Sasha's Story
Our relationship was fucked up, but at least we were together.
Then one day he told me he wanted me to ‘band him’. I had no fucking idea what he was talking about and he produced this fucking… machine thing and these really small rubber bands. I said ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ and he said ‘You use this to stretch the rubber band and then you put it round my balls’.
I was like ‘Why?’ and he said ‘It cuts off the blood supply, but you’re only supposed to do it for half an hour at a time…’.
I asked why the fuck this machine existed and he told me it was for castrating animals.
‘I freaked out and we had the biggest row we’d ever had. I told him I couldn’t deal with all this shit anymore, he was too fucking weird. Maybe he should go and find his Goth girl dominatrix and leave me the fuck alone.’
It was a BAD breakup, I cried a lot… but now, I kinda miss it. And I can't stop thinking about banding his balls It makes me WET!
So I’m thinking, maybe I should get back together with him… or maybe YOU want to take his place?
Show me.
Edge your cock and then smack yourself HARD in the fucking balls.