I sat in the passenger seat, watching the car lights outside the window recede one by one. In late summer 2026 Taipei, the air was thick with humid mist. Qu Yijun drove, her long black hair casually tied back, her profile faintly cold under the dashboard light. She had flown back to Taiwan headquarters with me from the mainland today, originally just for some documents, but after landing she said directly: “There’s a special arrangement tonight, don’t go back to the hotel.”
My heartbeat instantly became erratic.
Three years. I am her loyal lapdog, completely and utterly. Foot fetish, submissive nature, I would do anything. With just one word from her, I could kneel in the office cubicle and let her high heels crush my testicles until they swelled, and still tremble in pain while continuing to report performance. I knew I was despicable, but I couldn’t control myself.
“Yijun……” My voice was a little dry, fingers unconsciously tightening on my suit trousers, “No matter what the arrangement is, I can handle it. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
Her eyes stayed fixed ahead, the corner of her mouth barely twitching.
“You’ll know when we get there.”
The car turned into the Yangmingshan villa area. The mountain road grew quieter, the scent of pine needles mixed with earth drifting into the car. The iron gate opened automatically, and Li Dongzhe’s black sports car was parked in the courtyard. I followed her through the main door. The living room lights were warm, yet they sent a chill down my back.
Li Dongzhe was already seated on the leather sofa. At 189 cm tall, with medium-length hair parted 3:7, even sitting he carried an icy oppressive presence. He merely glanced at us without standing or saying anything extra. The air sank instantly, leaving only the faint hum of the central air conditioning.
Qu Yijun tossed her bag onto the side table. The moment she turned, her entire demeanor changed completely.
The indifference from the car vanished. Her gaze became direct and fierce, the corner of her mouth pulling into a mocking smile, her voice instantly roughening with a clear Taiwanese accent.
“Damn, are you stupid? Strip.”
I froze.
“Didn’t you hear? Take off all your clothes. Fuck, stop dawdling over there.” She cursed outright, her tone full of undisguised command and contempt, “My mood’s good tonight, so I’ll let you show your doggy side to Director Li first.”
She stepped closer, high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor. My breathing grew ragged, yet I still moved quickly. Shirt buttons undone one by one, suit trousers zipper lowered, underwear pushed down to my ankles along with them. Naked in the center of the living room, my penis already half-hard from tension and habitual anticipation. The two testicles hung below, more sensitive than average and darker from years of her torment.
Qu Yijun looked me over, her eyes as if regarding something she could dispose of at will. She suddenly reached out, gripping my penis directly, fingers tightening, thumb rubbing heavily back and forth over the glans.
“Still dare to get hard?” Her voice low and husky, smiling, the Taiwanese accent thicker, “Cuckold men are just born to be fucked. I haven’t even started playing and this thing’s already standing up?”
My body stiffened but I didn’t pull away. Her fingers, with the flexibility and strength from years of dancing, scraped along the coronal sulcus, occasionally squeezing the shaft hard. Pain and pleasure mixed, a suppressed gasp escaping my throat. Yet inside I felt numb—I knew I was despicable, but being touched like this by her still made me hard.
She didn’t stop. Her other hand went lower, fingers spreading to clutch my scrotum hard.
Not a gentle squeeze, but a forceful pinch. Nails digging into skin, the whole hand tightening and twisting as if trying to tear it off at the root. Agony exploded from both testicles, shooting up through the groin. I sucked in a breath, knees weakening, yet stayed standing.
“Hurts, huh?” Qu Yijun’s voice cooled, her eyes holding no warmth, “Dog balls this fragile and you still dare to get hard in front of me?”
As she spoke she increased the pressure. Her left hand continued twisting my nipple, nail digging into the areola and rotating; her right hand crushed my testicles, thumb and forefinger clamping one precisely and grinding down. My vision went black, cold sweat breaking out, yet my penis strangely hardened further amid the pain.
“Look at this pathetic state.” She sneered, the Taiwanese accent carrying undisguised disgust, “Gets hard at a touch, goes soft when squeezed. That’s cuckold men for you—dog balls crushed like this and still leaking.”
She released her grip, her palm already marked with red imprints from the pinching. My testicles throbbed swollen and burning. Every heartbeat sent fresh pain downward. Yet watching her, a familiar, despicable satisfaction welled up inside me—the harsher she was, the more I felt I belonged to her.
Qu Yijun patted my already flushed cheek, not lightly.
“Turn around, hands behind your head. Plenty of time to play with your dog balls later.” Her voice regained a trace of amusement, yet colder, “Since you’ve stripped, don’t think about putting them back on. Tonight you only deserve to kneel, hang, and get fucked naked while watching.”
I obeyed. Naked, I turned, hands clasped behind my head, back to the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Mountain wind seeped through the cracks, raising goosebumps on my skin. The gazes of the two people behind me pricked like needles—Qu Yijun’s roughness and cruelty, Li Dongzhe’s icy control.
I knew the real night had only just begun.
And my dog balls were already starting to hurt.
Li Dongzhe rose from the sofa and walked behind me. His hands were large, steady, carrying an authority that needed no explanation. Qu Yijun had already gone to the wall, dragging a custom steel frame from a hidden compartment—two black metal supports, height just right to lock a person’s knees in place.
“Raise your hands.” Her voice cold, heavy Taiwanese accent.
I obeyed. Li Dongzhe pulled my arms up and locked them in overhead rings with leather cuffs. Then together they lifted my legs, spreading them wide, knees slotted into the recesses on each side of the steel frame, then secured with straps. The cold metal pressed against my skin; my legs were completely spread and suspended upward, my body fully exposed. The testicles were completely exposed to the air, with no cover and no way to close or dodge.
I could only stare passively ahead—at the sofa and the large bed.
My heartbeat raced painfully.
Qu Yijun circled to my front, looking me over. Her eyes held no warmth, only a cold interest.
“See clearly now.” She said, reaching out to pinch my already slightly swollen scrotum, “Tonight you’ll hang like this and watch how I get fucked by a real man. If that dog cock dares get hard again, I’ll crush your dog balls on the spot.”
She began.
First the nipples.
She pinched my left nipple with her fingers, nail digging in, twisting hard. At the same time she lowered her head, lips taking the right one, teeth lightly biting while her tongue scraped repeatedly. Pain and pleasure mixed; the nipples soon reddened and swelled. I clenched my teeth, suppressed gasps escaping my throat. Yet I knew clearly—she was deliberately forcing me to get hard.
Next came from behind.
She squeezed a bit of lube onto her fingers and slowly pressed into my anus. One finger, two fingers, precisely pressing the prostate. Each press shot like electricity through my lower abdomen, my penis lifting uncontrollably. Her fingers were terrifyingly dexterous, rotating, thrusting, pressing, rhythm perfectly controlled.
Meanwhile her other hand and mouth stayed busy. Tongue tip lightly scraping the glans, nails scraping back and forth along the coronal sulcus. Occasionally taking the whole thing in, deep-throating a few times, then stroking rapidly. Multiple stimuli layered together; my breathing completely unraveled. The penis gradually hardened until fully erect, veins prominent.
Qu Yijun immediately stopped all teasing.
Her eyes cooled, voice mocking:
“Hard? You cuckold man.”
The next second, her fingers directly clamped both testicles, tightening and twisting forcefully. Not playful strength—this was the ruthlessness of truly trying to deform them. Agony exploded instantly; I cried out, body thrashing violently in the rings. She didn’t release; instead she stepped on them with her sole, heel precisely grinding the already aching scrotum back and forth.
“Dog balls this fragile and that dog cock still dares to get hard?” Her voice terrifyingly cold, “Get hard again and I’ll crush those dog balls on the spot.”
I nearly blacked out from the pain, penis rapidly softening. Cold sweat streamed down my face, lower abdomen convulsing. Yet psychologically a familiar, despicable satisfaction surged—the harsher she was, the more I felt completely possessed by her.
She waited until I caught a little breath, then resumed teasing.
Nipples, anus, glans—triple stimulation layered again. My body more sensitive than before; it wasn’t long before I hardened once more. She instantly switched to ball-busting mode—this time using her knee. She raised her right leg, knee slamming precisely into my exposed testicles, once, twice, force vicious and accurate. I screamed, body convulsing, penis going limp again.
The cycle continued.
Every time I got hard, it brought fiercer pinching, grinding, kneeing. Her actions grew colder, eyes showing no mercy, only conditioning me into the reflex “get hard = pain.” I hung there, legs unable to close, forced to stare at the empty sofa and bed ahead, imagining how she would soon be fucked by Li Dongzhe while I could only watch with my crushed dog balls beside them.
Pain layered upon itself; the testicles visibly swollen and purple. Yet whenever she resumed teasing, my body still responded shamefully.
I knew I was finished.
And she had only just begun.
Li Dongzhe walked behind Qu Yijun, hand sliding directly under her short skirt. She didn’t resist; instead she leaned back into him, black hair spilling over her shoulders, eyes still fixed on me.
“Watch closely, cuckold man.” Her voice breathless, heavy Taiwanese accent, “I’m about to get fucked by a real man now. Your dog balls better stay hanging nicely—don’t go soft on me.”
They began right in front of me.
Li Dongzhe pressed her onto the sofa in missionary position. His penis much thicker and longer than mine, thrusting fully in each time. Qu Yijun’s legs wrapped around his waist, every impact producing wet sounds. While taking the pounding she reached out, precisely gripping my already swollen testicles.
Not a light touch—she pinched, twisted, and slapped hard.
Fingers sinking into my purple scrotum, twisting with force; agony shot straight to my head. I screamed, body swinging in the rings. She seemed completely oblivious to my pain, only gasping stickily while being fucked by Li Dongzhe, continuing to torment me with her hand.
“Hurts? Dog balls this fragile.” Her voice intermittent yet coldly smiling, “Scream louder so Li Dong can hear how despicable you are.”
The side position was even worse.
Li Dongzhe entered her from the side, she lying on her side with one leg hooked over his shoulder. Her free foot reached over, sole pressing directly onto my testicles, squeezing hard. The heel repeatedly thrust upward, deforming the already swollen, aching scrotum. My vision whitened from pain, yet the penis strangely hardened a little more amid the agony.
Psychologically I completely unraveled.
Hanging here, legs forced wide, I could only stare straight at where they joined. Watching Li Dongzhe’s penis move in and out of her, hearing her increasingly wanton gasps, while my dog balls were kneed, pinched, and twisted by her while she had sex. Despicable pleasure and fear of total destruction churned together; I almost cried.
“Watch.” Li Dongzhe suddenly spoke, voice icy, “This is what a man should be.”
He didn’t look at me, only sped up his thrusts. Qu Yijun’s body jolted forward with each impact, yet she still reached out to keep crushing my testicles, nails digging into skin, force vicious and precise.
When they switched to doggy style, she actively lay forward, upper body leaning just close enough to my exposed lower body.
Li Dongzhe grabbed her waist from behind, thrusting hard and deep. Every impact heavy and deep. While being fucked into broken moans, Qu Yijun lowered her head, opened her mouth, and bit down on one of my testicles with her teeth.
Not a light bite.
She truly clamped down with her teeth, force controlled just short of breaking skin yet enough to explode pain. I let out a suppressed scream, body convulsing violently. Her teeth tightened, loosened, tightened again in rhythm with Li Dongzhe’s thrusts. The biting synchronized perfectly with the pounding; my cries of pain mingled with their gasps, echoing through the empty living room.
“Mmm…… dog balls…… so soft……” She mumbled around my testicle, voice slurred yet excited, “Feels so good…… I really want to bite it open……”
Li Dongzhe’s hand pressed on her back, thrusting even harder. He occasionally glanced at me, gaze icy:
“Watch. This is what a man should be.”
I hung in the steel frame, legs unable to close, testicles being bitten by her teeth one thrust at a time, pain nearly stealing my consciousness. Yet I still kept my eyes open, forced to watch every inch of their coupling.
My psychological defenses completely collapsed.
I knew I was merely their sex toy, a cuckold man hung beside them, ball-busting accompaniment. But the more this was true, the more shamefully my body reacted. Whenever she bit especially hard, my screams grew louder; whenever Li Dongzhe said “This is what a man should be,” I understood more clearly the unbridgeable gap between him and me.
Qu Yijun’s teeth still bit me.
Li Dongzhe continued pounding her from behind.
And I could only hang here, using my already purple, swollen dog balls to accompany them through this scene.
Li Dongzhe’s thrusts suddenly paused.
He didn’t withdraw from Qu Yijun’s body, only lifted his head, icy gaze falling on my exposed lower body. The next second his fist already slammed upward.
Not a slap, not a kick.
A real punch.
Enormous impact exploded dead center into my already swollen, purple scrotum. The pain was nothing like what Qu Yijun could deliver with hands, feet, or teeth—this was a man’s strength, carrying the weight of bone and muscle, like an iron hammer smashing straight into the most vulnerable place. My vision instantly went white, body convulsing violently in the rings and frame, eyes rolling back, throat only able to force out broken, inhuman screams.
Consciousness briefly detached.
Ears ringing, lower abdomen feeling torn, cold sweat instantly soaking my entire body. I nearly passed out, legs twitching uncontrollably in the frame yet unable to close even a fraction because of the restraints.
“Hear that?” Qu Yijun’s voice came from beside me, cold laugh and obvious Taiwanese accent, “That’s real power. Your dog balls can’t even last a second under a man’s fist.”
Li Dongzhe delivered a second punch.
The fist struck the exact same spot, force even heavier than before. Agony exploded again; I jolted upward only to be yanked back by the rings and frame. The scream caught in my throat, turning into broken whimpers. Vision full of black spots, breathing so ragged I nearly suffocated.
Only then did he withdraw his hand, grab Qu Yijun’s waist again, and resume thrusting—harder than before, as if using my screams as background sound.
Qu Yijun’s body jolted forward with each thrust, yet she still turned to look at me, gaze terrifyingly cold.
“Cuckold man, see clearly now.” Her voice intermittent yet excited, “My hands and feet were only playing with you. A man’s fist is what will smash your dog balls to pieces.”
I hung there, consciousness blurring, testicles already in so much pain they’d lost normal sensation, only a burning, hollow ache remaining. Psychologically I had completely collapsed—the gap between Li Dongzhe and me was so vast I couldn’t even summon the thought of resistance. With just one casual punch he could nearly knock me out. And I could only hang here, using my nearly ruined dog balls to accompany them.
Qu Yijun suddenly reached out.
Her fingers no longer vicious like before, but offering a brief, soothing tease. Fingertips lightly scraping my red, swollen nipples, circling the areola; her other hand, with a bit of lube, slowly entered my anus, precisely pressing the prostate. At the same time she lowered her head, tongue tip gently licking my now half-soft glans.
Multiple stimuli layered on.
Pain still present, yet my body shamefully responded. The penis gradually lifted, glans seeping clear fluid again. I knew clearly this was a trap, yet couldn’t control it.
She waited until I was hard enough, then her eyes instantly cooled.
“Hard again?”
The next second her fingers clamped my testicles once more, twisting hard. Agony exploded again; I screamed, the just-hardening penis quickly softening. She didn’t stop, continuing to grind the already heavily struck scrotum with her knuckles until I rolled my eyes in pain once more.
“Get hard and get tortured.” Her voice cold as ice, “If those dog balls dare stand up again, I’ll have Li Dong give you another punch.”
The cycle restarted.
Soothing tease—nipples, anus, glans. The moment signs of erection appeared, instantly switch to fiercer pinching, twisting, slapping. Every time I got hard, it brought heavier pain. I hung in the steel frame, legs unable to close, consciousness repeatedly plunging between agony and brief pleasure.
Li Dongzhe occasionally added another punch.
Each time making me clearly feel the unbridgeable gap in power.
I knew I was being thoroughly conditioned into a waste fit only to hang beside them, using my dog balls as accompaniment while they had sex.
And they were far from finished.
Li Dongzhe’s thrusts suddenly accelerated.
He grabbed Qu Yijun’s waist, pounding deep and hard. Wet sounds and flesh slapping echoed through the living room. Qu Yijun’s body kept jolting forward, black hair plastered messily to her sweat-damp back. Her breathing grew more ragged, yet her fingers still death-gripped my already deformed, swollen testicles, five fingers sinking into skin, force tightening along with her pleasure.
“Ah…… coming……” Her voice broken, Taiwanese accent trembling obviously, “Cuckold man…… your dog balls…… clamp them tight for me……”
Orgasm came fast and violent.
Her whole body suddenly tensed, entrance spasming around Li Dongzhe’s penis, both hands simultaneously crushing my scrotum with full force. Agony mixed with her orgasmic hot gasps; I screamed, vision flashing black. Li Dongzhe growled low, releasing inside her. The two overlapped in panting, sweat dripping onto the sofa.
After the orgasm, Qu Yijun didn’t release me immediately.
Still catching her breath, she slowly turned to face my exposed lower body directly. Under the light I clearly saw her face—
Arousal, cruelty, wicked smile, anticipation, all mixed together.
The corner of her mouth slightly upturned in an almost uncontainable wicked grin; yet her eyes cold as ice, still burning with obvious excitement and anticipation. She looked at my testicles, already purple, swollen and deformed from the beating, as if admiring a toy she was about to personally destroy.
“It’s over.” Her voice still husky from orgasm yet abnormally calm, Taiwanese accent heavier, “Dog balls, time to crush them.”
She began applying force.
Both hands’ ten fingers tightened simultaneously, slowly and steadily squeezing. Not the playful pinching from before—this was the force truly meant to grind everything inside to pulp. The scrotal skin didn’t break, yet I clearly felt the internal tissue gradually collapsing—first the left side, a soft, pulpy sensation from deep within, then the right. Agony turned into deeper, hollower tearing.
“No…… please…… Yijun…… Mistress…… don’t……” I finally broke down begging, voice already hoarse beyond recognition, “Please spare…… the dog balls…… don’t crush them…… please……”
Listening to my pleas, her wicked smile only deepened.
“Begging won’t help.” Her voice terrifyingly light, carrying an expectant tremor, “I’ve waited a long time for this moment.”
She continued adding pressure, palms pressing harder.
The moment the inside completely ruptured, a murky mixture of semen and blood suddenly gushed from my urethral opening. Not ejaculation—this was being continuously squeezed out by her hands from the already destroyed interior. Every bit of added pressure forced more dark-red liquid mixed with white out of the slit, trickling down my now limp penis. I let out a final, almost heart-rending scream, body convulsing violently in the rings and frame, eyes rolling back, throat reduced to broken wails.
Consciousness repeatedly plunged and was yanked back amid the agony—despair poured into my mind like ice water. I knew I was finished, knew these two dog balls had been utterly crushed in her palms, yet a twisted, unwilling hatred surged inside: hating myself for getting hard, for kneeling, for still wanting to lick her feet even at this point.
Unwilling.
Yet damnably excited.
She didn’t stop, continuing to repeatedly press and squeeze with both hands, forcing out every last bit of the remaining semen-blood mixture from the urethral opening. Only when nothing more could be squeezed out did she slowly release her grip.
The scrotum’s exterior remained intact, merely hanging soft and empty; inside it was already hollow.
I hung there, legs still spread wide by the steel frame, lower body completely destroyed. After the pain came terrifying emptiness and exhaustion, as if every bone had been pulled from my body. Consciousness so blurred only instinct remained—I still wanted to lick her feet, lick the sweat from her body, use my tongue to please the woman who had just personally crushed my dog balls.
Qu Yijun stood up, casually grabbing a tissue nearby to wipe her hands and body. The wicked smile hadn’t fully faded, yet her eyes had already returned to that calm cruelty. Li Dongzhe had already straightened his clothes and sat back on the sofa, icy gaze sweeping over me without extra expression.
Only the sound of suppressed breathing remained in the villa, along with the faint mountain wind outside the window.
I was still hanging.
Legs spread.
Lower body empty.
And they had already begun chatting calmly, as if nothing had happened.