You’re not here to be touched. You’re here to be owned.

In this intense solo POV, I’m fully masked in a black balaclava — no smile, no softness, just 160kg of brutal muscle and cold domination. You don’t get to see my face. You don’t deserve it. What you do get is my voice. Deep. Cruel. Inescapable.

This is a verbal domination scene designed to break you down. I talk directly to you — calm, sadistic, and in full control — describing exactly what I’d do to your pathetic little balls. I taunt you for how weak you are, how much you crave pain, how you’d let me tie you down and ruin your cock and balls for my own amusement.

I talk you through every twisted idea: squeezing, slapping, stretching, tying, stomping. I describe the tools I’d use. The way you’d squirm. How you’d thank me for hurting you. How your only purpose is to suffer for my pleasure.

And the whole time, I flex. Towering muscle, veiny forearms, gloved hands, boots. You’re not watching a man — you’re watching a beast who knows exactly how to destroy you. And you’re begging for it.

There’s no wanking here. No stroking. No comfort. Just psychological and verbal domination, twisted with pure sadistic fantasy. I own you with words alone.

This one’s for the true subs. The pain pigs. The weak little losers who know they belong under my boots, crying and caged with ruined nuts.

If you’ve got a ball torture kink, humiliation fetish, or crave the voice of a masked muscle god telling you how worthless you are — press play. And remember: you asked for this.