If its too long, dont read it.

https://thesun.co.uk/news/3656602/youtub...paper-scissors/

This kid lost his testicle, the girl was an martial arts expert. Women self defense classes really teaches them how to kick, squeeze and break balls. A few local girls would hide the fact and use every technique at full force to boys when I was at a semi-public boarding school northern PA. When you leave school grounds out into the county and surrounding, anything goes, even your balls. Not every boy was unfortunate enough to lose a testicle but locals involved heard of a boy losing testicle every year. Squeezing, twisting and pulling should never be underestimated. It had castrated one. The fact the ideological atmosphere in social work and community were occultist radfems. The ones teaching, gave full pentegram and triple goddess blessings for girls to bust and break boys. Thats how i got involved, mixed with girlpower and womanpower dvds being played in local community lesiure rooms paved the way to femdom kink. I was bullied by an older girl at summer camp, socially and physically. I was invited to a small stream ravine area. When i got my first kick i never expected it, swift BOOM, her sandal foot from my front lodged deep up my flimsy thin swim-shorts, sharp throbbing visceral pain and humiliations penetrated deep into my spirit. The girl group watched, 2 women (special activities director and camp counselor) watched nearby from 13 yards without any interference. I said "boys are born physically stronger, thats our advantage in sports and we should be picked first for athletic jobs" 3 days earlier in a larger group discussion. I felt tricked being invited by 2 random girls to the river area. By 30 minutes, i got up wiping my tears and a boner emerged, i casually crawled and dragged my soft-firm young butt into the river to cool off my erection so the women dont see it and get into more trouble. My swim-shorts were off-white translucent, they were given for free by camp since its thin, cheap and auto massed produced by machine almost completely including sloppy machine stitching. Only waist band had hand work. The netted front flaps inside swim trunks were small. Any "boner" pop, as girls called it then, would bounce cock to left or right thigh, exposing shaft and bell tip to translucent polyester slab. When wet, practically perfect details. I was pulled out immedaitely by activities director and she saw it. I was marked as the boy with ballbusting boner, the word "ballbusting" was used by women but never sexually. Rather brutality to boys privates or fighting patriarchal norms. I could feel the pain shifts, twitching ball-pain extruding to my prostate, seminal vesicles and bladder, throbbing them. I was leaking urine on its own. Stomach sick, but not puking.




I was a teen browsing gif and youtube, occassionally i stumble across videos of boys slammed in the balls by girl and woman in video dont care, some punish the boys, those are the situations that cause ballbusting fetish in my opinion. " Thats how it should be, your sex parts' pecking orders are beneath women and girls.

It started out girlpower girlbullying during preteen to early teen.


Then the male grow to heavier stuff as few years later mid puberty and ready for sex. As if a local dianic witch casted a spell. In my case, i was really into it.


https://xnxx.com/video-zi0mlfd/expose_balls_for_ballbusting

https://xnxx.com/video-11i0xha1/ballbusting_martial_arts_kicks

This was totally me, except soccer-girl would use a butch radfem's empty cabin-shed. Music quietly played were usually from Golden Rod studio per butch witch's music collection.. Womyn voices and musician throughout. The queer butch watches from all angles while i'm strung up and fully exposed (she always pull the underwear off) so when its her turn, butch witch could savour her barefoot impact and deep tangle in balls. I almost hated when it was her turn because she would turn my balls purple and swollen worse than the soccer girl but something about her brutality made me fully erect and wanting to cum immediately and she uses that to expertly tease me into taking more. She always finish it with handjob or footjob. Vaginal or anal when lucky. I would collapse after squirting as the pain from smashed balls and thrashed cock sets in. She always try for post orgasm torture and post orgasm ballbusting on me. Then i regret cummin front of others watching it tgrough window, real humilation front of womyn. After a week, i'm aroused again and ready to offer myself. The queer butch witch needed the sadism release to build arousal with her lesbian partner,her partner was also a top but watching on willing boy was enough to stir her arousal. After squirting into the room, then their infamously barbaric post-orgasm ballbusting cock-thrashing. They untie me and kick me out the cabin-shed immediately. Didnt bother cleaning the floor or walls before "doing it".

The soccer girl sometimes kick sharply with toes forward, once putting all kicking force into tiny square inch, almost castrating me. Needing to drain blood from testicle to save it.

Occassional mounting on boner by queer butch witch was a treat but i was always in spread bondage. Signaling she's not servicing a male, i'm servicing her and she mounts however she wants without my say.


https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f2624db704ac

https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e600e5d65f9c

Totally was me as teen dominated to the limit except a cabin-shed, not an apartment. I fell out with soccer-girl at 16 and I stayed as butch witch's sub until late 18 when i moved states. She had her lesbians to stimulate her orgasms. I was mainly her sadism vessel and i liked exposing myself to dominant women when i'm in position of submission.

The area in north PA and Binghamton, NY was a haunt for Goddess worshipping movement. By the time Guru Rasa Von Werder / Kellie Everts officially moved in, it already reached past its peak few years before. There were lot of conscious energy of womyn first, socially, physically, economically and sexually. To offset thousands of years of patriarchy and bring matriarchy society back. Idea was the sky's cosmo alignment is shifting back to matriarchy era amongst the dianic wiccan crowd.

I was given this article by a local and it stayed with my mind. I was failing few courses in school and my grades where below average compared to girls.

http://embodimentofgod.com/college-of-the-gender-war/hero-fantasies-men-legends-minds/

A proverbial lesson to girls was "grab em by the balls and dont let go", meaning succeed wherever you are and push forward, dont feel guilt, be ruthless. Win in sports, extend your lead further. Take mentorship and resources, graduate, earn much as you can, nobody has to know where your money is, redirect money back into country to reinvest into your career and expand your business, leaving boys in the dust. There were countless mentorship for girls and motivation support from adult women in the region.

While i was scared to earn 1 dollar per hour more than local girls average jobs.. I was part time yard work and pool boy at min wage during weekday afternoons and evenings and weekend flexible hours. Boarding school was a rural-suburb stretch so adults had to drive me to theur properties. A a few wicked witches at local crafting club would go on long rants if i earned a dollar hourly more than girls. Years later while i was attending college, girls were taking 40$ per hour placements during 2nd to 3rd year. I came back one summer, "Dont blame girls and women, take responsiblity for your own failures, are you going to cry after being dominated again??" said the same radfems.

They seen me at summer outdoor camp for years and around the area since i arrived at 12-13 as a foster. They were always brutal to me socially and spiritually. Few years later, they knew i was a ballbustee for a queer butch and watched bdsm through cabin windows throughout years.they seen me destroyed. They seen my boner squirt multiple orgasms while in bondage, butch witch and her partner begin post-orgasm ballbusting and boner thrashing while bell tip was still dripping, then brutalized till i used every energy to attempt shutting my legs, spread wide by the ankles and knees. Wishing i never had balls, i cried them to neuture me, they mocked me and genuinely laughter. Not the kinky stuff. They seen my face busted in, body used as boxing bag, smooth glowing butt spanked and caned over years til rough shape. Seen my boyparts crushed under barefoot till i fainted, with their amusement.

Here they were, denigrading me a few years later for being worthless. It felt like i was thrown into a meatgrinder figuratively. They knew the ins and outs socially, even the looks of my anus and inner. That i never seen.


http://embodimentofgod.com/uncategorized/xxviiimale-masochism/

Years later i stumble upon this article it all made sense. A few pictures down has a pair of detached bare testicles outside the scrotum. She was probably encouraging local girls and women to be brutal, along motivated by Germaine Geers book the beautiful boy. Had zero qaulms about seeing me nude. Others like Ruth Rhiannon Barret and her circle had influenced the area for years before but differently, mainly through events and books. It was more idealogical and philsophical seperatistism than engaging with males.though social any engagement meant on her terms and not his. They called ballbusting hackeysack or nutcracker in 70s - 80s apparently and yes, masochism appears. They know full well by 90s.

I once had 1 inch of scrotum scraped open through butch domina's big toe and blood slowly dripped out as she continued kicking freshly opened balls. Lower my ceiling strung wrists by a spool, kept my ankle ropes, dropped me to floor, her barefoot stomped and pressed opened balls against the floor. I was still erect with pre-cum oozing on tip, but slowly deflating, I would had done anything to cum those days, which i lose the privilege if i summon my given safeword - some sort of dianic witchcraft phrase. Describing the color changes through the opened sac as her other barefoot drops full weight on my pre-cum tipped boner against my left thigh. I cant remember much of it, she was standing and bending her knees forward, left-to-right continuously to grind her weight on balls against her cabin-shed's wood floor and full weight on right knees as her body leaned towards it. "You wish to be ridden?", take it.

Her spellcasting partner was harnessing energy. She said to butch witch, "his face is changing color". I soon passed out. She was tribbing her partner outside when i came around. Saw her head by window, partber's leg on her shoulders, grinding their hips. She kept her promise and rode me immediately afterwards without needing a douche washing. Mounting my "boner" on same position I was crushed earlier. She spooled my wrists rope upwards, ensuring my hands cant interfere her movements. My shoulders were inches off the floor in odd predicament like a rag doll, my foot slightly swelled pinkish in ankle roped.
Cummed 5 times and begged to stop, the deers could hear from windows that august late evening. When she grips her vaginal muscles angling her g spot, i lose control and cum easily.

Got myself stitched up that night, told the doctor it was a sports accident.

I never shared my early bdsm history in details because people in person are usually uncomfortable hearing the slightest bit. I was once an attractive boy and lost opportunity for Holister/Abercrombie and Fitch modelling because my boarding school wouldn't bend the schedule for my travels. I spent all my youths in a very extremely leftist area, it'll make Joe Biden look like a right wing nationalist in comparison. I continue to live in a leftist big city because thats what i feel comfortable with. It became part of me.

I frequently got my balls kneed, stomped and kicked up out of my mouth figurative, butch domina said. "When you see stars and vision blur but boner still hard, you know you are a true bottom and only liberal areas can fill your needs". I was never castrated but my sperm levels seem low and both balls changed shapes prenamently - crushed into almost a mini pumpkin shape, with prenament tiny bumps that confuse my female doctor. They're healthy and functional, but lower sperm count and 2 burst mini vessel by "high blood pressure locally" in my balls. I know it was one of the butch witch's stomped and kicks, her squeezes and twists while brutal, wouldnt burst anything. If i take picture of erect cock from top side and underside, you could see burst tubes healed and especially underside, dented crushed spots vertically along erect shaft by crushing her weight on it over years because the queer witch was 200 lbs and i was 120-140 through the years she topped me. She liked showing it to her lesbian partner and she would join in sometimes - she liked collecting the energy for dianic rites. Appearantly making me cum while crushing my boyparts under their barefeet was a gold mine of intense energy and variety of different energies. My twisted, bursted and dented parts could prove problematic in the future, my doctor said. It looks the same as the day i left the northern PA and Binghamton NY area - aged late 18, by late 19 i was fully gone and forget, used and discarded meat. To Chicago I went. Everything was functional when butch witch last mounted em with a mighty grip. I'm still mid 20s and not enjoying my life today anyways, it shouldn't matter. I want to return the exciting days of youth when everything was thrilling adventure.

There are probably lot more i forget.. Im letting my history out if i accidently overdose and die in this lonely bustling city, maybe my thoughts and feelings are immortalized through texts, deep corners of internet on Domina.ms.