**castration**
By Preun
THE VICTIM
I awoke in a cold sweat, phantom pain shooting from my missing ball. I instinctively grabbed my sac, and my fingers felt the orchiectomy scar. Other than my unusually loose scrotum, that scar was the only reminder of my former birth defect. That, and the terrible nightmares, full of Asian nurses and cruel swim instructors and smiling Goth girls, all out to finish the job Jenny had started.
I got in my car and headed to school. From the parking lot to campus, I proceeded extra cautiously, making sure Jenny and Ms. White weren’t around. I didn’t know why all these girls suddenly wanted my sac emptied, but I knew I sure as hell was keeping the only two testicles I had. I made sure to sit far away from that Goth bitch in history, and the first half of my day went by uneventfully. At the end of 4th period, my phone went off. It was from Michelle. “Meet me bhind gym 4 lunch? ;)” I put my phone back in my pocket without responding. The last two girls who had dragged me off to some secluded area to fuck had tried to unman me. I wanted to leave this school with a fully intact pair.
As I sat at a table lunch table, choking down my public school lunch, I heard footsteps coming from behind, and turned around to be met by a certain cheerleader. Michelle was, for some unknown reason, wearing her cheering outfit in the middle of lunch, and the plunging neckline didn’t cover a whole lot.
As she bent over to whisper in my ear, my body knew it should run, but my cock kept me rooted in place. This wasn’t some cruel Goth girl who was already known for castrating a football star. This was Michelle, the school slut. She loved balls and cocks and men. She surely wouldn’t hurt me.
5 minutes later, I had the blonde bent over a desk inside the abandoned portables, my cock gliding in and out of her surprisingly tight cunt as she gasped in ecstasy. She had one hand supported herself on the desk and the other alternating squeezing her breasts and rubbing her cunt. As I approached climax, I struggled to comprehend what had ever made me think this little piece of ass was going to injure my balls. She clearly loved what they gave her too much. I pulled out and grunted, jizzing all over her short orange and black skirt. Relieved from my fantastic orgasm, I bent over to kiss her on the neck. “You’re incredible. I missed that a lot.” I started to stuff my cock back into my jeans, but her hand stopped me.
“Who the fuck said you were done.” She rammed her ass back onto my semi erect cock, and all at once I was rock hard again. Soon, Michelle was spread out on the desk, her hand massaging her clit furiously as I gave the horny cheerleader exactly what both of us needed. I lost count of how many more times we fucked after that, even as my drained balls struggled to shoot out another meager load onto her. By the end, we were on the floor, and she rode me out to my final orgasm. Michelle collapsed on top of me, finally drained by our marathon lovemaking.
“I think we might have missed fifth period”. As I spoke, a bell rang to confirm that I had successfully avoided another dangerous swim session. Michelle giggled. “That’s not all we missed. School’s out. You fucked me hard for 2 full periods.
I checked my phone to confirm. “Jesus, you’re a hell of a girl. I’ve gotta go catch my bus now.” She stayed on top of me, sighing deeply. “Sam, you’re really incredible. I hope what I’m about to do doesn’t hurt what we have between us.”
I struggled to get up, but Michelle stayed on top of me. Her knee was digging into my groin painfully, pinning my right nut to the linoleum. “Michelle…my balls…you’re…”
Then I saw her face. She wasn’t smiling anymore. She was kneeling on top of me, her full weight on my balls. Michelle sat up, forcing her knees harder down onto my sac. My nuts turned an unhealthy purple shade, and I started tearing up.
“But…Why…”
She sighed. “I’m not doing so well in school, Sam, and my daddy’s connections can only take me so far in college admissions. Ms. White has offered me and the two others some…incentives for the destruction of your balls.” Of course. That red-headed bitch was behind all of this. She must be writing some letters of recommendation, or boosting some grades or something for these girls. Even a nice girl like Michelle would sell out one measly testicle for a leg up in school.
She stood me up, and her foot slammed into my rapidly swelling sac. Her skirt flipped up, showing me the cute pussy I had, minutes earlier, pounded in a record-breaking fuckfest. Michelle giggled. “Really, Sam, it’s not that bad. After me, you’ll still have one nut. Protect it well enough, and you might be able to have kids someday.” She frowned. “Although, the last girl is pretty smart. And knows a lot more about balls than any of us do. You’re going to have to be really careful after I’m done with you. I think the sports shop on 7th sells cups specifically for boys with only one testicle. “
She laughed again. Even through my haze of pain, I realized how cute the cheerleader was. If anyone deserved to break one of my balls, it was this girl who had made so many boring school days so memorable. “Take the right one…please.”
She smiled. “See, that wasn’t so hard! There’s this cheerleading maneuver I’ve been wanting to try out. Mind if I practice now?”
I minded quite a bit, but was in no position to resist. She stood me up and turned around. She got up real close to me, and for a minute my confused mind thought she was going to bend over to take my dick again. This delusion was dispelled when she flipped her foot up between my legs. The heel of her sneaker compressed my mushy sac against my pelvis, and my balls were so swollen they couldn’t escape out the sides of my thighs. As soon as her foot went back down and released them, she brought her other one up, slamming back into my tortured manhood with a sickening SPLAT.
Her feet kept going up and down, more and more rapidly. As I willed myself to black out to end the pain, I was dimly aware of something she was chanting.
“2…”
SPLAT
“4…”
SPLAT
“6…”
SPLAT
“8….”
SPLAT
“Who will I emasculate?”
SQUISH
“Sam!
SQUISH
“Sam!
SQUISH
“Sam!!!"
SQUELCH!
Her right heel met with the right half of my manhood for the last time, and I felt its liquid remains squish out around her foot. I finally passed out.
THE BUSINESSWOMAN
As soon as the boy entered her shop, Stephanie knew what he was looking for. All high school boys buying cups have the same awkward, nauseous look on their face. He was a weedy little freshman, with a weasel face and limbs like spaghetti. He had come in, followed by a black-haired bombshell. The poor little guy had clearly inherited nothing from his beautiful mother.
They walked over to the “Injury Prevention” section and began arguing almost immediately. “No, mom! I can fit in a bigger one! Trust me!”
“Don’t get fresh with me, mister! Just because I’m not your biological mother doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s best for you. We’ve both seen what you’ve got down below, and unless you’ve had a very recent, very localized growth spurt, we’re getting you the smallest size they’ve got.”
“MOM! Be quiet!” Stephanie stifled a giggle.
“You’re lucky I don’t go up to the lady and special order you a children’s cup. Especially after your little…incident at school. This is the only place in the area that even sells protection for one-nuts. Do you want to keep your manhood, or do you want another slut to crush your only remaining testicle?”
Stephanie perked up at that. She had stocked up in One-Ball© cups after hearing about the rise of testicle injuries in the area, hoping that half-men would shell out extra to better protect their only asset. So far, it had proven a wildly unsuccessful endeavor. The special cups attracted more girls than boys, and they only came in to giggle at the idea of a boy who had lost a ball.
The lady approached the counter. “Excuse me, miss, can we try on one of your XS One-Ball cups? My son is looking for some protection.” Normally, sanitation laws prevented her from letting customers try groin protection on, but Stephanie was desperate to make a sale. “Sure thing! Second door on the left.” The boy walked towards the dressing room, and Stephanie watched him intently to see if he was lop-sided.
“I’m going in there with you to make sure you know how to put it on.”
“NO, mom! I’m in high school n-“
Her hand came down on his groin and made a fist, crushing what Stephanie assumed was his last ball in a very tight grip. “This little nut is the only thing that makes you a boy. If you lose it, that’s it. No children. No jerking off. No hot cheerleader hookups in high school bathrooms. Do you want that to happen? I’ve spent my entire career studying testicles. I know what they’re made of, and how to protect them.”
Her grip tightened. “And I know how to break them. Now let’s get you some protection, before there’s another unfortunate incident.”
The kid looked like he wanted to cry and throw up at the same time. His step-mom led him to the dressing room by his nut, and he struggled to keep up.
When Stephanie heard the door click shut, she turned her attention to the small T.V. near the register. Normally it was set to connect to the security camera out front, but she changed the channel until she found what she was looking for. Stephanie had set up several expensive, high-res in the men’s changing room, complete with audio equipment. As an avid fan of the male form, she enjoyed spending long nights with her tapes of well-hung jocks trying on sports equipment. The delicious thought of those guys, all naked and vulnerable and clueless of her roving eyes, checking out their equipment as they tried hers on, drove her wild. Some were big, some were small, and some were pretty average, but all of them were naked when they were changing. Stephanie felt herself getting wet at the thought.
This time, she was in for a bit of a disappointment. As his step-mom forced the young man out of his shorts and opened the box, Stephanie squinted to see his meager manhood. This boy was kidding himself if he thought he needed anything larger than an XS.
“Now, let me show you how to put it on.” The step-mom grabbed his bare ball in her hand and started jamming the cup onto it. This was the last straw for the freshman. “STOP IT! I’m in HIGH SCHOOL! I don’t need some whore my dad is fucking to help me put on a fucking cup! Let go of my ball, Karen!”
The room went silent. Stephanie held her breath in anticipation. Karen dropped the cup, and went down on her knees. She cupped the little testicle in her palm, like a delicate egg.
“Richard, has your father ever told you what I did to him on our wedding night?”
The kid sighed, and rolled his eyes. “Karen! I don’t want to hear about my dad and step-mom’s gross sex life!”
Karen continued. “We were discussing children. He wanted a couple daughters, or another son to keep you company. I thought you were a handful enough for us. It almost ended our marriage before it even began.”
Her grip tightened. “Luckily, I made a couple of rather convincing arguments against more children. Our financial situation really wasn’t what it needed to be. Therapy really doesn’t pay what it used to. We’d need a bigger house, in a better neighborhood. And by keeping you an only child, we could devote more of our time to you.”
Her nails started digging into the boy’s oversized, mostly empty sac, and Stephanie started to realize that this was not going to end well. The kid squirmed uncomfortably, but his step-mom held fast.
“Unfortunately, your father was too stubborn to be convinced. He tried to tell me I needed to give up my career to stay home and raise the children, while he would become the breadwinner. Some stupid business idea he had with some buddies, a restaurant or shop or something. He said that, as long as he had the balls, he was going to be the man of the house.”
“That night, I put an end to his outdated ideas on gender and the workplace. He’s no longer the man of the house, Richard. You are. You’re the only ‘man’ I live with who has even ONE working testicle.”
She sighed sadly. “Even if it IS the size of a dried pea. Richard, I’m just trying to protect your father’s genetic line. That’s why I’m so intent on getting you a cup that fits correctly. This tender little lump is the only chance of continuing his heritage, and if it’s crushed, or broken, or torn off…”
Her hand dropped lower, pulling the boy’s entire manhood farther than Stephanie thought it could stretch. “It would be so sad! It’s really quite a responsibility for a boy your age to have. Especially since you were so inept at protecting the first one. I really don’t think you can handle it. Can you, Richard? Do you think you can keep this ball alive?”
Richard had started to realize the danger of the situation he was in: one solitary ball in the hands of an admitted castratrix. He nodded his head vigorously, tears welling up as he trying to deal with the growing groin pain.
Karen shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. You’re irresponsible, and headstrong, and stupid. I’ve told you a hundred times to jerk off less-“
With one hand wrapped around the ball, she used her other one to drive her thumb into it. She twisted back and forth, drilling into the boy’s manhood.
“To be more respectful to women-“
Her thumb went deeper, and Richard started flailing around wildly. Stephanie giggled at his situation, and realized she was a little wet down under. With no one else in her store, she allowed herself a low moan, and slid her hand under her panties to soothe her drenched pussy.
“And, most importantly, I told you-“
Karen punctuated each word by driving her thumb a little deeper.
“ALWAYS”
JAB
“CALL”
JAB
“ME”
JAB
“MOM!!!”
POP! Richard’s genetic line ended violently, and its remains spewed out. The sight of the poor kid losing his only ball was too much for Stephanie, and she came hard, riding out her orgasm as he emptied his last one all over her dressing room. Karen was completely prepared for this. She took out a small vial, and scooped as much of the jizz that covered the room into it, being sure to avoid the large bloody chunks that used to be his manhood.
The two came out to the counter, the step-mom dragging along the barely-conscious teenage “boy”. “Sorry, but it doesn’t really fit properly. It’s a little too…roomy.” She tossed the cup and the box on the counter, and Stephanie grimaced as she packed it away, wiping off some of the ooze the kid had left behind. “Oh, and do you know of a sperm bank and a hospital around here?”
Stephanie shook her head, a little annoyed at the two. As much fun as it had been to watch Karen castrate the boy, her dressing room was covered in spunk (which she would surely be the one to clean up), and the One-ball© cup remained unsold.
When the two left, another boy walked in, much taller and handsomer. Sam was one of her favorite customers, although of course he didn’t know it. She loved ogling his long, fat cock and oddly shaped sac when he came in to try on some new Speedos. She was surprised when he went to the area the last two had just come from, and picked out an XL One-Ball cup. He came up to the counter and pulled out his wallet, avoiding meeting Stephanie’s eyes. She realized the reason she hadn’t sold any of these cups was because of how embarrassing it was to admit to a woman that you’d lost half your manhood.
Stephanie wondered what had happened to him. Why would a strong jock, with an extra full sac, buy a cup meant for men who only had one ball? Had he lost two of them somehow?
“Um, excuse me? Miss? Do you take debit?”
She snapped out of her daydream. As eager as she was to finally sell one of these wretched cups, Stephanie had to see what was going on beneath this kid’s shorts.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try it on first? Improperly fitting cups can be more dangerous that no cup at all. If it’s too large, it could slip out of place easily. If it’s too small, testicles could get pinched in it, and bruise badly.”
She grinned, and her pussy started tingling again. “Or even rupture. Surely, you wouldn’t want that?”
Sam’s face indicated that he did not want that one bit. “Oh…uh, ok. I’ll go to the dressing room.”
“Ok. Don’t take the second one on the left; it’s a bit…messy at the moment.”
When she heard the door shut, Stephanie eagerly turned to the TV and flipped through the channels until she found what she wanted. Sam was just stepping out of his shorts, and his long, fat cock dangled obscenely as usual. Just as she suspected, his sac was a little…empty. Two scars, one in the middle and one on the right, indicated that someone had removed 2/3 of his manhood. She sighed disappointedly. She had always wondered what getting pounded by a guy with three balls would feel like, and it looked like she wasn’t finding out anytime soon now.
As she watched him try the cup on, Stephanie thought about how he must have lost the other two nuts. Stephanie imagined the load that Richard had shot out, and how much bigger it would be coming from Sam’s hefty balls. She started to daydream of the girls that must have gotten pissed off at him and stomped his bits into oblivion. And now he was coming here, so desperate to protect the last one. It was his only hope.
“Hey, uh… I’ll take it. It fits fine.”
Stephanie came too, and realized she had drifted off long enough for Sam to come out. She rung up his purchase and put the empty box in a bag for him. He was smart enough to wear the cup out of the store. Stephanie had learned today that nowhere was completely safe for a guy with only one ball.
As he walked out the door, Stephanie snuck up behind him. Sexually assaulting a minor was surely some kind of crime, but if he was wearing a cup, it was all fun and games. Stephanie had always been a nice girl, but after watching the incident in the dressing room, she really, really wanted to slam some guy between the legs. And if he had a cup on, no one would get hurt!
She pulled her leg back and slammed her foot up between his legs. She hoped the oddly shaped cup was as strong as her other ones. In high school, she had been quite the soccer player, and her kick was surely stronger than anything he would get hit with during sports. Unfortunately, the cup didn’t seem to provide any protection. She felt her foot sink deeper than it should have, and Stephanie realized too late that the box she had given him hadn’t been empty. She had just kicked him, full-force, in his swollen nut.
“Oh my god! I’m sooo sorry!” Her apology wasn’t entirely sincere. Although she hadn’t really meant to hit him in his solitary ball, it was so much more satisfying than she could have imagined. She wondered if she had known the whole time that he wasn’t wearing his cup. Then she realized she didn’t care. Whatever feelings Richard’s castration had awoken in her made her a different person. Her slit cried out for attention, and Stephanie though about how easy it would be to pull Sam’s jeans off and pound his tortured manhood into a fine mush on the pavement outside.
She went back inside and sat behind the counter. No way was she castrating a boy in broad daylight, right outside her door. She may be new to this whole “ball-busting” idea, but even she knew better than that. But her last two customers had given her a new business strategy. If customers weren’t buying what she was selling, maybe she would have to make some new customers…
THE HALF-MAN
I slipped my Speedo on over my oversized cup. Ever since that psycho girl at the shop, I had been extra paranoid that every girl I met was out to break my last gonad. The bulging piece of hard plastic was quite uncomfortable, and didn’t fit very well in my Speedos, but it was a small price to pay to avoid the agony of castration. I hadn’t removed it since I got it two weeks ago; even at night, I was afraid of some psycho ninja ballbuster breaking in and neutering me for good.
I walked out of my locker room into the hallway. Some girls saw my awkwardly stretched Speedo and giggled. Like this was some kind of joke. Like the fact that two-thirds of my manhood had been brutally crushed against my will was hilarious. My partial neutering had made its way around the high school rumor mill, and I’d heard “one-nut” or “half-man” whispered in hushed tones when I went between classes. I’d gotten texts from numbers I didn’t recognize, offering to finish the job for me, or asking if I could still get it up. Some of the more adventurous had even snaked their hands between my legs during classes or passing periods, trying to see what a half set of testicles felt like. They were all disappointed. With the cup, I was invincible. No girl was “fixing” me.
“Where do you think you are going like that?” The buxom redhead teacher strode up to me, and I could feel the color drain out of my face. “We don’t need athletic cups for swimming, Mr. Johnson. Your jockstrap will get all soggy and gross, and your Speedo is stretching out. Let me take it back to your locker for you.”
“Ms. White…” Tears welled up. “I…I…”
“Just because it’s your last testicle doesn’t mean you get special privileges over the other boys,” she said, loudly enough to elicit another round of giggles from the girls down the hall. “No one else is allowed to wear athletic protection during swim season. I’ll take care of that for you.”
She reached inside my swimsuit and quickly tore off the jockstrap holding the cup in place. She pulled both cup and strap out, “accidentally” taking my manhood with them. My frank and bean hung out over the top elastic part of the Speedo, and the girls gasped before bursting into laughter. Ms. White saw the scars that indicated that I had once been a full man, and smiled approvingly.
“You might want to tuck that away, young man. Seems like you need all the protection you can get.”
I hastily covered myself back up, wincing as my swimsuit constricted my only ball painfully. Somehow, the shorts seemed smaller than when I had all three gonads intact. My constant vigilance in protect the precious lump had meant I hadn’t removed the cup long enough to jerk off, and it had repaid me by swelling up large enough to fill nearly the entire sac. I waddled off to join the rest of the kids in the pool, attempting to stop my delicate bit from jiggling too much.
All the fear I had of castration went away when I finally got into the pool. After having my sac constrained in that tight cup for weeks, the cool water felt like heaven. It even seemed to help the swelling a bit. I started on laps, sighing with relief as the water washed away all my fears. After all, it’s the last day of the swimming section. After today, I could wear my cup for every period without any redheaded bitch attempting to castrate me. Something rearranged itself in my suit, and I reached down to find my bloated egg dangling outside. I panicked for a second, before realizing how great it felt to have it free for a moment. As long as my bottom half stayed underwater, nobody could tell that I was mostly naked.
I swam up to the wall and looked over at the girls that had laughed at me earlier. Adolescence had done them a ton of favors, and their skimpy bikinis did nothing to hide the fact. I felt constrained again, and realized my dick had stretched my waistband quite a ways away from my belly. The cup had been so tight, I hadn’t gotten a full erection in weeks, and even with most of my balls gone, my cock didn’t fail to impress me. I almost felt like a full man again.
I pushed off the wall, and my body shot forward like a torpedo. Unfortunately, I left one part behind. Five sharp nails were digging into my sac. Its precious cargo was stretched behind me as my pelvis went one way and my nut stayed in place. Pain arced through my manhood once again, and I started tearing desperately at the cruel fingers. As my vision blurred, I thought about how unfair it all was. I only had one more day to go. Whoever was so intent on castrating me starting pulling me down by my delicate nutcords, and I didn’t have the strength to fight her. I screamed, and water filled my lungs.
--
When I first awoke, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Two modest but shapely breasts filled my vision, and their owner bent over to stick her tongue in my mouth. It was that nerdy girl from physics. Katie? Cathy? The brown-haired beauty came out of the lip lock to use her elbows to push her boobs together for me. She bounced up and down on my belly with the heel of her hands, and I realized I was receiving CPR. I wasn’t dead yet.
As my mind started to piece itself together, I was dimly aware of a terrible pain in my nut. Whoever had attacked me had really done a number on it. I could feel the individual nail marks they had left, and my sac felt even more stretched out than before. But there was something else. Some kind of horrible pressure was pressing on my bollock, and I could feel it start to cave. I flailed around wildly, but only managed to convince my savior that I was still in need of CPR.
Her compressions increased in intensity, and I realized that with each bounce downward, the pain sharpened considerably. I strained to look at my ball, but all I could see was her beautiful body. Another push on my belly, and I wretched some water up as my ball came closer to the breaking point.
“You can stop this, you know.”
Between the pain and the near-death experience, I still wasn’t mentally checked in.
“I could break it right now, or we could take you to someone who would hurt you a lot less.”
I started to comprehend what she was saying. She wasn’t my savior. This was Ms. White’s third assistant. My manhood was trapped firmly between her knee and the cold, wet concrete behind. At some point, I had lost my swimsuit. I looked around, desperate for a friendly face. The period must have ended, because most of the kids were inside. The gym teacher was there, grinning wickedly. No help there. The goth girl was on the ground with her legs spread wide. Her face was flushed, and her fingers were stretching out the bottom of her swimsuit as she fucked herself relentlessly to the sight of my damaged good. Michelle watched too, biting her lip with a worried look on her face. As if she cared about my manhood. The scar on my sac told a different story.
“She’s a doctor. Specializes in orchiectomies, penectomies, that sort of thing. She’d knock you out, and cut it right out of you. You’d never feel a thing. No pain at all.”
No pain. I thought of the pain when my middle nut exploded under Jenny’s feet, or Michelle’s heel crushing the right one against my own pelvis. Nothing I had ever felt was a fraction as painful as testicular rupture. I would do anything to avoid a third one. I was naked, surrounded by four ladies who wanted me castrated. One was about to do it.
“Please…don’t (ARrghh) pop it. Just don’t pop it. I’ll (ngh) do anything…”
She smiled, and held a phone to my ear. “When she answers, tell her you want an appointment. Total castration.”
“Hello?” A chocolaty female voice answered the phone. “Please…” The words caught in my throat. “Sir? What do you want?” She was annoyed. I wasn’t begging for her to end my sex life fast enough.
“Please castrate me!”
The line went silent, followed by a slight giggle. “Ok…How many testicles do you have?”
The humiliation was almost too much for me to continue. “Just…Just one. One testicle.”
“Got it. See you soon, Sam.”
The girl shifted her weight, and my remaining sexual organ had its internal structure forcefully rearranged. I passed out again.
THE DOCTOR
Taylor examined herself in the mirror as she got ready for the show. Her doctor’s coat was draped over a plunging V-neck that left most of her dark breasts revealed, with a hint of areola peeking out from the thin fabric. Her miniskirt was mostly a belt, and without panties, the astute observer could spy the tip of her shaved pussy sticking out from beneath the thin strip of cloth. When she bent over, she may as well have been naked.
Taylor, or “Dr. Korodani Kuvunja” as some clients called her, wasn’t a real doctor. Testicular torture had always fascinated her, and after getting her Bachelor’s in anatomy she had gone on to become a professional dominatrix. Black dominatrices were quite rare, so any man desiring one had to come to her. But her really profitable clients didn’t come in willingly. Occasionally, some women brought in a man, knocked out from drugs or extreme groin injuries. She would strap them into the medical stirrups that stood as the centerpiece of her dungeon, and get to work. By the end, the man would be a “man”, and the cameras around the bed would have captured the whole ordeal. The women paid a fair price to have their victim castrated, but the real money came from the video sales online. Somewhere online, there was a huge market for real involuntary castrations, and Taylor had tapped right into it.
She stepped out of her dressing room into the main area. The stirrup chair was filled with the blond jock Joan had brought in. Between his thighs lay the single largest love spud Taylor had ever laid eyes on. The sac was black and blue and blistered, and his groin was completely shaven like all her subjects’. She had given him some painkillers and drugs to knock him out for what was to come. Their balls may bring in big money for her, but she saw no reason to have them suffer through the procedure. Behind him stood Joan and three high school girls, one brunette, one blond, one blackhaired.
Taylor stepped back to adjust the camera so his entire manhood would be kept in view. She wanted to get this show on the road, but they were still waiting on Amy and her roommate. The Asian nurse had been responsible for so many “referrals” in the past, so Taylor didn’t mind waiting for the old friend, but she wasn’t sure how long the others could hold out. The black haired girl was practically drooling at the sight of the poor boy’s doomed testicle, and Taylor was afraid she might just go ahead and pop it herself. Joan had her usual look of avarice when she was ballbusting. The brown haired girl was trying to look composed, but Taylor had a feeling that she was as vicious as the Goth girl. Only the blond one looked uncomfortable with what was about to go down.
Unlike most of her involuntary clients, Sam’s appointment had been scheduled long in advance. Joan had filled her in on all the details, about how she needed his genitals gone so he could swim better, and how she hired several girls to help out. Taylor saw right through the farce. Joan didn’t care about his swimming ability any more than she did. Sometimes, a girl just has to break some balls.
Her doorbell rang, and Taylor rushed outside to let the two guests in. “You’re late.” Amy smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, it’s busy down at the hospital. This is my roommate, Stephanie.” The girl was young, maybe in her mid-20s, with mousy auburn hair and freckles. She had petite breasts that she did her best to bare with a tight tube top. “And I’m Taylor, but call me Doctor when we’re on camera. Come on in.”
She had tried to tell them how large the nut had gotten since Amy last saw it, but neither had really believed her. When they saw the cantaloupe sized egg stretching the poor boy’s sac, both girls gasped in astonishment. Taylor started the cameras.
“Hey out there. Welcome to the 25th installation of my instructional medical castration videos. Our victim…er, subject today is quite an interesting specimen. Although born with three functioning testicles, prior accidents have left him with only one. He’s finally gotten tired of all the abuse, and decided to voluntarily give up his nut to me and my six cute assistants. We thank Sam for his brave sacrifice.”
Taylor snapped on latex gloves and bent over in front of one of the cameras, giving it a great shot of her ass and slit. She cupped the poor lump in both hands, giving it a good squeeze and probing it for weak spots. She pulled it down so viewers could see the abuse she was doling out to the defenseless gonad, as her skilled fingers dug deep into the core of Sam’s manhood.
“I will begin with some manual agitations, to weaken the outer shell. Long time viewers will know how difficult it is to break larger balls, and we’ve never seen a larger one. I hope you boys at home are ready for a long session.” She grinning into the camera as she started to massage his lone ball, digging her fingers into the back of it and scraping them downwards. The boy let out a falsetto wail, and a lovely warm dampness bloomed between her legs. God, she loved her job.
After about five minutes, she twisted the nut around to see her handiwork and frowned. Something was wrong. Usually, there would be deep, dark bruises where her fingers had dug, indicating the separation of the tunica albuginea and the delicate nutmeat inside. But all her work only left some shallow external wounds so far. This nut was even tougher than she’d though.
“Now, it’s my assistants turn to work their magic. Who wants to go first?” Four of them eagerly raised their hands, and Taylor picked the raven haired one with the thick eyeliner. “You can come up, Miss..Um..”
“I’m Jenny. Do you have anything to strap it down with? I don’t want it rolling out of place while I work.”
Taylor smiled. This girl clearly had experience. “Yeah, I’ve got just the thing.” She pulled the orb down so it hung below the table, and strapped the top half of his sac to the table’s edge tightly. Jenny smiled back. “That’s perfect!” She placed her hands on his heels, and slammed her knee upwards. The back of his gonad caught on the bottom of the table, and a CRUNCH echoed throughout the room. This ball was lasting three girls, tops.
“How ya doin, sport?” Taylor whispered into his ear, careful to keep her voice low enough that it wouldn’t pick up on recording; Customers hated it when she broke character during a scene. His eyes swiveled around to meet hers, and his face was a mask of helplessness and terror. Before he could answer, Jenny sent three more quick, brutal knees up between his legs, and he spasmed in agony.
“Please...please don’t…”
Another knee flattened his package against the stainless steel table, and something crunched. The soon-tobe-eunuch’s eyes rolled back, and Jenny slipped her hand beneath her short black skirt. Taylor noted she had wisely gone commando for the event. She sent another knee up and kept it there, jamming the nut into the table for all she was worth. Sam warbled with agony as she rolled the tender orb around between her bony knee and the cold hard table. Taylor had no doubt some...interesting new bruises were opening up all over the remaining third of his manhood.
A flush came over Jenny as her fingers rubbed furiously at her pussy. Some of the other girls blushed, but this one clearly didn’t care what they thought. Taylor had an idea.
“Ms. Jenny, if you’d like some assistance with that…” Taylor gestured, Jenny turned her attention away from her pussy for a second. Her dungeon’s back wall was a veritable climbing wall of sex toys. Dildoes, vibrators, and strapons of all shapes and sizes hung off pegs, and Taylor grinned as the young girl’s eyes went wide at the buffet of pleasure. It was tempting enough to draw her away from her fleshy stresstoy, and Sam sobbed as he finally got some relief.
It was short-lived though. The long, skinny dildo Jenny had picked out slid inside her with hardly any effort, and Jenny gasped in pleasure before sending a flurry of knees into his balls, with a brutality that made her first efforts seem tame.
Taylor looked over at the other girls. The brunette with glasses was watching intently, studying the damage as knee after knee pounded against the boy. Joan was grinning, like she’d been waiting a long time for this. The blonde had the same nauseous, sad look on her face as before, as if she actually felt sorry for him. Joan had told her that the blonde had taken his second to last ball, but Taylor never would have guessed it.
Amy watched on, clearly aroused by the whole situation. Even after dozens and dozens of castrations, watching a ball burst to bits never lost its magic. Her friend, Stephanie, was staring at the centerpiece curiously.
It was time to end this. Other people needed a turn before it popped. “Jenny, one more knee, then it’s Amy’s turn.” Jenny turned around, clearly on the brink of orgasm. Her nipples practically tore holes in her T-shirt, and her mouth was wide open and drooling.
“O…Ok. Just..one more.”
CRUNCH
The girl fell to the ground, fucking herself furiously with the dildo. Taylor rushed over to see what was left of the nut. She had heard that crunch before, and knew that there was no way it was still intact. She really wanted the rest of the girls to get a chance before it was over, but it looked like…
…like that was still possible. Miraculously, the ball had survived the Goth girl’s ravages. Taylor sighed with relief as Amy stepped up to the plate. She unstrapped the organ and pulled out the bottom shelf of the table, resting it tenderly on the cold metal plate. The nurse brought her foot up onto the doomed bollock, and rested its viciously pointed heel right in its center. She was definitely going to be the last girl to have a chance at this one.
The busty nurse bent over her knee, putting all of her weight onto one foot. The bollock contorted grotesquely, but remained in place, its delicate contents barely held together somehow. Taylor hadn’t thought it possible, but it was surviving. Amy noticed something was wrong too, and started to get pissed. She stepped onto the table, keeping her foot where it was. Her other heel met with the first, and she squatted down, putting all of her weight into an area only a couple square inches large. The ball continued to spread out ominously, and Taylor knew it was over soon. Just a couple more seconds…
The metal shelf couldn’t hold Amy’s weight anymore, and snapped off. “Ahhh, fuck!” She cried as she tumbled down graceless with a crash, hissing and grabbing her ankle. “Fuck, I think I twisted something. That really hurt!”
Taylor rushed forward and reached between his legs. Probably not a rupture yet, but surely she must have pulled the ball lose. Surprisirngly though, the meaty orb was still fully attached to its now barely-conscious owner. In fact, not only was nothing ruptured or torn, the huge dent Amy had left was gone. The ball had seemingly healed instantly.
Taylor turned to the blonde girl. “Do you want to go next?” The girl shook her head vigorously, and looked like she was about to throw up. Taylor sighed. “How about you?” The brunette turned, and adjusted her glasses. “Doctor, I’d love to assist, but I’m afraid we’re not going to get much done like this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve studied testicular structure for a long time, and read dozens of papers on the subject.”
“Sweetie, papers aren’t-“
“Subjects which lose a testicle several weeks prior to busting have been observed to build up a thick, protective shell around the remaining ovoid. I haven’t found much information on triorchids, but it seems to me that losing TWO balls would double the protection.”
Taylor frowned. Most guys brought to her had either both intact, or had been half-castrated recently. She didn’t have much experience with guys who had lived for a while with a half full sac. If this girl was right…
“So what do you suggest?”
The brunette grinned. “The nut is protected, but the cords might be weak. It wouldn’t make as great of a video, but we could snip or tear…”
“STOP!!!”
All five of them turned to look at the blonde with big tits. Even Stephanie let up on her attempts to damage the boy.
“What’s wrong, Michelle?”
The girl burst into tears. “Why…Why do we have to do this! What did he do! Can’t we just let him keep the last one?”
Jenny was clearly pissed. “You didn’t seem so concerned about his junk when you were stomping it to pieces. What the hell got into you?”
Michelle’s lip quivered. “That…that was different.”
“Because you don’t get anything out of popping this one?! Some of us have needs, you know! Some of us need to hurt a boy real bad before we come. We can’t just fuck the nearest dick and climax like a whore!”
“Fuck you, bitch!” Michelle leapt at Jenny, and the others struggled to keep the two apart.
The brunette put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “Michelle, look. He’s in a room with six girls who want to break him. There’s thousands more at home eagerly waiting to watch it happen. He’s not going to keep that nut, no matter what we do. We need to do this. We can’t chicken out now.”
Michelle shook her hand off. “Cathy, it’s not fair! All the rest of you…You all love it. I’ve seen how you are when you’re with a boy. You guys can’t get enough of it! But…ballbusting doesn’t do anything for me. It’s not a turn-on at all. I just want to fuck him one last time!”
Cathy chuckled. “Is that all this is about? Taylor, I think I’ve got something that will leave everyone happy. Doctor, do you have any Sildenafil citrate?”
The black dom blinked. “Um, you know I’m not a real…”
“Viagra. Do you have any Viagra?”
“Oh!” Every dom had something for their older partner’s less vigorous days. “Sure thing.”
Taylor grabbed a few pills and slipped them into the unconscious boy’s mouth. A few minutes later, his cock was rock-hard and throbbing, ready for Michelle. The girl was blushing, clearly not used to fucking on camera. But her horniness beat out her trepidation. She slid her thong off and positioned herself over the monster cock, her cute shaven pussy dripping down her thigh. Taylor wondered if she would be able to take it.
She did. Sliding down his length, she gasped loudly, and her gasps turned to shrieks as bounced away. The kid started moaning softly, and Taylor realized the painkillers must have worn off. He was going to be lucky enough to feel his last orgasm. Unfortunately, that meant he would feel the neutering too.
Cathy explained the plan. “In other subjects, the shell prevents them from ejaculating and reduces their sensitivity. However, if they are brought to orgasm, the protection momentarily retracts, leaving their ball sensitive to pressure and whatnot.”
“While Michelle does her job on top, we can do our work down here, weakening it so it’s ready to pulp as soon as he comes.” She turned to Taylor. “Doctor, whose turn is it?”
Taylor was impressed with the girl’s skills. “I think you’ve earned a turn, young lady. Do you want him strapped down?”
Cathy shrugged. “I’m used to doing this type of procedure with much more primitive equipment. I can manage.” She bent down, and held the nut steady with one hand. The cheerleader bouncing on top made it hard for Sam to stay still, and his eyes popped out as his nut cords were pulled mercilessly downwards by the cruel girl between his thighs. He screamed, although whether from pleasure or pain no one could tell. Both of the girls were apparently very good at their job.
Cathy opened her mouth wide to get as much of the nut meat between her teeth as possible and chomped down. The flesh beneath her teeth caved inward, and Taylor gasped as her jaws nearly met. On any other man, her mouth would be full of mushy scrotum, the last drops of his manhood oozing through the tears her teeth left. But her theory about the “outer shell” seemed to be true. The testicle held together, but its owner seemed to be coming apart. He screamed again and thrashed around, but only managed to thrust into Michelle harder and do more damage to his nut.
His shrieks were starting to cover up Michelle’s moans, and Taylor couldn’t take it any more. She straddled his face, covering him up with her fat, pungent pussy lips. “Get me off, and we won’t tell everybody in school what happened to you here.” Taylor knew it was an idle promise; the Goth girl would probably show the video to everyone she knew as soon as it was released. But the desperate jock was in no state of mind to reason about that. He lapped away furiously, his howling muffled by the dominatrix on top of him.
Michelle gasped as she came yet again. Taylor looked over the blonde’s shoulder to see what was going on at the bottom of the table. Cathy had released him, and Amy’s roommate was doing her best to make an impression on the gonad. The nut was swinging loose beneath the table. As large as it was, it looked lonely in the sac. Taylor wished Joan had brought the boy in when all three were intact, so she could see the beauty of an overstuffed scrotum. Stephanie punched the swinging orb, but her aim was sloppy. She hit the side of it, sending it swinging around comically.
She kept batting at it ineffectually. Taylor struggled to give her advice as a talented tongue worked away between her legs. “Sweetie, you’re…you’re not getting anything done like that. You really need a hard surface behind it if you want to do some damage.” Stephanie frowned, and changed her tactics. She uppercut the egg into the table, pressing it against the hard surface for extra leverage, but the slippery orb escaped from her knuckles before she could get a good hit in.
“There’s…there’s some tools on the shelf.” Taylor gasped, and bucked around on the kid as Stephanie’s face lit up. Taylor was close, but she wasn’t ready to leave the wonderful feeling between her legs. She didn’t know what she’d have to promise to get him to eat her out again. The needle-nose pliers could barely fit around any actual man meat, but she finally managed to pinch off a corner of the ball from the back. The boy’s mouth opened so wide that Taylor’s pussy got some relief for a moment, and she sighed as her aching pussy cooled down before smothering him some more.
Finally, Stephanie let go and the last assistant took her place. Out of all the balls she’s watched destroyed, Taylor has never seen a girl as excited as Joan. The redhead stepped between his legs, hefting the oversized testicle in her hand. “Remember me, Sam?” A whimper from beneath Taylor confirmed that he did.
“I’m the one who’s going to pop you,” Joan cooed softly, as if speaking directly to the testicle. “I had to let the girls get both of your brothers. I didn’t want to, but I knew he wouldn’t let me get close to you again. I lost my chance that day in the office.” The blonde started bouncing harder, and her face screwed up as the jock brought her to yet another orgasm. He gasped, even though Joan wasn’t hurting him yet. Her pussy must have tightened and brought him awfully close.
“I would have LOVED to be the one to take both of them. But you’re the last one. The best one.” She gripped it with both hands. “When you’re gone, he’s done. He’s not even a ‘he’ anymore. You’re really all he has left, and I’m taking you away.”
She kissed it, almost tenderly. “Sam, any last words as a man?” The boy was silent, lapping away furiously at the vagina covering his face. Taylor could feel herself on the edge.
Joan shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She dug her nails into the soft meat, and Taylor swore she could hear a crunch.
Then her world went blurry. The most powerful orgasm of her life rocked through her entire body as the doomed boy finally finished her off. Through eyes squinted shut in pleasure, she could see Michelle bucking furiously before finally falling off the cock entirely, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy. A spurt of cum covered the camera in the ceiling with semen, and another glob caught Taylor in the face. Joan was between his thighs, laughing maniacally as her grip sunk deeper and deeper into the oblong sphere.
Then, there was no sphere. Its strong shell finally caved in, and its remains squished into the scrotum and out of his dick. Sam mercifully passed out as his P.E. teacher pulped the last bit of his manhood.
Taylor rolled off his face, basking in her afterglow and surveying the scene.
This was going to make a fantastic video.
EPILOGUE
Joan jumped into the pools with the kids. It was the first day of swimming for 5th period P.E., and some of their basic skills were severely lacking. It was time for a lesson. She looked over at Sam, the eunuch paddling laps back and forth obediently. Usually she had him assist her in this sort of thing, but today he was lacking some pf the necessary equipment.
She scanned through the students, looking for an appropriate subject. Sam had been the first of her champions in the last year, but certainly not the last. Half the swim team was playing without a full deck in the manhood department. A few parents had gotten furious about their boys coming home with a half or completely empty sac, but most welcomed the behavioral changes a decrease in testosterone brought their teenage boys. The ones that had really raised a stink…Well, they were invariably fathers, and Joan had ways of convincing them to calm down.
Her eyes rested on Billy, that blond freshman. He was one of the few freshman boys ballsy enough to wear a Speedo to practice. Literally, in his case; the tiny scrap of fabric frequently lost the struggle to keep his prodigious package fully inside.
“Hey, Billy! Get over here! I need you to volunteer for a lesson for the other kids.”
He swam over, clueless about what was to come. “Gather round, everybody. I’ve noticed a lot of you trying to do backstrokes. It’s embarrassing. You need to be able to float on your back before you can swim.” She pulled Billy over and lay him face up in the water, supporting him with one hand on his shoulders and the other hand on his ass. His swimsuit moved, and Joan was pleased to something stirring. She probed his little asshole with her middle finger, and a small tent formed in his Speedo. Billy’s face turned red, but he dare not defy her. He had heard about what happened to that senior boy.
“To float, you need to lie perfectly flat on your back. Billy, stop bending inward.” The kid had futilely been trying to hide his massive erection under the water. She pushed his butt upward, exposing him and probing deeper. By now, his swimsuit was stretched completely away from his waist, and every girl and boy in class could see his reaction to her advances. She crept her hand forward, moving over his taint and into his nether regions, until she found what she was looking for.
She whispered into his ear. “Not bad, kid. Puberty was kind for you.”The redhead hefted his nuts, feeling their size and shape. As large as it was, the scrotum paled in comparison to her champion’s formerly overstuffed sac. By this point, nobody was paying attention to the floating lesson. Boys were looking on, either in awe or in jealousy, at the throbbing erection barely concealed by the skimpy swimsuit. Girls were giggling at the sight of his embarrassing boner, some of them as beet red as him.
She increased pressure on his testicles, and he looked up at her despairingly. Joan realized that the poor guy was probably a virgin. A moan escaped his lips as she dug fiercely into his full ballsac. Nobody noticed what she was doing to him. “NICE BONER, KID!” Some girl shouted out from the back of the pool, eliciting another round of giggles from the peanut gallery.
Joan looked down in mock surprise, as if she had somehow not noticed until now. “Billy, what have I told you about this! If you feel like the girls in the pool arouse you, masturbate before coming out here! This…this isn’t a strip club, young man! Put that away at once or I’ll do it for you!”
Billy looked up at her with watery eyes. “I…I can’t help it.” His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to deal with the embarrassment of his throbbing cock and the ache of his rapidly deflating balls. Joan zeroed in on the left one, putting all her pressure on it. He shrieked in agony as it began to cave. “I’m…I’m so sorry! Please don’t! please don’t do…” He couldn’t finish. The pain was too much. The ball squished out around her thumb, and Joan felt the tough outer skin begin to tear.
And suddenly, she was squeezing pulp. Something shot out of his cock, and Joan turned away just in time to avoid a facial. The crowd went wild, with the girls shrieking in amusement. Catcalls came from all over the pool.
“Did he just cum from being looked at?”
“Quick shot, huh?”
“Are you ready for round two, stud?”
Joan smirked. None of them realized that his involuntary orgasm was because of a half castration. She probed around his scrotum, finding the remaining half of his man meat.
The kid was still conscious somehow, and started begging for his sex life. “Please, Ms. White! I’m so sorry! I’ll never do that again, I swear! I’ll never get a boner in swim class ever again!”
“You sure won’t, Billy.” She yanked downward, and something tore. His cock finally went limp.
--
Jenny sat at her desk at home, wearing nothing but her new socks and a tight T-shirt. She was idly checking Facebook as her new toy lapped away between her legs. Her parents were gone for the weekend, and some businessman from Europe had recently moved to town. He was married, or divorced, or something, and Jenny was pretty sure his name started with an M. The details really didn’t matter to her. All she cared about was his little dick and his fat wallet. The former was erect and drooling as rested her feet on his sac, while the latter was on the desk, its contents payment for her evening.
She dug her toes a little deeper into his manhood. Jenny heard him squeak pitifully, and the first feel of arousal coursed through her. For a middle aged man, he was singularly bad at cunnilingus. She tried to readjust herself in a feeble attempt to teach him where a clitoris was, but his clumsy tongue managed to avoid even the slightest touch at her love button. She thought back to Andy that one fateful night, and the skillful symphony his tongue had played on her pussy as she changed his life forever. Life as a eunuch with Cathy could only have made him more skilled in the oral arts, and she sighed in jealousy as she put more pressure on the useless sac of flesh beneath her feet.
Jenny opened up her Gmail. Dozens of requests from men flooded her inbox, begging her to kick, squeeze, punch, or otherwise torture their small, big, fragile, or blue balls. She had read it all before. Posting her email address on various ballbusting forums and blogs may have been a little inconvenient, but sad fucks like M gave her the cash to fill her gas tank and buy new eyeliner. A little farther down the page, another message caught her eye.
TO: Jenny McCormick (lilgothballbreaker89@gmail.com)
SUBJECT: Business Opportunity
She almost marked it as spam, before seeing who sent it.
FROM: Dr. Kuvunja (black_busty_buster@yahoo.com)
M somehow managed to hit her clit for the first time in two hours, and Jenny let out a moan of pleasure. Her toes dug a little deeper into the oversized sac as his little cock stood throbbing at attention. It seemed so proud of itself, a meager 4 inch worm that looked like it was about to ruin her good cashmere socks.
Hey Jenny,
I never got the chance to thank you for coming by with Joan. I’ve had a lot of girls assist me in my work, but none have really had the passion or talent you displayed. I know you’re graduating soon, and I was wondering what your plans for after high school are.
Jenny sat up to see the screen a little better, and the delicate organs flattened out beneath her feet. She felt the tap against her knee that they used as a safe word, and she squeezed her knees tighter to keep him from escaping. In addition to her high financial price, M had promised her at least one orgasm before he went back to wherever he came from, and Jenny was not getting blue-balled. He tried to pull away, but she shoved him back down into her pussy and stomped harder.
I could use an assistant, and the video we made has been especially popular online. I’ve gotten thousands of requests to bring you back, and I’d be willing to pay a fair commission if you came and worked for me.
Jenny smiled. College didn’t really seem up her ally, but her asshole of a dad kept bugging her about her future and her education. He always wanted her to go into the medical field, and she could tell him she was interning for a doctor. She moved forward on the seat, momentarily putting her entire weight on M’s manmeat. She felt him scream and try to shake free. With a steady source of income, she wouldn’t have to wait for her parents to leave for the weekend to let creeps like this guy come over and invade her personal space.
Anyway, just let me know when you decide. I really want to work with you again!
-Taylor
The screaming stopped, and Jenny felt something splatter over her legs. She looked down in disgust to see the remains of M’s manhood soaking through her socks. Jenny peeled off the ruined socks and tried to dab as much of the nut butter and mushy testicle bits as she could off of her, but there was too much. She slammed her fist down in frustration on the empty sac, and was surprised to feel some resistance. Probing around, one of the testicles had managed to escape total destruction, although it was close. If she took him to the hospital, they might be able to save it and she could milk the hapless loser for the rest of his credit limit.
She punched him again, and the POP sent her over the edge. Jenny shuddered in pleasure as the man managed a weak final load. He kept his fluids to himself this time, dribbling out onto his legs and belly. Jenny crawled back up to her computer, and started writing her acceptance letter to Taylor.
--
Michelle arrived at school with a bounce in her step. She was almost done with her high school career, and the acceptance letter to her dream school had arrived that morning. She must remember to write Ms. White a thank-you letter for her glowing recommendation.
She was so elated, she didn’t watch where she was going and slammed boobs-first into some short kid, bowling him over and scattering his school supplies across the hall.
“Oh jeez! Sorry about that!” She bent over to help him up, “accidentally” giving him an eyeful of her heaving rack. He looked like a freshman, and she knew how vulnerable the new boys were to a couple of bare tits. Maybe she could take him out after school for a little fun. She stared down at his crotch for the inevitable tenting, but nothing came up. She frowned.
“It’s o-ok! Oh!” The kid stood up, and Michelle squinted at him. Where had she seen him before? He was weasly and scrawny, with noodly little arms. Could it be-
“I uh-I never got a chance to apologize to you.” He avoided her gaze. She couldn’t believe this little shrimp nearly violated her almost a year ago. It seemed like puberty had skipped him over entirely. He hadn’t aged at all.
whattu
“For trying to rape me?”
“Ye…yeah. I…it was fucked up. I’m just really sorry.”
Michelle felt a twinge of sympathy. She didn’t want to get raped, but very few boys deserved to lose a testicle. She thought back to Sam, a little guilty for what she did to him. Although she had only taken one of three, she had indirectly helped with the last one. There was no point apologizing to the eunuch, but maybe she could make amends with this one-nut.
“Don’t worry about it. I was practically raping you anyway.” She got close to him, and slid her hand underneath his belt. He gasped, like this was the first time anyone else had ever touched his genitals. Michelle couldn’t believe he was a sophomore. “Maybe you’ve lost a nut, but you’ve still got that fat dick I loved so much.” She grabbed his sac, and was surprised to find it completely full. She rolled it around, trying to figure out which was fake. They both felt nearly identical. The doctors had done a fantastic job with it. Michelle found the one that must have been rubber, and dug her nail into it.
“Nghh..Please…please stop.” A tear rolled down the boy’s cheek. Michelle extracted her finger sheepishly. It must have been the wrong nut. “Sorry. I’m not going to castrate you. I just want to fuck. Take that big, fat prick up my cunt. Seriously, I’m sopping wet right now. Skip your next class, and let’s go back to that bathroom.”
She reached for his swollen, aching….shrunken, flaccid dick. Now something was seriously wrong. Half the guys in the school would have blown their loads by now. The other half would have bent her over right then and there.
“I lost the other one. I can’t…I can’t fuck you. I’m sorry. My dick doesn’t work any more.” He was sobbing now. Her sympathy turned to pity, then disgust. The “boy” looked up at her despairingly. “I want to be a man again. I want to want you so badly. But I can’t. It’s…useless.”
He sniffled, and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Are…are they convincing? Did you think I still had one?”
Michelle probed deeper, and realized how foolish she had been. His fake balls didn’t even have cords keeping them anchored to his abdomen.
“No. They’re obviously fake.” She withdrew her hand from the poor facsimile of manhood and walked to her next class, leaving the eunuch alone in the hallway.
--
Stephanie spun around on the chair behind the register, bored out of her mind. She had sold a few of those blasted one-nut cups, but not enough to empty her huge backlog. Her campaign to bust up enough nuts to drive demand had been a terrible failure. She had managed a couple of ruptures, and had even seen her victims come into the store for something. But as soon as they saw their attacker sitting behind the counter, they turned tail and ran. She couldn’t sell to anyone she busted, so she just had to sit and wait for other girls to spontaneously damage some eggs. Which wasn’t exactly the best business plan.
The bell on her door jingled, and Stephanie anxiously sat up to see if it was a half-man looking for some protection. Her heart sank when Cathy entered. She and Stephanie had become fast friends since the incident at Taylor’s last year, and she was glad to see her friend in such a good mood. But Cathy didn’t have anything to protect under her plaid skirt.
“Hey girl! Guess who just made it into UCB!” Stephanie was happy that her friend had made it into her dream school, and smiled wanly. “That’s…That’s great. I’m really happy for you.”
“What’s wrong, girlfriend?” Stephanie’s smile disappeared. “I might have to shut down soon. These goddamn one-nuts aren’t buying any cups!”
Cathy grinned. “Stephanie, me and Michelle are living together next year. We…might be able to help you. You know, we’ll only be an hour drive from here. Maybe we can convince a few boys of how worthwhile your products are…”
Stephanie lit up. “When would you start?”
Cathy glanced over at the baseball section. Some college boy was checking out bats, swinging them for weight and feel. She walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, you play baseball, right? Can you settle an argument for me and my friend?”
The boy turned around. “Uh, sure.”
“How many strikes does it take to get a guy out?”
“Um…Three. Three strikes.”
“Really? I thought it was only two.”
Her knee was a blur between his legs. When he collapsed, cross-eyed, she spread him out, using her hands to keep his legs open. Her foot rested comfortably on the right half of his crotch.
As Cathy shifted her weight forward, Stephanie smiled. Maybe she could stay in business after all.
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