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Tomorrow was the day Mother was due home, so that means today is the day I destroy my Daddies balls
I had been so rough on John this week
he was always still asleep when I woke up in the morning
I decided to take things slow today
after I got up, showered, and got dressed, I woke John up and told him to shower, shave, and go fix breakfast
he was still moving very slowly, but he did as told while I played on my computer
I had download several ways to castrate a man, and was deciding just how I wanted to do it
all I knew was I wanted it painful, and I wanted it to take a long time
When John called breakfast, I went downstairs and he had outdone himself this morning eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, pancakes with strawberries, all my favorites Not sure if this was a bribe to go easy on him today, or if he was just showing his respect for me... whichever, it was good... there was plenty left over, so, when I went back upstairs to my computer, I told him he could eat whatever was left before he cleaned up... About an hour later, I came downstairs ready to start with John... the kitchen was totally clean and he was doing laundry in the basement... when he came back up, I ordered him to stand at attention, arms behind his head, legs spread wide... he had recovered nicely from all the abuse I had given him this week, just a few bruises on his wrists... he was still smooth from the hair removal job I did to him earlier in the week... his cock was limp... I was proud of his ball sac... with all the stretching I had done to him, it hung down a good 10 inches or more... and his nuts were at the very bottom, so his cords have been stretched as well... when he was on all fours, his nuts would almost touch the ground, swinging from side to side between his legs... when he walked, they bounced from one thigh to the other... I figured if he ran, they might actually hit hard enough to hurt... I pulled a dog collar out from my pocket, and put it around his neck... I told him was to be my puppy today... on all fours at all times and he could only bark... he immediately dropped to his hands and knees... I attached a leash to his collar and led him outside... I told him he had to do his business before we could continue... kind of puzzled, and not sure what to do, I told him to pee on the tree... he trotted down to the tree behind the shed, raised his right leg and started to pee... but, being new at this, he peed all over himself, which was fine... When he had finished, I took the leash off and got an old ball from the shed for the next 30 minutes, we played fetch I would throw the ball, and he would trot over and pick it up in his mouth and bring it back I love watching his nuts swing as he trotted on all fours shame, they would be gone by tomorrow I got hot and sat down under the tree, when John, all on his own, came over and laid his head in my lap for some unknown reason, I found myself stroking his hair and scratching his ear freaky, huh? He was really getting into this pup play game at one point, he rolled over on his back, paws up, and I rubbed his belly as I rubbed his belly, the oddest thing happened he was getting an erection on his back, legs and arms up, and his cock was getting hard I kept rubbing and it got harder and harder I reached over and pulled the foreskin off his penis, and it was full of precum when I touched his cock, it grew out of its foreskin, and was standing at full mask then, I remembered that stupid episode of South Park Red Rocket so, I started to play with his cock; stroking it up and down, faster and faster just then, he shot stream after stream of cum in the air it landed all over him I wiped what cum that was on my hand in the grass, and John just rolled over and put his head in my lap again still covered in cum It amazed me just how much he was enjoying being a dog, and even more that I kind of like having him as my puppy Morning turned into afternoon, and I still had some work ahead of me I got the hose and hosed John off, him on all fours like a dog still, making sure the water landed on his nut sac several times, and led him into the shed from all the previous times I have used him in the shed, he was very leery about going in, but I just pulled hard on the leash, and he followed I positioned him directly under the hoist and ordered him to sit up I tied off his hands and duct taped them, then attached the hook to his wrists he knew what was coming next, but never made an effort to complain I turned the crank slowly, raising his arms over his head, and then pulling him to his feet, till he was on tip toes, suspended from the hoist I got a rag and was going to gag him, but as I put it too his mouth, he shook his head No and for some reason, by the way he did it, I could tell it wasnt in protest, but that I wouldnt need to gag him today so, I left it out Leaving him there, I went up to the house to get my supplies for the afternoon when I returned, I carefully laid them out on the corner table, in full view of John I had a box cutter, some super glue, pliers, scissors, some gauze, and some antibiotic ointment John, seeing the items, never made any effort of protest somehow I think he knew what was coming going over to the crank, I raised him up off his feet he swung freely, no struggle at all I got the ropes and secured his ankles to the side walls, spreading his legs wide his ball sac was hanging very low, swaying back and forth in the breeze his cock was limp and dangling down about halfway down his sac he was ready But, before I nutted him, I wanted to let him know just who he was to me John, there is something I think you need to know before we continue I didnt know till just a few days ago, but Mother told me you are my Father I was expecting some big shock or plea or revelation from him, but he just smiled and nodded he knew not sure for how long he knew, but he did; and he was letting me do whatever I wanted with him guess this answered my final question on why he was letting me have my way with him.. He must have figured, to be close to me, his daughter; he would sacrifice anything and everything did this revelation change my mind, HELL NO I took his right nut and rolled it around in my hand, getting a feel for just how it felt, the shape, the size, etc I pressed in gently with my fingers; judging Johns reaction as his nut compressed tighter and tighter when I saw his face turn red and his breathing getting faster, I released it next, I took my finger and flicked his right nut several times with each flick, he cringed some finally it was time I reached for the pliers and grabbed his right nut firmly between their teeth I started to squeeze, slowly at first, till my gentle squeezing no longer made a difference he was panting and you could see the fear in his eyes, but he never said a word I twisted his nut, which caused him to jerk some finally, I pressed with all my might for about 3 seconds, nothing happened, then POP! His nut cracked John yelled for about a second, and then passed out while he was out, I felt his nut it was still in one piece, but you could feel it had popped open I proceed to squeeze it over and over, like kneading dough, and after awhile, it felt more like mashed potatoes than a ball While John was still out, I took the box cutter, went around behind him, found the very top of nut sac, just where it connects to his body, and made a small slit about an inch long there was a little blood, so I used the gauze to soak it up after a bit, it quit bleeding I took my finger and stuck it inside his sac, and fished out the entire smashed ball I also pulled out the cord it had been attached too, cut it, and super glued the end closed John was now a one nut wonder I got a bucket of water, and splashed Johns face, bringing him too he was immediately crying and fidgeting but, legs tied and hanging from the ceiling, he wasnt able to move much I had put the smashed ball in a small bowl, and showed him what I had done the tears came faster, but he had hushed we had been playing pup all day, and now, even his eyes looked like that of a scared puppy dog setting the bowl down, I went around behind him again and grabbed his sac I stuck my finger in and fished out his other cord I pulled till I had about 10 inches of cord outside his sac, with his ball was at the opening I had cut it was bigger than the opening, so I had to squeeze his nut and force it out John howled when I did, but his nut came tumbling out of his sac, and hung down by its cord he had hushed again, and was shivering like he was cold only thing I could think of was the air around his nut was giving him chills you know, it has never been outside his body before his ball was snow white except for the veins in the cord I took my finger and flicked it, causing to sway back and forth when I did this, it sent John into frenzy guess, without his sac to shield it some, the flick was way more intense I grabbed his nut and rolled it around between my fingers causing his breathing to get very erratic I pulled it up and out so he could see his last vestige of manhood hanging between his legs when he saw it, he started to cry I mean really cry no begging, no screaming, nothing like that, just crying I let go and his nut dropped down swinging between his legs again I decided to torment him some, and went up to the house to make some sugar water putting it in a spray bottle, I sprayed his last ball with the solution now, this didnt hurt, the water I think even may have made it feel good it was cool and wet but, in the hot summer heat, and in the shed, it didnt take long before mosquitoes where having their way with his nut I sat down and watched for over an hour one mosquito would land on his nut, bite him, suck for a few seconds, then fly off then, another would take its place after awhile, there were as many as 5 mosquitoes on his ball at one time this drove him crazy I know the sensation to scratch must have been unbearable where each mosquito had bit him, left a little bump on his nut... Soon, his whole ball was covered with bumps all he could do was just hang there and whimper After awhile, I got tired of watching, and got the scissors I held them in front of Johns face so he could see what I was going to do he just looked at me and nodded, like he was giving me his permission to cut it off I grabbed his cord up close to the top, and snip I caught his last nut before it hit the ground I laid it in the bowl with the smashed one, and glued his cord shut... then I pushed the stub of his cord back inside his sac I dont think John felt it when I cut his cord, at least not pain I do think he felt relief from the urge to scratch, because he stopped fidgeting He had calmed down a lot now I went up to the house and got several bottled waters the first one I opened and offered to John he took several deep gulps next, I went around behind him, found the open in his sac, and poured the rest of the bottle in his sac filled some, and sank down low I opened another bottle and poured that in then a third his sac was as big around as a soccer ball the weight of his sac was causing him some discomfort, but he was fine otherwise it looked really weird then, it occurred to me just what I had done besides the little game I just played, I had just castrated my father how many girls can say that? he was a eunuch no longer a man, but a thing my thing I left John hanging there with his huge sac while I went up to the house I fixed dinner for myself, watched some TV, and played on my computer Mother called and said they would be back tomorrow around lunch Not wanting to surprise Mother like I did with Buck, I told her what I had done to John she was mad, of course, but would take care of things when she got home tomorrow she asked if he needed medical help, and I said he was fine so, I guess I will be getting mine tomorrow, and since I ruined John, he would be gone by tomorrow night and, you know, I was kind of sad unlike Buck, and despite the fact that John was my father, I had gotten use to having him around It was almost dark outside when I went back down to the shed Johns head was resting on his chest, but he wasnt asleep or passed out his sac was still full of fluid and was sagging down below his knees his wrists were ice cold to the touch and his ankles had swollen twice their size I cut his legs free then went to the crank and released the catch but, rather than let him drop, I slowly lowered him to the ground while he lied there quietly, I untied his hands and examined his sac by slowly squeezing his bag, I was able to push the water out the opening in the back what was left looked like a big, deflated balloon stretched and wrinkled he was totally spent I told him to stand up, but his feet didnt work right yet so, I actually helped him up to the house and to his palette I then fixed him some dinner and took it to him while he ate; I put some more antibiotic ointment on his sac, and gave him some antibiotics I had left over from when I had the flu I thought this might help to keep him from getting infected when he was finished eating, I turned the light off and let him go to sleep what was wrong with me? Why was I being so nice to him? Several days ago, all I could think about was his total destruction
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