This particular slave has a little too much ego for his own good, so that must be taken from him. It is essential to the slave training process that I rid my bois of any/all traces of ego and self esteem. No matter how handsome, successful or accomplished they are, they must be broken and reduced to the lowly position of eternal slavery.

One of the most effective ways of doing this, is to take away their most prized possession, their precious family jewels. So I crush them. I bust them. I break them. Once this has been accomplished, all resistance is drained from their body, and th...

This particular slave has a little too much ego for his own good, so that must be taken from him. It is essential to the slave training process that I rid my bois of any/all traces of ego and self esteem. No matter how handsome, successful or accomplished they are, they must be broken and reduced to the lowly position of eternal slavery.

One of the most effective ways of doing this, is to take away their most prized possession, their precious family jewels. So I crush them. I bust them. I break them. Once this has been accomplished, all resistance is drained from their body, and they timidly fall into place.

With this slave, I bind him to a vertical bondage frame, and blindfold him, so he cannot see what is about to come. I then viciously drive my knee into his balls over and over again, dropping him full weight like a ton of bricks. His bound wrists are all that keeps him from crashing to the floor. With each knee strike, his once hard testicles become soft and mushy like tapioca.

A relentless barrage of full soccer kicks to his nuts and he is left with a crushed, deflated, withered up good for nothing ball sack. Which will serve as a constant reminder that he will never again be a free man. In the end, a severe beating with my leather riding crop is a welcomed relief for my eunuch pet.