Three days ago I had my pet wolf castrated. Now its time for my ballbuster to face the same music. I am pretty in pink with my matching boxing gloves and in top fighting shape so I begin by practicing my kick-boxing on his nuts before getting down and speedballing his bollocks. In the next room my wolf recognises the pain and starts howling! Shut up! Don't worry, boy, I'll soon have some spare nuts for you. By now my slave is on his knees, legs apart, for more ball battering. His balls are hurting, his tummy churning, he is nauseous. So I get him on his back, spread his legs with my knees and ...

Three days ago I had my pet wolf castrated. Now its time for my ballbuster to face the same music. I am pretty in pink with my matching boxing gloves and in top fighting shape so I begin by practicing my kick-boxing on his nuts before getting down and speedballing his bollocks. In the next room my wolf recognises the pain and starts howling! Shut up! Don't worry, boy, I'll soon have some spare nuts for you. By now my slave is on his knees, legs apart, for more ball battering. His balls are hurting, his tummy churning, he is nauseous. So I get him on his back, spread his legs with my knees and slam his bollocks while he pleads and begs. He's my bouncy doll. Punch him in the balls and he jerks up. Punch him in the face and he goes down. He can't take much of that! Afterwards I introduce you to my wolf (Akita-Huskey cross). My beautiful boy. “Who's got the balls in this family?” I ask. “I DO!!!”