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Story Script:

NARRATOR: The cold, sterile air of the hospital room hummed as Bella adjusted her gloves, eyeing Mike strapped to the table with a smirk.

BELLA: Oh, Mike… your wife was *very* clear. You’ve been a *bad boy*, haven’t you?

MIKE: W-Wait, please—this isn’t necessary!

BELLA: Tsk, tsk. Caught jerking that *pathetic little cock* of yours instead of tending to her needs? Now you’re mine.

NARRATOR: She traced a gloved finger down his trembling stomach, stopping just above his exposed balls.

BELLA: Such *tiny* things too. Might as well take ’em off—they’re not doing much anyway.

MIKE: N-No, I swear I’ll behave!

NARRATOR: Bella gave a sharp *smack* to his balls, making him yelp.

BELLA: Oh, you’ll behave *now*? After I’ve got the scalpel ready?

NARRATOR: She pressed the cold metal against his sack, watching him squirm.

MIKE: F-Fuck, please, I can’t—

BELLA: You *won’t*. Not unless I let you.

NARRATOR: Her fingers wrapped around his limp cock, squeezing just enough to hurt.

BELLA: Bet you can’t even get hard now, can you?

MIKE: N-No, nurse, I—ah!

NARRATOR: She flicked his balls again, grinning as he whimpered.

BELLA: Good. Because if I *ever* catch you touching yourself again…

NARRATOR: The scalpel glinted under the lights as she leaned in, whispering—

BELLA: …you’ll leave here *empty*. Now *beg* for me to spare them.

MIKE: P-Please, I’ll do anything!

NARRATOR: Bella smirked, giving his balls one final *cruel* squeeze—

BELLA: That’s what I thought. *Pathetic*.

NARRATOR: And with that, she let go, leaving Mike panting, grateful—but still trembling at the threat hanging between his legs.