Needless to say I was not very outgoing when it came to meeting women. I met quite a few at bars and such, but would always have a reason for not going back to their place that night. I would always try to talk to them in attempt to make them like me for whom I am as opposed to what I can do sexually. You know, they say size doesn’t matter when someone loves you, right.

Enter Julie, a beautiful girl I met at a bar. Same ole, same ole. We talked several hours and at closing time she invited me over; I of course turned it down, but insisted on her number. We went out several times with same type of ending; she would invite me over, and I would turn her down. I could tell she was beginning to feel inadequate, and if I didn’t do something quick I was going to lose my chance to be with her.

Finally I decided to open up to Julie, telling her of my “small” issue. “Size doesn’t really matter”, she said. She told me I was being silly, and she actually boosted my confidence level. That night I agreed to go back to her place. I think she thought that when I said I was small, that I really meant I am average size but wish I had more. She seemed a bit surprised when I took off my pants. We did make do with the situation and I had a great night.

Julie and I began seeing each other more often; the more often we saw each other the more comfortable I felt and the kinkier things I would let her do to me. Finally one day, my birthday to be exact, she wanted to tie me to the bed posts and blindfold me. Sure, I thought, sounds kind of fun. Once tied and blindfolded she tells me she will be right back, my tiny little pecker standing as tall as it can waiting for her touch.

I thought I heard a door open and close, but I wasn’t exactly sure. I was sure of the next thing I heard. Snickering and heavily suppressed laughs. Julie came over and removed my blindfold while yelling “SURPRISE”. Four of her best friends were standing there laughing their asses off at my poor small misfortune. At this time my tiny member decides to retreat from embarrassment. “Oh my fucking god” said Mary while laughing, “his dick just disappeared entirely!”

The five girls approach the bed with Julie telling them, “I fucking told you I wasn’t lying”, “sorry sweetie but that pathetic little piss hole just doesn’t do it for me, and I have been fucking other guys since I found out how small you were.” One of the other girls, Katie, decides to remark “oh look, it looks like a little acorn buried down in some hair.” Cassie says “it looks like a button”, and with a finger pushes on it. If you have never seen a penis like this, it very easily pushes inside the body; it pops right back out of course, but this gave them ideas.

“Shave him! Shave him now! I want to have fun with this” Mary seemed to squeal. They proceeded to shave me. This allowed them to press my penis inside and tape it like that so they could take some keepsake photos I guess. Jennifer, being quite content with the torture I have already received tried to get the others to leave me alone. Katie enthusiastically remarks “maybe we should cut that poor excuse of a dick off of him.” Julie was surprised by her friend’s idea. Mary had another idea however. “Why don’t we just make it easier to see?” The other girls almost in unison said “how?” “I want to take his balls off, we already have him shaved.” Jennifer told them she didn’t want anything to do with that and left. Julie, Mary, Cassie, and Katie all migrated to the computer to look up how to easily castrate me. Upon returning Julie was playing with a rubber band, “Sorry honey but I have to wrap this around your nut sack” and she did. It was so tight it hurt, it hurt bad. Katie reaches down and gives my balls a squeeze “wow feel these, it feels like those stress relief toys”; each girl took a turn squeezing the hell out of my balls. I did not know testicles were so tough. Mary seemed to put everything she had into squeezing them and they still did not break.

“Enough of this bullshit play, I want to see what his balls look like” Mary insisted. I begged and I pleaded “please don’t do this, please, please”. I even told them they could have me over to make fun of whenever they wanted, but nothing would change their minds. Julie even said “sorry but we decided we cannot take the chance of you creating another human with such a deficiency as this.” I felt a sharp pain in my nut sack; Mary had sliced into it with a razor knife. Katie loses it and runs to the bathroom to puke. Cassie is dazed; Julie and Mary are both smiling evilly. I am whimpering, crying, and trying to find a way out of this. Mary inserts her finger in my sack and pulls out one of my balls, next Julie does the same. “How do we want to do this, Mary?” “Scissors, knife, hammer?” “That’s it!” said Mary, “go get your cutting board, knife, and a hammer.”

I have never before felt pain like that of someone trying to smash a nut with a hammer. They seemed to be toying with me, not making blows hard enough to smash it. Over and over again they swung at my bouncing ball. Finally one heavy blow from Mary smashes my testicle; I think I must have blacked out finally. I am not sure how they removed my second nut; they didn’t bother trying to wake me up for it.

So now I have this tiny little prick with nothing but air under it. The girls told me “hey, at least now you won’t have to worry about pissing on your balls!” That’s great. I have not been with a woman since, nor do I ever plan to. Bitches!