“It makes perfect sense to me,” I explained last night on the phone. “ You take everything that you offered off the table – everything that made it tolerable at worst and awesome at best to hang out with you – and you expect everything to be the same? You expected me to continue to hang out with you the same way, alone with me in my room, watching movies, playing games and the only difference being that we aren’t supposed to get close and you leave at 4am instead of sleep with me? What about when you do eventually find another boyfriend? Hey, see ya, can’t do this anymore? I’d rather it just be that way now.”

She had sobbed a long time, and made little argument. It made some sense; it just sucked for both of us. “Two years,” she shouted repeatedly, “two years I spent with you and you never committed!”

Ultimately I did love her to an extent, and while I never officially committed, I never planned on looking for anyone else while I was in the last year of college. I was marginally happy how things went. I had always told her that I didn’t want a relationship where I was obligated to hang out with her – that I wanted to do so out of my own volition. I also brought up that after the year was done I would leave to go back to my home state, and she didn’t want to leave.

The true reason, however, was because I was ashamed of her. She was obese, probably 70 to 100 lbs overweight, and much larger of a person overall than I was because of it. I had almost no attraction to her, because of this as well as her skin and other maladies that come with being so heavy. Every night I saw her I drank excessively, and was then able to justify sleeping with her.

She had also never been very active in bed, nor flexible enough to do anything interesting. In the end I had to whip out some of my most private fetishes in order to get off. One that I was particularly fond of was Ballbusting. Every morning after, she would reach down between my legs and grasp my balls in a tight squeeze.. It was really sad that the sex and the Ballbusting would leave my life now.

We had finished our conversation and said our goodbyes. I still hoped to see her around every so often, but it was sad to be the end despite it all.

Now, she was here, back in front of me. She had gotten back from the vacation she was on and went out to the bar near my house. She was a little tipsy, but not too bad. At the bar she texted me about getting her overnight bag back from me. When I saw her it became pretty awkward, and I tried to keep her out of the house. I handed her the bag and instead talked to her outside on the front steps.

I reiterated that I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t want to ever see her again and that I would look forward to hearing about major things that happened in her life. I didn’t intend on “burning this bridge” so to speak. She looked a little sad still about everything and when it seemed like there was nothing more to say, she stated, “Well… I’m going to put this in my car, then I think you should show me the new video game you got.”

I made a face… this was exactly what I was saying we can’t do anymore… but relented. I was going to miss playing these games with her. Inside my room she took her shoes and purse off and sat on the bed. I handed her a microphone so we could start playing the music game we had always played.

After several songs, she started sighing and leaning her head on my shoulder. It was getting quite intimate, despite what we had talked about. She was drunk and I had been drinking beer since before she had come over.

Fuck it, I thought, and turned her head and started to make out with her. It was probably the most passionate make out session we had together in a long time. The clothes started coming off and suddenly we were making wild, rough sex. I suppose you could call this breakup sex, but by the way it was going, I didn’t feel that way. I turned her in more positions than I had done usually… but still had trouble at the end. She had already gotten off, at least twice. Perhaps I was too drunk… or not drunk enough.

Regardless, I turned her over onto her stomach and spread her huge, flabby ass cheeks. I shoved my dick into her pussy as far as it could go and started to slowly massage it inside her. It wasn’t long until I felt the pressure building, and, seeing as this would probably be my last time with her, I decided to go all out. I hadn’t gotten off in a couple of days and it had built up tremendously. Suddenly it snapped, and I shot a huge load deep inside her.

I rolled over and held her intimately. “That was pretty amazing,” I said. It had been, at least for what we usually do. She had kind of a regretful, far away look in her eyes. I suddenly realized I didn’t want this to go away.

“Well… if you need commitment to feel good about this…. I guess if you still wanted I would be your boyfriend,” I said.

She made a slight groan and put her head into the pillow. “Goddamnit! Why did you have to say that?” she said, her voice starting to rise. “I’m confused enough on what I’m doing here.”

My heart slumped. It wasn’t the result I was expecting. “I see… well… I’m sorry, then.”

“I’m sorry too. I don’t know what I’m doing here. This was a mistake, you were right,” she exclaimed, starting to turn over. It looked like she was about to get out of bed. I grabbed her arm.

“Jamie, wait. Stay the night, at least. It’s really late,” I pleaded. Hopefully, if she stayed I might be able to get some action later.

She grimaced, slightly, before laying back down on her side, facing away from me. She let out a deep sigh, signifying her acceptance of something distasteful.

“I… still love you,” I stammered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” I explained.

“Well you finally asked me, at least. But it’s too late. I can’t be your girlfriend.”

My chest started to feel like it was caving in. As I looked at her flabby, blemished back I started to have mixed feelings about it all. Here’s someone I never wanted, that I never wanted anyone to know about, that I still wish would stick around. Still, it was a naked woman, in my bed, regardless.

I started to get hard again, and moved closer to get into a spooning position with her. As my dick started to find its way between her ass cheeks and my hand started to grope her large, flabby breast, she suddenly froze up.

“What the HELL are you DOING?” she asked, angrily. “After all of that, you just want to go at it again? I guess you really did just use me all this time for sex!” She turned around to face me, forcing me to back up a bit.

“It’s not like that,” I explained. “It was mutual. You can’t say you never enjoyed what we had.”

“I won’t say that…” she trailed off. “But we CAN’T do this anymore. Got it? Don’t touch me anymore… please…” She moved onto her back, her large stomach now blocking my view of the TV, which was still on the paused game screen. “Jesus Christ.”

We laid there on our backs for a while, looking up at the ceiling. My dick was still fully hard, pointing straight up at the overhead light. My hand was slowly stroking it, keeping it going. I moved it down to my balls and massaged them as I started to get other ideas.

“Well… then… um...” I was kind of afraid to ask, but it was overwhelming my brain at that point. I turned to look at her and she turned slightly to meet my eyes. “Could you squeeze my balls then? One last time?”

Her brow furrowed and her mouth curled in disgust at the question. Clearly she thought I must be insane, or couldn’t hear very well, or still after two years of this, didn’t care about her feelings. She couldn’t understand why I didn’t have these feelings at all. By the look of it, what I had said was probably the last straw. The bridge between us might be burned after all. But then her mouth closed into a weird smirk that made me even more worried.

“Fine. One last time,” she said, turning over onto her shoulder to face me.

She reached her large left arm over me and felt my thigh with her hand, directing it by touch till she reached my groin, then batted my hand away. She made a circle with her fingers and grasped my nutsack at the base. She started to roughly massage them, a technique that she often started with, as it felt fairly nice while also moving my nuts to the very bottom of the sack. It also moved all the other internal stuff out of the way so she could locate just the balls alone. When she seemed satisfied, the massage stopped, and the pain began.

Trapping just the balls at the bottom of the sack between her thumb and fingers, she started to squeeze. I’ve told her how I liked it – starting off gentle and slowly getting progressively harder. It was so I could get used to the pain, and still feel all the pleasure. She wasn’t going by that strategy this time. She immediately started to squeeze very hard, and I cried out in pain. If I had to put it on a scale of one to ten, she was definitely pressing at a six or seven right off the bat.

“Agh, AGH!!” I started to yelp as she giggled. I tapped on her hand a couple of times, trying to get her to tone it down a bit.

“Nuh-uh,” she said in a wickedly sweet tone. In response she started to pull my balls harder, to what I felt was their limit. She renewed the pressure.

“Arghh… what the heck are you trying to do, rupture them?” I asked, trying to get her in a talking mood so I could get off quicker.

She giggled. “Mayyyybeee...” She twisted my sack slightly and continued pressing.

“Shit, SHIT!” I exclaimed in pain. I bit down a bit on my lip as her hand started to pump my nuts in a rhythm. I started to stroke my dick as I buried my face into her plump tits. Jamie’s tits were really sensitive, nothing gets her into turned on more than fondling her nipples. While I loved Ballbusting – getting it and jerking off to it – she was being too forceful at the moment for me to enjoy it. Maybe this would change her mind about fooling around again.

“Stop.. fucking doing that!” she snapped, squeezing my nuts even harder. It was about an eight on the pain scale now. I removed my mouth from her left nipple and let out a sharp cry. She suddenly let go.

“My hand is getting tired. I’m right handed and this is getting uncomfortable.” She sat up in the bed and flexed out her left hand a bit. My hand was already furiously massaging my balls, trying to make them feel a little better. She looked somewhat pleased at the look on my face.

“You need to stop being so loud, John. Your roommates will hear you and wonder what’s up. Oh and I thought I told you not to fucking touch me, asshole!” she said, frowning angrily. I wonder what she would think if she knew my roommates had gone back home for the week. “You really want to keep putting your mouth on me, huh? Fine, I got an idea then.”

She got up onto her knees, her larger size towering over me. She stepped over my prone form and positioned her huge ass about six inches above my face. There was an immediate, disgusting swampy stench that I started to inhale. Jamie never shaved her pussy, just trimmed if anything. She never really wanted me going down there, even when I offered. It actually looked a little more unkempt than usual, as well as her slit nearly dripping with fluid. Was she wet over this?

“You know, I always felt self-conscious about letting you down there. It’s just really hard for me to shave it, you know, and it takes so long. You can’t possibly enjoy it...” She stopped talking for a second as I gulped, probably loudly. “But since we aren’t ever going to be together, and you’re pissing me off… I can give a fuck what you think.”

She then grabbed my hand and removed it from my aching balls, placing it at my side. She then moved her knee forward and put it directly on my hand, pinning it to the bed. With most of her weight on it, it really hurt and I kind of yelped from the sudden pain. She moved her other knee onto my other hand, also laying at my side, before resting back on her legs. She started to lower her large form directly onto my face. My eyes widened as the shadow started to encompass me.

She moved her pussy right onto my mouth, her asshole positioned touching my nose. Her ass cheeks blocked out my peripheral vision and encompassed most of my head, and she had no qualms about sitting back and letting the weight onto me. I only a tiny bit of air and light was getting through her crack and my face, and I could only really breathe in the smell of her asshole. All of the damp matted hair around my cheeks and mouth felt disgusting and uncomfortable. Her pussy spread open and I could taste some liquid run into my mouth. The saltiness made me grimace in even further disgust as I realized that she wasn’t wet from pleasure – it was the huge load I had deposited in her fifteen minutes earlier.

“Mmm.. do you like me sitting on your face like this? You used to ask me to do it all the time, how do you like it now?” she gloated, starting to rub herself on my face and mouth. The fat pouch that was just above her pussy rested on my chin. “Look, either you can lay down there until you suffocate, or you can lick my cunt. I’m not getting off of you until you suck out all that cum that you put in me.”

Oh god, I thought. I slowly opened my mouth, letting the liquid resting on my lips into it. Its added stench to the smell that was there already was nearly overpowering. I thrust my tongue as far as it could go into her snatch, letting the cum in my mouth start to slide down my throat. I nearly gagged.

“That’s it! There you go!” She was really getting into this. For the past two years, she had been very submissive, almost timid, during sex. Anger mixed with an uncaring attitude must really be bringing this out in her. She shuddered a bit before leaning over slightly. She then began to fondle my ballsack again with her right hand, while stroking my dick with her left. “Well, I see you’re still rock hard. I guess you enjoy eating your cum while a bigger girl sits on your face. Don’t forget to swallow it all!”

She began her usual method of preemptive massaging, noting that my balls were already red and inflamed. After a minute of separating and massaging, she yanked hard on my testicles. It felt like she was going to rip them straight off! Her right hand twisted them completely clockwise once.

My tongue had lost all of its momentum with the pain, and just rested inside her. “Hey, don’t start getting lazy now! Keep licking that pussy!” she exclaimed evilly. As punishment, her left hand replaced her right, maintaining the pulled, twisted sac and trapped balls. She started to punch them with her right fist.

“MMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!” I called out in muffled pain. She knew I hated blows to the balls. It wasn’t that bad of a turn on to watch, but I hated it happening to me. She slammed her fist into them again, and after letting out another yell, I began to lick furiously. I tried to move my face around so I could massage her clit with my chin a bit while I did it. The cum started flowing into my mouth again, and I had no choice but to continue to taste and swallow it.

“Aahh… that’s it. Mmm eat that pussy. You know, maybe my mom was right - you are gay – you do seem to like the taste of that spunk! No wonder why you never wanted me.” The thought disgusted me further. How can a person be so ignorant of how unattractive they were? She stopped punching my balls and instead grabbed my left ball with her right hand. She let go of the sac and, while leaving it twisted, grabbed my right ball with her left hand. Then she started to squeeze each ball in each hand. “You’re gonna love this, babe.”

The pain started slower this time, but she quickly reached about an 8 on the scale. She could apply more pressure now that she was squeezing each one individually, using two hands. I let out another muffled yell in pain.

“Wow this works really well, sitting on you like this. I can hardly hear you,” she said, laughing. “You could scream all night and no one would hear you.” It was getting harder to breathe, with the cum in my mouth and the awful smell all around me. She began to apply a constant pressure, and made a noise like she was putting a lot of effort into it. The pain was excruciating and my eyes felt like they might be watering. I tried to lick even more furiously.

She suddenly shook a bit, a small orgasm reverberating through her body. She smiled and let out a small sigh, before lifting her ass a couple of inches into the air. I coughed a couple of times and took in a breath of fresh air, and swallowed hard several times, trying to get the remaining cum in my throat to go down. I suddenly felt like gagging. She had relaxed her grip on my balls a bit, letting the blood come in and a hard ache begin.

“Did you get it all out? Good boy,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But it looks like you still didn’t get off huh? Awe… that’s too bad. And everything seems intact still too. I guess we both have to work harder.” She moved her large ass down a bit, before sitting up straight again. She positioned her asshole directly over my mouth, and sat down again.

The feeling of her hairy asshole circling my mouth was awful, but at least it left my nose free to breath actual air. “We are going to go again, John. I start licking my ass.”

As I did, tasting the metallic, fleshy taste, she began to bore down on my balls again. The pain was sharp and immense, at least a 9 on the pain scale. I tried to cry out in pain but my mouth was still muffled, attached to her stinky hole. She began pumping her hands to cause additional discomfort.

“You’re putting so little effort into this, John. Stick your tongue all the way in there.” Something must have hit a nerve with what she said, because she started squeezing even harder.

“Of course you always did put so little effort in – into everything with me. Here I do everything you ask and you never think that we can be together. I remember two years ago when we first slept together, and you asked me to bite on your balls. That was so odd. And after two years, I’ve squeezed your balls so often I’ve seemed to make them smaller. Not that they were big before.”

I pushed my tongue against her hole until I could feel it slide in. The taste instantly got far worse, and I visibly cringed.

“Two years!,” she repeated. “ I turned down so many guys trying to hold out for you. I loved you, kept hoping that some day you would say lets make it official.” Her voice was rising in pitch and anger. “For two years you woke me up every morning where I felt like shit so I could hurt my hands squeezing your balls. And always with the ‘say you want to crush them,’ ‘talk to me.’ Fuck, sorry if I don’t know what to say, you were so annoying!” Unbelievably, the grip on my balls got stronger. It seemed like the dam had broken, and she was getting into a rant-like state.

“Dammit! For two… damn… years I dealt with all your shit and abuse, just so I could validate my love for you. The other men that came around were probably a lot bigger. Hell, I would have even fooled around with the new cook at my work by now if you weren’t in the picture. He stayed over but I felt like I had to reject him. I did feel him when he was sleeping though, he has a nice pair of junk.

“Unlike this sad thing here. Of course all the ballbusting hasn’t helped you.” She suddenly sniffled, it sounded like she was crying. I couldn’t see her face, only the many fat folds of her back. She cleared her throat suddenly, and tried to maintain some composure.

“Well. Girls don’t have their youth for very long. And I wasted so much of it on you. God why was I so stupid!? Why did you use me like that?! FUCK YOU!” she shouted, pressing down on my balls with all her might. Her hands started to shake with the pressure. My eyes started to pop out of my head as I let out a bloodcurdling scream into her ass. She closed her eyes with tears leaking out the sides as her fingers dug into me.

Suddenly, my left ball gave way, popping it with a soft squick. The pain was so immense, things started to go black around me. It felt like my heart had stopped. The screaming stopped coming from my throat, replaced with a low groan, in a tone almost like it was a question. She stopped squeezing in surprise.

She let out a sniffle and let go of my balls, realizing what she had done. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and let out a quiet “what?” Jamie slowly examined my ballsack, noting the swollen, black and blue right testicle, and feeling the pulpy remains with her hand. The poking and prodding produced new waves of unbearable pain, even though she was doing it very softly. The pain sent my vision back and I let out a couple more muffled screams with tears streaming down my face.

Jamie moved off of me and sat on the bed to my right, a concerned look on her face. Clearly there was a wave of guilt that had hit her, and in feeling of going too far, she didn’t know what to do. My bawling must have snapped her out of her trance, as she quickly rushed next to me and put her hand on my chest.

“Baby… baby oh my god I’m sorry. Oh shit I didn’t think that would happen I…” she said, kissing me on the cheek and trying to console me. “You gotta quiet down though, your roommates will hear.”

“They… they aren’t here,” I sobbed out. My arms had fallen asleep, but I was trying to move them to physically examine my sac. I stopped short of it, expecting the worst. Jamie’s expression had changed slightly. Her hand had moved down to her sex, rubbing herself softly.

“Oh baby I can’t believe that just happened. Wow I’m so turned on right now, I think I’m already close,” she said, rubbing herself faster. “You always talked about how losing your balls was your biggest fantasy, and now you just gave me one,” she said, smiling.

Gave her one, as if it was a choice. “You took it!” I said through tears. She broke my gaze for a second and looked down in slight shame. “It was an accident… kinda. I mean I didn’t think it would happen,” she said, and as an afterthought added, “at least it did though.”

I fumbled unsuccessfully for my beer, knocking it over in the process. I let out a renewed cry. Right now I just wanted this taste of ass and jizz out of my mouth.

“Now what am I supposed to do…” I said, trailing off sadly.

“Don’t be down, babe. You always wanted it. And it’s not so bad, you didn’t want kids anyway,” remembering something of what she said before. “Of course I did give you myself for so long, it’s nice that you at least gave me SOMETHING.”

“Bitch! I gave you my time and attention and I loved you. And tonight you said we couldn’t be together, made it obvious we couldn’t see each other anymore, and then took one of my balls! What chick would want me now?” I cried, angrily.

“Heh, well, I sure don’t,” Jamie joked, the humor clearly being lost on me.

I turned over, facing away from her, and cried out in pain as my nutsack shifted. “You’ve disfigured me for life. I should call the police.”

She hit me on the back of the shoulder. “Yeah I don’t think you’re gonna do that. You did come on to me after all. You asked for it. Plus… I could always say you tried to rape me, so you’re fucked if you do that,” she said sternly. I snorted in response.

We sat in angry silence for a long while, staring in opposite directions. She was the first to try to comfort me again.

“Ok hon… I have an idea for our problem. We still want to see each other, but we can’t anymore because of sexual tension. Plus if either of us get in a relationship they won’t trust us together,” she said.

“I can’t get in a relationship anymore, look at me,” I said, bitterly.

“Yeah… well okay if I get in a relationship. Like with that cook I told you about. Then we couldn’t see each other anymore. But I still love you as a friend, and want to hang out with you. And I can’t have you all angry and bitter at me impairing your sex life… even though you used me like a piece of meat for so long. But I think I have a solution to make everyone happy.”

“Whats that…?” I asked her, not all the way with it.

“You should let me crush your other ball.”

“What! Fuck no! You’ve done enough damage to me!” I shouted.

“Wait, wait, hear me out. If you let me do that, you never have to worry about anything again. You won’t need to get women because you won’t care anymore, you’ll lose the drive that you have since you won’t be getting testosterone anymore. So you’ll be happy, never needing them. It sounds like you kinda hate women anyway sometimes. You could have a full life, never needing porn and be a lot more focused on things. And the best part… well the best part is that we could still hang out, no matter what. There isn’t any way any of my future boyfriends would say no, considering you won’t be able to get it up or be interested anyway. We could be close, intimate friends without sex… just like I wanted. Just like we want.”

I groaned a response. She was right about me being pretty much fucked otherwise.

“Plus I really, really want to,” she said excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

I looked into her eyes, her best feature. They were begging me. I still loved her… and maybe this was for the best. I sighed heavily. “Ok.”

She let out a happy cry then kissed me passionately on the mouth. She kind of backed away after, probably because of the taste. “I love you! Before I do that though, let me give you one final happy ending.”

She moved down towards my dick, which had gone soft, and gobbled it into her mouth. She moved it around in her mouth, slurping and sucking. Magically, despite the pain it started to come to life. It began to get harder and harder, and she began moving her head up and down on it, deepthroating it.

She started using her hand to stroke it as she sucked on the head, smiling at me while giving a long sucking sound. She took her face off it and blew me a kiss while stroking it with her hand, before going down on it again. This time, she deepthoated it as far as she could go, completely engrossing my cock in her hungry mouth.

This continued on for a while, sucking and slurping and looking at me as cute as she could muster. She carefully avoided touching my damaged sack. After ten minutes or more, I could feel an edge building. I rode the edge for as long as I could, savoring it as my last one. She could tell as she started stroking me even harder and moved her mouth up to the head so she could catch all of it. I let loose a huge load, grunting in pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness, all the contents of my former ball shooting into her mouth. When it was done, she removed her head from my already shrinking dick.

She usually swallowed right away, but this time she quickly moved up to my face and gave me a passionate kiss. I tried to keep my mouth closed but she pressed her lips against mine hard, pushing her tongue between them. Laying down with my head on the bed, I could only take it. My mouth opened, and she pushed all of my cum into it. She then quickly grabbed my nose with her right hand, and continued to keep her lips pressed against mine. Weak and defeated, I swallowed it in several gulps.

She backed away from my mouth and took a glass of water from the nightstand, drinking it. “Haha, I made you eat your last load!” she teased. “You couldn’t even make a girl swallow that.” I reached for the glass and she pulled it away. “No no, savor the taste babe. Maybe you can still be useful later if you get used to it,” she said, winking.

I put my head down, depressed. But everything was becoming numb to me now. I knew what was coming next, and a tear dropped from my eye as I anticipated the end.

“Don’t cry babe, you had a good run. We had a good run,” Jamie said, smiling. “Now… lets get to crushing that manhood!”

She stood up fully on the bed, her weight making the bed shift a little in the middle. She glanced around before finally seeing a heavy textbook on the dresser next to her. “We’re going to try something a little different, this time,” she said.

Kneeling back down on the bed, she spread my legs then carefully lifted my damaged sac up and slid the hard book underneath it. I grimaced as my wounded sac touched the cold book. My right ball had retreated inside me, and she had to work to coax it out. After she had it set, she stood up on the bed again.

“Ok, lets see here…” she said, bracing herself with a hand against the wall as she placed her right foot on my lone ball. She rolled it around a bit before getting it caught in a spot between the arch and ball of her foot. “Ok, I think I got the little guy here.” As an afterthought, she grabbed her huge pair of dirty panties off the bed and threw it at me. “Put this in your mouth, it’s going to hurt.”

I did as I was told and, when asked if I was ready I nodded. She slowly started pressing her weight down onto the ball, trapped between her foot and the hard text book. The pain shot through me like spasms, making me cry and groan and cringe in renewed agony. She laughed and smiled and started pumping her foot into it, the trapped ball getting flatter and more discolored.

“This is so awesome, John. Maybe you’ve made a believer out of me, I like busting balls now, “ she said happily. The painful display continued on for another ten minutes, her sweet laughter giving a mix of pain and pleasure to his ears.

“Alright,” she stated, “It’s time to end it. Time to crush that little grape of yours. Say goodbye to your ball, John.”

“Goodbye…” I weakly replied.

“No no, this is the end of your manhood John! At least give it a proper goodbye! Like you mean it!”

“Goodbye manhood!” I half-shouted, my face twisting in pain.

“There we go!” She shouted, lifting up her left leg and putting all her massive weight onto my squirming nut. She used the wall for balance as she stood there for a couple of seconds. Then she started bouncing up and down slightly, shouting “POP, POP, POP!” I screamed into the panties.

And after several seconds, it did. She suddenly felt the ball rupture, hearing a soft fleshy noise as it gave way. As it did, a violent orgasm ripped through her body, sending shudders all over her. She had to put both hands on the wall to keep from falling onto me. She gave a smile of ecstasy as she put her leg back down.

She lifted her foot and poked at her handiwork, before placing her right foot back on the entire sack and began grinding the entire pulpy remains into the textbook. After she was satisfied that everything was completely gone, she stepped down and embraced me, showering me with passionate kisses. I didn’t know, I had passed out from the pain long ago.

* * *

I awoke to the sound of his phone going off. It was his work calling. They asked if he was still planning on showing up today, as he was already late. I said no, I was in immense pain and won’t be in for a while. They told him to feel better and get a doctors note if he was going to miss more than this shift.

I looked around, seeing Jamie had already left. There was a note on his nightstand, reading:

“John, thank you for everything. You proved to me that you really did want me in your life. If I had known you would have gone this far for me, I would have not been mad about us not being together officially. Of course we can’t date now, since you don’t have the balls… LOL. Thanks again babe, I’ll be back to pick you up tonight and drive you to my place, so I can nurse you back to full health. See you soon, XOXO Jamie.”

I let out a cry of depression and frustration, then fell asleep.

* * *

Several months had passed since that night, and Jamie and John were the best of friends. After John recovered and went back to school and work, he focused a lot more and improved his grades greatly for his final semester. He saw Jamie all the time, and she stayed over quite frequently. He also quickly lost interest in sex, regulating the activity to something that was factual instead of desired.

Ironically, the sexual activity didn’t quite stop between the two of them, although it had changed quite a bit. Jamie still slept over often, if she wasn’t at her boyfriend’s house. She still slept naked, and often played with his limp dick and empty sack, remembering the night she neutered him with great passion. Also, because she loved it before, (and because she was still self-conscious of letting her boyfriend do it) she had John eat her pussy and ass regularly. She still never really maintained it, and still kind of smelled bad, but he found it kind of fun after getting used to the taste. It didn’t arouse him – heck nothing did – but whatever she wanted made her happy so he was happy to do it. Sometimes, she would come over in the morning after waking up and fooling around with her boyfriend, and get John to clean her boyfriend’s load out of her. That always gave her the best orgasms.

Finally, she was satisfied socially, emotionally, and sexually. And they kept close for the rest of their lives.