The Slingshot

I didn’t want them any more and Angie (my wife) liked the idea of cutting them off. We checked out the various options and banding seemed to be the best for what we wanted, but the idea of having my testicles shrivel up between my legs over a couple of weeks wasn’t really appealing, but there was always the problem of what to do with them if we cut them, also we just felt that they needed a good send off. After all they were quite large (a deciding factor in having them removed since they were always in the way). We started to think of ways to give my masculinity one last hoorah. Then it occurred to me. We set the date and began to assemble what we needed.

Neither of us slept that night anticipating the next morning’s activities. That morning I woke up, took a bath, and shaved then we both went naked into the cool morning air in the back yard. We had already driven two stakes into the ground and between them sat a long wooden bench that I lay down on. My wife asked me one last time if I was sure and when I said yes she picked up the elastrator. She snapped 20 rings onto my scrotum all the while massaging my nuts. When she was done my sac looked like one of those Egyptian women’s necks and my balls were already turning blue. Just as she was about to attach a parachute ball stretcher around my waiting nuts, our neighbor Sarah walked around the privacy fence.

Angie quickly answered the question on Sarah’s mind. “I’m castrating him” she said. “Do you want to help?” Sarah composed herself and then took a couple of steps closer never taking her eyes off my ever darkening balls. “Sure” she said. “What do I need to do?” “Well, first you have to take your clothes off. It’s the least we can do for him.” Angie responded. Sarah stripped as Angie finished attaching the stretcher. Sarah and Angie could have been sisters. They were both slim with dark hair, and there were new similarities, especially their large tight breasts, nipples giving away the chill of the morning. Angie had always kept her bush neatly trimmed but I now saw that Sarah was waxed smooth. Her one pierced labia peeked out from her slit, wet with excitement. Even being so nervous I was harder than ever before. “Oh, that’s good” said Angie. “That way it will be out of the way. I don’t want it getting hurt. I still want to play with it when this is all over.” She rubbed my dick with one hand while running her own hand over her crotch. “Sarah, could you make sure that his dick stays out of the way? You can do it any way you want.” “Sure” said Sarah and she began to stroke me gently.

Angie slipped a large bungee cord over each of the posts and stretched the bands toward my awaiting equipment. Straining her tight body against the bands she barely managed to clip them onto the chains of the parachute restraint. As she slowly released her grip on the bands my sac was stretched to its limit. Despite the fact that my balls were no longer getting any blood they began to ache terribly. Angie went to the garage to get the gardening loppers to finalize my neutering. Sarah, sensing my pain, knelt down next to me and began kissing my stomach and slowly proceeded to my desperately waiting dick. I slowly slid my hand into her now soaking groin. Angie returned and stood straddling me, giving me a perfect view of her tight butt and glistening crotch. As my other hand slid into her soft folds she positioned the loppers in the middle of the stack of rings. I felt the cold blade on my scrotum and within seconds I came. Suddenly, Angie slammed the handles together and “lopped” off my balls. I opened my eyes just in time to see my manhood crest the tree line.

Within a couple of weeks I was all healed up and we had found a source for testosterone. My wife felt that since Sarah was in on my cutting that I was her eunuch too and that entitled her to some use of my “fixed” equipment. Since she had a fear of pregnancy, and since I was no longer swinging a pair, I was soon the only one satisfying her needs. Between her and my wife, my sex life was better than any of my teenage fantasies.

Twenty days after, we were all sitting around when a news report came on the TV. A hiker had come across a shocking discovery, while out in the woods he had found a pair of testicles held in their sac by several rubber bands. We all had a good laugh.