The Testogram

The Testogram

By DawDude77

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Part 1

The Testogram (Testicular Mammogram) The day I turned 18 was the day that American oncologist Dr. Amy Herricks discovered a new kind of cancer that grew inside of the testicle. Because the new cancer would grow inside the testicles so deep, it could not be detected by already common testicle exams. She worked to gain funding for a new machine that could automatically scan for cancer in the testicles, the Testogram. And the week after my 16th birthday, she got it.

Men would visit the doctor once a year beginning at the age of 16 in order to scan for any abnormalities. Any man over the age of 60 would be neutered to avoid the cancer. Lucky me, cancer runs in the family. I had always grown up without a dad. He left when I was 2 months old and I don't remember him. But I grew up with my mom. She was sweet and kind. An active member of the church too. She was diagnosed with breast cancer 4 years ago when she was 35. They got rid of it, but since then she's had to have a mammogram every year. After the machine was approved, Dr. Amy was able to get the new Testogram machines settled in at hospitals around the country.

My mom scheduled a scan for me as soon as she could. In order to prepare for the procedure, I was not allowed to masturbate for 3 days before. Once my appointment date arrived, I had to wear boxers and nylon shorts. It was a hot August day and about 95°F outside. Walking into the hospital was a nice air-conditioned relief, but it was short-lived as I entered the Testogram clinic. It felt as if I'd stepped back outside again.

"Hello. Can I please have your name?" asked the young blonde girl behind the desk.

My mom answered her with my name to which the girl replied, "have a seat the nurse will be right out."

 After 5 minutes of sitting a nurse came out of a solid wooden door. She was a skinny brunette with light brown eyes and tan skin. She said my name aloud and I got up and walked over to her, my mother remained sitting. As I walked into the hallway I heard the clank and click of the door closing and latching behind me.

I followed the nurse into a brightly lit room. There was a machine in the middle of the room and a half-wall divider with a glass window a couple feet to the left of it. The nurse walked over to the machine and I got to see it close up. There was a 1-inch thick steel plate on the bottom with a half-inch thick piece of clear plexiglass 6 inches above it. There were also 2 sideways U shaped pieces facing each other. The nurse asked me to remove my shorts and underwear so I did. She pressed a switch on the side of the machine which raised both plates so that the metal plate was directly at my crotch level. Then she took my loose testicles in her soft, ungloved hands and placed them on the ice-cold steel plate. Quickly after that, the two U shaped pieces closed together around the base of my scrotum with the testicles on the plate. The U shaped pieces continued to close together until they were tightly wrapped around my scrotum.

"These are for holding your testicles on the plate." explained the nurse. "To make sure they don't slide off during the scan."

She repositioned my testicles on the plate so the cords were out of the way and told me to stand right up against the machine. The U shaped pieces which now formed a tight O around my scrotum pulled towards the plates to allow the testicles to lye flat. She stepped behind the wall and pressed a button and slowly the plexiglass plate began to descend towards the steel plate. 5 inches. 4 inches. 3 inches. 2 inches. The plate touched my testicles and stopped. I squirmed and tried to back away a step.

"Stand right up to the plates please." The young nurse requested.

I straightened up and held my body up against the machine. She pressed another button and the plate descended a bit more, now 1 inch above the steel plate. I could see through the top of the glass my testicles up against the glass. Starting to become pale white. The plate continued to descend lower. I wriggled and squirmed in place but tried to stay against the machine. 7/8 inch.

"You can shout or cry if you need to." Offered the nurse, oblivious to the intense pain I was in. "just remember to breathe."

The machine continued to squeeze my testicles between the steel and glass plates. 3/4 inch. I shouted in pain as tears began to flow from my eyes. I looked down and through my tear blurred eyes could see a single round flesh piece with two distinct whitened ovals from my separate testicles.

"Let me know when you can't take any more," the nurse innocently warned me as the plate descended to 5/8 inch.

"I can't take any more!!"I shouted between screams of anguish.

My testicles were on fire and the pain had spread to my stomach.

"I think we can go a bit more," the nurse suggested.

The plate descended again now to 1/2 inch. I was wailing in pain and my testicles felt like they were crushed flat. The nurse came out from behind the wall and walked over to the machine. She bent down slightly to examine my testicles which resembled more of a small pancake and smiled a bit as she did so. She reached up and pulled down the large x-Ray camera and positioned it over my aching testicles.

She retreated back to behind the wall and for what felt like hours took x-rays of my testicles, stopping occasionally to reposition the camera over one or both testicles.

"Okay," she said, smiling. "We're all done taking the x-rays. Now hold tight while I get the doctor to give them a quick look."

"Aren't you going to release my balls?" I pleaded, through gritted teeth. The pressure on my balls was severe and I felt like I could hardly stand it.

"Oh, it'll just be a second. And I'd rather keep you in case we need more pictures. It'd be a pain if I had to release you and then position you again."

She went out to go get the doctor, leaving me there. When she returned, the doctor was following her. The doctor a very attractive woman in her late 20s. She had blond hair back in a ponytail and despite the scrubs she was wearing, I could clearly see she had a nice figure. As she walked in she was saying "--it's new so I know you're not used to it yet. But definitely a little flatter than that."

Seeing you looking at her, she stopped what she was saying and talked to you for a moment instead, "How are you doing champ?"

"It hurts so bad."

"Oh, I know. But it's still much better than cancer, right? I was just telling my nurse here and she didn't get your testicles quite flat enough, so we're going to have to go down another couple of notches. I know you're the sort of tough guy who can take that, aren't you?"

"I don't know."

"Don't worry. It's all perfectly safe. Okay, tighten it up."

The nurse pushed the button and I felt the pressure get even worse. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. My balls were just causing an intense agony which radiated through my whole body. I couldn't sit still and started moaning and writhing, hoping to somehow get some sort of release, but the machine held my testicles fast.

Seeing me writhe, the doctor chuckled and the nurse giggled a little too. "See," the doctor said under her breath to the nurse, "if they're not dancing at least a little, you can go tighter. It's for their own good."

The doctor then left and the nurse spent another fifteen minutes positioning the camera and snapping photos while I writhed in pain. Finally, I heard her say "Okay, just getting the doctor again."

"Please ... out ..." I begged incoherently.

"Don't worry. You'll be done soon," I heard her say as she went to fetch the doctor. I was in so much pain that I didn't know what to do other than move and try to pull my balls free, but nothing was budging. I was stuck and horrified. I kept glancing down at my amazingly flattened testicles and then up at the clock. I had trouble even reading it due to how much pain I was in. But after a while I was horrified to work out that it had been forty minutes since I'd first been put in and ten minutes since the nurse left. As I writhed in pain, time ticked by and soon it was twenty minutes I'd been alone in the room. How long were they going to leave me in here with my poor balls squished so mercilessly flat? Finally, she and the doctor reappeared.

The doctor was looking at the images on the tablet. "The quality is much better on these," she remarked to the nurse.

I tried to beg her to let me out. "Pl--- ow", I just couldn't really form words. The pain in my balls was huge, but it kept throbbing and fluctuating making it hard for me to concentrate.

Approaching me, the doctor said, "Okay, now, I have to say, this looks much better. But still, I'm just a little worried." She held up the tablet where I could see it. "Do you see this spot?"

"Wha?" I managed to squeak out. I had no idea what she was showing me. I understood that the overall thing was an image of my flattened testicles, but the little faint dots and splotches meant nothing to me, especially not while my balls were still trapped in that infernal machine.

"Yes, I agree that it's very concerning," she said. "Which is why I want to get a closer look at it. So we're going to take a couple more pictures. And what I think will really make it clear up in the image is if we go down a couple more notches." She addressed the nurse who seemed ready to press the button, "Not yet." Then she turned back to me and continued, "But at that point we're just beyond the manufacturer recommended safety margins. There is some chance, even though it's very small that we could rupture your testicles. This is generally fairly safe and there have only been a very small number of instances where damage occurred, and if it did, we would deliver medical aid immediately. But you're a healthy young man with strong testicles, so I'm sure it would be no problem for you. So my recommendation is that we take another few pictures with your balls even a little flatter. But, because this carries some risk, I want to make sure you consent to it. So if you don't consent, simply say in a loud, clear voice: 'I do not consent to exceeding the manufacturer's safety recommendations during this testicular imaging procedure.'"

I tried my best, but it came out something like "I dooo n-- oh god. I dooo, ow, please!"

"Okay," the doctor said, "you heard him. Let's tighten it down." Turning back to me, she said, "Don't worry. I'll be right here, so if you balls do break, I'll be watching and see it exactly as it happens." She sounded more gleeful than concerned, but I couldn't do anything but feel my balls get even flatter as the nurse pushed the button and then, after clearing a warning, pushed it a second time. I screamed in sheer agony. I never imagined that I could feel that much pain in one part of my body. I writhed and pulled and it only made things worse. The nurse and doctor both wound up giggling. "Boy, he's a live one," the doctor commented.

I thought she would leave the room again while the nurse took the X-rays, but she stayed behind the wall watching me as the nurse repeatedly repositioned the camera and took more x-rays. The doctor seemed to be examining images as they were coming up. Finally she said, "Okay. That's good."

Then she came over to me and showed me the tablet again. My vision at this point had spots as a result of the ongoing testicular torment, and I couldn't focus at all, but I do remember her saying something like. "Now that we've got a better view, in good news, it's definitely not cancer. But, it could still be something else serious. So I've scheduled you to have a testogram every three months so that we can keep an eye on it. I look forward to seeing you then." Then she turned to the nurse, "Okay, we can let him go."

The nurse pressed the button and the plate raised. As it did I could see my balls returning to their normal shape. I felt so relieved when the U pieces separated and I was free. But when I tried to take a step, I found that my legs were still wobbly and worn out from all of the writhing, and I wound up collapsing slowly to the floor. The nurse went and got a wheelchair for me and helped me back out to the waiting room. I was starting to feel better as my mother wheeled me out of the office until I heard the receptionist's voice saying "see you in three months," and just the thought of it made my tender balls start to hurt again.

Part 2

(2nd Appointment)

It had been 4 months since my first Testogram appointment and I was dreading the next one. The doctor had scheduled me to have an appointment 3 months after the first, but I ended up having baseball tryouts and my mom had to reschedule. With the rescheduled appointment for next week, I couldn’t help but try to figure out ways to try and get out of it.

knock knock “Honey can I come in?” my mom asked outside my door.

“Yeah,” I replied.

mom comes in and stands in the doorway “So you remember how we rescheduled your appointment to next week?” she asked.

“Yeah I remember,” I answered, hoping she was going to bring up a reason that it had to be rescheduled again.

“So I have a hair appointment and won’t be able to bring you there,” she said.

“Oh okay, so did you call to reschedule?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.

“No of course not! You’re already a month overdue! I’m having Vanessa bring you!”

“But doesn’t she have a class that day??” I asked, embarrassed at the thought of my older sister brought me to such a personal appointment.

“Yes honey, but your health is important! I already told her she would need to take you so don’t worry about it,” she told me.

She left and closed the door before I could argue. It was embarrassing enough to have my mom take me to a Testogram appointment, the thought of my sister taking me was even worse.

Vanessa was 18 and in college for nursing. She was tall and slender, about 5’7” with long and wavy dirty blonde hair. We got along okay even though I used to bug her a lot when I was younger. She still lived at home since it was cheaper to just commute to college, and she was single so she didn’t have a boyfriend to live with.

The morning of my appointment came and I woke up feeling sick to my stomach already, remembering the pain from my first appointment. I told Vanessa I wasn’t feeling well and she told me it’s probably just anxiety.

“Mom said your ballsies are already overdue for their checkup! Plus I’m missing my anatomy class for this,” she said.

I met Vanessa out in her car and she started driving to the clinic.

“Why can’t I drive myself anyways?” I asked her.

“That’s the clinic’s rules since you’re still not 18 yet,” Vanessa answered. “Plus it’s probably dangerous to have you drive if you’re still in pain after,” she giggled.

I stayed quiet for the rest of the ride. When we got to the clinic, Vanessa followed me inside. I walked up to the receptionist and checked in, and she had us sit while waiting for the nurse. There were a few others out in the waiting room who got called before me. We sat in the waiting room for about 20 minutes before a nurse came out and called my name. I stood up to follow her and the nurse looked my direction.

“Vanessa?” the nurse asked, noticing my sister still sitting.

“Oh hi Mrs. Walker!” my sister replied. “You work here?”

“I working here when I’m not busy teaching at the college,” the nurse said. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be in class today?”

“Yeah, but my mom was busy so I had to bring my brother here instead,” my sister answered, pointing at me.

“Oh that’s too bad. Say, how would you like to come back here and see how things work?” the nurse asked Vanessa.

“I would love to! Today we would be studying the male reproductive system anyways,” my sister responded eagerly.

“Perfect! Come along,” the nurse said.

Before I could protest, Vanessa got up and started walking towards the nurse, who beckoned for me to follow them.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long, we’re a bit short staffed today,” the nurse said while guiding us down the hallway.

We entered the room I was all too familiar with. I could still remember the feeling of the cold hard steel, then the agonizing pain that soon followed. The nurse asked my sister to close the door behind us.

“Okay, buddy I think you know the drill. I need you to take your pants and underwear off please,” instructed the nurse.

“But…with her in here??” I asked, glancing at my sister.

“C’mon bro, I’m missing my class about male anatomy today anyways. The least you can do it let me watch,” my sister said, annoyed at my hesitance. “Besides, I changed your diaper growing up too.”

I embarrassingly undressed, revealing myself to the nurse and my sister, who stifled her giggle at the sight. The nurse adjusted the machine so the steel plate was at the height of my balls. She beckoned my sister to come close as she placed my delicate, loose testicles on the cold plate. I shivered from the sudden cold and pulled away from the plate, but my balls were still being held by the nurse causing me to yelp in pain.

“Whoops! Sorry buddy,” the nurse chuckled while my sister kept giggling.

“How are you going to keep him from pulling them off there during the X-rays?” my sister asked out of curiosity.

“That’s what this is for,” the nurse answered as she clipped the two U shaped pieces around my balls, securing them to the plate. She then showed my sister how the buttons on the machine work to adjust the plates.

“Do you want to try?” she asked my sister.

“Yes please!” replied Vanessa.

She examined the buttons and pressed one. I felt the metal plate move up, pulling me up onto my tiptoes as my balls were yanked upwards on the plate. I cried out in pain as I hung there by my balls. The nurse quickly corrected her and lowered the metal plate back down, allowing me to stand normal again. Vanessa apologized to me while trying to contain her laughter, and the nurse showed her how to lower the clear acrylic plate.

“The machine has a built-in sensor to know how much pressure is being applied, so it will stop you before it’s too much,” the nurse told Vanessa.

The nurse then had my sister start lowering the plate down towards my balls. I watched horrified as it got closer and closer, imagining the agony I went through before. Vanessa watched too, eager to learn. I felt as the plate started crushing my balls, and I yelped out in pain again. This caused my sister to stop, worrying she had gone too far.

“They need to go much flatter than that Vanessa,” said the nurse, oblivious to the pain I was already enduring. “Remember, it will stop you if it’s too much.”

“Okay,” Vanessa replied. Then she looked at me and said, “See? They’re barely even squished yet, your ballsies are fine!” She then pressed the button and started lowering the plate even more while intensely watching my balls flatten. I screamed out in pain, making Vanessa chuckle and shake her head again.

“Please!! No more!” I begged them.

“Normally we don’t go to the warning point, but I read in your chart that you had an unusual spot at your last appointment, so we need to get the best shot we can,” the nurse told me.

She then had my sister lower the plate, even more, squashing my balls. I glanced down at them, and they looked just as flat and pale as I had remembered from 4 months ago. Just as a tear streamed down my cheek and it felt like my balls were going to explode, the machine stopped.

“Okay, that should be flat enough. See how the machine stopped automatically?” the nurse asked my sister.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing! I wouldn’t have known when to stop! I didn’t even know balls could get that flat,” Vanessa said with a nervous laugh.

The nurse then showed my sister how to position the X-ray camera over my testicles and they went behind the wall and came back out a few times to reposition the camera. In all, the pictures and repositioning took about 10 minutes.

“Okay, I have to go check on another patient and the doctor has to check on your pictures,” the nurse told me. “Vanessa, would you like to come with me?”

“Absolutely!” my sister answered, happy to have the opportunity for more learning.

“Pl…please…let…me…ouuuuuut!” I cried, but the nurse shook her head and just told me she wouldn’t be long. They left the room, leaving me and my crushed testicles standing there sobbing. The machine unrelentlessly keeping my balls flat while my body shook from the pain. I could barely stand, but I was being held up by my balls and couldn’t sit or go anywhere. I felt like I was going to pass out and vomit at the same time, and my vision was blurry. I stared at them, terrified at how flat they were and wondering if they would regain their usual round shape. I couldn’t help as tears continued to stream down my face, and I wished I could do something to distract me from the pain but my phone was in my pants pocket which was far out of reach. I tried to yell and scream for help, but the soundproofing in the room made it useless.

Finally, my sister and the nurse returned, and I realized it had been half an hour since they had left. I was a sweaty, crying mess. The nurse asked if the doctor had come to see me yet, and I said she hadn’t. The nurse then left again to go get the doctor, leaving me in the room with Vanessa.

“This place is so cool! One of the patients we saw was a guy I knew from high school who was a huge douche. I squashed his nuts right up to the machine’s warning and he passed out! Luckily Mrs. Walker was right there to catch him cause it probably would’ve ripped his balls right off!” Vanessa told me cheerfully. “This is definitely where I wanna work once I finish college!”

Just then the nurse came back in with the same doctor I had seen from my last appointment.

“Well your scans were clear this time, your sister did a great job! I still see the same spot as before and it seems unchanged, but I’m still going to keep you on the three month schedule just to be safe. Thank you for your patience,” the doctor said. Then turning to my sister, “thank you for your help today, I hope you’ll consider working with us someday, or maybe even interning here.”

The nurse then came over and released my balls from the machine. They had almost gone numb, but all at once the blood flow returned and the pain returned again. The U shaped pieces released me and I fell to the floor, clutching my aching balls. The nurse, doctor, and Vanessa all covered their smiles but I could tell they were laughing. The nurse got me a wheelchair and Vanessa wheeled me out to the car and helped me get in. I hunched over and cradled my balls, and didn’t say a word for the whole ride home.

Three Strikes (Parts 1-7)

**Castration**

By PreunBB

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THE JOCK

The 5th period bell rang, and I climbed out of the pool. P.E. had always been my favorite class, and swimming my favorite sport. Being one of the best swimmers on the school’s swim team, I could outswim most of the rest of the class, and I loved showing off to the girls in his class.

Of course, my athletic prowess wasn’t the only thing I got to show off. I’d often catch one of them staring at my Speedo, a smirk across her face. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, and more than once, I’d manage to turn a quick giggle or glance down south into something more, skipping 6th and sneaking away into a stall or closet for some more private fun.

Today, I caught Michelle staring at the goods, her mouth agape and a line of drool forming at the corner. Michelle was a sweet blond, with an ass like an apple and tight, firm tits. She always tried to convince people that the stories they hear about cheerleaders weren’t true, that she didn’t just live to fuck the fattest cock she could find. From what I’ve heard about her, nothing could be closer to the truth. I wondered if the janitor’s closet near building B was unlocked today…

A whistle broke me out of my daze, and Ms. White called us back in. As I picked my towel up and shuffled inside, she caught me by the shoulder. “I’d like to talk with you after class. Come meet me in my office after you dry off, I’ve got a pass from your next teacher.”

She smirked, and a familiar look came over her face. “Don’t change.”

God damn. Fuck Michelle, fuck Jenny, and fuck any of the other girls in the class. Joan White beats them all. I had never understood how a woman like her became a high school coach, when she could be a model or an actor or anything else she damned please. Fiery red hair and legs like a pinup were attached to the two best cans in the world. This isn’t some teenage fantasy; large as my head, they seemed like yet another part of a body that hadn’t been told they should be thrice my age. I’d always hoped to find out if they were just some pushup bra magic or implants, and it looks like I was about to learn the truth.

I dried off as fast as I could and rushed over to Ms. White’s office, hoping no one saw my raging boner flopping out of my Speedos. Inside, all the blinds were closed, and Ms. White sat on her desk chair, her blouse barely containing her ludicrous bosom. She was openly staring at my erection, and when I sat down she leaned over her desk to keep her eye on it, giving me an eyeful of what I was sure I was going to be seeing in more detail soon.

“You were quite impressive out there. I’ve never seen anyone with such a great…talent for swimming.”

I smiled back, keeping up the pretense that we weren’t out to fuck each other’s brains out. “Thank you, Ms. White. I haven’t missed a meet this year.”

“Please, call me Joan. You know, there aren’t any boys in the district who could beat you I think. It seems like on the rare occasions you lose, it’s to girls.”

My smile faded. I didn’t really understand where she was going with this.

“This isn’t uncommon. Nearly all of the local swim champions have been girls, with a few notable exceptions. I want you to become one of them.”

My erection started to subside. This wasn’t as much fun as I’d hoped. “What do you want me to do? Extra practices? I could come in on-“

She cut me off. “It’s not for lack of effort that you’ve remained…subpar. Girls are simply physiologically superior to boys in swimming. They’re more…aerodynamic.” She got out of her desk and walked over to me. “No jutting erections to distract them.” She bent over. “No swollen testicles slowing them down, flapping behind them.”

She grabbed my balls. A look of confusion, then amusement came over as she felt around my sac. I had gotten used to it. The first time I got with a girl, I always had to explain what triorchidism is. Three working testicles. Not unhealthy, although fairly rare.

“If you want to be the best…these need to go.”

My breath caught in my throat, as her hand constricted around my nuts.

“I know a urologist…She’s discreet, and professional. You won’t feel a thing. Just two…or in your case, three snips, and you’re instantly a better swimmer. I allowed some of the other boys to keep their cocks too, but yours is a little too big. It will be mostly cosmetic once these are gone anyway.”

My mind was reeling. I felt like throwing up, but couldn’t tell whether that was from her vivid description of my castration or her suffocatingly tight grip around my testicles.

“No…” I managed to gasp. “I don’t want to lose my balls!”

She clicked her tongue. “You boys are always so protective of these little things… We can freeze some of your sperm if you want, so you could still have children. And once they’re gone, you won’t even miss sex.”

Was she insane? My eyes met hers. They were filled with something…Hunger and amusement and anger and arousal. She wanted my balls gone.

“Let me show you something.” She walked to the other side of her desk, yanking me painfully along with her, and opened a drawer. Inside was a glass mason jar, with two lumps and a skinny worm floating around.

“Remember John Transon from a few years ago? He accepted my offer.”

“What (nghh) offer is that?”

“I know these are really important to you, so I’ll pay you for them. One blowjob per testicle you give to me. One fuck per inch of your dick.”

She grinned. “John was hesitant at first too, but by the end, he was very satisfied.”

I couldn’t quite see where John was coming from on that one. “Look, Ms White…”

“Call me Joan.”

“Look, Joan. I want to be a better swimmer. I’ll come to any practices you want, I’ll train every day, every morning. But I’m not going to get my balls cut off for it. I want to hook up with girls, get blowjobs, please my future wife. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to turn your offer down.”

She sighed. “I figured as much. Boys as blessed as you aren’t usually so willing to part with the gifts god’s given them.”

Her grip tightened, and lowered. “I suppose we’ll just have to do this the hard way…”

Pain shot through my stomach. She must be able to crush potatoes with those hands. As my testicles deformed in her inhumanly strong grip, she pulled them downwards, the roots of my cords stretching perilously close to the breaking point. Calling it painful is like calling Hitler anti-Semitic. I screamed as loud as I could, clawing fruitlessly at her iron grip.

“You’re not the first to refuse the offer, of course. Benjamin Courser, Max Macadson, Joel Harper… All swimming champs, and all were too dumb to understand what I was giving them. These aren’t vital. They’re barely even useful for anything other than shooting down some poor slut’s throat. You don’t need them.”

She tightened again, driving her nails into the tender backside of my manhood. “No one needs them. You should have taken the offer. I would have sucked and fucked you so hard you’d wish you had a hundred nuts to give me. Then I’d take you down to my friend. She’d knock you out, slice you open… None of my trophies compare to what you’d be able to provide me.” I could feel all three of my nuts starting to give way. She squeezed the outer two inwards, compressing the middle one in a grotesque nut sandwich. My testicles felt like they were fusing together. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to fuck.

Just then, the door opened. Jenny McCormick walked in, and Joan’s hands released my tender organs, to my relief. I’d known Jenny since we were in 3rd grade. In junior high, she’d fell in with a weird crowd, and now wore black mascara and fingernails, with the converses and torn jeans those emo girls like so much these days. An “Invader Zim” t-shirt barely contained the incredible gift she’d been given in puberty, two perfectly round breasts that would make most models jealous. She stared down at my injured manhood, a smile creeping across her face. Jenny and I had known the inside of a few of the closets around campus, but I’d been a little wary of hooking up with her after what happened between her and the football player.

Not that Marcus didn’t deserve it. Rapists can’t expect a girl not to fight back. But some girls may have been kind enough to leave their attacker with at least one testicle. From what I’d heard, she kneed one of his balls back up inside of him. While he was writhing on the ground, clutching his ascended testicle, she stomped on his remaining ball so hard, people outside the bathroom could hear the pop. Not satisfied with this, her heel found the nut that had retreated to safety inside of him, and Marcus had to be taken to the hospital to finish the sex change she’d started.

Or so I heard. Jenny certainly didn’t do anything to change people’s minds about it, but you can never really trust what you’d heard around class. Anyway, I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her right now. “Ms. White, sixth period’s starting. We…were wondering where you were.” Joan scowled, clearly peeved that she had been deprived of the chance to unman me. As I writhed around on the floor clutching my meat, checking for ruptures while trying to keep my lunch down, Jenny lead Joan out of the room. She didn’t even bother asking if I was ok, or why I was in Ms. White’s office with my junk out. She and Joan had always been pretty close, and it wouldn’t surprise me if there was some…understanding between them.

I gathered my Speedos up, and gently eased my tender glands into the stretchy fabric, grimacing as the elastic compressed me. I went back to my locker and got dressed, and started on the long walk home…

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THE COACH

Joan walked down out to the gym, trying to keep her cool. The flush that had filled her face had started to fade, and she started to calm down. Nothing made her happier than a pair of injured balls, except maybe the sight of their grisly remains. Many of her nights had been filled with thoughts of Ben, Max, Joel… and dozens more, ex-lovers, solitary deliverymen, anonymous businessmen on buses…So many men, but they all acted the same in the end. Their eyes going wide as she destroyed the most valuable possessions they owned. A knee between their shaking legs, a heel spearing an unlucky testicle, a tight grip suffocating their potential children to death. A call to an understanding nurse friend, hauling off the ex-men as her fingers would dance across her burning pussy, filling the hunger that ball busting sparked in her. There is nothing in the world Joan loved more than a ruined man.

She hadn’t always been like this. In high school, she’d been demure and shy, going out when a boy would ask her, doing what he’d tell her to. In college she got a little crazier, joining a sorority and spending many a night filled with the anonymous cock of a colleague. After college, she’d gotten a job as a secretary at a big ad agency, and fended off her fair share of sexual harassment. One man wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, and she found herself married to some guy twice her age.

James was his name. She wondered if he’d found a replacement for her after the divorce. He probably had a bit of trouble picking up young secretaries nowadays. She giggled to herself.

James had been married when they had their first tryst, so it shouldn’t have surprised her so much when she came home that fateful Friday. Ten years they had been married, and she wasn’t 25 years old anymore. It was almost a relief to see the tight young thing straddling his cock, bouncing up and down like an epileptic pogo stick and screaming her lungs out. She wouldn’t have to deal with his temper, his drinking problem, or his

disappointing bedroom performance anymore. The girl screamed and jumped off, leaving his little cock bouncing ridiculously against his stomach. She gathered her clothes up and ran out the door before Joan could get a good look at her. With the mistress gone, Joan turned her attention to her soon-to-be-ex husband.

“Look, honey, it’s…not what it looks like.” Joan had been cheated on before. She didn’t understand it. She knew she was attractive. She worked out constantly, ate perfectly, and had tits like a cow. Why would any man need another? She was always willing, and would suck and fuck her man as much as he needed. Nonetheless, she’d caught boyfriends in high school and in college, their cock in the mouth or pussy or ass of some slut. She’d gotten mad…But James’ betrayal was worse. They’d said vows. She wasn’t letting this go.

“Honey, I can explain…” He never got a chance to. Joan’s toe caught him in the left nut, jamming it against his pelvis. Before he could react, her knee came up, pushing his cheating balls against his groin and inside the tiny cavities they descended from. She could feel his spuds roll around grotesquely on top of her knee, trying to escape out the side and avoid their complete destruction. She hadn’t so much as flicked a boy in his groin before, and her hits were unsure and off-target. She didn’t know how much she was hurting him, or how much she wanted to hurt him. Joan just knew those balls needed to suffer.

Her hits may have been clumsy, but James was not a strong man. He fell to the ground, squeezing his knees together and grabbing his manhood in a futile attempt to protect it. His testicles throbbed, and a dark black patch began spreading in his left nut where her foot had caught him. He gazed up at his once-loving wife, tears in his eyes and apologies on his lips.

“Spread them.”

Her voice was cold as ice. His legs spread a little, but his hands stayed where they were.

CRUNCH

Her heel came down on his hands, crushing them around the contents within. They protected nothing, and he felt her heel pressing into his left testicle, crushing the heart of his manhood. The small bruise that her toe had left now covered his entire nut, which was over twice as large as it had been. James shrieked, hoping a neighbor would her him being castrated and come to his aid. None were so kind.

CRUNCH

Joan shoved her heel into his right nut. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to neuter him, or pop one ball, or just bruise his ego irreparably. She just wanted to hurt him like he hurt her.

CRUNCH-POP

Her heel came back down on the left one. The bruise that had been spreading across it had weakened it, and Joan’s heel connected with the floor behind the nut. Chunks of testicle matter exploded inside his sac, and his wails became louder and hoarser. James mercifully passed out, his penis dripping blood from his destroyed ball.

Joan stood up and straightened her dress out, taking a deep breath and examining the damage. His right ball seemed fairly intact as she rolled it around in her hand. One ball seemed like a worthy price to pay for cheating on her. She’d need to call an ambulance to pick him up, and a lawyer to start on the divorce paperwork…

Her mind wandered. She had been so busy through the whole ordeal, she’d hardly noticed how hot she was getting. Her fingers drifted downwards to discover that she was dripping wet. The ambulance could wait a few minutes. She couldn’t. It’s not like his testicle was going to get any more shattered.

She looked down on her pathetic husband, his half of a manhood lying sadly between his legs. She knelt down and inspected it again. It seemed fairly structurally sound. The left one had turned black and swollen before it gave. This one was neither. It could probably stand a bit more abuse….

WHAM! Joan’s fist connected with the nut. She figured punches wouldn’t cause the devastation her knee and toe brought.

WHAM! SPLAT! SPLAT!

As her fist smashed his bollock against the floor, it began giving off wetter, mushier sounds. Joan realized she had been rubbing her pussy with her left hand as her right mashed him to a pulp, and each SPLAT shot another jolt of pleasure through her. As she approached her climax, her hits got harder and harder.

SPLAT

SPLAT

SPLAT

SPLAT

CRUNCHH

Something gave way inside. James’ unconscious moaning rose an octave, as Joan’s body was racked with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She rode it out, bucking around with one hand wrapped around his precious organ and the other deep rubbing furiously.

As she came to, she began to get worried. It didn’t sound the same as when the first ball broke, but she was sure she had done some permanent damage to the right one. After a quick once-over, she decided it wasn’t ruptured, although it was much larger and mushier. She called 911, hoping they could stitch it together.

The EMT arrived 10 minutes later, a young busty Asian woman with a smirk that never seemed to leave her face. When she saw James lying face down, with one huge testicle flopping around in a sac full of mush, the smirk turned into a full-on grin.

“Hey there, my name’s Amy. Let me guess: He tried to rape you, you fought back and hit him in the groin with those nasty-looking heels. His balls burst, and he passed out when you frantically called 911.”

Joan hadn’t even thought to put together an alibi, but nodded weakly at Amy’s story.

Amy’s eyes narrowed at her. “You DID destroy both of his balls, right?”

Joan pulled herself together. “No, ma’am. I think his right one is still intact. I was hoping you guys could stitch him up, so he could…you know…”

“Rape more girls? Force them onto his cock, and spew his nasty cum all over or inside of them?” Amy knelt down, her face inches from James’ meager manhood. She rolled his right ball around as Joan has done while checking for ruptures. “It’s still intact, but barely. If we get him to the hospital right away, we can maybe stop the vicious little sex change you started.”

Then, several things happened at once. James’ eyes opened, as he finally recovered from his first injury. Amy’s palm turned into a fist, pulverizing the fruit contained within like a rotten plum. The insides of it squished out between her fingers, joining their brother’s remains in an amorphous blob. James let out a final shriek, even shriller than before, before mercifully returning to unconsciousness. His cock instantly grew as large as it could get and spewed a huge load all over himself, containing semen, blood, and chunks of his ruined manhood.

And Joan had her second orgasm. If the first was earth shattering, this one rocked her galaxy. She writhed around on the floor with James, one screaming with pleasure and one with pain. Every time she thought about her husband’s balls, and the end of his sex life, her climax seemed to stretch on a little longer, until she finally tired herself out.

Amy looked down at her, a look of approval on her face. “I’ll take him out to the hospital and fix him up. There’s a nurse back at the hospital that’s great at this kind of thing. And, if you ever find yourself in this kind of situation again…”Amy handed Joan a business card for a urologist. The phone number was 1-800-NUT-BUST.

From there her love of busting grew. At first it had just been men who deserved it. Attempted rapists, gropers, catcallers, dates who were rude to waiters…They’d all end up with a sack full of mush, as one of the urologist’s friends carted them away to have the remains removed. The more she castrated, the more she need to castrate. Soon, any man was game. After all, anyone with a functioning pair of balls has the motive and ability to rape. It’s only a matter of time. An ounce of prevention…

Joan snapped back to reality as she realized the kids had been goofing off. As she blew her whistle and directed them to start laps, her mind wandered back to earlier. Out of all the men she’d demolished, there were none she wanted to bust more than Sam. He certainly deserved it. The boy was cocky, rude, and disrespectful of women. She’d heard him bragging of his conquests from the locker room, talking about the girls he hooked up with like they were pieces of meat. She’d want to pop those fat orbs even if it didn’t mean making another swim champ.

A wave of pleasure washed over her just imagining the three fat balls exploding in their sack. She’d never crushed three at once before, and might never meet a guy with such a gift again. She could stomp one into mush, jam her fingers through the heart of another, and still have a third left to crush in between her molars. Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely that Sam would meet her alone again. She’d blown the chance she had.

But he couldn’t keep those. She hadn’t made a champ in years. Even if she couldn’t be the one to do it, Joan knew those balls had to go. She would have to find someone else to do it…

*

THE GOTH

Jenny sat up with a jolt. She had dozed off during one of Mr. Jensen’s infamously boring European History lectures. It didn’t help that she had spent all last night reminiscing on the scene she walked in on in sixth period yesterday. She’d let Sam fuck her a few times before; his cock was nice and fat, and he certainly knew what he was doing. But she’d never really liked him. She was sure Sam deserved whatever discipline Ms. White was giving him. If he gave her reason to, she’d have no qualms giving him the same treatment poor Marcus got.

She’ll never forget the look the athlete had on his face as her heel found that last ball. He begged and screamed, but asking a woman like Jenny to spare your testicle is like asking the tide to stop coming in. She could still see the lump his ball made up in his belly, where she placed the toe of her boot and stomped down hard. The grisly POP that followed hadn’t been as great as the first, but the knowledge that she’d ended Marcus’ sex life forever sent waves of pleasure through her. When she saw him the next week, he didn’t even seem mad. In fact, he apologized to her, and said that he hoped he could make it up to her. It seemed to Jenny that depriving him of his balls changed him for the better.

Marcus hadn’t been the first, but he’d been the most public. She thought back to Andy, the poor guy she’d busted last December. He was a shy nerdy guy, with glasses that didn’t seem to quite fit and the posture only acquired by hours bent over a computer. He seemed shocked when she had accepted him as her date to the winter ball, and was so nervous pinning her corsage on he poked her in the boob. The date was beyond awkward, alternating between awkward silences and awful attempts at small talk. Afterward, she’d led him out to the car, and laid him down in the back seat. She figured a poor guy like Andy didn’t get laid very much, so a quick pity fuck would be good payback for the expensive ticket he’d gotten her. When she pulled his pants down, his cock was rock hard and throbbing.

She had a theory that quiet guys were just shy because they were hiding some massive porn star cock. Andy had put that theory to rest pretty quickly. He wasn’t the smallest she’d ever had, but he was close. The disappointment didn’t end there though. When she pulled a condom out of her wallet, the pathetic nerd lost his grip and sprayed everywhere, getting big globs of semen all over her expensive black dress.

That was the last straw. She knew she wouldn’t be able to climax from a cock like that, but she at least would have had a little fun. Andy couldn’t dance, couldn’t keep up a conversation, and now couldn’t even fuck. Jenny knew it would be cruel to let another girl undergo the awful date she just endured.

She looked up at the poor guy and smiled. He was humiliated. She knew he’d be eager to make it up to her.

“Well, that was a little disappointing. Now that you’ve had your fun, would you mind sharing it with me, Andy?” He nodded eagerly as she pulled her panties down. She flipped over and positioned her shaved pussy directly on his face, as he struggled to get his glasses off before she crushed them. His tongue got to work, darting around her eager pussy surprisingly fast. She suspected this wasn’t the first time he’d had to please a girl with his tongue after disappointing her with his cock.

As he lapped away dutifully, she gently caressed his sack. His little dick twitched at the attention she was giving him, and she wondered if he would squirt a final load like some guys did when their balls broke. She had a theory that it was some evolutionary mechanism, a sad attempt to spread their seed before their genetic line was cut short prematurely. She’d seen it happen before, and it never failed to amuse her, the chunks of testicle tissue floating around in an absurdly large pool of semen.

She started getting closer to climax, and her nails dug into the soft flesh of his manhood. Jenny didn’t hate Andy, and didn’t want to cause him unnecessary pain. Some boys just weren’t meant to keep their balls. She decided she would try something new. She just had her nails done, and they were sharp enough to cut into a ball sac. Instead of popping Andy’s little manhood, she’d be merciful and dig into the cords, doing just enough damage to render them useless. It would almost be like a doctor with a scalpel, just two snips and he’s finished. It wouldn’t be anywhere near as fun as a good pop, but she could find another victim at school next week.

Her nails dug in as his tongue flapped around wildly. Just before she felt her orgasm reach her, Andy stopped. “You’re…hurting me.” He grunted, obviously feeling the damage she was doing to his tender organs. Jenny was pissed. A huge orgasm, followed by a call to an ambulance to take the eunuch away, would have been a great ending to a mediocre prom.

Fuck mercy. If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, he wasn’t getting off easy. “I’m going to kill your balls, Andy. You’re small. You’re pathetic. And you don’t deserve them.”

She braced herself, his balls still in her grip. She figured he’d freak out, throwing her off and getting out of there as fast as he could. Maybe he’d break down, and beg for her to let him keep one as her nails slowly punctured his only chance to have kids. Instead he just got really quiet. What sounded like a sigh of relief came out of him. His cock stiffened, and his balls drew back up in their sack.

Out of all the boys Jenny had neutered, none sounded like this. She’d been quite familiar with guys who like to get hit in the balls. She’d even hooked up for some “ball busting experiences” with guys from the internet, lying about her age to post to female domination sites. When they found out that her talk of castration wasn’t part of the role-play, they’d tried to run, but she always managed to ruin them before they got away. The feeling of going to some pervert’s house, under a fake name and identity, and breaking their little nuts was a uniquely pleasurable one.

“Please…I don’t want them. Take them from me, Jenny. I’ve had a crush on your since kindergarten. There’s no one else for me. If you don’t want me to have my balls, I don’t need them.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She covered his mouth with her tight ass again and told him to get back to work. Her hands tightened around his balls again. “How do you want me to do it? Should I tear your little cords with my sharp nails? Or should I just give you the class squeeze-twist-pop?”

Andy’s reply was muffled and stuttering. “Do…do what you want. They’re your balls. Kill them…anyway you want to.”

She grinned. If the victim gives you the go-ahead, there’s no reason to be merciful. Her hands went a little lower, and she jabbed her thumbs into the bottom of the small ovoids. She imagined the pain coursing through Andy’s body, and the muffled screams going into her soaked pussy confirmed it.

Small balls were always easier to break than big fat ones. It didn’t take long for his left to give way. She felt her thumb meet her palm as the remains squished out between her fingers. Andy shrieked, and for a second Jenny was worried he might change his mind and start to fight back. Luckily, he didn’t have a chance as his body went limp, his consciousness giving way to the pain. Normally, Jenny liked a man to stay awake as she did her business, but she felt sorry for Andy. Small nuts, a small cock, and bad in bed… He definitely couldn’t keep his manhood, but he didn’t deserve the agony those other perverts did.

She twisted herself into position and brought her leg up, the stiletto dangling off her foot. Jenny strapped it on and positioned the long heel on the top of the remaining ball. She struggled to get a good pin, as the slippery orb darting through the remains of its partner, hoping to avoid the explosive end of its sibling. She stabbed her foot down, pinning the doomed nut to the leather seating. As her heel sank deeper, the ball squished out, the pit in the center deepening and darkening. Andy let out a high-pitched keening sound as her expensive footwear came closer and closer to ending his sex life forever.

The rupture was sudden and total. One minute she was driving her heel through a ball, and the next it was surrounded by the Andy mushy substance that filled the rest of the sac. The SPLAT seemed to echo through the cramped sedan. Andy convulsed, and his second involuntary orgasm rid him of some of the swelling in his sac. As he emptied the meager remains of his manhood all over his belly, Jenny ground her pussy over his face, her own convulsions brought on by the familiar ecstasy of a ball busting orgasm.

She jolted up again. Mr. Jensen was still droning on, scowling at the clearly inattentive Goth girl in the back. Jenny wondered what he was packing, and how his mood might change when her knee shoved his wrinkly old balls back into his pelvis. The door opened, and some assistant from the front office stepped in. “Sorry to interrupt, but the front office needs Ms. Stean. Jenny, follow me please. You have a pass for the next 2 periods.”

Score! Jenny didn’t even care if she was in trouble. Anything was better than the dreadful voice of Mr. Jensen. Jenny packed her stuff up, following the girl out to the front of the school, wondering what any teacher could possibly want with her.

*

THE SCIENTIST

Cathy sat at the front of the room as always, taking notes on Ms. Yung’s chemistry lecture. She sat up for a moment, readjusting her skirt around herself. At 5’10”, Cathy towered over a lot of the boys in her class, and almost all of her height seemed to come from her long, toned legs. She didn’t have the chest to rival some of the other girls in her class, but her tight little muffins cut a pretty picture in her sweater. Her face was pretty enough, and if boys hadn’t been so intimidated by her height and intelligence, she could be one of the most popular girls in school.

Cathy didn’t care about that though. She could get dick when she wanted it, but her “boy” friend provided her with enough pleasure often enough. She looked over at Andy, the eunuch scribbling away at his own notepad. Having a boyfriend with no balls might sound like a nightmare to some girls, but Cathy couldn’t have asked for a better partner. With no horrid testicles clouding his judgment, Andy could see his sexual incompetence for exactly what it was. When she forced him down on her aching pussy for the third hour in a row, he lapped away happily, knowing that no other girl in the world would allow him the same privilege. When she brought him to the sex shop to get a strap-on to cover his limp little worm, he offered to pay. And when she explained that she would need a real man to fuck her deep and hard with a flesh cock, he only looked down at his own little excuse for a dick, and gave her permission to fuck anyone she needed to, meekly asking only that she practice safe sex.

If Cathy had known that there were potential boyfriends out there without the two disgusting organs dangling between their legs, she wouldn’t have even bothered with real men. She hated nothing more than those shriveled squishy little glands, a wrinkled sac barely containing the two disgusting orbs. It was no wonder that so many of her experiments seemed to end in pain and humiliation for her subjects.

Cathy had always been curious about the other gender’s nether regions, and had spent much of elementary school luring some boy out of sight of teachers for a game of I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. As she got older and the nuts she fooled around with got larger and hairier, her curiosity turned to disgust, and she starting convincing boys to let her try experiments on them. They started out fairly innocent: a well-placed knee, a backwards kick, a gentle stomp. She’d pay them back with a nice view of her chest, or a quick upskirt.

Her experiments turned more vicious: an entire class period with her foot wedged deep into some poor boy’s groin to test the Young’s modulus of a freshman’s testicle, or one hundred punches to one ball followed by one hundred more to the other, to determine which felt more pain. She told herself and her subjects that the extreme repetition was needed to ensure experimental accuracy, but deep inside, she just needed to bruise some balls. Her paybacks got more and more humiliating, with multiple blowjobs promised for particularly painful trials.

She eventually learned that fear was a better motivator than pleasure. Instead of luring boys into bathroom stalls with whispered promises of swallowing their fat cock, she grabbed her victims by their tender bits and dragged them to somewhere isolated, promising to let them keep their balls intact only on the condition that they cooperated. She hadn’t broken any yet, though she suspected many of her victims would carry permanent damage from the havoc she wrecked on their manhood. She always stopped when she heard a CRUNCH, indicating that something inside her current victim had broken irreparably.

Allan had been her longest trial by far. Rumored to have the biggest balls on campus, Allan had proven the locker room gossip to be true when she yanked his shorts down around his ankles. His eggs hung heavily between his legs, shaved bald. They looked rather like a plucked chicken. Cathy shuddered at the thought. Her dream job was a bioengineer, ever since she heard it might be possible to make a baby out of only two women’s eggs. The idea that she might one day make those disgusting…things unnecessary filled her with joy.

But right now, she had so many questions she needed those nuts to answer. Balls this size were unusual, to say the least. Manhandling a big guy like Allan might work once to catch him unaware, but she might need weekly research sessions for the rest of the year to learn everything she needed. When she had a chance, she had snapped a chastity belt around his well-hung cock, promising its removal on a date one year from then.

The date was today, and her most exciting experiment yet was coming up. She’d finally be able to contribute to the world of real science that enthralled her so much. Finding information on the world’s largest orgasm by volume was nearly impossible, so she was sure the data she was going to collect today would be something no other scientist had done research on.

She met Allan in the utility closet near back of building B. He had grown incredibly obedient during his involuntary chastity stint, and when she closed the door behind her and turned on the flickering bulb above, she was greeted by his naked body, his legs spread wide to give her access to his balls. He had kept the closely shaven look that he’d had a year ago, but his balls had swollen to at least twice their size. She could barely wrap around one of them with both her hands, which had made the pressure trials difficult. She irrationally resented him for this difficulty, and many an experiment had been extended so she could take out her anger on those orbs.

She brought out two handcuffs and chained each of Allan’s hands to one of the pipes sticking out of the wall. She also pulled out the key that had sat in the top drawer of her desk for the last year, and Allan’s eyes went wide. The tight chastity hadn’t even allowed him a full erection, and she knew that he’d dropped off the basketball team so the other guys wouldn’t see the little metal cage around his cock in the locker room.

The lock opened, and Allan’s prick exploded out, stiffening instantly. Allan let out a gasp, and Cathy felt the familiar tingling of arousal sweep of her. She may have hated balls, but she enjoyed a good cock as much as any girl. Allan wasn’t huge, but he had been a decent 7”, although the long confinement seemed to have shrunk him a little. Cathy rummaged through her bag for the rest of the equipment as one hand crept into her panties, cupping her soaking pussy before crawling up to massage her sensitive little love button. She moaned in pleasure as she pulled out a ball gag and a tripod with a camera, and Allan’s dick twitched dangerously.

She grudgingly pulled her hand away from her aching pussy. He must be a breath away from coming, and she couldn’t have him shooting off before the collection tank was attached. She pulled a strange rubber plunger thing over the head of his cock. A hose came out of it, attached to a big glass jar with milliliter markings on it. Cathy rolled the rubber piece as far down his cock as it would go, and set up the camera on the tripod to point at the subject’s genitals. “This is part of a study of the effects on testicular injuries and orgasm denial on ejaculation volume. Subject 01 has been restrained from penile contact for 365 days, and today he will be released to study what effects his chastity has had on his orgasms.” She spoke loudly into the camera, making sure it could pick up audio. It was important for a scientist to record their research.

Cathy lubed up and gave the pecker a slow stroke, getting ready to warm him up for a nice handjob. But she had overestimated how sensitive a dick that hadn’t been touched for a year was. Allan’s cock twitched violently as his huge load starting filling up the jar, his eyes rolled back and his body seizing involuntarily. “Subject is incredibly sensitive, and began ejaculation with very little manual stimulation.” Cathy hadn’t been ready, and quickly jumped into position before he finished. Huge nuts and blue balls would give a pretty good load, but she knew if she wanted something really interesting, she needed something more.

“I will now commence testicular pressure, to force as much semen from the subject as possible.” She pressed each of her knees into one of his balls as her hand worked her mound furiously. Allan groaned in agony, and his orgasm continued, a big spurt filling the collection jar up to the 100ml mark. She felt the man meat compress beneath her weight, the ludicrously large testicles spilling out from underneath her knees. The load was impressive to be sure, but she needed every drop of spunk she could get.

“Palpitations have been proven previously to be an even more effective method of ejaculate extraction.” She began bouncing, and his balls inflated and deflated in turn, making painful squelching noises. Allan’s orgasm seemed to go on for hours, and her own wasn’t so far from taking her. He was sweating profusely, the intense pressure on his sensitive orbs clearly taking its toll on his sanity. The testicles squished out beneath her kneecaps, making a nice pad for her knees on the cold and dirty closet floor. They were turning a morbid shade of white, as her knobbly knees pressed them to their limit.

Suddenly, the left one gave out, and a huge shot of spunk splashed into the jar. Cathy grimaced, saddened by the loss, as her cunt screamed out in pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over her. Even in her orgasm, she managed to continue dictating the events on camera. “The left testicle (mmf) seems to have ruptured completely. Note (ngggh) the sudden (aahhaaAHHH) increase in (HAA HAAAAA) ejaculate. ” She knew she probably wouldn’t be able to continue experiments after today with Allan, but she had been hoping to keep him intact. She’d never broken a ball before, and she knew the scientific community would look down on her for this oversight.

With one nut gone, she knew pressure on the last ball was her only chance to break the 250 ml mark. Allan’s cock was flagging, the spurts reduced to dribbles. Luckily, his remaining gonad has stretched large enough for both her knees, and the sudden increase in pressure as she settled her left knee onto it provided another satisfying stream of cum. “Pressure on the remaining testicle seems to have increased ejaculation speed. Perhaps has uses in fertility, impotence treatments.” She knew this ball wasn’t going to stay intact, but she’d already popped one testicle without consent from her subject. She hoped fellow researchers would applaud her experimental capabilities over her questionable ethics.

Just as she predicted, righty couldn’t handle the intense pressure from all of her weight. As her knees met the floor on the other side of the bollock, its contents squished out of their broken shell, and semen filled up the far to the 300ml mark. A second mind-blowing orgasm took Cathy, and she writhed around on top of his empty sac, squeezing out the remains of his manhood into the jar.

Allan had passed out at some point before, and she unchained his wrists and removed the ball gag. She took an envelope out of her backpack stuffed with twenties and laid it on his former manhood. The usual rate for experimental subjects was around $15 an hour, but she decided his losses merited $20. At 5 hours a week for the last 52 weeks, this came out to the hefty sum of $5200, which should hopefully be enough for the scrotal surgery he was going to need.

She stood up, and turned the tripod away from the sad scene below. “Both testicles were unfortunately destroyed in the orgasm, but total ejaculation volume was outstanding. At 325.7 ml, this should stand as the largest and longest male orgasm on record. With a sufficient research grant, I could get more subjects to gather more data on this fascinating topic.”

Cathy wiped her hands on a towel she had brought, and straightened her skirt out. It was almost third period, and Cathy had a perfect attendance record she wasn’t about to break. On her way to class, she heard an announcement on the loudspeaker. “CATHY WINESON, PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE. YOU HAVE BEEN EXCUSED FROM THIRD PERIOD.” Disappointing to miss one of Mr. Miller’s great physics lessons, Cathy headed over to the office, wondering what they could possibly want with her.

*

THE CHEERLEADER

Michelle taped an “OUT OF SERVICE” sign to the outside of the boy’s bathroom and snuck inside. She didn’t want to be disturbed while she went about her business. When she stepped into the main area, she saw all the stall doors open, with only one of the urinals occupied. Perfect. She really wasn’t in the mood for a gangbang at the moment; one anonymous cock should slake her thirst.

People called her a slut and a whore, but Michelle had never really seen what the big deal was. She got checked for STDs on a regular basis, and sucking a few dicks doesn’t hurt anyone. Her pastor condemned her actions as evil and immoral, but Michelle didn’t really see who was getting hurt in the deal. So what if she took some anonymous freshman’s blowjob virginity? The men she pleasured never seemed to mind. She crept up behind the boy, and looked over his shoulder. He was small, both in stature and manhood, and Michelle figured him for a late-blooming freshman. Some girls resented guys who didn’t pack heat like a horse, but Michelle never took it personally. Since she wasn’t going to fuck him anyway, a small dick just meant deep throating would be easier.

She reached down and took his little organ in his hand. The boy hadn’t noticed her ogling him the whole time, and practically jumped out of his skin when she leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Hey boy. How’s freshman year treating you?”

“You’re…You’re…This is a b-b-boy’s bathroom. The girl’s is across the hall.”

Michelle chuckled. Seemed the kid hadn’t been blessed in his head either. “I’m not looking for girls right now. I’m looking for you.”

The boy scrambled to zip his pants up, but she kept his cock out as she knelt down. Her practiced mouth enveloped the little dicklet easily, and her tongue traced circles around the head as he shuddered in ecstasy. He grew quickly, soon filling up whole mouth. She gagged as what had started as a little cock swelled into an impressive erection. The boy was a grower, not a shower.

She fell into the familiar motions, her head sliding up and down his member as he grunted in satisfaction. His hands rested on the back of her head, using her long blond hair as a grip to control for her experienced mouth. She felt him get rock hard, and figured it wouldn’t be long before he busted. Sure enough, he pulled out, and Michelle prepared herself for the familiar feeling of two nuts full of baby batter splattering all over her face.

But nothing came out. The prick stuck out menacingly, its owner looking down on her. The blowjob had given him courage that he lacked before. “I’ve heard of you. You’re the school slut. You’ve had a hundred cocks up your tight little cunt. Let me be the hundred and first.”

She started to protest. Despite her reputation, Michelle reserved her pussy for a select few boys. Maybe half a dozen cocks had felt her vice-like snatch, kept tight by its (relatively) infrequent use. This cock looked like a lot of fun to stuff inside of her, but it was too big. She couldn’t risk stretching herself out for future partners.

The boy didn’t seem to give a shit what she thought. He was on top of her, tearing off her thong and pressing himself into her. In a moment, her snatch would never be the same. Michelle had to think fast. Her knee snapped up with lightning speed, years of cheerleading sculpting her legs into efficient ballbusters. The two organs that had seemed to take hold of this boy’s mind were forced up abruptly into his pelvis, and he went cross-eyed as a loud SQUELCH came from his groin. He rolled onto the dirty floor, clutching his organs.

Michelle knew that wouldn’t be enough. She’d had to defend herself from enough would-be rapists in the past that she realized one knee wasn’t going to convince the kid to stop. She needed to leave him with something a little more permanent. Michelle wasn’t as cruel as her emo counterpart; the story about Marcus and Jenny made her a little sick to her stomach. She loved cocks and she loved balls, and she’d never want to destroy them or neuter their owners. But sometimes, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. A couple of well-placed bruises could teach a boy a lot about who to mess with.

She stood the kid upright, supporting his skinny frame with ease. Her leg pulled back, preparing for a classic cheerleading high kick. If he hadn’t been in the way, it would have gone over her head. Unfortunately, two rubbery orbs made the mistake of blocking her foot’s trajectory, and another SQUELCH came from the dangling organs. Michelle struggled to keep the boy upright, as she prepared for another kick. This one sounded more like a CRUNCH, and her strength failed her as the freshman fell to the ground, bawling his eyes out and heaving.

Michelle took a deep breath. Ballbusting may not turn her on, but it sure was hard work. The kid seemed pretty convinced that she wasn’t worth raping, but she knew that she had to really drive the message home. Her chucks weren’t the most adept at stabbing through a testicle, but even without a point, she was sure she could make hers. She pulled back for one last kick, and her foot came down onto his blue, swollen right gonad.

Unfortunately, in all her experiences, Michelle had never really ballbusted someone as blue balled as this poor freshman. The swollen nuts she had left him with after the nearly-finished blowjob were much more delicate than usual. Her foot connected with the testicle, and kept on going. A loud POP went through the bathroom, and Michelle’s hand came up to her mouth as she realized what she had done. Her foot was still in his sack, and she probed around with her toe. When she realized that he still had one of his balls intact, she let out a sigh, and giggled softly to herself. The boy was barely conscious, and the last thing he felt as he drifted off was the chunks in his sac being squeezed into a fine mush, as the slut’s giggling filled the high school bathroom.

When she was sure the freshman had exactly one intact nut in his sac, Michelle stood up. She hadn’t popped a guy before, but she could understand the exhilaration those other girls felt. Leaving him with half a sac seemed like justice to her. Whenever he felt like raping another girl, he only had to feel around his manhood and remember what happened with that cheerleader in the bathroom. Michelle let out another giggle, and gathered some paper towels to clean herself up. On the way out of the bathroom, the PA turned on, and called her to the front office, letting her know she had third period off.

Michelle had no idea what anyone in the office could want with her, but she headed on dutifully over, and followed the receptionist’s directions to the conference room at the end of the hall. Her P.E. teacher, Ms. White, sat at one end of the table, with Jenny and Cathy in two other chairs. An empty one was between them, and Michelle sat down, wondering what in the world was going on. As Ms. White began the meeting, telling them the job she needed done, Michelle’s eyes grew wide, shocked at what she was hearing.

*

THE TARGET

The bell rang, and I rushed to my seat in Mr. Jensen’s second period. Two weeks had gone by since the traumatic incident with Ms. White, and my tender spuds had returned to approximately their original shape. They were still tender, and I grimaced as the back of the middle one got caught between my pelvis and the wooden seat, pinching it painfully before it escaped forward. This was going to be a long period.

Next to me sat Jenny. We hadn’t hooked up in quite a while, and if I hadn’t had an injury in a particularly tender region, I would have slipped her a note inviting her to a meeting after class. Her tits filled out her skull t-shirt quite aptly, and I suspected she wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried to lean over to get a view of those godly breasts, but she repositioned herself. I wondered if she noticed me.

As Jensen droned on, I thought I noticed a subtle twinge in my nut sack. I reach down to feel myself, and realized Jenny had her hand resting right between my legs, just barely brushing my tender groin. When she realized I noticed, her grip tightened, and she rolled all three of my swollen nuts around in their hefty sack. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle a squeak. I looked over at her, but she was pretending not to pay any attention to me. Her other hand was dutifully taking notes on the fall of the Hapsburgs, although the rest of her was clearly aware of my plight. Her cheeks had taken the flushed hue she turned when I was pounding her from behind during a long lunch period, and her nipples stiffened through her thin t-shirt, confirming my suspicions that she had gone braless today.

The hour seemed to inch by as Jenny played with my tender organs, pulling and rolling them around the bruised sac. In spite of the pain, the sight of a horny girl with her hand in my lap didn’t fail to turn me on, and my prick pressed against the top of my desk. Jenny had always been a feisty one, and this wasn’t the first time she’d felt me up in the middle of class. Last time, we had immediately taken our fun to somewhere more private, and I hoped to spend third period in a utility closet somewhere, fucking her tight slit as she screamed my name.

That thought kept my attention off the growing pain in my balls, and the rest of the hour passed. As soon as we got out of the class, she took my hand and led me wordlessly behind the portables, where the potheads spent lunch smoking. She pressed me up against the wall, her black lipstick glistening on her lips. She smiled, and her hands wrapped around my shoulders.

“Do you like what you see?” Her hands went to her chest, supporting her massive bust. The jolly roger on her chest struggled to keep them in, as her nipples poked through the sheer fabric.

“Keep your eyes on the boobies. Like the skull and crossbones?”

I nodded vigorously, although I was more interested in what was in her shirt than on it.

“Good. Spread your legs a little, get comfortable in there. That big boy doesn’t need to be constrained.”

I did as she said, spreading my legs farther apart so that my massive erection jutted straight out. She kept on smiling at me, and she raised one eyebrow coyly.

Then she slammed her knee into my balls, hard.

CRUNCH

My feet left the ground, and my body supported itself on my stones, mashed between my pelvis and her knee. Testicle pain exploded out of my balls as she pressed her knee deeper into my bruised manhood. The smile she wore earlier broke out into a grin, and she giggled as I struggled to stay conscious. “Ever stop to think why I’m wearing this shirt? I’ve got a…group assignment, and I’m afraid you and me are partners. Tell me, Sam, which of your three balls do you like the least?”

Through the haze of pain, I began to see where this was going, but I couldn’t quite put together why I was the target. My hands flew to my battered junk, but did little to block her heavy combat boot from slamming into my groin. More pain shot up my throat, and it was all I could do to keep breakfast down. She let me down roughly, my legs splayed awkwardly apart. She then turned around and walked a few steps away. I closed my eyes and tried to keep breathing, not able to plan for what was next.

I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, and realized too late she was getting a running start for the next blow. I tried to get up, to block a fraction of the damage Jenny’s boot was going to cause to my poor injured bits, but succeeded only in positioning myself better for her. My left ball took the full brunt of the hit, and my jaw dropped, a high-pitched keening escaping as my brain struggled to comprehend what was happening.

“Since you don’t seem to be in any shape to choose, I’ll do it for you. Lefty is gonna have to go.”

The fight had gone out of me. She turned me on my back and grabbed my ankles, my grotesquely swollen nuts spilling out between my thighs. Her right boot found the left one, as promised, and Jenny started shifting her weight forward. My ball gave little resistance, its structure severely compromised by the blows. It flattened out like a pancake beneath her foot. My shrieks turned to incomprehensible gibbering, as I pleaded to let me keep all of my manhood.

I looked up at the cruel Goth girl. Jenny’s smile was gone, and her face was contorted and flushed, emitting those loud moans I used to love about her. Her cute little nipples were practically tearing holes through the thin skull t-shirt, and I realized she was coming hard without even touching herself. This must have been the last thing Marcus saw as a complete man.

Her other boot found my nut, and she began bouncing. On each bounce, she came down a little lower than the time before, and on the fifth one, she hit the ground. I convulsed in agony as my cock went rock hard and spewed some especially thick cum all over my shirt, and Jenny’s moans turned to shrieks.

The world went dark.

*

THE NURSE

Amy strolled down the hallway to the patient’s room. Testicular injuries seemed to be on the rise. In December, some boy was brought in after a school dance, his sac covered in nail and heel marks. Whatever girl he had pissed off hadn’t left a single testicle chunk left. Just last month, some poor guy had lost his last ball to his therapist. She smiled a little, thinking about the incident. She had known Karen in college, and she had always had a thing for cutting the stronger sex down to size. It didn’t surprise her a bit that the therapist had taken to neutering her patients.

And then there was Garret last month. Technically, he wasn’t the same as the other injuries. When she entered his room, his feet were up on the birthing straps, but both of his gonads were intact, albeit bruised black and blue. Back when she was an EMT, she got to be the first on the scene for testicular injuries on rapists, and she’d always made sure that the surgeons wouldn’t have anything intact left to piece together. The ambulance that brought Garret in must have had males in it that cared about salvaging this fucker’s manhood.

She had met this asshole before, back in her clubbing days. Amy doubted he even remembered that night at the club. So many white guys assumed Asian girls were all shy, submissive little things, secretly aching for a cock up their snatch but too embarrassed to ask for it. Garret had been no different. She had felt his cock stiffening against her ass as they grinded all night. Some girls got offended when they felt their partner’s boners, but Amy had just taken it as a compliment. Little did she know what it would lead to.

When his hand had moved up her skirt and started pulling her panties down, she knew this was going too far. She tried to stop him, but Garret was too strong, and she found herself naked from the waist down. The dick that had been pressed up against her butt all night long was free, and started to worm its way between her legs. She tried to cry out, but the throbbing beat drowned her out. She bit her lip as he pumped away, hoping it would be over soon. Her rapist didn’t even have the grace to pull out, and left her to rush to the store the next day for an especially expensive pill.

She smiled grimly as she inspected the swollen pair before her, their veins throbbed from the pounding they had taken. She had sworn an oath to do no harm, but letting these stay intact meant more rape victims, more unwilling Asian girls rushing to the drug store the next morning, their cunts burning with the pain of this white boy’s pecker. Healing him would be the most harmful thing she could ever do.

Garret started to come to as Amy finished securing his wrists to the bedposts.

She had locked the door and posted a notice that some intensive pain therapy was going on inside, and some screaming should be expected. She didn’t want to be interrupted before she was done here. She leaned over, making sure to give him a good view of the last cleavage he’d ever enjoy. His cock stiffened a little, and a smile grew across his face. He was enjoying this.

Amy smiled sweetly up at him, swallowing the bile that was filling the back of her throat. “Remember me, Garret? We met at the club. I said I didn’t want it, but you knew better. You fucked me better than I’d ever had, right on the dance floor.”

Garret remembered. “I’d never forget you, you little slut. I like that nurse uniform you found. I’m not in the mood to fuck you again, but I could go for a good blowjob. Just be careful of my balls, some dumb bitch racked me pretty good earlier.”

Amy struggled to contain her anger. “I’d be happy to help you out. Just let Nurse Li take care of you.” She lowered her face to his swollen genitals. Garret leaned his head back, shuddering in anticipation. She struggled to fit one of his balls inside his mouth.

“OW! What did I fucking tell you! Those are sensitive! I don’t want any fucking foreplay, just suck my -”

She bit. Hard. Her front teeth chomped through his left babymaker, and the doomed nut squished out between the nurse’s cheeks. Garret let out the most satisfying shriek Amy had ever heard. She knew how much this hurt, and could imagine the burning nausea shooting through the fucker’s spermatic cords, up into his stomach, alerting his body that he was that much closer to becoming a eunuch. The shit-eating grin that had covered his face from ear to ear was gone, replaced with the mask of a man in more agony than any girl could imagine.

She opened her mouth for a moment, and Garret sighed loudly. He was shaking, trying to escape from his restraints so he could keep his pathetic balls. But Amy had been careful, and none of the handcuffs were coming loose. She took a deep breath and descending onto his other testicle like a starved woman.

This one hadn’t been as injured as the first, and some of its internal structure still remained. Amy’s teeth made quick work of that, and a sickening CRUNCH escaped as her jaws closed around the poor ball. Garret shrieked again, realizing that both halves of his manhood were in danger. That awoke a familiar feeling in her, and her nipples stiffened as she bore down on the man’s meat. Her hands slid down to her uniform, freeing her heaving chest as a flush came over her cheeks. A moan escaped her mouth and she grabbed her aching tits, rubbing the rock-hard nibs on the end. She felt something wet down below, and Amy released one of her boobs to give her aching pussy the attention it deserved.

They could both tell his left ball didn’t have much longer, and Amy released his balls, her teeth leaving a deep depression that showed the extent of the damage. She smiled up at him again, her lips curving in cruel mockery of the brutal castration she was giving him. Garret had gone limp at this point, so she delivered an uppercut to his pair. When another shriek filled the room, she giggled approvingly.

It was time to finish this. She took his ball into her mouth again, this time stretching its delicate cords until it rested near the back of her throat, in between her strong molars. She chomped down hard. She was rubbing herself furiously at this point, and as the pressure on her clit pushed her over the edge, the nut gave up. She struggled to stay attached as it squished out around her mouth. Garret was shaking vigorously, trying to dislodge his nutmeat from her mouth. Her orgasm didn’t make staying attached any easier, and she fell backwards on her ass, the half-filled sac flopping painfully back onto the hard bed. She rode the rest of her climax out on the floor, staring up at Garret’s ruined ball as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

She could have finished off the other nut while he lolled there dazed, but she wanted him awake for this. This wasn’t just to prevent the rape of future girls. This was revenge for what he had done to her.

Garret woke up quickly enough, his eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling, a dull look on his face. He’d given up entirely. Amy had broken him the same way he broke her. She leaned over him, her huge boobs blocking his view of his injured gonads. She whispered into his ear almost lovingly. “How do you want me to break the last one?”

His mouth opened and closed dumbly. For a moment, she swore he was going to starting fighting again, but the fire left his eyes and he made his decision. “Cut…it off. Please. Just end it.”

She smirked. At least he was smart enough to think of the least painful way. Too bad she had no intention of following his suggestion anyway. The fall she had taken earlier inspired a different course of action. She squatted down on her knees between his legs, and grabbed the remaining nut in both of her hands. Her pussy started tingling again, and for a moment she regretted not biting this one off too. Destruction in her mouth left both of her hands free for other activities.

She squeezed and leaned back, putting all of her weight on his delicate nut cords as her thumbs dug into the ball from both sides. She had figured the cords wouldn’t be strong enough to hold her, but to her delight, they simply stretched out grotesquely, eliciting more shrieks. As his nut got farther and farther away from its home, her fingers went to work on their hostage, squishing the gonad in ways that it hadn’t been made to handle.

Everything happened at once. His last ball gave way, sending torrents of pain through his cords before they snapped. Amy fell on the ground breathless, rubbing away furiously. Garret bucked around, and Amy was happy to see that he didn’t get the last orgasm some men had as they were turned into eunuchs. She had heard that the relief of a monster load made losing their testicles a little better, and she didn’t want this fucker to have any kind of pleasure before she finished him off.

Amy shook herself out of her daydream. She approached the patient’s room, her pussy still tingling a little from the vivid memory. When she opened the door, the boy had his legs in the birthing straddles, his fat sac hanging below his raised pelvis. The stitches on the right seemed to indicate that he had one of his balls removed, but something didn’t seem right. His sac seemed much too full, and when she inspected it further, her suspicions were confirmed. He still had both his balls.

The victim was still passed out from the earlier surgery, and Amy took the opportunity to feel around his sac without him complaining. When her fingers felt around the roots of his balls, they found a strange extra indentation. He must have been a three-baller.

Amy sighed. A boy losing his only ball was a tragedy. His sex life was over, he’d never have children, yadda yadda. A boy losing his one of two was a concern too, as he was now only one well-placed kick from a life as a eunuch. But three balls was just too much. Some redundancy was good, but the third testicle was just a liability. Any sympathy she might have felt for the high-schooler was gone

“Hello Sam,” Amy said, taking a seat on the stool at the base of the bed. The boy woke up groggily, clearly still out of it from the pain medication. When he saw the busty Asian nurse at the foot of his bed, inspecting his remaining genitals, his eyes went wide and his cock began to stir. Amy could hardly keep her disgust in. All boys were the same.

“I assume you’ve figured out the bad news by now. The remains of your left testicle were removed this morning.” She smirked as the familiar look of terror over a lost nut spread over his face. “Of course, you’ve got nothing to worry about, with two spares in the trunk.” She studied him carefully.

“Unless this loss was traumatizing enough?” His terror turned to confusion as he failed to comprehend what she was proposing. “The cut is already there. A couple more snips could prevent whoever was intending on castrating you from doing it the painful way. I’m sure you didn’t feel us removing the first one. You could even keep these two as keepsakes.” She smiled wickedly as the terror returned. She had offered castrations to countless half-men before, and none had ever accepted. Amy just loved reminding them how fleeting their time on this earth as the stronger sex was. At any moment, a cute nurse or surgeon could, with a few snips, end their genetic line prematurely.

Even though she knew it was coming, disappointment spread through her as she got his answer. With the surgery complete, Sam was almost ready to be sent home. Just one last inspection was needed before he could be on his way.

“Well, since you’re so intent on keeping them, I’m going to perform a manual inspection of your remaining testicles, to make sure we don’t have to remove them anyway.” She cupped his impressive testicles in two gloved hands, weighing and rolling them around. A simple probing revealed some superficial bruises, but no structural failures. Her fingers gripped the rubbery orbs tighter, and the kid gasped as she went above and beyond what a testicular inspection called for. She kneaded his testicles brutally, acutely aware of the pain he was feeling, small shivers going up her spine as the spuds were compressed into a decidedly un-testicular shape.

It wouldn’t be difficult to finish the job that other girl started. Severe internal problems were discovered all the time in testicular inspections. Her fingers squeezed tighter, and the initially pink eggs were tinged an unhealthy shade of blue as small bruises broke out across them. Just one more squeeze…

Amy released the balls. Garret had caused too many questions. She thought of the busty redhead, the discrete urologist, Karen the therapist, and the prom date for that poor boy last year. This town was full of dangers for a young boy’s manhood. Even if she didn’t get to do it, this one surely wouldn’t last long.

Three Strikes (Parts 8-12)

Three Strikes (Parts 8-12)

By Preun

**castration**

*

THE VICTIM I awoke in a cold sweat, phantom pain shooting from my missing ball. I instinctively grabbed my sac, and my fingers felt the orchiectomy scar. Other than my unusually loose scrotum, that scar was the only reminder of my former birth defect. That, and the terrible nightmares, full of Asian nurses and cruel swim instructors and smiling Goth girls, all out to finish the job Jenny had started.

I got in my car and headed to school. From the parking lot to campus, I proceeded extra cautiously, making sure Jenny and Ms. White weren’t around. I didn’t know why all these girls suddenly wanted my sac emptied, but I knew I sure as hell was keeping the only two testicles I had. I made sure to sit far away from that Goth bitch in history, and the first half of my day went by uneventfully. At the end of 4th period, my phone went off. It was from Michelle. “Meet me bhind gym 4 lunch? ;)” I put my phone back in my pocket without responding. The last two girls who had dragged me off to some secluded area to fuck had tried to unman me. I wanted to leave this school with a fully intact pair.

As I sat at a table lunch table, choking down my public school lunch, I heard footsteps coming from behind, and turned around to be met by a certain cheerleader. Michelle was, for some unknown reason, wearing her cheering outfit in the middle of lunch, and the plunging neckline didn’t cover a whole lot.

As she bent over to whisper in my ear, my body knew it should run, but my cock kept me rooted in place. This wasn’t some cruel Goth girl who was already known for castrating a football star. This was Michelle, the school slut. She loved balls and cocks and men. She surely wouldn’t hurt me.

5 minutes later, I had the blonde bent over a desk inside the abandoned portables, my cock gliding in and out of her surprisingly tight cunt as she gasped in ecstasy. She had one hand supported herself on the desk and the other alternating squeezing her breasts and rubbing her cunt. As I approached climax, I struggled to comprehend what had ever made me think this little piece of ass was going to injure my balls. She clearly loved what they gave her too much. I pulled out and grunted, jizzing all over her short orange and black skirt. Relieved from my fantastic orgasm, I bent over to kiss her on the neck. “You’re incredible. I missed that a lot.” I started to stuff my cock back into my jeans, but her hand stopped me.

“Who the fuck said you were done.” She rammed her ass back onto my semi erect cock, and all at once I was rock hard again. Soon, Michelle was spread out on the desk, her hand massaging her clit furiously as I gave the horny cheerleader exactly what both of us needed. I lost count of how many more times we fucked after that, even as my drained balls struggled to shoot out another meager load onto her. By the end, we were on the floor, and she rode me out to my final orgasm. Michelle collapsed on top of me, finally drained by our marathon lovemaking.

“I think we might have missed fifth period”. As I spoke, a bell rang to confirm that I had successfully avoided another dangerous swim session. Michelle giggled. “That’s not all we missed. School’s out. You fucked me hard for 2 full periods.

I checked my phone to confirm. “Jesus, you’re a hell of a girl. I’ve gotta go catch my bus now.” She stayed on top of me, sighing deeply. “Sam, you’re really incredible. I hope what I’m about to do doesn’t hurt what we have between us.”

I struggled to get up, but Michelle stayed on top of me. Her knee was digging into my groin painfully, pinning my right nut to the linoleum. “Michelle…my balls…you’re…”

Then I saw her face. She wasn’t smiling anymore. She was kneeling on top of me, her full weight on my balls. Michelle sat up, forcing her knees harder down onto my sac. My nuts turned an unhealthy purple shade, and I started tearing up.

“But…Why…”

She sighed. “I’m not doing so well in school, Sam, and my daddy’s connections can only take me so far in college admissions. Ms. White has offered me and the two others some…incentives for the destruction of your balls.” Of course. That red-headed bitch was behind all of this. She must be writing some letters of recommendation, or boosting some grades or something for these girls. Even a nice girl like Michelle would sell out one measly testicle for a leg up in school.

She stood me up, and her foot slammed into my rapidly swelling sac. Her skirt flipped up, showing me the cute pussy I had, minutes earlier, pounded in a record-breaking fuckfest. Michelle giggled. “Really, Sam, it’s not that bad. After me, you’ll still have one nut. Protect it well enough, and you might be able to have kids someday.” She frowned. “Although, the last girl is pretty smart. And knows a lot more about balls than any of us do. You’re going to have to be really careful after I’m done with you. I think the sports shop on 7th sells cups specifically for boys with only one testicle. “

She laughed again. Even through my haze of pain, I realized how cute the cheerleader was. If anyone deserved to break one of my balls, it was this girl who had made so many boring school days so memorable. “Take the right one…please.”

She smiled. “See, that wasn’t so hard! There’s this cheerleading maneuver I’ve been wanting to try out. Mind if I practice now?”

I minded quite a bit, but was in no position to resist. She stood me up and turned around. She got up real close to me, and for a minute my confused mind thought she was going to bend over to take my dick again. This delusion was dispelled when she flipped her foot up between my legs. The heel of her sneaker compressed my mushy sac against my pelvis, and my balls were so swollen they couldn’t escape out the sides of my thighs. As soon as her foot went back down and released them, she brought her other one up, slamming back into my tortured manhood with a sickening SPLAT.

Her feet kept going up and down, more and more rapidly. As I willed myself to black out to end the pain, I was dimly aware of something she was chanting.

“2…”

SPLAT

“4…”

SPLAT

“6…”

SPLAT

“8….”

SPLAT

“Who will I emasculate?”

SQUISH

“Sam!

SQUISH

“Sam!

SQUISH

“Sam!!!"

SQUELCH!

Her right heel met with the right half of my manhood for the last time, and I felt its liquid remains squish out around her foot. I finally passed out.

*

THE BUSINESSWOMAN

As soon as the boy entered her shop, Stephanie knew what he was looking for. All high school boys buying cups have the same awkward, nauseous look on their face. He was a weedy little freshman, with a weasel face and limbs like spaghetti. He had come in, followed by a black-haired bombshell. The poor little guy had clearly inherited nothing from his beautiful mother.

They walked over to the “Injury Prevention” section and began arguing almost immediately. “No, mom! I can fit in a bigger one! Trust me!”

“Don’t get fresh with me, mister! Just because I’m not your biological mother doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s best for you. We’ve both seen what you’ve got down below, and unless you’ve had a very recent, very localized growth spurt, we’re getting you the smallest size they’ve got.”

“MOM! Be quiet!” Stephanie stifled a giggle.

“You’re lucky I don’t go up to the lady and special order you a children’s cup. Especially after your little…incident at school. This is the only place in the area that even sells protection for one-nuts. Do you want to keep your manhood, or do you want another slut to crush your only remaining testicle?”

Stephanie perked up at that. She had stocked up in One-Ball© cups after hearing about the rise of testicle injuries in the area, hoping that half-men would shell out extra to better protect their only asset. So far, it had proven a wildly unsuccessful endeavor. The special cups attracted more girls than boys, and they only came in to giggle at the idea of a boy who had lost a ball.

The lady approached the counter. “Excuse me, miss, can we try on one of your XS One-Ball cups? My son is looking for some protection.” Normally, sanitation laws prevented her from letting customers try groin protection on, but Stephanie was desperate to make a sale. “Sure thing! Second door on the left.” The boy walked towards the dressing room, and Stephanie watched him intently to see if he was lop-sided.

“I’m going in there with you to make sure you know how to put it on.”

“NO, mom! I’m in high school n-“

Her hand came down on his groin and made a fist, crushing what Stephanie assumed was his last ball in a very tight grip. “This little nut is the only thing that makes you a boy. If you lose it, that’s it. No children. No jerking off. No hot cheerleader hookups in high school bathrooms. Do you want that to happen? I’ve spent my entire career studying testicles. I know what they’re made of, and how to protect them.”

Her grip tightened. “And I know how to break them. Now let’s get you some protection, before there’s another unfortunate incident.”

The kid looked like he wanted to cry and throw up at the same time. His step-mom led him to the dressing room by his nut, and he struggled to keep up.

When Stephanie heard the door click shut, she turned her attention to the small T.V. near the register. Normally it was set to connect to the security camera out front, but she changed the channel until she found what she was looking for. Stephanie had set up several expensive, high-res in the men’s changing room, complete with audio equipment. As an avid fan of the male form, she enjoyed spending long nights with her tapes of well-hung jocks trying on sports equipment. The delicious thought of those guys, all naked and vulnerable and clueless of her roving eyes, checking out their equipment as they tried hers on, drove her wild. Some were big, some were small, and some were pretty average, but all of them were naked when they were changing. Stephanie felt herself getting wet at the thought.

This time, she was in for a bit of a disappointment. As his step-mom forced the young man out of his shorts and opened the box, Stephanie squinted to see his meager manhood. This boy was kidding himself if he thought he needed anything larger than an XS.

“Now, let me show you how to put it on.” The step-mom grabbed his bare ball in her hand and started jamming the cup onto it. This was the last straw for the freshman. “STOP IT! I’m in HIGH SCHOOL! I don’t need some whore my dad is fucking to help me put on a fucking cup! Let go of my ball, Karen!”

The room went silent. Stephanie held her breath in anticipation. Karen dropped the cup, and went down on her knees. She cupped the little testicle in her palm, like a delicate egg.

“Richard, has your father ever told you what I did to him on our wedding night?”

The kid sighed, and rolled his eyes. “Karen! I don’t want to hear about my dad and step-mom’s gross sex life!”

Karen continued. “We were discussing children. He wanted a couple daughters, or another son to keep you company. I thought you were a handful enough for us. It almost ended our marriage before it even began.”

Her grip tightened. “Luckily, I made a couple of rather convincing arguments against more children. Our financial situation really wasn’t what it needed to be. Therapy really doesn’t pay what it used to. We’d need a bigger house, in a better neighborhood. And by keeping you an only child, we could devote more of our time to you.”

Her nails started digging into the boy’s oversized, mostly empty sac, and Stephanie started to realize that this was not going to end well. The kid squirmed uncomfortably, but his step-mom held fast.

“Unfortunately, your father was too stubborn to be convinced. He tried to tell me I needed to give up my career to stay home and raise the children, while he would become the breadwinner. Some stupid business idea he had with some buddies, a restaurant or shop or something. He said that, as long as he had the balls, he was going to be the man of the house.”

“That night, I put an end to his outdated ideas on gender and the workplace. He’s no longer the man of the house, Richard. You are. You’re the only ‘man’ I live with who has even ONE working testicle.”

She sighed sadly. “Even if it IS the size of a dried pea. Richard, I’m just trying to protect your father’s genetic line. That’s why I’m so intent on getting you a cup that fits correctly. This tender little lump is the only chance of continuing his heritage, and if it’s crushed, or broken, or torn off…”

Her hand dropped lower, pulling the boy’s entire manhood farther than Stephanie thought it could stretch. “It would be so sad! It’s really quite a responsibility for a boy your age to have. Especially since you were so inept at protecting the first one. I really don’t think you can handle it. Can you, Richard? Do you think you can keep this ball alive?”

Richard had started to realize the danger of the situation he was in: one solitary ball in the hands of an admitted castratrix. He nodded his head vigorously, tears welling up as he trying to deal with the growing groin pain.

Karen shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. You’re irresponsible, and headstrong, and stupid. I’ve told you a hundred times to jerk off less-“

With one hand wrapped around the ball, she used her other one to drive her thumb into it. She twisted back and forth, drilling into the boy’s manhood.

“To be more respectful to women-“

Her thumb went deeper, and Richard started flailing around wildly. Stephanie giggled at his situation, and realized she was a little wet down under. With no one else in her store, she allowed herself a low moan, and slid her hand under her panties to soothe her drenched pussy.

“And, most importantly, I told you-“

Karen punctuated each word by driving her thumb a little deeper.

“ALWAYS”

JAB

“CALL”

JAB

“ME”

JAB

“MOM!!!”

POP! Richard’s genetic line ended violently, and its remains spewed out. The sight of the poor kid losing his only ball was too much for Stephanie, and she came hard, riding out her orgasm as he emptied his last one all over her dressing room. Karen was completely prepared for this. She took out a small vial, and scooped as much of the jizz that covered the room into it, being sure to avoid the large bloody chunks that used to be his manhood.

The two came out to the counter, the step-mom dragging along the barely-conscious teenage “boy”. “Sorry, but it doesn’t really fit properly. It’s a little too…roomy.” She tossed the cup and the box on the counter, and Stephanie grimaced as she packed it away, wiping off some of the ooze the kid had left behind. “Oh, and do you know of a sperm bank and a hospital around here?”

Stephanie shook her head, a little annoyed at the two. As much fun as it had been to watch Karen castrate the boy, her dressing room was covered in spunk (which she would surely be the one to clean up), and the One-ball© cup remained unsold.

When the two left, another boy walked in, much taller and handsomer. Sam was one of her favorite customers, although of course he didn’t know it. She loved ogling his long, fat cock and oddly shaped sac when he came in to try on some new Speedos. She was surprised when he went to the area the last two had just come from, and picked out an XL One-Ball cup. He came up to the counter and pulled out his wallet, avoiding meeting Stephanie’s eyes. She realized the reason she hadn’t sold any of these cups was because of how embarrassing it was to admit to a woman that you’d lost half your manhood.

Stephanie wondered what had happened to him. Why would a strong jock, with an extra full sac, buy a cup meant for men who only had one ball? Had he lost two of them somehow?

“Um, excuse me? Miss? Do you take debit?”

She snapped out of her daydream. As eager as she was to finally sell one of these wretched cups, Stephanie had to see what was going on beneath this kid’s shorts.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try it on first? Improperly fitting cups can be more dangerous that no cup at all. If it’s too large, it could slip out of place easily. If it’s too small, testicles could get pinched in it, and bruise badly.”

She grinned, and her pussy started tingling again. “Or even rupture. Surely, you wouldn’t want that?”

Sam’s face indicated that he did not want that one bit. “Oh…uh, ok. I’ll go to the dressing room.”

“Ok. Don’t take the second one on the left; it’s a bit…messy at the moment.”

When she heard the door shut, Stephanie eagerly turned to the TV and flipped through the channels until she found what she wanted. Sam was just stepping out of his shorts, and his long, fat cock dangled obscenely as usual. Just as she suspected, his sac was a little…empty. Two scars, one in the middle and one on the right, indicated that someone had removed 2/3 of his manhood. She sighed disappointedly. She had always wondered what getting pounded by a guy with three balls would feel like, and it looked like she wasn’t finding out anytime soon now.

As she watched him try the cup on, Stephanie thought about how he must have lost the other two nuts. Stephanie imagined the load that Richard had shot out, and how much bigger it would be coming from Sam’s hefty balls. She started to daydream of the girls that must have gotten pissed off at him and stomped his bits into oblivion. And now he was coming here, so desperate to protect the last one. It was his only hope.

“Hey, uh… I’ll take it. It fits fine.”

Stephanie came too, and realized she had drifted off long enough for Sam to come out. She rung up his purchase and put the empty box in a bag for him. He was smart enough to wear the cup out of the store. Stephanie had learned today that nowhere was completely safe for a guy with only one ball.

As he walked out the door, Stephanie snuck up behind him. Sexually assaulting a minor was surely some kind of crime, but if he was wearing a cup, it was all fun and games. Stephanie had always been a nice girl, but after watching the incident in the dressing room, she really, really wanted to slam some guy between the legs. And if he had a cup on, no one would get hurt!

She pulled her leg back and slammed her foot up between his legs. She hoped the oddly shaped cup was as strong as her other ones. In high school, she had been quite the soccer player, and her kick was surely stronger than anything he would get hit with during sports. Unfortunately, the cup didn’t seem to provide any protection. She felt her foot sink deeper than it should have, and Stephanie realized too late that the box she had given him hadn’t been empty. She had just kicked him, full-force, in his swollen nut.

“Oh my god! I’m sooo sorry!” Her apology wasn’t entirely sincere. Although she hadn’t really meant to hit him in his solitary ball, it was so much more satisfying than she could have imagined. She wondered if she had known the whole time that he wasn’t wearing his cup. Then she realized she didn’t care. Whatever feelings Richard’s castration had awoken in her made her a different person. Her slit cried out for attention, and Stephanie though about how easy it would be to pull Sam’s jeans off and pound his tortured manhood into a fine mush on the pavement outside.

She went back inside and sat behind the counter. No way was she castrating a boy in broad daylight, right outside her door. She may be new to this whole “ball-busting” idea, but even she knew better than that. But her last two customers had given her a new business strategy. If customers weren’t buying what she was selling, maybe she would have to make some new customers…

*

THE HALF-MAN

I slipped my Speedo on over my oversized cup. Ever since that psycho girl at the shop, I had been extra paranoid that every girl I met was out to break my last gonad. The bulging piece of hard plastic was quite uncomfortable, and didn’t fit very well in my Speedos, but it was a small price to pay to avoid the agony of castration. I hadn’t removed it since I got it two weeks ago; even at night, I was afraid of some psycho ninja ballbuster breaking in and neutering me for good.

I walked out of my locker room into the hallway. Some girls saw my awkwardly stretched Speedo and giggled. Like this was some kind of joke. Like the fact that two-thirds of my manhood had been brutally crushed against my will was hilarious. My partial neutering had made its way around the high school rumor mill, and I’d heard “one-nut” or “half-man” whispered in hushed tones when I went between classes. I’d gotten texts from numbers I didn’t recognize, offering to finish the job for me, or asking if I could still get it up. Some of the more adventurous had even snaked their hands between my legs during classes or passing periods, trying to see what a half set of testicles felt like. They were all disappointed. With the cup, I was invincible. No girl was “fixing” me.

“Where do you think you are going like that?” The buxom redhead teacher strode up to me, and I could feel the color drain out of my face. “We don’t need athletic cups for swimming, Mr. Johnson. Your jockstrap will get all soggy and gross, and your Speedo is stretching out. Let me take it back to your locker for you.”

“Ms. White…” Tears welled up. “I…I…”

“Just because it’s your last testicle doesn’t mean you get special privileges over the other boys,” she said, loudly enough to elicit another round of giggles from the girls down the hall. “No one else is allowed to wear athletic protection during swim season. I’ll take care of that for you.”

She reached inside my swimsuit and quickly tore off the jockstrap holding the cup in place. She pulled both cup and strap out, “accidentally” taking my manhood with them. My frank and bean hung out over the top elastic part of the Speedo, and the girls gasped before bursting into laughter. Ms. White saw the scars that indicated that I had once been a full man, and smiled approvingly.

“You might want to tuck that away, young man. Seems like you need all the protection you can get.”

I hastily covered myself back up, wincing as my swimsuit constricted my only ball painfully. Somehow, the shorts seemed smaller than when I had all three gonads intact. My constant vigilance in protect the precious lump had meant I hadn’t removed the cup long enough to jerk off, and it had repaid me by swelling up large enough to fill nearly the entire sac. I waddled off to join the rest of the kids in the pool, attempting to stop my delicate bit from jiggling too much.

All the fear I had of castration went away when I finally got into the pool. After having my sac constrained in that tight cup for weeks, the cool water felt like heaven. It even seemed to help the swelling a bit. I started on laps, sighing with relief as the water washed away all my fears. After all, it’s the last day of the swimming section. After today, I could wear my cup for every period without any redheaded bitch attempting to castrate me. Something rearranged itself in my suit, and I reached down to find my bloated egg dangling outside. I panicked for a second, before realizing how great it felt to have it free for a moment. As long as my bottom half stayed underwater, nobody could tell that I was mostly naked.

I swam up to the wall and looked over at the girls that had laughed at me earlier. Adolescence had done them a ton of favors, and their skimpy bikinis did nothing to hide the fact. I felt constrained again, and realized my dick had stretched my waistband quite a ways away from my belly. The cup had been so tight, I hadn’t gotten a full erection in weeks, and even with most of my balls gone, my cock didn’t fail to impress me. I almost felt like a full man again.

I pushed off the wall, and my body shot forward like a torpedo. Unfortunately, I left one part behind. Five sharp nails were digging into my sac. Its precious cargo was stretched behind me as my pelvis went one way and my nut stayed in place. Pain arced through my manhood once again, and I started tearing desperately at the cruel fingers. As my vision blurred, I thought about how unfair it all was. I only had one more day to go. Whoever was so intent on castrating me starting pulling me down by my delicate nutcords, and I didn’t have the strength to fight her. I screamed, and water filled my lungs.

* * *

When I first awoke, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Two modest but shapely breasts filled my vision, and their owner bent over to stick her tongue in my mouth. It was that nerdy girl from physics. Katie? Cathy? The brown-haired beauty came out of the lip lock to use her elbows to push her boobs together for me. She bounced up and down on my belly with the heel of her hands, and I realized I was receiving CPR. I wasn’t dead yet.

As my mind started to piece itself together, I was dimly aware of a terrible pain in my nut. Whoever had attacked me had really done a number on it. I could feel the individual nail marks they had left, and my sac felt even more stretched out than before. But there was something else. Some kind of horrible pressure was pressing on my bollock, and I could feel it start to cave. I flailed around wildly, but only managed to convince my savior that I was still in need of CPR.

Her compressions increased in intensity, and I realized that with each bounce downward, the pain sharpened considerably. I strained to look at my ball, but all I could see was her beautiful body. Another push on my belly, and I wretched some water up as my ball came closer to the breaking point.

“You can stop this, you know.”

Between the pain and the near-death experience, I still wasn’t mentally checked in.

“I could break it right now, or we could take you to someone who would hurt you a lot less.”

I started to comprehend what she was saying. She wasn’t my savior. This was Ms. White’s third assistant. My manhood was trapped firmly between her knee and the cold, wet concrete behind. At some point, I had lost my swimsuit. I looked around, desperate for a friendly face. The period must have ended, because most of the kids were inside. The gym teacher was there, grinning wickedly. No help there. The goth girl was on the ground with her legs spread wide. Her face was flushed, and her fingers were stretching out the bottom of her swimsuit as she fucked herself relentlessly to the sight of my damaged good. Michelle watched too, biting her lip with a worried look on her face. As if she cared about my manhood. The scar on my sac told a different story.

“She’s a doctor. Specializes in orchiectomies, penectomies, that sort of thing. She’d knock you out, and cut it right out of you. You’d never feel a thing. No pain at all.”

No pain. I thought of the pain when my middle nut exploded under Jenny’s feet, or Michelle’s heel crushing the right one against my own pelvis. Nothing I had ever felt was a fraction as painful as testicular rupture. I would do anything to avoid a third one. I was naked, surrounded by four ladies who wanted me castrated. One was about to do it.

“Please…don’t (ARrghh) pop it. Just don’t pop it. I’ll (ngh) do anything…”

She smiled, and held a phone to my ear. “When she answers, tell her you want an appointment. Total castration.”

“Hello?” A chocolaty female voice answered the phone. “Please…” The words caught in my throat. “Sir? What do you want?” She was annoyed. I wasn’t begging for her to end my sex life fast enough.

“Please castrate me!”

The line went silent, followed by a slight giggle. “Ok…How many testicles do you have?”

The humiliation was almost too much for me to continue. “Just…Just one. One testicle.”

“Got it. See you soon, Sam.”

The girl shifted her weight, and my remaining sexual organ had its internal structure forcefully rearranged. I passed out again.

*

THE DOCTOR

Taylor examined herself in the mirror as she got ready for the show. Her doctor’s coat was draped over a plunging V-neck that left most of her dark breasts revealed, with a hint of areola peeking out from the thin fabric. Her miniskirt was mostly a belt, and without panties, the astute observer could spy the tip of her shaved pussy sticking out from beneath the thin strip of cloth. When she bent over, she may as well have been naked.

Taylor, or “Dr. Korodani Kuvunja” as some clients called her, wasn’t a real doctor. Testicular torture had always fascinated her, and after getting her Bachelor’s in anatomy she had gone on to become a professional dominatrix. Black dominatrices were quite rare, so any man desiring one had to come to her. But her really profitable clients didn’t come in willingly. Occasionally, some women brought in a man, knocked out from drugs or extreme groin injuries. She would strap them into the medical stirrups that stood as the centerpiece of her dungeon, and get to work. By the end, the man would be a “man”, and the cameras around the bed would have captured the whole ordeal. The women paid a fair price to have their victim castrated, but the real money came from the video sales online. Somewhere online, there was a huge market for real involuntary castrations, and Taylor had tapped right into it.

She stepped out of her dressing room into the main area. The stirrup chair was filled with the blond jock Joan had brought in. Between his thighs lay the single largest love spud Taylor had ever laid eyes on. The sac was black and blue and blistered, and his groin was completely shaven like all her subjects’. She had given him some painkillers and drugs to knock him out for what was to come. Their balls may bring in big money for her, but she saw no reason to have them suffer through the procedure. Behind him stood Joan and three high school girls, one brunette, one blond, one blackhaired.

Taylor stepped back to adjust the camera so his entire manhood would be kept in view. She wanted to get this show on the road, but they were still waiting on Amy and her roommate. The Asian nurse had been responsible for so many “referrals” in the past, so Taylor didn’t mind waiting for the old friend, but she wasn’t sure how long the others could hold out. The black haired girl was practically drooling at the sight of the poor boy’s doomed testicle, and Taylor was afraid she might just go ahead and pop it herself. Joan had her usual look of avarice when she was ballbusting. The brown haired girl was trying to look composed, but Taylor had a feeling that she was as vicious as the Goth girl. Only the blond one looked uncomfortable with what was about to go down.

Unlike most of her involuntary clients, Sam’s appointment had been scheduled long in advance. Joan had filled her in on all the details, about how she needed his genitals gone so he could swim better, and how she hired several girls to help out. Taylor saw right through the farce. Joan didn’t care about his swimming ability any more than she did. Sometimes, a girl just has to break some balls.

Her doorbell rang, and Taylor rushed outside to let the two guests in. “You’re late.” Amy smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, it’s busy down at the hospital. This is my roommate, Stephanie.” The girl was young, maybe in her mid-20s, with mousy auburn hair and freckles. She had petite breasts that she did her best to bare with a tight tube top. “And I’m Taylor, but call me Doctor when we’re on camera. Come on in.”

She had tried to tell them how large the nut had gotten since Amy last saw it, but neither had really believed her. When they saw the cantaloupe sized egg stretching the poor boy’s sac, both girls gasped in astonishment. Taylor started the cameras.

“Hey out there. Welcome to the 25th installation of my instructional medical castration videos. Our victim…er, subject today is quite an interesting specimen. Although born with three functioning testicles, prior accidents have left him with only one. He’s finally gotten tired of all the abuse, and decided to voluntarily give up his nut to me and my six cute assistants. We thank Sam for his brave sacrifice.”

Taylor snapped on latex gloves and bent over in front of one of the cameras, giving it a great shot of her ass and slit. She cupped the poor lump in both hands, giving it a good squeeze and probing it for weak spots. She pulled it down so viewers could see the abuse she was doling out to the defenseless gonad, as her skilled fingers dug deep into the core of Sam’s manhood.

“I will begin with some manual agitations, to weaken the outer shell. Long time viewers will know how difficult it is to break larger balls, and we’ve never seen a larger one. I hope you boys at home are ready for a long session.” She grinning into the camera as she started to massage his lone ball, digging her fingers into the back of it and scraping them downwards. The boy let out a falsetto wail, and a lovely warm dampness bloomed between her legs. God, she loved her job.

After about five minutes, she twisted the nut around to see her handiwork and frowned. Something was wrong. Usually, there would be deep, dark bruises where her fingers had dug, indicating the separation of the tunica albuginea and the delicate nutmeat inside. But all her work only left some shallow external wounds so far. This nut was even tougher than she’d though.

“Now, it’s my assistants turn to work their magic. Who wants to go first?” Four of them eagerly raised their hands, and Taylor picked the raven haired one with the thick eyeliner. “You can come up, Miss..Um..”

“I’m Jenny. Do you have anything to strap it down with? I don’t want it rolling out of place while I work.”

Taylor smiled. This girl clearly had experience. “Yeah, I’ve got just the thing.” She pulled the orb down so it hung below the table, and strapped the top half of his sac to the table’s edge tightly. Jenny smiled back. “That’s perfect!” She placed her hands on his heels, and slammed her knee upwards. The back of his gonad caught on the bottom of the table, and a CRUNCH echoed throughout the room. This ball was lasting three girls, tops.

“How ya doin, sport?” Taylor whispered into his ear, careful to keep her voice low enough that it wouldn’t pick up on recording; Customers hated it when she broke character during a scene. His eyes swiveled around to meet hers, and his face was a mask of helplessness and terror. Before he could answer, Jenny sent three more quick, brutal knees up between his legs, and he spasmed in agony.

“Please...please don’t…”

Another knee flattened his package against the stainless steel table, and something crunched. The soon-tobe-eunuch’s eyes rolled back, and Jenny slipped her hand beneath her short black skirt. Taylor noted she had wisely gone commando for the event. She sent another knee up and kept it there, jamming the nut into the table for all she was worth. Sam warbled with agony as she rolled the tender orb around between her bony knee and the cold hard table. Taylor had no doubt some...interesting new bruises were opening up all over the remaining third of his manhood.

A flush came over Jenny as her fingers rubbed furiously at her pussy. Some of the other girls blushed, but this one clearly didn’t care what they thought. Taylor had an idea.

“Ms. Jenny, if you’d like some assistance with that…” Taylor gestured, Jenny turned her attention away from her pussy for a second. Her dungeon’s back wall was a veritable climbing wall of sex toys. Dildoes, vibrators, and strapons of all shapes and sizes hung off pegs, and Taylor grinned as the young girl’s eyes went wide at the buffet of pleasure. It was tempting enough to draw her away from her fleshy stresstoy, and Sam sobbed as he finally got some relief.

It was short-lived though. The long, skinny dildo Jenny had picked out slid inside her with hardly any effort, and Jenny gasped in pleasure before sending a flurry of knees into his balls, with a brutality that made her first efforts seem tame.

Taylor looked over at the other girls. The brunette with glasses was watching intently, studying the damage as knee after knee pounded against the boy. Joan was grinning, like she’d been waiting a long time for this. The blonde had the same nauseous, sad look on her face as before, as if she actually felt sorry for him. Joan had told her that the blonde had taken his second to last ball, but Taylor never would have guessed it.

Amy watched on, clearly aroused by the whole situation. Even after dozens and dozens of castrations, watching a ball burst to bits never lost its magic. Her friend, Stephanie, was staring at the centerpiece curiously.

It was time to end this. Other people needed a turn before it popped. “Jenny, one more knee, then it’s Amy’s turn.” Jenny turned around, clearly on the brink of orgasm. Her nipples practically tore holes in her T-shirt, and her mouth was wide open and drooling.

“O…Ok. Just..one more.”

CRUNCH

The girl fell to the ground, fucking herself furiously with the dildo. Taylor rushed over to see what was left of the nut. She had heard that crunch before, and knew that there was no way it was still intact. She really wanted the rest of the girls to get a chance before it was over, but it looked like…

…like that was still possible. Miraculously, the ball had survived the Goth girl’s ravages. Taylor sighed with relief as Amy stepped up to the plate. She unstrapped the organ and pulled out the bottom shelf of the table, resting it tenderly on the cold metal plate. The nurse brought her foot up onto the doomed bollock, and rested its viciously pointed heel right in its center. She was definitely going to be the last girl to have a chance at this one.

The busty nurse bent over her knee, putting all of her weight onto one foot. The bollock contorted grotesquely, but remained in place, its delicate contents barely held together somehow. Taylor hadn’t thought it possible, but it was surviving. Amy noticed something was wrong too, and started to get pissed. She stepped onto the table, keeping her foot where it was. Her other heel met with the first, and she squatted down, putting all of her weight into an area only a couple square inches large. The ball continued to spread out ominously, and Taylor knew it was over soon. Just a couple more seconds…

The metal shelf couldn’t hold Amy’s weight anymore, and snapped off. “Ahhh, fuck!” She cried as she tumbled down graceless with a crash, hissing and grabbing her ankle. “Fuck, I think I twisted something. That really hurt!”

Taylor rushed forward and reached between his legs. Probably not a rupture yet, but surely she must have pulled the ball lose. Surprisirngly though, the meaty orb was still fully attached to its now barely-conscious owner. In fact, not only was nothing ruptured or torn, the huge dent Amy had left was gone. The ball had seemingly healed instantly.

Taylor turned to the blonde girl. “Do you want to go next?” The girl shook her head vigorously, and looked like she was about to throw up. Taylor sighed. “How about you?” The brunette turned, and adjusted her glasses. “Doctor, I’d love to assist, but I’m afraid we’re not going to get much done like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve studied testicular structure for a long time, and read dozens of papers on the subject.”

“Sweetie, papers aren’t-“

“Subjects which lose a testicle several weeks prior to busting have been observed to build up a thick, protective shell around the remaining ovoid. I haven’t found much information on triorchids, but it seems to me that losing TWO balls would double the protection.”

Taylor frowned. Most guys brought to her had either both intact, or had been half-castrated recently. She didn’t have much experience with guys who had lived for a while with a half full sac. If this girl was right…

“So what do you suggest?”

The brunette grinned. “The nut is protected, but the cords might be weak. It wouldn’t make as great of a video, but we could snip or tear…”

“STOP!!!”

All five of them turned to look at the blonde with big tits. Even Stephanie let up on her attempts to damage the boy.

“What’s wrong, Michelle?”

The girl burst into tears. “Why…Why do we have to do this! What did he do! Can’t we just let him keep the last one?”

Jenny was clearly pissed. “You didn’t seem so concerned about his junk when you were stomping it to pieces. What the hell got into you?”

Michelle’s lip quivered. “That…that was different.”

“Because you don’t get anything out of popping this one?! Some of us have needs, you know! Some of us need to hurt a boy real bad before we come. We can’t just fuck the nearest dick and climax like a whore!”

“Fuck you, bitch!” Michelle leapt at Jenny, and the others struggled to keep the two apart.

The brunette put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “Michelle, look. He’s in a room with six girls who want to break him. There’s thousands more at home eagerly waiting to watch it happen. He’s not going to keep that nut, no matter what we do. We need to do this. We can’t chicken out now.”

Michelle shook her hand off. “Cathy, it’s not fair! All the rest of you…You all love it. I’ve seen how you are when you’re with a boy. You guys can’t get enough of it! But…ballbusting doesn’t do anything for me. It’s not a turn-on at all. I just want to fuck him one last time!”

Cathy chuckled. “Is that all this is about? Taylor, I think I’ve got something that will leave everyone happy. Doctor, do you have any Sildenafil citrate?”

The black dom blinked. “Um, you know I’m not a real…”

“Viagra. Do you have any Viagra?”

“Oh!” Every dom had something for their older partner’s less vigorous days. “Sure thing.”

Taylor grabbed a few pills and slipped them into the unconscious boy’s mouth. A few minutes later, his cock was rock-hard and throbbing, ready for Michelle. The girl was blushing, clearly not used to fucking on camera. But her horniness beat out her trepidation. She slid her thong off and positioned herself over the monster cock, her cute shaven pussy dripping down her thigh. Taylor wondered if she would be able to take it.

She did. Sliding down his length, she gasped loudly, and her gasps turned to shrieks as bounced away. The kid started moaning softly, and Taylor realized the painkillers must have worn off. He was going to be lucky enough to feel his last orgasm. Unfortunately, that meant he would feel the neutering too.

Cathy explained the plan. “In other subjects, the shell prevents them from ejaculating and reduces their sensitivity. However, if they are brought to orgasm, the protection momentarily retracts, leaving their ball sensitive to pressure and whatnot.”

“While Michelle does her job on top, we can do our work down here, weakening it so it’s ready to pulp as soon as he comes.” She turned to Taylor. “Doctor, whose turn is it?”

Taylor was impressed with the girl’s skills. “I think you’ve earned a turn, young lady. Do you want him strapped down?”

Cathy shrugged. “I’m used to doing this type of procedure with much more primitive equipment. I can manage.” She bent down, and held the nut steady with one hand. The cheerleader bouncing on top made it hard for Sam to stay still, and his eyes popped out as his nut cords were pulled mercilessly downwards by the cruel girl between his thighs. He screamed, although whether from pleasure or pain no one could tell. Both of the girls were apparently very good at their job.

Cathy opened her mouth wide to get as much of the nut meat between her teeth as possible and chomped down. The flesh beneath her teeth caved inward, and Taylor gasped as her jaws nearly met. On any other man, her mouth would be full of mushy scrotum, the last drops of his manhood oozing through the tears her teeth left. But her theory about the “outer shell” seemed to be true. The testicle held together, but its owner seemed to be coming apart. He screamed again and thrashed around, but only managed to thrust into Michelle harder and do more damage to his nut.

His shrieks were starting to cover up Michelle’s moans, and Taylor couldn’t take it any more. She straddled his face, covering him up with her fat, pungent pussy lips. “Get me off, and we won’t tell everybody in school what happened to you here.” Taylor knew it was an idle promise; the Goth girl would probably show the video to everyone she knew as soon as it was released. But the desperate jock was in no state of mind to reason about that. He lapped away furiously, his howling muffled by the dominatrix on top of him.

Michelle gasped as she came yet again. Taylor looked over the blonde’s shoulder to see what was going on at the bottom of the table. Cathy had released him, and Amy’s roommate was doing her best to make an impression on the gonad. The nut was swinging loose beneath the table. As large as it was, it looked lonely in the sac. Taylor wished Joan had brought the boy in when all three were intact, so she could see the beauty of an overstuffed scrotum. Stephanie punched the swinging orb, but her aim was sloppy. She hit the side of it, sending it swinging around comically.

She kept batting at it ineffectually. Taylor struggled to give her advice as a talented tongue worked away between her legs. “Sweetie, you’re…you’re not getting anything done like that. You really need a hard surface behind it if you want to do some damage.” Stephanie frowned, and changed her tactics. She uppercut the egg into the table, pressing it against the hard surface for extra leverage, but the slippery orb escaped from her knuckles before she could get a good hit in.

“There’s…there’s some tools on the shelf.” Taylor gasped, and bucked around on the kid as Stephanie’s face lit up. Taylor was close, but she wasn’t ready to leave the wonderful feeling between her legs. She didn’t know what she’d have to promise to get him to eat her out again. The needle-nose pliers could barely fit around any actual man meat, but she finally managed to pinch off a corner of the ball from the back. The boy’s mouth opened so wide that Taylor’s pussy got some relief for a moment, and she sighed as her aching pussy cooled down before smothering him some more.

Finally, Stephanie let go and the last assistant took her place. Out of all the balls she’s watched destroyed, Taylor has never seen a girl as excited as Joan. The redhead stepped between his legs, hefting the oversized testicle in her hand. “Remember me, Sam?” A whimper from beneath Taylor confirmed that he did.

“I’m the one who’s going to pop you,” Joan cooed softly, as if speaking directly to the testicle. “I had to let the girls get both of your brothers. I didn’t want to, but I knew he wouldn’t let me get close to you again. I lost my chance that day in the office.” The blonde started bouncing harder, and her face screwed up as the jock brought her to yet another orgasm. He gasped, even though Joan wasn’t hurting him yet. Her pussy must have tightened and brought him awfully close.

“I would have LOVED to be the one to take both of them. But you’re the last one. The best one.” She gripped it with both hands. “When you’re gone, he’s done. He’s not even a ‘he’ anymore. You’re really all he has left, and I’m taking you away.”

She kissed it, almost tenderly. “Sam, any last words as a man?” The boy was silent, lapping away furiously at the vagina covering his face. Taylor could feel herself on the edge.

Joan shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She dug her nails into the soft meat, and Taylor swore she could hear a crunch.

Then her world went blurry. The most powerful orgasm of her life rocked through her entire body as the doomed boy finally finished her off. Through eyes squinted shut in pleasure, she could see Michelle bucking furiously before finally falling off the cock entirely, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy. A spurt of cum covered the camera in the ceiling with semen, and another glob caught Taylor in the face. Joan was between his thighs, laughing maniacally as her grip sunk deeper and deeper into the oblong sphere.

Then, there was no sphere. Its strong shell finally caved in, and its remains squished into the scrotum and out of his dick. Sam mercifully passed out as his P.E. teacher pulped the last bit of his manhood.

Taylor rolled off his face, basking in her afterglow and surveying the scene.

This was going to make a fantastic video.

*

EPILOGUE

Joan jumped into the pools with the kids. It was the first day of swimming for 5th period P.E., and some of their basic skills were severely lacking. It was time for a lesson. She looked over at Sam, the eunuch paddling laps back and forth obediently. Usually she had him assist her in this sort of thing, but today he was lacking some pf the necessary equipment.

She scanned through the students, looking for an appropriate subject. Sam had been the first of her champions in the last year, but certainly not the last. Half the swim team was playing without a full deck in the manhood department. A few parents had gotten furious about their boys coming home with a half or completely empty sac, but most welcomed the behavioral changes a decrease in testosterone brought their teenage boys. The ones that had really raised a stink…Well, they were invariably fathers, and Joan had ways of convincing them to calm down.

Her eyes rested on Billy, that blond freshman. He was one of the few freshman boys ballsy enough to wear a Speedo to practice. Literally, in his case; the tiny scrap of fabric frequently lost the struggle to keep his prodigious package fully inside.

“Hey, Billy! Get over here! I need you to volunteer for a lesson for the other kids.”

He swam over, clueless about what was to come. “Gather round, everybody. I’ve noticed a lot of you trying to do backstrokes. It’s embarrassing. You need to be able to float on your back before you can swim.” She pulled Billy over and lay him face up in the water, supporting him with one hand on his shoulders and the other hand on his ass. His swimsuit moved, and Joan was pleased to something stirring. She probed his little asshole with her middle finger, and a small tent formed in his Speedo. Billy’s face turned red, but he dare not defy her. He had heard about what happened to that senior boy.

“To float, you need to lie perfectly flat on your back. Billy, stop bending inward.” The kid had futilely been trying to hide his massive erection under the water. She pushed his butt upward, exposing him and probing deeper. By now, his swimsuit was stretched completely away from his waist, and every girl and boy in class could see his reaction to her advances. She crept her hand forward, moving over his taint and into his nether regions, until she found what she was looking for.

She whispered into his ear. “Not bad, kid. Puberty was kind for you.”The redhead hefted his nuts, feeling their size and shape. As large as it was, the scrotum paled in comparison to her champion’s formerly overstuffed sac. By this point, nobody was paying attention to the floating lesson. Boys were looking on, either in awe or in jealousy, at the throbbing erection barely concealed by the skimpy swimsuit. Girls were giggling at the sight of his embarrassing boner, some of them as beet red as him.

She increased pressure on his testicles, and he looked up at her despairingly. Joan realized that the poor guy was probably a virgin. A moan escaped his lips as she dug fiercely into his full ballsac. Nobody noticed what she was doing to him. “NICE BONER, KID!” Some girl shouted out from the back of the pool, eliciting another round of giggles from the peanut gallery.

Joan looked down in mock surprise, as if she had somehow not noticed until now. “Billy, what have I told you about this! If you feel like the girls in the pool arouse you, masturbate before coming out here! This…this isn’t a strip club, young man! Put that away at once or I’ll do it for you!”

Billy looked up at her with watery eyes. “I…I can’t help it.” His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to deal with the embarrassment of his throbbing cock and the ache of his rapidly deflating balls. Joan zeroed in on the left one, putting all her pressure on it. He shrieked in agony as it began to cave. “I’m…I’m so sorry! Please don’t! please don’t do…” He couldn’t finish. The pain was too much. The ball squished out around her thumb, and Joan felt the tough outer skin begin to tear.

And suddenly, she was squeezing pulp. Something shot out of his cock, and Joan turned away just in time to avoid a facial. The crowd went wild, with the girls shrieking in amusement. Catcalls came from all over the pool.

“Did he just cum from being looked at?”

“Quick shot, huh?”

“Are you ready for round two, stud?”

Joan smirked. None of them realized that his involuntary orgasm was because of a half castration. She probed around his scrotum, finding the remaining half of his man meat.

The kid was still conscious somehow, and started begging for his sex life. “Please, Ms. White! I’m so sorry! I’ll never do that again, I swear! I’ll never get a boner in swim class ever again!”

“You sure won’t, Billy.” She yanked downward, and something tore. His cock finally went limp.

* * *

Jenny sat at her desk at home, wearing nothing but her new socks and a tight T-shirt. She was idly checking Facebook as her new toy lapped away between her legs. Her parents were gone for the weekend, and some businessman from Europe had recently moved to town. He was married, or divorced, or something, and Jenny was pretty sure his name started with an M. The details really didn’t matter to her. All she cared about was his little dick and his fat wallet. The former was erect and drooling as rested her feet on his sac, while the latter was on the desk, its contents payment for her evening.

She dug her toes a little deeper into his manhood. Jenny heard him squeak pitifully, and the first feel of arousal coursed through her. For a middle aged man, he was singularly bad at cunnilingus. She tried to readjust herself in a feeble attempt to teach him where a clitoris was, but his clumsy tongue managed to avoid even the slightest touch at her love button. She thought back to Andy that one fateful night, and the skillful symphony his tongue had played on her pussy as she changed his life forever. Life as a eunuch with Cathy could only have made him more skilled in the oral arts, and she sighed in jealousy as she put more pressure on the useless sac of flesh beneath her feet.

Jenny opened up her Gmail. Dozens of requests from men flooded her inbox, begging her to kick, squeeze, punch, or otherwise torture their small, big, fragile, or blue balls. She had read it all before. Posting her email address on various ballbusting forums and blogs may have been a little inconvenient, but sad fucks like M gave her the cash to fill her gas tank and buy new eyeliner. A little farther down the page, another message caught her eye.

TO: Jenny McCormick (lilgothballbreaker89@gmail.com)

SUBJECT: Business Opportunity

She almost marked it as spam, before seeing who sent it.

FROM: Dr. Kuvunja (black_busty_buster@yahoo.com)

M somehow managed to hit her clit for the first time in two hours, and Jenny let out a moan of pleasure. Her toes dug a little deeper into the oversized sac as his little cock stood throbbing at attention. It seemed so proud of itself, a meager 4 inch worm that looked like it was about to ruin her good cashmere socks.

Hey Jenny,

I never got the chance to thank you for coming by with Joan. I’ve had a lot of girls assist me in my work, but none have really had the passion or talent you displayed. I know you’re graduating soon, and I was wondering what your plans for after high school are.

Jenny sat up to see the screen a little better, and the delicate organs flattened out beneath her feet. She felt the tap against her knee that they used as a safe word, and she squeezed her knees tighter to keep him from escaping. In addition to her high financial price, M had promised her at least one orgasm before he went back to wherever he came from, and Jenny was not getting blue-balled. He tried to pull away, but she shoved him back down into her pussy and stomped harder.

I could use an assistant, and the video we made has been especially popular online. I’ve gotten thousands of requests to bring you back, and I’d be willing to pay a fair commission if you came and worked for me.

Jenny smiled. College didn’t really seem up her ally, but her asshole of a dad kept bugging her about her future and her education. He always wanted her to go into the medical field, and she could tell him she was interning for a doctor. She moved forward on the seat, momentarily putting her entire weight on M’s manmeat. She felt him scream and try to shake free. With a steady source of income, she wouldn’t have to wait for her parents to leave for the weekend to let creeps like this guy come over and invade her personal space.

Anyway, just let me know when you decide. I really want to work with you again!

-Taylor

The screaming stopped, and Jenny felt something splatter over her legs. She looked down in disgust to see the remains of M’s manhood soaking through her socks. Jenny peeled off the ruined socks and tried to dab as much of the nut butter and mushy testicle bits as she could off of her, but there was too much. She slammed her fist down in frustration on the empty sac, and was surprised to feel some resistance. Probing around, one of the testicles had managed to escape total destruction, although it was close. If she took him to the hospital, they might be able to save it and she could milk the hapless loser for the rest of his credit limit.

She punched him again, and the POP sent her over the edge. Jenny shuddered in pleasure as the man managed a weak final load. He kept his fluids to himself this time, dribbling out onto his legs and belly. Jenny crawled back up to her computer, and started writing her acceptance letter to Taylor.

* * *

Michelle arrived at school with a bounce in her step. She was almost done with her high school career, and the acceptance letter to her dream school had arrived that morning. She must remember to write Ms. White a thank-you letter for her glowing recommendation.

She was so elated, she didn’t watch where she was going and slammed boobs-first into some short kid, bowling him over and scattering his school supplies across the hall.

“Oh jeez! Sorry about that!” She bent over to help him up, “accidentally” giving him an eyeful of her heaving rack. He looked like a freshman, and she knew how vulnerable the new boys were to a couple of bare tits. Maybe she could take him out after school for a little fun. She stared down at his crotch for the inevitable tenting, but nothing came up. She frowned.

“It’s o-ok! Oh!” The kid stood up, and Michelle squinted at him. Where had she seen him before? He was weasly and scrawny, with noodly little arms. Could it be-

“I uh-I never got a chance to apologize to you.” He avoided her gaze. She couldn’t believe this little shrimp nearly violated her almost a year ago. It seemed like puberty had skipped him over entirely. He hadn’t aged at all.

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“For trying to rape me?”

“Ye…yeah. I…it was fucked up. I’m just really sorry.”

Michelle felt a twinge of sympathy. She didn’t want to get raped, but very few boys deserved to lose a testicle. She thought back to Sam, a little guilty for what she did to him. Although she had only taken one of three, she had indirectly helped with the last one. There was no point apologizing to the eunuch, but maybe she could make amends with this one-nut.

“Don’t worry about it. I was practically raping you anyway.” She got close to him, and slid her hand underneath his belt. He gasped, like this was the first time anyone else had ever touched his genitals. Michelle couldn’t believe he was a sophomore. “Maybe you’ve lost a nut, but you’ve still got that fat dick I loved so much.” She grabbed his sac, and was surprised to find it completely full. She rolled it around, trying to figure out which was fake. They both felt nearly identical. The doctors had done a fantastic job with it. Michelle found the one that must have been rubber, and dug her nail into it.

“Nghh..Please…please stop.” A tear rolled down the boy’s cheek. Michelle extracted her finger sheepishly. It must have been the wrong nut. “Sorry. I’m not going to castrate you. I just want to fuck. Take that big, fat prick up my cunt. Seriously, I’m sopping wet right now. Skip your next class, and let’s go back to that bathroom.”

She reached for his swollen, aching….shrunken, flaccid dick. Now something was seriously wrong. Half the guys in the school would have blown their loads by now. The other half would have bent her over right then and there.

“I lost the other one. I can’t…I can’t fuck you. I’m sorry. My dick doesn’t work any more.” He was sobbing now. Her sympathy turned to pity, then disgust. The “boy” looked up at her despairingly. “I want to be a man again. I want to want you so badly. But I can’t. It’s…useless.”

He sniffled, and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Are…are they convincing? Did you think I still had one?”

Michelle probed deeper, and realized how foolish she had been. His fake balls didn’t even have cords keeping them anchored to his abdomen.

“No. They’re obviously fake.” She withdrew her hand from the poor facsimile of manhood and walked to her next class, leaving the eunuch alone in the hallway.

* * *

Stephanie spun around on the chair behind the register, bored out of her mind. She had sold a few of those blasted one-nut cups, but not enough to empty her huge backlog. Her campaign to bust up enough nuts to drive demand had been a terrible failure. She had managed a couple of ruptures, and had even seen her victims come into the store for something. But as soon as they saw their attacker sitting behind the counter, they turned tail and ran. She couldn’t sell to anyone she busted, so she just had to sit and wait for other girls to spontaneously damage some eggs. Which wasn’t exactly the best business plan.

The bell on her door jingled, and Stephanie anxiously sat up to see if it was a half-man looking for some protection. Her heart sank when Cathy entered. She and Stephanie had become fast friends since the incident at Taylor’s last year, and she was glad to see her friend in such a good mood. But Cathy didn’t have anything to protect under her plaid skirt.

“Hey girl! Guess who just made it into UCB!” Stephanie was happy that her friend had made it into her dream school, and smiled wanly. “That’s…That’s great. I’m really happy for you.”

“What’s wrong, girlfriend?” Stephanie’s smile disappeared. “I might have to shut down soon. These goddamn one-nuts aren’t buying any cups!”

Cathy grinned. “Stephanie, me and Michelle are living together next year. We…might be able to help you. You know, we’ll only be an hour drive from here. Maybe we can convince a few boys of how worthwhile your products are…”

Stephanie lit up. “When would you start?”

Cathy glanced over at the baseball section. Some college boy was checking out bats, swinging them for weight and feel. She walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, you play baseball, right? Can you settle an argument for me and my friend?”

The boy turned around. “Uh, sure.”

“How many strikes does it take to get a guy out?”

“Um…Three. Three strikes.”

“Really? I thought it was only two.”

Her knee was a blur between his legs. When he collapsed, cross-eyed, she spread him out, using her hands to keep his legs open. Her foot rested comfortably on the right half of his crotch.

As Cathy shifted her weight forward, Stephanie smiled. Maybe she could stay in business after all.