The Castration Ceremony

For Cindy

Slave David had fallen under the spell of Mistress Cindy years ago. She was a beautiful and commanding dominatrix. He originally only served her occasionally, at times of his own choosing. She was extremely adept at the mixture of pleasure and pain, at intensifying both until they seemed to merge into one incredible feeling. Her sexual attraction and expert command of his fetishes served to bind him to her. It may have not been in David’s mind to begin with, but it certainly was in her’s that one day she would have him all to herself, forever. The first step was to move from his requests for a session to her requests that he appear before her for one. Then, just as she had planned, he wanted more. He was not satisfied with the occasional visit, he could not stop thinking of her. They began to see each other outside of strict session play, but even when there was no play there was always a sexual energy present and always with her in control.

Eventually he was allowed to move in with her and perform all manner of services for her, both domestic and sexual, and to experience both incredible sex as well as incredible denial and pain at her torments. After two years of living together and his progressive enslavement, Cindy felt she had the “hook set”.

She began to mention the idea of castration, just as a general concept. She would talk about what a beautiful sacrifice it was, and how a man could show no greater love or devotion to his woman than to make her this ultimate gift of control over him. David was extremely uncomfortable with this sort of talk, but said little, hoping it would pass. But it didn’t. Eventually she asked if he cared for her enough to make such an offering? It was presented as just a hypothetical, but David knew deep down where this would end up. He begged her with real tears not to ask this of him. “It was just a question,” she said in a dismissive tone, “I guess I have my answer.” David hated to see her angry or hurt, but this was too much. And yet he knew that this was the natural end point of the road he had started long ago with her. After several days of coolness toward him, David could stand it no longer.

“Mistress Cindy,” he said as he now addressed her at all times, “I would love to be able to make such a sacrifice for you. My heart tells me that I care that much.”

“But,” she interrupted gently before he could continue, “you are afraid, and you are unsure about actually going through with such an act?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered with relief.

“That’s fine, honey. I just wanted to know how much you feel for me,” she said all smiles and loving sweetness. Then she reached over and fondled his large balls. “I would never take these from you without your consent.”

David thought that was the end of it, but of course, it wasn’t. Cindy continued to talk about castration almost every week. During his cock and ball torments she would do things like encircle his sack with her fingers and remark that this is exactly where she would want them cut. If his balls hurt especially bad from a pounding she had given them, she would remind him that such pain is never experienced by a eunuch slave. She downloaded countless stories of castration erotica from the Internet which she shared with David at every opportunity. Soon David was not allowed to come at all, except to the theme of castration play. Cindy was reeling in her big fish.

When he let himself think about it David was aware that he was being manipulated down the path to emasculation. He knew that dissolving their relationship was the only way to get off the path, and he knew that he was powerless to do that. What he could not know was that Cindy had planned and hoped for this almost from the beginning of their relationship. Just as she had expected, one day David announced to her that he wished to become her eunuch slave. But Cindy was too clever to jump to accepting his offer. Instead she asked him if he was sure, and despite his protests that he was, she decided that they should both do a little research before he made a decision.

While they researched and discussed the medical aspects of the procedure and who could be enlisted to help them perform it, Cindy redoubled her castration play while giving David some of the best sex he had ever had. She also began to talk almost nonstop about the love, devotion, etc. of the act. Soon Cindy came across the Castration Ritual that she would use. She shared it with David, let him study it until it was familiar material to him. Then after all of this groundwork had been laid she asked if he was ready, in the language of the ritual, to make his Initial Decision. He could not have said “no” at this point if it had occurred to him.

Cindy had recruited several friends to assist with David’s Preparation Period, the seven days between his Initial Decision and the actual ritual. It was amazing how excited the women got at the idea of witnessing a castration, and even more at the thought of having sex with the man in the week just before she would see him lose his manhood. As a result, Cindy had assembled some women for the ritual who were stunning in their beauty, even in comparison to Cindy herself. Women David would never have had a chance with, but for this ritual. And the best part was Cindy didn’t have to be jealous at all. The women weren’t attracted to her David, they were attracted to the idea of being with a man who was going to lose his balls. And once he lost them, Cindy would never have to worry about him straying.

The night of the ritual arrived and after the preliminary ceremonies it was time for the most serious cock and ball torture David had ever known.

Mistress Cindy had decided to let her mistresses/witnesses conduct the first torments. These very women, who just the week before, had lavished all of their sexual favors on David were now going to brutalize his testicles, without limit.

The mistresses unhooked, and let fall to the floor, the single piece hooded robes they had been wearing, revealing that they were all nude under the robes. David could tell that they were excited because he could smell their scent.

Vicki, an beautiful blonde with full sensual lips brought out two electrical wires with sharp alligator clips on the ends. “I’ve always want to see how this would work,” she said excitedly. She clipped the wires to the top of each side of his ball sack. She began to turn some knobs on a small box she held in her hand and immediately a thousand needles seemed to stick his balls all at once. Then a tingling moved up his cock in waves and made it erect. Vicki giggled with delight.

“Look out Viagra! This is much faster!” she exclaimed. A couple of the other mistresses played with the now erect cock getting slight electrical shocks in their hands. Which both startled and amazed them.

“I wonder what this setting does?” Vicki said, almost to herself. As she changed the setting on the box it immediately felt like someone had kicked David in the balls, and he said so as his erection deflated almost immediately.

“Oh, but Vicki,” Mona said a little disappointed, “this isn’t as much fun. I mean we don’t get to really DO anything but twiddle the knobs on that stupid box.” The fiery red head pouted. “Now THIS,” she said triumphantly holding up a cluster of acupuncture needles, “is a real hands on sort of torment.”

All the ladies squealed with delight like school girls. Mona jumped on the table and assumed the 69 position so that David could service her pussy, while she handed needles to each of her cohorts. David’s tongue dove into the warm moist folds of her sex, while she and the others jabbed the needles into the lip of his cock, and through the sack of his balls. David’s oral service was interrupted periodically with muffled screams as each new needle found its home in his tender flesh.

Vicki, still entranced by the thought of electricity coursing through David’s cock and balls produced the Violet Wand. “Watch this!” she exclaimed, as a blue spark danced between the needles. David thrashed around a bit as the electricity was efficiently delivered to the insides of his organs.

Mona shouted as his thrashing caused her a little discomfort, but then in a voice soft as silk over a knife blade she said, “If you bite my clit, I’m gonna cut the head of your dick off. Got it?” David nodded quickly and made new resolve to endure. Mona let him service her just enough to restore his erection then dismounted.

All the ladies thought that pushing the needles in further would be fun, so they each forced the needles in until they emerged on the other side of his ball sack and lip of his cock. David was trying hard not to scream, and Raven, the dark Hispanic mistress noticed this. “Oh don’t fight it, honey,” she said, her voice full of concern. “We want to hear you scream and cry out, it excites us.” And to drive home her point she fingered herself with one hand while pushing a needle all the way through his sensitive cock head. David obliged with a whine and an actual tear. “That’s the way, dear,” she said and wiped the tear from his cheek and mixed it with her own juices.

Mona was flushed with sexual fever. “Let’s push one all the way through the actual balls,” she said breathlessly. They all looked to Mistress Cindy, who merely nodded that this would be OK. Through a little jockeying for position it turned out that Vicki and Mona each had a ball and a needle. Mona pushed her’s through and lifted it up to show her handy work to the others. But Vicki was having a little trouble. “It’s got a tough covering,” she said a little frustrated, struggling to push her needle in, while David cried out.

“You’ve got to put a little muscle to it, girl,” Mona said encouragingly.

Suddenly the needle broke through and pinned the ball to the table, like a butterfly in a collection. “I did it!” Vicki exclaimed, and was cheered by the others. They all took turns using the Violet Wand on the needles. With the needles now very deeply embedded in his sex flesh, the pain was enormous. David was sure that the actual castration couldn’t hurt any worse than this.

Boring with the needles and electric play they removed them all. That’s when Darlene, the slim brunette, smiled at him, while she slapped a wide leather paddle against her palm.

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt much,” she said with a little giggle. Then she brought the paddle down with a furious stroke against his balls. The surprise as well as the pain caused David to cry out. He would have doubled up into a ball if he hadn’t been secured to the table.

“See?” Darlene said, “didn’t hurt me a bit.” The other mistresses laughed at her joke and they all joined in, each taking a turn slapping at the balls with straps or paddles. Mistress Cindy decided that it was time for her to join in the fun. She suggested that he be removed from the table so he could be secured upright for the next round of torments. For this next exercise the needles were removed.

With his legs spread widely and his arms secured over his head, David was now ready to be their punching bag, or more precisely, his ball bag was now ready to be used as a punching bag. Mistress Cindy took the first kick. The ball of her foot connected nicely with his balls and smashed them up against his pubic bone. David convulsed, he would have thrown up if he had anything in his stomach.

Next Vicki tried a kick, but her aim was off and all that happened was that his balls swung violently. “You might try it this way,” Raven said bringing her knee up between his legs, solidly connecting with all his equipment. Raven laughed at the violent contortions to his face and body. “I just love the feel of male meat pressed against my knee,” she said.

After all of the mistresses had a chance to try their kicks, and knees Mistress Cindy decided to use her fist to pummel the dangling balls. Like a fighter in training she warmed up with a few punches from the left before delivering a hard jab with her right. David could only make grunting noises now, and his swollen balls were trying their best to feebly and futilely find refuge inside his body.

“No, no,” said Darlene genuine disappointment in her voice. “These have just got to hang down, or it will spoil all the fun.” She kneeled in front of the sagging figure and encircling his sack at the top pulled down violently stretching the balls back to their full length. David’s head shot back and his contorted face let out a yelp. Turning to the others, Darlene remarked “They make the most unusual sounds and faces, don’t they?” Everyone agreed. “You know,” she said, almost to herself, “they can be removed this way too, but the patient rarely survives.” This was especially chilling to David, since Darlene was also serving as his Castratrix. “But don’t worry,” she said reassuringly, “I know Cindy has other plans for you.”

Each of the mistresses took turns pulling and twisting his balls, seeing who could make him scream the loudest and make the most unusual faces. Raven won the contest by isolating a ball between her thumb and forefinger and squeezing it until it almost burst.

“How is it that they haven’t burst, or whatever they will do?” asked Mona, busily fingering herself in a frenzy.

“Oh, they can flatten out quite a bit before that happens,” Darlene offered illustrating for the others by flattening the other nut between her fingers to David’s hoarse cries.

This lead immediately into an anatomy lesson by Darlene. She had each of the ladies feel the shape of the nuts and the cords that attached them, for the time being, to his body. Vicki used her fingers to pinch the cord connecting his left testicle to his body, as if she wanted to crush the cord right then. “It’s hard to believe,” she remarked wistfully, “that just 24 hours ago I was letting these pump their juice into me.” “Yes,” answered Cindy, “and?” Vicki dropped the cord to play with herself, “ and soon there will be no more juice at all from them, EVER!”

This thought gave David a rest while all the women brought themselves closer to orgasm. Panting huskily, Mona said, “It’s like losing your virginity in reverse. The LAST sexual experience as a man.” With that she came, as did Cindy and Vicki. Thank goodness women are multi orgasmic, or they would have missed the big cum they were looking forward to.

David was taken down and resecured to the table. His battered balls were once again attempting to pull up inside for safety. But this time, gentle hands massaged the eggs down to the bottom of their sack and stroked his penis. Cindy took the now limp cock in her mouth and sucked him to a hard on that was amazing considering all he had been put through. Starting with Cindy, each mounted the table and let him provide them enough oral service to get them all close to cumming, while the others gently stroked and sucked his cock, a delicately felt the balls that would soon be removed. They all smiled big smiles, their faces flushed with excitement as the moment that had waited for approached.

“Now you be sure to use your count down,” Cindy reminded him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped.

The stimulation continued, and Cindy picked up a heavy wooden paddle, about a half inch thick but only a few inches wide. She encircled his sack next to the penis and made the balls bulge out in the palm of her hand. David hardly noticed as he closed his eyes in intense concentration. Darlene picked up her scapel and a thick mass of cotton soaked in antiseptic. Because her hands were busy Cindy motioned to Mona to keep up the stroking.

“Oh, oh, oh God,” David gasped, then “Three, two, one.” On one he howled. It was a howl unlike any they had heard before, Mona’s hand came off the top of his cock, at the same moment that Cindy brought the heavy wooden paddle down on his balls with full force and a huge stream of cum spurted all the way to his chest, leaving a long rope of white from the tip of his dick to his left nipple. David’s howl descended to groans. While his cock was still spasming and dribbling more cum, Darlene swabbed his sack and cut into his sack right at the base of penis.

At the cut David let out a scream unlike any he had made in his torment. Darlene worked quickly removing the scrotal sack and tying off the vessels and cords. Cindy reached over with the surgical scissors to make the cut. She looked into David’s face, she had wanted some sort of special eye contact now, but David was screaming so much and thrashing his head from side to side he could not focus. She made the cut and Darlene worked quickly to remove the balls and begin the suturing up process. David stopped screaming only because his voice was so raw that little sound came out, though his breathing was still ragged. For a few moments the ladies were treated to the most absurd sight they had ever seen. A rock hard cock still dribbling sperm on his belly above a bloody hole where his balls had once been. The women all sighed in orgasm, including Darlene who didn’t even need to touch herself to get off.

Darlene worked quickly to sew up the wound. And then injected a local anesthetic as well as a shot of morphine. David’s breathing returned to normal, and he and Cindy exchanged the look she wanted. All love and devotion. “It’s all over now, dear,” she said reassuringly. “At last you are completely mine.”

Exhibiting a curiosity they never had about high school biology they all examined the severed balls and sack, and marveled at the stitches in his groin. A small hot plate was produced and Cindy dropped the balls into a small frying pan that had some melted butter in it. She quickly sauteed the male fruit. Then speared one and popped it into her mouth.

“What’s it like?” Mona asked, the others all echoing her query.

“It has a tough covering, but inside it is all soft and stringy, with the consistency of escargot, but slightly salty,” she answered making exaggerated tasting motions like a fine chef sampling a delicacy.

“Oh I wish I could taste,” Vicki said.

“You’ll have to get your own, dear,” Cindy answered. This was her moment and she wasn’t about to share.