r/momdom_castration

Original author: Craig

My heart was pounding as I stepped into the body-piercing studio. I had never gone into such a place before and was not sure what to expect. A young lady came up to me and introduced herself as Lori. She asked what I was interested in.

“Can you tell me about genital piercings?” I asked.
Lori described the many such piercings that were available. I asked some questions and then asked if it was very painful having your genitals pierced.

“Well, that depends on your own pain tolerance and what you have done," she said. "I have one in my left inner lip, and one in my clit. My lip was okay; however, you don’t know what pain is until you have your clit pierced!”
“I am not fortunate enough to have a clit, however I can imagine it would hurt like hell,” I replied.
“Gee, I have never heard a guy say he was not fortunate enough to have a clit,” she said.

At this point I decided to proceed with the question I had been dying to ask.
“Lori, as opposed to having my genitals pierced would you know of a woman or someone able and willing to remove my genitals?”

Lori wasn’t as shocked by the question as I thought she would be. She inquired as to whether I was looking for a simple castration such as removing only my testicles or having everything removed. I replied that I wanted everything removed. Lori then told me that her partner ran a doctor’s office and had castrated two men in the past. Both had voluntary wanted their testicles removed. However, she had never performed an entire nullification as Lori knows. Lori called Lisa in and explained to her what I wanted.

“Why would you want to have this done?” Lisa asked.

“Well, I have never liked my genitals. I think they are very unattractive and I hate the feeling of them flapping between my legs. I always wear panties and I hate the bulge they make at the front of them."

Lori asked me about my sex life. I replied that I was 100% heterosexual. Although all my friends were women, I never had a girl-friend, as I still live at home with my mom even being 23 years old.
I was so envious of the “smoothness” they had at the front of their panties and bathing suits. I wanted the same. As well, my favorite sex act was eating pussy. I could do that all day. I didn’t need male genitals for that and had never used them for anything else than peeing.

Lori asked why I didn’t undergo a sex change.

“I don’t hate being male," I replied. "I do love some feminine things such as panties. However, I would be happy having my body as long as I had no male genitals.”

“Wouldn’t you miss being able to pee standing up?” Lori asked.

 “Not at all," I replied. "I always pee sitting or if I am outside hiking with my mom I’m squatting like her. I have no need of a penis for that.”

Loria told me she and Lisa would discuss it that night and I was to call tomorrow to see if they would do it. It was a long night as I lay in bed wondering if my dream would come true. When the studio opened, I called and Lori answered.

“Kurt, Lisa and I have talked about it. If you are really serious, she will do it for you. You can call her for all the details, I’ll text you the number of her office.”

5 Minutes later I was speaking with Dr. Lisa. She explained how she would carry out the procedure, from start to finish. My heart was pounding. I was ecstatic. I asked about the charge for it and Lisa mentioned the price. She also asked if I wanted my urethra rerouted so that I could pee easily while sitting down. I of course said yes.
We booked a date and then asked if my mother could accompany me.

After the call I went downstairs to find my mom in the living room. My mother and I had already been on our own for more than fifteen years when my father left her for someone else. We shared everything with each other. She and I dressed around each other and were very comfortable being nude together. Neither she nor I had any qualms about sitting on the toilet and peeing in front of each other. She had let me shave her pussy when I told her that I had always fantasized about shaving a pussy.

With all that we were still mother and son not lovers. We had never had intercourse. I was attracted to her however i worried that it would destroy our relationship. On the other hand Mom had encouraged me for years in fulfilling my fantasy, maybe because it can’t be sex, if you have no dick. When I told her about Dr. Lisa, she was excited but cautious. She wanted to be sure that it would be done correctly and safely. I explained how Dr. Lisa had explained it to me and that I felt comfortable with it. I asked mom if she would be with me during the operation and she said “of course.”

The day finally came. Mom drove me to Dr. Lisa’s office. She had booked the entire following week off work to be with me while I recovered. She then told me an idea she had.

“Kurt, I am so excited for you. I know this is what you want. However, I am concerned that you may miss having genitals at times. So, I was thinking that we could share mine. My pussy will also be yours. If you get horny and want to masturbate you can use mine for it. You will keep it shaved, and I’ll let you eat it. When I pee, you can wipe it. You’ll never have to ask about touching it as it will also be yours. What do you think?”

I was so overwhelmed. What a wonderful mother I had! I had tears in my eyes when kissed her and told her that would be wonderful.

We got to Dr. Lisa’s office and were admitted. A nurse showed me the operating area. Dr. Lisa came in and asked if I had removed all my pubic hair. I had, so no prep was needed. Dr. Lisa then told everybody to get ready.

I lay on the table at Dr. Lisa’s request and she got to work. She manipulated my penis with her hand until I was hard.  “Well, here is your last erection,” she said it with a casualness only medical professionals seem capable of.

She then inserted a catheter into me. With that she gave me a local anesthetic and asked if I was ready. I called mom over and asked her to stand beside me. I wanted to hold her hand as I was castrated. Lisa then began by slicing into my scrotum. She cut all around it until it fell off. My testicles now lay on the table trailing their cords. Dr. Lisa snipped each cord and dropped the balls into a bowl. She then asked if I was sure about losing my cock. I of course said yes. I gripped Mom’s hand tight as Dr. Lisa sliced into the base of my penis. I watched eagerly as she cut around it and then slid it off the catheter.

My Mother smiled at me and said, “Finaly, you are smooth like me!”

I felt like a hundred-pound weight was off my chest. Dr. Lisa then cut a hole near my anus, which would become my new urethral opening. She was stitching for a period of time, bandaged me up, and then mom brought us home.

Six days after the operation we returned to Dr. Lisa’s and she removed the bandages. We just stared at my groin. It was reddish, and smooth with a little hole near my anus to pee out of. I was so thrilled.

Within a period of time things settled back to normal. Both mom and I were excited the first time I pulled on my panties and we saw the smoothness at the front. The first time I peed we both went into the bathroom. Mom cheered as I sat on the toilet and had no need to push a penis between my legs.

“You need to wipe like me now,” she said with a smile.

To further celebrate we went out and bought me a woman’s bathing suit. Now that I had no ridiculous genitals hanging between my legs I could finally wear, too.

Shortly after that we were at our apartment on mom’s bed watching a movie together. Even without genitals I was getting horny during a scene where the main actors were heavily making out. Mom could see this and said, “remember what we are sharing,” and opened her legs. I moved my hand to under her dress and started to masturbated her. It truly seemed like it was our pussy as I did this. Since then, Mom was always allowing me access to “our pussy”. I wiped it when she peed, kept it shaved, helped her with her period, etc. In no way did I miss my genitals, my castration has brought us even closer.

I live with my aunt on her farm one day My aunt paid the neighbor to come over to castrated all the newly born male animals we had on the farm. The neighbor came over with her 5 daughter to help with work all home from college this was the first time I seen them in person they all had blonde hair and blue eyes. And were so beautiful I could not stop looking at them very soon they notice i was looking at them. They started to pick on me laugh about how I was looking at them even there mother started pick on me there mother was just as pretty as her daughters. The mother told me I was to small to handle her daughter's my aunt laugh saying everything is small about him. She was right i always been small for my age her daughter were only a couple years older then me but all were taller then me.

I spend the day helping the girl castrated the animals and trying not to look at the girls to much some animals would be banded and there balls would fall off in a couple weeks some animals would have there balls cut off. The girls had lots of fun especially when they got to cut there balls off they would laugh and maked jokes about the size of there balls. We finally finished my aunt thank them and paid them for there time the mother said well noting on this farm has balls anymore they all laugh one of the girls said well except for him pointing at me the mom ask are going to castrated the farm boy too my aunt ask do you have any bands left they pull out a band my aunt reply with well if you can one on him I thought they were joking but i ran anyways the girls case after me knot me to the ground 3 of them held me down as my aunt and there mother laugh and chaired them on they rip off my pants and laughing one girls said omg it so small and i felt another girl grab my balls and slide the band over my balls I begged them to take it off they laugh I asked my aunt to help she just said you'll be fine with out them the mother reach down and squeeze my balls so hard and she wouldn't let go i started to pass out I hear some one ask should we let him keep that tiny Penis as I passed out i heard No

original author: celtic_male (celtic_male@hotmail.com)

Jeff trotted down the stairs to find his Aunt Jane and his mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking a morning cigarette. 

“Here comes the birthday boy!” his mom greeted him.  “We thought maybe you’d decided to sleep all day!”

It wasn’t actually Jeff’s birthday.  Technically, it was his half-birthday, but he was born on December 27, and his family had decided to celebrate on his half-birthday so Christmas wouldn’t detract from his birthday’s importance.   Though there’d be 18 candles on his cake, he was actually 18 ½.

Jeff opened the card his aunt handed him.  Besides the usual goofy corny joke his aunt’s cards always contained, there was a slip of paper.   Jeff’s first assumption was that it was a birthday present in the form of a check.  But as he turned it over, he realized that wasn’t right.  It appeared to be a brightly colored coupon, with scroll work surrounding a circle containing in large bold letters the word “FREE!” 

He looked up to see his aunt grinning broadly, “Go ahead,” she said.  “Read it.”

Looking closely above and below the large “FREE,” he read, “This coupon entitles the bearer to one free personal castration.”

Jeff looked up.  “What’s this?”

“That’s your birthday present,” his aunt said.

“You mean castration like -- getting my nuts removed?” Jeff asked, confused.  His aunt teased sometimes, but she didn’t act like she was teasing now.

“Yeah, isn’t it great?” his aunt replied.  “I was talking to this woman down at the coffee shop a couple days ago.  Turned out she‘s a doctor.  I kinda complained that it seems like for every little sniffle anymore, they want to send you off to a specialist.  She said there are still simple operations they can do right in the doctor’s office.   Like ingrown toenails, warts, that kinda stuff.  I brought up some other stuff, and she said even a castration could be done right in a doctor’s office.  I told him my nephew had a birthday comin’ up and how that’d be kind of a special birthday present.  She said to bring you on in, and She’d do it for free ‘cause it was your birthday.  Such a nice lady!”

“But why would I want to lose my balls?” Jeff asked, bewildered.

“Hey, why not?” countered his aunt.  “Hell, no balls, no worryin’ about gettin’ pounded in the crotch during basketball or soccer.  No worryin’ about getting’ a girl pregnant.”

“Great opportunity, Jeff,” his mom spoke up.  “I talked to the doctor yesterday.  She’ll getcha in there, numb you up a little ‘n’ go to work.  An hour later, you’ll be all castrated, sewed up, ‘n’   on your way home.  Great birthday present!”

Jeff shook his head, trying to clear it, and make sense of a totally unexpected situation.  “But I…”

“Whoa, look at the time!”  his mom exclaimed.  “Almost time for your appointment.  We better hurry if we’re going to get there on time.  We don’t want to keep the doc waiting.”

His mom and his Aunt Jane hustled Jeff out the door, and they were off.  The doctor’s office was only four blocks away, so they were there in no time at all.  The driveway led around the building to a lot in the rear, where Jeff’s mother parked the car.

The doctor, a round-faced, cheerful, kindly-looking woman met them at the door.  “Hello there, I’ve already met Jane and your Pauline,” she nodded at Jeff’s mom, “so this must be the birthday boy.  Hello, Jeff!  I’m Dr. Adams.  Come right in.  I don’t ordinarily see patients on Wednesdays, so there’s no waiting today.  I must say,“ dhe added, turning to Jeff as she ushered them in, “it was so very thoughtful of your aunt to think of this as a birthday present.  You’re very fortunate. “

“Well, I never…” Jeff started to reply, only to be interrupted by Dr. Adams, who said, “If you’ll just follow me, we’ll head right into the examination room.” 

He led them into an interior room with something like a bench with stirrups on it.  “This is generally used for gynecological exams—examining women’s privates—but it should do nicely for our purposes.

“Now, if you’ll be so kind as to remove both your jeans and your briefs, then hop up on the table here,” she spoke to Jeff,  “and put your feet in these stirrups.”

Jeff looked at his mom, who smiled encouragingly.  “Shuck ‘em, son, ‘n’ climb on up there,” she said. “The nice doctor can’t remove your balls if you got your pants on.”

Jeff slowly removed his jeans and climbed up on the table.  He placed each foot in a stirrup, and exhibited obvious alarm when the doctor began to strap them in place. “Nothing to worry about,” said Dr. Adams.  “This is just to make sure you don’t move suddenly and make me cut something we don’t want cut.”  She repeated the procedure with Jeff’s wrists.   The stirrups and wrist restraints kept Jeff’s legs spread wide apart, and his arms down by his sides.

When Jeff was satisfactorily restrained, Dr. Adams produced a syringe.  “I’m going to inject some lidocaine to numb you up,” she said, as Jeff was eyeing the needle nervously.  “There’ll be a poke and then some discomfort as the lidocaine is injected.  But that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

“Now just lie back and relax,” she said, “It won’t take long for that lidocaine to take effect, and then we’ll get to work.”

Dr. Adams was right. In just a few minutes, Jeff could hardly detect the doctor touching his scrotum, and Dr. Adams pronounced him ready.  Jeff felt some tugging and pulling as the doctor went about her business, but very little actual discomfort.  In fact, he’d had more when he’d had some cavities filled.  He was surprised when the doctor released his legs and then his arms.   

“All done, young man,” Dr. Adams said.  “You are the lucky recipient of one completed birthday castration.  I’ve removed your testicles so you’ll never have concerns about those things again.  I’ve put some stitches in your scrotum.  Try not to get them wet.  Avoid tight underpants for now.  If the stitches begin to look red and inflamed, come see me immediately.  If they look fine, give me a call in about ten days, and we’ll see about taking them out.  There’ll be some aching down there for a few days once the lidocaine wears off.   Tylenol should take care of that.  Also, here’s a prescription for a very low-level testosterone supplement.  You’ll want to take that to maintain muscle tone.  Just take one pill daily, and you should be fine.  Otherwise, once you’re dressed, you’re all set to go.

“Happy birthday!” she added.

As they walked down the sidewalk toward the car, Aunt Jane and his mother exchanged smiles of contentment, while Jeff was still confused about what had just happened. They all got into the car and headed home. Once inside the house, Jeff slipped into his bedroom to catch some rest, but his mother and Aunt Jane followed him there, eager to see the results.

 “Drop your jeans and let’s have a look. “, his aunt commanded.

Jeff sighed, undid his belt and lowered his jeans so that his mother and his aunt could examine the results of the doctor’s efforts.  Both bent over to take a closer look.

“Looks to me like he did a nice job,“ said Jeff’s mom.  “Neat work.  Did a good job of stitching him up.”

“Yup.  I’d say so,” said Aunt Jane.   “Careful, even stitches and one empty ball sack.  I’d say we got a new eunuch here who doesn’t need the prescription!”

His mother reached out and ruffled Jeff’s hair.   “Yup, definitely neutered.  No more balls for you.  The present, I got you, isn’t gonna even come close to this one.”

 

Full story with illustrations here

Ryan sat at the counter of the pub, fidgeting awkwardly as he nursed his pint. He was aware of how to flirt, theoretically. He'd read books and advice online walking him through his many shortcomings and failures and weak spots and strong spots. The issue had been putting any of it into practice.

At 27 years old, he was depressingly inexperienced. He’d tried everything. Self help, therapy, liquid courage — nothing seemed to get him any closer to even a single date, let alone that distant, fantastical goal of the touch of a real woman. He’d never so much as kissed one, despite everything he tried.

He crossed his legs in discomfort from the painful effects of his current effort at self-improvement. “Seminal retention” was supposed to give him some kind of super confidence, animal magnetism and “thoughtform attractiveness” — whatever that meant — but all the four weeks of abstinence had given him so far was an incredibly sore, full set of blue balls, and the complete inability to focus on anything but the women around him. As it turned out, women didn’t find a drooling, leering pervert any more appealing than the shy, mumbling soft boy he’d been when he was still emptying his balls regularly.

A couple of drunk girls walked by, short skirts swishing around pale flesh, and he caught a whiff of their pheromones. He groaned and spread his legs apart more, his cock throbbing just from the thought of viable pussy so tantalisingly close yet out of reach. He manspread shamelessly on the pub stool to relieve some of the pressure in the throbbing, purple plums as his cock tented his trousers and drooled the tiniest drop of precum inside his underwear.

Still, if this discomfort actually landed him sex — like, real pussy, on a real woman, instead of his lube-slick hand for the billionth time — it was worth it. Anything was worth that, at this point. Ryan was desperate. He dreaded turning 30 without experiencing that one basic, eternal human comfort. Everyone he’d known had lost their virginity years ago — and while his friends never mocked him for it, he could tell from the sidelong glances and subtle questioning they were beginning to wonder if he’d ever find a romantic partner, female or otherwise.

He just needed to find a woman he could talk to. He scanned the room gloomily, looking for a woman he didn’t find too intimidating to talk to, and found himself coming up short. A well-dressed older American woman was sitting alone, vastly beautiful and definitely out of his league. Some drunk uni girls looked like they were having a fun night and were low on inhibitions, but the thought of approaching four girls at once made him queasy. Two women sat with their boyfriends. Another girl was sipping her whiskey and swiping idly on her phone, obviously not wanting to be bugged. Was this seriously how he was supposed to meet someone?

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Ryan blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing and hearing.

“Hello?”

There was no way she was real. Or rather, there was no way that the American woman had got out of her booth, walked up to him, and stood before him offering to buy him a drink. Her generous cleavage filled out her tight black dress and then some, deliciously squeezed tightly and bursting out above the low cut of her dress. Two subtle but unmistakable points helpfully informed Ryan she was braless. Dirty blonde hair covered her bare shoulders, and she was smiling hungrily at him, like a pet shop customer who’d just seen the kitten they wanted to take home.

He crossed his legs in a futile attempt to hide his boner. She stared brazenly, then met his eyes and grinned.

Ryan tried to think of anything intelligent to say. He failed.

“I…already have a drink.” LITERALLY the stupidest possible thing. How could he fuck up something as easy as this?

She blinked, confused, but shrugged it off. “Well, I don’t. What are you buying me?”

He stammered and ordered something random from the bartender. She didn’t seem to notice or care what it was, paying the man without taking her eyes off his crotch.

“Do you…come here often?” he sputtered like an idiot.

She laughed. “No, not really. I’m from out of town. Way out of town, actually. I just flew to England for a little vacation. Er, a holiday.” She smiled at him, and he practically melted into his seat.

“My son just headed off to college — or, uh, uni as y’all call it — and I have the house to myself for the first time in years. I’d always wanted to see England.”

At that, Ryan knew there had to be divine intervention involved here. No tourist flew across the Atlantic fucking ocean for the chance to see this nothing town in the middle of nowhere, an hour from London or any interesting civilisation. He couldn’t figure it out, and it didn’t matter. Her hand was on his thigh. Touching him. Physically.

He throbbed against his jeans, and he knew her hand was close enough to feel the fabric move.

“Do you?”

“Um…Do I what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Come a lot.”

He stared at her.

“Come here often? Since you live nearby, presumably?”

“Oh! Yeah, I just…Yeah, no I mean. I don’t come. I mean, I don’t come to this pub — I usually, uh. Just stay home.”

“Are you having trouble hearing me, cutie?” He definitely couldn’t have heard that right.

“Sorry! Sorry. It’s so noisy in here.”

“Want to find something more private?”

“Oh! Yeah.” Ryan nodded to an empty booth in the corner. “Can we talk over there?”

Her hand abruptly moved lower, and he gasped.

“I was thinking something much more private.” She leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume. Her hand continued wandering, sliding under his waistband, and down until…

She touched him. He felt it like an electric shock, the first touch of a woman on his dick. She smiled satisfiedly at him as he went silent, trying his best to keep himself under control. Her hand drifted even lower and wrapped around his balls. The mysterious, nameless woman rolled them around, just firm enough to elicit the tiniest twinge of pain, deliciously hefting his manhood and sizing him up. Ryan felt like a piece of meat, but his cock quivered above her probing hand, drooling precum. Should he apologize for making a mess on her? She definitely didn’t seem to mind, and there was no way she was missing the globs of clear, sticky man-sap he was covering her hand and the inside of his underwear with.

“My apartment isn’t too far.” She giggled. “Sorry, my flat.”

She squeezed her own handful flat, and Ryan gasped in pain. Her eyes widened.

“Oops! I’m really sorry. Thought I had your cock there. Er, sorry, your todger.”

Ryan’s eyes watered but he tried to stay cool. “We…we say cock here too. It’s ok! Just an accident, ma’am.” Stupid. He addressed her like she was a teacher or his mum, not a potential girlfriend.

“Yeah, of course.” She grinned. “And what’s your name, sweetie?”

“Ryan.” He hadn’t even fucking asked her name yet. “Um. And you, ma’am? I mean, miss?”

“Ma’am works fine, Ryan. I’m Melody.”

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Ryan

On their Uber to her city-centre flat, Melody repeatedly apologized to Ryan for the humbleness of her place. Ryan nodded shakily, figuring her AirBnB couldn’t be worse than his studio flat. He wasn’t thinking too focused on that at all, to be honest. She was still idly playing with his cock and balls in the back of the cab. Her hand would drift up his cock, circling the head and milking out a thick glob of precum, leaving him right on the edge before pulling away.

Occasionally she’d drift lower and fondle his testicles, rolling them gently but firmly back and forth, which sent a chill up his spine. She didn't accidentally squeeze him again, but some sixth sense seemed to tell him his plums were in mortal danger every time her hand circled them.

It was just nervousness at getting to lose his virginity, of course. He just needed to get over it. He moaned as her thumb traced back up the bottom of his cock, probing inquisitively into the bottom of his cockhead.

“Oh.” Melody sounded slightly disappointed. “Are you cut, Ryan?”

He winced and nodded.

“I thought they didn’t circumcise over here.”

“They don’t. When I was 20, the doctor said I had a medical issue – it was too tight, or something — and I had to get it cut.”

“Wow.” She unzipped his trousers and flopped his cock out.

“Melody!”

“Oh, relax. The driver can’t see back here.” She circled his cock head with her hand, swirling his precum around for lube. “Very high and tight, isn’t it? I figured most guys would’ve gotten it low and loose, if they could choose.” Her thumb probed into the bottom of his cockhead, and she gasped.

“And you had them take out your frenulum, too?”

“No,” he said bitterly, “I didn’t. I’d wanted it low, and loose, and I’d specifically discussed with the doctor to make sure she wouldn’t cut my frenulum off. I hadn’t been with a girl — at that point — but I’d…I mean, I’d masturbated, and I knew those bits felt really good, and read online about how I’d lose all this sensation if she cut them off.”

“But my step-mum was with me, and after anaesthesia, she talked to the surgeon again. Made some specific alterations so they’d gouge all of that away, I guess, and stretch it super drum tight so I’d have as little foreskin and sensation left as possible. When I asked her about it after, she just shrugged and said that was how circumcisions were supposed to be. Like she’d never even heard of it any other way, or even given it a second thought.”

“Oh Ryan. You poor boy.” She swirled her palm around his bare, numbed cockhead. “She really did you a favor though, you know.”

“She took away all the best parts.”

“You’re still plenty sensitive, boy. Look at how twitchy you are.” She squeezed tight, and he arched his back so hard he lifted off the seat. Another giant splurt of precum coated her hand. “You’d probably have blown your load by now if you’d gotten cut your way.”

“Ahh! I suppose so — oh god!”

“See? Mom always knows best.” She grinned. “Wouldn’t you rather last long enough to get inside me?”

“Ok, ok, ok ok ok.” He hyperventilated as she mercilessly teased him to the edge, letting go of his bare dick right before he actually blew his load.

“You want that, don’t you? You’re going to hold your cum back until I say, right?” Ryan frantically nodded.

“Yes Melody — oh god. Please…please go easier.”

“I’m going to do exactly as I please with you, Ryan. Trust me. I know my way around a full pair of balls.” The driver pulled to a stop in front of a very expensive looking block of flats.

“Ok.”

“Good boy. Look, we’re here.” Melody unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, leaving him to awkwardly tuck his leaky, quivering member back into his jeans before the Uber driver noticed.

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Ryan gawped at the “humble” lodgings. He’d been expecting an AirBNB, not one of these posh modern flats. The place looked like something out of a magazine, with sharp lines, glass surfaces, and furniture that seemed more like art than something you were allowed to sit on.

“I know it isn’t much, but it was as nice as I could find on short notice. This whole trip to England was pretty last minute. Before he moved out, my son and I had a sort of…falling out, near the end of his senior year, and we haven’t been talking, really. I was lonely, and just wanted an adventure. And to find someone to keep me, you know…A little less lonely.”

“Of course! I…I can do that.” His cock tented his jeans again. She laughed.

“I’m sure you can. You can take your boxers off, Ryan. I can tell you’re a little uncomfortable there.”

“Um.” He frowned. “Aren’t you going to get undressed too?”

“When I’m ready, boy. Let’s take it one step at a time. Do you want a drink?” Without waiting for his response, she opened a bottle of white wine and poured two glasses. She held them and stared at him expectantly, arching an eyebrow.

“Come on, Ryan. I spent the whole ride here playing with your cock. It’s hardly the time to be shy now, is it? Show mommy what you’re packing down there.”

As excited as he was for this, this wasn’t quite how he’d pictured it. Certainly, he hadn’t expected losing his virginity to make him feel so small. He pulled his trousers down, then took a deep breath and flopped his briefs down as well. His cock caught on the elastic band as it went down and flipped up, spattering himself with clear drops of prejaculate.

Melody grinned wolfishly. “Gorgeous. It’s so smooth and shiny. Most American guys don’t get theirs cut that tightly, but girls always prefer it when it’s snipped as cleanly as possible. You really are lucky, Ryan. Even if you’re not quite as big as some other guys.”

“I’m not small,” he said defensively. Melody shrugged.

“Well, you’re not tiny. I’ve certainly seen bigger, though. Have a seat. Spread your legs apart so I can really take a look at you.”

He took a seat at the end of the loveseat, and reluctantly spread his legs apart. His balls slid out and rolled onto the cold leather. His cock bobbed eagerly above, stretched tight and shiny bare, precum dribbling down its smooth underside.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she purred. “How long have you been filling them up, Ryan?”

He blinked. “Uh, what?”

“Your balls, Ryan. They’re clearly very full. They’re so tight, and almost purple. Has it been three weeks since you had a release?” She grinned. “Come on, you can tell me. How long since you’ve had sex, Ryan? Who was the last lucky girl to drain those plums dry?”

“Um.” He coughed. He’d expected tonight’s activities to be more focused on his dick, but at least she wasn’t implying he was too small for her anymore.

“It’s been four weeks since I’ve…released, I guess. And…I’ve never been with a girl before.”

Melody stopped short. “Wait. Seriously? How old are you?”

He blushed. “27, ma’am. But I’ve never really found the right person. You know, it’s hard —”

“Oh, but the American MILF who groped you in the bar is your soulmate?” She chuckled.

“It’s ok, Ryan. You’ve been trying to lose your virginity for a while, haven’t you?”

“...yeah, I have. Just haven’t had much luck. If you want someone more experienced, I understand.”

“Oh Ryan, nothing is further from the truth. Do you know how lucky I am? Two swollen balls, packed tight full of cum, attached to a totally inexperienced guy, who’s just desperate for my touch…You are absolutely perfect.”

“I mean, I could tell you weren’t the most macho man in the world, even back in the pub. I didn’t realize just how wimpy you were.” He whimpered.

“I’m not a wimp.”

“We’ll see about that, sweetie. But it’s ok. I don’t need some big, hung manly man tonight. I need someone I can play with, and use, and do anything I want to. Someone I can teach about all the stuff I like in bed, who’s not going to pout or cry or tell me no. Are you going to tell me no tonight, Ryan?”

“No. I mean, uh…I’ll agree to everything. I promise.”

She laughed. “Good boy. Here, have some wine.”

---

As Melody sauntered over to her victim, she reminisced over the last year.

One year since that fateful month. One year since she’d felt Malcolm’s testicle explode beneath her thumb. One year since visiting her own son in the recovery ward, his legs splayed wide apart in the stirrups to give her a clear view at his empty scrotum. One year since she’d had to deal with the reality that she’d never get grandchildren, and watch her only son’s manhood slowly shrivel up day after day as his testosterone left him permanently.

Life at home had been awkward after that. Robert hadn’t wanted much to do with her, even through all of her apologies. She couldn’t blame him, really; watching your own mom masturbate while you’re screaming in pain from your last ruptured testicle had to take a toll on any guy. Feeling your own final drops of semen leak out, knowing you’ll never have any sexual pleasure for the rest of your life, while the one woman who was supposed to protect you was shaking from the pleasure of watching would hurt any boy.

And on top of that, she hadn’t been able to resist Malcolm. At first she’d tried to keep her trysts with her son’s one-nutted friend stealthy, but it was impossible; Melody had never been able to keep herself quiet during a good orgasm, and Malcolm provided plenty. She knew she should be a little more sympathetic to her eunuch son’s plight, but the uniball boy was just so irresistible. His throbbing cock filled her hungry pussy so perfectly, and the remainder of his manhood made for a fantastic stress toy before, during, and after their hookups.

For foreplay, she’d slam a cheeky knee into Malcolm’s crotch until he was wheezing. During sex, she’d use it like a handhold, pulling as hard as she could to speed him up or crushing his nut pancake-flat when she wanted him to slow down. Afterwards, she’d lay next to the quivering, crying boy, softly probing the organ, luxuriating in whatever new damage she’d inflicted, pressing him into her bosom when her thumb sank into a particularly bruised patch of gonad meat. Malcolm proved that a boy could be just as fun with a half empty sack as a full one. Their trysts were stimulating enough to keep Melody distracted from her son’s loud sobbing in the room next door.

But eventually, Robert went off to college, and Melody found herself hungry again, in a way she hadn’t been for years. His castration had reawakened something insatiable inside of her, and torturing Malcolm’s last nut only staved it off without providing her the satisfaction she really needed.

Melody craved castration. She needed it like she needed air or water.

The sleepy town in the middle of the English countryside provided a perfect hunting ground for her. Thousands of miles away, nobody knew who she was, and nobody would be able to track her down when she’d finished with her victim. And Ryan was truly the perfect victim, even more so than she’d expected. She’d sized him up as a single, sexually frustrated young man with an inferiority complex from across the room, but she hadn’t realized just how true that was.

Four weeks of blueballing and a lifetime of virginity. Roiling, cum-packed blueballs attached to a weak-willed boy who melted in her hand. He even bore a passing resemblance to her son. After decades of abstention and self-control from her urge to neuter any and every healthy man she knew, he was the perfect victim to finally indulge in.

He was sitting on her couch, his lovely balls puddled out between his legs, the constant stream of precum from his modest erection pooling in the dimple between his scrotum and his member. Ryan looked up at her like a scared puppy, nervous but eager. She walked over with both glasses of wine, smirking, and ‘tripped’.

Melody was well experienced in this exact ‘accident’ by now. Expertly turning to avoid spilling any of the expensive vintage, she fell forward into his lap, her left knee extended. With his legs spread apart and his balls as large as they were, she couldn’t have missed his package if she tried. His testicles were extremely full, but still had enough give to flatten beneath her weight. The virgin let out a faint wheeze as she collapsed into him, pinning all of her weight onto his left ball.

“Oops.” The boy looked up at her in disbelief, and she met his eyes. Then she rolled her weight to the right side, flattening the other half of his manhood. Wriggling her weight back and forth on his privates, she enjoyed the look of confusion starting to set in.

“Melody — FUCK! You got me in the balls.”

“Sorry sweetie. I didn’t realize. I can just be so klutzy.” She rolled back and forth, steamrolling his balls as flat as she could, before appearing to get up — right before pulling her knee back again and slamming it into his crotch.

“It’s an accident. I swear.” She pulled her knee back again and — crunch.

“Accident?!” He squeaked.

“Yes. Totally an accident.” Thump, CRUNCH.

“STOP!” She pulled her knee away and stood up, allowing Ryan to fall over onto the loveseat, hands stuffed between his thighs.

“Is this…what is this? What are you doing?”

“I’m just clumsy, Ryan.”

“You kneed me in the balls, twice. Obviously intentionally. Please, I thought we were going to…”

“Thought we were going to what, Ryan?” She leaned over him, allowing her breasts to nearly spill out of her tight black dress. Despite his pain, his eyes were drawn to the swath of milky-white flesh she presented him.

“Did you want to go inside me, boy? Feel mommy’s tight pussy around you? Make me cum all over you?”

He nodded frantically.

“Well, we can still do that. But I admit, those hits weren’t accidental. I just have a little kink, you know? I like hurting boys in the bollocks. Or, the goolies. That’s what you call them here, right?”

“...Yeah. But we usually just say balls.”

“Sure. Balls then, love. I love hurting balls. I can admit that now. I used to be embarrassed, but I’ve gotten comfortable with my kinks, and that’s my biggest one. And you said you’d do everything I wanted tonight. I promise, I’ll let you inside of me, and I’ll let you make me cum. But you have to let me have my fun as well, right?”

He looked confused. “I mean…is this…foreplay? I…I’ve watched porn. They never do any of this stuff. It’s mostly like, dick sucking, and…touching lightly, and….nothing painful.”

“This isn’t porn, Ryan,” she said seriously. “I’m a real woman, with real needs. And real sex is about giving as well as taking. You can give me what I want, right?”

“I don’t know…”

She lifted her leg in front of his face and saw his eyes grow wide. She hadn’t worn panties that night; Ryan looked straight ahead at what would’ve been the first pussy he’d seen in his life.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise. You can endure a little pain for the chance to get inside my pussy, right Ryan?”

Melody could see the resistance visibly drain out of him as his balls overrode his common sense.

“You’re not going to…do any permanent damage, right?”

“Of course not. I promise, I won’t pop anything,” Melody lied. God, this was going to be easy. Her knee was still up in the air, giving him a view of her pussy.

“Ok. As long as you don’t go too hard. I really want to have kids some day, and I’ve heard —”

She brought her heel down, slamming it between his legs and crushing his balls against the stiff couch beneath. Ryan hunched over, hugging and pawing at her shin and her thigh, desperately trying to ease the pressure. Melody just leaned forward, putting more and more weight onto his nuts, twisting her shoe slowly. She could feel the organs starting to flatten, and she knew the intense pressure and inexorable twisting motion would soften and untangle the tightly knotted tubules inside, allowing them to break apart more beneath her.

---

Ryan’s head lolled back and he gagged with pain. His eyes were watering so much he could barely see, but he struggled to keep them open so he could keep staring at that beautiful, subtle cleft beneath her skirt. He could feel Melody grinding his balls back and forth, and he started to get scared she’d accidentally rupture something.

But she promised. She’d absolutely promised she wouldn’t pop them. He reminded himself of that as she put more and more pressure onto his tender bollocks. The older woman was obviously very experienced at this kind of foreplay, whatever it was. He trusted she wouldn’t go too far.

But god he couldn’t wait for the main event. The pain was staggering. After an eternity, she lifted her foot up, looking both satisfied and disappointed with him.

“You really withstood that, hm? Still feeling up for more?”

If more meant more ballcrushing, he was not. “More…what?”

“More foreplay, sweetie.” His reaction answered for him.

“Oh, we can do something a little less painful. Come on, lay back. On the couch.”

“What…what are you going to do to me?”

“Relax. I’ll give your nuts a break for a second.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you don’t want to taste my pussy?”

That was what he’d been expecting foreplay to be. Without another word, he rolled over onto the couch and laid back. Melody straddled him, pinning him in place. He could smell her pussy, and felt it dripping onto his chin.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to please mommy? You’ve done a great job tonight, cutie. I’ve loved crushing your balls so far. It’s hard to explain, but some boys have a pair that’s just made to be crushed. Like, some are really small, or really hard, or way too big, or dangle too low or are packed too tightly to get a grip on. But yours are perfect, Ryan.”

“Um. Oh.”

“They fit perfectly in my hand. They have just enough give that I can really feel them deform when I’m pressing down, but they’re sturdy enough I know they’re still fully functional. You know, if you bust a pair too much, they can actually lose a lot of their functionality even before they pop. They get loose and pliable and all mushy, and you can just tell the guy’s already sterile even though he’s got a full sack. But yours are going to stay super fertile for a long time, I can tell. Trust me, Ryan, these are every girl’s favorite type of nuts to crack.”

“...Thanks.” He wasn’t sure he enjoyed that particular compliment. And he definitely didn’t enjoy how detailed she was about ‘losing functionality’. Still, he knew this had to just be some kind of BDSM-power play she got off on.

He could feel her pussy getting wet, girl drool slicking against his skin. She leaned back and slid herself closer to his lips, then finally settled on top. Her pussy lips and hair and clit filled his view beneath her black skirt. She still hadn’t undressed.

“Ryan, sweetie. I know you’re new to this, but you can’t be that naive.” She grabbed his head and pushed him forward. “Stick your tongue out and taste me. Now, boy.”

His tongue flicked forward tentatively and found her clit.

“Good start, but go harder. Now.” She slapped behind her without looking, perfectly landing her hand on his bruised balls. Ryan cried out, but her cunt smothered him. He’d been hoping the ball torture part of the night had finished up, but he was starting to suspect that testicle pain never really ended with Melody. She slapped him again, hard, and he started to speed up in the hopes enough pleasure would distract her from his nuts.

“Oh, Ryan. Honey…You’re doing so good. Push your tongue in more, baby, that’s just what mommy needs.” She leaned back and groaned, grabbing both his balls in her hand and squeezing them gently. He licked hard and harder, and she rewarded him with a face full of girlcum. Unfortunately, as her pleasure grew, so did her pressure. By the time he’d licked her obediently to the edge of her climax, he could feel his balls squishing out around her nails, her white-knuckled fists trembling with the strength she exerted.

“Right there, yes! Go in as far as you can, sweetie, it won’t bite. Ungh. You’re doing…you’re doing so good. I’m going to…Mommy’s going to…” Melody’s words devolved into unintelligible gasping.

Then she took a really deep breath, and threw her head back. A torrent of wetness filled his mouth.

“OH GOD! MOMMY’S CUMMING!” Melody gushed all over his face. She stopped increasing the pressure on his bollocks but didn’t relax it at all, and as she bucked and spasmed, she mindlessly pulled them far away from him. He tried to scream and beg for her to stop, slapping her thighs at an attempt to communicate how distressingly close his nutcords were to snapping, but Melody was deep in the throes of her orgasm and didn’t seem to notice.

Finally, she finished. Sagging forward, she let go of his manhood at last. He curled his knees up instinctually, sobbing.

“Aww, did I hurt you, Ryan?” He nodded into her pussy.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I went pretty hard on your plums. You were just doing such a good job licking my pussy. You’re really a natural at it, you know. Do you want me to make it up to you?” He nodded again.

She wriggled down his body, her pussy leaving a trail of wetness on his chest. He nearly came when she slid over his dick, spurting his own streak of precum onto her, but groaned when she kept sliding down until she was between his knees. She held his quivering cock in one hand, barely touching it, like it was a loaded gun she was afraid would go off at any moment.

“Wow. You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” He nodded frantically.

“I bet if your real mommy hadn’t snipped and shaved you so cleanly, you’d be so sensitive you’d cum just from me touching you right now.” She moved her mouth closer, and his heartbeat sped up. He could feel her breath on his cockhead. It felt cool against the dampness of his constantly leaking precum. “You really are lucky she clipped so much off.”

“Oh god. Melody, please!”

She kissed him right where his frenulum would’ve been. He bucked upwards and groaned, desperately trying to get more stimulation, but she pulled her head fast enough to avoid him slipping between her lips.

“Bad boy.” She swatted his testicles, and he groaned.

“Please, Melody, no more, I can’t —”

She leaned forward and engulfed his bellend with her mouth.

---

Melody swirled her tongue around Ryan’s bare cockhead, poking inside and sucking as much precum out as she could. Getting his entire cock in her mouth was no challenge, but keeping him right on the edge was much more difficult. She knew the second he came, she’d lose her grip over him, and he’d start fighting back for real. Already he was nearly complaining from the pain. That wouldn’t do at all; she needed to lure him with a bit more pleasure to keep him under her thumb. Threading the needle between intense pleasure and a climactic release was hard when he was this pent up.

Another spurt of precum shot down her throat and she slid off his dick just in time. He’d stopped complaining about his balls, which was a good sign he was getting too close to the edge. She punched him in the nuts to bring him back away from it. He groaned, his cock wilting just a bit, and she leaned forward again and licked him back to the brink.

Over and over, she repeated this; suckling and stroking just until he was about to explode, then busting his swollen purple balls until he was a safe distance from cumming. By the eighth iteration of this pain/pleasure cycle, she could see his brain starting to break. Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot and teary, and he could barely speak.

“Are you ready for more foreplay, Ryan? I’ve given you enough pleasure, right, love?” His mouth moved silently in response. Melody took that for assent.

“I’d like to stomp on them, full force. I’ve got these high heels that are going to be so fun, and if you could just lay on the ground with your legs spread —”

“NO!” he shouted so loud she jumped.

“This…this isn’t what I came here for. I’m sorry, Melody. I can’t do this. This is too much for me. You’re…you’re so beautiful, and just…I thought I could endure the pain for a chance with you. But I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I just wanted to know what normal sex felt like, and I know you said you wouldn’t do any permanent damage, but I swear it feels like something is wrong inside my balls, and I just…it’s too much. And I’m not your son. Stop calling yourself ‘mummy’”.

Melody’s stomach sank. She could feel her chance to neuter him slipping through her fingers. Ryan rolled off the couch, groaning as he hit the floor on all fours. He tried to stand up but fell back down, crippled from the pain. Failing that, he crawled on all fours towards his trousers, his thighs still clutched together, his bloated balls sticking out behind him.

They made the perfect target.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Ryan.” He didn’t respond.

“I just…don’t think we’re quite finished yet.”

Melody wound her leg back and kicked him as hard as she could, perfectly aiming her toe directly into the back of his left nut. She could feel it actually crunch this time as it flattened against his pelvic bone. Ryan had definitely been wrong when he said she’d caused permanent damage, before; she had actually kept his balls perfectly intact up until now. But this blow was definitely hard enough to dislodge some sperm count from his unused blue balls.

Her next kick caught the right one.

Ryan

When he started crawling forward, Ryan had thought he’d passed the apex of pain any man could possibly feel. When he heard the crunch between his legs, he realised how wrong he was. He flopped onto the floor at her second kick, trying to curl up to protect himself, but she put her foot on his back and pressed him flat, his balls still trapped between his legs. Then she lifted her heel up and stomped down hard on the trapped, bloated package.

Another louder, wetter crunch echoed out. He tried not to throw up.

“You’d promised you’d agree to everything tonight, Ryan.” Another stomp. Another CRUNCH.

“I’m very disappointed to hear otherwise. I hate when boys break promises to me.” CRUNCH.

“I would’ve let you keep both of them, you know. But if you’re going to act up like this, I’ll need to break my own promise.” CRUNCH

Her promise. Ryan searched his brain for what it was. Her promise to have sex with him?

No.

Her promise NOT TO POP HIS NUTS.

“No. God, please no!” He frantically tried to get up, but she pressed her foot onto his scrotum, pinning him to the floor. He could feel her rolling his nuts around, assessing them, probing them for weaknesses.

“Yes, Ryan. You’ve just been so disobedient. I find boys are much more obedient with a little less…pep, in their system. About half as much, to be specific.”

“Melody, please…” His voice had dwindled to a squeak.

“Ryan. I’ve made up my mind. Now tell me: Which testicle do you want to lose?”

He sobbed, terrified.

“The right one is definitely larger, but I think the left one is still healthier — it feels a lot less mushy. So, which one will it be? I’ll let you choose.”

“NEITHER! Please, neither!”

She sighed. “Ok. Take a deep breath and say goodbye to leftie then, honey. I’ve been told this really hurts.”

“No! Please, god, NO! You promised! You promised, Melody, please! PLEASE!”

She leaned forward, putting the entirety of her weight onto her toe, pressing his ball against the floor. His face pressed against the cool hardwood. His brain focused on the stupidest detail, as if distraction would save him from the pain. Was it oak? Mahogany? Something expensive, no doubt. Maybe —

Pop

He blacked out.

---

Melody’s heel abruptly slammed against the floor as Ryan’s ball exploded beneath it and he lost consciousness. The sight of his eyes rolled back and his mouth foaming over in pain was very sexy, but more beautiful than that was the contents of his scrotum beneath her heel. His ball had shattered into several distinct, but definitively non-functional chunks. Probing the shattered mess, she finally couldn’t hold back any more.

Breathing hard, she stripped her dress off as fast as she could, keeping his broken ball pinned beneath her. Her hands found her clit and she rubbed furiously, wiggling back and forth on top of his broken ball, grinding chunks of nutmeat into nutmush and stimulating herself, lifting her other foot to put even more weight to fully liquify the former gonad until —

“GUH!” With a primal, undignified howl, she sprayed her orgasm all over the naked comatose boy, one leg raised up high, her other trembling hard as she came. Cumming on his face had been fun, but there was something about orgasming when she didn’t feel the need to stay sexy for a man, and could just let loose. She felt one final errant chunk of nutmeat give way—

“AAAAH! Oh GOD that feels good. Holy fuck. Holy shit.”

Her third orgasm of the night started before she finished the second one. She cried out as it hit her, pressing her fingers into her clit as hard as she could. She knew her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess; she couldn’t care less. She could drop the loving mommy persona now that her boy wasn’t watching.

Finally finished, her thighs and hands dripping with her cum, she stepped back and admired her work. Ryan’s larger ball was indeed still mostly intact, but nothing remained of his left one but a limp, empty scrotum. As she returned to her senses, she remembered something she’d tried to put out of her mind. Something that horrified her to her core. She nearly fainted at the thought of...

Her deposit. Her ludicrously expensive deposit on this gorgeous apartment with its gorgeous floors.

Recalling with dread how she’d had to refinish her own hardwood floor to get the stain from Malcolm’s testicular remnants out, she flipped Ryan over, expecting to see half of his four weeks of cum, along with the remains of his testicle, seeping into the floorboards. But somehow, against all odds, her virgin had resisted that irrational urge all boys seem to have to blow a final load from a busted ball. She nearly cried from relief. His cock still pointed up above his half-full sack, bobbing and drooling and gloriously, beautifully unrelieved of even a drop of his pent-up semen.

Still, she couldn’t trust he’d keep himself clean when she popped his other nut. Dragging him to her bedroom, she splayed him on the sumptuous mattress and tied each limb to a post, tugging them to make sure he couldn’t wriggle free. Ryan was still totally out of it.

His ball hung below his smooth, drum-tight cock. The surgeon had really done a great job on him; every possible extra nerve had been sliced away smoothly. Whoever she was (Melody was sure it was a woman; no man would’ve circumcised him so thoroughly) had circumcised him so tightly, even his ballsack was pulled up tight along his shaft; although with half its contents now liquified, it was decidedly less taut than before. His solo testicle jutted out prominently against the modest mast above, plump and healthy and quivering as if it was scared of her. As it should be.

It was huge. Almost as huge as some of her toys back home. Actually, it was exactly the same size and shape as one of her love eggs.

Inspiration struck her.

Full story with illustrations here

Pain.

His world was pain. Nothing but pain. The boy groaned in agony as consciousness mercilessly flooded his mind. Nerves sang with electric pain, concentrated right between his legs. He tried to remember where he was. He tried to remember who he was.

When he looked up at the vision before him, he realised what had happened.

He’d died. He was dead, and this was the afterlife. He just wasn’t quite sure which one yet.

The pain between his legs told him it was hell. The breasts in his face, and the beautiful, wonderfully naked middle-aged woman they belonged to, told him it was heaven. Certainly, this angel was an improvement over a cherub with a harp. He just wished the pain would stop.

Her outline was soft and doubled, like everything else in the strange purgatory he’d ascended or descended into. She knelt between his legs, leaning over him with an expression somehow between sympathy and avarice. Her boobs were inches from his face, and when she noticed he was awake, she grabbed his face and pressed him into them. They were warm and deliciously supple against his face. The scent of sweat and womanly musk enveloped him completely.

This must be heaven. He instinctively tried to grab a handful, but something tugged his wrist tight.

“Oh Robert, sweetie, it's ok! Mommy has you. You're ok.” He was moderately sure that wasn't his name, but he didn't see the need to correct the angel yet. And he really hoped mommy was a title, or the fact that he was buried face-deep in her tits and rock hard might actually send him to hell.

“What…what happened?”

“You don’t remember?” His memories were still slippery, and he couldn't keep hold. Something almost came back to him, a pub, a…woman. He almost had it, but a lance of searing nutpain knocked it away.

“You played a prank on me. You always loved your pranks, and…you got me good, Robert. Really good. You were on the floor, hiding, and you grabbed my leg to make me trip — I didn't see you at all. You made me completely lose my balance.”

She sighed. “I'd always warned you not to prank me like that. But I think you're going to be a little more careful from now on.”

“What do you mean?” Cold fear tickled in the back of his brain. Fear. Something besides the burning agony in his scrotum felt very wrong.

“I landed right on your little…on your privates, dear. And I was wearing my heels. The really pointy ones.”

“I stepped on them good. Stomped on them, really. And you know I've gained a little weight since becoming a mom, and you had gotten naked, for some reason, so you didn’t have any protection at all…” she winced. “My toe came down full force onto your left testicle. Like, smack right on top of it.”

“No…”

She nodded sadly. “Like I said, you really should've been more careful, honey. At least you still have the right one.”

“What!?”

“Let this be a lesson for you. Don't prank mommy if you don't want her to accidentally pop your ball like a grape.”

POP

The sound…

That pain.

His memories came flooding back.

“GET OFF!!! Get the FUCK OFF OF ME!! LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!”

Melody sighed again. “Well, that was fun while it lasted.”

---

Melody

Melody was happy but unsurprised to see her bonds were strong enough to withstand Ryan’s attempts to escape. She'd gotten quite good at tying boys up in her year playing with Malcolm, and Ryan was a good deal smaller than him. She kept her knee between his legs; his left ball was totally mush now, but he clearly still had some nerve endings in his ballsack for her to enjoy. She pressed him harder into her boobs to muffle his screams.

“I do appreciate you holding back, Ryan. I would've figured you for a quick shot, but I guess your real mom took that sensitivity away from you.”

“Oh God, my balls…what did you do?!”

“I popped one, obviously. And you managed not to cum. Very impressive, for a cum loaded virgin.”

Ryan started to hyperventilate. She eased up the pressure on his broken nut and watched as the truth set in.

“Please…I need to go to the hospital. They can save it. Please call an ambulance. They can still save it please!”

“No, Ryan, I promise they can't.” She pinched the left side of his scrotum between two fingers and rolled it around.

“See? It’s just mush.” Ryan bawled, and Melody felt herself getting wet again.

“I think Mommy needs to cum again, Ryan.”

“Please…I can’t…”

She turned around and sat on his face, cutting off the rest of his protests. Grinding her pussy against his mouth, she enjoyed the vibrations from his screams. Leaning forward, she lined her breasts up with his continuously rock-hard cock and wrapped them around it. He gasped.

“See? I know what’s best for you. You’ve been so good to me — eating me out, letting me play with you, even letting me pop you —” She hugged her massive boobs tightly, and his dick twitched and let out a massive splurt of precum. Bobbing up and down, she lubed up his cock thoroughly between her breasts and rocked back and forth on top of his face. His screams had turned to moans. She was sure his broken ball was still excruciating, but he could still enjoy the feeling of her tits against his dick.

“I shouldn’t tell you what to do now that you have some experience. Come on, Ryan, pick up the pace.” His tongue started sliding into and around her. She lifted up and gave his cock a pump with her breasts, and he sped up. Holding her boobs tight around his cock, she started to give him his first boobjob. His pink, bare little head nearly poked through her cleavage on each downstroke.

“You know, if you were just a little bigger, you could reach my mouth.” Her pussy muffled his whines entirely.

“No, I know you’re not tiny. If you were tiny, you couldn’t fit between my tits at all.” She grabbed them together with both hands and sped up the pace of her titfucking. She sped up even more, her tits a blur up and down his bare cock. His scrotum started to slap against her. Most boys’ ballsacks get really tight and rigid when they’re this close, but Melody figured being half-full meant his scrotum would still be floppy even when he was on the verge of cumming. She went even faster and as hard as she possibly could. Both his intact and broken ball were now slapping loudly against her boobs with each stroke, and the high-pitched screams beneath her told her that her boobjob was as painful as it was pleasurable.

“Aw, why are you crying, babe?” She panted as she neared her own orgasm, but didn’t let up on his cock at all. Leaning back and releasing his cock from her cleavage, she grabbed the shaft with both hands and began pumping as quickly and roughly as she possibly could; he was leaking more than enough precum to lubricate her hands. His damaged scrotum slapped against her with every stroke, over and over, gaining speed as she kept the rhythm of her pumping fast and painful. She could feel him screaming beneath her, thrashing desperately, probably begging her to slow down his inaugural handjob. The screams provided beautiful vibrations against her pussy, and ruining the little pleasure she was giving him with even more sack-slapping ballpain was truly so fucking satisfying. She quickly reached another edge.

“Oh FUCK, RYAN!” She gushed all over his face, letting go of his dick not a second too soon. His cock fired off spurt after spurt, but through her orgasm she was satisfied to see his cum stayed completely clear; she still hadn’t pushed him over the edge.

She grabbed his last ball with both hands, thankful it was large enough to fit both around, and squeezed as hard as she could, her fingers pressing it into her palm, deforming the organ deliciously around all ten points of pressure and causing it to bubble between her knuckles. She wriggled her fingers and felt some important piece of those delicate, tangled sperm-producing testicular insides give way and shift apart. She was sure she’d just snuffed out countless millions of his future children. His screams rose another octave.

Her orgasm petered off at last. She continued her deep tissue massage of his last gonad through her aftershocks, churning her fingers through the impressively sized organ, then finally let go. Rolling the swollen babymaker between her thumb and forefinger, she admired her work. It was still intact, unlike its brother, but it was definitely not the full, healthy organ it had been at the beginning of the night. Swollen from a respectable chicken egg into a ridiculous plum size, the thing was dotted with bruises and blotches. Some regions were still completely intact, but many more were squishy and giving like a badly bruised fruit. Mapping out the exquisite pain of his agony, she wondered if it was too big yet. It had certainly swollen up a lot since she’d sized it up earlier.

But no. It would work. The change in size had come with a corresponding change in pliability. She slid down and flipped around, straddling his waist. Her pussy was now closer to his cock and ball than it had been all night. Melody smiled down at him.

“What do you want to do next, Ryan?”

---

Ryan

“I need to go to the hospital.”

Sometime between losing his ball and being forced to lick her to another selfish orgasm, Ryan had a realisation.

There had never been a chance of losing his virginity in this flat.

Against all reason, he still wanted her, badly. He could feel the heat of her pussy centimetres from his dick. Every cell of his body was screaming out, urging him to thrust forward and slide inside. But she’d just hop off his dick, tease him to another edge, and then…stomp his bollock into pudding, or twist it until it snapped off, or some other horrible testicular war crime he couldn’t imagine. He needed to get himself under control and focus on saving what remained of his sex life before she ended it forever. He needed to stop focusing on what he wanted, and focus on what he needed. And what he needed was to remain a biological man (or at least, half of one).

Even though she’d just inched her way upwards. Even though her pussy lips were now on top of his cock, pressing it against his belly, hotdogging its numbed, circumcised underside. Even though, if she just adjusted herself a tiny bit more and pointed him upwards, he could slide into her dripping wet cunt, and could finally feel that one core experience that defined every other man’s life, that sensation he’d imagined thousands of times in bed while stroking himself.

He definitely needed to ignore all of that.

“Aw, are you sure?”

“Yes. Hospital. Now.”

“But sweetie…You still haven’t gone inside of me. Don’t you want to feel inside mommy? I promised, remember?”

“You’re not going to let me,” he said sullenly. “You already told me. I’d broken my promise, so you broke yours. You’re going to trick me, or pull away at the last second, or pop my other ball, or…something. I don’t know.”

“No, Ryan, I mean it. You’ve been so good to me. I know losing your little nut was uncomfortable, but you’ve made me cum so hard…I just want to make it up to you.”

“It wasn’t uncomfortable.” He was almost shaking. “It was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt, Melody. Do you know what it feels like when your bollock fucking explodes?”

“Hm. No, I suppose I don’t. I’ve seen it happen to enough other boys, I understand it’s not too fun though.”

Of course she’d done this before. Why wasn’t he surprised?

“And it’s…gone. It’s just gone now.”

“I know. And it’s not coming back, not ever. You’re going to be my cute little half-man for the rest of your life.”

“But…Ryan, sweetie, it’s over now. You paid a very high price for something, and wouldn’t it be a waste if you didn’t get what you paid for?”

“And what’s that?” He spat sarcastically. “More bollock torture? Are you going to pop my last one too? It’s not bad enough that I’m half a man now, you need to neuter me completely for your sick fetish? I know you’re not going to fuck me. Stop messing with my head.”

“I’m serious, Ryan. I’ll call an ambulance if you really want, but I’d rather ride you first.”

A glimmer of hope wormed its way past his defences.

“You’re lying.”

“I promise, I’m not.”

She had a point. He still hated her for what she did to him, but hate wouldn’t bring his ball back.

“So, what do you say?”

“...You’re really going to let me inside of you?”

“Yes, Ryan. I absolutely promise.”

“And you’ll let me cum?”

She laughed. “Well, that’s up to you. I’m going to enjoy myself mostly. I can be a little selfish like that. But no, I won’t intentionally stop you from cumming anymore.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, Ryan.”

“Ok. Ok, yeah, let’s…let’s have sex.”

She stroked his cheek and leaned over seductively.

“Oh Ryan. I didn’t quite say that.”

She slid down more, her pussy lips leaving his cock. She reached behind her and grabbed his last ball. He started shaking.

“No no no…no more busting. You promised. No more pain…”

“I definitely didn’t promise that, Ryan. I was very careful with my words.” She was straddling his ball now, and he felt her fingers press against it. The entrance to her pussy was very, very wet.

“You promised!”

“I promised you’d get me off and go inside of me. I’m not breaking those promises.”

She considered for a second. “I also said I’d avoid any permanent damage…I guess I didn’t keep that promise. But you broke your promise too. One broken promise for one broken nut — that seems fair to me.”

She pushed his nut against her. His stomach dropped as he comprehended her plan.

“You LIED!”

“Technically, I didn’t.”

“You TRICKED ME!”

“Well. Yeah.”

Her fingers stabbed into him, and his bollock slid inside her.

He’d seen anatomical diagrams of pussies, and had certainly watched enough porn, to know the opening inside was distinctly not testicle-shaped. It was a long, thin crevasse, going up between her lips deep inside her. As his ball flattened out between the two sides, he experienced it firsthand, feeling every distinct ridge and soft pleasurable fold meant for his dick flattening out and squeezing a very different part of his anatomy.

When she’d compressed his nut in her hands, her fingers had dug in sharply, but at least his ball could bulge out between where she wasn’t squeezing, giving him some relief. Her pussy had no such pressure outlet; she squeezed him now from every direction, absolutely equally, crushing and deforming him into a shape more fitting for herself. His massive babymaker almost squirted out of her dripping pussy, but she used one hand to keep it inside, pressing it deeper and deeper into her, until all at once it reached some new widening inside and slid forward of its own accord. His nutcords stretched away from him as she pulled him deeper inside, not even using her hands anymore.

It was quite painful. Melody rocked on top of him slowly, her face flushed but triumphant.

“I knew I could get the fucker in. How's it feel to finally be inside a woman, Ryan?”

“IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!”

She ignored him. “They say giving birth makes a woman loose, you know. I was terribly self-conscious about that when I was younger. My doctor recommended kegels, so I did those every day. Do you know what kegels are?”

Ryan shook his head frantically. “No no no. Please don't, Melody.”

“It's where you squeeze your pelvic floor. Supposed to exercise all those muscles, keep me nice and tight. I’m not sure if it worked, though. What do you think?”

“You’re tight, I promise. You’re really really tight, Melody.” He tried not to focus on how good that tightness would’ve felt around his dick.

“Are you sure? I think I can make it tighter. Here, I'll show you what a kegel is like.”

She bit her lip, sticking her tongue out and closing one eye with effort. He saw her soft abs tense. The omnidirectional vise surrounding his bollock squeezed even tighter somehow. His vision went white when the pain hit.

“Did you feel that?”

“YES! God, stop, please!”

She loosened her pussy’s grip, then tightened it again. This time, he could definitely feel something crack, and he started panicking.

“MELODY! SOMETHING BROKE!”

“God, I know.” She had a small smile on her face. “I could feel that too.”

“PLEASE! It’s my last nut!!! Please, for all of your fantasies and your…foreplay, can’t you please just let me keep one?”

She leaned over him as she continued, dangling her boobs in his face, and he could faintly feel the stiff poke of her clit against the bottom of his dick. She was rubbing against him, selfishly taking her pleasure from his cock without allowing him anything but pain. Mere centimetres separated his needy virgin cock from the cunt that was supposed to deflower it.

“No, Ryan. You can’t. I’m going to pop it inside my pussy, unless you can manage to hold out.”

“WHY?!”

“Because I love this.” Squeeze. Crackle.

“I love busting nuts. I love feeling that pop. I love knowing what you’ll lose out on.” Squeeze. Squick

“I have for years. Since high school, and college. I was a demon. I neutered boys left and right. Some deserved it. Most didn’t. And then…I felt bad. I felt like I was broken. I thought, ‘Why can’t I just enjoy normal sex like other girls? What’s wrong with me?’”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“I don’t know. I’m just kinky, I guess. Castration is a shockingly common fetish in women these days, you know.”

“...WHAT THE FU-GUH?!” Another tight squeeze. Another nauseating crunch.

“I guess you wouldn’t know. You’ve never been with a girl, have you? And porn aimed at men certainly doesn’t show any pops.”

“PLEASE!”

“It’s the feeling of it all. The physicality. The way a ball holds out for so long, against my foot, or my thumb, or my…” She bit her lip and quivered as she gave the hardest squeeze yet. His vision went white.

“...My ‘quim’. But it’s more than just the physical feeling — I like destroying you. I like messing with your head and making you think you had a chance to walk out of this apartment with your balls intact.”

“I like knowing that, after we’re done, you’ll never have kids, and likely never get a hard-on again. I like knowing you’ll spend the rest of your life with an empty scrotum flapping between your legs, reminding you of that one desperate, magical night you got so close to losing your virginity.”

“I like knowing this is going to be the single most painful, memorable, important, nauseating, soul-crushing hour of your entire existence. And for me…It’s just going to be one more night of sexual relief. I don’t even know if I’ll remember your name in a year or two. But I think you’ll always remember me. Oh fuck.” Ryan felt a gush of wetness over his cock, and realised how close she was to yet another orgasm.

He tried to control himself and get his emotions under control. It was hard when he could literally feel his last testicle breaking away piece by piece, but through the haze and horror of what was happening, he realised that anger and begging wasn’t going to get him anywhere. His balls had been doomed since he’d entered this cursed flat. But maybe he could get something from her before she took everything from him. Ryan switched to bargaining.

“Please…Can’t I just…Can’t I just cum, once? If you’re going to pop it anyway? I’ve waited 27 years. I’ve…I’ve been a good guy. I’ve never harassed any women. Whenever I get turned down for a date, I take it nicely. I’m not a creep. I just…I just want to know what it feels like.”

“Just once, before you —” He swallowed hard. “Before you castrate me.”

“Oh Ryan.” She kissed him on the forehead. “That’d ruin all the fun. But, honestly, even I can’t control you that much. Most boys splatter their load when their last ball pops. I’m sure you’ll do the same. I might even touch your dick while you do it, assuming I’ve already orgasmed.”

“Can you at least do it before it pops?”

“Definitely not. But…I’m getting close — Fuck that feels good. You know, women squeeze even harder when we cum, right? It’ll be harder than I can squeeze on purpose, even with my kegels.”

“Please, god no…”

“You’re really doing a fantastic job fucking me with your ball. It’s even better than most of the cock I’ve taken. It’s almost a shame this will be our last time together.”

He grasped at the sliver of hope she dangled in front of him. “Then don’t! Let me keep it! I…I can fuck you with it again! You can put my ball in you, and crush it, or…or kick me as hard as you want! I won’t even run, or scream. Er, unless you want me to! Please, Melody, just…please let me keep it.”

“Ahhh, Ryan. You are so cute.” She ground against his cock harder, and he reached another edge, his cock spurting several full blasts of precum onto his belly.

“Keep begging like that, and I just might.”

“PLEASE LET ME KEEP IT! LET ME KEEP MY BALL! DON’T NEUTER ME, DON’T CASTRATE ME! I CAN STILL BE A MAN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—”

“Oh GOD that’s perfect, honey —”

Her words cut off and she shrieked like a banshee. A bucket of her girl cum covered him, and she began her orgasm.

And Ryan felt her pussy walls pinch together completely, tighter than he could squeeze his own fist. With a gushing, muffled plmf, his last testicle detonated completely inside of her. He heard it just milliseconds before he felt it, searing pain shooting up the torn remnants of his spermatic cords, every part of his body suffusing with agony, his mind blue-screened entirely by the irreversible implications — and yet, he just focused on what she’d said before. He might have one last chance, at least to cum, if he could just…If he could just stay conscious enough to enjoy —

---

Melody

Melody wriggled back and forth on top of Ryan, smiling down at the boy as his eyes rolled back and he passed out. Inside of her, she squeezed hard, grinding anything solid into mush with her pussy, while her clit ground against his still-throbbing cock outside. No final release for him, then. The thought of denying him even that last indignity drove her into another gasping orgasm.

When that was finished, she got to her feet shakily. Ryan’s ballbag slid out of her, still shockingly full, albeit with absolutely nothing resembling a solid testicle sloshing around inside. His dick was, absurdly, still hard.

“I’m ready, Malcolm,” she said, loud enough for him to hear, and Malcolm opened the closet door and stepped out. His massive cock jutted out the full 9 inches in front of him, his scrotum stretched along with it and drooping low to display his own solitary testicle. He stared at Ryan, who was splayed out on the bed. The one-balled man shuddered at the sight of the eunuch’s empty, mushy scrotum, but he also wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking again.

“Do you want to kick me, or squeeze me first? Or…Do you need to get your high heels?”

Smiling lustily, she squatted over Ryan’s face and bent over to present herself to him.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Malcolm, but…I think I’ve had enough ballbusting for right now. I just really need a good fuck.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

---

Ryan

Ryan tried to make sense of what he was looking at.

This was a nightmare, for sure. Or a dream, like one final fantasy of what could’ve been. What his life would’ve looked like if he’d actually convinced her to let him keep one of his testes. Why he was fantasising about a time after losing a testicle, instead of while he had been fully intact, made no sense. But this definitely couldn’t be real.

The pussy being fucked just centimetres from his face was most certainly Melody’s. His doppelganger was fucking Melody with wild abandon, the exact same way he’d been fantasising about all night. The single low-hanging testicle in his sack slapped forward with each grunting thrust, hitting her clit and making her moan. She wasn’t squeezing him, or hurting him, or popping him. And apparently, he fantasised about having a dick ten centimetres longer.

“Oh…oh Ryan, you’re awake!” Melody’s panting reached his ears. “Do you like what you see?”

With growing horror, he tried to pinch himself, but his arms were still tied up. This was horribly real, yet again. He didn’t even get the mercy of a few minutes of amnesia before the horror of reality set in. His testicles were gone, forever, dissolved into an agonising mush. And now, some other man was fucking her? This was some guy he would’ve felt sorry for, maybe even made fun of, just a day ago for being only half a man. Now, Ryan had never been more jealous of anyone in his life. He closed his eyes and started to cry.

“Keep them open, Ryan. Now! I want you to see what you’re missing. I know you never got a chance to try it, but at least you’re getting to see Malcolm enjoy my pussy up close. I’m serious, open your eyes or I’ll snip your dick off too.”

Reluctantly, Ryan pried his eyes back open.

“Isn’t it hot? I took Malcolm’s first nut, a year ago, but he’s still got the other. And he’s definitely still functional. Just let us finish up here and we’ll take you to the hospital when we’re done.”

Ryan’s cock was somehow, pointlessly erect through the whole cruel monologue.

They fucked for hours. He tried to focus on the searing pain in his ballsack to hopefully try to make his brain short-circuit into unconsciousness again. When that didn’t work, he tried his best not to think about it, and try to avoid the searing pain and what he knew would be lifelong changes as a result.

He even tried to cum. His cock stayed hard the whole time, and he could bob it up and down just a bit, just barely enough to make contact with his own waistline. His cockhead was so, so sensitive, and he could almost get over the edge, but even after hours of that gentle, barely felt touch, he couldn’t manage to spurt. He sobbed as Malcolm let out a roar and squirted into the beautiful pussy above yet again.

---

Melody

Melody smiled at the hospital receptionist. “Hi, I’m here to see my son?”

“Of course, ma’am. What’s his name?”

“Ryan!”

“Um, and his last name, please?”

Melody frowned. “Please, miss. I just want to see my son. He had a really bad injury, he’s really traumatized, and he needs his mother.”

“Ok, I understand, I just need his —”

Melody pinched herself beneath the desk, forcing tears out. “I…I don’t have time to do paperwork, or answer all these questions!”

“Right, I understand, but just to find him —”

“He lost his balls, do you understand?!” She sobbed at the woman. “He’s nutless, and he’ll never have sex, and I’ll never have grandchildren. Do you get it? Can you just let me comfort my fucking son?!”

“Ok! Ok.” The nurse swallowed hard. “Yeah, I…we know him, of course. He’s the first double orchiectomy we’ve had in decades. He was very memorable. You know, we don’t exactly cut off a lot of balls around here. Do you know what happened?”

“Hm?” Melody hadn’t prepared for such an absurd question. Even small hospitals where she lived tended to process five to ten castrations a day, she happened to know.

“Oh. Um, he…tripped. He fell really hard. Please, just let me see him.”

“Um, just down the hall, to the left.”

“Thank you!” Melody hurried to see her ‘son’.

---

Ryan

Ryan lay back miserably in his hospital bed, his legs still suspended in the stirrups. His empty scrotum and limp dick hung loosely below his hospital gown. He was just going through the short list of people he needed to inform about his newly found sterility. His step-mother and his family doctor were just about the only people who’d really care, and he was just contemplating the dreadful act of explaining this to either of them when Melody opened the door. His eyes went wide.

“I told them not to let you in…”

“Mom’s always got her ways.”

“You’re not my mum.”

“Well, they didn’t know that.” She looked underneath his gown, down between his legs and grinned.

“Wow. They took it all out, didn’t they? I bet that feels familiar. The surgeon was a woman, I think? Feels familiar being back in a hospital, getting your bits snipped away?”

“What do you want? What more can you possibly take from me?”

She shrugged. “Nothing, really. I mean, I could actually snip your dick off, but honestly that’s never really been my thing, you know?”

“I’m so glad to hear it,” he said acidly.

“I actually wanted to offer you something.”

“No.”

“Aw.” She furrowed her brow. “You didn’t even let me explain!”

“There’s nothing you possibly have that I could want. Just leave me alone, please.”

“Oh honey, I think we both know there’s one thing you still want.” She walked up to him, her pussy directly at face height, and lifted her skirt up. Once again, she was pantiless.

Somehow, against all logic, his cock sprang to life. He gasped in pain as it pulled on the stitches in his scrotum. The doctors had warned him about this; he’d still have some remnants of his libido swishing around inside of him, but once the last of his hormones wore off, he’d be limp forever.

“See? You’re still twitching for me. Wow, you’re really hard!”

“You didn’t even let me cum one last time.” She shrugged.

“I told you, that was up to you. I’m sorry it didn’t work out, but it’s not all bad.”

“Not all bad,” he repeated softly. “You fucking popped my balls.”

“You got to taste my pussy, at least. That was nice, wasn’t it?”

“Thanks. How selfless of you.”

“I know. And you were so good at it, Ryan! For your first time ever, you were honestly really impressive.”

“Well, that’s useless now, isn’t it? No point learning to eat pussy if I’m never going to have a girlfriend.”

“That’s not true. I mean, you’re definitely not going to get a girlfriend, but your pussy eating can still be useful.”

She frowned. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I’d really like it if you came back to the States with me.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?!”

“Well, to be my eunuch slave, of course.” She said it like it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. Ryan gaped at her, but irrationally, something inside him stirred to life.

“I mean, really, Ryan. What do you have left here? Do you have a really important job you need to go back to? A family to take care of? A girl you’ve got a crush on?” He had several of the last, but he knew she included it just to drive home how pointless a crush was for him now. But the rest…His dead end office job wouldn’t miss him. His family lived hours away and they’d never been close.

She was right. He didn’t have much reason to stay, and this was the closest to a life partner he’d ever got. The closest to any woman he’d ever got, really. And she really couldn’t take anything more from him, at this point.

What was he thinking?! He tried to shake himself out of her spell.

“No. Fuck no. It’s another trick. It’s another…you’re going to…”

“What, Ryan? What ‘trick’ can I play on you now? You lost your most vulnerable bits — you’re safe from any real torture.”

She stared at his quivering dick, and bit her lip. “And you know…it is possible for eunuchs to have sex.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not getting pegged, and the doctor said —”

“Oh, fuck the doctor. They don’t know anything about castration around here. I can tell you, from personal experience, some eunuchs can still manage an erection. It’s really rare; I’ve only seen three guys do it after losing their nuts, so that’s about a one in one hundred chance. But…your little guy seems especially active. You might be one of the lucky ones.”

“And I promise you this: If you ever manage to get hard after you’re healed up, I’ll actually let you fuck me.” She leaned over him and stroked his hair. “Of course, Malcolm would still be my main toy, but your tongue is truly something magical. I’ve never had a boy eat me so eagerly, even while I was hurting him. I’d be happy to let you see what real sex would’ve been like, some day, in exchange for your service. Assuming you’re capable, of course. I’m sure it won’t feel as good as it would’ve when you still had all your bits intact, but that’s better than nothing, right?”

“You’re…you’re lying.”

“No, Ryan, I promise. And even if we never have real sex, you will get to eat my pussy as much as you’ll ever want. You’ll never have to be alone or fuck your fist again. I’ve got a spare room; I can take care of you.”

Every reasonable line of thought led him to reject her. He almost certainly wasn’t going to be able to get an erection. If, somehow, what she was saying was true, and he was part of that lucky one percent, she wouldn’t let him fuck her.

But through that, there was still a sliver of a chance of hope. He turned to her, her darkly furred pussy lining up perfectly with his line of sight. Just beneath her hair, he could make out that cleft that had suffocated him twice before castrating him. Even now, it was the only thing he could think about.

“Ok.”

She smiled victoriously down at him, then slid her hand beneath his gown and gently stroked his dick. When he was quivering on the edge yet again, her hand moved lower, and he winced in pain when she made contact with his stitches. She was much gentler with his ballsack now that she’d emptied it, and his anaesthesia still kept most of the pain at bay, but he was still deeply uncomfortable with being touched there. He hadn’t even been able to bring himself to feel up his own empty ballsack yet. But he did his best to stay quiet as she rolled the flap of skin that had been his manhood around in her hands.

“Good boy.” With two gentle pats of his groin, she left the room, leaving the door wide open behind her.