He is approached by an attractive brunette in her mid-30s wearing a dark, conservative business skirt-suit. She introduces herself and tells him she's a journalist. She asks him if he would like to help her with some research for an article she's working on. He asks her what it's about. She smiles warmly and says the article is all about the various different ways young men do 'it', and she holds her right hand up and makes the unmistakable jerk-off gesture.

He blushes and stammers, "But I..."

"You do do it, don't you?" she asks. "Don't be embarrassed. All men do."

He blushes, looks down and gulps, "Uh huh, I, I guess so."

"I thought so," she says with a sly smile. "What I want you to do is to come with me to my apartment. You'll take off your clothes, sit down and do it while I watch."

"But, would I, would I have to...," he stammers some more.

"Have an orgasm and ejaculate?" she guesses. He awkwardly nods his assent. "Of course, that's the most important part. And," she smiles devilishly, "the most fun. Don't you agree?" He nods again and looks away, too shy to look her in the eye. She leans forward and says, confidingly, "To tell you the truth, I just love to watch a young man shoot his load." He gasps, trembles and looks up, startled by her crudity and familiarity. And then, even more quietly, she adds, "And I know I'm going to just love watching you squirt. I bet you've got a nice big load saved up." She reaches forward and gives a quick squeeze to the hard lump that's grown in his crotch. He sighs and trembles at her sweet, tender touch on his most sensitive parts and he pushes his crotch towards her, hoping to prolong the delicious contact. "My car's over here," she says, and turns away. He follows as if in a trance.

At her apartment he notices a copy of the same issue of the campus newspaper. He notices she's drawn a happy face next to the photo of the slack sac. She notices where he's looking and says, "What a shame about those poor boys, losing their manhood. Who would do such a thing?" she asks, somewhat airily. The boy just gulps and blushes. Her casual reference to the subject turns him on: his balls tingle and his cock starts to surge. She tells him to get undressed.

"Still," she says, appraising him coolly as he takes off his pants, "I bet it's not that bad. I bet they even enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it!?" he exclaims, "but how...?"

"Sure," she purrs, "I think it's very possible. I bet it was something they always secretly wanted, something very sweet and special. I bet they thanked her afterwards."

"Her?" he asks, with a quizzical sidelong look.

He finishes taking off his underpants and stands up, naked from the waist down. His cock's already hard and throbbing. He looks at her, goggle-eyed in disbelief at the things she's saying. She pointedly looks at his stiff cock and says with a sly smirk, "Looks like you're pretty interested. Have you ever thought about it?" she asks. "About wanting to be castrated?"

He stands mute, groping for words.

Changing the subject, she compliments him on his cleanly shaved genitals. She says she loves how it makes him seem young, innocent and vulnerable. "Your boyish hairlessness makes your hard red cock look all the more lurid and obscene."

She walks over to him, casually grasps him by his erection and leads him over to a special chair with a short seat and two adjustable extensions on the side to put his legs up on. Gently stroking his cock up and down she says, "I want you to do it here," and nods at the chair.

He hesitates and she smiles, looking at him boldly, and asks, "What's the matter, you're not worried I'm going to try and do something to you, are you?" He lowers his eyes, gulps and shakes his head.

She releases his cock and then, as he gets into the chair he says quietly, almost under his breath, "You do seem to know an awful lot about those other boys."

Ignoring him, she continues, jokingly, "And even if I did, who could blame me, you've got such a nice pair." Smiling in his face, she bends over and reaches between his legs and gives his tight sac a soft, lingering caress. "Ummmm," she purrs, "very nice. Nice and full, round and roly-poly." He blushes and pushes his genitals towards her, automatically hoping for more of her sweet touch. He feels his whole awareness begin to descend into his bursting cock and tight, aching sac.

To his disappointment she stops touching him and goes to get another chair which she pulls right up close between his legs. As she sits down he looks at her, inquiringly, surprised that she is going to be watching while sitting so close by. She just smiles and instructs him to get down to business and start doing it.

He does as he's told and she leans forward, watching closely. Her eyes glitter and shine. "That looks like it feels so good. Does it? You look like you've done this before. Do you play with yourself a lot?" she asks, mischievously.

Beginning to descend into intense, bestial sexual abandonment, he blushes and whines, "Yes, yes I, I do, I do, I like to do it, I, I like to play with myself, I can't help it, it feels so good!" She laughs merrily at his confusion and embarrassment.

“So, tell me,” she asks, returning to her previous question, "have you ever thought about it, about wanting to surrender your manhood? To a woman?" He starts to stutter a reply but she interrupts him, "Don't be embarrassed, many men do, it's OK."

"Yes, yes, I, I..." he stammers, "I have thought about it."

"Do you fantasize about it? Is it a turn-on?" she asks. She watches him stroking himself more intensely, a drop of precum forming at the tip.

"Oh, yes, yes," he gasps, "oh yes, I like to fantasize about it, to think about what it would be like to totally surrender my manhood... to surrender it to a, a, a mean, wicked woman." He's hunched forward, his jaw slack, his eyes glazed, his hand pumping steadily.

"You're a very naughty, dirty boy, you know," she says, her voice becoming husky, her face flushed with excitement, "to fantasize about a woman taking your manhood. I wonder if that's what those other boys said before that woman took theirs."

"Oh, oh, oh, yes," he gasps, "those other boys lost, they lost their manhood. Do you really think it was a woman?"

"Oh yes," she says in a husky purr, "I'm positive. Some women love to, you know, to reach right up in-between a boy's legs, tenderly open that tight, aching spot and delicately, sweetly, lovingly pluck it."

"Oh, oh, how, how do you know so much about it?" he asks. She just smiles. He continues, "I think those women are very wicked and mean. Do you, do you know any women like that?"

"Yes," she says in a low, husky whisper, "As a matter of fact I know quite a few. Would you like to meet one?"

"Yes! I mean no! No, I'd be too afraid to," he gasps.

"Don't be afraid, they're like me, they're very nice. When you meet one you should just relax and open yourself to her totally, like you are now. Just trust her and let her do what she wants. When you do, it'll be very, very nice, I promise. Just like those other boys."

"Oh, oh, are you, are you one of, one of those wicked women? Are, are you going to, going to do something to me?" he cries with a mixture of hope and anguish.

"Don't be silly, it's alright. Relax. I only want you to enjoy a very sweet and special experience. It'll be alright, I promise," she cooed, soothingly. "Those other boys were very worried too, but she knew how to make them relax." Then, with a low chuckle she added, "Those poor boys. Their little empty bags looked so sad afterwards."

"Oh, oh, those other boys," he gasps, "oh, oh, did they, did they enjoy it?"

"Would you like to find out for yourself? Aren't you just dying to know how it feels? Would you like to meet the woman who did it?" she asks, huskily. "I can easily arrange it. I know she'd love to meet you."

"Yes, I'd like, I'd like to meet her, but I'm afraid. If I met her she'd, she'd take my manhood!"

"Of course she would. Especially after she saw what a nice pair you have, the temptation would be irresistible. But don't worry, it's not that bad. Just relax. I'll take care of everything. It's very nice. You'll really like it," she says, soothingly.

He becomes tremendously inflamed and moans, "Oh, god! Oh, oh! Yes!" he cries, "I want her to do it! I want her to take my manhood!"

As he feels his ejaculation beginning he gets a sinking feeling when he realizes how embarrassing it will be to perform his most private sexual function with a fully-clothed woman watching. "Oh, oh, oh, I can't help it, you make me do it," he whines. As he tenses and spreads his legs wider, getting ready to shoot, he sees her pull out a pair of surgical scissors. He realizes something overwhelming and inevitable is about to happen, something he's always secretly dreaded and also, even more secretly, wanted. "Oooooh noooooo," he whines in total, hopeless despair, "oooooh noooooo."

She smiles devilishly up at him and says, "Time for a little snip 'n' snitch."

He shoots his first spurt and she deftly snips into his sac. Totally giving in to it, he thrusts out his hips, pushing his scrotum towards her saying, "Oh yes, oh god, yes, please, please do it, take my manhood, oh, oh, please castrate me!" He keeps stroking and squirting as he watches her working between his legs. In a few moments she finishes up and says, quietly, almost to herself, "I think I'll just take these." And then more loudly, with a low chuckle,"My, my, my, what a shameless little castration slut you turned out to be."

He has finished shooting his load and has fallen back in the chair, lost in a groggy daze, totally spent. When he hears what she said he snaps out of it and cries, "Don't! How can you say that!? After what you just did! You, you took my manhood!"

"Yes, it was for your own good, and you loved it," she blithely responds. Then, with a snicker, "And your family jewels will make an excellent addition to my collection."

"You tricked me," he whines. "You planned it all along. I trusted you."

She opens a drawer and takes out some bandages and a surgical sewing kit. She begins sewing him up.

"I prefer to think of it as providing guidance," she says with a slightly offended sniff. "I merely helped you realize a special, secret dream. And believe me, it doesn't take much. You dirty little boys are all alike. All you need is a little guidance and encouragement and before you know it you're spreading your legs, offering your sac, begging and squirming for me to start snipping."

He blushes furiously as he recalls how he acted.

She starts bandaging him up. "Now thank me," she says bossily.

"Th... thank you," he says, blushing and looking down at the floor.

"For what?" she demands.

"For... for... doing it," he says quietly.

"Doing what?" she says, impatiently.

"For taking my manhood!" He blurts out with an anguished yelp and then goes limp, slouching forward, his head hanging down in total resignation and defeat, staring sightlessly.

Standing over him, looking down, she says, "That's right, I took your manhood, as I've done for so many. I love giving you boys what you most secretly want and need."

After a few minutes she tells him he's had time to recover and tells him to get dressed.

As she leads him to the door he looks down again at the campus newspaper and the lurid photo. She notices his glance and says, "Maybe they'll put your little empty bag on the front page tomorrow." She laughs as he silently shuffles out the door and down the hall.

Two weeks later, while walking to class, the boy passes the woman standing on the street. She's talking to another college boy waiting at a bus stop. He sees her raise her hand and make the jerk-off gesture. Hot tears of shame and regret began to well in his eyes and he feels a sharp pang of jealousy as he watches the woman lead the other boy to her car. He also feels a twinge of pain between his legs.