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When I was 15 and living with my mother who’d been divorced from my father since I was 6 months old, I found an adult magazine with WWII stories about castration of allied prisoners by Japanese soldiers and women. I found the article highly erotic with a picture of a big breasted Japanese woman. My mother had become a lesbian after the divorce and wasn’t at home when I read the article, so I went into her bedroom and got one of her pins from her jewelry box. I imagined I was a prisoner of a Japanese woman who decided to torture my balls by sticking a pin into them. The first few times I did this the pain stopped me from piercing my ball. I kept trying because the fantasy attracted me so much. When I finally succeeded I got a kind of high from looking at the pin stuck into my right ball.  Although I had no idea what a Domme was, I imagined myself being forced to masturbate with the pin stuck in my ball under threat of castration if I didn’t comply, from the article. Also, I was forced to eat my come when I climaxed. Now obviously I didn’t do this every day, but it is an on going fantasy that I reenact from time to time. About the castration, while I can sense it could be attractive for some, I like to come and torture my balls too much to want castration. And this fantasy brings me close to the edge and that energy with out going over. I’ve read about piercing and developed techniques which minimize the risk, but of course it’s still there. The risk seems to go with the intensity. At this point I’ve pierced both balls separately, but never together with one needle.  Mistress Harley pushed the needle through once I inserted.  We stuck in two and one went right through.  It was exciting.  Next time we might do more.