I didn’t dislike him, I just needed to know, I needed to know if men were as weak as I hoped. I needed to know if I was superior to them, could I really destroy a man? I had let him fuck me as a sort an apology, an apology in advance. I lay there listening to his deep, post coital breathing and hoped one day he will look back on this fuck with fond memories. He sat up interrupting my thoughts.

“I need to Pee.” He stated and stood up, cock and balls swinging invitingly about and turned and headed for the bathroom. His broad shoulders, thick arms and legs were so impressive and I wondered briefly if men were deliberately made so strong so they could protect their weakness. I stood up and followed him into the bathroom.

Feet shoulders width apart, left hand on his hip, head down watching the stream of piss into the loo, he stood with his back to me. Three paces and I was across the room, my heart pumping with excitement. I pressed my body to his, arms slipping around his strong waist. “Hello.” He said in a voice that meant he was pleased to feel my body against his. As he finished pissing I took a ball in each hand, feeling their shape, weight and the thick cords that held them to his groin. Making sure I had each in the palm of my hands, without warning I pushed my thumb hard into the middle of them. He gasped, his knees buckled, I squeezed harder. He yelped like an injured puppy, his hands clawed desperately but weakly at my hands. Within a second or two he was on his knees, he was whimpering, trying to beg but couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs through the pain to even manage that.

I felt a wave of elation run through me. I felt so superior to him, to all men. I was suddenly so proud I was female, proud of my pussy, proud of it’s tidiness. Enjoying the feeling of his testicles distorting beneath the pressure of my thumb I stated to talk into his ear. “In a second I am going to let go and return to the bedroom. When you can stand I will be waiting for you in the bedroom and I am going to beat you to a pulp. It’s nothing personal, you have not done anything, it’s just something I need to do.” And with that I gave his balls one last hard squeeze and released them letting him fall limply to the tiled floor.

Back in the bedroom I pushed the furniture aside and waited, he couldn’t get away he had to come through the bedroom to get out. “I’m waiting!” I called. He appeared, both hands still cupping his gonads, in the doorway. “You fucking Bitch!” He spat at me. Good I wanted him angry, I wanted him to fight, I wanted to know I could beat a real man in a real fight. I smiled at him, he must have been 8inches taller than me and weigh half as much as me again, but he had testicles and I didn’t. I felt his seed running down the inside of my thigh and knew it would be his last. “You fucking mad bitch!” He snapped at me, his rage still growing. Then without warning he rushed at me throwing punches.

Stupid man, had he learnt nothing in the bathroom. His balls flapped about and long as his arms were they were not as long as my legs. The hard bony part of my foot wedged it’s way into his groin as high speed. There was no place for his balls to go, his scrotum offered no protection and his testicles were flattened against his pelvic bone. I almost orgasmed as the shock registered on his face, eyes bulging, mouth wide. I think I might have ruptured one with that very first kick. Poor man, he really, really never understood until this very moment how pathetically weak his testicles were. His collapsed, screaming to the floor and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my moist clit as I savoured for a moment my victory.

He was on his side, hands tightly holding his injured manhood. Kneeling behind him I pushed a hand between his thighs and pulled at his scrotum, poor man had so little strength left he hardly tried to stop me. I could hardly believe how easy it had been to defeat this strong man. His scrotum was a little red and his left ball looked badly swollen. I gripped it hard and he convulsed helplessly, his dinner spilling from his mouth onto the carpet. It was clearly ruptured and squeezing it about between my fingers I could feel it’s contents spilling into his sack. It was totally ruined.

How to do the other one? Ignoring the noise he was making and all the thrashing about he was doing I bent down and took his scrotum in my mouth. I bit hard pushing my teeth through the sack till I had ripped a hole in it. He was begging now, openly crying and begging. Then through the hole I squeezed his only testicle. Oh the feeling of it in my hand, this naked, defenceless male ball. I had to have it in my pussy. Yanking hard it came away. His body gave it up so easily. He was crying like a baby as I stood up and slipped his dying testicle into my pussy.

I came and came as I played with that ball. I think he passed out after a minute or two, I didn’t really care though. Once I had finished I dressed and left him there, knowing I would do this to another man soon and knowing I was superior to every man.