Friendzoned

**Contains castration and penectomy**

Friendzoned

by Preunbb

Chapter 1: Classmates

Alyssa walked into the study hall, slamming the door behind her as she clutched her math book to her prodigious chest. She was obviously in a bad mood. She took a seat and dropped her books onto the table, causing a few students nearby to turn to see. All I saw was her perfect breasts jiggling in her blouse as she sat down and stared hard at the table.

We’d first met in the after-school calc tutor program, with me volunteering to be her tutor. She was the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’d have to follow almost every tutoring session with a fast, furious wank (or three). She started giving me wet dreams, even when I kept to my usual four masturbation sessions per day. I could not get her out of my head.

Of course, a guy like me had no chance with a girl as hot as her. I’d asked her to a school dance a year ago, only to have her sweetly but stiffly inform me that she was already attending with her jock boyfriend Brad. I’d spent that night alternating between pitying myself, and masturbating furiously to the brief glimpse of pantyline I’d gotten later that day when she bent down to pick something up.

Still, we’d grown close. Not boyfriend-girlfriend close, but... she’d told me so many times how I was like a brother to her, how she wished she knew a guy as nice as me to date. She’d even gotten personal, talking about the problems she’s had with her boyfriend. I listened patiently as she described his asshole jock behaviour, and I tried my best to convince her she deserved better. But it seemed like whenever they were about to break up, she’d go to meet him to talk, and...they fucked.

I knew this because she shared every time with me in agonizing detail. Our friendship seemed to make her see me as almost asexual. She didn’t seem to notice the effect she had on me as she told me just how good it felt when his enormous cock plunged into her, and how all their arguments seemed so silly once he’d made her cum and pulled out to spray his own load all over her. I didn’t want to hear all of it, but...I didn’t want her to leave, or stop talking. So I endured, pretending to be impressed when she informed me that Brad could cum 3 or 4 times in a row.

“Alyssa, is everything okay?” I could see tears leaking out of her eyes, and I tried to focus on comforting her, even as I crossed my legs to conceal my 7-inch erection.

She looked up at me. “Last weekend, I found out, Brad…He’s been with...”

She burst into tears. I couldn’t catch all the details, but the important part was clear. Brad had cheated on her. This was so much worse than anything he had done before. 

I tried to be sympathetic. I tried not to hope that this would finally make her see what a shithead her awful boyfriend was. Maybe she wanted to date someone who would treat her right, someone who would give her everything she needed, not just an asshole with a big dick.

She hugged me close, and I felt her breasts press against me. She smelled amazing. I tried, and most likely failed, not to seem a total creep as I hugged her back. I didn’t want to stand up and make my erection embarrassingly obvious, but when I was sitting down, her breasts almost smothered me. She sobbed into my shoulder, and I gave her the best hug I could without poking my cock into her leg. Finally, she broke free and sat back down.

“Oh, Jon...Why would he do this?”

I swallowed hard. “Some guys, just... can’t control their dicks.” I tried not to think of the irony of my statement and focused on getting my boner to disappear (to no avail).

“Alyssa, is there anything I can do to make things better?”

She laughed bitterly. “I dunno. Can you unfuck Jessica with Brad’s penis? Can you make Brad regret what he did to me?” She looked right into my eyes. “Can you bring me Brad’s balls so I can pop them?”

I gasped at her violent language. 

“Alyssa, that’s...that’s really harsh! Don’t even joke about that!”

“You think I’m joking? I would GLADLY rupture his testicles for what he did to me.” She rolled her eyes at me. “You boys are always so...WORRIED about each other's nuts. Weren’t you the one telling me how awful of a boyfriend he was?”

“Alyssa, you should break up with him, not…”

“Not break his nuts? Why? What does he need them for.” She sighed loudly. “Men. Honestly, I just need to take out my aggression on SOMETHING. I can’t focus on homework AT ALL right now.” She started to gather her stuff. “I think I’m going to head home. Can you finish my work for me again? Just write my name at the top and drop it off at my place afterwards.”

“Wait!” I’d been waiting all day to tutor her. This was the highlight of my week, just being in her presence.

“I...I have an idea.”

She looked at me expectantly. “And…?”

“You can...you could use me.”

She looked at me puzzledly. “Use you for...what, exactly?”

“You can...bust my balls if you want.” I let out the last part in a whisper, almost not believing what I was saying. “You know, pretend I’m him. Take some of the stress out. That’ll help you focus, right?” Was I this desperate to be around her? Would I really let her hurt my balls, just so I could be near her? 

Of course, I was. I’d give my right nut just to see her naked.

She looked down at me with a blank stare. I almost gave up, and aborted this whole cringey situation. I’d claim it was a bad joke.

“Ok.”

I looked up at her. Her face was lit up. She was smiling ear to ear, her tears gone. I knew right away that I had done the right thing. I tried to ignore my dick, which leaked its first drop of precum.

My heart sank as I realized what I’d just said. What the fuck had I signed myself up for? She had just talked about popping her boyfriend's nuts, literally neutering him.

“OK. Let's go somewhere more private. I think Mr. Miller usually leaves his room unlocked.”

I followed her nervously. No girl had even touched me below the belt, much less “busted” me. What did she think that meant? Did she think I’d volunteer my balls, entirely? Would I ever be able to have sex after this?

“Hurry! Get in!” She opened the door, beaming from ear to ear. The humiliated girlfriend of minutes ago had transformed into normal, bubbly Alyssa. “I’m SO excited!”

I couldn’t believe the change I’d affected in her. 

“Thank you sooooo much! Don’t worry: I’m only going to pretend you’re Brad. I’m not actually going to castrate you!” She sat up and smiled. “After all, it’d really suck if you lost your balls before your virginity, right? I don’t want to pop both of them, just...you know, squeeze them, kick them, smack them around a bit. I know it’ll hurt, but…” She looked up at me, her eyes wide with pleading. “Well, this is what friends are for, right? Now take your jeans off. They’ll just get in my way.”

“But, Alyssa…” 

“C’mon, this was your idea! Let’s do it the right way. I want to feel what I’m hitting.”

I reluctantly slid my jeans off. The struggle to hide my erection became more futile. I kept my hands crossed over my crotch.

She laughed at my humiliation. “Move your hands, man! And stand up straight, legs apart. No, stay looking at me.” She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned in close. “Thank you so much,” she whispered breathily into my ear.

Then my vision went white. Her knee had slammed into my nuts faster than I could react. The pain started sharp and cold, deep in my balls, but spread quickly throughout my body. My cock had been sticking straight up towards my belly button and managed to avoid any damage, but my two swollen nuts had been trapped between her bony kneecap and my pelvis. Before I could say anything, she put her knee down and rocketed it up again, and again. Somewhere through the haze of agony, I could hear her counting. 

“2...3… Just gonna go to 10 for this first set, ok?”

I had no idea where she got the idea of “sets” from, and I didn’t dare think of how many there might be. I could only concentrate on the crippling agony emanating from my testicles, as I tried to assess the damage each kick was inflicting. For a woman who had just been crying inconsolably, she sure had recovered her energy fast.

“8...9...I’ll make this last one memorable, hold tight.”

She changed her grip and held me up under my armpits, lifting me up a few inches off the ground. Then she dropped me, timing my fall perfectly with her knee shooting up into my balls. She let me go, and I fell to the ground, curled up and clutching my crotch. My balls were tender to the touch, and I hoped something was still intact inside of them. Above me, Alyssa was breathing heavily and sweating a bit. The knees seemed to have taken the wind out of her.

I couldn’t believe what I had agreed to. I couldn’t do any more. I collected my scattered thoughts and squeezed my eyes tight, trying to block out the pain to put together the words I needed to say to stop her. “Please, Alyssa, I can’t take…”

Then I saw it. From my angle on the floor, I could see right up her skirt. Like a lot of women were doing at my school, she wore no panties, but I’d never had a view this clear before. Her perfect pussy was shaven bald. I’m sure Brad loved that.

“Jon?” She leaned over to me, blocking my view of her beautiful vagina but treating me to an almost total downblouse. I couldn’t raise my eyes past her perfect boobs. I think back on this moment a lot, when I’m trying to remember what it felt like before I lost my balls. If she hadn’t shown me the two best views of my life, I would have been able to finish my thoughts. I could have ended it there. I would still have everything intact.

But she did, and I didn’t. “Turn over, please. Spread your legs apart. I’d really like to stomp on them.”

I managed to tear my eyes off her breasts. She was clearly staring at my crotch, and a puzzled and slightly disgusted look was on her face.

“And Jon, could you...um...Could you put your penis away?”

I had slid my boner into the waistband of my briefs earlier while I was trying to hide it, and with my pants gone, my briefs had slid down to the base, exposing almost my entire cock. I reach down to pull them up and hide my throbbing appendage. Even the slight rubbing of my underwear on my nuts caused a dull ache.

“Thanks. Now pull your balls out, it will make things more easy.” That was the last thing I wanted. My briefs provided the only meager protection I had. “I just...I don’t really want to see that, you know? I have a boyfriend, and...I really just want things to be platonic, nothing weird.”

I nodded ashamedly. “Yeah...yeah, of course.” She was still loyal to that asshole, after what he did to her.

“Spread out more, please.”

I unclenched my legs as far as I could, but the pain was too much. She got impatient.

“Stop protecting yourself!” She grabbed my feet, pulled them up and spread me apart. My legs made a V, which she bisected with her leg. I felt the sole of her shoe press my nuts past my taint and onto the hard linoleum floor behind me.

Then she shifted her weight forward. I screamed for a few seconds, then blacked out briefly from the pain. When I came too, she was still stepping on my nuts, but she had just started to step off.

“Whew! That was fantastic! I always wanted to crush his balls completely flat, and we got pretty close today.” I slipped a hand tremblingly into my pants. Both nuts were oddly shaped, not quite oval anymore, and even rolling them around made me wince. Yup, they were noticeably out of round, flatter on one side.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I think that’s probably enough for today. I should call Brad up and try to patch things up. You’re good to finish my homework for me, right?” I couldn’t reply. “Jon? You’re going to finish my work for me first thing when you get home, right?” I made eye contact with her finally, and her big beautiful brown eyes stared at me pleadingly. 

“Y...yes Alyssa.” What else could I say? I didn’t want to offend her, or let her down. I’d already weirded her out by letting her see my hard cock. I knew I needed to make things up to her. And despite what I’d been through, she was intoxicating. Whatever she had done to me, my sex drive was apparently still intact.

“Great! See you tomorrow!” She giggled. “I’ve got a bunch of exams coming up in the next few weeks, so I might be a little stressed out again. It’s alright if you help me with that again next week, right?”

I moaned in despair, and she seemed to take that as a yes. “Take care, Jon!”

* * * * *

The next week passed far too quickly. For the first time, I was dreading our tutoring session. But every time I tried to get the nerve up to cancel and let her take her sadistic urges out on some other poor boy, I thought of the glimpse of panty I’d gotten, or her smell, or her cute smile as I lay on the ground....and I’d end up masturbating furiously, unable to hit “send” on the text message that might’ve saved my balls.

Maybe she’d actually want to get homework done this time. I walked into the library and sat down next to her at our usual spot.

She leaned over to me and whispered. “Come on, let’s go to Mr. Miller’s!” No such luck. I let out an involuntary groan.

She frowned at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Alyssa, I know you were really stressed last week, but...my nuts still hurt pretty bad.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Dude, I kicked you a few times lightly a WEEK ago. No way you’re still feeling it. It’s just in your head.”

“But if you really don’t want to, I’m not going to force you to let me bust your balls. I’m still really stressed though, so I’m gonna go home and see my boyfriend. I’m sure Brad’s cock can relieve some of my stress. I’ve got a LOT of exams coming up, and it’s pretty overwhelming.”

I swallowed. I couldn’t believe she stayed with him after what he did to her; worse, she was choosing to fuck him over spending any time at all with me. “Wait, I can...I’ll be ok. Just...try not to kick too hard?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Can you just get your pants off already?”

I pulled my pants down. She came up close to me and put her hands on my shoulders. I winced in anticipation of her knee in my crotch.

Instead, her hand suddenly darted down my boxers. I gasped at the feel of her warm hand directly touching my scrotum. Nobody but me had ever touched me between the legs before, and although she was avoiding my cock, it felt amazing. She was being gentle this time, just rolling my nuts around slightly. It was too much for me. My cock sprang to life.

Then I felt her tighten her grip. Hard. I sucked in my breath as she rolled them against each other, grinding them into each other.

“Alyssa…” She pulled down hard, and I let out a girlish squeal. This hurt in a brand new, horrible way. Not the dull, intense pain of my nuts; more like a knife-sharp stab into my abdomen through the root of my nut tubes.

She either ignored my discomfort or didn’t care. I suspected it was the latter.

“Oh my god, this feels AMAZING! It’s like two stress balls on…” She gave another yank, and I jerked forward to prevent my vas deferens from being ripped out. “On two very tight rubber bands, connected to you. The cords don’t hurt as much as the balls, right? I know your nuts are really sensitive, but I wanted to test out their connection.” She grinned evilly.

I tried to protest, but she chose that moment to yank my balls upwards. She laughed as I stood up quickly. “Oh man, you’re like my puppet. And these balls are my handle on you!”

She had no idea how right she was. If I didn’t have nuts, I wouldn’t let her use me this way. I knew that. I knew she treated me like dirt, but...She was so hot. I couldn’t give up on her, no matter how many times she dumped homework on me, hurt my nuts, or blabbed on about her boyfriend’s amazing cock. I was attracted to her like a moth to a flame.

She increased her grip on my nuts, squashing them together even more and pulling them up and out of my boxers. My dick flopped cartoonishly out with them. Whatever concern she’d had about seeing my dick last week seemed to have gone out the window. 

I looked down at her grip, trying to see the state of my nuts through a growing haze of tears. Her squeezing was incredibly painful. The fleshy package in her hands was being compressed so hard, I couldn’t tell where one testicle began and the next ended. It felt like she was trying to press them into each other until they merged into one nut. Bubbles of whitish nut flesh bulged out slightly from between her knuckles. I squinted my eyes shut in agony. My chances of having children did not look good.

Right before I thought she would neuter me, she let go. I struggled to remain standing. My hands flew down to my tender balls, but she pushed them away. “Don’t grab yourself! Pull your boxers down and spread out, I want to see my handiwork. You can lay down on your back, just don’t put your legs together. Come on, you’re blocking my view!”

She pried my legs apart and got down on her knees between my legs. I concentrated on breathing steadily through the pain. I realized I had been crying steadily at this point. I couldn’t believe the pain I was going through, but the chance to have the woman of my dreams touch my cock and balls was almost worth it.

I look down at her again, between my legs. If I ignore the agony and nausea and terror that she might end my sex life before it starts, I can almost imagine her between my legs like this, smiling at my now rock-hard cock, leaning over me and swallowing my cock to the hilt…

Crunch

My world exploded in pain once more as she hammer-fisted my left testicle into the ground. She slammed her fist against the same nut again. She’s precise, clearly aiming for just a single testicle for maximum pain. The floor was cold and rock-hard and doesn’t give way for my testicular assault at all.

“Please…” 

Thump

“Please, Alyssa, no….”

She looks up at me. “Jon, I need you to shut the fuck up, ok? Your cock and balls are similar enough to his, but when you start talking, it makes it hard for me to imagine you’re him.”

Her words were cruel, but I gasped at the compliment she had accidentally paid me. I had heard so much detail about how nice her boyfriend’s junk was. Did she think the same about me? Did similar enough mean I was as big as…

Crunch. This hit made every hit before feel like nothing. My pain reached a level I didn’t think was possible, and I screamed. Something had been permanently damaged inside my left nut, I knew that now. 

“Ooooooh, we...might need to stop for today. That did NOT sound good. Was your nut this purple before?”

“Did...did it pop?” The last word comes out as a whispered squeak.

She giggles. “Not yet, but you sound like it did! Everything feel alright down there?” She rolled my nut around roughly without waiting for my answer, and I gasped in pain. “Doesn’t feel ruptured. Pretty badly bruised, though.”

She stood up. “Well Jon, this has been another productive tutoring session!” She stepped over me and stood straddling my face, her pussy directly above me. I gasp at the vision before me. “Just one more for good luck!”

She lifted her left sneaker up and brought it crashing down onto my beleaguered purple nut.

The pain is too much for me. Whatever bruise is inside my nut grows as her foot crashes with another sickening crunch. I cling to the last vision I had before I lost consciousness... Her standing above me, short skirt hiding nothing…

And completely pantyless.

I passed out.

Chapter 2: Friends

I woke up eventually. Alyssa had left, and it was dark outside. I attempted to stand, but my legs had fallen asleep, and my balls were staggeringly painful. I took a deep breath and reached down to assess the damage.

My right nut was obviously bruised; several large, dark splotches covered it, painful even to my gentle touch. I sucked air in through my teeth as I forced myself to examine it thoroughly but delicately, making sure there were no ruptures but also making sure I wouldn’t expand one if I found it. Coach White’s lessons on how to assess testicular damage were paying off. Her voice drifted through my head, hours of lectures and physical demonstrations of both the fragility and resilliency of the male testicle coming back as I methodically assessed the damage, trying not to let my fear and pain cloud my judgement.

Finally, my inspection of my right nut was complete. It was painful, but I was assured that it was still fully intact. I closed my eyes, prayed to a God I didn’t fully believe in, and moved to the left nut.

If a testicle still hurt, it was still at least somewhat intact. This was a lesson Coach had pounded into our heads. So I knew my left nut wasn’t totally ruined as soon as I touched it and pain shot up through my stomach. I gingerly probed my nut, and found, among the extremely painful bruises, a soft spot on the bottom, like a mushy spot on an old peach. I shuddered tearfully. I knew that meant permanent damage.

I could go to a hospital, but they’d have so many questions. No way I could pass the bruises and abrasions on my genitals off as an accident; they’d ask me who did this, and why I let them. And what if Alyssa got in trouble? Or what if she lied to them, and called me a rapist? The council measure last year has resulted in almost every rape suspect losing their cock and balls, regardless of how the court found them. No, I couldn’t tell anyone about this. Plus, it was just so embarrassing. My left nut was definitely damaged, but it didn’t seem badly ruptured. I could most likely heal through it, albeit without the painkillers a hospital visit would provide.

I gritted my teeth and eased my balls gingerly into my loose boxers. The walk home would be long, and painful.

Alyssa didn’t come to tutoring for the next three weeks. My nut never really healed, not fully. Even after three weeks without any torture, my left ball had a permanent, disturbingly deep dimple near the bottom of my epididymis. The first time I masturbated, it felt like a sharp needle was skewering my left nut through the dimple, and I cried out so loud my mom rushed in, causing me to cover myself up quickly and ruin my orgasm.

After that, my masturbation schedule changed pretty drastically. Instead of the 3-4 daily wanks I usually took, I only rubbed one off when I was so horny that I was willing to endure the pain. The longer I stored up, the more my wound hurt, but I’d rather have one really bad pain per week than multiple lesser ones per day. The end of every session found me whimpering through the burning, stinging agony.

On the fourth week, Alyssa returned to our sessions. She walked in, and I could clearly see her nipples poking through her blouse. I instantly got hard. I felt a tendril of pain shoot through my left nut, and I managed to mostly hide my squeak of pain. Were erections starting to trigger my injury now too? I hope that didn’t mean there was spreading damage.

When I peeled my eyes off her boobs and met her eyes, I saw she was pissed. She kept her voice low, but I could hear her barely holding her anger in.

“Miller’s. Now.”

I didn’t bother trying to argue. I’d explain about my injury on the way there. I hoped my right nut could handle her wrath.

* * * * *

“Again! Why would he do it again!”

I was sitting on the floor and leaning back against the wall, my legs spread apart. I had no answer for her. On our walk over, she had reluctantly agreed to keep her attacks away from my damaged left testicle, but in exchange, I had to be gagged during the whole process. She wasn’t interested in talking through her problems or comforting words; she just needed a ball to bash to work her anger out against her boyfriend.

She had cruel, pointy-toed heels this week. They hurt unimaginably more than her sneakers, but the toe allowed her the precision she needed to avoid bashing my fragile nut. My eyes watered as her toe connected with its target again.

“He ONLY thinks with his balls. They’re his number one priority. He’s horny and I’m not? Guess he needs to find some random pussy to fuck.”

“Why are these…” She left her foot in my scrotum and dug its toe into my nut. I hoped I wouldn’t be leaving this with two dimpled, damaged nuts. “...So important to him?”

“Why can’t he be like you?” I wanted to protest. My nuts were quite important to me. But the gag kept me quiet. “You’re so eager to help me, so...nice.” My heart lept. Was she actually seeing how great of a guy I was?

“You’d give anything for me, right? You wouldn’t prioritize your sexual desires over my own?” Her voice was soft and husky. My eyes were wide. I couldn’t say no. I nodded slowly.

“You’d give up anything for me, right?”

I nodded again. I spread my legs open and squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating her next move.

“Thank you, Jon. I need this.”

She buried her foot in my….

My left nut. My damaged, dimpled, shooting-pain-when-I-use-it nut. She must have interpreted my attempts at comfort for permission to…

Pop

It wasn’t loud, but it sounded that way to me. Maybe the pain just amplified all my senses. Her toe perfectly hit the weak, puckered spot that she had left in our last session, and kept going. It was like someone sliding their finger down the inside of a banana; my nut split into chunks around the tip of her toe, and its mushy remains filled out my sac. My eyes rolled back into my head and I passed out.

* * * * *

I groggily came to in some kind of surgical room. I squinted up at the bright lights. I was lying back on a bed, my legs up in the air in some stirrups. I had a gown on, but my cock and scrotum were swinging freely, visible to anyone who walked in. I was in unimaginable testicular agony. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. I tried to move my hands to my nuts, just to see what had happened since I’d passed out, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel any restraints on my wrists, or anything binding me down. I just commanded my hands to move, and they ignored me. 

I heard muffled voices outside the door. “...So it turned out upper management had been embezzling for years. The company folded a couple months ago, and I got laid off from the punishment division. Anyway, the head urologist here retired at just the right time, and I was a perfect fit for the job.”

The door swung open, and two women wearing surgical scrubs walked in. One was in her late 20s and Asian. I couldn’t quite see her nametag before she turned away from me, but I caught “Dr. S”. The other was much younger, almost my age. I recognized her as Cathy, the girl genius who had graduated last year. I must’ve been at the University hospital.

“Normally, we don’t let freshmen interns in during this kind of extreme surgery, but I know from your record that won’t be squeamish about a partial orchiectomy.” Orchiectomy?! Removal of a testicle?! I hadn’t signed anything! I hadn’t consented to this! How could they…I wanted to scream, to stand up and stop them. Surely they could save my ball somehow? I didn’t want to lose half my manhood before I lost my virginity.

Cathy laughed. “Yeah, I’m quite familiar with testicular injuries, and the necessary surgery after. Don’t we need to get him to sign something first? Like, a consent form?”

They were chatting easily, like they were discussing the weather. “Oh, no, of course not! With an injury this bad, we don’t even need to brief the patient beforehand about the procedure. We really didn’t have any time to go through all the consent forms and paperwork and bureaucracy. We just need to do what we have to do, and explain to him that he’s lost one of his nuts after he wakes up.”

“Oh man, that’s going to be an awkward conversation.”

“Yeahhhh, he’s not gonna be too happy. Still, better than losing both of them, which is what’d happen if we waited any longer. Trust me, when men wake up missing both of their testicles...they can get REALLY mad.”

“And he’s completely anesthetized, right?”

“Correct! The anesthesia knocks him out and keeps him paralyzed.”

“What if he wakes up partway through? Wouldn’t he be able to hear feel everything, and still be unable to move?”

“Yeah, that would be absolutely terrible for him. But honestly, the paralysis is the more important piece. He can live through the pain, but if he moves, we could mess up and cut off more than we need to. And research shows that men have a difficult time forming new memories under its influence anyway. So if he wakes up, he’d feel pain for a little bit, then forget about it entirely, so it’s not like we need to worry about him suing us after or anything.”

“Oh, that’s good! Phew. Us interns don’t have the legal protections you do.” Cathy looked visibly relieved. She was obviously more concerned about her own career than my healing.

Dr. S picked up the scalpel and bent over my scrotum.

“So, let’s begin. I’ll do the actual surgery, and I’ll walk you through what I’m doing. Let’s start with a vertical incision on the heavily injured side.” Her scalpel slid through the left half of my scrotum. The icy, biting pain of her knife joined in the symphony of agony coming from my manhood. 

“And...Wow, this one’s pretty far gone.” I could feel chunks dribbling out of me. “Normally, we’d need to do some further incisions to separate this from the vas deferens. But this nut is just complete mush at this point. We just need to squeeeeeze it out.” She placed a stainless steel medical tray beneath my scrotum, and grabbed the base tightly. “Just like a tube of toothpaste. Start from the bottom and work all the way through it. We don’t want to leave anything in there; the dead testicle could get infected, and cause gangrene to take the rest of his genitals.” My nut dripped onto the tray.

Dr. S pinched her gloved fingers together to get the last bit of me out of my scrotum. Her hand got caught on something when she reached the bottom. “Oops, looks like this bit’s still attached. We’re going to need to remove it.” She smiled back at Cathy. “Do you want to do it?”

“Really?! Oh my god, I’d love to! I didn’t think first years were authorized for this kind of work.”

The doctor shrugged. “You need to get the experience eventually, right? And there’s not really any way for you to mess this up. The nut is going to be removed, and it’s totally fine to be a little bit clumsy. Everyone needs a chance to learn.”

I felt Cathy’s smaller, less sure hands on the remaining chunk of my testicle. The scalpel touched the shredded nutcord that held it to me and slid through. The last piece of my left testicle fell onto the tray with a hefty splat. Dr S gasped at its size.

“Whoa, that was bigger than I thought it was! Probably still functioning, even. He could have come out of here with both nuts! Too bad, we missed an opportunity to show you how to stitch a testicle back together.”

Cathy shrugged. “Doesn’t seem that important to me.”

Dr. S laughed. “Yeah, probably not. Now we just need to tie off his cords and suture the sack back. Can you handle that without my supervision? I have some high priority patients to see too.”

“Of course! I can handle myself.”

“OK, good luck with your first unsupervised operation!” The doctor left.

Cathy sat on a stool between my legs. “So...I talked to your girlfriend before you came in.”

If I could have moved, I would have gasped in shock. “I’ve seen your eyes tracking our movements, Jon. I know you’ve felt all of this.” She smiled up at me sweetly. She had long brown hair and dark, gorgeous eyes framed by square glasses. “I would have alerted Dr. S, but…

“I was in the waiting room with your girlfriend while you were passed out. It was all she could talk about while you were in the waiting room, and I put the pieces together. She was talking about how her boyfriend had cheated on her recently. Then she just happens to bring in a boy with a wounded testicle? You’re her asshole boyfriend, and she took a nut to try to teach you a lesson. Frankly…” Her smile disappeared. “I think that’s not quite enough. A lot of women underestimate how little losing just one nut affects your sex life. So I’m going to do something a little more...impactful.”

She picked up some medical scissors and made a quick incision in something inside of my sack, near the base of my penis. More pain flooded me, and I nearly blacked out. “That little snip is going to make you a lot more...sensitive. Good luck cheating on her with a hair-trigger dick now, one-nut.”

She continued the rest of my surgery quickly enough. She tied off the tubes that used to connect to my left testicle, then sewed my scrotum up and wiped me down of blood. After she washed up, she walked over to me and gave me one last injection. “Just to knock you out, one last time. Really make sure that these memories don’t stick around.” My world went black.

Chapter 3: Exclusive

I awoke in a hospital bed, head pounding, but my scrotum was finally painless. I hadn’t realized it, but I’d had a constant low-level agony running through my left nut for weeks. My body must have been accustomed to it without me even noticing. But suddenly, it was gone! Whatever the doctors had done, my left testicle felt completely painless, with just a little soreness near the top of my nutcords. My right testicle, on the other hand, still felt badly bruised. I hoped they wouldn’t have to remove it. The thought of losing one of my testicles caused my stomach to drop. I couldn’t imagine living with a half-full sack.

I tried to piece together the events that brought me here. Last I remembered, Alyssa was dragging me into Mr. Miller’s room because Brad had cheated on her again. Now...I was in...was this university hospital? I blinked slowly. I was in a hospital gown, and my crotch was sore. My legs were up in stirrups, and I was facing the door. Anyone who walked in would get a full view of my genitals. But why was I in stirrups? Why was I in the hospital?

I gingerly slipped my hand down to my crotch. I winced when I barely brushed my sac; my left nut may not hurt anymore, but the outside of my scrotum was…

Something scratchy brushed me. Stitches? The left side of my scrotum was stitched, and…

My sac was noticeably lighter. They had taken my left nut entirely. I couldn’t remember anything. I hadn’t been told, there weren’t other options discussed, they just...put me under and snipped it off. Of course, I knew it was popped the second it happened, but I’d hoped something could be saved. Tears filled my eyes. I only had one nut left. And was it still intact? My right testicle was pulsing with pain. Was it popped too? No, it couldn’t be. I smiled bitterly as I realized they would have cut it out too if it was irreparably damaged.

“Your boyfriend is right in here.” The door opened, and Alyssa and an Asian doctor walked in. Alyssa gasped at the view I unwillingly presented her. My stitched sac, with its one bruised ball in it, must have been quite the sight. “Oh, sir, please! Don’t touch your stitches!” The doctor sprinted forward and batted my hands away from my groin, brushing my still-bruised testicle. I gasped at the jolt of pain. “Your injury is still quite fresh. We don’t want you tearing anything down there!”

She walked over to my side and sat down next to me. “As I’m sure you’ve already discovered, we had to remove your left testicle. Your injuries were quite extensive, and there’s nothing we could do to save it. It was completely liquified by the time we began operation.” She smirked a little like she had just made a joke I didn’t get. “Don’t worry, it shouldn’t change your life that much. You can still have sex, have children, masturbate...All that good stuff! You just might want to wear a cup. Wouldn’t want to lose that last one, after all!”

Her smile faded. “Seriously though, it’s incredibly common for one-nuts to have accidents that take their last ball. You need to be REALLY careful. And no more begging her for ballbusting play!” She pointed to Alyssa. “She told me about how you insisted she keep putting more pressure on, giving harder kicks, harder stomps, and longer squeezes. I know fetishes make it hard to pay attention to the signals your body is sending you, but you need a safeword if you’re going to make her do that kind of stuff to you!”

I tried to protest that I had done nothing of the sort, but the doctor stood up suddenly and bumped my bed. I gasped again as my only nut jostled painfully against my stitches. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone for now. I’m sure you have a lot to discuss.” She walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Alyssa took her place beside me. I couldn’t believe what she had done to me. She popped my ball, and then lied to the hospital so it sounded like I had asked her to?! I tried to hold onto my anger, but when I looked up at the woman who was responsible for my testicular reduction, my stupid fucking hormones kicked in once again. All I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her, how much I wanted her to like me enough to be my girlfriend.

But she didn’t, and she wasn’t my girlfriend. She used me. How would she use me next? Would she need to take out her anger on the remaining half of my manhood? Would I end up in here again, the unsympathetic Asian doctor informing me that she’d removed my other testicle? If I wanted to keep my manhood intact, I had to stand up to her. No matter what my now fully erect penis wanted to do. I needed to cut ties if…

“I’m sorry, Jon.” Her dulcet voice drifted over me. “I’m sorry I popped your nut. I know it must...it must have hurt so badly.” I looked up at her, and she was smiling sweetly down at me. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through. Literally, I mean...I don’t have nuts, so I can’t imagine it.” 

“I know you’ve given me a lot, and I realized...I realized you’ve treated me better than Brad ever has.” She stood up and got between my legs. She smiled up at me, her arms together in front of her, pushing her boobs up. God, she was sexy. Her left hand drifted toward my crotch.

“I want to make it up to you. I want you to have what you deserve for losing your testicle.” Her hand wrapped around my rock-hard cock. “Jon, will you be my boyfriend?”

I wanted to say no, so badly. I didn’t think this was really her. She’d go back to being the cruel, abusive bitch I’d seen her to be once we left the hospital. I needed to say no, I couldn’t…

Spurt

The first spurt of semen took us both by surprise. The white stringy shot arced up and landed on my belly. I twitched as I felt my orgasm roar through me. My vision went white, and I moaned loudly. It felt incredible. Masturbating had never felt as good as the single touch she had given me. Another spurt. Alyssa had removed her hand, so I had no stimulation for my first non-self-induced orgasm. I wanted her hand back on. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

Spurt spurt SPLUT

More creamy ejaculate forced itself out of me, puddling on my belly. I couldn’t believe it. She had just barely touched me, and I’d shot everywhere. I’d never been this sensitive before, never been this much of a quick shot. What was happening? Was this what it was like to be touched by a woman? Years of masturbating hadn’t prepared me for the intense pleasure a single touch had brought. 

“Oh my god!”

Spurt splurt splsh

My orgasm gradually died down. Besides the first touch, I hadn’t gotten an iota of stimulation. She had completely ruined my first handjob. I wanted to cry, in humiliation and frustration. I also wanted to remember that first touch forever, that incredible mind-rending pleasure she’d brought to me with just a soft grab of my dick.

I looked down at her finally and caught my breath. I realized I’d been moaning loudly throughout my whole ruined orgasm.

“So, uh...you’re a bit of a quick shot, huh?”

I leaned back, avoiding her gaze.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed. It’s...flattering!” She said, barely suppressing her giggles.

“And I think you just need some practice. And if you’re my boyfriend, we’ll get you PLENTY of that! So, whaddya say?”

I looked down at her. I needed to say no. I needed to get away from her.

I needed her touch on my cock even more.

“Y...yes, Alyssa.”

She grinned at me, and grabbed my painfully sensitive, cum soaked member.

A final spurt forced itself out of me.

* * * * *

My testicular bruising eventually went away, but my curious sensitivity did not. As soon as we started dating, Alyssa wasted no time figuring out just how sensitive my cock was. I couldn’t last longer than 5 strokes, and that was after having been milked twice in a row. Once, when she’d made me wait a week between “practice”, she managed to make me cum while I was answering a question on the whiteboard in math class, just by spreading her legs so I could see her pantyless pussy. She laughed openly at me as I bent over squealing, hands flying to my crotch as cum spilled through my jeans. I rushed out of class, pretending I was sick, but I’m pretty sure everyone in class knew what had happened.

My stamina problems didn’t stop Alyssa from getting her sexual satisfaction from me. She forced me to eat her out constantly, sometimes for hours. Once, I complained that I needed a break after my third hour and her sixth orgasm. I didn’t specifically say that I was incredibly horny and needed relief, but my naked cock and ball made it obvious. She reached between my legs and matter-of-factly rubbed my precum-dribbling cock as fast as she could. I spurted near-instantly, but she cruelly took her hand off right as I came. She waited for the cum to stop dribbling out before resuming her locomotive motion, her hand gliding slickly over my cockhead two or three times until my ball pumped another, feebler load. She ruined me again and continued this process until I was begging her to stop. 

My penis was painfully sensitive, and the inside of my urethra burned with each truncated, ruined orgasm. I lost count after the fifth. My lone testicle felt like it had been pressed for oil. I didn’t ask her for sexual favors again. I accepted the orgasms she doled out to me, as infrequently or humiliatingly as she liked.

On Thursday, I was at my locker, putting away some books, when an old familiar voice sent a chill down my spine.

“Hi Jon.”

I closed my locker door to see the source of the voice. Monique, the African-American girl who had tormented me since seventh grade, was standing there.

“What...what do you want Monique?”

I hated the way my voice cracked as I said her name. She raised an eyebrow and looked at my crotch. I instinctively brought my hands between my legs. Sure, of course, I had been kicked in the balls by girls before in middle school, but Monique was the first girl to really introduce me to real testicular pain.

She liked to follow me out after school, on days that she knew I would be getting picked up late by my Mom, corner me, and used her hands to investigate the structural integrity of my testicles. She would squeeze and twist my testicles as hard as she could, laughing as I contorted myself to minimize the distance between my crotch and her hands. When she was feeling especially cruel, she would focus on just one of my testicles and whisper to me about how close she thought it was to popping. She was incredibly cruel: “Almost there, Jon. Your testicle is just about to give way. I’m going to make you into a one nut! Or maybe I’ll just pop both, and you’ll have to get them cut off entirely.”

And it wasn’t enough that she sexually dominated me. She also destroyed me in in-class assignments and tests. It was humiliating to be 10 points below her in every midterm, while after school I knew she would be trying her best to do permanent damage to my sperm count. This rivalry meant that counselors wouldn’t believe my stories; I could hear Mrs White’s voice now: “Monique is a nice girl. Don’t make up stories about her playing with your balls! She would never do something like that. It’s okay to be second in class sometimes, Jon.” 

I was lost in thought. Monique brought me back to reality. Her hands were on my shoulders using me against my locker. And then her knee slammed up into my crotch. Because Alyssa had stopped busting me, I was completely unprepared for the nut pain that shot through me. I let out a mewl, and her knee snapped up again. It felt like she was trying to drive my nut up into my throat. Before I could fall on the floor, her hands were inside my boxers, taking ahold of my ball.

“You were hilarious in calc the other day.” I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain of the present and the humiliation of the past. “I mean, I know Alyssa made them cut one of your balls off. Is that what made you such a quick shot? Losing a nut puts your remaining sex drive on high alert?” She had snaked her hand into my pants and was squeezing my half-filled scrotum roughly. “Do you cum just from a girl playing with your balls, as well?”

“Please...please let go.” I squeaked.

“Worried I’m going to pop the last one, Jon?” She tweaked my scrotum as she finished her question, and I mewled pathetically.

“I...Please, why are you....yes.” I exhaled. She was squeezing hard. I needed to be practical, not proud.

She grinned wolfishly. “Good. You should be! That’s a very likely possibility if Alyssa exaggerated your talents. Lay down, please.”

I followed her command, neither understanding nor asking for clarification. She never let my testicle leave her grasp. She bent over and maneuvered over me as I lay down slowly. I tried futilely to avoid putting undue pressure on my remaining nutcord. She squatted over me, and I realized I could see her beautiful, bare, ebony pussy. My cock got predictably hard. I gasped as she came lower and lower until she was sitting on my face entirely. Her pussy and clit covered my mouth and nose, and her skirt hid the rest of the outside world from me. I inhaled her scent, musky and womanly and incredibly arousing. Whatever was going on, this wasn’t so ba...

crunch

Her thumb plunged into my solitary gonad. “Why aren’t you licking me yet?! Do you WANT to be a eunuch?” She ground my nut between two of her fingers. “I swear I’ll pop it if you don’t make me cum. I’m pissed Alyssa got to do it before I did, but better late than never, right?” I had several objections, but my lizard brain directed my tongue to get to work on her beautiful, delicious pussy. It was the only way I could secure a future for my offspring.

I tried my best to satisfy her. As she moved closer and closer to completion, one of her hands moved to my rock-hard cock and her other moved to the back of my remaining testicle.

“You deserve a little reward for your *mmf* services, Jon. I want to make sure you don’t cum TOO fast, of course!” She squeezed my testicle firmly, and her hand flew up and down my cock. I began bucking hard from the resulting orgasm, but to my surprise and dismay, nothing came out of my cock. Even the usual dribble of precum had been stopped. I could feel my orgasm caught painfully behind her cruel fingers. By pinching my nut this particular way, she was preventing me from actually getting relief. I tearfully continued to eat her out, as she induced another ghost orgasm in me.

At the same time, she increased pressure on my rapidly-swelling testicle. I was covered in sweat and barely conscious through the pain when she let out a moan. Not the soft, muffled moans Alyssa gave me when she came, but a vocal, lung-shattering scream that I thought was reserved for porn. She bucked on my face wildly, pulling and squeezing my poor purple testicle. Female ejaculate sheeted down my eyes and mouth.

“What the fuck?!”

Alyssa shrieked from down the hallway. Monique continued to ride my face unapologetically, grinding her clit against my tongue and eking out the ends of her obviously incredible orgasm. She stood up quickly, yanking me upright by the ball. She kept her fingers pinched on the ends of my nut cord.

Alyssa strode up to us, obviously pissed. I suddenly realized what this must look like to her. She must think I was cheating on her And after her last boyfriend...I  would never betray her like that! But did she know that? I tried to stammer out an explanation

“I swear, I didn’t...She just sat on my face…I would never cheat on you, honey.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I don’t care that she rode your face. I told her she could use your tongue if she wanted. Monique has dated a string of selfish assholes, and sometimes a girl just needs to be eaten out.” She talked about me like I was some object to be passed around. My heart sank as I wished she’d see me as more. At the same time, I was elated she liked my pussy-licking skills enough to loan me out.

“But what the fuck…” She added her grip to Monique’s. “Are you doing letting her ballbust you? You haven’t let me hit you there for weeks.”

I gasped. Monique coughed awkwardly. “Seems like you two can, uh...work this out among yourselves.” She extricated her hand awkwardly from my pants. As soon as she let go, I shrieked in agony and exploded. Countless orgasms spewed out of me at once. My hands flew into my jeans as I desperately tried to stimulate my oversensitive cock, trying to get the merest amount of friction so my orgasm felt almost satisfying. Alyssa kept her grip on my testicle, her face twisting into a grimace of disgust as I rubbed myself while keening pathetically at my pain.

Finally, I was finished. I felt dehydrated, and everything between my knees and my belly button ached. It felt like someone had vacuumed the inside of my testicle out from my cock.

“What...the fuck...was that?”

She released my nut and wiped the semen that I had oozed onto her on the front of my shirt. I gasped and collapsed, thankful that my nut was finally unmolested but still in agonizing pain. As I lay there, barely conscious, I overheard Monique talking to Alyssa. “...you have to understand that you gotta pinch the nut almost as hard as you possibly can. Semen is really tiny, and he pushes it out hard! It’s why holding it in hurts him so much.”

“Oooh, thanks! He’s such a quickshot, that’s really useful to know. I’ll try that every time we fool around from now on.”

I wondered if I would ever get a normal orgasm again.

Chapter 4: Dating Around

“You don’t have to hide it from me, you know.”

“Nnnnnghhh.” I panted in pain, trying not to move too much. Alyssa tightened her grip on my nut. She had invited me over for a “serious discussion” after the incident with Monique. 

“It’s ok. I’ve dated guys with weird fetishes before. The first time you asked me to bust you, I could see how much it turned you on.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and contorted in pain. Her thumb was deforming my remaining nut. Apparently, Alyssa had thought that I’d had a “ballbusting” fetish, and was just trying to indulge my “sub” side.

“I know how much pressure these can take now. I can control myself a little better. I swear I won’t break this last one.”

“Stop, god, Alyssa...Let go of my nut, please!”

She gave one final squeeze, eliciting a sputtered squeak out of me, and let my last nut go. I involuntarily curled up, as if hiding the source of my pain would alleviate it at all.

“So.”

I took a deep breath. I could tell from her tone that we had more “serious discussion” to go.

“Do you know why I broke up with Brad?”

“He...he cheated on you.”

“Right. And while he was cheating on me, he didn’t have enough spunk left to fuck me good. He’d always be too tired to mess around. Do you know how frustrating that is, to have a boyfriend that won’t do the one job you need a man to do?“ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She idly flicked my ball, forcing another squeak as she continued on.

“But guess what? He texted me earlier today, saying that he’s gotten enough practice in. His stamina is way up. He’s been fucking a few girls as often as he can, and one’s going to be moving away, so I could easily take her place and get the satisfaction I need.”

I gasped through my pained chokes. She...she wasn’t even mad about the cheating? She was just angry that he couldn’t fuck her anymore…

But I can’t even fuck her now.

“Of course, I would’ve said no, but after I saw you and Monique...I get it! Our relationship isn’t well defined yet. We can be open, date around, fuck whoever we want, right? After all, I’d prefer someone else had to deal with your premature cock.”

I finally raised my eyes to hers. As far as I could tell, she was completely serious. We’d never talked openly about how I came too soon to satisfy her, although her post-coital moods had told me everything. But hearing her complain out loud about my most embarrassing shortcoming was humiliating. She smiled wide as she watched me try to parse what was happening.

“Alyssa...Please, I don’t want…I don’t want to share you.”

“Oh, are you jealous now?!” Her grin turned to a frown. “Now you want to put labels on what we are?! After all I’ve done for you??”

She stood up and positioned the tip of her toe over my nut. “How many girls would indulge the sick shit you fantasize about? Who else would pop your nut for you?”

“I...I didn’t want any of that…”

“Of course you did, Jon.” She pressed her toe forward, and I scrambled to keep my body close to the tip of her toe as she dragged my testicle further away from me. I felt her rolling it under her foot, twisting it around so her toe pressed into a variety of different spots on my manhood.

“So, you don’t want me to go back to fucking Brad?”

I shook my head miserably, and she rolled my testicle slowly as she thought about my answer. I tried my best to stay silent through the agonizing pain coursing through my groin.

“Well, Monique gave me some advice earlier. Something to make you able to give me the satisfaction that I really, really need.” She smiled sweetly down and even reduced the pressure on my nut a fraction. “For such a pathetic nerd, you sure are equipped really well down there! Even with your missing nut.”

I groaned in what I hoped sounded like approval, even as I remembered the pain Monique had inflicted on me with her cruel little “trick”. I wondered how long Alyssa would need to ride my cock before she cums, and if it would be longer or shorter than the length that my testicle and vas deferens could hold out through her pinching.

“Alyssa, please…”

“That sounded like a Yes to me!”

I looked up at her, and was stunned to see her peeling her dress and panties off. I was lying on my back now, curled up around my painful, bruised, half-filled scrotum.

“So, she said I had to pinch right...here, I think?” She was squatting over my cock, ready to plunge me deep into her. I was rock-hard, of course. Right as her fingers dug into the back of my testicle, I bucked, and my testicle contracted as my first incredibly premature orgasm tried to push itself out. But Alyssa got the pressure correct quickly enough, and I felt my ball turn blue and sensitive as my denied orgasm was forced back into the densely-packed innards of my nut.

“Wow, that really does work! I think you already would have cum if I wasn’t pinching.” She gently lowered herself down, and

Shlick

Just like that, I slid inside her pussy for the first time. It felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. Soft and warm and wet and perfect. I contracted again, and I felt her redouble the pressure as my testicle failed to push another load out. “Jesus, you must REALLY like this! Well, hope you can last a bit longer! MMMfff!” She slid down my shaft, and I gasped with her as my entire cock slid inside. She was pulling my testicle quite far away from me now, so she could fit both thumbs on my testicle and really press down on the fragile connective area in the back.

“Mmmf! This might not take long at all, Jon.” She was bouncing up and down. I watched the ass of the woman I’ve had a crush on for years as she lifted herself off and dropped herself back down on my cock over and over. Load after load was squashed as my testicle went into overdrive, trying to push out every last drop of sperm before it was totally crushed.

“Almost there. Just...Let me adjust…”

She leaned forward and slammed her ass back down.

But something went wrong. My rock-hard cock wasn’t aligned with her pussy quite right, and -

crack

She wasn’t fat, but she was too heavy for my lone cock to support. She crashed down on me, and something inside my penis broke. The agony was like nothing I’d ever felt before, not even when my nut popped. I tried to scream, but the pain was too much. I couldn’t breathe, let alone make a noise.

But Alyssa didn’t notice.

She was even hornier than I was.

Crack

Crack

She slammed down into me repeatedly, widening the existing bruise and creating several new ones along my shaft. I felt her pelvic bone smash the still-tumescent head of my cock down, bending my manhood at angles that my erection should not have allowed. She was grinding me against as much of her pussy as she could, with no regard for what she was doing to me.

“Oh god, Jon!”

SLAM

Crack-crunch

She let go of my ball as she came violently on my bruised, broken penis. My vision went white as countless orgasms shook me at once, and I felt an awful, sickening pain as I started to shoot my load. What felt like gallons of cum spewed out, and as she got off me and turned around to watch my orgasm she realized what had happened to me.

“Jon?... What the hell happened to your dick?...”

We both looked down in horror. My once-proud, thick, circumcised penis was an almost unrecognizable purple blob. Something was massively wrong. Alyssa called the ambulance as I passed out from the pain.

* * * * *

“Oooh, this one again.”

A familiar voice. I tried to pinpoint its source.

“Wow, that’s not the way I thought he was going to turn out!”

Another one. Two women. I...I couldn’t move. This felt so familiar.

“Me neither, Cathy. I definitely expected to be removing his last testicle the next time I saw this set of cock and ball. That seems like the most common order men lose their bits around here.”

“Dr. S, I’ve never done any kind of penectomy work before. I’m afraid I might be unqualified to help here.”

“Unqualified?” Dr. S looked at Cathy amusedly. “Cathy, every doctor needs to do their first penectomy sometime. And this one’s really not so bad. You should be able to let him keep...three, maybe four inches erect?”

Cathy gasped. “Really? It looks like...It looks like a hamburger. I just assumed we’d be removing from the base.”

“No, no. Take a look at this.” Dr. S led Cathy between my legs. “See this tissue right here?” She pinched the head of my cock, and pain shrieked through me. I couldn’t move, but I teared up just a bit at her touch. “See how disconnected and mushy it is? It’s completely dead. Whereas down here, nearer the base…” She moved her hand closer to my pelvis and circled her thumb and forefinger around the swollen base of my cock. This hurt, but more like a deep bruise than the raw, bloody feeling around my tip. “It’s a little more firm, still alive. This continues up until about…” She moved her hand just a few inches up my deformed cock, and I felt her touch go from deep pain to pure agony. “Here! That’s where I’d recommend amputation.”

She handed a tray to Cathy, with a plastic tube, a small bottle of lubricant, and a scalpel. “Ease the catheter in first; It will help keep him relatively stiff while you remove the broken parts.”

She lubed up the catheter and slid it slowly down my urethra. Even with the lubrication, my penis was extremely sensitive, and I could feel it rubbing against raw skin on the inside of my cock.

Cathy put her scalpel near the area Dr. S had pointed to, although perhaps an inch or two closer to the base than she’d been instructed. I waited for the doctor to point out her mistake, but she just watched silently, smiling.

Cathy pushed the scalpel into my cock. Pain shot up from the incision. I felt her hands shaking the scalpel inside of me. I couldn’t believe I was being used for practice by this woman.

“Oh, fuck!”

Her hand slipped, and the scalpel slid through what would have been my last few inches of cock. She had sliced diagonally through me, twisting as she went. Cockflesh parted beneath her blade as she mangled the tiny bit of manhood I was promised to keep.

“Oh, god! What did I do?!” Cathy teared up. “I...I can’t believe I messed up so badly.” She tried to extricate her scalpel from the middle of my cock, causing more damage as she pulled it out. If I wasn’t paralyzed, I would’ve screamed at the top of my lungs.

Dr S. put her hands on Cathy’s shoulders. “That’s ok, dear. His girlfriend signed the waiver for him to be treated by undergraduate interns. It saved him quite a bit of money, and he won’t even know that his cock could have been saved. We gave no promises when they came in.”

Cathy sighed. “There’s really no way we can stitch him up?”

“No, you’ve ruined him quite badly now. It’s ok. Honestly, full penectomies are so much more common than partials, so this is probably better practice for you.”

“All right then.” Cathy pressed her scalpel against the base of my cock, and slid it through, clean and confident this time.

Plop

“Great work, Cathy!”

I faded from consciousness.

Chapter 5: Open Relationship

I slowly came to in a familiar hospital room. Dr. S and her assistant stood over me, smiling.

“Great news! The surgery went off without a hitch. We’ve removed your damaged penis at the base.”

My stomach dropped.

“Your remaining testicle is still intact, although it’s rather bruised. I’d advise abstaining from ejaculation for the next few weeks, give it some time to heal.” Dr. S grinned. “Although that shouldn’t be too difficult, with your penis removed! Frankly, it’s unlikely you’re ever going to cum again. Although you are technically still a man, since you have that one last nut hanging around, most guys find it hard to cum without a cock.”

She removed the bandages covering my crotch, and I saw her handiwork for the first time. My thick, sensitive cock had been completely amputated, and only the tiniest nub indicated that I had ever had one between my legs. Below, my single ball hung pendulously, the only remnant of a once-impressive manhood.

I was silent, doing my best to hold back tears. I had finally lost my virginity, and...I got my dick cut off. I leaned back and exhaled hard, closing my eyes and trying not to think about what I’ve lost. The incredible sensation of Alyssa around my hard, thick cock, her bouncing up and down as she used me for her pleasure, that excruciating pain when I heard the first *crack*...

“Well, you’re free to go! We’ll have your girlfriend come by with your wheelchair.”

The two women left me alone. I tried to keep the tears down. I already missed the familiar weight of my cock and full scrotum hanging between my legs. I barely felt like a man anymore.

Sometime later, Alyssa came in, wheeling my chair in for me. I was still leaning back on the stirrups, so she immediately got an eyeful of the results of my surgery. I could tell she was trying to hide her giggles for my sake. 

“Oooh, I thought...Hm, I thought they’d be able to save some part of it, at least.” She looked up at me apologetically, biting her lip as she smirked. “They...they really snipped it down at the base, huh? Can you feel anything down there anymore?”

I tried to concentrate on my sexual pleasure, trying to remember what it felt like to be inside her pussy with my full cock. But already the memory was fading away. Nothing I did could make me feel the way I felt when I was a complete man.

I shook my head sadly and climbed into the wheelchair. Alyssa wheeled me out of the hospital and into her car.

* * * * *

The relationship between Alyssa and I changed drastically after my penectomy. She immediately followed through with her threat of fucking Brad. She explained it calmly to me: “I need dick from somewhere, Jon. I know you didn’t mean to lose your cock, I know it was all just an accident. I don’t blame you, but...I do have needs.”

How could I say no? If I rejected her, who would ever date me? She was so kind, allowing me to continue seeing her even after I was missing the most important piece of my anatomy.

I learned to plan my evenings around her, and if she needed me to head out so Brad could come over and fuck her after I’d made her dinner and ate her out, I’d do what she asked. I got used to losing the last bit of autonomy in our relationship that I had.

Eventually, she started making me stick around while Brad was over. She’d be sitting at dinner with the two of us, and she’d make up some excuse to get me out of the room for a bit, maybe ask me to go to the store for something. When I came back she’d be bent over in front of her ex-boyfriend, his thick cock sliding into her. My own stub would almost twitch at the sight and sometimes drool a stream of precum, but never more than that. Since I lost my penis, my incredible oversensitivity seemed to go as well. Now I couldn’t cum no matter how hard I tried.

Over the next few months, my ball grew bluer and bluer, as I went longer and longer without cumming. I’d try rubbing my mound desperately, fingering my nub like a clit while I was allowed to watch Alyssa and Brad. But nothing was enough stimulation, and I’d always end up frustrated and crying as I watched Brad plaster my girlfriend with his huge load.

Alyssa still paid me some individual attention. Brad refused to eat pussy, and sometimes she needed that intense clitoral stimulation, so she’d go to me for that. At first, she’d do her best to be thoughtful, and only force me to eat her out when she hadn’t fucked Brad yet. Eventually, she seemed to stop caring as much, and if I complained about the taste of his cum in her pussy, she pushed me further in and ignored my whines.

She’d also still squeeze my last ball when she got the chance to. She said she’d read accounts online where women could squeeze the cum right out of their boyfriend’s balls, although it took hours. “I know this is your biggest fetish, Jon. It’s got to work for you, right?” I knew better than to protest at this point, although I suspected it was just an excuse for her to hurt me. I’d endure every cruel squeeze as quietly as I could, knowing that she got annoyed when I broke her concentration with my complaints. At least the pain distracted me from the taste of cum in my mouth.

After our 10th session of constant testicular torture failed to produce even a drop of my pent-up cum, Alyssa took a different tack. “I have an idea that can help you cum, Jon.” Her eyes were gleaming mischievously, and I knew better than to assume that whatever her scheme was would be painless or dignified for me. But what choice did I have? I needed relief more than I needed oxygen.

So when I got her text after school telling me to meet her in front of the mall, I followed instructions without questioning. She arrived a few minutes after me and led me inside to a sex toy shop in the back.

“Oh my god, hi Jon!” A familiar voice called out to me, and I gasped as Monique came up to us from behind the counter. “Wow, I never thought I’d see you outside of school. Alyssa, are you finally taking me up on my suggestion?”

Alyssa grinned. “Hell yeah! Frankly, he deserves it. He’s been SOOO obedient ever since he had his dick cut off. Eats me out anytime I need it, and he does anything I want as soon as I want it.”

I lowered my eyes to the ground in shame. Alyssa had told me she’d kept my condition a secret, but it was obvious this was something they had been discussing for a while. I wondered who else knew that I was cockless.

“Well, come on over to the back room. I figure you’ll want to try several of them out and see which ones are most compatible with him. Might want to get a couple sizes up as well. After a few months, they often start begging for bigger strap-ons.”

What?!

Alyssa looked over at me casually. “Yeah, apparently prostate stimulation works on over 50% of men, and almost all ‘submissives’. It’s a way we can finally make you squirt! I know it’s probably not your preferred method, but, well…” She smiled softly. “We need to be realistic now, don’t we?”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t speak. After all she’d done to me, all the pain and humiliation she’d put me through...my reward was just getting fucked in the ass by a fake dick?

I followed her silently before I could talk myself out of it. I needed this so badly. If there was even a chance I could shoot my load, this would be worth it.

Alyssa followed me inside the room and closed the door behind her. The walls were padded thickly, and a variety of strapons and vibrators were hung up on the walls. In the center of the room was a padded table with two stirrups at the bottom. It was eerily similar to the kind of hospital bed I’d woken up to twice now. I shuddered involuntarily.

“Come on, assume the position!” She giggled as she pointed to a diagram on the wall that showed a man lying down, with his ankles up. “Oh, and take your pants off, obviously. You might want to take your shirt off too; if all goes well, it might end up covered in your cum! After all, it’s been like, three months right? You must have a HUGE load saved up.”

It had been six months. I lay down on the exam table and slid my pants and boxers off. I lifted my ankles up into the stirrups and looked down at my crotch for the first time in a long time. I’d been avoiding looking at the remains of my manhood, as if not seeing it would make my cock grow back. The tiny nub that had been my cock was completely hidden beneath pubic hair. My single swollen ball was huge and felt taut, like an overfilled water balloon. I tried to remember what it had felt like to cum, to just shoot spurt after spurt of creamy cum out of my long, fat cock.

I leaned my head back and sighed. I couldn’t focus on that sort of thing anymore. My therapist had been over this with me; it wasn’t coming back. My cock and ball were gone for good. I might get some relief today, but it was unlikely to feel as good as it did when I had everything intact between my legs.

I’d read online about experiences from cockless guys who were still able to cum. They described it as many times less pleasurable than real orgasms. Their cum would spray in every direction, instead of being confined to the “spurts” that normal cumming was like. It was messy, and humiliating, and didn’t feel anywhere near as good as it would if I still had my cock attached to me.

But it would be relief.

“Oh, this one looks JUST like your old cock!” Alyssa picked a translucent pink dildo off the wall. At 7 inches long, with its tapered circumcised head, I have to admit it looked eerily similar to the manhood I used to have. She fumbled with the harness, tightening the straps until they were snug, then clicked the dildo into place. “Oooh, it’s got a nice weight to it! Monique said this material was the exact density of a real penis, so I actually kind of know what you feel like when your cock is rock hard.” She frowned as she saw me tear up. “Well, not YOUR cock, specifically, because...well, you know, real men’s cocks! Not that you’re not a real man, just...I guess, I mean OTHER real men’s cocks!” Her face relaxed, and she smiled. “Like what you used to have!”

I’d gotten used to this kind of “accident”, where she so-subtly reminded me that I was missing most of my manhood. I used to think she was uncouth, or awkward, but I can tell now that Alyssa likes “accidentally” reminding me of my injuries. Maybe she was just a cruel bitch. Maybe she thought it was funny. Maybe it turned her on. I hoped desperately that it was the last one. At least I could provide some sexual pleasure for this woman who had been so kind to me.

She squirted some lube from a nearby dispenser into her hand, and applied it generously to the strapon. She stood between my legs and just touched my butthole with her silicone cock. She was looking down right at my penectomy scar.

“You ready, cutie?”

I knew I wasn’t. I nodded.

THRUST

My vision blurred as my eyes rolled back into my head, and I let out a girlish, prepubescent squawk. She hit something inside of me that had never been touched. It was the first sexual pleasure I’d had in half a year, and it felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. her. She looked down blankly, before bursting into laughter.

“WOW! You sound like a girl losing her virginity!” She leaned over me giggling, and she popped her breasts out of her loose blouse. “Figure you need something to look at, so you can still pretend you’re having sex with a woman, instead of getting fucked in the ass.”

I almost responded, but she leaned over me a little farther, pushing her rubber dildo farther inside of me. I squeaked, and she smiled.

“And that was just the first one!”

She pulled back and then pistoned forward, pushing deeper into me. I knew what to expect this time, but I still couldn’t control myself when I let out another squeak. She began to develop a rhythm, thrusting and pulling out over and over again. It was humiliating, painful, debasing...but every poke into my prostate drove another squeal out of me, and I unconsciously began to push back against her in an attempt to get more stimulation. My fat, swollen ball jiggled around my loose scrotum with each insertion, and if I still had a penis attached to me, it would have been rock hard. I tried not to think too much about how good that would feel.

I could feel blood flowing into my stump, trying to erect an organ that no longer existed. I looked down at the place where my cock used to be, and to my surprise, a steady stream of precum was dribbling out, pooling in the indentation that used to be my dick and spilling out down my taint. I hadn’t felt this close to cumming since my penectomy.

Suddenly, she pressed in with just a bit more pressure and-

“Hnnnnngh!” I bucked and moaned ridiculously as my stub twitched, then released a load that had been pent up inside me for half a year. My orgasm came suddenly, shocking both of us. I guess I should have known I was still a quick shot, even though I didn’t have a penis anymore. I squeezed myself into a fetal position involuntarily as I finally started to cum. Load after load covered my belly, chest, and my ball. I tried to uncurl myself, but Alyssa leaned into me again, and another jolt of pleasure raced through me. A huge spurt launched itself from my former manhood, plastering my face.

“Wow!”

I looked up at her, my cum dribbling from my chin. She had this look of pity, amusement, and…

I swore I could see something behind her casual derision for me. Wonder, or awe, or...Actual arousal? Was she enjoying watching me cum?

The thought of that alone forced a final dribble from my nub. Alyssa leaned out of me, and I involuntarily followed her, not realizing I still wanted that feeling inside of me. She giggled and pushed me back gently.

“Wow! You...you look like you really needed that.” She put the dildo in a basket for used ones, and I stood up shakily. Despite my monstrous orgasm, I still felt frustrated. I should have known from the stories I had read. Cumming relieved some physical pressure, but I needed real stimulation. Something I literally could never get again.

The door opened suddenly and Monique entered. I instinctively clapped my hands to my crotch. She glanced up at my movement, and a small smile formed on her face.

“Sweety, we both know there’s no point covering that up, for...so many reasons. I mean, I’ve seen it when you had a cock, you’re covered in cum anyway…” She pointed up to the security camera in the corner of the room. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. “And I’ve been watching you two the whole time.”

I dropped my hands to my side and lowered my head. “So, will you be buying that model?”. 

Alyssa gestured at the cum plastering my body. “Oh, of course! Look at how much he came!”

Monique eyed me approvingly. “Yeah, that sure looks like about three months worth of cum. Feeling better, Jon?”

I sighed dejectedly. “Yeah… And...it was six months.”

Monique frowned. “I know you only have one testicle, but that doesn’t look like enough for a full half year.” She strode up to me and reached down between my legs. She pinched her fingers into the mound where my cock used to be, and gripped the piece of flesh that remained.

In the aftermath of my orgasm, my nub was incredibly sensitive. I squirmed at her touch, then gasped when another orgasm began welling up inside me. Suddenly, the tiny thing in Monique’s hand twitched violently, and the second orgasm I’d had in half a year spurted out. Because I was standing up this time, my semen just dribbled straight down my leg, pooling in a gelatinous puddle on the tile floor.

Outside, I heard a loud gasp and some unfamiliar laughter. I looked up and realized that Monique had carelessly left the door to the rest of the sex shop open, and several female customers had gotten a complete eyeful of my second dickless orgasm. I looked up at Alyssa pleadingly, hoping we could just get out of here as soon as possible.

But Alyssa’s earlier excitement at my orgasm seemed to have faded. She was frowning harshly at me, like I had just offended her in some way.

“Oh, so you can cum just fine when she does it, huh? For me, we need some huge fake dick...but Monique just touches you and you squirt all over? AFTER I made you cum?!”

“Alyssa, please, I swear it’s not like that...”

I was cut off as she shot her hand between my legs, grasping my cum-slick ball firmly. “I saw everything, Jon. Now come on, you need to go to the front and pay.”

I stumbled toward her as she dragged me to the front counter. I was still naked and soaked with cum, and some women clearly took notice of this. But what most of them found most interesting was my genitals, or rather my lack thereof. I could hear their whispers as Alyssa dragged me cruelly to the front of the store. I tried to concentrate on hearing them in a vain attempt to ignore the increasing pain emanating from between my legs.

“...did his cock go? Was he born like that or did she…”

“He’s missing a ball too! That’s a lot easier to figure out. Look at what she’s holding him by.”

“She must’ve popped it by accident. I swear, it’s so hot, but ballbusting is really pretty risky…”

“I’m sure they aren’t planning on having kids or anything silly like that at this point.”

Finally, we made it to the front counter. Alyssa had kept a firm grip on my testicle, squeezing it periodically if I slowed down. Monique handed me my jeans, and I wordlessly rooted through the pockets for my wallet. 

I was soaked in my own cum, naked in front of half a dozen women I didn’t know, and paying for my own dildo. Monique was smiling glowingly, clearly glad of the sales commission she was getting. Alyssa glowered at me, and her grip on my ball increased slowly as Monique took her sweet time ringing up my strap-on.

Alyssa finally let go of my nut when we left the store, and I pulled my pants on quickly over myself. I thought that day was as bad as my sex life was ever going to get. I couldn’t imagine a lower nadir for Alyssa to put me through.

Now, I look back on it fondly. If I had known it was the last time I would ever cum, I would have been more grateful for what Alyssa and Monique gave me.

Chapter 6: Exes

“Please, Alyssa, I...I need it. It’s been so long.”

“Why?”

It was Friday night, and we were repeating what had been the most common argument in our relationship. I was sitting splay-legged on the ground, naked. Alyssa was sitting on her desk chair above me. She had my testicle pinned to the ground beneath her toe and was probing it gently.

Since our visit to the sex toy shop, Alyssa had dropped all pretense of needing a reason to bust my nut. When I got home on Fridays, she’d expect me to be in position, naked, my ball ready for whatever abuse she had prepared for me. As I found out in the first two weeks of this, if I wasn’t ready promptly when she came over, she would increase my punishment brutally. On one such occasion, she decided to see how I would react if she put her entire weight onto my solitary testicle, and the resulting CRUNCH cut our session short and sent me to the emergency room once again. She acted regretful, and the doctors managed to save my ball, but I saw the twinkle in her eye when the nurse explained that I was one good kick away from full castration for the next couple of weeks. Since then, I made sure to be naked and squatting in position well before she walked in.

I had been on time today, but my begging obviously pissed her off. She dug her toe in, and I struggled not to push her off. My eyes watered as she rolled my one remaining ball underfoot, testing the tensile strength of my vas deferens.

Of course, cumming was entirely out of the question at this point. Alyssa seemed to think I had wanted Monique’s “help” in the shop, and any amount of explanation earned me a sharp knee or a merciless squeeze of my half-manhood. Not only did she refuse to peg me again, but she’d taken the view that when I had “cheated” on her, I had forfeited the chance of any sexual pleasure from her entirely.

“Alyssa...I know I’m not fully a man, and...I don’t have my cock anymore, but…”

“Or your left ball!”

“I...I still have one testicle, Alyssa, and...I really need some relief.”

She snorted, and stood up out of her chair, transferring more weight onto my nut.

“So why are you asking me then, Jon?”

I looked up at her in confusion as I gritted my teeth through the pain. “You’re...you’re the only woman for me, Alyssa. I don’t want anyone else to make me cum. I...I love-”

She cut me off with another kick. The pain was blinding, and I doubled over, breathless. “No no no, none of that mushy shit. I saw your true feelings in the shop, Jon. Monique’s the one for you, isn’t she?”

“Alyssa, I would never cheat-”

“Jon, YOU ALREADY DID. Did you forget your little handjob in front of a dozen women?” She sighed. “Just find Monique, and ask her to give you another rubdown. Wouldn’t you like that more than me fucking you in the ass with a fake cock?”

I gasped. Of course, I’d prefer to cum with Alyssa, but...if she was actually offering to let me go to Monique…

“Alyssa, are you...do you actually mean that?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Of COURSE I mean it, Jon. After all, we’re in an open relationship, aren’t we?”

She’d never mentioned that before. I’d always assumed her constant hookups with Brad were because she didn’t care about my feelings.

“Speaking of which...I’ve got a date with this new guy later.” She spread her legs apart, revealing her beautiful pussy to me. I felt the blood start to rush to my cockless mound. “Eat me out before I head out. I have no idea how good he is in the sack, and I want to make sure I get to cum at least once tonight.”

My stomach dropped. She had never mentioned dating boys other than me and Brad before. Before I could ask more questions about the limits of our relationship, she shoved me between her legs, and I lapped away obediently. I had gotten quite good at cunnilingus throughout our relationship, and her moans were a satisfying indicator that I could still make her happy with my tongue, despite all of my other failings.

But I couldn’t even enjoy my beautiful girlfriend’s pleasure. Her words earlier shook me. We were truly open? I could go to Monique for a ‘handjob’ if I really needed to? Turning to my childhood ballbuster for sexual pleasure was dangerous and humiliating, but I needed to drain my ball. I needed relief.

She wrapped her legs around me and moaned loudly, and I took the hint and licked her clit more rapidly, pushing her over the edge to her orgasm. She laid back panting, bringing her feet down between my legs once again, resting so gently on my only remaining genitalia.

“Just...just stop bugging me about your ‘needs’, Jon. Take care of them yourself. I don’t really have the time or interest to peg you again. And…” She looked down at her phone and sighed. “I’m late for my date. Try to make things go a little faster next time. You seemed awfully distracted.” She stood up, putting pressure on my ball before rolling it forward out from under her foot. I shrieked in pain, as my testicle twisted its attached cord and deformed ever-so-slightly beneath her weight. As she walked out the door, still pantyless, I picked my phone up, shaking badly and teary-eyed from the pain. I opened up Facebook and found Monique’s profile, and sent the message that would haunt me for the rest of my days as a eunuch.

* * * * *

I showed up to Monique’s place at noon on Saturday. Her parents were out for the weekend, and I’d told my parents I was spending the night at a friend’s place. She opened the door as soon as I knocked, and despite my lack of equipment, I almost came just from her outfit alone. She was wearing black booty shorts that tightly outlined her cameltoe, and the slightest hint of her pussy hair poked out beneath the thin black fabric. Her breasts were barely contained in a white tank top, and I could see her wide dark-brown nipples through the thin fabric. She was obviously pantiless and braless. 

“Well? Are you just going to stare, or are you going to come in?”

She pulled me inside and locked the door behind me. As soon as I was in, she grabbed me by the hand and led me enthusiastically upstairs. Throughout our entire online exchange, Monique had been uncharacteristically willing to help me with my orgasm. Of course, my offer of near-unrestricted access to my remaining testicle must have sweetened the deal enough for her to agree to anything. I would let her do absolutely anything to my ball that she wanted, provided she didn’t pop it and I got to cum.

I was sure she was going to take full advantage of my offer.

I was sure Alyssa’s constant ballbusting had prepared me for Monique’s treatment. In the past, the thought of volunteering my testicle to the cruelest bitch I know would have been unthinkable. But testicular agony was just a part of my life now. If I didn’t go to Monique, Alyssa would just keep inflicting worse and worse injuries on me anyway. At least with Monique, I’d get relief as well.

We made it to her bedroom. Her bed was an old-fashioned four-poster, with ankle and handcuffs at each of the four corners. I obviously wasn’t the first boy that had been led up here.

“Go on, get ready! Get naked for me.” She flapped her hands at my pants. “Can’t enjoy myself with your pants hiding everything, now can I?” I hesitantly stripped and laid down spread-eagle on the bed. She strapped me in at each of the four corners. Her eyes never left my partially-destroyed genitals.

She tested the restraints and nodded approvingly when it was clear I couldn’t escape. “Perfect! Those should be nice and tight, so you’re not going to be going anywhere. Now just sit tight for a moment, I need to get some tools from the garage.”

I gulped audibly. “What...what tools are you getting?”

She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “Jon, you gave me unrestricted access to your ball, right?”

“As...as long as you don’t pop it, yeah.”

“Well, then it doesn’t particularly matter what my tools are, now does it? You shouldn’t stress yourself out about something you can’t change now.” Her hand snaked between my legs, and she idly rolled my nut around. Alyssa’s recent habits had left my organ perpetually bruised and swollen, and even Monique’s gentle touches made me grunt in pain. She beamed at my little noises of pain and gave my ball one last tweak before heading out the door.

She returned a few minutes later with a toolbox and a tripod. She set up the tripod between my legs and mounted her phone in it.

I’d expected pain and humiliation, but I didn’t want Monique to have permanent proof of what I was letting her do to me. I knew she wasn’t particularly concerned with my privacy, and I didn’t want a video of her treatment of me to exist.

“Please, Monique, I...I don’t want a video of this going all over the internet.”

She sighed at my pleading. “I’m not going to post this online, Jon. This is just for my own personal enjoyment. It’s not every day a one-nut offers his last ball to me.” She grinned devilishly. “And even if it does find its way online, rest assured, I’m going to be sitting on your face for the duration. Nobody will be able to tell it’s you because all they’re going to see is what’s between your legs. It could be a video of ANY dickless, half-neutered guy!”

She leaned in conspiratorially and whispered in my ear. “And I can personally assure you, there’s a LOT more of those at our school than you think.”

She opened the toolbox and pulled out a long-handled metal tool. I’d never worked on a farm, but I recognized the tool from documentaries. The ring of metal pegs at the far end would stretch an impossible thick rubber band, and my loose scrotum with my one remaining ball would be threaded through. She’d pull the rubber band off, constrict my vas deferens, and….

I gasped as I realized I had only made her promise not to pop my nut. She was going to kill my last ball with this tool, this...

“Oh, so you’ve seen an elastrator before?” She asked casually, as if she were talking about the weather. She put a green rubber band on the end and pulled the handles apart. “Don’t worry cutie, I’m not going to kill your ball entirely. This is a model just for BDSM, so it shouldn’t be capable of any lasting damage. It’s just...Well, I saw how close you came to shooting when you walked in. We both know you’re a bit of a quick shot, so I want to pinch your cords and make you last a little longer while you eat me out. But reaching between your legs for so long makes me kind of sore, so...I picked up this up to help me!” She giggled. “Having an employee discount at a sex shop REALLY pays off for a girl like me.”

She stood above me on the bed and lowered her shorts. Her bush was trimmed, but not shaven all the way. She sat down on me facing the television at the foot of the bed, and I sighed deeply as the folds of her pussy covered my mouth and the musky scent of woman enshrouded me. This was a position I was intimately familiar with by now.

A minute later, I felt the rubber band snap around the top of my scrotum. The tiny green band bit sharply into my ball sack, but it was surprisingly less painful than a lot of the treatment I’d had at Alyssa’s hand. If all I had to do was orally pleasure Monique until she’d had enough of my banding, this was going to be a piece of cake. 

As she shifted her weight onto me entirely, Monique picked up an Xbox controller and a headset and turned her console on. I knew when Alyssa multitasked while I ate her out, it always took her longer to cum. I redoubled my efforts on Monique’s pussy as my ball grew cold below the tight pressure of the elastrator band.

I found out the real downside of Monique’s chosen activity at the end of her first game. “Defeat” sounded across her speakers, and she put her controller down and slowly curled her left hand into a fist.

“God…DAMNIT!” She slammed her hand down into my nut. I prepared myself mentally for the blast of pain such a punch would deliver, but to my surprise, the nut-ache was...well, it was decidedly muted. I knew from experience that her hit should have been hard enough to have me on the edge of puking, but instead, I just felt a deep, painful ache that seemed to slowly seep through my body through the pinprick of circulation my last testicle got.

My stomach dropped as I realized something. 

If your balls hurt, that means they still work.

Coach White’s words echoed through my head.

My ball was going numb.

Monique was castrating me. Whether it was unintentional or intentional...I knew better than to think that begging for mercy would change anything. I needed to get her off before my nut died.

* * * * *

From what I could hear, Monique pulled off a win the next game and even earned Play of the Game, but she seemed even more pissed at the end of this game than the last one. Throughout the match, I heard four of her teammates talk shit about her, telling her to “switch to Mercy because she was a girl”, and that she “needed to get back in the kitchen and make them a sandwich”.

They finally shut up when she told them in detail how she would dismantle their cock and balls and mount them on her wall, but she was still pissed off. The cherry on top of it all came at the end. The teammate who had stayed quiet all game felt the need to pipe up at the end and let her know that “she needed to learn to take a joke better” and that she just proved that girls couldn’t play video games without getting all emotional.

This time, she took her anger out by pressing my face deeper into her slit and grabbing my ball with one hand. With her free hand, she sent slap after slap across the taut surface of my underfilled scrotum. Her hands stung my ball sack, but I knew I should feel a lot more pain from how hard she was hitting. I lapped away desperately. I regretted ever taking Alyssa up on her offer of an open relationship. No orgasm was worth risking my manhood.

Before her next game started, Monique’s phone rang. “Oh, it’s your *mmf* girlfriend. Wonder what she wants? Oh, right THERE mmmMFFF!” I licked away silently, keeping my rhythm regular and trying to maximize the pleasure I was giving her. I could tell from her sounds and her taste that she was getting close to an orgasm, which meant I was getting close to restoring full circulation to my manhood.

“Hey girl, what’s up? Oh, you haven’t seen him since last night? He’s right here underneath me.” She laughed and wriggled back and forth on top of me. “Didn’t he tell you? He’d told me you two were officially in an open relationship, and that you even encouraged him to ask me for ‘help’!”

I heard Alyssa’s voice over the phone, and while I couldn’t make out her words, her tone was angry. Monique stopped moving as she listened to Alyssa’s irate response.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe...How would he think we WEREN’T going to talk! Just come over here and we’ll work things out face-to-face. It sounds like your ‘boyfriend’ needs a lesson in why lying to his girlfriend’s best friend is a stupid, STUPID idea. See you soon.”

She hung up and set her phone down. “Well, I don’t think I’ve got time for another….*aaah* ...game before Alyssa gets here. Just make sure to finish me off, you are really taking your sweet time!”

I knew better than to ask what had happened in her phone call with my girlfriend.I didn’t need to be told twice as I redoubled my efforts to push the thick black girl on top of me over the edge. Without a game to occupy her, Monique turned her attention to my swollen, black and blue gonad. She twisted and punched it, and the faint echoes of ball pain I felt gave me hope that it still had some function in it. I finally pressed my tongue at just the right pressure into her stiff clit, and Monique started cumming noisily. She bucked and humped my face as she rode out her orgasm, and her juices covered my face and filled my mouth.

She rode my face hard through her climax, shoving my tongue and nose deep inside her pink pussy. Precum dribbled out of my nub. She got up off my face and stretched, glowing and satisfied. “Finally! I’m going to go take a shower before your girlfriend gets here. Which, by the way, just a heads up: She did NOT sound happy about your little gambit.” She said as she pulled her shorts back up. I heard a slap come from between my legs. Monique must have hit my ball again.

But I could only tell from the sound. The pain was nonexistent. The band had constricted my fleshy orb for too long. I had lost all feeling in my remaining gonad. I tried to form words, to beg her to snip the tiny rubber band that was slowly neutering me. But she got up and left the room before I could gasp out a final plea for mercy.

I was now alone, in the dark musty bedroom, immobile and vulnerable. I waited fearfully for whatever Monique and Alyssa were planning on doing with me.

It felt like an eternity, but I knew Alyssa only lived 10 minutes away, and she wouldn’t waste any time coming over to a chance to bust my ball. Finally, the door to the bedroom slowly opened, and the warm fluorescent glow of the hallway lights spilled in. If the scene I presented her surprised her in any way, she made no indication. She was wearing an old football t-shirt, and I recognized it as Brad’s. I could still see the curve of her breast through her t-shirt, and the thin maroon fabric did little to hide her tiny, perky nipples. But what caught my attention the most was her shoes. Out of place with her casual, girl-next-door look was a pair of shiny black stilettos, with wickedly pointed toes.

She walked from corner to corner of the bed, unlatching my restraints. After I was free, I tried to stand up, but my legs and arms were stiff and numb from my bondage. I rolled out of the bed, but when I tried to stand in front of Alyssa, I fell onto my knees. I was in the fetal position in front of her, my bare ass up and my distended gonad hanging below it. I tried to get up, to move into a less exposed position, but I was weak and dehydrated and sore. I was barely hanging on to consciousness.

“Of all the people to cheat on me with...You choose my new best friend and the girl you already assaulted in front of me once?!” Alyssa’s voice started with her usual nice valley-girl self, but I could hear the fire building in her as she spat her question out at me.

“You...you said we were in an open relationship,” I whined. Even to me, I sounded pathetic. 

She snorted. “You...you didn’t think I was serious, did you?”

My stomach sank.

“Why...why the FUCK would I need to let you sleep around?” She asked laughingly, not bothering to give me time to answer. “When a girl lets her boyfriend sleep around, it’s because he’s a stud, and she knows she can’t keep him unless she gives him his freedom. Jon, you’re...you’re not exactly a catch, as a boyfriend. You need to be realistic with what you’re bringing to our relationship.” She didn’t even have to refer to my injuries explicitly to remind me that I wasn’t a true man. Her words hung heavy in the air.

“You really should’ve known I was joking.”

I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. I’d failed my dream girl yet again.

I was too busy lost in my own misery to hear her winding up her kick.

*CRUNCH-SQUICK*

Everything happened in slow motion.

Her toe flew into my testicle, striking the exact center with pinpoint accuracy. I heard the impact without feeling it.

Then her momentum kept her heavy shoe going, all the force concentrated into a single pencil-tip of area. My ball followed her shoe up, up into my pelvic bone until it nestled snugly against the abdominal cavity it had once descended from. Her toe continued through my ball, puncturing it neatly.

Turns out, I could still feel my ball.

The searing pain from my rupture snapped me wide awake, and I stretch my mouth open in a silent scream. My hands flew to my crotch, expecting to find my sac full of fine, testicular mush. To my surprise and relief, the testicle in my scrotum was still...roundish. But the bottom of my scrotum was black and blue, and I could feel an indentation at the same spot on my ball. When I got closer to the serious part of my injury, another icy finger of pain shot through me and I realized just how badly she had hurt me.

The bottom of my ball had a hole in it, and I could feel some of my testicular innards in my scrotum. My nut was...noticeably smaller, maybe down to ¾ of its previous swollen state.

And it was still alive. Even through the constricting rubber band, I could feel the agony of having my testicle beaten inside out. I sobbed incoherently as I convulsed in pain.

“Oh...oh my god!” Alyssa moaned above me, clearly surprised by her kick as well. I guess she had more torture she had wanted to put me through. She hadn’t realized how fragile my manhood was, after weeks of blueballing and hours of cut-off circulation.

She reached between my legs to examine the damage. I heard some discouraging squelches, and the pain overcame me. I mercifully passed out.

* * * * *

I came to in a familiar waiting room. Monique and Alyssa were by my side, playing on their phones. I was splayed across two waiting room chairs, my half-package obscenely uncovered. I reached down to feel what was hopefully a still mostly-intact ball. My sac now seemed full of equal parts dead mush and still-functioning nut. My nut had collapsed inward a bit like a beanbag that had some of its innards spilled out through a hole.

“Oh, look who’s awake!” Alyssa prodded Monique. “Have a good nap? We’re just waiting for your doctor to come by. This sure feels awfully familiar, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t respond to her mocking. I got up and hobbled over to the hot blonde desk lady. Her nametag read “Michelle”. She looked to be only a few years older than me. She was leaning back in her chair reading a magazine, but as I approached she looked up at me. Her eyes darted frankly down to my groin, and I saw her raise an eyebrow in confusion. I couldn’t even work up the nerve to look down at myself.

“Miss...Michelle, please, I...I really need to see the doctor.” I stuttered out, as I made it to her desk and leaned on the counter under the window for support. “I think...I think I hurt my ball really badly.”

“Yeah, your girlfriend and her friend filled us in on the situation. Don’t worry, as soon as Dr S returns from lunch, she’ll be in to treat you!” She looked down at my sack, and a worried look crossed her face. “I’m sorry, I can only imagine you must be in some discomfort at the moment. Just hang in there!”

The rubber band was still biting into me. Surely, we didn’t have to wait for the doctor to get back to just remove that, and let me get circulation to my testicle again.

I gestured at the band on the top of my scrotum, being careful not to touch any part of my incredibly sensitive sack. “Can...can we please cut this off now at least?”

She frowned at me, confused. “Well...We’d really need to wait for the doctor to return to do it properly, but there’s no reason to be so negative. I’ve seen boys with testicles in even worse shape than yours get SOMETHING functional patched together. Dr. S is VERY good at her job.” She said professionally, and smiled up at me as if I should take comfort from her words. “There’s no reason to beg for an orchiectomy prematurely! You still have half of your testicle left!” She smiled brightly as she informed me of what I already knew.

I realized she misunderstood me. “I...I mean...can we remove the rubber band now?”

Understanding dawned on her. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I assumed...right, of course.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, we can’t remove that without the doctor here either. Your testicle may already have died, in which case we need to keep it ligatured off from the rest of the body. Removing that little band without a proper examination first could have dire consequences. Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be back soon! And, if you’ve really been banded for 3 hours, an extra 20 minutes aren’t going to make much of a difference.” She swallowed uncomfortably as she realized what she was saying. “I mean...Look, it’s either dead or it isn’t. There’s no point worrying about it. Just...try not to move. Your girlfriend said you had more of your ball left intact earlier, but when you struggled and kicked around, you, well...you pushed more of your nutmeat out.”

I was certain Alyssa had caused whatever damage she was attributing to me. Or Monique. But it didn’t matter anymore. I sat back down gently and awaited my fate.

* * * * *

Dr. S came through the waiting room 45 minutes later, and as soon as she looked between my legs she loaded me into a gurney, injected me with a paralytic (to prevent me from hurting myself, presumably), and wheeled me into an examination room. Monique and Alyssa followed her in, which dismayed me. Of course, I was still totally paralyzed, and couldn’t express any of my thoughts on this arrangement. Finally, her usual assistant Cathy came in and closed the door behind her.

“Well.” Dr. S barely had to touch me to realize how structurally unsound my remaining testicle was. “This is...quite a unique injury. I’m not sure I can guarantee anything, but if I suture up the puncture…”

She was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She stopped explaining my procedure and picked up to answer. From what I could tell, she was agreeing to…to see another patient? She hung up and looked at my scrotum apologetically.

“I’m so sorry. The mayor’s daughter had some incident at a bar nearby. It sounds like some guy was getting a little too touchy with her, and she kneed him hard, and… Well, she was under a lot of emotional distress. I’m going to talk to her, make her she’s alright. Then I’ve probably got another surgery to take care of.” She turned to Cathy. “You can do whatever’s necessary here, right?”

Cathy’s eyes lit up. “Wow, ma’am, I’ve never done a solo operation before, but...I think I’m ready.”

“Well, good luck. This is a tricky one. Nobody would blame you if you had to cut that nut off.”

Dr. S left for what was presumably her incredibly important patient. Never mind the fact that I had waited in a waiting room for almost an hour with a rubber band around my testicle.

The three women most responsible for my genital mutilation gathered around my remaining half-ball. Monique was looking at my nut with an eyebrow half-raised, like she hadn’t seen anything like it before. It dawned on me that this might have been the first time she’d seen my ruptured last nut up close. Alyssa must have been responsible for all of my injuries. Cathy was looking at it judgingly as if she was annoyed that I’d been impertinent enough to keep my last testicle partially intact. And Alyssa…

Alyssa had a look of pure wonder on her face, like she couldn’t wait to see what happened to me next.

“So.” Cathy was ostensibly in charge of healing me, although I had little faith that any of the women in the room had my sexual health in mind. But as the voice of authority, she could lead this entire operation. She had carte blanche to do what she wanted with my scrap of manhood.

She looked at each of her co-conspirators. I had no idea when this had happened, but all three of these women seemed to share a bond. They had wordlessly agreed that I would not be allowed to remain a man. No words were exchanged as they placed their hands simultaneously on my enormous right half-nut. If I had control of my vocal cords, I would have whimpered in fear.

Monique cleared her throat. “On the count of 3?” She began the countdown.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

SQUELCH

All three thumbs pressed deeply through the tiny fleshy orb. The three women ended my genetic line together, and through the haze of pain I saw Alyssa start to convulse in adorable, squeaking shakes. Her orgasm was beautiful. The pain finally overcame my will, and I passed out with the knowledge that I had brought her happiness one last time as my testicle was reduced to mush.

* * * * *

TWO WEEKS LATER

* * * * *

I hadn’t seen Alyssa since my operation. After I’d blacked out, Cathy did some “cleaning up” of my nether regions. In addition to removing my broken ball, she’d removed the nub of a penis she’d left in the last surgery and snipped off my scrotum. Nothing indicated that I had been born a male anymore. In addition, there was some mix-up with my paperwork, and as a result, my insurance refused to reimburse me for male hormones. I could buy them over the counter, but the cost was prohibitive.

She walked in without a warning. I hadn’t had many visitors while I was in the hospital, and my doctors kept my gown up if I didn’t have anyone scheduled to drop by, to help get me used to feeling emptiness where my genitals had been. So Alyssa was once again treated to a full view of my crotch after surgery.

This time, she laughed openly when she saw my smooth crotch. She was carrying a big dusty cardboard box. “Hey, I just wanted to come by and give you some of the stuff you’d left over at my place.” She said as she set it down beside my bed. “Sorry about the whole…” She gestured vaguely at the place where my cock and balls had been. “Fight we had. I realized the open relationship thing wasn’t working for me, so I’m going to move in with Brad. I’m sure you understand, especially given your...situation now.” I refused to meet her eyes, and she ducked down to try to get me to look at her.

“You understand what I mean, right? You’re a eunuch. We literally can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d say ‘It’s not you, it’s me’, but...Well, I know you didn’t mean to do this to our relationship.” She looked up at me apologetically.

I tried to get my voice together. I had one last thing I had to ask her.

“Can...can we stay friends, Alyssa?”

She smiled and shook her head. “I...I don’t really want to be around you anymore. Good luck with your life!” She waved at me awkwardly, and walked away from me forever.