Isabella arrived at our apartment early in the afternoon, and I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked in. She had long, brown hair in a ponytail, bright green eyes, and a body that could make any man's head turn. I stared as she pulled her yoga pants up, showing her perfect figure and ass. I could see you getting a little annoyed with me, but I couldn't help it. Isabella was stunning.

As the week went on, I found myself constantly stealing glances at Isabella. I knew it was making you uncomfortable, but I couldn't help myself. Isabella seemed to be enjoying the attention, and she would often catch me looking at her and smile. But I was wrong. Isabella had always been clear about her feelings towards men and their "cocks," as she so bluntly put it. She hated the way they objectified women, the way they treated them as nothing more than conquests to be won. And she had made it her mission to take down any man who dared to cross her path. I was completely oblivious to her feelings.

One night, me and Isabella were sitting in the living room, eating dinner in front of the TV. Isabella was sitting next to me on the couch, I had a blanket over my lap, my shorts pulled down, and I couldn't help but secretly touch myself as I let my eyes wander over to Isabella's body as she ate. I knew I shouldn't be looking, but I couldn't resist.

Suddenly, the blanket flew off and I felt a sharp pain in my groin. She knew what I was doing and kicked me full force in my balls. I doubled over, clutching my balls, as I let out a loud groan.

I was starting to understand. Isabella had a secret. She hated men, and she believed that all men were sexist pigs who deserved to be punished. And she had chosen me as her target.

I tried to protest, but she cut me off.

I was in agony, both physically and emotionally. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never been treated like this before. Especially by a psycho bitch. I was kind of turned on by it all though to be honest. My dick and balls dangling on full display in front of the girl I’ve wanted to fuck in her ass for the past week. But I had to get out of this situation. Or my next kick in the nuts would be from you, Alisha.

She stood up, and before I could react, she kicked me in the balls again, this time even harder. I let out a scream of pain, and I could feel myself starting to black out as she strangled me and repeatedly kneed me in the balls.

The next thing I know, I’m waking up naked on her bed.

Isabella stood over me, a gleeful look in her eyes revealing her true intentions. She stood over me, her eyes blazing with anger and arousal as she reached for a pair of handcuffs that she had hidden under her pillow.

I tried to struggle, but it was no use. Isabella was too strong, and I was completely at her mercy. She reached for a ball gag, forcing it into my mouth and securing it tightly behind my head.

"Now, let's get started," she said, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

She began by kneeling on the bed and leaning over me, her full weight pressing down on my groin. She ground her hips against me, feeling my balls squash beneath her. I let out muffled cries of pain, but Isabella paid no mind. She was too focused on the delicious sensation of power and control.

Next, she reached for a pair of pliers, which she had placed on the nightstand for just this purpose. She grabbed one of my balls and pulled, twisting and turning it with the pliers. I screamed into the gag, tears streaming down my face, but Isabella was relentless. She continued to pull and twist until she was satisfied with the amount of pain she had inflicted.

I screamed in pain as she closed the pliers around my balls, the metal digging into my sensitive flesh. She twisted and pulled, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain.

But Isabella wasn't done yet. She reached for a hammer that was lying on the nightstand and I knew what was coming next.

She raised the hammer above her head and brought it down with all her might, crushing my balls beneath it. I let out an inhuman scream, the pain was unbearable.

She continued to hammer my balls, each blow more painful than the last. I was begging for mercy, but Isabella was relentless. She seemed to be getting off on my pain and suffering

Next, she grabbed a belt and wrapped it around my testicles, pulling it tight. My screams trying to fill the room as she tightened the belt, cutting off the circulation to my sensitive areas.

She then reached for a riding crop that she kept in her nightstand. She ran it gently over my chest, teasing me. I squirmed under her touch, but i was unable to escape from this psycho bitch.

Isabella then moved the crop down to my swollen balls. She taunted me, asking if he liked it. I tried to pretend that i was in control, but Isabella could see the fear in my eyes.

Without warning, she brought the crop down hard on my groin. I let out a girly cry of pain, but Isabella was relentless. She continued to whip me, over and over again.

I was begging for mercy, begging for you to come home, Alisha, but Isabella was not finished yet. She wanted to make sure that he would never forget this night.

Eventually, i passed out from the pain, but Isabella wasn't done yet. She reached for a pair of tweezers and a magnifying glass, and she began to pluck out each individual hair on my balls. I woke up with a scream, but it was too late. Isabella was in control, and she wasn't going to stop until she had punished me in the most extreme way possible.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, then you walked in. You looked furious, and I knew I was in trouble.

I tried to explain myself, but you weren’t listening. You turned to Isabella and said, "Do whatever you want to him, I'm done with him."

Isabella smirked and handed the tweezers to you. Together, you began to lube up my dick, and started to stroke my shaft. But you wouldn't let me cum, no matter how hard I tried. You were teasing me, and I was at your mercy.

As you continued to stroke me, Isabella began to talk. She told me all the dirty things she had been fantasizing about doing to me, and I could feel myself getting harder and harder. I begged her to let me cum, but she just laughed and continued to tease me.

Finally, she had had enough. She stood up and walked over to me, a wicked smile on her face.

I winced in pain as she began to squeeze and twist them. You joined in, using your high heels to kick and punch my balls. I begged you to stop, but you just laughed and continued to abuse me.

Then, you both began to use my balls as a kick bag. Both wearing high heels and your were swearing and cursing at me as you punished my balls for fancying her little sister.

The pain was unbearable, but I knew I deserved it. I had been a fool for looking at Isabella that way, and now I was paying the price.

As you continued to punish me, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I begged you to let me cum, and finally, you relented. I exploded all over myself, my body shaking with pleasure as you continued to abuse my balls.

When it was all over, I lay on the floor, panting and exhausted. You and Isabella looked down at me with smirks on your faces.

Isabella gave me one last, lingering look before saying “fuck you cunt” then following you out the room. I knew I would never forget this night, and I vowed to never make the same mistake again. My balls paid the price for my lust, and I would never let that happen again.