r/castrationstories

It was finally over for the legendary Hercules as he had just completed his 12th and final labor as all the beautiful village women proceeded to pleasure his massive 10inc cock and huge massive sweaty tennis size balls as the girls started to laugh and giggle taking turns sucking his dick and licking his balls.

Hercules was a mountain of a man who stood at 8 foot tall 400 pounds of pure muscle massive muscles as big as Mr. universe if not bigger. Big tree trunk legs big hairy chest with short black hair and blue eyes.

He was a Demi god the son of Zeus himself and the ultimate man of peak testosterone and masculinity that the world has ever seen before.

Women would often pleasure themselves as he would walk by in the village as seeing his massive muscles and huge cock and gigantic balls would make them burst out gushing cum between their legs.

Suddenly a Wise old man came bursting through the door in a panic with terror in his eyes.

"My lord Hercules we desperately need your help once again for you see an evil witch woman in the forest is castration any man that just so happens to enter there" said the terrified old man.

"Mmm the forest you say huh okay I shall do this labor and rid this horrible witch woman for you so that your people may travel again through the forest" said a pride full Hercules.

"Thank you my lord oh great Hercules thank the gods for your brave strength and kind heart" said the wise old man.

"Well ladies I must be going now I have to go kill an evil witch" said Hercules to the 6 beautiful big breasted naked women as they continue to suck stroke and lick his cock and balls.

"Ohh Hercules may we please finish you to completion before your fight with that evil witch" said one of the girls.

"Mmm yes you shall I will let you ladies know when I'm ready to release my life nectar upon you so be prepared to come together so I shall blast my semen on to thee" said Hercules to the girls.

All six of the young 18 to 20 year old girls began working together sucking and stroking his massive 10 inch cock as two girls were both sucking one ball each in their mouths.

Suddenly the great Hercules started to stand up and release his massive cum ropes all over every girl as not one face was spared with his gooey jizz.

As Hercules was leaving the girls started giggling and laughing as one of them wiped the cum off of her face and began to insert her fingers inside her pussy in hopes of getting pregnant and having a boy that would one day be as big and strong as Hercules.

"Stupid girl what do you think your doing that's not how us women can get pregnant" said one of the peasant girls.

"It might ohh how I would love to bare a strong masculine boy someday like him" said the girl as she put her two fingers deep inside herself with Hercules cum.

Meanwhile Hercules and his men all stood near the forest as four of the villager men went with him in hopes of killing the witch themselves and also it was a great honor to be next to the legendary Hercules himself.

All four men were from head to toe in body armor but unfortunately for them they didn't have an armor piece that would protect their most sensitive areas there penis and testicles.

As for Hercules himself he was so proud and cocky that he didn't care to wear body armor of any kind for he simply walked into the forest completely naked with his huge massive cock and big round swinging balls just bouncing around.

As they were heading forward into the dark haunted forest they couldn't help but feel a cold chill running down their bodies as the stories about a cruel witch cutting off the balls of any man who just so happens to enter the forest.

Then suddenly a massive tornado of wind gusts around the men and Hercules as two of the men both fall down grabbing their balls in pain and agony.

"Ohh by the gods my BALLS it feels like something powerful has ram between my legs and crushed my testicles AHHHHH" screams out one of the men.

Then a second powerful gust of wind came around them as the other two men fell victim to the wind storm as they too started to grip their balls in pain.

Then Hercules heard laughter coming from the wind itself as an even louder and bigger wind storm came around the four men holding and cuddling their balls on the ground all began screaming out in agony and crying as loudly as possible.

Then the massive wind storm went away to reveal to Hercules horror that all four men were now gripping their balls as blood started to gush out of their open wounds as they all cried and slowly passed out from the pain.

HAHA Hahaha HAHAHA HAHAHA a woman's voice was heard as she finally revealed herself to Hercules with both of her hands holding 8 bloody testicles with four in each hand all connected still with the men's sperm cords.

"Mmm these beautiful balls will add a very fine collection to me the evil witch woman said laughing with an evil smile as she took out a huge jar that contained over a hundred severed bloody testicles all creamed inside and mush up together as she put the newly castrated balls inside the jar before giving a huge whiff before closing it up.

The wind witch woman was a beautiful and sexy woman who stood at 5-4 long black hair down to her arms, beautiful but evil green eyes with a very young youthful appearance. Her body was drop dead gorgeous as she was only wearing a tiny loincloth that barely covered her two huge massive round DD tits and lovely firm ass and sexy trimmed pussy with an adorable slit.

"Mmm wow your balls are so massive I can't wait to have them and play with them all day" said the witch looking down at Hercules massive tennis ball size testicles.

"Time to die you foul women" said Hercules as he ran towards her with murder in his eyes as she slowly disappeared out of nowhere.

"Where are you women screaming out Hercules as suddenly he began to feel a sharp numbing pain from between his legs as a loud CRUNCH sound was heard in the air.

"UHHHH MY BALLS OOOHH" said Hercules as he started to cup them in pain.

"HAHA HEEE HAHAHA HAHAHA you men and your weak ugly balls"laugh the witch in her wind form.

"UHHHH OHHHHHH MMMMMM UHHHH SHOW YOURSELF WOMAN" yelled Hercules as he continued to hold onto his busted balls.

"As you wish handsome CRUNCH!!! Suddenly the witch showed herself only to kick Hercules as hard as she could right in his balls with her bare foot.

Poor Hercules couldn't take the pain any longer as he fell down onto the ground on his back looking up at the witch as she looked down at him laughing and giggling even mocking his pain.

"Ahhh does it hurt ohh poor man it's got to be hard knowing that no matter how strong you men are those little round stinky ugly hairy things between your legs will always be your downfall HAHAHA HAHAHA" laugh the witch.

Then suddenly the witch dropped her foot into Hercules big massive swollen balls as his jaw dropped and his eyes began to cross.

SQUISH SPLAT CRACK the loud gooey squishy sounds came from between his legs as she began to grind her sexy foot into his ballsack as a powerless Hercules can only look up at her with cross eyes and watch as she smirks and giggles.

"Ohh how I just love the wonderful sounds your balls make as I'm crushing them haha" said the witch.

Then the witch started to bend down with a tiny dagger and look at Hercules one last time with an evil smile before she took the dagger and pressed it against his balls.

"Any last words before I take your balls and add them to my collection with the others Mmm" said the evil witch.

Hercules didn't speak a word as the witch started to slice his balls off only she couldn't do it.

"What why can't I cut them off what's going on? Said the confused witch.

"Silly witch you can crush my balls but you could never cut them off for I the great Hercules am a Demi God.

Suddenly Hercules grabbed the witch by her head and broke it in one quick loud CRUNCH.

It took poor Hercules hours before he was able to stand back up as the numbing sharp pulseing pain from his sack did not go away until he reached the village.

As Hercules got back to the village with the witch in both of his arms he dropped her dead body in front of all the townspeople as everybody cheered and clapped in celebration.

Later that day all the women in the village came into his room to pleasure him as they looked down at his balls in horror to find them black and bruised and swollen.

"Ohh you poor strong Hercules let All of us town women please your swollen balls" said one of the girls as they all took turns rubbing his sore balls and gently kissing them before sucking them as they all ended up sucking and fucking Hercules later that night.

Hercules looks up at the 12th woman or so fucking him that night with a huge smile as he knows that he is truly the ultimate man of pure strength and lust in every women's eyes.

END 😁

A divorce where the wife gets custody of the ex husbands balls. Something with a “family jewels clause” that slides under the radar of the husband and his lawyer so he doesn’t realize he’s signing his balls away when they sign the papers and the divorce is finalized - something about making it seem like it’s her getting actual jewelry instead of his family jewels. Maybe they’re tricked easily because it’s an amicable split?

Maybe they have a ballbusting past too when they were a couple to make it fun and why she wants his balls?

When she finally collects, she gives him no choice since he signed (maybe he’d owe her outrageous amounts of money if he doesn’t get neutered?) and she ends up snipping him.

I’d love for them to meet again later and she shows off his little sack as a coin purse and his little nuts as earrings or jewelry

Could even be a two parter because I like when stories visit the eunuch later and kind of rub it in (especially when the balls aren’t destroyed and she still has his manhood as her property). She can be sure to make it known to others that his balls are hers

This story is entirely fiction, and all characters involved are assumed to be of legal age.

Tom, Peter, Steve, Robby, and Karli had been friends since high school and had stayed in touch throughout their college years. Whenever they had time off simultaneously, including during semester breaks, they preferred to spend it together. They passed the time playing sports and games, chatting about their future plans, the girls they were currently smitten with, and who the hottest girls on campus were. 

That year marked the tenth anniversary of their first time hanging out together, and they had decided to celebrate with a special trip across Europe during the summer holidays. At the moment, they were staying with a female farmer in a remote area of northeastern Germany. The region seemed almost deserted; apart from small villages every few miles or the occasional isolated farmhouse, there was hardly anything there. 

Nevertheless, the landscape offered plenty of space and country roads that were perfect for a bicycle tour. Today, they set off on just such a tour, riding used bicycles they had recently discovered and purchased at a small workshop in their holiday town. It was a hot day, and the road was dusty. They were all the more delighted, then, when Steve pointed into the distance at a body of water glittering in the sunlight. Although they hadn't brought any swimwear, skinny-dipping was quite common in Germany, and a cooling dip would certainly do them good on a day like this. 

As they drew closer and paused for a moment to enjoy the peaceful sight of the lake, a utility vehicle pulled up beside them. Inside were two local women, slightly older than the five friends. The driver, a woman with strawberry-blonde curls and freckles, leaned out of the vehicle and called over, "Na, Jungs, wo soll's denn hingehen?" 

"Um... excuse me, ma'am," said Robby. “We don’t speak German! We’re Americans! Right, guys?” he added, nodding to his friends as if his statement needed confirmation. 

“Oh!” said the second woman in the passenger seat, who was tanned and wore her chestnut hair tied back in a ponytail. “In this cas; where are you headed?” 

“Just down to the lake, ma’am,” Tom replied. “You aren’t planning to go swimming in Lake Geldings, are you?” she asked. 

“Actually, yes, we are,” said Tom. “Is there a problem?” 

“Please don’t tell me it’s forbidden!” Karli chimed in. 

“Well,” said the woman at the wheel, “not exactly forbidden, but you might not like it there.” 

“Why not? It looks really beautiful from a distance!” Steve countered. 

“Of course, I’m not your mother,” said the blonde woman. “So it’s not my place to tell you what to do! Just do whatever you want.” 

“Anyway, have fun, boys!” the brunette woman called out with a laugh as her friend stepped on the gas. The five friends looked at each other and shrugged. 

“What was that all about?” said Karli.

Just fifteen minutes later, they reached the shore of Lake Gelding. The lake was largely overgrown with reeds, but the country road led down a slope directly to a gravel beach that provided access to the water. A few weeping willows leaned over the water, dipping their long, leafy branches into it. It seemed as though no one had been there for a long time, for there was hardly any litter among the gravel or in the undergrowth. However, what caught the five friends' attention was a weathered wooden sign with red lettering in German. 

Since Peter was the only one who had thought to install an automatic translation app on his phone for the trip, he took a picture of the sign and read the translation aloud without waiting for the others to ask. "Swimming recommended only for girls and women," he read. "Boys and men are strongly advised to stay away from the water!"

"What the hell!" Robby exclaimed. "That makes absolutely no sense!" 

"True," Steve agreed. "Why would it be okay for girls but not for boys? I don't get it!" 

"Maybe it's supposed to be a place where girls and women can swim in peace, without being watched or harassed by men?" Karli suggested. 

"Don't be ridiculous, man!" Tom said. "This is a public space!"

"Hey, guys! Guys!" Peter called out. "Look! We're not alone!" Everyone’s eyes followed Peter’s finger as he pointed across the lake.

Far out in the water, they spotted milky-white skin and heads with red and blonde hair shimmering in the light. It was a group of three women splashing in the lake, two blondes and a redhead. They were young and obviously naked, for the boys could clearly make out their large, uncovered breasts glistening in the sun. And what breasts they were! Big, round, and firm, straight out of a teenager’s fantasies, with pink or brown nipples. They looked amazingly natural, too. Mesmerized, the boys watched as the girls caressed each other’s breasts, sucked on their nipples, squeezed them, and splashed water at one another.

“Wow!” said Steve. “Check those out!”

“I think I’m in love! Or maybe I’m just horny!” Karli blurted out.

“Look!” cried Tom. “They’re waving at us! They want us to come over!”

Sure enough, the three women were waving in their direction, smiling, and blowing kisses.

“Last one there is a limp-dicked loser!” shouted Peter, hurriedly starting to undress. The others followed suit. Every one of the boys was eager to strip naked and swim over to the bathing beauties as fast as possible. The warning on the sign was all but forgotten.

A desperate scramble for a spot at the ample bosoms ensued. There were only three busty sirens and five sexually aroused men, and none of the guys was in the mood for a threesome involving another man, friend or otherwise. As always when the friends competed in sports, Tom was the fastest. He set his sights directly on the redhead; who waved at him and winked seductively.

Smiling, she spread her arms to welcome him and show off her massive breasts. Tom was so aroused that he didn't even wonder how she managed to keep her upper body above water. Just as he was close enough to touch her, she suddenly submerged. 

Confused, Tom began treading water. He looked down to spot the beautiful redhead. There she was! Right beneath him, but there seemed to be a fish there too, a massive creature, far too big for waters like these. Suddenly, her cold, wet fingers touched Tom’s buttocks. She clung tight and dug her sharp nails deep into his tender flesh, pulling his most intimate area closer to her face. "Am I getting an underwater blowjob?" Tom wondered as he felt something gently caress his scrotum. 

Then, something suddenly gripped his testicles roughly. A sharp pain shot through his groin, and Tom was yanked violently downward by his balls. 

Tom’s head disappeared beneath the surface of the water. With wide, staring eyes, he saw the redhead’s face, contorted into a grimace yet beautiful. Her skin shimmered, covered in countless tiny scales. Her mouth hung wide open, revealing a multitude of needle-sharp teeth, while her long, slender tongue was wrapped around his testicles. Glancing around, he realized the same thing was happening to Peter and Robby. 

The creature’s body tapered into a long, tassel-like fish tail. She, or it, was pulling his balls closer and closer to her mouth. As the mermaid clamped her mouth around the base of his scrotum, a fresh wave of pain shot through Tom. But all of a sudden, she let go again. Tom fought his way back to the surface and scrambled toward the shore as if his life depended on it. On his way, he passed Karli and Steve, who were swimming toward them. 

Tom was too breathless to speak; it was only the unmistakable panic on his face that prompted his friends to turn back. Robby and Peter had also managed to break free from the grasp of the monstrous beauties and were close behind him. But Karli and Steve were once again too slow and fell behind. When Tom turned to check on them, he could just make out them being pulled underwater; yet his panic was too great for him to help them. 

Finally, coughing and gasping for air, he reached the gravel beach and crawled ashore on his hands and knees. Exhausted, he collapsed and struggled for breath. Robby and Peter followed shortly after. And a few minutes later, Karli and Steve also emerged from the lake, no less exhausted and terrified than the others.

“Just look at what’s washed up here!” a woman’s voice announced. “There are five freshly castrated geldings!” 

The five friends looked up in confusion. The two local women from earlier were standing at the top of the slope above and their utility vehicle was parked behind them. 

“Wh... what do you mean?” Peter asked. 

“Just take a look at yourselves!” the brunette laughed. “None of you have your balls anymore! The mermaids of Lake Gelding have gobbled up your manhoods!”

All five jumped up and screamed in shock. Below their penises, exactly where their testicles had once been, there was nothing but a fresh, pink, X-shaped scar. 

"What?" "How?" "This can't be happening!" they cried out in confusion. 

"Yes, it's true!" the strawberry-blonde woman shouted back. "Your days of fucking are over! You've been castrated! You're geldings, muttons, eunuchs!"

Karli was the first to find his voice again. "W... why? Why didn't you tell us this was going to happen?"

"Oh, we did!" said the brunette. "Well, sort of. We just weren't very specific about it." 

"Exactly!" laughed the strawberry-blonde woman. "Why would we have missed out on the pleasure of watching a bunch of stupid young men lose their balls? It's so much fun and never gets old!" 

"That... that's not funny!" Robby cried out. "That's cruel!" He was actually crying now, realizing that he would remain a virgin forever. The women just laughed at his misery. 

"You’ll get used to it. And on the way back, you’ll have plenty of time to come to terms with the fact that you’re a bunch of limp dicked eunuchs with no balls!" 

The mention of the return trip made Tom pay closer attention to his surroundings. "Wait a minute! Where are our bikes and our clothes?"
"Well, we took the liberty of loading everything up," said the brunette, patting the bed of her vehicle. Their bikes were lying there, securely stowed. The five eunuchs stared in disbelief. 

"You can't just leave us behind like this!" Steve cried out in desperation. "It’s miles away, and we’re completely naked!" 

The women just laughed even louder and got into the car. 

"Right!" the strawberry-blonde giggled. "It’s a long way, and we want to make sure everyone knows you don't have any balls anymore!" With that, she started the engine and drove off. 

For a while, the five young eunuchs simply hung their heads and covered their now-useless little penises with their hands. Then, they set off on foot.

 This is entirely fiction, and all characters involved are assumed to be of legal age.

“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!” 

 

[mm, ballbusting, castration, streaming, commission]

"You don't want to back out, right?"

Jack was an athletic, large-boned guy with unruly dirty blond hair. He was talking to his college dorm buddy, Ryan.

"We prepared for this," Ryan said. "I'm not thinking about backing out."

Ryan, smaller of the two guys, had toned body. They wore tight shirts and pants. They had removed all the unnecessary furniture pieces, so that only things camera could see were two chairs and empty wall of the dorm room. There was a table with a PC, that showed a screen of a camsite. The name of their account was "two_straight_kings", the chatroom was currently empty. Camera was already on, the menu was ready. Everything was prepared for their first show.

"Fuck it, let's earn some money," Jack said.

Ryan clicked green "Start stream" button. The title of the stream was "Erotic show for real gentlemen." They were officially online. Ryan felt a bit nervous.

"There's no going back," Ryan remarked.

Jack scoffed. He was feeling the adrenaline too and was restless.

"Chill out, man. We'll just have an erotic show. None of that gay shit."

As expected the beginning was slow. First viewers showed up after ten minutes. First messages flashed on the screen.

"I like the guy on the left," somebody wrote.

"That's Ryan. I'm Jack," athletic guy told the viewers.

"Hi, guys, welcome to the stream!" Ryan added. "Check out our menu!"

After aminute, Jack was getting restless.

"Fuck it!" he said and pulled off his shirt. "We gotta give them what they want."

He flexed his arms, making his upper arm muscles bulge. Ryan followed suit. He removed his shirt and flexed too. His body was lean, without any body fat, with his muscles defined under his skin. There was a dozen people in the chat.

"Nice guns!" somebody wrote.

"No fucking? I'm out," somebody else wrote.

Jack turned his face to Ryan.

"Fuck that guy!" he said under breath, so that microphone wouldn't pick it up.

Finally, somebody tipped, as announced by a special sound effect. A tip message with golden background flashed on the screen. It was a $20 message from their menu "Get naked". The account's name was "driller666".

"Thank you for the tip, ehm, Driller!" Ryan said.

"Oh, no, thank you, gentlemen!" the viewer responded.

They removed their pants. Jack breathed with relief, because the tight pants were too tight for him anyway. Jack's dick was girthy, adorned with thick veins. His ballsack was large, with two heavy nuts inside. Ryan had a smooth dick that hung over his balsack. Both guys had shaved smooth in preparation for the stream.

"There's no point putting pants back on," Jack said.

"Maybe our dicks will get us more viewers," Ryan said.

"It's only the tips that count!"

They didn't get to wait for long. There was another tip sound, again from "driller666". Two $10 tips and menu items flashed on the screen. Jack and Ryan laughed.

"Slap to balls? I forgot that was on the menu," Jack said.

"Please, slap each other," Driller typed. "You'll really make my day."

"Everything for your pleasure," Ryan said in the camera.

They got up from their chairs and stood facing each other. Ryan looked down and turned his palm towards Jack's balls.

"I'll go first, if you don't mind," he said.

Ryan shot his hand upwards and struck Jack's balls, producing a loud smack. The balls felt firm and round, under silky skin of Jack's ballsack. The athletic guy winced.

"My turn," he said.

Jack smacked his meaty hand into Ryan's crotch, making the smaller ballsack disappear for a second. The hit made Ryan twitch. Both guys chuckled.

"I hope you liked that, Driller," Ryan said.

"Than you, boys," Driller typed. "You do custom requests, don't you?"

"It depends, but sure..." Ryan replied.

"What about $100 for a punch to Jack's balls?"

Ryan and Jack stared at the message, then exchanged looks.

"For a hundred? I'm ready," Jack said.

At the same moment tip sound effect ringed. Driller had tipped a custom $100 tip.

"You sure?" Ryan whispered.

"We are here to earn money," Jack whispered back to him.

Ryan dropped on knees, facing his friend's crotch and raised his fist. Jack held his weighty dick out of the way with his fingers. His fat nuts hung between his muscular thighs, in front of Ryan's eyes. Ryan thrusted his fist forward and crushed into Jack's ballsack like a freight train.

"Oughch..." escaped Jack's mouth.

"Sorry, man," Ryan whispered.

Jack didn't respond, he just, craddling his balls and carefully putting his feet, walked a little circle around the room. Nevertheless, the chat loved it.

"Harder!" some viewer wrote.

"Poor guy!" somebody else remarked.

"Beautiful!" Driller typed.

"I'm glad you guys loved it!" Ryan said. "And again, thank you, Driller."

Meanwhile Jack returned to his chair and dropped his ass in the seat. He kept his legs wide, dick and balls resting on the edge of the chair.

"You ok, man?" Ryan asked him quietly.

"That was nothing," Jack replied. "My balls can take a little punch."

Meanwhile, there was another tip sound. It was another Driller's $100 tip lit up on screen. His message followed.

"I love equality," Driller wrote, "May I ask for Jack to kick Ryan's nuts?"

Jack immediately got up from his chair, and motioned his friend to take position.

"That's just fair, isn't it?" he said.

Ryan reluctantly took stance with his legs wide. His balls hung in a floppy ballsack, completely naked and unprotected. He held his breath, and the chat seemed to be holding breath too. Jack licked his lips and kicked. His toes crushed into their target and made ballsack fly in the air. Ryan's whole package swung like a pendulum and hit his belly. He bent over, nursing his balls in his hands.

"Yeh, that was fair," Ryan muttered.

Jack's big toe had really smashed into his right nut. He had to sit down. Chat filled with messages.

"You really made them jump, baby!" Driller wrote.

"I'm stroking to you guys," some other viewer messaged.

Both guys took deep breaths. Their balls felt warm and definitely didn't need more damage applied to them. Their dicks, resting on the slighly red ballsacks, were semi-hard. Ryan and Jack exchanged looks, as if thinking the same thing.

"I didn't know I will be touching your nuts that much tonight," Jack said.

Ryan winced. Then another Driller's message lit up on the screen.

"I'll double the tip," he wrote. "For a mutual squeeze for ten seconds."

"Sure!" Ryan said.

He didn't know why did he agree so soon. Jack sent him steely look.

"You should ask me first," he murmured.

Driller didn't waste time letting them argue. Another golden tip message for $200 flashed on screen.

"Sorry," Ryan said with a guilty look.

They faced each other, closer to camera. Ryan reached for Jack's balls. They were warm, still sore from his punch. Big guy's dick was semi-hard, just like his own.

"Thumbs firmly on them nuts, boys," Driller added.

"This guy is relentless..." Jack whispered.

"Just make it look real," Ryan whispered in return.

Obviously, he didn't want to scare their top tipper away. Jack reached for Ryan's ballsack and placed his thumbs on his friends sperm orbs.

"Three, two, one, go!"

They both simultaneously pressed their thumbs down.

"One, two..." Ryan counted.

Ryan and Jack's thumbs were digging into each other's balls for real. The pain didn't need to be acted. Their muscles tensed.

"...five, six..." Ryan squeezed words through his teeth.

The pain was excruciating. Each second felt like a year.

"...ten!"

Relieved, they both let each other go. Bodies were sweaty. They were gasping for air. Red flashes had appeared all over their tense muscles.

"Thank you, Driller!"

Jack carefully massaged his large nuts. They were not damaged, but after the pressure applied, they felt different. Somehow they were softer, more tender. Who even was this Driller? He surely had money to spend. Driller wasn't giving them time to think.

"I'll double again," he wrote. "Just for Jack to step in Ryan's balls for ten seconds."

"If you have the money," Jack said.

A golden $400 tip flashed on the screen. Jack shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" he softly said. "This guy wants what he wants."

"Just... take it easy," Ryan said.

He spread his legs, letting his balls rest on the seat. Jack put his left foot on top of Ryan's saggy ballsack. He could feel both of friend's nuts under the arch of his foot. Jack then pushed himself from the floor and shifted his weight over to the left foot. All his body pressure was applied onto Ryan's balls.

"One, two..." Jack counted.

"Augghhh!" Ryan howled with his teeth clenched.

"...nine, ten!"

Jack finally stepped back on the floor, releasing his balls from under the weight. Both guys were breathing heavily. The pain from their balls was sickening, and arousing too. The whole thing was making them dizzy.

There was another sound effect, and another $400 tip flashed on the screeen. Driller wasnt' even waiting for guy's reaction.

"Give me a knee kick! I wonder, how strong Jack's balls are?"

Somehow, Driller was giving them instructions. Ryan and Jack stood close, so that their foreheads rubbed at each other. Their dicks were touching side by side. Jack's dick was almost twice as thick as Ryan's and hard. Engorged tip brushed at Ryan's abs. Ryan put his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Man...," Jack started to say.

He didn't get to finish his say, as Ryan's knee shot up and crushed into his nuts. Jack's knees gave in, and he slowly sunk from what felt like an explosion from the devastating kick. His left nut had turned into what felt like a red hot lava. Warm fluid splattered on Ryan's belly. Jack's cum was shooting from his dick, drawing on his abs and even chest. When Jack finally dropped on the floor, some more cum shot out, landing on Ryan's feet.

"Holy shit!" he muttered.

Moan of pain came from Jack.

"You crushed it!" he screamed.

After a moment of stupor Ryan rushed to help Jack stand up.

"I'm sorry for your ball!"

"Is he ok?" somebody wrote in chat.

"More!" wrote another member of the chatroom.

"I'm fine," Jack finally said.

Everything about him was saying he wasn't fine at all. Then Ryan sat the big guy down on the chair, both he and the chat could see the damage that was done. One side of Jack's ballsack sagged almost flat. His left ball had lost half of it's volume. That side of his ballsack was bright red, almost black.

The chatroom was quiet almost as if as stunned as Ryan and Jack were. Jack was sitting there, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. Ryan had to admit, the whole situation was arousing, but also disorientating. His dick was hard. Jack's dick, despite having a ball destroyed and cumming all over Ryan, didn't show any signs of softening. Driller sent another message.

"I'll double again," he wrote. "For an uppercut to Ryan's nuts."

They heard the sound of tip. Driller seemed to know the guys would comply. Jack had come to his senses.

"Let's do it!" he responed.

Ryan took position facing him. He closed his eyes, he knew this was going to be bad. Jack got on his knees, with his legs wide, so that his thigh wouldn't brush against his crushed nut. His friends balls were hanging in their loose sack in front of his eyes. He balled his fist.

"Here you go!"

He shot his fist upwards. Knuckles of his fist smashed into Ryan's softened nuts, and drove them into his groin. The punch lifted Ryan a foot above the floor. When he landed back on his feet, he came. As if the explosion inside his balls was all his dick had needed, he shot a long rope of cum directly in Jack's face. Afterwards Ryan dropped on the floor, whimpering. His hands were holding his ballsack. He could only feel one of his balls inside his painfully hot ballsack. The rest was filled with gooey pulp.

"Wow, man. You jizzed right into my eye," Jack remarked, as his friend was rolling on the floor. "Sorry about your ball."

He helped Ryan to get up from the floor. They carefully sat in their seats, both breathing heavily.

"I can't watch this! Unsubscribing!" somebody wrote.

"You weren't subsribed to begin with!" Jack shouted.

They looked at each other.

"Should we stop?" Jack asked. "We might go completely nutless."

"I don't know," Ryan muttered. "The money is good."

Driller sent another message, and Ryan Ryan inadvertently shudderred.

"I like your spirit, boys," the message read. "I'm doubling the tip again."

There was a sound of another tip.

"Now, Ryan, stomp on Jack's remaining nut."

Ryan couldn't help but exhale, happy that he wasn't on receiving end of Driller's request. Jack looked at the message and spread his knees.

"Don't use full force, man," he told Ryan. "We should end after this."

Ryan placed his foot on Jack's thigh. Jack's ballsack was imbalanced - one side still had his large ball, the other was crumpled and resembled a red rag. Ryan looked into Jack's eyes and stomped down. He felt soft flesh under his heel. There resistance of Jack's nut, after all the abuse it had endured tonight, was almost non-existant. There was a wet plop. Jack started convulsing in his chair, foaming from his mouth.

As if enchanted, Ryan fell on his knees to check on his friend. He couldn't believe Jack's remaining nut had flattened so easy. As if it had never existed. He leaned over Jack's destoyed ballsack to examine it. Jack's dick was still hard and standing up stiff. Just Ryan brought his face nearer, he noticed a white explosion and hot fluid splattered all over his face. Jack has came for the second time.

"Why do his balls look like that, lol?" typed some chatroom newcomer.

Suddenly there was a knock at their dorm room door.

"Hey, can you keep it down!" a rather high male voice shouted behind the wall.

Ryan recognized the voice of their buddy Matt. Chat had heard the knocking.

"Is there another guy?" some nosy viewer typed.

Ryan felt a moment of panic. Naturally, Driller had something to say.

"I double the tip," he messaged, "You bring that guy in here."

The sound of the tip didn't make him wait. Numbers were blurring in Ryan's eyes. Whatever it was, Driller's tips were good. The misterious tipper seemed to have infinite money.

After split second consideration Ryan sprung fron his seat and rushed to the door, as fast as his injured balls let him. He threw the door open. Matt was awake, just out of the bed. He was a slim, lanky freshman with a head full of messy hair. Matt wasn't wearing anything except for white briefs. Ryan noticed that freshman's briefs looked exceptionally full, contrasting to the rest of his frame. Matt was an owner of big juicy nuts.

"Tone it down!" Matt said before changing his tone.

"Hey, why are you naked?" he added. "What are you doing here?"

Ryan didn't keep listening to freshman's questions. He grabbed the unexpected participant by the throat and pulled him inside. Ryan pressed Matt at the wall and looked at the chat. He was ready for the next tip.

"I like the new boy," Driller wrote. "You know what to do!"

Ryan heard the sound of a fresh tip. He didn't even need to look at the numbers. Ryan's knee crushed into Matt's testicles.

"Auggh!" freshman exclamed.

"Shut up!"

Ryan squeezed Matt's throat with his hands and kept kicking. With each knee, it felt Matt's balls were losing their shape. After a quick, devastating series of kick contents of freshman's briefs were turned into mush. Last knee felt like smashing into two overripe tomatoes.

Comatose, Matt sunk down along the wall. White cum leaked through the fabric of his briefs and onto the floor. Ryan grabbed Matt by the hair, held unconscious guy's face closer to camera, then let him fall to the ground.

Honestly, Ryan felt amazing. He returned to Jack. His friend was still unconscious, slouched on his chair. Jack's dick, still thick even in flaccid form, rested over his mangled, darkened ballsack.

Ryan grabbed Jack's sack and, half realising what he was doing, started kneading it with his fingers. Jack's balls were damaged, membranes split and their contents oozing out inside his sack. Ryan used his fingers to split and crush each one of the chunks that remained. He worked on the already damaged sack's contents, squashing them into small particles, until what remained of Jack's nuts was nothing more than sludge.

Satisfied, Ryan stood up. There was another message in the chatroom. He looked at the screen. It was Driller again.

"Come closer to camera," message said. "Two thumbs on remaining ball."

Ryan, enchanted, angled the camera to point at his crotch. Everybody should have a good look at his remaining testicle. He grasped his ballsack, wincing from pain in his crushed ball. As he moved his fingers, his remaining ball moved under the skin of his sack. Ryan stared at it. His dick was still hard. The sound of the tip was the signal to begin. Ryan put both thumbs on the ball, trapping it in place, and pressed down. The testicle squashed under his thumbs with a sickening plop. His throbbing dick shot a last load of cum, that hit the camera, turning the view for the chatroom into white smudge. Then Ryan's vision blurred and he collapsed unconscious.

As always, this is pure fiction, and all characters are over the age of 18. Disclaimer: This story gets a bit bloody and contains castration.

Charlie was a good boy, perhaps a bit shy, but he would never have said anything even remotely sexist or suggestive, regardless of whether women were present or not. He knew how to conduct himself and felt ashamed of his masturbation habits, even though he was already a young adult living in his first own apartment. Still, he couldn't help but look after pretty women as they walked past him. The sight and contours of their bodies, accentuated by form-fitting clothes, their elegant movements, and the smiles on their faces, even if merely polite, stirred his libido; he would blush, and his cock would get hard. Summer was particularly difficult for Charlie and his throbbing cock. Although he fully understood that women didn't dress that way for men's eyes but rather for comfort, he could barely control himself in the face of all the beautiful young women showing off their charms in skimpy summer attire. As soon as he got home, he had to tear off his clothes and either jerk off or take a cold shower to calm down.

It was too bad that he was too shy and too full of shame to approach a pretty woman without blushing or immediately getting an erection, which ruined his chances of ever getting laid. Yet, he was by no means bad-looking. Charlie was of average build and certainly no muscleman, but he was neither overweight nor too thin, and he had a handsome face. You could say he was in good shape, and he had a respectable set of cock and balls, even his package wasn't extremly huge.

On a fateful summer day, Charlie was out and about in the city center. He had the day off and planned to head to the park to read a new book in the sunshine, and perhaps find some inspiration for his next masturbation session. On his way, he had to wait at a pedestrian crossing. As luck would have it, a particularly attractive young woman was standing right in front of him at that moment. She appeared to be about his age. A long blonde braid cascaded elegantly down her back; her spaghetti-strap top left the lower half of her back exposed, while her skimpy shorts left nothing to the imagination regarding the shape of her round bottom.

Charlie immediately felt his penis stir and wished he could simply step forward and press his hard member between her buttocks. He himself was wearing a T-shirt, knee-length shorts, and sandals; underneath the shorts, he wore rather tight underwear, hoping to keep his penis somewhat in check so that no overly obvious bulge would show in his crotch. But it didn't work. Charlie tried to distract himself by thinking about the tasks awaiting him at work the next day. Yet his gaze kept returning to that beautiful bottom and eventually wandered down the shapely legs underneath. Her calves, in particular, were very well-toned, a clear sign that she exercised regularly or cycled. Charlie was so distracted that he didn't even notice another woman right next to him sizing him up. She was older than him, likely pushing thirty, with shoulder-length black hair and bangs, and her low-cut T-shirt revealed an impressive bust. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it difficult to tell exactly where she was looking. Charlie only notice the other woman's presence when she suddenly reached for the younger woman's backside and gave her a hard pinch on the bottom.

The young woman let out a shriek and spun around, suddenly finding herself face-to-face with Charlie. Charlie raised his hands in a placating gesture. At first, she glared at him furiously, but then her gaze darted to his crotch, where she spotted the telltale bulge. Before Charlie could even begin to explain, her hand shot to his crotch and clamped firmly onto the bulge. His tight underwear had pressed his testicles into a compact package; the woman’s fingers now grabbed this bundle and squeezed hard. Charlie let out a high-pitched cry of pain as the breath was forced from his lungs; he grew dizzy, his knees buckled, and that single, swift, brutal grab at his testicles brought him to the verge of collapse. Yet her grip on his testicles lasted only about two seconds before she finally let go and delivered a resounding slap across his face. "You pig!" she screamed.

It all happened so fast that Charlie hardly knew whether to clutch his aching testicles or rub his burning cheek. The decision was taken out of his hands when the older woman suddenly stepped up behind him, grabbed his arms, and yanked them back against his spine. "I've got him, Sis!" the dark-haired woman shouted to the blonde. "Now finish him off!" For a split second, the blonde with the ponytail looked confused, but then a malicious grin spread across her face as she realized what the other woman wanted her to do. She grabbed Charlie’s shoulder for leverage and then drove her knee straight into his crotch with full force. Charlie let out a pained groan; the breath had been knocked out of him, leaving him unable to scream. For a moment, his vision went black as his balls were crushed between the woman’s knee and his own pelvis.

But the two women had no intention of leaving it at that. The blonde quickly pulled back her knee and immediately followed up with another strike from the other knee. A veritable barrage of knee strikes rained down on Charlie’s testicles. Charlie was in such agony that he could barely breathe, let alone scream. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and only the woman behind him kept him propped up and upright. He had never imagined that such a level of pain was even possible without losing consciousness. "Oh, please, please... let me pass out—why won't I pass out?" he pleaded silently, unable to utter a word. By now, a crowd had gathered around the scene. It consisted mainly of women cheering on the woman who was delivering the kicks. Charlie heard shouts like "Smash his balls!", "Kick the pervert out of the gene pool!", and "Cut his balls off!" The few men present protectively covered their own genitals with their hands and looked away, hoping not to draw the women's attention—or their wrath to their own balls.

Eventually, the blows to Charlie’s testicles stopped, though the dark-haired woman continued to hold him upright. Charlie’s vision was blurred by tears, and a loud rushing sound in his ears made it difficult to understand what was being said. He felt his shorts and underwear being pulled down—presumably to assess the extent of the injury and administer first aid; at least, that was what Charlie hoped. Then he felt himself being lowered until his bare buttocks touched the concrete, while his upper body rested against someone’s legs. As his legs were pushed aside and spread, he dared to glance at his crotch. Charlie’s testicles looked horrific. They were swollen to the size of lemons and crisscrossed by thick veins, many of which had burst, and his scrotum had turned a blackish-blue color. His penis was barely noticeable; it had shrunk to its smallest possible size and was smeared with blood. Charlie had evidently passed blood and urine without realizing it. Then, a rectangular object was slid into his field of vision. It was the new book Charlie had originally intended to read in the park. He had dropped it the moment his testicles were crushed for the first time. Now, a female foot clad in a sneaker pressed it against his balls. Charlie whinced at the comparatively gentle impact. Someone grabbed his testicles and carefully placed them onto the book.

Only then did Charlie look up. The first thing he saw was breasts. He realized he was looking up at the dark-haired woman and the blonde—the dark-haired one stood behind him, supporting his body with her legs, while the blonde stood in front of him. From this angle, their breasts looked massive, probably a C-cup for the dark-haired woman and a B-cup for the blonde, Charlie estimated. But his thoughts didn't linger there too long, for he noticed the women's faces. They looked amused, but in a malicious way, as if they were relishing the prospect of something terrible happening to someone who deserved it. "I don't deserve this!" Charlie screamed inwardly. "I didn't do anything! I didn't even touch her!" Charlie's self-pity was abruptly interrupted when the blonde took a step back and raised her leg as if to crush an insect. "Oh, no! No! No! No!" Charlie screamed aloud. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" the blonde retorted mockingly. Then she turned, leapt into the air, and drove her heel straight down onto Charlie's poor, already battered testicles. "Aaaiiieee!" Charlie screamed. His testicles were flattened beneath the woman's foot, though the tissue held firm for now. The woman kept the bloody mass that had once been Charlie's testicles pinned firmly beneath her foot. Charlie’s gaze wandered from that foot over to the shapely calf and all the way up to the firm, rounded buttocks where it had all begun. Then, without warning, the woman shifted her entire weight onto that foot—and thus onto Charlie’s balls. The tissue slowly gave way and finally burst. Everything went black for Charlie.

When Charlie came to, he was lying in a hospital bed. He still felt dizzy and had a terrible headache. "Oh," he groaned. "Ah! Look who’s awake, our Mr. Sex Offender!" a female voice announced. Confused, Charlie looked up and saw a nurse standing in the doorway. "Um, what... what happened to me?" Charlie asked, his voice trembling. "Oh, I can tell you that!" the nurse said. "You picked the wrong woman to mess with! You’re really lucky she isn’t pressing charges as she’s convinced you’ve learned your lesson and won’t do it again. Especially after she took away your reasons for doing it." Then she laughed and left the room. Charlie frowned. What did she mean? Acting on a sudden impulse, he pushed back the blanket and lifted his hospital gown. His scrotum still looked awful, and fresh stitches were visible. Carefully, he reached between his legs and examined the sac of skin that had once held his testicles. It was empty.

Charlie had been a good boy, but now he was no longer a boy.

Jamie was always felt that he was the scape goat for his company when the tax dodging was uncovered and he was shocked when his lawyers told him to expect a custodial sentence. It was 6 months into his 18 month term when the opportunity to buy a concealable phone from the more "organised" inmates presented it self - during a visit he hoped to persuade his wife Sophia to transfer some money to some people on the outside to secure the phone. They spoke about it in coded language during the fixed line telephone use that was allowed once a week but Sophia was not keen on the idea given the risks if he was found with it and the unreasonable cost given that their income had more than halved with only one income now. Jamie was noticeably disappointed but topics moved on only for Sophia to be the one to re-visit the idea towards the end of the call.

"There is one way to get a bit more money coming in - Hazel tried to get me involved in one of those multi level marketing things a few days back, I dismissed it out of hand ofc but she's shown me her books and it does look like she's doing ok with it, errr, it's male chastity based..."

"The sex toys?!"

"Yes that's right - ofc you only make any money on your downstream, selling itself is a fool's errand but you have to sell at least one to get involved"

"Ok it's worth a try I suppose"

"There's a gimmick whereby if you sell a cage you have to get a photo from the couple you sell it to of it in use and send it to your upstream though - I'm sure you could help with that if you want this phone right?"

"How would that work with me bang up in here?!"

"Look, I could probably front the cash from the phone if I roll some bills over to next month - I give you the cage and the key at the next visit and you send a photo with the new phone then take it off and throw it away"

"This is ridiculous..."

"Yes but if you want the phone...."

Jamie agreed and the cage was smuggled in with some paperwork at next months visit but Sophia was shocked at the size of the stock buy in that was required to start up, not just of cages but all sorts of weird stuff.

Sophia was home again and it was late evening, she was seriously out of pocket so couldn't understand what was taking so long for the photo to arrive - Jamie, her husband wouldn't renege on his side of the deal would he? Sophia had been doing some of the online training for this chastity pyramid scheme and had already contacted some potential downstreams to get them primed for when she could start recruiting so she was eager to get going. On top of that passing on some of the ideas from the training to the potentials had permeated some of it into the less skeptical parts of her brain - was it an accident that she'd given Jamie the wrong keys? She was new to this after all, mistakes can happen and it was Jamie's that had landed them in a tough financial spot - why should he having an 18 month all expenses paid wankathon? The longer it took for Jamie to send the photograph the more he could be trying the key in the padlock first to be sure.

The next lunchtime a message arrived from a new number

"Hey babe it's me isnt this great we can talk all day now!  Cant get this thing on btw I dont think it fits me".  Ignoring his excitement at his new gadget and with some slight irritation she replied quickly without thinking about whether or not this was a lie 

"its only got to be on for 5 seconds while you photograph it"  There was no reply for 35 minutes before 

"THIS KEY DOESNT WORK AND ITS AGONY ON MY BALLS"  Eying the second open chastity cage box missing it's key on the shelf but choosing to not acknowledge what she'd done in clear thought made it easier to send an innocent reply 



"I think both keys are the same but you should try the other one"

"They are the same what are we going to do?!"

"Isnt there someone in there who can help you? What about the people you got this phone from?"

"Those are bad people Soph - do you know what theyd do to me if they saw me in the shower like this?!"

"Well maybe that would be some relief for you while I bring a different key at the next visit?"

Sophia thought about it again, she thought about the training videos, should he be jerking himself silly while she was operating a web of sellers in their small home town who would inevitably get most of the husbands in their friends group locked up?  What if the prison had seen her smuggling in the cage?  Maybe they had?  Maybe she'd let Jamie know that they had and that she she'd received a letter saying she wasn't allowed to visit him any more. 



The next day Sophia sent a text: 

"Now you have your phone you could call the technical support number to get the cage off"  There was no way for Sophia to know that the "technical support" number was just a semi-automated cock teasing hotline - after all the training was really long and it wasn't her fault if she zoned out at points.

Jamie called the number a pressed for the option for problems removing the cage.

"Please press the button on your keypad relating to the appropriate reason for removal:

For a medical appointment press 1

For air travel press 2

If the cage is too loose due to dick shrinkage press 3

For anything else please stay on the line to be connected to an operator"

Jamie waited for a human to pick up the phone.

"Hello Forever Desire technical support, how can I help you?"

"Hello, my wife asked me to put this thing on but the key she gave me doesn't work"

"Ok no problem we should be able to help with that, what was the reason for using the key today?"	

"Well to get the cage off obviously"

"But why does your wife want the cage removed sir?"

"Because it was only supposed to be on while I took some stupid photograph for her"

"There verification photograph yes"

"Yes then it was supposed to come off"

"Come off for what though sir?  Maybe we can get this all straightened out if we can talk to your wife, please hand her the phone"

"She isn't here"

"I'm afraid I can't assist with any removal that not supervised by the keyholder sir, I'm sure you understand" He didn't want to divulge this but this was going in circles:

"I'm in prison, she can't supervise me"

"I see sir, your keyholder has locked your cock up and put you in prison - for your own good no doubt - or at least her amusement.  The only thing you're trying to do with that silly little cock is spend hours gooning off to some perverted contrived situation you've imagined, I'm sure you miss that sensation of a strong hard erection with your fist moving slowly up and down it, brain turned to mush, all you can think about is your throbbing shaft between some bimbo's oiled up melons - you're wasting our time and I'm going to recommend to your keyholder that she double your sentence" and with that the phone line went dead.  Jamie's cock was throbbing alright, against the steal bars of the cock cage - his balls were aching already - how had he gotten into this mess?



The next day a message came through from Sophia

"The tech support ladies have been in touch with me though and they want me to ask you why you should be released - theyre worried its for wanking thinking about other women - its not that is it baby?"

"this company is the worst, no i only think about you!" 

"ok well heres some pictures to tide you over" and she had attached an image of herself in the spare room facing away from a mirror doubled over with her perfect snatch nestled between her thighs.  Jamie's eyes poured over the brown fully fashioned stockings and heels but his gaze was distracted by the boxes and boxes of chastity cages and other larger devices he couldn't identify.  

"Please dont send anything like that at the moment, my cock is crushed inside this cage looking at you!  Is that all your stock for the MLM?"

"Yes  but I hope to get rid of a lot of it soon - that number I had to text for the money for your phone asked me to join a women's support group for people who are married to men inside - hope to do some recruiting there"

Jamie rages against the cage over the next two days but cannot escape and towards the end of the week he has to concede that the best thing to do for the time being is to learn to live with it. He learns how to clean it after peeing and how to hide it from the rest of the prison population. Evenings are the worst, his thoughts dwell on plans to get a key and the picture of Sophia's tight cunt in that photo looking back at him surrounded by sex toys and probably the key to the cage. It's then that he thinks "Why can't some else bring the key to the prison? This whole thing is that Hazel's fault, she should bring it"

On a Friday night Jamie retrieves the phone from its hiding place and tell Sophia this new plan but there's already a message from her.

"Hope youre holding up babe, I went to that support group tonight and it was really helpful and business is great - I had wine with Hazel's upstream last night xx"

"Thats good, its been so hard in here this week with everything going on - can one of your mates bring the key at this months visit?  Hazel perhaps?" 

"Everything is so confusing for me at the moment, Ive got my upstream and really downstreams telling me all men need to be locked, the support group are telling me that sending naughty pics is great for men inside and youre telling me the opposite of both - I need to have a think - Im meeting up with the support group organiser who we got the phone off on Sunday anyway so I'll ask him what we should do"

"What do you mean, it was only supposed to be on for a few minutes any now its been a week!"

"I know babe but so much has changed since then" and with that she attached a video of herself on all fours in a shiny latex corset and pleaser heels thrusting herself feverishly against the biggest black suction dildo that Jamie had ever seen attached to the full length mirror on the wall.

"I only ever think of you baby" She said.  But no matter how good anyone's imagination, Jamie's cock was nothing like the 14" rubber one his wife had up her dripping pussy. 

As the monthly visit day approached Jamie asked again about Hazel. Sophia replied

"Hazel doesn't want to help any men get unlocked babe, he's very hard line with this sort of thing - dont forget shes my upstream" Jamie had had enough of all this MLM crap.

"Look I dont care how it is but there must be someone willing to smuggle a tiny object in for us" Sophia was indignant at this tone, she was the keyholder after all - the training video flooded back into her mind

"Doenst anyone in there know someone on the outside who could come and meet me?" The thought of the associates of any of the people in there meeting up with his wife turned Jamie off of the idea straight away.  After a silence Sophia continued "Life is so hard for me out here - you get that dont you?  If you want to make things easier for me you want ask me to meet up with any more sketchy people, you'll just be a good boy and hopefully you can get an early release" The only reply Jamie gave to this was ending the call.  He wished he hadn't, he wished he's asked what Sophia meant by "MORE sketchy people" and whether she meant early release from prison or the chastity cage.

From there on in the status quo was accepted as just that, and Jamie did keep his head down, saw his parole hearings and pressed for early release. Sophia continued to send videos, including one that she said Hazel was ok with her sending. In it Hazel was with a man on a bed but Jamie knew her husband and this wasn't him. When she took his trousers off his cock was out of the leg hole on his boxers and has Hazel keenly took it out and put both her hands round it it stiffened up to at least 10" as she masturbated him and took his head in her mouth there was a giggling from behind the camera. Hazel, without taking his cock out of her mouth, passed her necklace over her head and around his thick shaft so he was wearing it round his cock. Jamie recognised what he'd first thought to be a charm of some kind to be a key like the one that didn't work in his cage months previous. Hazel kept working on the dick and put her hand up the skirt she was wearing, she began to rub herself and groaning - then the camera become unsteady for a second and a hand came from behind it with another necklace with another key attached, Hazel let out a laugh and put that key around the base of the man's cock with the other key. Hazel was no amateur and put on a real show for the camera taking his huge dick between her legs in a sitting position with her legs open to the camera. The camera operator's shot was also moving up and down until the unmistakable sounds of a second woman orgasming could be heard. Jamie hated Hazel but watching this video he had leaked a month's worth of cum over his prison bedsheets - it came oozing and oozing out of him but offered to relief. When he got out, Jamie though, he would show this to Hazel's husband and she would be sorry.

Jamie's hard work had paid off and the day of his release (from prison) came. Sophia met him at the gates, she looked so hot and Jamie noticed a necklace around her neck with a key on it. He asked her about it

"It's your chastity key silly, all the keyholders wear them"  He asked to be given it and Sophia answered

"Well we can't do anything here can we, wait until we get home"



The prison was a long drive from home and Jamie fell asleep in the car.  He was so excited the previous night, thinking about how today would be and reviewing a lot of the photos and videos Sophia had sent him.  He awoke 10 mins from home and when they got in he barely recognised the house - there was boxes of stuff everywhere and Sophia had redecorated.  Sophia gave him the tour - when it came to the bedroom Jamie was sure he'd seen this decor before somewhere, there was something familiar about it...



Jamie asked again about his cock cage, Sophia replied through a yawn "It's ok for you, you didn't have to drive all the way back, I'm so tired babe I just want to go to bed and we can play tomorrow" but Jamie wouldn't drop it at all 

"I've been locked up for 4 months Sophia, please please use the key now."

"I want it to be a special time between us tomorrow though when we're fresh - I'll tell you what, I'll unlock you tonight but no touching, promise?"

"I promise - you'll be in bed with me anyway so you'll see"

And with that Sophia reached up to her neck fingering the key then lifted the chain over her head.  The rush of feelings to Jamie's head was almost too much to handle for him.  The cage came off and Sophia raced to get the ring from behind his balls before his cock swelled up.  Although it was impossible to beat it, it didn't matter so much since he had shrunk so much over the last months.  They both looked down at it

"Don't worry baby it'll come back after a week or two" Sophia said recalling the training video. "anyway you need to calm down and come to bed for some rest".  Jamie and Sophia went to bed but Jamie couldn't sleep - whether it was sharing a bed with someone for the first time in 10 months, the sleep he'd had in the car, the softness of the mattress compared with his prison bed or how relentlessly hard his cock was.  Sophia didn't seem to be sleeping either.   He sat up

"I'm really sorry Soph but would it be alright if I slept in the spare room tonight, I think the mattress is a bit harder in there, it's more what I'm used to" but Sophia was suspicious that other motivations might be at play.	

"Are you sure you're not trying to jerk off without me seeing?"	

"No honestly I want us to have a special time tomorrow like you said"

"Ok then you won't object to being restrained while I'm not there to supervise" Jamie did want to jerk off, more than anything and he thought a pair of handcuffs weren't going to stop him so he agreed.	They walked down the hall to the spare room - the tour hadn't got that far before Jamie had complained about the cage - it was more than half full of boxes.  Jamie was looking at all of them wondering what was inside when his attention was stolen by a metal fiddle that Sophia was removed from its packaging - it was a solid steal device that fits round the neck and has holes to restrain your arms with your elbows at right angles out in front of you and you hands facing upwards.  It was not going to be possible to masturbate in but Jamie couldn't let on that that was intention now.  He was locked in it with padlock (which seemed excessive since he couldn't even reach the lock from his restrained position).

"out of the frying pan into the fire" Jamie thought to himself but he remained nonchalant in demeanour.  Seeing one object at waist height with it's packaging off but strewn around the floor he asked "What's that?"  

"Not now I'm so tired" Sophia replied.  He looked closer, it was a yellow box with a rubberised hole in the side.

"It looks like you can fuck it!" he said as a sort of horny brained joke.

"Do not fuck it" Sophia warned sternly "If you must know they sell it as a thing for penectomy fetishists - supposedly if you put your cock in it and it detects cum a blade comes down and cuts it off" Jamie's face looks horrified "I doubt it works though, it's just for fantasy I guess" Sophia reassured him mostly to dissuade him of the idea that she was into selling stuff like that at all.

"Bloody hell, some people I guess" Jamie said, his arms restrained and cock stiff as a board "Why is this one unwrapped though?"

"Can we not do 20 questions please?" Sophia groaned...realising it was going to have to be answered she continued "Hazel's husband was messing with it while Hazel and I were in the bedroom with..." fuck FUCK, she was so tired she had said too much

"WITH WHO?" Jamie shouted before he could realise he was in no position to be intimidating

"Ok fine, Sam from the support group gave Hazel a lot of support in our bedroom and yeah if you really want to know he supported me up the arse two nights ago ok?"

"What the fuck babe...?" Jamie said, astonished but before he could finish the phrase the door had slammed shut.  He stood there without knowing what to do or say for a minute or more before trying to go after Sophia but the restraint prevented him from opening even a simple door with a door handle, he just couldn't get his hand to it.  His mind raced still as he sat down on the bed - his wife had been fucking around while he was in prison and in cock cage and now he was out of both but he still couldn't touch his rock hard cock. 



Jamie was thinking about going to bed and unravelling this whole mess in the morning when he thought he heard a door - was it the front door, it had been a while so he wasn't sure.  He could hear a woman laughing but not Sophia, it sounded like Hazel, he had hate watched that video enough over the last months.  Footsteps were heard on the stairs, surely she wouldn't let Hazel see him like this?  The footsteps were heavier than he'd have thought for Hazel though and then were was a man's voice. The door opened to the master bedroom followed by giggling.  It was Hazel, Jamie could hear her.

"He's not?!  Right now?  That's so funny...!" You heard an unzipping then more giggling followed by some unmistakable glugging sound of someone deep throating a massive cock.  Jamie thought to himself that he was disgusted by this and couldn't believe he was being treated this way but his cock was throbbing more than it had been for the last 10 months of being caged.  Hazel was talking again "That's it you dirty bitch, slide that head in" "You love that don't you" but he could hear another woman who sounded in pain, it can only have been his wife Sophia.  She was making a guttural drone you'd heard nothing like before, his gaze fell to the floor in despair and in doing so he caught sight of the 14" dildo that his wife was taking in the video all those months earlier.  He looked elsewhere in the room to put it out of his mind and saw that jerking off machine against one wall - he HAD to fuck something.  He gingerly slid his gooey head into the neoprene hole.  It felt incredible from the very first thrust into it, it was warm somehow and wet and tight - just few thrusts and he would stop, his wife's cries of pain had slowly morphed into ecstasy and Jamie rocked his body back and forth fucking the machine - he lost himself in his wife's screams while she rode that cock he'd seen on the video and before he knew it an enormous load of cum filled his shaft, he knew had to pull out but something was gripping his cock and the machine made a loud \*click\*...

I want to write a few stories so dm me your ideas abs I will do my best.

After the fall of Troy female Odysseus and her 15 sexy busty warrior women began to head back home in their ship as they started to head back home after years of war when suddenly a great big wind blew the ladies to a tiny little island as soon as they departed the girls started walking around the island as they didn't see dryland in weeks with hopes for food.

Odysseus was their leader of the group who stands at 5-9 106 pounds of muscle lite olive skin tone beautiful hazel eyes long flowing black hair with ample d-cup breasts with a brown cloth that barely cover them as they always bounce with the littlest of movement with a sexy trimmed hairy pussy underneath her brown cloth.

Cassandra was Odysseus The second in charge she was 5-8 104 pounds of lean muscle lite olive skin tone green eyes long brown hair with c-cup breast with battle scars on her chest and legs.

All the other girls looked similar to Odysseus and Cassandra with some with brown hair others with black but every single one of them were fit and wearing brown cloth around their massive tits and trimmed hairy vaginas.

"Look girls there's a cave nearby let's go and see if whoever lives there just happens to have food and water for us to fill our bellies" said a very hungry Odysseus as she told two of her women to watch the ship as the rest of them proceeded to enter the massive cave.

"Look over there my mistress sheep let's kill one and feast on their meat" said one of the women.

All 13 women were laughing and chatting for hours eating the delicious sheep drinking fine wine that they found in a giant bowl they found in the cave when suddenly the ground began to shake underneath them.

Odysseus and her sexy warrior women all looked up in horror as they Saw a massive giant of a man with only one eye between his head pushing a huge boulder blocking their escape.

The cyclops was a 10 foot tall and bald man wearing nothing but a lite brown toga around his waist as he saw the tiny women look up at him in terror.

"WHO ARE YOU TINY LITTLE WOMAN AND HOW DARE YOU KILL AND EAT ONE OF MY SHEEP" said the massive giant as he sat down near the women.

"Due please forgive us for we are travelers from afar away land and we needed to eat to survive" said Odysseus to the cyclops.

"MY NAME IS POLYPHEMUS MY FATHER IS NAMED POSEIDON LORD OF THE SEA" said the massive cyclops.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME TINY WOMAN" said the cyclops.

"My name is Nobody said Odysseus as she and the other women slowly started backing up from this terrifying monster.

"ME HUNGRY NOW I EAT ONE GIRL" spoke the cyclops as he picked up one of the women and bit her in half as a horrified Odysseus and her women looked up in disgust and horror.

"By the gods were all going to die AHHHHH scream out one of the girls as Odysseus immediately slaps her telling her to calm down.

"Okay ladies hear me for I have got an idea but unfortunately it's not going to be pleasant" said a female Odysseus to the girls.

"Okay Cassandra let me ask you something before we all left the island to go do battle in Troy did you make love to your husband? Said Odysseus.

"Umm well yes of course I did" said Cassandra.

"Well remember after you made love to him and then afterwards he released his love neuter upon you and how he felt sleepy afterwards? Said Odysseus.

"Oh I see now mistress we shall all make the cyclops orgasm and he will fall asleep so we can kill him and get out of here" said Cassandra.

"Not quite Cassandra we still need him to move that giant boulder for us so what I'm saying is that we make him cum and as soon as he falls asleep we shall find something inside this cave to hurt him and open the door for us" said Odysseus to Cassandra and the girls.

"So um polyphemus why don't we and our beautiful sexy big breasts bodies all come together on your massive huge cock and pleasure you to help you sleep right now" said Odysseus to the cyclops with a sexy grin.

"MMM THAT SOUNDS WONDERFUL HERE YOU TINY WOMAN CAN CLIMB UP MY BALLS TO REACH MY COCK" said the cyclops removing his cloth revealing to the girls his massive huge gigantic balls that looked like two giant Bean bag chairs and a rock hard cock that was the size of a 5 story building.

Ten of the girls began taking off their clothes as they were all now fully naked as they all began climbing up his massive sweaty balls as they all grabbed on the skin from his sack as they reached the top and began climbing up his gigantic huge cock as the two other girls stood at his balls.

"Uhhhh by the gods his balls smell so musky and disgusting" said Cassandra as both she and the girls all wanted to throw up from his rancid ball stink.

"I know girls his balls smell nasty just try your best not to smell them as we grind up on his cock and make him release his love neuter" said Odysseus as she was trying her best not to smell.

"As all 10 women began to wrap their tiny little bodies around the cyclops massive huge dick as Odysseus instructed them all to pull their bodies down then back up simulating getting a hand job as the cyclops eyes rolled back as he started to lie down on his back moaning with pleasure.

The two girls that were next to his balls started to notice his balls making weird squishy sounds coming from his sack as one of the girls put her ear to his sack to hear a million little tapping sounds coming from inside his testicles.

"Could that be his tiny sperm swimming inside ready to come out? Said one of the girls.

Odysseus and the girls were pulling their bodies up and down in unison for a good 10 minutes or so when suddenly the cyclops began moaning loudly as his huge cock pulled upwards with a force that knocked two of the girls off his dick flying into the air as a geyser of pearly white cum ropes shot out of his dick and into the air as it fell onto his stomach with the loud sound of heavy hail hitting the ground.

"OHHHHHH YEAH YOU MADE ME CUM I'M SLEEPY NOW AFTER I WAKE YOU ALL SHALL SWIM IN MY CUM" said the cyclops before falling asleep.

"Okay ladies we don't have much time let's get going and build ourselves two massive battering Rams I spotted over there" said Odysseus as she and the girls began building the rams.

Odysseus and her warrior women found two gigantic limber logs as they wrapped four stone wheels around both the logs with rope creating two battering Rams as it took them a total of 4 hours to build.

"Okay ladies at my signal we are going to launch these two battering Rams into each of his balls with me Cassandra and four other girls with one ram and the six of you with the other ram" said Odysseus to the girls.

"You remember now ladies we must strike both testicle at the same time for him to stand up and open the door for us understand girls" said Odysseus.

"Yes mistress all said the girls as they all began running down the opposite side of the cave so they could get enough force to slam their battering Rams into the cyclops balls.

"NOW RUN" screams Odysseus as both she and the girls started to run down the cave and slammed both their Rams into each of his huge massive balls.

CRUNCH!!!!!!!!

Suddenly the cyclops woke up feeling his balls in complete pain and agony as his eye began to go cross as the sore numbing felling from his abuse ballsack began to really hit him.

"OHHHHHH MMMYYY BAAAALLLLSSSSS AHHHHH NOOOOOOOO AHHH AHHH MMUUUM AHHHHH NOOOOOOOO MY BALLS OOOHH MY BAAAALLLLSSSSS AHHHHH yelled out the cyclops as his balls felt like they were on fire.

"Yes way to go ladies look at him moaning and whimpering grabbing his mushy balls in agonizing pain we did it girls" said a happy excited Odysseus.

The cyclops begins to crawl towards the boulder and opens it revealing sunlight as all 12 girls start running towards the entrance.

"UHHHH OHHHHHH MY BALLS MY BALLS OOOHH NOBODY AND HER TINY WOMAN CASTRATED ME UHHHHH AHHHHH NOOOOOOOO moans the cyclops in pain as he looked down to see blood is on his hands as with closer inspection the cyclops realized that the extreme force of the battering Rams pop his testicles as both his balls felt like liquid as their was tiny tears from his scrotum sack as blood was dripping down his thigh and onto the grass.

Odysseus and her busty warrior women all ran back to the ship as they watched and laughed seeing the massive cyclops on the ground crying in a fetal position cupping his destroyed balls in his hands.

"Don't you see Poseidon it was I Odysseus that castrated your son for I don't fear no God or man" yelled out Odysseus as she and the girls began leaving the island hearing the cyclops crying about his balls in the distance as both she and the girls all laughed and giggled sailing away.

END 😁