We will turn you into a good ****, my tiny pussy", she grins. You moan. "Yes, mistress. I'm Justus, mistress."

"I'm Lola." God, she is beautiful, you think. "We're gonna have so much fun together, my little chubby ****!"