My First Experiences With Rupture
About a month ago another blogger made a post about her first rupture experience. It was a good idea so I decided to do my own.
I'm going to recount the first time I ever saw a rupture and tbe first time I did one myself, and both of those were actually on the same person.
My first time seeing a rupture was in 2005. At the time I was 9, my mom was 31 and my brother was 13.
My mom has always been very feminist so when she heard that my brother had been suspended from school for groping a girl, she was furious. She decided that there was only one he would learn. My mom wanted to teach him a lesson and also help me learn about self defense. So a few days go by and our mom calls us into the living room. She tells me to sit on the couch and orders my brother to stand in the middle of the room and take his shorts and boxers off. It was weird seeing him naked. After my brother strips our mom grabs one of his testicles and starts squeezing. My brother quickly fell to his knees as she continued to squeeze. My mom tells me that the balls are the weakest part of a man and that they are a good target for defense and punishment. At this point she tells my brother that she is going to rupture a testicle as it is the best thing for her to do. He started to panic but couldn't really do anything. After another 5 minutes his ball popped as he screamed in agony. After that we got him medical help and the testicle was completely surgically removed.
Now, the story of the first rupture I performed myself was in 2008. I was 12, my brother was 16 and my mom was 34.
My mom called me and my brother out into the living room again. This time my mom said that since I was reaching puberty, I to learn how to rupture a ball. My brother was once again told to take off hid clothes as I once again saw his junk. Though this time he had only one testicle dangling below his penis. My mom then told to grasp his nut in my hand, which I did. I began using both hands to crush the ball as my mom walked me through what to do. It was about 10 minutes before was brother (who was laying on the floor) let out this high pitched screech as I felt the testicle give way in my hands. Once again we took him to the hospital where the damaged testicle had to be cut off.
I'm going to recount the first time I ever saw a rupture and tbe first time I did one myself, and both of those were actually on the same person.
My first time seeing a rupture was in 2005. At the time I was 9, my mom was 31 and my brother was 13.
My mom has always been very feminist so when she heard that my brother had been suspended from school for groping a girl, she was furious. She decided that there was only one he would learn. My mom wanted to teach him a lesson and also help me learn about self defense. So a few days go by and our mom calls us into the living room. She tells me to sit on the couch and orders my brother to stand in the middle of the room and take his shorts and boxers off. It was weird seeing him naked. After my brother strips our mom grabs one of his testicles and starts squeezing. My brother quickly fell to his knees as she continued to squeeze. My mom tells me that the balls are the weakest part of a man and that they are a good target for defense and punishment. At this point she tells my brother that she is going to rupture a testicle as it is the best thing for her to do. He started to panic but couldn't really do anything. After another 5 minutes his ball popped as he screamed in agony. After that we got him medical help and the testicle was completely surgically removed.
Now, the story of the first rupture I performed myself was in 2008. I was 12, my brother was 16 and my mom was 34.
My mom called me and my brother out into the living room again. This time my mom said that since I was reaching puberty, I to learn how to rupture a ball. My brother was once again told to take off hid clothes as I once again saw his junk. Though this time he had only one testicle dangling below his penis. My mom then told to grasp his nut in my hand, which I did. I began using both hands to crush the ball as my mom walked me through what to do. It was about 10 minutes before was brother (who was laying on the floor) let out this high pitched screech as I felt the testicle give way in my hands. Once again we took him to the hospital where the damaged testicle had to be cut off.
Thanks for sharing your experience. Was your brother upset after your mother ruptured his testicle? Or when he lost the second one? How many balls have you popped so far?
ReplyDeleteYes of coarse he was. He was made fun of a lot for having only one ball for several years. Then once he lost tbe remaining one he couldn't have sex or children. I think he got what he deserved though.
DeleteHi, this is sound like a positive story. as a male, I'm fully understand yours and your mother perspective about this.
DeleteAbout your brother, you mentioned he was made fun of a lot. was it by you? or your friends?
did you mother used to tease him or lecture him about loosing his first ball?
did you have other family member that had the same treatment?
It's so funny to see how stupid are the person on this forum, but the best part is that u also think u are right, I think u shouldn't even deserve to live in our society as barbarians as u are
DeleteYou mothers and girls don't need to castrate your brothers in order to make him pay for indiscretions. You can make a show for the neighbor girls by slapping squeezing torturing his little testacles with him bound and hanging (in the garage?)for humiliating punishment. His THING may become erect while his balls are punished in front of the others. If so, you may punish his swollen THING as well. Keeping his testacles intact will allow them to be punished every time he deserves it. You may enjoy others punishing THEM when he has disrespected them. Mothers seem to enjoy watching (or giving)punishment to the object of his manhood, too.
DeleteGreat story! Your mom sounds like an amazing woman. And your brother definately deserved to lose his testicles.
ReplyDeleteHas this happened to anyone else?
So happy to have found this site. I popped a boy’s balls and have had no forum in which to share my experience. I thought it was amazing but mainstream society says what I did was wrong. So thanks for providing this forum. Anyway, here’s info about my first time “castrating” a boy. Hehe, I still think it’s funny to realize that I castrated him. This was only a couple of years ago. I was at a ballet regionals competition. It was almost entirely girls. There were a few boys and this one boy stood out. I had a crush on him but being a kid, I didn’t really know how to handle those feelings. Lots of girls were making fun of this boy, saying he shouldn’t be doing a girls’ activity. And of course he had tights on, and his boy parts were obvious for all to see. This was the first time I really took notice of what boys had down there. And actually I couldn’t stop looking at it. I just had this desire to hit the bulge between his legs so badly. The boy gave me attitude back, which was understandable given that I was a jerk to him. Anyway, it was the last day and we were all soon leaving. We were milling about all waiting for our buses and stuff. Me and a friend went with this boy into a side room and challenged him to a ballet competition. One of the things I asked him to do was the splits. My friend did it as well, so they were competing. As he did the splits I could see his penis and balls so clearly. I don’t know what came over me, but he was maybe a foot or two off the ground. I wound up my foot and kicked as hard as I could at his lumpy bits. OMG, the loud Thwack made by my ballet shoe, the feeling of his boy sac on my foot, and OMG his face! He had these puppy dog eyes pleading for mercy! He even started moaning, “please, help!” My friend and I were laughing so hard we rolled around on the ground laughing while he was rolling and writhing in pain. He started calling us names in anger. He stumbled to his feet and in anger he slapped me! I was shocked. I wasn’t going to take that from a boy. I don’t think I made a conscious decision to castrate him but I knew I wanted to destroy his nuts. My friends and I had previously talked about boys’ nuts and I knew that they could be broken.
ReplyDeleteSo I knees him hard in his jewels and he fell to the ground coughing. We moved him again into the splits position, with my friend holding him from behind. It was so funny seeing his spandex covered balls jutting our from his body and resting on the hard floor. I started making fun of him, saying that he should wish to have nothing between his legs, like me. I pointed to the smoothness between my legs.
My friend said, “well, why don’t we turn him into a girl!” We laughed and I said good idea.
He started screaming and begging. I lifted my foot high above his splayed out nuts. “Come on” I said “being a girl is awesome! You’ll thank me later!”
I laughed and then I stomped down as hard as I could with my heel. I felt the hardness or both of this balls disintegrate. I felt this warm mushy feeling. At the same time I heard loud sound, kinda like a popping! I pressed my foot down and felt that he had no more nuts! There was just this warm mushy stuff. My friend and I looked and there was no form in the spandex anymore, just a lumpy mass, but no balls.
He screamed and rolled and everything you can imagine. We quickly ran out, got onto a bus and left. We laughed the entire way home. Her and I would sometimes play as if we were doing it again, sometimes her playing the boy and sometimes me. Of course when the stomp came, there was never anything to stomp! Which we found so funny.
I was a kid then and I’m a bit older now and have ruptured some other balls since then :0
Have you popped the balls of any boys when you were older?
Deletesounds like you it was really important experience for you.
Deletedid you talked to the boy afterwards?
do you mind sharing the other ruptures that you did later in life?
Hey, me again. To answer questions about other ruptures and castrations. Yup, I have castrated some other boys, some older, some younger. I castrated my youngest brother. He was bothering me and my friend. I told him if he did it again that I would stand him against a walk and kick him as hard as I could with my hard shoes. I had these black heavy shoes with a rounded and really hard/heavy toe. The shoes themselves have quite a bit of weight to them. Anyway, sure enough he bothered us again and I had no problem catching him after he ran. He was really scared now, begging me not to do it. He had been kicked by me before and he knew he was in for a lot of pain.
ReplyDeleteMy friend had an idea. She told me she had tried this thing on her brothers, putting an elastic around their balls so they had nowhere to escape to. I thought this was a great idea! I let my friend out the elastic around his balls. They looked so funny. With the elastic around them I could really see the shape and form of his balls.
Anyway, I pushed him against the wall, leaned into his shoulders with my hands. I put my feet far back. I took aim. I looked up at him and he was sooo scared. I laughed. It was so funny.
I would often say things like “say goodbye to your balls!” When I kicked my brothers. This time I didn’t realize I was right! I kicked up as hard as I could with my really hard and heavy black leather shoe. My little bro must have went two feet off the ground.
Those little orbs I saw disappeared. Flattened by my boot! And then I heard a loud sound! And I knew that sound! It was the sound of his boyhood going bye bye.
He doubled over and looked in shock. I pushed him against the wall and inspected the damage. There were no more balls! The elastic was around a bag of mush!
“Look, you made peanut butter!” Said my friend and we both laughed for a long time.
My mom believes boys should be kicked in the balls. She has castrated a few men. She was fine with it.
I am myself a boy, but I have also ruptured three balls so far. DO you think that's fair?
ReplyDeleteCare to share the stories of how you did it? Do you still have your testicles? Doesn't it make you uncomfortable to rupture the testicles of others?
DeleteHmm... if you’re a male crushing the testicles of others, then you clearly have agression problems. You may not like this answer, but your balls should be crushed. It would make sense for his girlfriend to do it. Or maybe a sister, if you have one, cousin, aunt, teacher, etc? As a woman who corrected quite a number of males from agressive tendencies when I was younger and recently, I am partial to doing castration by testicle crushing. Honestly, there’s no better way. Less mess, less risk for you of bleeding, but also so incredibly painful for you too. And for whichever female does it, she is going to love the feeling of turning your testicles to mush. I guarantee it.
DeleteI too am a boy who has popped balls, I love doing it like nothing else... so far I have popped my dads balls and all of my brothers, but I'm having a hard time finding any to crush outside of my family...
DeleteHow I get away with it is I tell them I'll report them to the police if they say anything, and that I'll just say it was self defence. I'm not an adult so this scares them enough to keep quiet, though I'm not looking forward to when I'm older and have no easy way to get away with it :(
One of them was a mistake during soccer, and he got them repaired. The other one kept teasing me about my balls, which hang till my knees. One day I got mad at him and accidentally punched one of his balls into his body. Tried to take it out by putting pressure on his abs, but ended up squishing it. Now his girlfriend wants to take revenge but doesn't know how. Does anyone have suggestions? Unfortunately we can only meet in class:(
ReplyDeleteI am only telling this because I can be anonymous. I was picked on a lot when I was young, and this other girl, I'll call her Sandy, used to make my life miserable when I was young. We used to fight sometimes and she'd usually win. She started dating a guy who I used to be friends with named Ted. He went from being my friend to taking her side all the time, and he to begin to say things about me and humiliate me in public. Once we got into high school we didn't fight for awhile, but I went out on a date with an older guy who sexually assaulted me, and I became really angry and didn't want to be a victim. Without them knowing, my mom enrolled me in a woman's self defense class, and then I started taking karate. It was 11th grade and I was still tall and very skinny and still somewhat flat chested, but Iearned how to punch hard and even though I only weighted 125 pounds, I could lift 150 on the chest press machine and my long skinny hands got very strong using the hand grippers 3 times per week. I could bend a metal spoon into an L shape with my thumbs.
ReplyDeleteI showed her up in gym class one day, and she was mad and provoked a fight, striking me so I hit her square in the nose, literally just crushed it with my right hand, you could her the crunch and blood splattered all over her face and chest, so started screaming out at me and calling me a bitch, and all of a sudden I am grabbed and thrown against a locker forcefully by Ted. Well I still had a hand free at my side, it was my right, the same one that crushed Sandy's nose, and I reached for his shorts and got a grip on his balls. The look of concern and then fear on his face was priceless as I squeezed hard once to loosen his grip, which allowed me to grab with my other hand so I had a nut in each hand. I had learned in self defense class the testicles were easy too grab and destroy, and as a book I read had suggested, I'd spent sometime practicing grabbing a sock with a couple of hacky sacks in it. I had decided if I ever got into a situation with a man, I was going after his nuts and was going to destroy them. So I squeezed each of his nuts in my strong skinny little hands and he started screaming and wailing. He puts his hands on my wrists and started squeezing and pulling on them to try and get me off but I just kept on squeezing for at least several seconds until I felt them lose their shape. He stopped screaming and dropped to his knees and clutched himself, it which point I rather instinctively powered my knee through his head and rendered him unconscious.
I stomped my foot right by his head to make sure he was out. He was, and then I instructed onlookers to call 911. Sandy was crying uncontrollably on the ground and even though I felt incredibly happy for about 30 seconds at the sight of both of them, including the blood coming from Ted's ear, I broke down and cried myself about a minute later, it was such an emotional experience.
Ted had a severe concussion and lost one of his nuts. He spent at least a couple weeks in the hospital and he never played varsity basketball again. He seemed like a different person after that both physically and mentally. Even though it was self defense, I got suspended and was on probation at school. A few people loved what I did, but I generally felt ostracized after that. I became good friends with a guy Ted used to pick on. I know he had a crush on me, but I wasn't interested. Sandy had a couple of operations on her nose, and never did quite look the same. Not bad, just different. I never said a word to either of them again, and I've not seen or heard from them since high school.
My first rupture happened *sort of accidentally during a night-out with a group of friends. I was going towards the bathroom which was up a small staircase back behind the bar. I got to the top when I was trying to shimmy through between some tables and accidentally seemed to bump this one young lady who was at a table sitting with 3 other girls. Well! She launched up at me, taking me by complete surprise, and backed me up against the rail, when I tried to excuse myself and profusley apologize she bellowed, "I don't give a fuck, ya wanker, you spilled that on me on purpose you fuckin' wanker" I felt so ashamed..The other girls at her table were completely mesmerized by all the commotion and locked on to me to watch what would happen next. I barely managed to open my mouth to apologize to this beautiful girl in a blue mini-dress when I noticed her lovely green eyes focusing low...uh-ohh! Yep. ...I kind-of stepped, accidentally - parting my legs a bit which was obviously her cue!....WHUMM! not just once, TWICE, then a 3rd knee to my testicles. The girls at the table were in hysterics. I get the feeling she's probably busted several balls in her time, by now the rest of the upper seating area were fixated, especially the various women at several of the tables, turning to watch. The barmaid was casual and not really caring what was going on at this point. Probably so long as I didn't retaliate on her. The thing was by the time the 3rd knee had smashed my balls, I had lost my footing and slid to the ground, balls absolutely aching. As if that wasn't bad enough, now though, the pressure (and to be honest..probably the fear-adrenaline) had given me a raging erection. I was so humiliated. It was all I could do, to hobble to the bar while trying to suppress this boner aggressively pointing outwards under my hand clutching my smashed balls. I could see lots of faces watching, sounds of laughter..big smiles, pointing all that sort of stuff. I daren't make eye-contact with anyone. I got up there, trying my best to hide this horrible situation and stood tightly against the bar to apologize to the barmaid for causing a scene. I really didn't intend for any of this to happen. I made my apologies and she said she'd let the manager know I wanted to apologize to the girl, I wasn't going anywhere near *that* table again! As she called the manager over, who also happened to be a lady!!! I was near tears. I apologized again and told her I wished to send something to the table by way of an apology. She agreed but warned me if I upset any other customers she'd see to it personally that she'd drag me and my aching testicles out the door! I absolutely agreed to behave. Then went on to ask the nice wide-smiling barmaid for a cloth with some crushed ice... She fixed me some and off I went back to sit at my table. (I didn't even get to pee!) This was highly amusing for the girls in my party, as they poked at the ice and it made a crushing/breaking sound, they would laugh and say, "That sounds like what's left in your ballsack" Then laugh as I winced in agony all to their hysterical laughter. And - they continued to poke on the bag at regular intervals!! ...So cruel! It wasn't until I got home and looked in my pants that one of my balls, (the left one) was really bruised and had swelled up. Which was a shame because that was the best lowest-hanging one! - I panicked when I touched it, it felt like it had changed shape. I decided in the morning to go and get it checked out, while partially crying myself to sleep over the shame of having gone through trauma that in such a public setting!
ReplyDeleteYou horrible person, how could somebody inflict such pain onto their own brother, 2 times? For the first ball, I understand, he deserved to lose it, but the 2nd ball, just so you can learn how to give even more men / boys pain that is so horrible, it makes them want it to die? You took his manhood. How would you like it if you weren't born a boy and became a girl since your sister wanted how to inflict horrible pain to other boys? Or how about this, you lost everything that made you a girl, and then had nothing to make you a boy. How would you feel going through such horrible pain that it can only compared to birth, but a hard one or almost dying, 2 times, the first time since you did something horrible and it was justified, but the 2nd time, just so your sister can learn to do this to other boys / men and make them wanna die.
ReplyDeleteBS. You would have been arrested.
ReplyDeleteABSOLUTELY!!!
DeleteThis just goes to show bitches be crazy. Women have committed horrible sex crimes as well, we don't stitch their vagina.
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I was ruptured by my ant. She enjoyed it and my mother was a veterinarian, she removed what was left after.
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