I’m not sure what happened but she became cold and distant in the bedroom. The rest of the day she was the same woman I loved so I just got over the bedroom issue. However, still being a young and horny man, I decided to find ways of pleasuring myself. It started out with just jacking off but I soon started experimenting. I started playing with nipple clips and eventually got a cock ring. Masturbation was becoming quite enjoyable. I’d make a little routine of it. I’d usually get home about an hour before my wife and slowly put on my cock ring and nipple clips then start stroking my 8 inch cock. Whenever I got close to cumming, I’d stop stroking and twist on the clips until I shot my load. That is until the day I was on the internet and learned about banding. Guys would place a band around there balls. The purpose of the band was to castrate animals but it was also sexually stimulating as a fantasy prop. That seemed like a great way to expand my limits. The next day I went to the farm vet office and bought an elastrator and some little green bands. I couldn’t wait to get home and try it out. It was a little strange the first time. I think it took longer to force my big nuts through the band than it did to jerk off and cum. Of course it didn’t take long to cum that first time anyway since it was so exciting. I immediately feel in love with banding. Now every time I would beat off, I first banded my balls. The orgasm was always so intense.

I had been banding myself for about 3 weeks and loving it. Then one day, my wife came home early. I never heard her pull up. Luckily I did hear her in the hallway outside the bedroom. I immediately panicked. I couldn’t let her find out what kind of perverted things I did in our bed when she was away. I quickly snatched my pants and barely got them zipped up before she walked in the door. She had no idea what I was doing. Little did she know I was standing there with a castration band around my balls. It was a strange turn on for me. That’s when she pulled a shirt out of the closet and threw it at me. “Put this on” she said, “we’re going to my brothers house. Joel is expecting us”. I complied and added, “sure, let me use the bathroom first”. I needed a little privacy to go remove my band. She gave me an impatient and rather dirty look. “just hold it” she snapped. I started to protest but knew it was pointless. Instead I started calculating how long it had been since I banded myself and how long I had left. The clock was ticking and strangely enough, my dick started getting hard. It had only been on 15 minutes. Alright then, I could wait a little while. I decided I’d just grab the little scissors I used to cut the band and take care of it later. That’s when she grabbed me by the wrist and started tugging. “lets go” she said “we don’t have all night”.

For someone in such a hurry, she sure took her time getting out to the car. However, every time I ventured back toward the bedroom to retrieve the scissors, she would stop me. Eventually we were in the car. Oh how I wished I had driven. She chose the worst route to take to Joels house. Traffic was backed up a mile and barely moving. Worse yet, my balls had been banded for over a half an hour. I started to imagine myself unintentionally castrating myself. My dick hardened. I reminded Kate that I needed to stop and use the restroom. She of course argued that there was no way she was going to get off the road and fight to get back on. That’s when she called my bluff. “Here” she said, “if you have to go, piss in this”. She handed me a large empty sports drink bottle. I didn’t really have to go and a bottle certainly wouldn’t provide me the privacy to remove my band. “Alright then, I’ll just hold it until we get to Joels house” I told her.

The trip was not what I wanted. We stopped to put gas in the car, then stopped at the grocery store to pick up a desert for Joel, and stopped again because she thought the tires were making a strange sound. We did finally make it to Joels house. I was beginning to panic. The band had been on my balls for slightly over an hour now. My balls were numbing. I could only imagine them slowly dying from lack of blood. I had to break free of Kate and get to Joels bathroom to somehow remove the band that was slowly castrating me. That was not to be. Joel met me at the door. “Come on Mikey” he said, “lets run down to the store and get some more beer”. “I’m driving and I insist” he added. Oh god NO! What about my balls? He guided me to his truck. First he slowly took his time sorting through CD’s to find just the right one to play. Then he sat there as he called Kate on his cell phone to ask what she’d like to drink. Sweat began to drip off my forehead as I just sat there thinking about that band and how everyone has been so inconsiderate. Strangely enough, my dick was getting hard again as I envisioned the worst.

Instead of turning right out of his driveway toward the convenience store, Joel turned left. “Where are you going” I inquired. “I wanted to show you the new house I’m looking at and then swing by the office and make sure everyone’s car is still there. When I’m not around, people like to sneak out early” he replied. That’s going to take at least 30 minutes I determined. “I don’t know, we should just get the beer and get back before Kate gets bored” I explained. “nonsense” he said “she’ll make herself at home and be just fine. Don’t argue, just enjoy the ride.” Enjoy the ride? How could I do that knowing I was destroying my own nuts. Oh why did I ever put that band on in the first place. My mind was reeling as I contemplated how I got myself into this situation. How could I get out of it? The more I thought about it, the harder my dick became.

Somehow, the quick beer run trip ended up taking over an hour. I just knew time had run out. I could think of nothing else other then that castration band doing its job. Of how effective it was for completely killing off balls within 2 hours. How I unintentionally was castrating myself and how I might suddenly become ball-less. The thoughts were obsessing me as we pulled into Joel driveway. That’s when I experience the most sudden and unintentional orgasm of my life. My dick just suddenly started spewing as if my balls were making one final attempt to save themselves. I bowed my head, realizing it was over. I was past the point of no return. I had killed my balls. How would I explain this to Kate? Joel turned off the truck engine.

Kate came out and met us at the truck. “how’d it go Joel?” she asked. “I think it went well” he replied. “Are you sure?” she pressed on. “I’m sure” he returned, “it’s been over 2 hours and look at his crotch, he shot is last load of seed”. What? Were they just talking about me? That’s when Kate turned to me and said “Sorry Mickey, the damage is done. You’re balls are dead. Just leave that band on for now. Trust me, things are going to get better now that you’ll be ball-less”. I didn’t know what to say or do. They knew- this whole thing was a set-up. Well, I left the band on and we never discussed it the rest of the evening. We had dinner, drank some beer, and watched a little TV. I had castrated myself and both Kate and Joel knew about it. I guess Kate might be right, things were to get better. After all, how could anything get worse than loosing my balls?