Deceived into castration

One night, a sever thunderstorm came crashing through our neighborhood and knocked out all the lights. Next thing I knew, Pam and Karen were pounding on my door, yelling my name. I let them in and they threw their arms around me and asked if they could stay. I said sure and told them I’d get some pillows for the couch. They both asked why? And I said that I only had one bed. They laughed and said that was alright. Next thing I know I’ve got two women in bed with me. We talked quite a while about different things, when Pam finally asked if they could get undressed. What could I say? Before I knew it they had their night shirts off and then they pressed their warm breasts next to me. I thought I’d die! I could tell that they both had their nipples pierced, they felt cold against my skin. Expecting either one of them to get on top of me any second, I pushed off my underwear, they giggled, and Pam said, “We can’t have sex with you, at least not the way you are.” I said, what do you mean? Karen said, “We’re not into penetration, but we will let you watch us and you can help get us off if you like!” I liked!

In the candlelight of my bedroom I watched as they licked and kissed and moaned and ....

I helped by rubbing them in just the right way and in just the right spot. I couldn’t see all that well, but I could feel Pam’s clitoris, it was hard, and I wanted to kiss it, but Karen wouldn’t let me. Then I felt Karen’s vagina, but barely could feel her clitoris. Finally, they both exploded and were whimpering with pleasure. But I didn’t come, and now my balls ached. We went to sleep in each other’s arms, but when I woke up, I wanted sex bad. Apparently the girls knew that I would. They were in the kitchen making some breakfast and they brought it to me in bed. I thanked them and as I was eating they told me that they were ready to make a deal. I said, “What do you mean?” Pam said, “if you want to screw me, you’ll have to allow me to modify you.” Again I said, “What do you mean?” Listen, she said, “I don’t want some man shooting his load up inside of me. And I’m not going to chance it with a stupid condom. It you want to screw me, I want to modify your penis so that there’s no chance of you squirting your come up inside of me.”

I was curious and a little excited, so I asked her how she planned to modify my male member. She replied that she would first give me a urethra relocation, positioning my urethra out the bottom, below my balls. That done, she said then she wanted to insert a medical balloon used in heart surgery, into the tip of my penis, she would sew the tip shut and after several weeks she would expand the balloon using silicon gel. She told me it was for her, and not for me. She wanted a big head. I was greatly surprised by this, and realized that I didn’t know these women very well, but I wanted too. Then she told me that I’d have to pee sitting down, but she assured me, I’d get the best sex ever! Who wouldn’t agree to that! Expecting her to set some future date, but she said, “Great! Let me get my stuff.” While she was gone, Karen told me that this was a dream come true for Pam. She had never had a penis inside her because she was afraid of a man coming inside her. I asked her what her dream was, and she said I’d have to wait. In a flash Pam was back. She had a plastic bag filled with all sorts of stuff. She uncovered me and was startled by my erection. She giggled and Karen said, “Oh, what a big dick you have!” We all laughed. Then Pam told me that she was going to give me a local anesthesia, which she did. After a minute or two she asked me if I could feel anything? I said no!

Here goes she said. She had a mirror positioned so I could watch. She looked like a regular nurse, mask and gloves and scalpel. She made a small vertical incision at the base of dick, inserted a small but long plastic tube into my urethra and just taped the end in place. Then she sewed shut the other of my urethra opposite were the hose was, because she said she was going to fill in the rest of the urethra, from the tip to the bottom with moldable silicon stick. She reached around and produced a lengthy piece of this stuff, inserted it into the tip of my penis, and pushed it down to the base of where she had just sewed it up. It was a tight fit, my veins were popping, Then, before I knew it, she sliced the tip, from inside with her scalpel, and she told me she needed more room for the balloon. What could I do, Pam was enjoying herself and I was numb from my waist down. She sewed my tip completely shut, leaving just the valve sticking out, and then she declared that she was finished. She told me that now I’d have to remember to pee sitting down, or I’d make a terrible mess. That’s was it. Then she set a date. She said six weeks from today I’ll fill up that balloon, which will expand the tip of your penis to about the size of a large golf ball, and we’ll have sex as many times as can keep it up!

True to her word, six weeks from the day, she knocked on the door. Karen had her tripod and camera, she was going to make a movie for us. I thought that I’d be the dominant one, but Pam was very forceful. She pushed me onto the bed, ripped off my closed and then, Karen handed her what looked like a pump. She inserted the stem into the little valve in my penis and very slowly pumped, the tip of my penis, though thoroughly engorged, grew even bigger. She pulled back the handle and very slowly pumped it again. My penis swelled to ghastly proportions. It started to hurt and Pam pulled the stem out. When I looked again, the tip of my penis looked like a small balloon about to burst, but Pam quickly threw off her underwear and straddled my dick. It was like forcing a balloon in her vagina, but she worked and worked and finally it popped in with such force, that I knew something was wrong. Blood was gushing from her vagina, but it didn’t slow her down. She kept grinding and pumping, but my dick was limp. Karen was yelling, “His dick exploded, his dick exploded!” And finally she stopped. When we assessed the damage, she said she’d have to sew the tip back together, which she did. I didn’t have the orgasm I expected and she didn’t have one either. I was mad at her for awhile but she apologized and told me that she’d make things right once I was healed. Did she ever! She came over weekly to inspect the progress and when I was healed, she rode me like a wild stallion. I had some numbness in the tip, but not enough to cause any problem. This went on for a couple of weeks, but Karen never allowed me to penetrate that tight little pussy of hers. I begged her, but she said, “I will on one condition, I don’t like penises that much, but if you let me make you a vagina, I will!” I said, “What do you mean?” She said, “I want to take your scrotum and make a vagina with it.” I asked her to explain in detail. She said that she’d have Pam make a vertical incision down through the center, then she’d push my balls up inside of my body. Then they’d fashion a pseudo-vagina using the empty scrotum skin to make labia’s. I said, “Are you sure it’ll work?” She was positive. I asked her how much sex she would give me if I allowed her to do this. Karen said, “You can shoot as many loads into me as you can for a whole year!” I agree.

Again Pam went and retrieved her goodies. She gave me a local to numb me and shaved my scrotum. They tapped my penis to my stomach and Pam asked me if I felt any thing down there. I said, nothing. She positioned the mirror so I could see, and Karen had the camera going so we could all watch it later. She rubbed some antiseptic all over my sac and balls, and then said, here we go. She used a special scalpel that cauterized the blood vessels as it cut through, so there was little bleeding. Slowly she cut vertically from the top of the scrotum, completely through the layers of skin, down to the bottom. I expected my balls to just fall out, but the surrounding tissue kept them in place until Karen pulled them free. There I was, exposed to the world, my scrotum cut in half, my balls exposed, unable to move, and feeling no pain. Karen said, “Now we’re going to push your balls up into your body where we’ll sew them in place. Pam stepped forward, accidentally knocking the mirror over. She said, “We’d better not touch it or we might get germs in your wound.” I agreed, and laid back to wait. Pam and Karen though had planned to secretly castrate me. Instead of pushing my balls up in my body, Pam clamped each cord with medical scissors and Karen took some gut and tied them off. I felt a slight discomfort, but I trusted them. Then I heard a giggle. I asked them what was so funny? They said, look! When I did, they leaned their heads back and dangled a odd shaped orb in front of their mouths. Then they giggled and opened their mouths and sucked on them, smacking their lips. Finally it hit me, each of them had a testicle dangling in front of their mouths. I screamed, “YOU CASTRATED ME!” They said yes! and now we’re going to swallow your balls! And with that, they leaned their heads back, dangled my balls in front of their lips. Slowly they opened their mouths as I watched, then they dropped them into their mouths, and I watched as they slowly slid down their throats.

I ended up in the hospital and as embarrassing as it was, Karen and Pam showed up to thank me. I wasn’t mad and they were sorry. It’s been two years now. I used testosterone patches to get me erect, and I’m still having sex with Karen and Pam.