Phantom Pain

I was shocked there was nothing there. Then I remembered, two days ago I had been castrated at my request. But this wasn’t supposed to happen. How could my balls hurt so much when they weren’t even there?

I had always been fascinated with castration stories. Pictures rare though they may be were an extreme turn on. I would almost loose my load just looking at a drawing of someone getting castrated. So finally I had made several requests on the Internet before I found someone who would actually castrate me. Most people were afraid this was a come on by some law enforcement agency trying to catch sadists. But after months of trying I found a group of women who agreed to do it under strict conditions. They controlled the time and place and I signed several documents absolving them of all responsibility.

I had to drive my car out of the city to a side road, down it three miles to a camping area near a dried up stream bed. There, as per my instructions I parked the car, got out and opened the trunk. It was a warm sunny day. I was supposed to get into the trunk, lock myself in and get naked, blindfold my eyes and handcuff my hands behind my back. I saw no one around so got naked first, leaving my cloths in the back seat. I put the key back in the ignition and went to the trunk where I climbed in and pulled the trunk shut. In the semi darkness of the trunk I pulled the hood over my head eliminating the small amount of light coming in through the taillights. Next I put the handcuffs on behind my back and waited.

After what seemed like an hour I started to think that I would probably die from the heat and lack of water, that I had been really foolish to believe that these women would do as I asked and set me free again. If they wanted they could just not come and I would have killed myself. As I lay there working my self up to a near panic I heard tires of another vehicle.

“Yo Kenny! You in there?” A female voice asked.

“Yea.”

“Did you follow all the instructions?”

“Yes”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this.”

“Absolutely sure. I want you castrate me. I want you to cut off my balls. I’ve wanted this all my life. You’re doing me a favour.”

“Okay, just making sure. Were going for a drive so just stay quiet in there.”

After driving around for a while, changing directions and speed many time so that I became disoriented the car stopped, with the motor still running. The passenger side door opened and then closed, I knew the squeak. Then I heard a rattling noise, which I took as a roll up garage door being raised. Then the car moved forward a short way and the driver also got out. A few moments later the trunk was slowly raised.

“Ah, good he did follow instructions.”

I was roughly hauled out of the trunk of my car and walked across a concrete floor, which was cold and gritty on my bare feet. After walking twenty feet or so with a hand guiding each arm I was turned around and then made to back up a step. My backward step had run into something cold and metallic, not solid but a series of pieces or wires. I was tied to this metal contraption by several warm soft hands. My arms were tied near my shoulders, elbows and wrists. Likewise my legs were tied in three places, just under the crotch, above the knees and at the ankles. A rope was also tied around my throat and across my eyes holding my head in place as well. I was so tightly bond that I knew there was no turning back now. These girls or ladies, who ever they were, were serious about making sure I didn’t get away. Now I was a little scared and excited at the possibilities. I had told them in the add I had posted that they could torture me as long as there was no permanent damage other than the castration.

So hear I was tied at the mercy of a group of women, at least two and I suspected it was three or four from the voices and number of hands tying me. What would they do? Had I been foolish? Was I totally insane to want this at all? I decided the answer to the last was a decided yes; I must be out of my gourd. But his is what I have wanted for years. To be at the mercy of a group of women who beat and rape me and as the final act of revenge for what many an evil male has done to them the castrate me. Leaving me less than a man.

“Look at that” I heard a voice say. “He does want this. He has a raging hard on.”

“We will change that soon enough!” Another cold sharp voice said, just before I felt the lash of a whip strike my bare stomach. Then another hit my right leg and another my left arm. This continued until my skin was raw from my face to my feet. The blows that struck where previous ones had hit stung all the more. I tried to keep quiet. I ground my teeth, willing my self not to scream out like a wimp but in the end I was blubbering like a baby.

The whipping stopped as suddenly as it had started. As I hung there in my bondage one of the women lifted my head and gave me a drink of water.

“Thank you.” I whispered, for I had no strength left to speak up fully.

“I’m not being nice. I want you conscious so you feel the rest of what we do to you.” I was told in turn by the voice that had first spoken to me when they arrived at my car.

After a few moments of recovery I was fully awakened by a tremendous kick to the crotch. This caught me totally off guard and hurt like nothing I have previously been subjected to. The pain was so intense I puked up the water they had just given me along with whatever was left in my stomach.

When I was about recovered I got another kick to my already aching testicles. This continued for several minutes until one blow was too much and I passed out.

I came to when someone splashed water on me. I gasped for air and to relieve some of the pain in my gut. Once again I was allowed to rest for a few moments.

About the time I started breathing normally again I could several sets of hands attaching something cold to me, actually numerous small cold spots on my chest, sides thighs, cock, one on each side of my balls etc. I was wondering what I was in for next when a sharp zap of pain ran into my chest and side. Then I felt another quick one through my cock and lower tummy. Then followed by a series of the same sharp lightening like jabs randomly zapping me through the things they had attached to my body. It had to be something electrical was all I could think of as I was jabbed in alternating spots. The ones on my sides seemed to hurt the most making me finally scream. When the zapped one right through my nuts it made me explode in orgasm and cry out in pain at the same time.

Once again they allowed me a few moments rest. I was wondering whether I was in for the castration yet or more torture first. I soon found out as someone started to push a catheter into the urinary tract of my penis. This catheter was not the usual plastic but a thin metal rod that was forced into my penis. It may also have been coated with something because I could soon feel a warm sensation that quickly turned to an itch then a slow burn.

After a few moments an electric current was passed through this metal rod sending one of their lightening bolt jabs down the full length of my penis. The current continued and I could smell my cock burning from the inside out as I screamed in agony until I passed out once again.

When I came to, my blindfold had been removed but my captors, five women, were all masked. Each had a lovely figure but no faces could be seen. Some were tall, other short. Some busty some not so large. One had pants so tight you could the exact shape of her pussy lips.

“We wanted you to watch this last part.” The shortest one said in that familiar voice I recognized as the driver.

She stepped forward and put a long slim fish knife under my scrotum and drew it across from left to right. I felt a searing burning sensation and blood started to drip to the floor beneath my feet. A tall slim girl stepped forward and took the knife. She sliced upward from where the previous cut ended up along the right side of my penis. Next a medium-sized woman with a huge bust stepped forward and took the knife. She cut across the top of my penis and then started to saw down into it. I tried to scream but found I was gagged. Another tallish girl stepped forward and took the knife; she cut down the left side completing the circle of open wound around my cock and testicles.

The last woman was rather plump. She took the knife and put in underneath where the first cut had started. With her other hand she grabbed my cock and pulled up hard severing my manhood which she pulled away from my body. Probably due to the loss of blood and at the sight of manhood being lifted upward toward my face I passed out for the third time.

When I awoke I was once again in the trunk of my car back where I had parked it earlier that day. Only now it was dark. I tumbled out of the unlocked trunk and found they had bandaged my crotch. My clothes were in the back seat where I had left them earlier. I gingerly put on my pants and shirt. I had no strength to bother with shoes, socks or underwear.

I weakly got behind the wheel of my car where I found a typed not on the steering wheel.

It read: We enjoyed you immensely. Each of us, have been brutally raped at some time or other. You will never know the healing effect that revenge on your body has given us. For your kind act and the fact that you are no longer a hated male we wish you all the best. We suggest you go to a hospital or otherwise seek medical attention. It wouldn’t do to get an infection or bleed to death. Do take care. We wish you all the best with your new life.

I did as they suggested. The doctors reported the incident to the police who after some minor surgery so I could pee properly in the future (sitting down only) questioned me at length. I refused to identify my attacker as they described it. I was threatened with obstruction of justice but eventually they gave up and left me alone.

I must say that now that I have survived, that session was the thrill of my life. I have can’t help but keep thinking about it over and over and about the letter they left me.

I do have one problem however. I still have pain in my cock and balls, and they are not there. I talked to the doctor about this. He said it is not uncommon. The damaged nerves are sending signals to my brain about the damage that my brain is interpreting as coming from lower down the nerve. He says it will fade away over a few weeks. But for now it is the strangest feeling to walk along the street and have a sudden jab of pain like they shot a bolt of electricity through my nuts again and to know I have no nuts to actually hurt or feel the pain I am in fact feeling.