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“It’s not fair,” Paige said, trying to stop her voice from shaking as she looked at Dr. Palmer’s impassive face. Paige had always found Dr. Palmer intimidating. Something about the way that her sleek blonde hair was always pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, the way that her slender body always seemed to be poised for action, and the way that her eyes fixed sternly on her students always made Paige feel insecure. 

Now, sitting across the desk from her teacher, Paige felt like crying, but she knew that she had to make her case. It was only her first semester in veterinary school, but if she failed this course, it was going to be her last. And she shouldn’t fail! The 1-credit “Professional Skills Practice” course was just meant to give new students a taste of what life as a vet would be like. The work for the class consisted of going to a local veterinary clinic four times with a partner. One student was supposed to assist the staff with whatever they needed that day, while the other student observed and took notes. Then, the first student was supposed to read the notes and write a one-paragraph response. It should have been easy points! 

But the partner she was assigned, Chris, who was silently brooding in the chair next to her, had missed three meetings because “something came up” with his girlfriend. So, Paige had done the physical work all four times, but didn’t have a chance to take notes and only one chance to respond to his notes. Now she was going to fail the class. 

That meant she was going to lose her scholarship, which was the only way that she could afford to be here, and she would have to drop out and start paying back all the loans from the years she spent in college preparing for veterinary school without any chance of getting the job she’d been planning on. 

“And it’s Chris’s fault, not mine! Please, Dr. Palmer, just grade the work that I could do so I can say in school,” she pleaded.  

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Chris sneered, shifting his athletic body forward, “I said we could reschedule some other time. Now I’m failing too because of you, and my parents are going to be pissed that they have to pay for me to retake the class.”  

“Reschedule?” Paige snapped, “Every time I tried to reschedule you always had something with your girlfriend!” 

“I think you’re jealous of my girlfriend,” Chris smirked. 

Paige felt like she was going to scream. Chris’s comment stung because, as unfair as it was, there was some truth in it. Although Paige regularly caught guys, including Chris, checking out her ample chest, slender waist, and sleek legs, Paige had still never had a serious boyfriend. Mostly because guys are such huge jerks. Even now, though, her eyes drifted to Chris’s crotch, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to be with a guy as well-endowed as the large mound in the front of Chris’s shorts suggested he was. 

Paige was enjoying the thought more than she would ever admit when Dr. Palmer’s crisp, stern voice broke in: “You’re both clearly upset. Let’s focus on what would be a fair way to fix this situation.” 

Tonya Palmer realized that the situation was her fault too. This was her first time teaching the class. She’d actually stopped teaching at the veterinary school five years ago to open her own clinic upstate. When the regular teacher unexpectedly resigned because of a family issue, she agreed to fill in. She didn’t realize until the class was over that she should have been regularly checking who missed their appointments to avoid exactly this situation. 

Paige’s excruciatingly anxious expression struck a chord with Tonya. Physically, Paige could have been mistaken for Tonya’s daughter. She had the same blonde hair, though Paige’s hung loose to her shoulders. Tonya noted with some envy that Paige had much larger breasts than Tonya. She was taller than Tonya too, but she carried herself so meekly that she seemed smaller than she actually was. 

Tonya turned her gaze to Chris’s chiseled face, his mussy brown hair, and the look of arrogant overconfidence that she recognized from most of the guys that she had gone to school with. She made up her mind what to do. 

“I can’t grade work you didn’t do,” she explained in an even tone, “and it’s too late to schedule more visits to the clinic. So, I am going to give you one chance to do an extra credit project with me here today for enough points that you can both pass the class. Does that should fair?” 

“Yes, thank you!” exclaimed Paige as her face lit up. 

“Yeah, ok,” Chris shrugged, “What’s the project?” 

“Neutering,” Dr. Palmer said, betraying hint of amusement. She then looked directly at Paige and added, “I think you’ll find it’s a surprisingly satisfying procedure.” It was the first time that Paige had seen Dr. Palmer smile, and it gave her an unexpected warm feeling. 

~~ 

Dr. Palmer led the students to one of the surgery demonstration rooms. Because classes were over, there was nobody in it. In fact, they were probably the only three people in the building at all. 

“I’m going to teach you some skills that you normally wouldn’t learn until your third year. Then I’m going to test you on what you’ve learned,” Dr. Palmer explained, “For the demonstration, we’ll do a little roleplaying. Chris, you’re going to play the part of the dog.” 

Paige snorted with a suppressed laugh, and Chris exclaimed, “What? Why?” 

“Because some things are easier to visualize with a physical body,” Dr. Palmer explained as she set up the largest v-shaped immobilizer trough on the surgical table, “Plus, you have the anatomical features for the part.” 

Dr. Palmer gave a teasing look at the bulge in the front of Chris’s nylon shorts, and he blushed, surprised that the teacher was looking at him in that way but proud that his package was large enough to attract her attention.  

“Plus,” Dr. Palmer added offhandedly, “This means you can lean back and relax on the table while Paige does all the work. Climb into the trough, and I’ll demonstrate positioning.” Always happy to do less of the work, Chris hoisted himself into the immobilizer trough. 

“Normally, the dog would be sedated and monitored at this time,” Dr. Palmer continued, “But because we're not really going to deprive Chris of his reproductive organs today, there’s no need for that, we can just pretend.” 

Both Chris and Paige reacted with different types of nervous laughter, and Dr. Palmer used the opportunity to tighten the restraint straps over Chris’s torso. “These straps would hold the dog in position. Can you sit up, Chris?” 

He tried but found the three straps surprisingly tight. “No,” he reluctantly admitted, trying not to sound as vulnerable as he felt. 

“Good,” Dr. Palmer smiled, “That will make the rest of the demonstration easier. At this point, a vet would prepare the area. Let’s see what we’d be working with.” Abruptly, she yanked Chris’s shorts and boxers completely off. 

“Wow,” Paige gasped in surprise. She honestly didn’t believe that guys as well-endowed as Chris existed in real life. Even limp, his cock was the size of a large cucumber, and his balls were like two massive eggs. No wonder his girlfriend wanted him around all the time. If she had a boyfriend that huge, she would be on him all the time. She couldn’t help imagining him swelling inside of her and wondered if he might even be too big. Could she take all of that, or would it be too painful? The thought made her tingle. 

In the meantime, Chris had reacted by trying to cover himself, but before he could work his hands out to the restraint straps, Dr. Palmer had pulled two zip ties from her pockets and with amazing speed and efficiency secured his hands to the straps. 

“Chris, I just want Paige to have a good visual while I explain the procedure,” Dr. Palmer said soothingly has she gently fondled his cock, watching it grow to an even more impressive size in her hand, “We aren’t going to hurt you. And this feels good, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” Chis admitted in a quivering voice, “but unfasten me.” 

“No,” Dr. Palmer said firmly, “This is part of the game and part of the lesson. Even more important than passing this class, you’ll leave with a new understanding of how vulnerable you are. And Paige, you’ll learn how much power you really have. Doesn’t that sound great!” 

“Seriously?” Paige asked, surprised at how excited she was to see Chris totally defenseless in front of her. 

“This is fucked up,” Chris complained. 

“You aren’t really in a position to do anything about it,” Dr. Palmer said icily as she moved her hand from Chris’s dick to his balls and gripped them firmly. They barely fit in her palm, and Paige felt her crotch dampen as Dr. Palmer squeezed and Chris’s massive eggs bulged out between her fingers. He let out a comically high-pitched squeal, and Paige giggled. 

“Are you going to stop complaining?” Dr. Palmer asked flatly. 

“Yes, please stop,” he whimpered. 

“It’s surprisingly easy to correct a lot of male behavior once you have them by the balls,” Dr. Palmer said chipperly to Paige. 

Paige grinned. Embarrassingly, the only thing that she could think to say was “Hot!” 

“It is,” Dr. Palmer chuckled, “But sometimes the best way to get a result you want is simply to neuter a guy. Would you like to learn that procedure?” 

“Yes,” Paige answered quickly and then blushed, embarrassed by her own eagerness. 

“The first step is usually to shave the area, but it looks like Chris is already surprisingly well-groomed. Do we have your girlfriend to thank for that?” 

“Yeah,” Chris muttered. 

“I’m glad to hear that she can be a good influence when she isn’t motivating you to blow off class,” Dr. Palmer joked (and Paige laughed), “So, I think that we can move directly to the antiseptic scrub. This is going to feel cold, Chris, try not to squirm.” 

Dr. Palmer poured antiseptic solution on a gauze pad and began vigorously scrubbing Chris’s sac. Paige giggled as his huge balls bounced around comically. She thought that guy’s balls were supposed to be really sensitive and was surprised that Chris didn’t seem to be in much pain. He vocalized small sounds of discomfort and concern, but only made high, yelping noises when Dr. Palmer occasionally squeezed them roughly. 

Dr. Palmer paused, gripping one of Chris’s nuts in the gauze, and turned to Paige. “Do you see how it’s done?” she asked, making meaningful eye contact, “You can try this if you want.” Paige’s eyes widened as Dr. Palmer deliberately squeezed Chris’s nut between her thumb and index finger, and he helped in pain. 

Was Dr. Palmer really inviting her to deliberately hurt Chris’s balls? When she was mad, she had definitely imagined punching or kicking him in the balls, but not as something she would seriously do. Her parents had raised her to believe that targeting a guy there was maybe the most unspeakably horrible thing a girl could do! She couldn’t really hurt a guy there on purpose, could she? 

But Chris’s bare, unprotected balls looked so tempting, hanging there red from the antiseptic scrub, and the noises he made when Dr. Palmer squeezed were so funny. She had to feel what it was like to cause a guy to make those noises. 

“Ok,” she said timidly and reached for the gauze. 

She rubbed tentatively at first, experiencing small, almost electric thrills as she felt Chris’s nuts slip around under the gauze. She was too nervous to do more until Dr. Palmer said, “Don’t be afraid to scrub more aggressively” and gave Paige a knowing smile while she made a clamping gesture with her thumb and index finger, too low for Chris to see. 

This was all the encouragement that Paige needed. She felt Chris’s balls carefully through the gauze and found that the right one was slightly bigger. She trapped it between her thumb and finger, like Dr. Palmer had shown her, and squeezed. Chris yelped in pain and the exhilarating feeling of power made Paige clamp harder. She felt her fingernail press into the soft orb and felt it deform and bulge as Chris’s inarticulate yelps turned into desperate pleas: “Stop! Please! You’re going to pop my ball!” 

Paige let go, reddening with guilt that she had let herself get carried away. 

“Stop exaggerating, Chris,” Dr. Palmer said coldly, “Paige is just learning this technique and if you don’t stop freaking out, you’re going to make her afraid to be as vigorous as she should be to get the job done.” 

She then turned comfortingly to Paige and said, “You were doing it right. You can keep going if you like. Just be sure to get the full area scrubbed.” Dr. Palmer grinned, and Paige knew exactly what she meant. 

Her feelings of guilt were soon overcome by her excitement at this unbelievable opportunity. She only gave a slight pretense of scrubbing Chris’s sac and almost immediately trapped his left nut. It was smaller but still remarkably large. She squeezed hard and felt the exhilarating rush of power as Chris yelped, whimpered, and started to beg again. 

“It seems,” Dr. Palmer said thoughtfully, “that in addition to having unusually large testicles, Chris also has unusually sensitive ones. Fortunately for him, the next step of the neutering process is the administration of anesthetic. I think that we should do that step for real. It will keep him from complaining while we handle his equipment during the rest of the demonstration.” 

Paige realized that Dr. Palmer was looking expectantly at her, so she nervously replied, “Uh, yeah, sure.” She was disappointed that it seemed like her fun tormenting Chris’s balls was about to end, but she was intrigued to see where Dr. Palmer was going with this. 

“For an animal of this size, 540 milligrams of bupivacaine should be sufficient to numb the testicles,” Dr. Palmer said casually as she prepared a large syringe. 

“You’re not really going to stick that in my balls are you?” Chris asked in a high, panicked voice as he started to thrash against the restraints again. 

Dr. Palmer put down the syringe and strolled calmly to look down directly into his eyes. “Calm down,” she soothed, “It won’t damage your precious testicles. It will just numb them so you won’t be so overreactive for the rest of our little demonstration. As much as you complained during that gentle scrubbing, you should appreciate that we’re being kind enough to numb them. There’s going to be a lot of pulling and poking while I show Paige what a real neutering would be like. If you don’t stop flailing around, there’s a risk we might really damage you, so I’m going to give you this, too....” 

In a fluid movement, Dr. Palmer pulled a smaller syringe from the pocket of her lab coat and thrust it into Chris’s bicep. He let out a surprised cry but stopped struggling as he looked up at Dr. Palmer in disbelief. 

“It’s just a general sedative,” Dr. Palmer said reassuringly, “not even enough to knock you out, just help you chill out so that we can get through this lesson.” Chris’s eyes were already starting to look glassy, and he emitted a small whining sound. Paige couldn’t help giggling as Chris futilely tried to close his legs over his vulnerably balls and scrunch up the immobilizer trough as far as he could. 

But his efforts were pointless. Dr. Palmer simply strolled to the end of the table, grabbed his left ball (the smaller of the two) firmly in one hand and the large syringe in the other and lined up the injection. Paige held her breath, wondering if Dr. Palmer was really going to stick the syringe in Chris’s meaty nut. She felt bad for Chris. She knew that he must be experiencing every guy’s worst nightmare. But as she watched Dr. Palmer holding the needle centimeters away from Chris’s irritated, red skin, she bit her lip hoping that she would see it sink deep into his ball. It wasn’t even that she was still mad at Chris, crushing his balls in her own fingers had somehow satisfyingly released all of the anger she felt towards him. But she was now brimming with restless curiosity to see how Chris would react. 

“Hold very still,” Dr. Plamer said seriously, “The needle has to go in perfectly straight. Any movement risks damaging the interior of the testicles and permanently shrinking these exceptional specimens.” 

That got Chris to hold rigidly still. Paige noticed with amusement that he was even holding his breath to try to avoid damaging his most important organs. Dr. Palmer plunged the needle in, and Chris wailed but tried his best to hold still. 

Dr. Palmer pressed the plunger down, delivering the anesthetic. To Paige’s surprise, though, Dr. Palmer didn’t pull the needle out. Instead, she began to twirl it methodically in small circles. 

“Remember,” Dr. Palmer said in a voice both commanding and reassuring, “hold totally still. Any movement while the needle is in there could permanently shrink these delicate organs.” 

The knowledge that Dr. Palmer was deliberately, permanently damaging one of Chris’s enormous balls while he was literally too scared to move made a hot, tingly feeling rise through Paige’s chest and neck, and her face reddened. Was this embarrassment or excitement? She had nothing to be embarrassed about. Chris was the one going down a nut size. But she palpably felt the humiliation of his situation. In a strange, wonderful sensation she was simultaneously empathizing with his humiliation and experiencing it as a visceral feeling of her own superiority. 

After what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds, Dr. Palmer pulled out the syringe and asked Paige casually, “Would you like to do the other one?”  

“Can I?” Paige gasped, wide-eyed and breathless. 

“No,” Chris exclaimed, looking pleadingly at the two women. The general sedative was clearly having an effect, though, because he didn’t struggle. 

“You don’t have a say in this,” Dr. Palmer grinned, “This is an educational experience for Paige, too. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m not going to let her do every part of the procedure for real. After one more little poke, you won’t even feel the rest of the demonstration.” 

“Ok,” Paige said smiling eagerly at Dr. Palmer, “I want to do what you did.” 

Looking into Paige’s expectant eyes, Dr. Palmer knew that her instinct about the younger woman had been correct and that the rest of the demonstration was going to be highly satisfying for both of them. 

Paige hesitantly reached forward, and Chris made a defeated sound halfway between a groan and a whimper that told her that he didn’t like the feeling of having his biggest ball firmly in her grip. But he was holding as still for her as he had for Dr. Palmer, and the look of terror on his face gave her a raw feeling of power that helped her overcome all of the conditioning that told her it was wrong to take advantage of a guy’s “weak spot.” With a decisive jab, she thrust the syringe into the center of his ball. Chris screamed even louder than he had the first time, and his body shook as Paige pressed the plunger to flood his nut with anesthetic. 

“Don’t let his noises distract you,” Dr. Palmer said reassuringly, “the second injection always hurts worse than the first because of how tense the patient has become. But it’s nothing that he can’t handle. Just take your time and go very, very slowly with the anesthetic, and remember that any movement of the needle might damage and shrink his testicle.” As she said this, she demonstrated the small circling movement with her hand, too low for Chris to see even if his eyes weren’t tightly shut in pain. 

Can I really do this? Paige wondered. I might hurt his chances of having kids, or lower his testosterone. He must be proud of having such big balls, what if this shrinks them to average size? Even as she mentally debated these things, the thoughts caused a warm dampness between her legs. 

She began to slowly rotate her wrist, mirroring the small circles that Dr. Palmer was pantomiming. With satisfaction, she felt the needle pushing through resistance and imagined the magnificent egg in her hand shriveling like a deflating balloon. How long could she keep doing this, she wondered. 

As if Dr. Palmer had read her mind, she said calmly, “There’s no need to rush. Administer the anesthetic as slowly as you want.” 

Paige took a deep breath that filled her body with confidence, and she decided to take her time and enjoy the feeling. When was she ever again going to have the chance to radically reshape a guy’s reference point for his entire masculinity. What would happen to his self-esteem, she thought with a grin, if she kept going until he just has a sad little raisin where a might plum had once been? 

She thought that she should stir this one a little bit longer than Dr. Palmer had done it to his other one. After all, this one was bigger to begin with, so maybe she could even them up. The idea of slowly whittling down one and then the other trying to get them to match made her suppress a giggle, and she decided to stop before she got carried away. 

“Uh, I hope I did that right,” she said uncertainly as she pulled the syringe out. 

“You’re doing great,” Dr. Palmer smiled warmly and then added in a whisper, “just relax and have fun!” 

Paige smiled broadly, fully admitting to herself how much fun it was to play with Chris’s totally defenseless balls. 

“We should check that the anesthetic is working,” Dr. Palmer said with a mischievous grin, “this isn’t a normal part of the procedure, but under these unique circumstances, I think that a rigorous test is in order. Paige, have you ever punched a guy in his testicles?” 

“No!” Paige giggled in disbelief. 

“Why not?” Dr. Palmer coaxed. 

“Well, uh,” Paige blushed, “Can’t you damage a guy like that?” 

“You might do some damage,” Dr. Palmer shrugged, “but unless you really mean to, you are much more likely to break his ego than his sex organs. Go ahead, give them a solid punch!” 

Paige looked anxiously at Dr. Palmer while Chris begged, “Please, don’t let her do that! She might fuck up my nuts!” Then she looked into Chris’s eyes. Behind the glassiness from the sedative and the obvious concern for the safety of his nuts, she saw something else. She wasn’t sure what to call it. It was more than “respect” or “fear” or even “awe” or “reverence.” It was a raw recognition of his own inferiority to her. 

She wished that all guys looked at her that way all the time. She wanted to lock that feeling in his mind forever. With a smile, she took a deep breath and drove her knuckles into Chris’s crotch, sending his balls bouncing. 

She couldn’t help bursting out in laughter at the terror in his face as his cry of “No!” devolved into inarticulate screeches and sputters. Eventually he managed to pant, “Are my balls ok? I can’t feel them!” 

“The anesthetic is working then,” Dr. Palmer said, “But do you see how panicked he still is?” As she spoke, she began to kneed his balls in her fingers again. Paige was amused by the fact that, because Chris couldn’t feel what Dr. Palmer was doing, he sometimes looked most panicked when she was barely squeezing them but managed to calm himself when her fingernails were digging deep into his bulging nuggets. 

“He’s not primarily afraid of the pain,” Dr. Palmer continued in her teacherly tone, “He’s most terrified of losing these fragile pieces of flesh. Aren’t you, Chris?” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Chris admitted in a trembling, respectful voice. 

“See!” Dr. Palmer proclaimed cheerfully, “You’ve both learned a lot from this lesson already. Do you see how compliant and well-mannered guys get when they realize what you can take away from them if you want? We could end the lesson here. Most of the time, the threat is enough. But for humans just like other animals, sometimes neutering is better for everyone. What do you say, Paige, do you want to learn the rest of the technique?” 

“Yes!” she exclaimed without hesitation. 

“No!” Chris begged, “You can’t really let her cut off my balls!” 

“Shh,” Dr. Palmer said softly, “I didn’t say that I was going to let her cut off your balls. This is just a demonstration. I know that losing your enormous testicles would mean more than just losing your ability to reproduce or losing all of the hormones that keep you so muscular and give you a sex drive. It would even be more than losing your manhood. It would crush your ego and probably reduce you to a sad, submissive wreck. So, I understand why you’re scared. But I already told you not to worry about any of that for real. I’ll give you some more of this to help you stay calm.” She injected another dose of sedative into his bicep and his entire body went limp as he tried to keep his eyes focused on Paige’s grinning face. 

“The next step, if we were doing this for real,” Dr. Palmer explained as she positioned herself and picked up a scalpel, “would be to make an incision in the center of the scrotum, just about here.” She slowly ran the scalpel down the center of Chris’s sac. 

Paige gasped as a red line of blood appeared between the mounds of Chris plump nuts. Dr. Palmer wasn’t really going to cut his balls off, was she? A wave of guilt hit Paige. Chris was infuriatingly arrogant, but he didn’t deserve castration! Even so, the thought of how easily they could take his balls triggered an urge that seemed to radiate from the pit of Paige’s stomach through her entire body. As she felt herself starting to breathe faster, she made a conscious effort to keep her face neutral so that Chris wouldn’t know anything exciting was happening. 

Dr. Plamer’s steady hand had now opened a two-inch slit in Chris’s ball bag. “If we were doing this for real,” Dr. Palmer said with a conspiratorial grin, “we would exteriorize one of the testicles now.” As she spoke, her deft fingers were already manipulating Chris’s left nut up to the slit. As it came into view at the mouth of the slit, Dr. Palmer began to lightly pass the scalpel over it again, like a master painter gently applying the thinnest layer of paint. “You’ll have to cut through some subcutaneous tissue to fully free one, but that’s not much trouble. The line between safe, healthy testicles and helpless biological waste is surprisingly thin!” 

As she spoke, Chris’s ghostly pale testicle lurched out of the opening. It looked more than helpless, its totally vulnerability gave Paige an almost irresistible impulse to squeeze it until it popped like an over-ripe grape. 

“Any remaining connective tissue can easily be wiped away with a square of gauze,” Dr. Palmer said mater-of-factly as she did just that. The result was that Dr. Palmer was now pulling Chris’s left nut away from his body, with only the tenuous strand of his spermatic cord preserving it as Chris’s possession rather than hers. Paige felt another primal tremor of excitement as she thought about how easily she could rip Chris’s nut from him if she wanted. 

“With the spermatic cord isolated,” Dr. Palmer continued, “you can clamp it off to stop blood flow to the organ.” Dr. Palmer nonchalantly closed a stainless-steel clamp on the cord, and Paige’s legs felt weak as she thought about how Chris’s nut must already be slowly, imperceptibly dying without circulation. Would they be able to save it if Dr. Palmer took the clamp off now? Did she plan too? Would cutting one off be such a horrible thing? He has two. 

“Next, suture below the clamp with at least a 2-0 gauge for large dogs, probably a 2 in this case,” Dr. Palmer said, and after a moment Paige realized that she was waiting for her. 

“Me?” Paige asked wide-eyed with a flood of excitement, shock, and disbelief. 

“You’ve already learned how to do a miller’s knot, haven’t you?” Dr. Palmer asked encouragingly, “Come on, show me on this bed sheet.” 

With shaking hands, Paige prepared the ligature and used the needle drivers to loop it around Chris’s spermatic cord. 

“Three times,” Dr. Palmer whispered, and Paige concentrated on keeping her hands steady for each knot. She was so intently focused on the technique that it wasn’t until she was pulling the last knot tight and watching the ligature dig deep into Chris’s fleshy cord, that she appreciated the fact that she had more effectively cut off the blood supply to Chris’s nut than Dr. Palmer had. The clamp could be removed now, but until the sutures dissolved or were removed, not a drop of oxygenated blood was getting to that ball. These knots in his cord were the nails in his nut’s coffin, she thought with a grin and unexpectedly felt her crotch getting more damp. If Dr. Palmer actually de-balls him, I might have to excuse myself, she thought, wishing that she could slip her hand into her own shorts at that moment. 

“All it takes after that is simple snip!” Dr. Palmer announced gleefully as she pulled the cord taut and picked up a pair of surgical scissors. The scissors sliced through the cord effortlessly, and Dr. Palmer tossed the severed ball into a small tray in front of Paige. 

Smirking at the useless piece of pale flesh, Dr. Palmer said, “We’re halfway done!” 

 

*Part 1 did not contain actual castration (just ball busting and castration threats), so because of rule 8 I didn't post it here, but you can find it free here, and Part 2 stands alone all by itself as a full story. I hope you enjoy!*

Favor for an Ex-Girlfriend

Even though this was only pretend, when we walked into the clinic, I felt a very real sensation of how humiliating it would be to submit to being castrated. It was clear from the way that I skulked sheepishly behind Michelle as she excitedly rushed in that we had very different attitudes about the appointment. 

She bounced to the counter and greeted the receptionist, a young woman in black scrubs that matched her short, bobbed hair, by announcing exuberantly, “Hi! We’re here to see Dr. Smith, it’s about scheduling my boyfriend’s castration!” I was too embarrassed to look at the other people in the waiting room, but I could tell by the sudden silence that they were all looking at us. 

The receptionist fixed her dark eyes on me with a bemused smirk, and I looked down at my feet while a blush heated my cheek. “No problem,” she chirped, “I’ll get you checked in, and Dr. Smith should be ready for you soon.” Michelle gave the receptionist my name and insurance information, and the receptionist’s fingers flicked quickly over her keyboard. 

“It looks like there’s a referral letter in the system from a therapist,” she said and then paused and her eyes widened. With a flash of mortification, I realized she must be reading the letter. “Nice!” she exclaimed with a broad smile. She slyly eyed the chastity cage key that was hanging on a necklace against Michelle’s bosom, and gave Michelle a nod of admiration before saying, “You’re all set, Dr. Smith will see you soon.” 

As we sat down, the receptionist whispered, “Hey, Aditi, check this out!” and a thin, youngish nurse bent down to read the computer screen. I tried to ignore the giggles of the two girls as they read Ann’s letter. 

After a few minutes, the nurse, still smiling broadly, strolled around the counter and called my name. I hesitated for a moment, too embarrassed to make eye contact. But Michelle sprung up quickly and. “He’s a little nervous about getting fixed. It’s best if you just talk to me.” 

“I bet he is!” Aditi laughed, “I mean it doesn’t hurt or anything, but most guys, uh, I mean, I’ve never seen a guy get this operation without a really good reason.” 

“He has a really good reason,” Michelle remarked as she followed Aditi toward an examination room and I trailed behind, “I want him neutered. Tell the nurse that’s a good reason, honey.” 

“It’s a very good reason,” I croaked in embarrassment, not looking up. 

“Wow, that’s just... wow!” Aditi laughed and then dropping her voice to a whisper leaned in and asked Michelle, “What did he do?” 

“Nothing,” Michelle smiled reassuringly, “I just decided that I don’t want him to be capable of doing anything that I don’t want him to be able to do anymore. Ya know?” 

“I guess so,” Aditi giggled as she ushered us into the exam room. She had me step on a scale and asked a few general medical history questions, which I answered at Michelle’s command. Aditi seemed impressed by the entire interaction and grinned as she told Michelle, “Dr. Smith will come by soon to explain the operation. I hope it doesn’t scare him too much!” 

“Don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “It won’t make any difference.” The two women shared a knowing, satisfied look, and Aditi gave me a little wave as she left. I had been trying not to notice how attractive she was, with her sleek hair, dark eyes and playful smile. While Ann and Michelle had my cock locked, I couldn’t appreciate female beauty without a pang of suffering knowing that any mental stimulation would just lead to uncomfortable physical longing. As I took in Aditi’s amusement at the idea that Michelle was going to have me castrated, I felt like my current situation was worse than castration. At the same time, the feeling made me more eager to please Michelle, so I bowed my head and stayed silent until Dr. Smith entered. 

Dr. Smith was a tall blonde woman, who would have been intimidating even if my ego hadn’t been crushed by the situation that Michelle had me in. “I have to admit,” she said in a pleasant but businesslike tone, “I haven’t encountered something quite like this before. The referral letter says that you want to be totally emasculated. Is that right?” 

I glanced nervously at Michelle, who said calmly, “Tell the doctor you want to be neutered.” 

“Yes, Miss,” I said reflexively, “I want to be neutered.” I blushed, and Dr. Smith laughed in surprise at my quick obedience. 

“You want a full nullification?” she asked, recovering her professional composure, “And you understand what that means? Your genitals will be removed, which will make you incapable of physical pleasure there and unable to father biological children.” 

I looked at Michelle, who nodded. “Yes,” I said with my eyes fixed on the floor. 

“He doesn’t have sex anyway. You know that his dick’s been locked up for two years, right?” Michelle added, cheerfully jangling the key, “and I don’t want kids.” 

Dr. Smith looked from Michelle to me in disbelief and then, fixing her eyes intently on me asked, “You understand that this operation is irreversible, right? After the operation, they will be gone forever.” 

I looked at Michelle, who was smirking. “Tell the doctor you understand,” she commanded. 

“I understand,” I said, looking at the ground again.  

“Well,” Dr. Smith said thoughtfully, “this is unusual, but the referral is in order, and if you sign the consent form, there’s no legal reason that I shouldn’t perform the operation. I’ll explain the procedure so that you fully understand what will happen. Then, you can make an informed decision to sign the form.” 

As Dr. Smith described the operation step-by-step, Michelle listened and nodded with obvious excitement. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I felt like the room was spinning. Can someone pass out from embarrassment? I was so preoccupied with anxious thoughts about how much Michelle seemed to really want me castrated that I barely followed what Dr. Smith was saying. As she described in horrifying detail clamping and then cutting the cords that attached my balls to my body, I felt like I was floating out of my body and tried to think about something else. I kept fixating on the ecstatic delight on Michelle’s face and wondering if she really wanted my balls cut off. 

I was brought back to reality by the sound of Dr. Smith and then Michelle saying my name emphatically. I realized with a jolt that Dr. Smith had finished her explanation, and the nurse, Aditi, was now standing in front of me holding out an electronic tablet. 

“These are the forms we need you to sign to get you fixed,” Aditi said with a sweet smile, then looked at Michelle and added, sympathetically, “I think he’s having second thoughts.” 

“Don’t worry,” Michelle grinned, “he’ll sign them.” 

And I did. 

~~ 

“Please just unlock it already!” I heard a tremor in my voice, but I couldn’t help it. I was desperate to get control of my own dick again. It wasn’t just that I was insanely horny (I now had a constant tightness in my abdomen and blue-ball soreness even when Michelle or Ann weren’t cracking my nuts). It was getting harder and harder for me not to instinctively do anything they told me. A few more weeks like this, and I might be willing to let them schedule my castration for real. 

I was standing in the middle of Ann’s office, naked from the waist down. I’d enthusiastically stripped down when Michelle ordered me to, excited to finally get my dick unlocked. But Michelle had grinned with a look of superiority and casually fingered the key hanging around her neck. 

“The test is over,” I begged, “you learned what you wanted. They’ll schedule appoints for....” I trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence. 

“Women who want their guys fixed,” Michelle teased, “This is going to improve a lot of relationships. It probably would have improved ours. Seriously, I’ve been thinking, if you go through with the appointment, we can get back together.” 

“You mean...?” I stammered. 

“I’m sorry I was pressuring you about kids, but I can give that up,” she said, her sweet voice taking on an edge, “if you give me your balls.” 

“No fucking way,” I snapped in shock. 

“Ok, I get it,” Michelle said coldly, “It was never about kids, was it? It was about me. And you want to keep you little balls so you can get someone else pregnant, huh?” 

“No,” I said in a rush, knowing I fucked up, “You can’t really take my balls. It’s not even fair to ask. Please, just unlock my dick so I can think clearly, cuz right now it is so hard to say no to you.” 

“Hmf,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. 

“You aren’t getting unlocked for another week,” Ann interjected, “And you have to go through with the appointment.” 

“Please,” I whined, “just unlock me, I’m not letting you cut off my balls for real!” 

“Yes,” Ann said with an exasperated sigh, “you’ve made your feelings about how important you think your nuts are very clear. Relax. If you cancel, Dr. Smith might doubt my referrals and not neuter the next guy I send to her. So, you need to show up for the appointment, but give them a medical reason to stop while you’re still intact.” 

“How?” I asked despondently. 

“Anesthesia allergy,” Ann explained proudly, “Michelle asked that you be fully sedated for the surgery. When they put the mask on your face and ask you to count down from 10, start coughing instead and say you can’t breathe. It happens all the time, and they won’t think anything is unusual about someone canceling an elective surgery after it. You’ll get to keep your balls, and you won’t mess it up for any of the women who want their guys to lose theirs.” 

I looked at the ground, unable to say anything other than, “Ok.” 

“Just be sure to start coughing before you get to 7,” Ann added with a sly smile, “If you go to sleep, you’re waking up ball-less.” 

~~ 

The surgery was scheduled for two weeks after the consultation. Which meant that I had 14 full days of Michelle putting my balls through hell. She was obviously pissed that I had rejected her offer of coming back to her as a eunuch. Night after night, she icily told me to spread my legs and then silently huffed as her boot slammed into my nuts again and again until I was unable to stand. 

The night before the surgery, she stood over me so that my eyes had to climb her powerful legs and peer over her shelf-like chest to see the supercilious smile on her face. “After our little act ends tomorrow, I guess you’ll be free. I hope you enjoy what’s left of your balls” she mocked, then ground the toe of her boot into them while I yelped. 

My balls were swollen and bruised when we arrived at the hospital, but mercifully still intact. I secretly planned to get a sperm test as soon as I was unlocked, to make sure she and Ann hadn’t sterilized me. This whole experience had made me realize how unimaginably devastating something serious happening to them would be, and how stupid I was to let Ann and Michelle do what they did. As soon as I was unlocked, I was never going to make that mistake again! 

“We’re here for his castration,” Michelle gleefully announced to the nurse at the desk and everyone else in the waiting room. The women smiled or laughed while the men looked horrified. 

The nurse, a slim, shy looking redhead, gasped and said hurriedly, “Oh, oh, yes, uh, that one. I mean there’s only one guy today getting, uh, that done today. I’m so sorry!” The look of horrified sympathy in her big brown eyes as she looked at me made me feel even smaller, like she already saw me as something less that a full man. 

“You’ve never assisted on an orchiectomy, have you?” a tall brunette nurse remarked from behind her. 

“No,” the redhead said softly, shaking her head. 

“It’s a good learning experience,” the more experienced nurse responded, “I’ll cover the desk, you go get him prepped, then you can help with the” she made two quick snipping gestures with her fingers and winked at me. My cheeks burned, and I stared at the floor as she snorted with laughter. 

I was too embarrassed to look up, but I felt the younger nurse softly lift my arm and fasten a hospital bracelet to my wrist. “Aww,” she cooed, “you’re really nervous, aren’t you? Come on back and we’ll get it over with quick.” She gently tugged on my wrist and started to guide me down the hallway. 

When we were in the pre-op room, the shy redhaired nurse handed me a hospital gown. I’m not sure if she politely looked away while I changed into it to save me embarrassment or her, but it turned out to be a pointless gesture because as soon as I was on the bed she lifted up the front of the gown, revealing my caged and battered manhood. 

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, “you’re so beat up down there! Are these injuries why you have to get castrated?” 

Michelle snorted, “No. He has to get castrated because I want him ball-less and he wants to make me happy. The bruises are just because I got a little carried away saying goodbye to them. Isn’t that right?” 

“That’s right,” I squeaked humbly. 

The nurse’s eyes widened in surprise, but the expression on her face soon settled into curiosity more than shock. 

“And what’s this?” she asked Michelle as she gently prodded the flat cage with her finger. 

“That’s how I make sure he does whatever I want,” Michelle grinned, holding up the key, “And he doesn’t get to have any fun with his little worm unless I say so.” 

Admiration filled the surprised nurse’s eyes. “Wow, that’s so fucking cool,” she said before recovering her professional demeanor and adding, “But I’ll have to ask you to remove it so that I can shave the area for surgery.” 

“Do you absolutely need to?” Michelle asked skeptically, “I don’t want him to have a chance of getting hard before I have his balls in my purse.” 

The redhaired nurse grinned mischievously. “Well,” she drawled, “I could administer the dorsal penile nerve blocker now. That would make it physically impossible for him to become erect. I normally wait and the anesthesiologist does it because otherwise I have to ask the patient’s permission, and, uh, it’s kind of embarrassing asking a guy if you can wilt his dick. But you’re making the decisions, right? So, is it ok if I do it now?” 

“Tell the nice girl that she can wilt your dick,” Michelle commanded, and I reflexively said, “You can wilt my dick.” 

She giggled and looked very satisfied as she prepared the injection. Michelle unlocked the cage, and my dick slowly began to creep out of my abdomen. My heart rose with excitement at finally being free and a hundred fantasies how I wanted to fuck Michelle and the redheaded nurse flood my mind. But the rush was short-lived. As I felt my dick start to tingle back to life, the nurse took it in her slim fingers, then a sharp jab in pain at the base of my cock chased all the fantasies from my mind. “There!” she proclaimed happily, “Now we just have to wait 10 to 15 minutes for the block to take effect.” 

“10 to 15 minutes?” Michelle scoffed, “I’ve got a fast way to keep his dick droopy. Spread your legs wide.” 

I obeyed. Then, overwhelming pain filled my abdomen and I felt like vomiting. 

“Keep your legs spread,” Michelle ordered, and I realized that she had punched me in the balls a fraction of a second before her second punch landed. “See,” she smiled, flicking my deflated dick, “If he starts to get hard again, just give him a fullforce punch.” 

“Oh, I couldn’t do that!” the nurse objected. 

“Are you scared you’re going to break them?” Michelle teased, “In a few hours they aren’t even going to be attached to him anyway. Tell her she can punch you as hard as she wants.” 

“You can punch me as hard as you want,” I groaned. 

“Go on, give it a try,” Michelle encouraged as I obediently spread my legs. 

The nurse bit her lower lip and her face flushed with excitement or embarrassment as she drew back and launched her boney knuckles directly into my tender balls, which felt for a moment like they both had burst. I whimpered in defeated pain as Michelle complemented the nurse’s power, and the nurse giggled. 

Whether it was from the nerve block of the intense pain in my balls, I stayed limp the entire time the nurse shaved me. I was already recently groomed, but the shave took a surprisingly long time nonetheless. Throughout the entire process, the nurse’s dexterous fingers were gripping my nuts in one way or another, sometimes seeming to gauge how swollen they were, other times adding to that swelling with abrupt squeezes. 

At the end of the shave, the redhaired nurse seemed exceptionally pleased and had a dreamy, contented smile on her face as she started an IV drip in my arm. 

I was thankful that this whole ordeal was almost over. I was mentally rehearsing how to cough and fake an allergic reaction to the anesthetic when the tall, brunette nurse that we’d seen at the reception desk strode into the room. 

“I’m the anesthesiologist,” she said to Michelle, “I’m just going to put him under, and we’ll have him nullified for you in no time!” She then glanced at me and added, “It’s not like he has much to lose in the first place.” 

I was so humiliated by her unexpected teasing, that it took my brain longer than it should have to realize that she was injecting something into my IV line. 

“Wait!” I sputtered. 

“Night night,” she grinned, “be sure to say goodbye to your junk in your dreams.” 

I tried to scream and jump out of the bed, but I didn’t make a sound or move, and, in an instant, I was lost in total darkness. 

~~ 

The first thing that I saw when the world slowly rematerialized around me was Michelle’s face. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression seemed sympathetic, but there was an unmistakable glint of amusement in her eyes as she asked, “How do you feel?” 

“My balls...” I croaked as I tried to will myself awake enough to check if I was still intact. 

“I have them right here,” Michelle said in an incongruously reassuring tone. The corners of her mouth pulled into a smirk as she held up a small jar. I stared in disbelief at the two pale orbs floating in it. The first thought that sprung to my mind was that they couldn’t really be that small. Had they deflated or something after the swelling had gone down? Were these really the same organs that seemed so monumental when they were between my legs now so pathetic and insignificant as Michelle casually rotated the jar between her fingers? 

I was now conscious enough to move my hands to my crotch, and I pawed helplessly at the flat gauze covering that I found there. 

“I can’t feel my dick,” I whimpered, “Does it still work?” 

“Weren’t you even paying attention when Dr. Smith explained the surgery?” Michelle asked with a widening grin, “We didn’t just castrate you, we nullified you! She took your dick, your sac, all of it. You’re smooth like a Ken doll down there now.” 

I pressed desperately at the gauze, but I knew that she was telling the truth. I literally had nothing there anymore. 

“Aww,” she cooed, “I gotta admit, you’re so cute totally emasculated!” 

“Where?” I managed to ask tearfully. 

“Ann already picked up your dick and sac. As soon as I texted her that Dr. Smith was nullifying you for real, she said she wanted to take them to someone she knows who cures leather. I guess your cock is going to be a bookmark and your sac a cute little lipstick pouch,” she shrugged, “You can’t do anything with them now, but it’s cool they can still be kinda useful.” 

“Why didn’t you stop them?” I asked, although I already knew the answer. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault,” she said aggressively, “If you weren’t paying attention to how they were going to cut your cock off, how do you expect me to have been paying attention when they explained how they were putting you under? I was just as surprised as you when you didn’t get a chance to wuss out at the gas part. You can ask anyone in the room. I said I changed my mind, that it was all a game. I begged them to save your stupid little junk. Put I couldn’t do anything legally to stop them. Remember, you’re the one who made all of the choices. You said it was what you wanted, you signed all the forms. I’m just a supportive friend, like Ann. We had no power to stop them from doing what you wanted.” 

“Fuck,” I groaned. I knew that this would be exactly what she would say in court if I tried to get justice. And what justice could I even get? She and Ann had already literally taken my manhood, and no one could give it back to me. So, I started to think about the future instead. 

“Ok, you got what you wanted” I admitted, “so I guess I’m, what?, your eunuch pet or Ken doll boyfriend or something. I’ll still get to go down on you and play with your tits, right?” 

Looking at her then, I was filled with even more desire than I had ever been as an intact male. Burying my tongue in her until she shook with pleasure, or gently caressing her plump breasts was all I wanted. 

“No,” she laughed, “You already missed your chance at that. I’m not taking you back now that you’re dickless and no other girl would want you. It’s cool that I got your balls as souvenirs, but that’s the last thing I ever want from you. Don’t try to contact me again. If you feel lonely, though, just remember that there’s a good chance Ann and I are playing with your cock and balls, which is so much more that we would ever do if they were attached. 

She no longer concealed a triumphant smile as she slipped the jar containing my nuts into her purse and walked out of the hospital room. That was the last time I saw her, and I never tried to contact Ann either. But I still think about both of them every day and know that if they ever asked I would eagerly do anything that I could to physically please them.

Even though this was only pretend, when we walked into the clinic, I felt a very real sensation of how humiliating it would be to submit to being castrated. It was clear from the way that I skulked sheepishly behind Michelle as she excitedly rushed in that we had very different attitudes about the appointment. 

She bounced to the counter and greeted the receptionist, a young woman in black scrubs that matched her short, bobbed hair, by announcing exuberantly, “Hi! We’re here to see Dr. Smith, it’s about scheduling my boyfriend’s castration!” I was too embarrassed to look at the other people in the waiting room, but I could tell by the sudden silence that they were all looking at us. 

The receptionist fixed her dark eyes on me with a bemused smirk, and I looked down at my feet while a blush heated my cheek. “No problem,” she chirped, “I’ll get you checked in, and Dr. Smith should be ready for you soon.” Michelle gave the receptionist my name and insurance information, and the receptionist’s fingers flicked quickly over her keyboard. 

“It looks like there’s a referral letter in the system from a therapist,” she said and then paused and her eyes widened. With a flash of mortification, I realized she must be reading the letter. “Nice!” she exclaimed with a broad smile. She slyly eyed the chastity cage key that was hanging on a necklace against Michelle’s bosom, and gave Michelle a nod of admiration before saying, “You’re all set, Dr. Smith will see you soon.” 

As we sat down, the receptionist whispered, “Hey, Aditi, check this out!” and a thin, youngish nurse bent down to read the computer screen. I tried to ignore the giggles of the two girls as they read Ann’s letter. 

After a few minutes, the nurse, still smiling broadly, strolled around the counter and called my name. I hesitated for a moment, too embarrassed to make eye contact. But Michelle sprung up quickly and. “He’s a little nervous about getting fixed. It’s best if you just talk to me.” 

“I bet he is!” Aditi laughed, “I mean it doesn’t hurt or anything, but most guys, uh, I mean, I’ve never seen a guy get this operation without a really good reason.” 

“He has a really good reason,” Michelle remarked as she followed Aditi toward an examination room and I trailed behind, “I want him neutered. Tell the nurse that’s a good reason, honey.” 

“It’s a very good reason,” I croaked in embarrassment, not looking up. 

“Wow, that’s just... wow!” Aditi laughed and then dropping her voice to a whisper leaned in and asked Michelle, “What did he do?” 

“Nothing,” Michelle smiled reassuringly, “I just decided that I don’t want him to be capable of doing anything that I don’t want him to be able to do anymore. Ya know?” 

“I guess so,” Aditi giggled as she ushered us into the exam room. She had me step on a scale and asked a few general medical history questions, which I answered at Michelle’s command. Aditi seemed impressed by the entire interaction and grinned as she told Michelle, “Dr. Smith will come by soon to explain the operation. I hope it doesn’t scare him too much!” 

“Don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “It won’t make any difference.” The two women shared a knowing, satisfied look, and Aditi gave me a little wave as she left. I had been trying not to notice how attractive she was, with her sleek hair, dark eyes and playful smile. While Ann and Michelle had my cock locked, I couldn’t appreciate female beauty without a pang of suffering knowing that any mental stimulation would just lead to uncomfortable physical longing. As I took in Aditi’s amusement at the idea that Michelle was going to have me castrated, I felt like my current situation was worse than castration. At the same time, the feeling made me more eager to please Michelle, so I bowed my head and stayed silent until Dr. Smith entered. 

Dr. Smith was a tall blonde woman, who would have been intimidating even if my ego hadn’t been crushed by the situation that Michelle had me in. “I have to admit,” she said in a pleasant but businesslike tone, “I haven’t encountered something quite like this before. The referral letter says that you want to be totally emasculated. Is that right?” 

I glanced nervously at Michelle, who said calmly, “Tell the doctor you want to be neutered.” 

“Yes, Miss,” I said reflexively, “I want to be neutered.” I blushed, and Dr. Smith laughed in surprise at my quick obedience. 

“You want a full nullification?” she asked, recovering her professional composure, “And you understand what that means? Your genitals will be removed, which will make you incapable of physical pleasure there and unable to father biological children.” 

I looked at Michelle, who nodded. “Yes,” I said with my eyes fixed on the floor. 

“He doesn’t have sex anyway. You know that his dick’s been locked up for two years, right?” Michelle added, cheerfully jangling the key, “and I don’t want kids.” 

Dr. Smith looked from Michelle to me in disbelief and then, fixing her eyes intently on me asked, “You understand that this operation is irreversible, right? After the operation, they will be gone forever.” 

I looked at Michelle, who was smirking. “Tell the doctor you understand,” she commanded. 

“I understand,” I said, looking at the ground again.  

“Well,” Dr. Smith said thoughtfully, “this is unusual, but the referral is in order, and if you sign the consent form, there’s no legal reason that I shouldn’t perform the operation. I’ll explain the procedure so that you fully understand what will happen. Then, you can make an informed decision to sign the form.” 

As Dr. Smith described the operation step-by-step, Michelle listened and nodded with obvious excitement. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I felt like the room was spinning. Can someone pass out from embarrassment? I was so preoccupied with anxious thoughts about how much Michelle seemed to really want me castrated that I barely followed what Dr. Smith was saying. As she described in horrifying detail clamping and then cutting the cords that attached my balls to my body, I felt like I was floating out of my body and tried to think about something else. I kept fixating on the ecstatic delight on Michelle’s face and wondering if she really wanted my balls cut off. 

I was brought back to reality by the sound of Dr. Smith and then Michelle saying my name emphatically. I realized with a jolt that Dr. Smith had finished her explanation, and the nurse, Aditi, was now standing in front of me holding out an electronic tablet. 

“These are the forms we need you to sign to get you fixed,” Aditi said with a sweet smile, then looked at Michelle and added, sympathetically, “I think he’s having second thoughts.” 

“Don’t worry,” Michelle grinned, “he’ll sign them.” 

And I did. 

~~ 

“Please just unlock it already!” I heard a tremor in my voice, but I couldn’t help it. I was desperate to get control of my own dick again. It wasn’t just that I was insanely horny (I now had a constant tightness in my abdomen and blue-ball soreness even when Michelle or Ann weren’t cracking my nuts). It was getting harder and harder for me not to instinctively do anything they told me. A few more weeks like this, and I might be willing to let them schedule my castration for real. 

I was standing in the middle of Ann’s office, naked from the waist down. I’d enthusiastically stripped down when Michelle ordered me to, excited to finally get my dick unlocked. But Michelle had grinned with a look of superiority and casually fingered the key hanging around her neck. 

“The test is over,” I begged, “you learned what you wanted. They’ll schedule appoints for....” I trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence. 

“Women who want their guys fixed,” Michelle teased, “This is going to improve a lot of relationships. It probably would have improved ours. Seriously, I’ve been thinking, if you go through with the appointment, we can get back together.” 

“You mean...?” I stammered. 

“I’m sorry I was pressuring you about kids, but I can give that up,” she said, her sweet voice taking on an edge, “if you give me your balls.” 

“No fucking way,” I snapped in shock. 

“Ok, I get it,” Michelle said coldly, “It was never about kids, was it? It was about me. And you want to keep you little balls so you can get someone else pregnant, huh?” 

“No,” I said in a rush, knowing I fucked up, “You can’t really take my balls. It’s not even fair to ask. Please, just unlock my dick so I can think clearly, cuz right now it is so hard to say no to you.” 

“Hmf,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. 

“You aren’t getting unlocked for another week,” Ann interjected, “And you have to go through with the appointment.” 

“Please,” I whined, “just unlock me, I’m not letting you cut off my balls for real!” 

“Yes,” Ann said with an exasperated sigh, “you’ve made your feelings about how important you think your nuts are very clear. Relax. If you cancel, Dr. Smith might doubt my referrals and not neuter the next guy I send to her. So, you need to show up for the appointment, but give them a medical reason to stop while you’re still intact.” 

“How?” I asked despondently. 

“Anesthesia allergy,” Ann explained proudly, “Michelle asked that you be fully sedated for the surgery. When they put the mask on your face and ask you to count down from 10, start coughing instead and say you can’t breathe. It happens all the time, and they won’t think anything is unusual about someone canceling an elective surgery after it. You’ll get to keep your balls, and you won’t mess it up for any of the women who want their guys to lose theirs.” 

I looked at the ground, unable to say anything other than, “Ok.” 

“Just be sure to start coughing before you get to 7,” Ann added with a sly smile, “If you go to sleep, you’re waking up ball-less.” 

~~ 

The surgery was scheduled for two weeks after the consultation. Which meant that I had 14 full days of Michelle putting my balls through hell. She was obviously pissed that I had rejected her offer of coming back to her as a eunuch. Night after night, she icily told me to spread my legs and then silently huffed as her boot slammed into my nuts again and again until I was unable to stand. 

The night before the surgery, she stood over me so that my eyes had to climb her powerful legs and peer over her shelf-like chest to see the supercilious smile on her face. “After our little act ends tomorrow, I guess you’ll be free. I hope you enjoy what’s left of your balls” she mocked, then ground the toe of her boot into them while I yelped. 

My balls were swollen and bruised when we arrived at the hospital, but mercifully still intact. I secretly planned to get a sperm test as soon as I was unlocked, to make sure she and Ann hadn’t sterilized me. This whole experience had made me realize how unimaginably devastating something serious happening to them would be, and how stupid I was to let Ann and Michelle do what they did. As soon as I was unlocked, I was never going to make that mistake again! 

“We’re here for his castration,” Michelle gleefully announced to the nurse at the desk and everyone else in the waiting room. The women smiled or laughed while the men looked horrified. 

The nurse, a slim, shy looking redhead, gasped and said hurriedly, “Oh, oh, yes, uh, that one. I mean there’s only one guy today getting, uh, that done today. I’m so sorry!” The look of horrified sympathy in her big brown eyes as she looked at me made me feel even smaller, like she already saw me as something less that a full man. 

“You’ve never assisted on an orchiectomy, have you?” a tall brunette nurse remarked from behind her. 

“No,” the redhead said softly, shaking her head. 

“It’s a good learning experience,” the more experienced nurse responded, “I’ll cover the desk, you go get him prepped, then you can help with the” she made two quick snipping gestures with her fingers and winked at me. My cheeks burned, and I stared at the floor as she snorted with laughter. 

I was too embarrassed to look up, but I felt the younger nurse softly lift my arm and fasten a hospital bracelet to my wrist. “Aww,” she cooed, “you’re really nervous, aren’t you? Come on back and we’ll get it over with quick.” She gently tugged on my wrist and started to guide me down the hallway. 

When we were in the pre-op room, the shy redhaired nurse handed me a hospital gown. I’m not sure if she politely looked away while I changed into it to save me embarrassment or her, but it turned out to be a pointless gesture because as soon as I was on the bed she lifted up the front of the gown, revealing my caged and battered manhood. 

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, “you’re so beat up down there! Are these injuries why you have to get castrated?” 

Michelle snorted, “No. He has to get castrated because I want him ball-less and he wants to make me happy. The bruises are just because I got a little carried away saying goodbye to them. Isn’t that right?” 

“That’s right,” I squeaked humbly. 

The nurse’s eyes widened in surprise, but the expression on her face soon settled into curiosity more than shock. 

“And what’s this?” she asked Michelle as she gently prodded the flat cage with her finger. 

“That’s how I make sure he does whatever I want,” Michelle grinned, holding up the key, “And he doesn’t get to have any fun with his little worm unless I say so.” 

Admiration filled the surprised nurse’s eyes. “Wow, that’s so fucking cool,” she said before recovering her professional demeanor and adding, “But I’ll have to ask you to remove it so that I can shave the area for surgery.” 

“Do you absolutely need to?” Michelle asked skeptically, “I don’t want him to have a chance of getting hard before I have his balls in my purse.” 

The redhaired nurse grinned mischievously. “Well,” she drawled, “I could administer the dorsal penile nerve blocker now. That would make it physically impossible for him to become erect. I normally wait and the anesthesiologist does it because otherwise I have to ask the patient’s permission, and, uh, it’s kind of embarrassing asking a guy if you can wilt his dick. But you’re making the decisions, right? So, is it ok if I do it now?” 

“Tell the nice girl that she can wilt your dick,” Michelle commanded, and I reflexively said, “You can wilt my dick.” 

She giggled and looked very satisfied as she prepared the injection. Michelle unlocked the cage, and my dick slowly began to creep out of my abdomen. My heart rose with excitement at finally being free and a hundred fantasies how I wanted to fuck Michelle and the redheaded nurse flood my mind. But the rush was short-lived. As I felt my dick start to tingle back to life, the nurse took it in her slim fingers, then a sharp jab in pain at the base of my cock chased all the fantasies from my mind. “There!” she proclaimed happily, “Now we just have to wait 10 to 15 minutes for the block to take effect.” 

“10 to 15 minutes?” Michelle scoffed, “I’ve got a fast way to keep his dick droopy. Spread your legs wide.” 

I obeyed. Then, overwhelming pain filled my abdomen and I felt like vomiting. 

“Keep your legs spread,” Michelle ordered, and I realized that she had punched me in the balls a fraction of a second before her second punch landed. “See,” she smiled, flicking my deflated dick, “If he starts to get hard again, just give him a fullforce punch.” 

“Oh, I couldn’t do that!” the nurse objected. 

“Are you scared you’re going to break them?” Michelle teased, “In a few hours they aren’t even going to be attached to him anyway. Tell her she can punch you as hard as she wants.” 

“You can punch me as hard as you want,” I groaned. 

“Go on, give it a try,” Michelle encouraged as I obediently spread my legs. 

The nurse bit her lower lip and her face flushed with excitement or embarrassment as she drew back and launched her boney knuckles directly into my tender balls, which felt for a moment like they both had burst. I whimpered in defeated pain as Michelle complemented the nurse’s power, and the nurse giggled. 

Whether it was from the nerve block of the intense pain in my balls, I stayed limp the entire time the nurse shaved me. I was already recently groomed, but the shave took a surprisingly long time nonetheless. Throughout the entire process, the nurse’s dexterous fingers were gripping my nuts in one way or another, sometimes seeming to gauge how swollen they were, other times adding to that swelling with abrupt squeezes. 

At the end of the shave, the redhaired nurse seemed exceptionally pleased and had a dreamy, contented smile on her face as she started an IV drip in my arm. 

I was thankful that this whole ordeal was almost over. I was mentally rehearsing how to cough and fake an allergic reaction to the anesthetic when the tall, brunette nurse that we’d seen at the reception desk strode into the room. 

“I’m the anesthesiologist,” she said to Michelle, “I’m just going to put him under, and we’ll have him nullified for you in no time!” She then glanced at me and added, “It’s not like he has much to lose in the first place.” 

I was so humiliated by her unexpected teasing, that it took my brain longer than it should have to realize that she was injecting something into my IV line. 

“Wait!” I sputtered. 

“Night night,” she grinned, “be sure to say goodbye to your junk in your dreams.” 

I tried to scream and jump out of the bed, but I didn’t make a sound or move, and, in an instant, I was lost in total darkness. 

~~ 

The first thing that I saw when the world slowly rematerialized around me was Michelle’s face. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression seemed sympathetic, but there was an unmistakable glint of amusement in her eyes as she asked, “How do you feel?” 

“My balls...” I croaked as I tried to will myself awake enough to check if I was still intact. 

“I have them right here,” Michelle said in an incongruously reassuring tone. The corners of her mouth pulled into a smirk as she held up a small jar. I stared in disbelief at the two pale orbs floating in it. The first thought that sprung to my mind was that they couldn’t really be that small. Had they deflated or something after the swelling had gone down? Were these really the same organs that seemed so monumental when they were between my legs now so pathetic and insignificant as Michelle casually rotated the jar between her fingers? 

I was now conscious enough to move my hands to my crotch, and I pawed helplessly at the flat gauze covering that I found there. 

“I can’t feel my dick,” I whimpered, “Does it still work?” 

“Weren’t you even paying attention when Dr. Smith explained the surgery?” Michelle asked with a widening grin, “We didn’t just castrate you, we nullified you! She took your dick, your sac, all of it. You’re smooth like a Ken doll down there now.” 

I pressed desperately at the gauze, but I knew that she was telling the truth. I literally had nothing there anymore. 

“Aww,” she cooed, “I gotta admit, you’re so cute totally emasculated!” 

“Where?” I managed to ask tearfully. 

“Ann already picked up your dick and sac. As soon as I texted her that Dr. Smith was nullifying you for real, she said she wanted to take them to someone she knows who cures leather. I guess your cock is going to be a bookmark and your sac a cute little lipstick pouch,” she shrugged, “You can’t do anything with them now, but it’s cool they can still be kinda useful.” 

“Why didn’t you stop them?” I asked, although I already knew the answer. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault,” she said aggressively, “If you weren’t paying attention to how they were going to cut your cock off, how do you expect me to have been paying attention when they explained how they were putting you under? I was just as surprised as you when you didn’t get a chance to wuss out at the gas part. You can ask anyone in the room. I said I changed my mind, that it was all a game. I begged them to save your stupid little junk. Put I couldn’t do anything legally to stop them. Remember, you’re the one who made all of the choices. You said it was what you wanted, you signed all the forms. I’m just a supportive friend, like Ann. We had no power to stop them from doing what you wanted.” 

“Fuck,” I groaned. I knew that this would be exactly what she would say in court if I tried to get justice. And what justice could I even get? She and Ann had already literally taken my manhood, and no one could give it back to me. So, I started to think about the future instead. 

“Ok, you got what you wanted” I admitted, “so I guess I’m, what?, your eunuch pet or Ken doll boyfriend or something. I’ll still get to go down on you and play with your tits, right?” 

Looking at her then, I was filled with even more desire than I had ever been as an intact male. Burying my tongue in her until she shook with pleasure, or gently caressing her plump breasts was all I wanted. 

“No,” she laughed, “You already missed your chance at that. I’m not taking you back now that you’re dickless and no other girl would want you. It’s cool that I got your balls as souvenirs, but that’s the last thing I ever want from you. Don’t try to contact me again. If you feel lonely, though, just remember that there’s a good chance Ann and I are playing with your cock and balls, which is so much more that we would ever do if they were attached. 

She no longer concealed a triumphant smile as she slipped the jar containing my nuts into her purse and walked out of the hospital room. That was the last time I saw her, and I never tried to contact Ann either. But I still think about both of them every day and know that if they ever asked I would eagerly do anything that I could to physically please them.

“Can you do a little favor for me?” 

My first reaction was to ignore the message. Ann and I broke up more than two years ago, and we hadn’t talked for about a year and a half. That was probably best for me. 

Ann has an amazing, sleek figure and perky breasts, red hair that she normally wears short, and brown eyes that always seemed to have an intense, searching quality. Despite being shorter than average, she has a powerful, dominant presence. I didn’t know how dominant until we started dating. 

From the first time we made out, she was always in charge, telling me exactly how to please her: “Touch me here. Slower. Now quicker. Now use your tongue. Good boy!” Soon she began to give me casual but firm commands outside of the bedroom: “Sit. Be quiet and massage my feet while I read. Good boy!” It was embarrassing, especially when she did it around friends, but she had such a powerful, assertive aura that I always obeyed and rarely objected. 

One night when I went to her apartment, her first words when I walked through the door were, “I’ve had the worst, most frustrating day ever.” She was in her last semester of a master’s degree in psychology, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be stressed out. I suspected that she was about to order me to get a hot bath ready for her or pour her a drink. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, “Is there anything that I can do to make you feel better?” 

“All I want right now,” she said with her piercing brown eyes fixed on me, “is to kick someone right in the balls.” 

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, forcing a laugh even though I could tell she wasn’t joking. 

“Yes,” she said pointedly, “Spread your legs.” 

I stammered something like, “You’re not really going to...?” But I had instinctively obeyed her command and suddenly her running-shoe-clad foot shot up, and nauseating pain exploded in both of my balls. I crumpled to the floor with a whimper as a smile spread across her face. 

“Good boy!” she said looking down at me, “Thank you for letting me do that, I feel better already!” 

She bent down and comfortingly coaxed me back to my feet. Although the pain was intense, it was short-lived and I felt able to stand again quickly. But as soon as I was on my feet, her knee shot into my crotch, crushing both of my balls against my pelvis. The pain was even more intense this time, but she held my shoulders to stop me from sinking to the floor. 

“Keep standing and keep your legs spread,” she ordered, “If I have to keep getting you back in position, it isn’t going to be as good for me.” 

“I’m sorry,” I croaked a second before her knee impacted my balls again. My abdomen convulsed and the pain brought tears to my eyes. I was so focused on staying standing, that I was completely surprised when her knee slammed into my nuts again. This time a new, sharper pain made me break out in a cold sweat of panic. “I think you broke my balls,” I gasped. 

Ann laughed, “They’re not broken. Take off your pants and let’s see.” 

Pain mixed with fear as I hastily removed my pants and underwear. My balls were freshly shaved, the way Ann insisted I keep them, and my sac was now bright red. Even more worryingly, both of my balls were visibly swollen. 

Ann kept unwavering eye contact with me was she leaned in. Her hand grasped both of my nuts. She rolled them between her fingers, applying different amounts of pressure as she said softly, “See, they aren’t broken. And they’ll stay safe as long as you remember that these belong to me. As long as you do everything I say, I’ll let you keep them attached. But if you make me mad, I’ll castrate you.” 

Despite my terror, I felt my dick getting hard as she spoke. She wrapped her free hand around my hardon and angled it uncomfortably upward. 

“Aww, see, I knew the idea of sacrificing your balls for me would get you hot. Hold this thing out of the way while I work off some more stress.” 

I nodded and used my hands to hold my cock where she had positioned it. I was relieved that I was so hard. That must mean that she hadn’t done any serious damage. While I was thinking about this, Ann stepped back and carefully lined up her kick. I gasped in terror as my unprotected balls flew upward at the impact of her foot. A wave of intense pain followed a fraction of a second later. Before my body even had time to process it, Ann had launched her foot forward again. And then again and again so rapidly that I lost count. As the cumulative pain caught up, my dick crumpled into my hands, going limp even before cum started to spray upward, staining my shirt. 

“Sit,” Ann commanded and I obeyed. She walked authoritatively toward me and trapped my soft dick and balls between the sole of her shoes and the hard floor. “I didn’t say you could cum,” she said with a stoney look of displeasure, “So now you need to clean up this mess you made and go home. How good a job you do will determine if you get to take your balls with you when you go. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” I whimpered. 

“Good boy,” she smiled as she pressed her foot down harder on my reproductive organs, and a fresh wave of pain brought tears to my eyes. 

As I dutifully cleaned up the traces of my ruined orgasm, I wondered if I should break up with her. I was afraid that staying with her might literally cost me my balls. But the effortless power that she held over me was exhilarating and got me hot in ways that no other girl ever had. 

We stayed together for a year after that, and that was only the first of many times that she subjected my nuts to unimaginable pain to help her release stress or because she thought it was funny or because she thought that I needed to learn a lesson. 

She did it so regularly that I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to have kids, which is what led to our break-up conversation. She told me that she didn’t want kids, and if that was more important to me than being with her, then I should just find someone else. 

Once we broke up though, no other girls excited me in the same way that Ann did. The closest I came to a serious relationship was dating a full-figured brunette named Michelle for a few months. But that didn’t last. 

It had only been a couple of weeks since breaking up with Michelle when I got Ann’s message: “Can you do a little favor for me?” 

Maybe I was feeling extra lonely after the breakup, or maybe I never really shook the impulse to do whatever Ann told me. Whatever the reason, I typed back, “Sure, what do you need?” 

“It’s easier to explain in person,” she replied, “Come to my office.” She dropped a location into the chat, and I headed out the door. 

~~ 

Ann was already working as a therapist by the time we broke up, but I hadn’t visited her office before now. It was a small suite of rooms decorated in a style that was both minimalist and warm, with glass-top tables and chesterfield chairs upholstered in soft, rose-colored fabric. Paintings of orchids adorned the walls. The receptionist, a young, chipper blonde girl, who introduced herself as Ella, ushered me into Ann’s office. 

Ann was seated in a wingback chair whose fabric matched the chairs in the reception area. On the bookcase behind her, decorative vases broke up the space between rows of books. Ann was resting her clasped hands on her glass-top desk and greeted me with a restrained smile. She was even hotter than I remembered, and her professional blouse, black skirt, and shiny heels gave her an additional aura of authority. 

The entire tableau made me feel small, and I was suddenly uncomfortably conscious of my balls hanging vulnerably between my legs. I was overwhelmed by the sense that she had instilled in me when we were dating that my nuts were totally in her control and their safety depended on my keeping her happy. 

“Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to a rose-colored couch at the side of the room. I obeyed reflexively, and she continued, “Thanks for coming. I need to test something, and you’re the perfect guy to help me.” 

The word “test” made me nervous. It was the same word that she used when she planned to do something unusually mean to my balls. For example, “I’m going to test what happens if I put ice on them for an hour before kicking them. I’m going to test if I can stand on one without popping it. I’m going to test how tight I can squeeze them in a vice.” I reflexively closed my thighs remembering how debilitating her “tests” always were. 

“Yeah?” I said with a faint, nervous smile. 

“Yes,” she said, “You know that a major population I serve is people with gender dysphoria, right? In appropriate situations, I have to write referal letters for them to get the care necessary to transition. Or, sometimes, I help guys who just want to be eunuchs.” 

I nodded uncomfortably. 

“Those are all well-established case types, with procedures in place to make sure that they get the best care,” she explained, “But lately I’ve been seeing something a little different. There are some Female-Led Relationships where the Domme wants a guy castrated just as a sign of her power.” 

“Oh?” I asked, turning red. 

“I knew you would understand,” Ann grinned, “You always got so excited when I talked about castrating you. If I hadn’t been nice and decided to let you go, I could easily have had you snipped. Even though you want to keep them so bad, I know you would have done it for me.” 

I blushed harder and couldn’t speak. 

“Just think, if I hadn’t been so generous, your balls would be in a jar on this shelf right now,” she laughed, “Well, anyway, I want to help other couples in that situation. The problem is that there isn’t the same sort of established process for cases like this. Some doctors might not agree to castrate a guy just to adjust the power dynamic of a relationship. I don’t want to recommend a surgeon to anyone until I know it will go smoothly. So, what I need is for someone to test which doctors will schedule surgery under those circumstances. That’s why I need you to schedule yourself for castration.” 

“What?” I croaked, going cold with fear. 

Ann let out a loud, delighted laugh. “Don’t worry! You don’t need to get your little balls removed for real. I’m still generous. I just need to know which doctors will schedule the operation. It will be like a little game. I can tell from that hardon that you like the idea.” 

I shifted in embarrassment, trying to hide how hard she had made me. I couldn’t deny it though, the thrill of being back in Ann’s presence was overwhelming, and there was no way that I could say no. 

“Uh, ok, I guess so,” I stammered.  

“I knew you would,” she smiled coolly, “Now stand up and drop your pants and undies.” 

“What? Why?” I asked in confusion. 

“Don’t question me or I’ll castrate you for real,” she said seriously, “Just do what I say.” 

I obeyed. 

“Mmm, I see you still keep yourself shaved down there. Good boy,” she said as she strolled toward me. Suddenly, my balls were in her firm grip just like they had been so many times before. She was squeezing just tightly enough to cause discomfort and to make me aware that with a slight increase in pressure she could put me in serious pain. “When was the last time you came?” she asked clinically. 

“Last week,” I said embarrassed. I’d fapped thinking about Michelle, but I didn’t share that detail. 

“The referal letter I’m going to write will say that you’ve been locked in chastity 24/7 for two years with no orgasm, so I need you to play your part believably, ok?” she said as she gently kneaded my balls. 

“Yes,” I responded, as I would have to any question she asked me in that situation. 

“Good. Then I’m going to put this on you right away so that you have as much time as possible to get used to it,” she intoned softly as she took a small metal device out of her pocket. 

“What...?” I asked anxiously, but was cut short by a sharp pain as her fingernails dug into my balls. 

“Quiet,” she commanded, “This is the chastity cage you have to wear when you schedule the appointment. Now hold still while I put it on.” My mind struggled to come to terms with what was happening. This didn’t feel like a game anymore. How had Ann literally got me by the balls again so quickly? If she got that cage on me, how much more power would she have? And how would she use it? Was this her way of getting back together with me or punishing me for breaking up with her? 

As my thoughts were racing, Ann was roughly pulling my balls and dick through a small metal ring. Then a burning sensation shot through my dick, and I realized that she was sticking something in it. “What the fuck!” I squealed. 

“It’s a catheter. This is a flat cage, so it’s the only way you’ll be able to piss. Sorry I didn’t lube it first,” Ann giggled, “I needed it to hurt so you’d lose your hardon. Now I can get the cage closed.” 

There was a loud click, and she stepped back, tauntingly dangling a key in the air before sliding it into her pocket. I looked down in horror. It was like I didn’t have a dick at all anymore. It was crammed so far back that there was just a smooth metal surface with a small opening for the catheter above my balls, which were pushed forward and trapped between the ring and the flat plate. The ring had two straps attached to it and, while I tried to make sense of what I was seeing, Ann led these straps around my thighs and locked them to a harness at the small of my back. 

“There!” she said triumphantly, “Your dick is totally out of commission now until I unlock it!” 

“What the fuck, Ann?” I pleaded, “You can’t just lock up my dick!” 

“Obviously I can,” she laughed, “It will only be for a couple of weeks. To make sure your performance is believable.” 

“I can’t stay like this for a week!” I begged. 

Without warning, Ann swung her first directly into my balls, and I doubled over, coughing in pain. 

“It’s so much easier to aim without your silly little dick in the way!” she mused and then turned coldly serious, “Don’t make me remind you again who’s in control here. If you’re a good boy, I’ll unlock you after you do the little favor for me. Otherwise, I might just keep you this way forever.” 

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, clutching my aching nuts, “Come on, Ann, be nice. Please?” 

She smiled warmly in a way that reminded me of when we were dating. “How nice I am depends on how obedient you are,” she cooed, “Now get out of here and start getting used to 24/7 chastity. By the time of your appointment, you have to seem like this is your normal life. Come back here one week from today at the same time and we’ll take the next steps.” 

I hastily pulled my pants back up and scurried out of the office. I was too embarrassed to make eye contact with the cute receptionist, but as I rushed by she called cheerfully, “See you next week! You have our number in case you have a hard time between now and then, right?” 

~~ 

Thanks to Ann, a “hard time” was what I couldn’t have that week. Fantasies of Ann filled my mind constantly now and left me more and more unsatisfied as the cage prevented me from fapping. 

On the fourth day of being locked, my phone dinged three times in rapid succession. When I looked at it, I whimpered in frustration. Out of the blue, Michelle had sent three nudes. In the first one, she was looking hungrily at the camera while she touched her tongue to her thumb. In the second one, her left hand was caressing her amble breasts, making her nipples hard. The third one just showed the thin, well-groomed strip of hair between her curvaceous thighs. 

In the weeks after Michelle and I broke up, I’d had sexual thoughts about her almost every day, until my reunion with Ann had hijacked my thoughts. Now, seeing Michelle’s stunning, soft body, I wished more than anything that we’d never broken up. It was so stupid. She’d started talking about marriage and wanting kids. I said I wasn’t ready to be tied down, which probably wasn’t the best choice of words. She accused me of hoping I’d meet some hotter girl, which was kinda true, although I didn’t admit that. And, long story short, we broke up. Why hadn’t I just played along? If I had, her breasts would be overflowing in my hands right now while I slipped into her from behind. 

I felt my dick partially harden, but the caged pressed it up inside of me, making the feeling more nauseating than pleasurable. The discomfort of the cage wilted my erection almost immediately. Feeling frantic, I pulled at the cage desperate to get hard. But it was no use. Ann really had deprived me of all access to my own dick! 

Then another text appeared: “I really miss you! I want your dick in me so bad PLEASE, just a hook up, nothing more, just one more time?” 

My balls throbbed and my hand drifted helplessly to the place my dick would have been if the cage wasn’t inverting it. At that point, I would have given anything to fuck Michelle. But all I could do was type back, “sorry, I can’t.” 

“FUCK YOU” she typed back, “You’re missing out on the best time of your life.” 

I almost started crying in desperation as I imagined what I would do with Michelle if Ann didn’t have my dick locked down. I tossed my phone down and collapsed on my bed. My thoughts bounced between Michelle and Ann for the rest of the night until I finally managed to fall asleep. 

When I woke up, I still had the uncomfortable blue balls feeling that I hoped in vain would go away. The intensity of the feeling varied over the next couple of days but never fully disappeared. 

~~ 

So, when I returned to Ann’s office, I was both mentally and physically on edge. Ella, the young blonde receptionist was wearing a tight-fitting top with a v-neckline just low enough to showcase her modest cleavage. The outline of her nipples confirmed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Normally, I would have found her mildly attractive. In my current state, I felt both uncontrollably excited and hopelessly emasculated looking at her.  

“You look really tense,” she said sweetly, “Is there anything I can do to help you relax while you wait?” 

“No ma’am,” I said softly. 

“Ma’am?” Ella smirked, “You weren’t so polite the last time you were here. In fact, you were kinda rude.” 

“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to be.” 

“It’s ok,” she giggled, “I was just wondering what the boss lady did to improve you so quickly.” She turned briefly to her computer screen and pulled up a file, then her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, “Oh! You’re in chastity now! That’s so cool! How does it feel?” 

I blushed and stammered something about not liking it. 

“Well, you aren’t supposed to like it, are you?” she laughed, “Would you do anything I say if I could get you out?” 

“Yes, probably,” I admitted nervously. 

“Cool. I need to try this with my boyfriend” She smiled, “Anyway, the boss lady is ready for you now. She stood up and strode to the door with a more authoritative manner than I remembered from last time. She made a sharp gesture with her index finger and said “Come,” in a voice like she was commanding a pet. 

Blushing, I followed her into the office, where she pointed at the rose couch and said, “Sit.” I obeyed and she departed with a warm smile, saying mostly to herself, “Mmm, yeah, I really do have to try this on my boyfriend.” 

Ann, who had been watching in amusement from behind her desk said, “I see that losing control of you dick is having a good psychological effect on you. I really should have locked you up when we were dating, it definitely would have gotten rid of that bad habit you had of resisting me. Oh, don’t look so nervous! The last thing I want to do is get back together with you. As soon as you do this little favor for me, I don’t want anything more from you. I really am grateful for your help, so if you keep being a good boy, maybe I’ll play with your dick a little once the cage is off. Would you like that?” 

“Yes,” I panted softly, hoping that it wasn’t obvious how insanely horny I was. 

“I thought so,” Ann grinned, “Now be a good boy and get undressed.” 

I was embarrassed, but I was in no position to argue, so I stripped down quickly, hoping that this would be over soon. Smiling broadly, Ann strolled over and grasped my balls firmly in her hands. 

“It’s been over two weeks since you came, right?” she asked casually, and I nodded. She began to gently knead my nuts as she continued “I can already feel how tense and uncomfortable you are. Am I giving you blue balls?” 

“Yes,” I whimpered. 

“Good,” she intoned soothingly, “I scheduled a castration consultation for you two weeks from today, so you have plenty of time to get used to this feeling. Remember, you’re supposed to be in a Female Lead Relationship, so what we need to focus on between now and then is how you behave with your girlfriend.” 

“Girlfriend?” I exclaimed, but was cut short by debilitating pain as Ann fingers dug into my balls. 

“Shh,” Ann hissed, “The first thing you need to learn is not to speak without permission. At the appointment, your girlfriend will handle all of the talking unless she explicitly instructs you to speak. Do you understand?” 

I nodded as Ann steadily increased the pressure on my balls, making my legs shake. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, as if she was daring me to complain or ask the question that was on the edge of my lips. Finally, she released her grip, leaving a lingering pain in my throbbing balls. 

“Are you curious who’s going to play the part of your girlfriend?” she asked playfully. I nodded respectfully, not wanting to risk more ball pain if that wasn’t an invitation to speak. 

“Ella, we’re ready!” Ann called. 

Oh fuck, I thought, not Ella. It would be humiliating to pretend that I was letting a girl who looks like a college freshman have me castrated. And, from the brief interactions we’d had, I could tell that she would enjoy it way too much. 

Ella bounced into the room with a big smile on her face. Her eyes widened and she giggled at the sight of me cupping my hand over the small cage in a vain effort to hide my shame. 

“Hands behind your head” Ann snapped, and I obeyed. 

Ella pursed her lips and said with realistic sympathy, “Aww, poor little guy!”  

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about me or my trapped dick, and I didn’t give it too much thought, because my mind was quickly overwhelmed with surprise at who followed Ella into the room. Michelle. Fuck, she looked amazing in a floral dress that clung to her hips and accentuated her cleavage with a plunging neckline. 

I’d looked at Michelle’s nudes every day since she sent them until I literally screamed in frustration at the cage preventing my dick from experiencing any pleasure. Now, seeing her suddenly in person, I was overcome with the desire to throw her onto the couch and have my way with her. Even if Ann hadn’t locked my dick, though, I wouldn’t have been able to from the sheer embarrassment of her seeing me this way. I had always been in control with her in the bedroom, but I could see from the intrigued look in her eyes and her small, satisfied smile that seeing me totally emasculated by my ex had changed something. I tried to imagine gripping her hair in my hand and moving he lips onto my straining cock like I had done in the past, and the action seemed completely unthinkable. 

“Have fun!” Ella bubbled sweetly to Michelle, touching her upper arm in some gesture of feminine encouragement. Michelle’s smile broadened, and Ella winked as she exited. 

“Hi!” Michelle pipped, “Surprised to see me?” 

I looked hesitantly at Ann, who said, “No, don’t speak yet. It’s your job to listen right now. And, from now on, you only get to speak if Michelle says ‘you can speak’ or ‘you can answer.’” I nodded, and Michelle looked impressed as Ann continued, “I wouldn’t have dreamed of asking you to do me a special favor like this without checking with your girlfriend first to make sure that it’s ok with her, so I introduced myself to Michelle. She told me that you two had actually broken up, but she is so generous that she said I should go ahead and ask you and she would pretend to still be your girlfriend when she takes you to the clinic for me. Isn’t that so nice of her?” 

“Yes,” I muttered, trying not to show how humiliated I was. 

“You forgot!” Ann said forcefully, “You can’t talk unless Michelle tells you too. You need to learn. Spread your legs.” 

As I widened my stance, an icy chill spread from my stomach though the rest of my body, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was afraid of the pain or mortified that Michelle was about to see Ann bust my balls. What happened was even worse than I imagined though. 

“Please kick him,” Ann said politely to Michelle. 

“In the balls?” Michelle asked in disbelief as she looked back and forth between Ann and me. 

“It’s the most effective way to train a guy,” Ann said matter-of-factly, “Did you never do it when he was your boyfriend? Or punch or squeeze them?” 

“No,” Michelle answered awkwardly. 

“I’m sure you wanted to, right?” Ann prodded. 

“Yeah, sometimes,” Michelle admitted with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. 

“Well, this is your chance,” Ann encouraged, “kick him as hard as you want. And don’t worry, balls can take a lot more than most women think. It’s unusual to break a pair on your first try.” 

I watched in horror as Michelle’s chunky boots drew back. A moment later, pain exploded through my body as the boot’s reenforced toe crushed my nuts into my pelvis. I was terrified that Ann’s reassurance was misguided, because it felt like Michelle had cracked both of my nuts. I collapsed to the floor, tentatively feeling my swollen balls to convince myself that they were still intact. 

“Are you afraid she damaged your poor little nuts?” Ann teased. 

“Yes,” I whimpered in a panic. 

“If that’s what you’re afraid of,” Ann smirked as she pressed her foot to my shoulder to roll me onto my back, “then you had better learn not to speak unless Michelle tells you to. Kick him again. It’s the only way he’ll learn.” 

“Move your hands and spread your legs,” Michelle ordered with an icy pleasure in her voice that I’d never heard before. 

I obeyed and watched powerlessly as a swift kick sent my swollen balls flying up over the front of the flat cage and bouncing back down. Fresh waves of nauseating pain washed over me, and I felt entirely at Michelle’s mercy as I stared up at her smiling face. 

“Do you really think that I damaged your balls?” Michelle asked sweetly. 

“I don’t know, maybe,” I said, feeling a weird imperative to reassure her, “I’m sure they’ll be ok.” 

“They aren’t going to be ok if you keep talking without being told!” Michelle laughed. Suddenly she was standing directly over me, with one boot planted firmly on my balls. My body tensed with a constant, sharp pain as she slowly ground them into the floor. 

“Does this hurt?” she asked calmly. I nodded my head but didn’t utter a sound. 

“Are you afraid I’m going to hurt your chances of having kids?” I nodded my head again, desperately, tears welling in my eyes. 

“Interesting,” Michelle said slowly, “I’m surprised that’s so important to you now. I guess it was just me, then, that made you so opposed to the idea of having kids.” I started to speak but caught myself and just shook my head. 

“It doesn’t matter now,” Michelle said, pressing harder so that new sharp sensations of pain erupted in my balls. 

Fuck, I thought, she’s going to castrate me right here. Why did I break up with her? I could have had a great life with her. Now I’m not going to have her, I’m not going to have balls, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life regretting the choices I made. 

“Are you afraid that I’m going to pop your balls and turn you into a eunuch?” she asked, savoring my fear. I nodded frantically. 

“Then beg me not to,” she said with a broad smile. I hesitated and her smile grew bigger. “It looks like you’re finally learning. This is a command. Beg me not to break your balls and promise me that you’ll do everything I say.” 

“Please,” I gasped tearfully, “please don’t break my balls. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t do everything I could to please you. I’ll do anything you want. I won’t talk unless you say. Whatever you command, I’ll do. Please just don’t castrate me, please!” 

“Wow,” Michelle laughed, flushed with excitement, “This is just a game, but that was fuckin’ hot. If you had been like this when we were dating... damn. Well, anyway, it’s going to be fun to play your dominant girlfriend. Tell me it’s going to be fun for you too.” 

“It will be fun for me,” I responded, so relieved that my balls were safe that I didn’t care if it was true or not. 

“Good,” Michelle grinned, easing into one of the chairs, “now sit at my feet and keep quiet.” I obeyed. 

Ann told me that she had already prepared Michelle with everything she needed to know for the appointment. The test, after all, was to determine which surgeons would schedule castrations at the direction of a dominant woman. So, I just needed to follow Michelle’s commands. To make sure that I could do this believably, like the couples that Ann would be referring to a surgeon, she wanted Michelle and me to meet for four hours every night before the appointment to practice. 

“Oh my god,” Michelle laughed, “That is going to be so much fun! I’m going to start practicing now. Put your cloths on and walk me to my car.” 

I obeyed. As we exited the building, Ella called cheerfully, “Enjoy having your ex by the balls for two weeks! Just make sure they’re still attached when you’re done so you don’t mess up the boss lady's plan.” 

“Don’t worry,” Michelle giggled, “As long as he behaves, I won’t be too rough on him!” 

~~ 

I did behave. Over the next two weeks, Michelle practiced commanding me until it felt natural to both of us. At first, she was clearly thrilled to have my dick incapacitated and my balls available for her amusement. In our first practice sessions, she dressed in various revealing outfits and most of the time was spent with her ordering me to describe how frustrated I was and beg her to unlock the cage. Then she’d say something like, “You sound really desperate. Don’t worry, I’ll make it so that sex is the last thing you think about.” Then she would giggle as she experimented with different ways to put my balls in pain while I described the feelings to her. She didn’t stop until my balls were swollen and the lingering pain was so bad that my dick stopped straining against the cage. 

By the end of the week, her initial manic thrill had mellowed into a more restrained pleasure. Instead of constantly asking me to describe what I was feeling (which was mostly sexual frustration and embarrassment), she wanted me to stay totally silent. And, instead of going all out on my balls for an hour to two, she used the knowledge she’d gained about what was most effective to spread out fewer, more devasting assaults through our time together, while I performed tasks for her, everything from cleaning her apartment and doing her dishes and laundry to massaging her feet or feeding her grapes. 

One time, after I had brought her a glass of wine, she ordered me to get down on all fours in front of the couch so that she could rest her feet on my back while she watched TV. She had me face away from her and keep my legs spread so that whenever she got the urge she could land a hard kick to my nuts. She warned me in advance that every noise I made would result in a minute of extreme ball pain later. Although I did my best not to make a sound, that night ended with my balls squeezed in a vice for 18 minutes while Michelle finished her wine and smirked at my sweating and squirming. 

By the date of the consultation appointment, there was no doubt that her dominance over me would be both believable and obvious to everyone at the clinic. My big fear was that, when this was all over, there would be no way to undo my feeling of her power. I started to wonder if she would consider starting a relationship with me again. She clearly enjoyed playing this role, but if she were my girlfriend again, surely, she wouldn’t be this extreme. I realized that I would be happy submitting to her, as long as it wasn’t always this intense. And, of course, as long as she didn’t really want us to be one of the couples that Ann plans to write referral letters for. Michelle’s games with my nuts over the last two weeks had made me keenly aware that I couldn’t imagine anything worse than losing them.