Bev turned toward him, still holding his castrated ball bag in her hand and scolded him, "Be quiet or you'll wake the kids!"

As the pain began to set in, and Willard's mind became befuddled with a mix of shame, exhileration, humiliation, and shock, he reached down to his genital area to feel for himself if it was real; if his wife had actually gone through with her warnings and done the deed. As his hand reached for the familiar scrotal pouch wherein was kept his vaunted and touted masculine orbs all his life, he felt wet, meaty tissue and realized that what he was feeling was where his nut sack had been, but no longer. The realization sunk in--Willard was now a nutless eunuch. He had just been rendered powerless as a man, and would spend the rest of his days bemoaning the sperm drought that would define his manhood now that his wife had cut his balls off!

As he began to further contemplate all the ramifications of his now-nutless condition, Bev said pointedly and sternly, if not calmly, "Look Willard, I don't know how many times I told you I'd slice your nuts off if you ever left me!"

Willard protested, "But Bev, I haven't left you!" He was thinking she was referring to his leaving her and the kids for another woman, but Bev had other ideas.

"No, you haven't left me for another woman," she said, "But you keep going over the road and it's just the same."

"No, it's not," Willard said, his voice rising in volume, "I leave so I can provide for my family!"

Bev put her fingers to her mouth and said, "Shush. You'll wake the kids!"

Willard now instinctively cupped his ever-growing painful crotch with his hands as Bev disappeared into their bathroom. Within moments she returned to their bedroom with first aid supplies, some peroxide, and bandages. As she dressed his wife-caused deballing wound, she spoke quietly but firmly to her newly-castrated husband.

"No, Willard, you haven't left me for another woman, but you have left me nonetheless! The highway is your whore. The pavement is your prostitute. The roadway is your sexual rendezvous. The avenue is your adultery!"

"But I have to work to support you and the kids," Willard said as Bev began to administer first aid to his injured crotch.

She'd heard all this before. When he was laid off from his local truck driving job earlier this year, she had tried to convince him to look locally for a driving job. But Willard was so convinced that the local economy wouldn't have enough opportunities, he began to focus only on over the road jobs to support his family even as Bev highlighted the irony of his leaving his family in order to support his family! Shortly he began to refuse to discuss any job openings with Bev that weren't OTR. Frustrated, she withdrew into herself, and realized that her man was, once again, going over the road on long hauls and she and their two sons would not be seeing him for at least a month at a time.

Bev also was unsuccessful at convincing Willard that she needed him at home, physically, emotionally, spirtually and psychologically. Also, their sons, ages 6 and 8, needed their daddy, and while they were enamored that their dad was a big-rig trucker, their emotional needs went unmet too because the role model they needed in their lives day to day was gone all the time. Willard and Bev argued about these things, and finally Willard, frustrated and irritated, threatened Bev that if she kept all this up every time he had a few days home time, he would just stay on the road and not come home if he had to listen to her complaining. He told her his dispatcher would gladly give him long hauls indefinately if she didn't shut up about him being gone. He told her she shouldn't ruin the time he was able to be home by griping about all the time he wasn't there.

The couple reached a stalemate and Bev just kept her mouth shut about her grievances and hurt heart. Willard, thinking the silence meant she was finally persuaded, kept his job and was gone for weeks at a time.

When the two had married ten years earlier, Willard was proud that he had Bev for his wife. She teasingly told him on their wedding day that she'd cut his nuts off if he ever left her. He laughed, thinking it was just a meaningless thing she said as a way of claiming him as her man. She was small in stature, and her body was very girl-like even though she was 19 when they wed. Her breasts were not big and bulbous: they were pointed, yet shapely, and her small figure reminded Willard of an underage girl. During their sex play and times, he would confess to Bev that he was a child molester because she looked so young. Bev had reddish brown hair, but her eyebrows were black, as was her pubic hair. Willard had learned during his teen years that a person's pubic hair was usually the same color as their eyebrows. While small and petite, Bev had a lustfully-bushy pubic mound, and when she would tell him she'd like to get a bikini wax for her pubic area, he would beg her not to remove any hair: he liked, lusted and loved her bushy patch! He told her the bushier it was in her sweet little girl-like crotch, the better he liked it. In fact, when tuffs of female hairs peeked out from behind her panties, it sent Willard into frenzied lusts because he was seeing something from his clothed wife that he didn't normally see. Her poking out peeking pubes beckoned Willard to her and hinted of lusts to be fulfilled soon in the bedroom.

His favorite activity was making love orally to Bev. When she assumed the 69 position, always on top because she was so small, Willard loved that underage girl-looking female crotch in his face. He most loved Bev's girl region after she'd gone the whole day without bathing: he loved the aroma, fragrance and taste of adult woman consenting to have her clit, vagina, anus and crack invaded by his lustful tongue. Her abundance of pubic hair in her crotch, butt crack, and pubic mound drove him to a climactic frenzy, and he sometime shot his man load into Bev's mouth without warning. Bev's little anal ring was so pink and puckered and perfect, Willard often slid his tongue in while fingering her clit so that he could feel the relaxing and tightening of her anus while she convulsed with sexual pleasures and satisfaction. Damn she was good in so many ways!

Willard would bring his wife near to a climax with his tongue and then penetrate her with his penis. She became so dependent on his services as a husband, she was at a total and complete loss when he went over the road! During their sex play, Willard would position his body so that their gential areas were close enough for Bev to stimulate her clit with his penis and nut sack. Before long, she would just grab his balls and rub them against her clit as she brought herself to a full-throated "roargasm," as she called it. The ball stretching was sometimes painful for Willard, but because it thrilled his wife, he was willing to endure some testicle discomfort as a tradeoff. Sometimes when Bev became overcome with her pleasures and sensations, her small fingernails dug into his nut sack during the height of her orgasmic convulsions, and a few times Willard wondered if he was going to lose his nuts to her clawing during sex! To him, there was a unexplained thrill to her using his nuts to stimulate herself, especially if he fantasized to accidentally losing them as his wife zoned out in a sudden orgasmic rush, and ripped them off with her fingernails as she became so focused on her climax, she forgot it was his scrotal manhood she was using to rub her clit over the threshold of ecstacy. Sometimes Bev would whisper to him that she longed for the ability to shove his nut sack into her female penis pit, or into her anus. Willard thrilled at the thought of that: he figured that having his nuts warmed by her vagina, or squeezed hy her anus was something that would cause an instantaneous gushing of cum! So he yielded his balls to her during their sex episodes in every way she wanted them.

Before the kids came along, Willard and Bev went OTR together, where they enjoyed seeing the country on the company's dime. They had hot, lurid sex in the sleeper of the 18-wheeler, and enjoyed the companionship that many truckers miss when driving. In their younger days they would stop somewhere that seemed like a nice rest area, and would have hormone-prompted sex anytime they wanted.

But when Bev became pregnant with their first son, her jaunts with her gearjamming husband stopped.

When the first baby, and then the second was born, Bev pointed out that Willard needed to get a local job. He resisted at first, but then finally got on with a regional trucking company that delivered to local convenience stores. Most of the time he was home every night, but occasionally, he was gone for a few days at a time. While he was away, Bev, a budding artist, would occupy her time by making crafts, painting portraits and doing sculptures in their basement where she had her studio.

Knowing that Willard was obsessed with oral sex, both in giving and receiving it, Bev began to worry that he was having his needs met sexually during his infrequent trips out of town for a few days. He just couldn't control himself, she knew.

"I can assure you that I always bring it home to you," he told her when she pointedly asked him. Willard loved Bev exclusively, but while small in stature, she could be a real firebrand when she got mad. Willard always thought she was sort of cute when she was mad, unless it was at him.

In response to his assurances, Bev would say, "Okay, but just so you know, if you ever leave me, I'll cut your balls off!" It's not like he hadn't heard that before.

For Willard, the threat was mostly meaningless, but he also got excited at the prospect that his manhood hung in the balance between faithfulness to his wife, and castration if he was ever guilty of infidelity. While being castrated was a unthinkable condition for him, he also harbored lustful thoughts of having his wife in total possession and control of his manhood and his masculinity, as well as in control of his ability to cum. If she held his balls in her hand, she not only possessed his power and ability to cum and to procreate, but she possessed all his future orgasms as well!

Little did he know that when he went OTR this last time, that while he wasn't seeing other women, or "lot lizards" as truck stop whores are called, Bev regarded his going over the road as a form of infidelity. No, he wasn't in his sleeper cab with some hussy in a far away city, but he was still gone, pursuing his dream of the open road while her and the boys were home alone for weeks without end fending for themselves.

During one of Willard's home times, Bev persuaded him to allow her to make a plaster cast of his erect penis and low-hanging balls. Amused and excited, Willard consented, and Bev made the cast, and then filled it with a resin she used for many of her art projects, and was able to make a custom dildo of her husbands equipment to use while he was away. She also had him submit to have his balls made into their own cast so that she could continue to rub her clit with them when he was off to El Paso, or Cleveland, or Medford. Willard was excited and amused that his wife would be pleasuring herself with "him" while he was over the road even if he couldn't feel the sensations himself.

When Bev approached the age of 30, something began to snap in her. It wasn't menopause; she was too young for that. But a vacuum overtook her heart when her gearjamming hubby was gone. She missed his strong masculine body next to hers in bed. She missed his envious cock. She missed his crotch-hungry tongue invading her clit, vagina and anus, and most of all, she missed being able to hotly rub his testicles over her eager female passion trigger! She longed for his masculine physique, powerful pecs and sexually-abled cock, balls and lust. She needed him home to be complete but he wasn't there for her. It didn't matter if he wasn't in his sleeper cab plunging his aroused cock in and out of a cheap truck stop whore: he was still gone and she just couldn't wrap her mind around that anymore.

Whever she talked to Willard about her needs, a pre-programmed response in him kicked in, and he kept giving her the same arguments about the need to provide for his family that he always had, and the conversation ended then and there.

Desperation, despair and irritation gave way to frustration for Bev, and before long, she began to contemplate ways to make good on her promise to castrate Willard if he ever left her as a way to make him come home. She decided to make an eloquent plea with him one last time to get a job locally. If that didn't work, then logic, determination, resolution and focus would take over and in the end, she'd still be able to rub his balls over her clit, push them into her vagina or stuff them into her little anus even if he did go back over the road!

Willard had earned about six days of home time now. When he arrived home at mid-afternoon, he was greeted at the door by his girlish but sensual wife. She was dressed as sexually provocative as she allowed herself during the day time. He became immediately aroused.

"What about the boys?" he asked.

"They're with a sitter," Bev said. She became hotly excited with his manhood and masculinity, and even though he had not yet showered, his musky smell excited her. She began to removed his clothes as he succumbed to the seductions.

"Please Willard," she begged him in a girl-like voice. "Come home for good so that you can cum at home anytime you want to." She was leading him on and teasing him while at the same time issuing her heart's plea to be reunited with her hubby permanently.

Willard, totally focused on the impending sex episode, simply said, "Oh honey, don't start that again. You know I have to work. Let's just go upstairs and get it on. We can talk about that later."

Bev and Willard committed the act of marriage that evening, and stayed together in bed til late at night. They got up to eat, and Bev brought up the subject again while she and Willard snacked, still naked, at their kitchen table.

Willard, claiming to be exhausted, kept waving Bev off on the subject of coming home, even if it meant he would enjoy limitless cumming. They went to bed without resolving the issue, and slept in the next morning. Willard awoke to find Bev laying on his belly and chest with her youngish, sensual butt, pussy and hair-covered crotch facing him. She was sucking and taking his balls into her mouth. The wake-up pleasures sent him over the edge of ecstacy instantly, and he shot his load in rapid-fire bursts into her hair, all over her face, across her girlish tits, into his own pubic hair and into his navel. He obliged Bev by giving her some masterful tongue-love. He licked and tasted her sweet clit, drank from her arousal juices at the fountain of her vagina, and gave her anal-tongue stimulation so that she was wildly arching her back, convulsing with erotic ripples at her tongue-caused pleasures, and actually gushing arousal fluids from her penis pit as she climaxed in a full body orgasm. Unbeknownst to her, she firmly gripped Willard's scotum while she heaved and rocked, stretching, pulling and yanking his balls feverishly, giving him the dangerous thrills of erotic torture.

They slept some more after that, and in the afternoon, Bev brought up the subject again, reminding him of the all-consuming rush their sex life was, "Wasn't that worth coming home for?"

Willard waved her off. "There you go again," he said and walked away just shaking his head. That did it for Bev. She decided to put her plan into place. She went into her basement studio and retrived a modified vegetable slicer that she had fabricated for just this occasion. She took it to their bedroom and hid it in the nightstand drawer. If Willard, by that night's sex time, still hadn't come around to her way of thinking and still refused to turn in the keys of his rig, she'd make good on her promise to nut him for leaving her!

That night, with the boys fed, bathed and in bed, the couple retreated to their room for some intense husband and wife time. Bev had Willard stand in the shower stall, and then she gently, slowly, methodically shaved all his pubic hair off. When she was done, he looked as young as one of his own sons!

"What was that about?" he asked her, excited and aroused at the thought of being hairless for the first time since he was 11.

"You know how you like me to be a little girl?" He nodded. "Well," she said, "I have always wondered what it would be like to do a little boy!"

Willard's chest welled up with lust, arousal and excitment at that and his hairless penis jumped to the occasion. He showered to remove all the public hair and joined Bev in their bed.

Bev outdid herself in seducing her man, and gave him every pleasure he could hope for as a male. He in turn masterfully made her erotically grateful for his tongue. Knowing that Willard got off on her sensual female crotch aroma and fragrance, Bev did not shower prior to coming to bed. Dogs weren't the only animals that loved to sniff butts, and she knew Willard enjoyed the smell of her day long unwashed gential region. She couldn't explain it herself, but she knew that Willard loved her combined pussy, anus, urine, slit, crack and crotch smell to the extent that he invaded her in-between whenever he came in off the road, or was just horney for her. He ate her, drank her, consumed her, smelled her, licked her, gawked at her, and combed her pubes with his teeth in a mindless male-driven lust that only a man with a woman could comprehend.

Knowing that Willard probably would not have changed his mind by bedtime, Bev worked his balls over real good. She banded them and then sucked, flicked, tantilized and pleasurably tormented the shining scrotum until Willard begged her to bring him to an orgasm. She held him off, telling him she wanted to prolong the pleasure by denying him his much-needed frantic masculine release.

"Eat me," she demanded, and he did. While he was tasting her every opening, caressing her every fold, fingering her nipples and clit, and sucking her arousal juices out of her wet pussy, Bev retrieved the modified vegetable slicer from the nightstand, and gently situated the V-shaped blades right beneath Willard's banded, low-hanging nut sack.

Licking his penis with her tongue, and squeezing his banded ball bag with her hand, she slipped a finger into Willard's pulsating anus up to the first knuckle. That was it for him: his pleasurable sensations coupled with the visual stimulation of his wife's girlish crotch, her smell, her feel, her black pubic hair and her pointed nipples rubbing up against his raised thighs all converged at one venue to give him the most powerful, satisfying climax he'd had in weeks. He shot spurt after spurt of male love flow all over Bev's face, in her mouth, and on her breats and into his naval. Ripple after ripple, squirt after squirt, pulse after pulse, the combination of sight, smell, feel and stimulation sucked the masuline climax out of Willard like he'd been hooked up to a powerful sex vacuum! Bev herself let fly with a convulsing orgasm that was so satifying and all-consuming, that she almost forgot about the vegetable slicer, and even momentarily had a fleeting second thought about cutting her husband's balls off.

The couple settled into a near-breathless post-cum afterglow, his man juice dripping from his satisfied cock and her female love nectar oozing from the well or her feminine love pit. After a moment or two, Bev checked the vegetable slicer and made an adjustment. At the very moment that Willard began to think that now was the time for his wife to remove the bands that were slowly strangling his balls, Bev pushed down hard on the vegetable guide, the pressure of which confined her husband's balls against the blade. Willard's cosntricted scrotum was no match for her hand and arm strength, and his balls yielded effortlessly to the V-shaped blade and fell off into Bev's waiting hand without resistance.

The full impact of his castration had not yet settled in, as Willard's neuro-transmitters began sending conflicting messages to his brain. Was that sensation her removing the bands? Did Bev inflict on last squeeze on his nut sack? Had she used, post-cum, some device on his scrotum to prolong his pleasure? Or had she actually gone and done it? Had she made good on her promise to castrate him? Had his small petite, glir-like but determined wife cut his balls off?

As he watched his small wife get off his chest, her beatuful body illumined slightly by the dimmed lights in their bedroom, Willard took note that Bev held something in each hand; in one was the modified vegetable slicer, and in the other was a rounded-looking object that had two distinct little egg-shaped bumps pressing against the edge: Alas, it was his scrotum with its masucline contents. It was in her hand across the bedroom from him several feet away from his crotch where it belonged. Willard instantly knew that Bev had castrated him! He knew that she had made good on her promise to slice his nuts off if he left her. He realized that she had cut his balls off with the slicer and that he was now a nutless eunuch! His testicles were no longer his. He no longer possessed his nuts in his ball bag dangling from his crotch. They were now her prisoners.

"Why, Beverly, why?" he demanded. She shushed him so as not to wake the boys up.

"I told you I would cut your balls off if you ever left me!" she scolded him.

As the pain began to set in, Bev came back in from the bathroom with some first aid supplies, some peroxide and some gauze. As she patched him up, Bev explained to Willard that he gave her no choice. If he insisted on going back over the road in spite of her objections, she was just going to have to cut his balls off, even if it wasn't another woman he was leaving for!

As Bev sat naked on the bed beside Willard tending to his wounds, she kept talking softly, "When you leave, you'll be leaving your balls. When you cross the scales at the ports of entry, you'll be two nuts lighter than you were before. When you're at the truck stops at night and the lot lizards come knocking you won't have the power, ability or wherewithal to obliged them. Sorry honey, but you left me no choice."

As she spoke, Willard began to realize that the excitement he had harbored in the past of giving up his balls to his wife during a sex act had come to pass. His penis leaped at the thought of that, and Bev smiled.

"After I take care of this..." pointing to the wound where his scrotum had been hanging minutes before..."I'll take care of that..." pointing to his growing erection.

Surrendering to the inevitable, Willard asked his hot lovely wife, "What are you going to do with my balls?"

"Oh," she answered lightheartedly, "I'm going to coat them with some flexible silicone covering so that they maintain their flexibility and shape, and then I'm still going to use them to rub my clit, be marinated in my vagina, and fill my anus while you're over the road. When I'm done climaxing with the severed balls of my missing-in-action hubby, I'll push them out of my body and return them to a necklace I've made for just this occaision. I'm going to wear the necklace out in public and your testicles will be dangling on display for everyone to see and comment on!"

His naked nuts on display for everyone to see excited Willard and his penis leaped again. Bev, as promises go, made good on her promise to take care of his man tool, and as she brought Willard to the second orgasm he had that night. As he climaxed she softly told him, "Enjoy it gearjammer, because it's your last!"

In spite of what she'd done to him, Willard still loved his cute little wife intensely. But he was also motivated by the inbred compulsion a man has to provide for his family.

So several days later, Willard was healing quite nicely from his nutting, and fired up his 18-wheeler for another series of runs over the road. Toward the end of the first day, Bev sent him a text message that said, "Dear nut giver, I've decided when you come home the next time, I want to cut your cucumber off with my vegetable slicer: your two harvested raddishes don't seem to get me off like I planned, and I want to have your carrot here with me even if you've left me again. Prepare to surrender your banana when we meet again. Please acknowledge."

With a smile on his face, Willard responded, "Ten-four my slicing and dicing mama!"