Castrated by Britney Spears

I fantasised of the georgeous curves of her body, her stunning golden blond hair, her lovely face, and not to mention, her luscious breasts.

I was absolutely obsessed. I must have jerked-off at least twice a day to her. Whenever I saw pictures of her in a magazine I had bought, was watching a music video of hers on t.v., or just plain listening to her music on the radio, I was almost always shooting a load to it.

I had always imagined what beautiful Britney looked like naked, and was always downloading nude images of her off the internet all the time so I could jack-off to them. Sure, I knew they were fakes, but I didn't care.

Then, one day came when Britney Spears herself was going to have a concert in my hometown. And although I had never gone to one of her concerts before, (mostly out of embarrassment) because here I was, an adult male going to a concert where no one but little pre-teen girls and anyone under 18 was most likely to be. But I didn't really much

care at this point. I figured, if this was the only Spears concert I went to and no other in my life, it would definately be worth it. But in the meantime, I decided to purchase my tickets.

I was on the phone with the ticket operator, ordering the most expensive seat I could afford, and when the transaction was completed, the operator, a young woman who sounded to be in her late teens, asked me if I would like to purchase an all access, V.I.P. ticket that would get me into restricted areas of the venue that was usually off-limits to most people at the concert, except for other V.I.P.'s and the preformer themselves. The ticket, however, was an extra charge of $250.00. Yet, I thought about it for a moment, and finally decided yes. I thought "What did I have to lose?"

A few weeks later, it was the evening of the concert. I arrived at the local music theatre in town early in the evening before most of the other people arrived and found my seat. It was perfect! Fifth row, center. I was closer to the stage than I had imagined. Still, there was an hour to go before the show, so I just sat patiently and waited.

After about 45 minutes or so, the place was packed with Britney Spears fans. I had to admit, I felt kind of awkward. Since the entire theatre was filled with mostly young teenage girls, and I was the one of the few men there. The others were just fathers accompaning their small daughters to the show, or guys out on a date with their girlfriends.

Then suddenly, the lights dimmed, Britney Spears showed up on stage wearing tight latex clothing that pressed firmly on her tits and her ass, exposing the firm, voluptuosness of the curvature of her exquisite body, and the show started as Spears began to sing over loud pop music.

And it was at that moment that surrounded by hundereds of screaming kids, that I got the most massive hard-on that I had ever had. I tried to stay calm as I crossed my legs to cover-up my erection, as my throbbing penis continued to press hard against the inside of my pants.

As Britney continued singing, I felt as if I was going to cum, but I held off as much as I could. I knew if I sprayed my shorts now, it would be a disgrace, so I kept my thoughts off cumming, and promised myself that I would jerk-off as soon as I got home, as I managed to stop from having an orgasm for the length of the entire concert.

As soon as the show was over, and Britney had left the stage, I got out of my seat, and immediately went backstage to the V.I.P section where I was let in, and was escorted into Britney's private lounge, where I was shocked to find that I was the only one there. The place was empty. I turned to the female security guard who was about to leave when I asked her why was I the only one here, and she replied that not alot of people buy the V.I.P. tickets because of the high price.

As she left and closed the door behind her, I stood in the V.I.P. lounge alone thinking that I was so lucky, to be the only one here, and then suddenly, another door opened, and Britney Spears herself entered the room, alone. She had since changed her clothes from a tight latex combination, to a loose fitting, low-cut top and a miniskirt.

My heart was racing. I nearly fell over backwards, as she came towards me, smiling. "Hi," she said, shaking my hand. "I guess you're the only one who showed up so far."

I was speechless. "Yeah..." I replied. "I guess so...I-I was told that not may people buy them due to the high price."

"Uh-huh," said Britney, smiling. "But I don't really care. It gives us more time to get acquainted. I saw you in the audience, and was hoping to meet you after the show."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my heart lept and I could feel my dick begin to become hard. I tried not to think about it, in hopes that it would stop, but too late. My penis already began to grow harder and started to throb undeneath my pants. There was no denying that Britney had since noticed.

I grew terribly afraid of what was happening. I thought she was going to scream, slap me across the face, have me arrested, or any number of things that I knew could happen, but she just looked down at the throbbing crotch of my pants and smiled. "My, my," she said. "getting excited, are we?"

"What?" I thought. "Y-You mean...you're not angry?" I asked, starting to calm down.

Britney looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and smiled. "Angry?" she said. "No, of course not. I'm flattered that you find me sexually appealing. As a matter of fact...it's turning me on."

"R-Really?" I asked. "But why?"

"Oh...Because after all my concerts, I get so tense, that I need to un-wind, so I find that having sex after my shows tends to relax me. And besides, it's very difficult for me to find single guys at my concerts to fuck, so I usually end up pleasuring myself, and I definately don't want that to be the case tonight." she said, smiling wickedly at me. "And if we want to make sure that we have total privacy, I suggest that you and I get started before other people arrive."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Britney Spears wanted to have sex with me! So without thinking twice, I started to undress, as Britney slipped off her blouse, revealing her round, firm breasts and hard, perky nipples.

I stood awestruck, as I watched her slip off her miniskirt and thong underwear. I looked down and saw her glistening pink labia nestled underneath a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

My cock was throbbing at the sight of her beautiful, naked body. She walked slowly to me and placed her hands on my bare chest; her fingers slowly moving down to my crotch, as she unfastened my belt, and began to undo my pants.

I felt like I was about to cum as Britney pulled my pants down from me; my firm, erect penis was fully aroused. She removed my underwear, took hold of my hard cock and slowly began to stroke it in her soft hand.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she asked, as she got on her knees and began to preform fellatio on me, taking me cock in her mouth and began to suck slowly on it, flicking her touch across its wet head to lap up the tiny drops of pre cum that formed. "Mmmm..." she moaned, "That tastes good..." she said briefly, and continued to give me the best blow job I had ever had.

I thought I was going to cum several times, but Britney did a good job at staving off my orgasm until she was ready to recieve it. And after a few moments, she gradually stopped sucking me off, and then proceeded to fellate my testicles, slowly taking them into her mouth one at a time and sucking on them like candy, but went quickly back to servicing my hard cock; until I couldn't hold out much longer.

I felt my penis throb into an explosive orgasm, as my warm, white semen squirted into Britney's mouth and across her face and breasts. The young singer continued to suck on my dick as sperm ejected from my cock into her mouth, as I watched her drink every last drop from my emptied load from the throbbing tip of my engourged penis, and my warm, sticky jizz dribbling from her lips and chin.

After a moment, or two, Britney rose from her knees, cleaning my spunk from her perfect tits with her fingers and thouroughly licked them clean so as not to waste any. "That was fun." she said, smiling. "Your semen was really tasty, but now it's time for you to service to my needs."

Indicating to her pussy, I got on my knees, and began to preform oral sex on Britney's cunt, my tounge lapping at her sweet female nectar.

As the fragrant juices touched my tastebuds, I could feel my satisfied, limp cock begin to get hard again, as Britney came with such ferocity, she dug her fingernails into my back leaving several scratches.

"You are something else," she said, trembling with ecstasy.

"but we're not finished yet."

As I got up off my knees, Britney led me into her private dressing room, locked the door, and proceed to tie me up with nylon rope.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as she bound my wrists behind my back.

"I'm going to make you mine," she said, as she tied my ankles together, smiling, and began to suck my dick again, bobbing her head up and down on my erect penis...until I came again, my hot semen filling Britney's mouth as she swallowed every last drop once again.

"I hoped you enjoyed that," she said lovingly to me. "because that was the last cum that you'll ever have."

"What do you mean?" I said, feeling nervous, yet excited as my cock was still erect.

Britney smiled like a demoness. "Why...I'm going to castrate you," she said, as she produced a large pair of scissors from her purse.

My penis went flaccid. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "W-Why do you want to do that?" I said, very afraid now.

Britney only smirked. "Because, I want to make you mine." she replied. "I want you to remember this moment for a long time." said Britney, as she advanced toward my helpless testicles with the pair of shears in her hand.

"I tried to protest. "Please!" I said. "Don't castrate me!" Britney only smiled as she ignored my pleas.

"N-No!" I yelled. "Stop!" But it was too late...

...Britney grabbed both my balls in her hand and sqeezed them as tightly as she could, and with the other hand, she began to cut off my testicles. I could feel the cold steel of the scissors slice slowly through the skin of my scrotum

and cut through the cords attached to my balls.

Britney smiled as my left testicle detached from my body and fell between my legs. "There goes the first one." she said, as she continued the procedure and started to cut through the cord of my right testicle. "Say goodbye," she said. "there goes the second one."

And that was it. My right testicle fell loose from my body, and I was now a eunuch. Britney only smiled, as she held my empty scrotal sac in her hand. "I think I'll keep this as a souvenier." she said. "I'll keep it with the others."

"W-What others...?" I said, as I fought through the pain between my legs.

"Well, if you must know," she said, "I have a fetish for castrating young men like you. It's my all time favorite thing to do. I've been castrating guys for a few years, and I have at least thirty-five empty scrotums in my collection, and now yours makes thrity-six." she said, triumphantly.

"What about my balls?" I asked her.

"Oh...I almost forgot." she said, as she picked up my bloody testicles from off the floor and held them in her hand like a prize. "Testicles are an excellemt source of iron." said Britney. "I've got to keep my energy strong, you know."

And just like that, Britney Spears took my raw testicles and proceeded to eat them one at a time right in front of me. She took my first testicle by its dangling cord and swallowed it whole, and then did the same with the other.

I sat there, bound and helpless, as I watched her devour my balls, yet my lovely Britney only smiled an said, "Yummy...I'm feeling much more relaxed already."