Testy

Testy, by preunbb

Steven looked at his dashboard clock for the 10th time that minute. He’d agreed to give his sister a ride from her self-defense class only if she promised to get out on time; Professor Wexler was a stickler for punctuality. But as usual, Kaitlin was late. He sighed in frustration; this was just like her. She was probably just inside chatting with her friends while he was waiting for her.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his car door behind him and headed into the gym. Sure enough, she was in a corner with two of her friends, Amy and June, of her friends from the class, giggling like they’d just heard the funniest joke. Steven couldn’t help but notice all three of the girl’s toned bodies beneath their form fitting gym wear. June’s nipples poked through her tight teal v-neck. And Amy’s black yoga pants seemed painted on, perfectly outlining her crotch in a sumptuous cameltoe.

At least there was one perk to being his sister’s temporary chauffeur. He shifted his stance awkwardly as his cock started to stiffen.

Her eye caught his, and she grinned. “Steven! Come over here, I want to show you something. Our lesson today was super interesting.”

“Kaitlin, I don’t have time for this. You know my final’s in an hour, and campus is in the opposite direction of home.”

“Just come over here, it’ll only take a second.”

He reluctantly walked up to the gaggle of girls, who for some reason all seemed to be wearing poorly hidden smirks.

“Fine, I’m here. What do you-”

Kaitlin put her hands on his shoulders, and before he could push her away, she drove her knee up into his crotch with a meaty whump. Her two friends, Amy and June, cackled with glee as she sent two more blows rocketing into his shorts, crushing his unprotected ballsack painfully. Before he could fall over, she backed up a bit, pulled her leg back, and delivered a final full-power kick, hitting her target with perfect accuracy and pinning his left nut painfully against his pelvis.

Steven coughed, then bent over, then fell to his knees, hands between his legs. He felt like he was going to throw up. She’d hit him in the nuts enough times before for him to be familiar with the eye-watering effectives of a blow to the manhood, but her hits never had the precision and strength these ones did.

“Guess what we learned to-day.” She asked in a mocking singsong. He tried to say something, but no words came out.

“Groin hits!” Amy and June exclaimed in unison.

Kaitlin pulled her foot back and sent a final kick between his legs, and the trio of girls burst into laughter again. He squealed and collapsed forward, quivering in the fetal position and holding his crotch.

“Sorry, bro. We had male volunteers to practice on, but they all wore cups for some stupid reason, and it really made it hard to know if our hits were effective. I decided I needed some more practical experience.”

She stepped back, smiling at him innocently as the pain started to drown out any rational thought. His stomach did somersaults, and suffocating stabs of agony shot up from his crotch. With his body half-collapsed, the last kick had hit him incredibly hard. Something felt really, really wrong between his legs. He choked down breaths, fast and shallow, trying not to black out. His whole crotch was throbbing with pain, like she’d hit him hard enough to bruise the bone behind his gonads.

“Um...is he going to be ok?” The tall brunette asked. “You hit him really hard, Katy.”

“Yeah, you might’ve just made yourself a new sister.”

Katy laughed. “He’ll be fine, I hit him so many times when we were growing up and he’s not castrated yet, so I’m sure he’s got balls of steel. He’s just being a drama queen. Come on Steve, don’t you have a class to go to or something? We should probably head out.”

Fuck. His exam! He staggered to his feet and hobbled to the door, trying to ignore the mocking laughs of the girls behind.

Once they were outside, he caught up to her. “Did you have to hit me that fucking hard? In front of...everybody like that?” He asked, his voice trembling.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, you didn’t have a chance with them. I’d already told them how small your dick is.” He instinctively opened his mouth to object, even though his sudden blush instantly confirmed the truth of her statement. “And seriously, you’ll be fine. It was just a prank, you don’t have to be such a baby about it. You’re not going to lose your balls just because I kneed you twice.”

“It...it was the kick. You hit me really hard, and something feels...really messed up.”

Her eyes went wide, although she still smiled. “Well, it’d suck for you if you ended up losing your nuts just because you didn’t go to the doctor in time. If you really think something is wrong, you should probably actually go to the hospital instead of class.” She paused. “After you drop me off, of course.”

“It’s not class, it’s an exam. I can’t just skip it.”

She shrugged. “Well, suck it up then. Don’t focus on the pain, I’m sure it’ll go away.”

“Just don’t hit me again.”

She grinned evilly, and before he could realize it was coming, slapped a quick backhand into the seam of his pants. It wasn’t as well aimed, or as hard, as her kicks had been, but she’d hit her target. He jackknifed over, emitting a squeak of pain as his vision blurred again.

“Sorry, it’s not my fault if you’re not prepared. Us girls always have to be on the lookout for creepers, it’s only fair you have to do the same.” She feigned another slap and he screamed even before she pulled her hand back, which sent her laughing again.

“Race you to the car! Last one in gets a punch in the balls.”

And she was off, before he could even recover from her hit.

---

Kaitlin had won the race and made good on her “promise”, and the result had left him dry heaving out of his driver side window. After that, she didn’t hit him again, but the drive was painful enough. He had to speed to make it to campus in time, and every bump and pothole sent another twinging reminder of his sister’s earlier “prank”. Concentrating on the road had become difficult, and he’d almost gotten into an accident twice.

The pain on the right side of his scrotum had settled to a dull ache, but his left ball still throbbed angrily, and seemed to be getting worse by the minute. By the time he made it inside, he was seeing double, and every step felt like another kick as his surely-bruised gonads chafed and rolled around against the inside of his thighs. Steven staggered to the front of the lecture hall and almost collapsed at the lectern. A bored-looking TA looked at him past a stack of exams.

When he was standing again, she caught a full look of his pale, sweat-sheened face, and raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

Steven shook his head no.

“What’s wrong?”

“I...I need to go to the doctor. Can I have a make up time for the test?”

“Sorry, unless you have a doctor’s note we can’t delay for illness, it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the students. What’s wrong? Stomach ache or something?”

“No, no, I...I’m not sick.”

“If you’re not sick, why do you have to go?” she asked skeptically.

“I ah...I got hit in the groin.”

Her look of indifference turned into a grin. Across the auditorium, a few giggles echoed out, and it was just then that Steven realized how quiet the hall was, and how perfectly sound carried from the podium to the rest of the room. He flushed warmly.

“You got hit...in the groin.” The T.A. repeated slowly, like it was the lamest excuse she’d ever heard. “I’m sorry, that doesn’t qualify for an exam delay. Please find your seat.”

“Please, it’s...it hurts really really bad.” He tried to whisper, but his voice squeaked sharply, and a few more titters wafted down to him from his audience.

“Find your seat. You’re almost five minutes late already; any later and Wexler automatically fails you. We don’t let girls on their period skip an exam; we’re def not going to let you off just because you have...boy problems. It’ll probably go away in fifteen or twenty minutes anyway.”

“I got hit an hour ago, and it’s only gotten worse.”

She scoffed. “It’s been an hour?! Then I’m sure you’ll be fine. Just take your test and forget about the pain. If you really want, I can go out and pick you up an ice pack.”

He didn’t want to accept any favors from him after she’d been such a bitch, but a cold ice pack did sound like a really good idea. He could feel his ballsack swelling against his tight briefs.

“Y...yes, thank you. I’d really really appreciate that. Also, if you have any ibuprofen, or...if you don’t, there’s a drug store around the corner...”

She stared at him with disgust. He got the feeling she hadn’t expected him to even take her up on her modest offer. “I’m not going shopping for you, jesus. I’ll be by with the ice later, just get to your desk.”

He staggered up to the only empty seat, carrying the thick booklet, and sat down in his chair very, very carefully.

---

She didn’t come back until nearly an hour into the four-hour exam period, and Steven had barely made any progress on his test. Every time he tried to piece together a thought or write a sentence, a twinge of ballpain derailed him. He’d kept his whimpering as quiet as he could, but every student around seemed to hear him anyway, and his accidental classroom presentation on the state of his manhood gave them a precise idea of what he was mewling about. Every time he let another squeak escape, or he jerked over in pain, the girls on either side of him let out a hushed titter.

When the T.A. finally came back, he almost rushed out of his seat to get the ice from her, but he knew how painful of an ordeal that would be. She strolled over to him, smirking.

“Still need this? Or is the pain gone now?”

He grabbed for it wordlessly and shoved it down his pants. At first, the freezing cold only combined with the agony in his scrotum to make him more miserable, and he sucked air in through his teeth, sending another round of giggles through the girls around him. But after enduring a few minutes, his balls had started to numb, and the red-hot burning that had started creeping its way up through his nutcords was at least partially quenched beneath the soothing sensation of cold.

The ice allowed him almost two hours of mostly-focused concentration on his test, during which he finished just under half the questions. But by the fourth and final hour of the period, the pack had melted. Fifteen minutes later, his balls had warmed up, and the numbing relief was gone, replaced with an even sharper pain than before. Steven trembled as he struggled to finish the tenth essay question, his forehead dripping cold sweat onto the page. He began to worry that the ice had just stopped him from feeling the condition of his manhood worsen. It felt like they were balls of yarn just slowly unravelling in his sack, going softer and spongier until at last they were just so much useless mush, disintegrated into sterility while he was trying to remember arcane exceptions to some legal question. And all because he’d been too focused on his stupid fucking law school test. He should have taken his sister’s advice.

No, he shouldn’t have picked her up in the first place. That bitch was the only reason he was even in this situation. He could literally feel his balls coming apart beneath him, all because she’d thought it would be funny. He was going to be neutered for a fucking joke. Just thinking about it made him fume.

It was too much. Steven couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to see a doctor. He was too panicked and agonized to focus on the questions anyway. He signed his named hurriedly and rushed to the front of the room, hoping that his answers would be enough to pass the class. He’d had a top score going into the exame; he barely needed 30% to keep a passing grade.

The T.A. watched his approach with a smile.

“Leaving early and arriving late, huh? I guess you don’t take your grade too seriously.”

He didn’t even answer, just tossed his paper onto the thin stack in front of her and head back up the long aisle to the double doors leading out of the room. Near the exit of the way to the exit, he passed by a desk with a familiar occupant. Her hand darted out from a desk, shooting into his shorts from behind and grabbing between his legs. When her target was secured, she pulled back. Hard.

Steven’s knees buckled immediately, and he collapsed in a pile around the merciless fist, his tormentor twisting and yanking her handful.

“No no no no NO, god please...pleasestop!”

“Not a chance.” June whispered gleefully.. She looked down at him, leaning out of her desk a little bit to keep hold of his scrotum as he pulled her down with all his weight, curling forward until his knees and forehead touched the ground, his butt stuck up high in the air in a futile effort to minimize the distance between his ballsack and his crotch. His resulting fetal crouch bore a horribly ironic resemblance to a prayer stance. Certainly, he’d never begged God for anything as earnestly as he begged now.

“June, please...please let go of my balls. I need to go to the doctor, I...I think Katy really hurt me in the gym.” He choked out shrilly.

“Wow, the left one is SO swollen.” Steven looked desperately at the T.A. for help, but June’s voice was pitched too low for her to notice. He clenched his jaw in frustration and pain as her grip tightened.

“Oh ugh, it’s kind of like...mushy, too. She must’ve hit this one hard. Serena warned us about that, like if you pin them against your pelvic bone you can do a lot of damage. Better hope it’s not permanent.” Her thumb wriggled inside the sensitive, spongy tissue and steven nearly passed out. He’d fantasized about June’s soft hands darting down his shorts so many times before, but...not like this.

“June, please...why?” He croaked.

“Because there’s one move your sister didn’t show you, and I want to see how well it works. I was going to try this in the gym, but you rushed out too fast. It’s like this. You grab them, squeeze, and…”

His eyes went wide.

“...pull!” She yanked her fist up suddenly, jerking his overfull ballbag upwards, and he felt it slip past his puckering asshole and beyond. He screamed and struggled, feeling like a pinata on a string as she pulled his balls behind him harder and harder. The T.A. looked up at him, glaring, as he curled up on the floor, grabbing himself between the legs and rolling around in pain, coughing and moaning. June released her hold and went back to her test, pretending she had nothing to do with his whimpers and convulsions. She left his balls hanging limply behind him, squeezed to the bottom of his sack by his elastic waistband, in bulging display to everyone behind.

After what felt like hours, he managed to get on all fours, and gingerly pulled his shorts down, then back up over his now low-hanging manhood. Even that small effort wasn’t easy; Steven felt like he’d been hit in the balls with a sledgehammer, and any tiny movement was agonizing.  He crawled out of the room, each girl he passed by laughing at his pain, but ignoring his desperate whispers for help. He could hear their muted chatting behind him.

“....heard what he said before, right? And when his balls were hanging out, they looked like...”

“...like someone shrinkwrapped a cherry and a grapefruit, same colors and everything…”

“It’s been hours, if he’s still walking like that I don’t think he’ll ever have kids…”

“...can’t even walk. I heard they can like, pop. I hope that’s not what happened. Poor guy…”

“...if it hurts that much he should have gone earlier. How dumb do you have to be to…”

“...grabbed him like that? I think she could’ve torn something, like really tore, especially if he was already hurt...jesus, she pulled hard!”

“...just needs to man up. I’ve hit my boyfriend in the nuts before, and he didn’t cry about it for four hours. Like, how long does he think he can milk it?”

“...fucking hilarious, though.”

Steven finally made it out, the heavy double doors slamming behind him. He could barely breathe. The sun beat down mercilessly, and he collapsed against the wall. Dialing 911 was difficult with his shaking, but he managed to hold onto the call until they got his location. Then churning agony overwhelmed him, and the world went dark.

---

He awoke on a stretcher, blinking blearily at the dull aluminum roof of a small room, trying to remember where he was. Above him, sirens blared painfully loud. A woman held his hand, black haired and dressed in scrubs that fit her curvy figure tightly. In any other situation, he might have appreciated the view more, but there was a pesky, brain-searing sensation pulsing up through him from between his legs.

Oh. Right. The ambulance. For his...

“It’s ok, you’re safe now. You were in bad shape when we picked you up, though.” She looked pointedly between his legs, and he realized he was naked from the waist down; they must’ve cut his shorts off to examine his ball sack while he was blacked out.

“Am I going to be…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, but her guilty smirk made his stomach flip. “...castrated?”

She sighed deeply. “Well, it is a very serious injury.” The ambulance went over a bump, and she winced with sympathy as he gasped in pain. “If you’d called us earlier…” She trailed off. “But never mind that, no point dwelling on the past.”

“So…” he asked anxiously.

“Well, the good news is: no, we don’t have to do a full emasculation. But we are going to have to remove your left testicle.”

“No...fuck. No!” He groaned hoarsely. “There...there has to be some way to save it, right?” He followed her gaze down to his crotch. As massively lopsided as it was, his left ball was definitely still a solid sphere. “It looks fine to me. It’s just a little swollen, it’s a little bruised, it’ll be okay. It’ll be okay, she didn’t pop it. She didn’t pop it...” he babbled, his voice getting higher and shriller.

“Please, keep it down. And yeah, I know it looks like it’s intact, but I checked it very thoroughly, and I promise: inside, it’s basically peanut butter. It looks like you took a really hard hit and then just...sat on it for a long time, which is the worst thing you can do for an injury like this. Not to mention how damaged your cords are. How long did you wait, four hours?”

“...five.”

She grimaced. “Most guys would’ve gone to the hospital a lot earlier.”

“I...had a test.” He lay back, resigned. “Fuck…”

“It’ll be ok. This is why boys have two; accidents happen, but you’ll get through it.”

“That…” They hit another bump, and he sucked in air sharply through his teeth. “That doesn’t mean I want to lose a ball.”

She laughed. “Of course not, no guy does. Although...like I said, if you were that serious about keeping both, you really should have called earlier.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” He spat back.

“Anyway, you’ll still be able to have sex and kids and all that fun stuff. You’ll still have a normal life as a...mostly normal guy. We just do need to get you to the hospital, fast. Now hold on tight to that stretcher, this part of the road’s a little bumpy.”

Bump. He spasmed. A tear trickled down his temple and past his ear.

Bump. Bump. Each lurch brought another jolt of pain, and another reminder of the incredibly personal and humiliating surgery that awaited him at the end of the ride.

---

Kaitlin snuck into the hospital room, suppressing a laugh at her brother’s condition. The doctors had already anesthetized and prepped him for surgery, and he lay out on the examination table, his shorn scrotum puddled out on the cold metal like a fresh-plucked chicken. They’d called her mom as soon as he’d gotten in, and she’d come along when she heard the nature of his injury. She didn’t think her hits had warranted going to the hospital...but from the state of his groin, she had really underestimated her own strength. Ms. Serena was right; she was a lot more capable than she gave herself credit for. She beamed with pride at the sight of her handiwork.

But she hadn’t snuck in here just to revel in her ballbreaking power. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a very personal, very...involuntary photoshoot of him.her fully intact brother. She could finally show her friends exactly how small he was, and it was literally the last time in his life he’d have a full sack, especially one this massive. It could be a nice memory in their scrapbook, years down the line when this whole ordeal was just a funny memory to both of them.

Well, at least, that’s how long it would for him to think it’s funny. That image of her brother hobbling out of the gym, crying and moaning like a little bitch, had her giggling to herself all day. And now here he was, waiting to get his ball cut off because he took his stupid law degree too seriously. She could barely keep from laughing as she held her phone up, taking picture after picture of his misshapen sack.

The door to the patient room swung open. A lady in a white doctors uniform strode in, distractedly flipping through a clipboard full of forms on one hand, and a plastic see-through container full of gleaming scalpels, scissors, forceps and clamps in the other. The label “Orchiectomy Kit” was stamped on the front.

“What are you doing here?”

 Kaitlin went white as a sheet, and she stammered a non-response. If her mom found out she’d snuck in here to take pictures...

“Seriously, this paperwork is terrible. What are you doing working here? Are you new or something? I can’t even tell which nut I’m snipping.” Kaitlin looked down, and realized her loose blue work uniform did bear a passing resemblance to a nurse’s scrubs, at least to the hurried glance of an overworked surgeon.

“I…”

“Well, which is it? Left or right?”

An idea gripped her. It was meaner than anything she’d ever done to her brother, but...if she really wanted a memory to take home...

“Right.”

“Great, finally. Now get out of here, it’s a delicate operation and I don’t an incompetent intern in the way.” Kaitlin slipped out quickly. This wasn’t just going to be funny; this was going to be hilarious. Sitting in the waiting room, knowing that what was going to be drastic but mostly harmless surgery was actually a full on sex change...

He was going to be so pissed. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

---

Steven stirred awake again, his thoughts still muzzy from the anesthesia, but most of his senses restored. He felt a distinct stabbing pain from between his legs, and he started to remember where he was. And what he’d lost. His stomach dropped. They had really snipped his nut off. He was officially half a man, forever.

He tried to hold back his tears, tried to look on the bright side. It could be worse, after all. Like the nurse said, at least he had a spare.

“Finally awake, sleepyhead?” The blonde doctor strode back in. “I’ve been waiting forever, you’re really a lightweight for that anesthesia. Traffic on the way back home is going to be awful, so thanks a lot for that. I came all the way out to this backwater town because you don’t have any testicular specialists, and I’m stuck out here for a whole day…”

“Sorry.” He said, without knowing why. “I...how long will it hurt for?” A worse pain was starting to creep up him as he fully regained his senses. A deeper, more urgent pain, a sharp echo of the injury that had sent him to surgery in the first place, but it was growing louder and clearer by the second.

She frowned. “You should feel a lot better now that you’re one nut lighter. There shouldn’t be much pain now, just a sting from the incision. Don’t tell me you’re bitching about that.”

The pain was a lot more than a sting. Oh god, it was bad. It started feeling even worse than it had in the ambulance ride over. Horrified, Steven looked down between his legs.

Instead of the small but healthy dangler he’d expected to see, he was greeted with a fleshy mass so swollen he could barely recognize it as him. Mottled black and blue, his monstrous left nut had deformed past recognition. On the right side, a tiny set of black stitches confirmed his suspicion.

They’d cut off the wrong ball.

He couldn’t hold back his wail. As his chest-heaving screams filled the room, the doctor’s eyes fell on the mass left between his legs, and her eyes went wide.

“What...what the fuck? That was still a complete organ when I was operating.” She looked up at him in disgust. “How did it...Jesus, you must have done this to yourself while I was out of the room.”

He shook his head frantically, traumatized beyond speaking. He could only focus on the horrible thought as it sank into him. His last good ball…the only organ that could still make him a man, snipped off into a surgical tray, discarded with the other medical refuse.

“I don’t know what kind of sick fuck you are to do something like...that, but I can tell just from looking I’m going to have to cut this one out too.” To confirm, she grabbed him roughly, and his ball deformed wetly like a lump of uncooked hamburger. When she let go, it didn’t regain its shape.

“Did you like having a women between your legs that much, you little perv? You actually neutered yourself just to make me stay here a little longer, make me pay more attention to your sad little dick?” She flicked his sack, and something sloshed around wetly.

“AaaaaaaaAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiii, god my NUT!”

She threw up her hands in disbelief. “I can’t believe my luck...you better hope your insurance covers my premium for overtime.”

“Why...why me...why me.” He sobbed softly.

“Intern, prep the kit again! Oh, and get me some extra sponges and gauze. This one’s going to be messy.”

--

Kaitlin tried not to look too eager when the waiting room doors swung inward and her brother came out, a nurse pushing his wheelchair. She noticed, with no small amusement, that he’d set the footrests of it as wide apart as he could. The hospital gown covered his crotch well enough, but the lack of bulge beneath was apparent.

“Kaitlyn Breyer? Your brother’s ready to head home.” The doctor said impatiently. Steven’s head lolled back in the chair, a thin stream of drool trickling down his cheek. “He’s not all the way conscious yet, but I’m sure as hell not going to wait around for him to wake up again. He should be fine in an hour or two, and you’ll have to break the bad news to him all over again.”

“What do you mean?” Kaitlin asked.

“I gave him a debriefing between surgeries, but it’s likely he won’t remember. He had some...irrational behavior that makes me think he might’ve suffered a head injury. It’s possible his last memory might be from the ambulance, when he still had a viable testicle, so...When he finds we snipped off both, he’s not going to be too happy.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, it might be a little rough. Lots of tears and all that. It’s honestly another reason I don’t really want to stick around; watching a boy wake up and find out he’s missing his most important parts...it can be very emotional for him.”

Kaitlin tried to act appropriately sober, but a giggle snuck out. “Of course, doc, I’ll take good care of him. Thank you so much.”

She grabbed the chair and wheeled Steven quickly out to her car, not bothering to use the handicap ramp. Her brother’s unconscious body twitched as the chair bumped sharply down the curb, but she was in too much of a hurry to care. The clock was ticking.

She remembered when her cousin had gotten pregnant for the first time last year. The happy couple had told each member of their family one at a time and recorded their reactions. She had loved seeing all the genuine tearful, happy, or shocked expressions. Of course, her brother wasn’t going to be able to ever share that kind of news now. But if she drove fast, she could get him over to the bedroom and get ready to film his genuine first reaction before he woke up.

It was going to be a big moment for him. She had to capture it for posterity.

---

Steven sat outside the gym in his car again, staring blankly at the parking lot. His crotch still itched furiously, even two weeks after his operation. They’d taken the stitches out, but the doctor had warned him it’d be a while weeks before the internal scars healed up, and he wasn’t to scratch himself down there no matter how badly he wanted to. He was also to stay away from...”other stimulation”, she’d added, with an enigmatic smile. “Even if you can manage it.”

He’d since learned why she’d thought that was so funny. He hadn’t been able to get hard since his balls were removed. His healthcare plan did cover the specialist’s exorbitant fee, but didn’t leave him any cash to cover the expensive hormone pills he would need to remain, in her words, “chemically and physically a male”. So a sex life, even a solo one, was pretty much out of the question permanently.

To add insult to injury, his career was finished before it even began. He’d bombed the test hard enough to earn a No Pass in Wexler’s class, and that mark on his grades combined with the current job market for newly-graduated law students led to resume rejection after rejection. He’d started applying to fast food and retail spots, but he was so overqualified he couldn’t get a call back from them either. In a few weeks, he’d have to move back home. The thought of living with his bitch of a sister made him want to scream.

He gritted his teeth as he looked at the clock again. He didn’t have any obligations today, but he was still anxious to leave the gym. Just being around here brought back horrible memories. He’d tried to talk his way out of giving her a ride, but she’d cajoled him into it, threatening to tell her friends about his injury if he didn’t. The thought of that made him shudder; the one relief he had is that nobody knew he’d lost his balls yet. He could still pretend he was a man. Mostly.

Although that wouldn’t last forever. Without any hormones...he tried not to think about all the changes the doctor said he should expect.

Finally, he got tired of waiting. Steven opened the door and stomped into the gym, swinging through the big double doors. Once again, Kaitlin was in the corner with her hot friends, but this time he wasn’t distracted by their taut bodies. He saw her put her hands out in front of her, like she was holding onto invisible shoulders, and swiftly bring her knee up twice. Then she swung her leg back and kicked forward.

It was exactly what she had done to him. She was telling them…

“No!” He shouted, and his voice came out a shrill squeal. Kaitlin turned to face him and her eyes lit up.

“Speak of the devil! I was just showing the girls the uh…” She grinned sheepishly. June rolled her eyes. “...prank.” She finished lamely.

“We know what you did to him, Katy, we were there. I was asking about the...aftermath.” The buxom blonde flashed him a smile.

“How’re things hanging, Stevie?” She asked coyly. “You really rushed out of the test. Did you just finish early, or did you have someplace to be?” He didn’t respond.

“You said he had to go to the hospital, right?” Amy asked, and Kaitlin bit her lip guiltily. Steven stared at her in horror.

“You...you said you wouldn’t tell…”

“I couldn’t help telling them I was at the hospital. I promise I didn’t say anything about, like, your surgery.”

“Didja lose one nut or two?” June asked. He didn’t respond, just stared down at his feet hoping they’d stop teasing him if they didn’t get a reaction from him.

“Oh, that look definitely means two.” Amy said gleefully.

Kaity shrugged apologetically. “Not my fault they guessed it.”  Steven felt his face flush with anger. If you hadn’t just confirmed it, you stupid...

“Oh my god, you sat through that whole test…” June could barely keep her laughter down. “Jesus, you must really have loved that class. And afterwards, when I...no wonder you were screaming so much.”

“Yeah, like right after that they called us over to the hospital, and they um...had to snip them both off.” Kaitlyn added.

“It was only one.” He said, glaring at her.

“Oh, so you’ve still got one of your nuts? Why are you walking so funny then?” June asked. He didn’t respond to that either.

“There was a uh...mix up, and they accidentally, you know…” Kaitlin mimed a pair of scissors. “...removed the wrong one.”

 Amy’s jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“Yeah way. And then of course they had to take the other one, since it was all mushy. So it’s not even really my fault he’s a nutless wonder now, it was just an accident. Although...if he’d gone earlier, he could’ve avoided surgery totally..” She shrugged. “Like, I’m not trying to blame you, Steven, but...it’s kinda your fault too.”

“I don’t believe it.” Amy said.

Kaitlin exchanged a meaningful look with the other two girls, and all three grinned.

“Let me show you then.”

His eyes widened. “Kaitlin, don’t…”

“Amy, we’ll get his arms. June, you get his pants.”

He tried to get away, but their practice at the gym had made Amy and his sister much stronger than him. June kneeled down in front of him and started to undo his belt and zipper. In his pre-surgery days, he’d fantasized about a moment like this so many times...

Except instead of pulling his thick (it was a fantasy), turgid cock out of his zipper and sucking him dry, June ended her unbuckling by pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and stepping back. His tiny pink macaroni of a penis hung down sadly between his legs, his ballsack a deflated fleshy balloon beneath. All at once, the three girls burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, his sack is so...weird! I’ve never seen an empty one! It looks like...like that thing underneath a chickens neck, you know what I mean? All wrinkly and floppy.”

“Yeah, you’re totally right. And you really weren’t kidding about his dick, Katy, he’s hung like a hamster! Did it shrink after they cut your balls out or something, Stevie?”

“No, that’s the funniest part. It...it was always that small!” Kaitlin could hardly breathe through her laughter.

Finally, mercifully, the defense instructor noticed the commotion. She walked over to the four of them, frowning.

“Hey, hey! That’s not appropriate. Just because we don’t have any male volunteers in here anymore doesn’t mean you can harass this guy to practice your, uh….” Her eyes dropped to the limp flesh between his legs. “Oh. Oh my god.” She covered a grin up. “Let him go, girls. Let him pull his pants back up, please. I really don’t need to see...that.” They dropped him, and he pulled his pants back up as quick as he could.

“So, you must be Katy’s brother, Steven.”

“Yeah, how did you know?” Her eyes flicked meaningfully to his crotch. He turned to his sister, his face reddening even more.

“You told her too?” He hissed.

“Why do you care? She didn’t even know you. I thought you only wanted me not to tell, like...your classmates and friends and stuff. Of course I’ve told tons of people who don’t even know you. You can’t seriously expect me not to, it’s too great of a story.”

“Steven, actually, I’ve wanted to ask you for something.” The instructor composed herself, looking away from his crotch sheepishly until he finished tucking himself into his pants. “A couple weeks ago, we had an...incident where one of our volunteers had their cup broken, and the girls didn’t notice until we’d gone through a few rounds practice, and by the time they realized his begging and screaming wasn’t part of his acting...” She trailed off, grimacing. “Well, the point is, all the male volunteers for our class have quit, and nobody wants to sign up anymore. We need someone with a male build to practice against, and seeing as how you, uh...Don’t need to worry about a cup breaking…”

“No.” He answered right away, glaring at his sister. “I’m not going to be your fucking practice dummy.”

“Really? We are willing to pay $50 an hour. Only about eight hours a week, but it’s better than nothing, right?”

He hesitated. That’d be enough money for him to keep his own apartment. And all he’d have to endure is getting kicked in his nutless crotch by his sister and her friends a few times a week. It was pretty much his nightmare job, but...it was better than living with her.

“Plus, even though it’s part time, it actually comes with a limited health plan. It’s specific to the position, so it only covers certain injuries and, uh...male hormone replacements.” She coughed awkwardly, and held out a sheaf of paperwork. “I know it’s probably not your first choice of work, but...at least check out the application? You really are a perfect fit for us.”

He so, so desperately wanted to say no, wanted to hold out for something less humiliating...but he also didn’t want to watch his cock shrivel up into a nub and lose his sex drive permanently.

“Fine.” he grumbled, taking the paperwork and turning to leave with his sister.

---

“You’re pissed, huh? I can tell you’re pissed.”

“Why would I be pissed? Because you kicked me in the balls so hard that I had to go to the hospital?” He spat bitterly. “Or because you told everyone in our whole fucking town about it?”

“God, get over yourself. People are going to notice anyway. Trust me, I can already kinda tell; your voice is definitely getting higher.”

He’d noticed too, but he’d been hoping that was just in his head. God damnit.

“Look, I know getting neutered sucks, but at least you got a job out of it! Honestly, you should be thanking me.”

“Why the fuck would I thank you?”

“Losing your nuts was the best career move you’ve ever made, now that you’re not wasting all that time and money at some stupid law school. You’re making $400 bucks a week to get kicked in the crotch, and you won’t even feel a thing.” He glared at her, but she just grinned back.

“Come on, you don’t have to be so mad. Anyway, the doctor said you’d stop feeling that way once you get past the whole obsession with losing your balls, like once you forget about sex and babies and stuff like that. And really, it’s not the end of the world. It’s not exactly like you were getting laid regularly before your little surgery.”

She looked at him frankly. “Or laid ever, really. I know you never had a girlfriend, were you still a virgin?”

“Fuck you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes. God, you are so testy today.” She giggled. “You know what? You’ve been such a dick, I’m just going to go ahead and post it.”

“Post what?”

She took out her phone and tapped away.

“Remember when our cousin Peggy got pregnant, and she posted that compilation video of everyone’s reaction? Remember how fun it was?”

His heart dropped into his stomach. “You wouldn’t…”

His phone buzzed.

“Already did.”

A new notification from facebook hung at the top of the screen. Steven tapped it without thinking and immediately regretted it.

“Ooh, and it is popular. Don’t worry, I made sure to tag you so you can enjoy your fame.”

His own tear-streaked face filled the screen, filmed from below. Far below. Still, she’d kept his privates conveniently off camera, so he couldn’t even count on automoderators to take it down for nudity. Her tinny female voice screeched out of his phone speakers. “Surprise! You’re neutered!” Onscreen, his eyes met the camera, then went wide.

His phone vibrated over and over, alerting him to every comment, like, and share, until it was just a continuous rumble. It was almost loud enough to cover his soft sobbing.