Lisa

Lisa was wearing only her bikini bra and panties. She’s a slim woman, with short dark hair. A pretty woman with a great smile. She was on her knees, snapping on the ball separator. Lisa admired her work, gently manipulating each ball now that they were squeezed into the sides of my scrotum.

Gradually, she increased the pressure, pinching my right ball between two of her fingers. When I flinched and grunted, she stopped. “Did that hurt a lot?” she asked. When I nodded, she smiled and repeated the act on my left ball.

This went on for several minutes. Lisa was experimenting, trying to determine my threshold of pain. She would squeeze each ball a little longer, holding it tight between her fingers as she watched my face. Despite the discomfort, my cock was erect. Lisa would stroke it from time to time, alternating pleasure with the hurt she was causing my nuts.

Then Lisa picked up a switch that she had found in our backyard. It was about six inches long. She swung it through the air, watching it bend. The switch struck the side of the chair with a loud crack. Sweat began to bead up on my forehead as I anticipated the first blow.

Lisa gently cradled my sack in her left hand, and rubbed the switch lightly over my trapped balls. “Get used to the feel of this,” she smiled, teasingly rubbing the switch against the underside of my penis.

Suddenly, Lisa raised her right hand and brought the switch down hard on my right ball. My entire body spasmed as the jolt of pain exploded inside my nut. I screamed into my ball gag from the worst pain I ever felt.

Lisa remained on her knees in front of me, my sack cradled in the palm of her hand. “My, look how it’s growing!” she exclaimed, watching intently as my right ball swelled. “But not this little fellow,” she grinned, tugging on my now-flaccid penis.

“I don’t like how these balls are a different size now,” Lisa said, kneading my left nut. I began whimpering in anticipation of her next blow. By now, my eyes were filling with tears as the ache from my right ball had spread into my abdomen.

The switch struck my left ball with the same force as my other ball had suffered. Again I screamed and strained against my bonds. Lisa had done a good job of tying me up, and there was no way I could get loose.

“There, that’s much better,” she said, admiring her work. “See how they’re the same size now? And so big! It’s really very sexy.”

I felt Lisa warm moist mouth close around my aching sack, her tongue gently lapping against my throbbing balls. It was an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure, and to my surprise my cock began to respond. Lisa smiled as she saw my penis harden.

We had been talking about ball torture for months, ever since I confessed to her that I enjoyed it when she got rough with my sack. Up until that day we had confined our ball play to a few gentle slaps and squeezes, and the use of ball stretchers and separators. I had no idea of the depths of Lisa’s interest until she had me tied up on that kitchen chair.

“I’ve been doing a lot of reading,” she said, massaging my swollen sack, still throbbing from the hits she inflicted. “I learned that a lot of men have castration fantasies that are connected with their desire for ball torture.”

The word castration got my attention fast. In a flash it dawned on me that Lisa could castrate me right then and there, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent it. Lisa smiled when she saw the look of fear on my face. “Oh, don’t worry honey. I would never do anything without your consent,” she soothed, kissing my sack gently.

My relief at that assurance quickly disappeared as Lisa picked up the switch again. “I was surprised to read about how much punishment a man’s testicles can really take. I thought his balls were a lot more fragile,” she said.

Lisa lifted my sack with her left hand, and again swung the switch down onto my right ball. Even as that jolt of agony hit, Lisa brought the switch down onto my left ball with equal force. I thought I’d pass out from the pain.

“I read that you can hit a man’s testes quite a few times without causing any permanent damage,” she said, pausing to watch my body shaking. “I thought we’d try and see just how much your can really take.”

I began whimpering and begging her not to continue, but the gag muffled my words. I looked down and saw that my balls had swollen quite a bit, and couldn’t imagine they could take any more punishment. But I soon found out I was wrong, and Lisa lifted the switch and began striking my nuts over and over.

I’m not sure just how long she went on. It seemed like hours, of course, but it probably lasted no more than a few minutes. Lisa was steady, hitting one ball, taking a breath, then hitting the other. Every so often she would pause to examine her work before continuing.

At a certain point the pain became a continuous sensation, so that I barely noticed when she brought the switch down. As awful as it was, I found that by breathing deeply I could learn to stand the pain. Not that I ever stopped screaming into my gag and crying like an infant, praying Lisa would stop the assault.

Finally, it was over. My balls had swollen to twice their normal size, and had taken on a purplish color. Lisa gently cradled them, and removed the ball separator. “There, there. I’m so proud of you,” she said soothingly, kissing each of the orbs that she had so cruelly attacked only minutes before. I couldn’t stop weeping, and my body was still shaking from the ordeal.

That night, Lisa cradled my naked body. I had taken a large dose of tylenol and the pain was now tolerable. Even though this woman had inflicted the worst agony of my life, I felt an intense erotic attraction to her that was completely new. It was as if our relationship had entered a whole new dimension.

Lisa’s hand grasped my hard erection and began stroking it. A bead of pre-cum emerged from the tip, and I felt her tongue scoop it up. Her hand gently squeezed my sack, and the discomfort actually increased the erotic sensation. I was aroused as never before, and it took only a few minutes before I was pumping my cum into her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed my seed, her hand still wrapped hard around my scrotum.

The next day, my balls were extremely tender. The slightest pressure on them made me wince. But just thinking about the torture session with Lisa gave me a raging hard-on. Pain and pleasure had become one for me.

In the weeks to come, Lisa would playfully swat my balls whenever she got the chance, which wasn’t much fun since we began having torture sessions several times a week, so my balls never got a chance to recover.

These ball-torture sessions got longer and more intense. Lisa would hit my nuts with a hairbrush so hard I thought they’d burst. But I always would submit to her demands, meekly letting her tie me to the chair and put a gag into my mouth, and enduring the punishment she chose to inflict on my defenseless testes.

After a few months, it became apparent that my balls were becoming permanently damaged, because my erections were more difficult to achieve. Lisa began teasing me about that, saying that I was becoming a eunuch. We both knew that my deepest, darkest fantasy was to be castrated, so her remark seemed ominous. Despite everything, I liked being a man, and didn’t really want to lose my nuts. But I began wondering if it was inevitable.

Then came the last weekend in August, and Lisa told me not to make any plans. I began to dread Friday night, for fear of what might happen when Lisa got home from work. But at the same time, I was excited, too.

I noticed that Lisa tied the ropes tighter than usual, and this time she didn’t gag me. She lifted up the hairbrush and began pounding my balls, flattening them against the seat of the chair.

Since it had only been two days since our last session, my nuts were already sore, so the pain was excruciating. After a few minutes I began crying, so Lisa stopped and undid her top. “There, there,” she cooed, kissing my wet cheek. She rubbed her bare breast against my face, which turned me on despite my distress. I sucked her nipple eagerly as she stroked my hair and spoke soothingly to me.

But after I had calmed down, Lisa reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of needles, each about 2-inches long. As I watched in horror, she placed one against my right ball and began pushing it in. I screamed as the metal penetrated the skin and entered my testicle. After it was half-embedded, she picked up a second needle and repeated the operation on my left nut.

It went on like that for nearly an hour. When she finished, each one of the needles was sticking out of my ballsack. “There, isn’t that pretty?” she smiled, admiring her work.

Despite the pain, I must admit that seeing those needles embedded in my sack was very exciting.

That night, after Lisa released me and removed the needles, we had the most intense sex of our life. For the first time in weeks I had a firm erection, and Lisa was out of control, having at least a half-dozen orgasms. Ball torture had become a great aphrodisiac for us.

The next day, Lisa said she had something “really different” in store for my balls. Despite my fear, I submitted and found myself tied up again. Lisa went over to the dresser and returned with a black bag. Inside was a towel wrapped around a number of silver implements.

I began pleading with her to stop as she picked up a scalpel and held it against the side of my sack. “Don’t worry honey, I won’t castrate you. Unless you want me to,” she said with a big smile.

Lisa squeezed my sack, pushing my right ball tight against the side. Suddenly I felt a sting as the blade began cutting the skin. She barely penetrated the skin, causing a red line to appear. Lisa re-traced that line over and over, each time cutting deeper into my sack.

The pain wasn’t nearly as bad as our last torture session, and I found myself become aroused. Lisa smiled as my cock stiffened. “I knew you’d love this!” she beamed.

After about a half hour of patient cutting, Lisa had penetrated deep into my sack. “Here it is!” she squealed. Lisa squeezed my sack, and my testicle popped free, dangling from its stalk. The orb was grayish-colored, and flecked with blood.

The sight of my own ball hanging outside its sack was an intense turn-on for both of us. Lisa cradled it in her hand, and bent down to kiss it. Then she began cutting the other side of my scrotum, and before long both of my testes were exposed.

“They’re so pretty,” she smiled, rubbing them with her thumbs. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling, when suddenly a sharp pain erupted in my right nut. Lisa had begun pushing a needle into the helpless ball.

With a look of intense fixation, Lisa embedded the needle into my exposed nut, then picked up another needle and impaled the other ball. I pleaded with her to stop, but she soon had pushed a half-dozen needles into each ball.

The pain and excitement had driven me into a kind of euphoria. Lisa began pushing the needles further into each ball, until they emerged from the other side. Both of my balls were completely skewered, and blood was everywhere.

To my astonishment, my cock was hard and throbbing. Lisa began jacking me off, licking the head, enjoying the taste of the pre-cum. “You love it, don’t you,” she said. “You love the idea that your balls are being destroyed.”

I nodded, feeling her soft wet tongue on the tip of my cock. “You want to go all the way, don’t you,” she cooed. “You want me to castrate you, isn’t that right?”

As my orgasm approach, Lisa picked up the scalpel and held it against the stalk of my ball. “Tell me you want me to finish the job,” she said, quickening the jacking motion of her other hand. “Ask me to turn you into a eunuch.”

I felt my orgasm begin. “Tell me to castrate you!” she shouted as the first wad of cum erupted from my cock. “Yes, do it!” I screamed, beside myself with ecstasy. Lisa sliced through the stalk, severing my right ball. As the last bit of cum spurted from my penis, Lisa cut loose my other ball, rendering me a eunuch.

I was sobbing from the most intense experience of my life, watching as Lisa cradled my balls in the palm of her hand. After removing the needles, she kissed and licked my nuts, and put them in her mouth. Lisa laid them on the towel, and began stitching my sack up.

After she sewed up my scrotum, Lisa picked up one of my nuts and pushed it into her vagina. There was a look of arousal on her face that I had never seen before. After pushing the second ball inside her, she stroked her clit, which looked like a small penis, so intense was her excitement. It took only a minute for her orgasm to erupt, and as her vagina spasmed, it pushed out both of my balls. Lisa screamed as my balls dropped onto the carpet. It was a sight I’ll never forget.

That was a few months ago. Lisa has been giving me hormones to keep my sex drive alive, and we continue having amazing sex. The sight of my balls floating in a jar always drives me over the edge as Lisa sucks me and tugs on my empty sack

After I cum, Lisa loves taking my balls out of the jar and playing with them. Her most intense orgasms come when she puts my nuts inside her vagina, and has me lick her clit.

We both agree that castrating me was the best thing we’ve ever done. I love Lisa very, very much.