Alison
I detach it. He is not able to do anything, he just squeezes his legs and holds his testicles in his hands, eyes closed and facial features tense.
"We do not have time for that, if you want I'll take care of your balls when we're finished, if you still have, for now I have to try to castrate you, remember ?"
He does not answer. I pass behind him, sneaks my hand between his legs and catches his scrotum. as soon as I began to touch his testicles he began to struggle and moan. He did not hesitate to remove his gag, that's good.
I make him get up, I force him to put both hands behind his back under penalty of strengthening the pressure on his testicles. I say to myself that these organs are really made to put men at our feet. I tie his hands in the back with a pair of handcuffs, it's easier to do with one hand free, since the other still holds his scrotum.
Once I order him to sit in front of the bed and spread his legs, so that I attach them to the feet of the bed. At first he refuses, and he is so hurt that he can scarcely spread them. I sigh, I start to get impatient. I squat between his legs and I take his scrotum in my hand. He understood and he spreads slowly, painfully legs while I knead his balls gently, which is already terribly pain. I love this feeling.
Then I tie his neck to the crossbar of the bed, so that it does not bother me.