Castration Teamwork - Conclusion

Zangs101

From Part One

Without planning on it and without expecting it, after that first night when Lisa and her mom went to that women's meeting with Rachel, Lisa became "one of the girls". Her mom even slowly ended discussing anything of an adult nature with her husband and took these issues up with Lisa instead.

Were they all "proper" things for a woman to talk with her fourteen year old about? Most people would yell "No" quite loudly, but Sherry's excuse for handling things this way was a simple one - she didn't give a damn what "most people" would have said, especially since they wouldn't know about it anyhow.

She began slowly at first to see how Lisa took to having her mom come to her with things that no kid's mother did, but after quickly seeing that her daughter liked this and could easily handle it, Sherry was soon hanging out in her daughter's room in the evenings and talking with her about things like how her father wanted sex too often, and even how he didn't especially satisfy her mom anymore.

There were many reasons why Sherry wanted to tell Lisa things like this, but one of the biggest ones was that it was another method of figurative "cutting Roy's balls off". Telling their teenage daughter about his sexual performance in bed, or more pointedly, the lack of it could hardly be described as much else other than a good way of doing some verbal nut-cutting. Talking to her about how much fun it was to get after her dad especially good sometimes to deliberately "leave him impotent" later on in bed which, as Sherry explained to Lisa, happened a lot now.

"If I've really bitched at him that day, a lot of times he can't get it up after we go to bed" Sherry told Lisa in a quiet voice one night after supper while Roy was cleaning up the supper dishes and Rick was out someplace. "Aw, and it's so cute to see how flustered and embarrassed a guy gets. They're so sensitive about their weenies." Then Sherry gave Lisa a woman-to-woman grin. "Of course it probably doesn't help a guy when his wife mocks him for bringing such a wimpy looking little dick to bed, either." Mother and daughter giggled away like a pair of little girls the moment the topic got around to the tiny penis of Lisa's dad.

Mother-daughter discussions like this became very frequent as time went by. Ever so gradually, the two male members of the household were being shut out of a good many things around there. But that was okay because all they had were cocks and balls - the symbols of weakness and lesser status. At least this was how both Sherry and her daughter were soon agreeing.

The two of them grew very close as they continued attending meetings every Monday night of a group that may have been considered "too adult" for a girl Lisa's age, but again, her mom didn't care what anyone else would think. If Lisa wanted to go to male-bashing meetings once a week with her mother, no one else had anything to say about it and Sherry, of course, was just thrilled to see her daughter taking an interest in ideas about strong women and weak men.

So those little huddles up in Lisa's bedroom continued, sometimes to the point where both Lisa and her mom could see jealousy on sixteen year old Rick's face at all of the secrecy. But the women merely had more giggles over "poor Ricky-boy" and his most likely "tiny cock". In fact, before very long at all, the two females in that house spent a great deal of time off by themselves, making fun of both Rick and his dad. For being male. For having penises. For having testicles. Almost anything about these simple facts could send both Sherry and Lisa right into hysterics as they poked fun at the two so-called men of the house. Soon they were regularly trading ball-kicking jokes and comments all the time, and then, castrating ones. It grew funnier and funnier until eventually both of them came to realize the best part of their new close relationship.

They weren't especially joking anymore. The talk and giggles about Sherry kicking Lisa's father right in the balls or Lisa doing the same thing to her brother turned into "I wonder how we should work it" types of discussions.

And again, without it ever having been planned on, Sherry and Lisa started to seriously talk about when each of the guys should be "informed" that the household would now be totally female-run.

How Rick and his father would be "informed" of this was easy. That would be taken care of with a good groin-kick. Lisa would do Rick and her mom would do Roy. All that remained was to decide when this important event should take place. And while Rick watched a football game with his dad one Sunday afternoon, his mom and sister were again upstairs in Lisa's room, gabbing away as Rick called it. But neither he nor his dad had any idea that the topic of conversation up there was probably the last one that either of them could have ever guessed, or believed for that matter.

It was all about when the guys should be kicked in the balls. It was now a definite plan that was going to happen. It had to happen now. A number of weeks of going to those bitch meetings had really set mother and daughter off about the whole "guy thing" and they knew that, in the name of their own self-respect as females, the two penises of the house would need to be taught a big lesson about how to treat women.

Up in Lisa's room, while Rick and his dad watched their football downstairs, and as Sherry and Lisa were talking about their exciting plan to "inform" the guys of the new all-female policy in the house, they already suspected something without saying it.

That kicking the guys in the balls would only be the beginning of things. Both of them - Sherry and her ninth grader - had further plans involving the testicles around there. But they had to start it somehow, and using their knees on the guys was the obvious place to begin.

Beginning of Part Two

It was those Monday night meetings! It had to be, thought Rick as he listened to his mom giving it to his dad but good once again. She was bad before, but now it was almost beginning to look to Rick as if his mom was getting off on the pussywhipping job she was doing around there these days. And not just to Rick's dad but to Rick himself, too!

It would have been impossible for a kid of sixteen not to see that his mom got after him and his father all the time, but acted as if his younger sister could do no wrong. Another guy Rick's age might have been good and pissed off by Lisa'a reaction to hearing her mom taking one or both guys in her family to task, but not Rick. It didn't bother him one bit to see the way Lisa would enter the room right after he'd "gotten it" for something, with that self-righteous smirk on her pretty face as she made it obvious enough that she'd heard the whole thing.

A thing like that definitely could piss a guy off, but not when he was the kind of brother who kissed his sister's rear end in his mind because she was female. To a guy like this, it was perfectly proper for a girl to enjoy the fact that she was so clearly her mom's favorite. Sure, it made Rick jealous as hell too, which was only natural, but the jealousy always came in the form of a good hard-on. And Rick found this combination excitingly delightful. He could feel so jealous that his face grew warm, but he'd still get himself a nice erection at the same time.

Certainly, as a guy, he was well acquainted with an erect penis, but getting a "good boner" out of pure, undiluted jealousy was a brand new and most exciting discovery. Just over the past month or two Rick had begun experiencing erections like these - about his sister's being a girl and having all the accompanying privileges, and now over the way that Lisa and their mother were getting so chummy together, and how Lisa never "got it" about much of anything. There wasn't the least bit of anger in her brother about the fact that she was her mommy's little angel. He was too busy jerking off about the very fact that the pulsing dick in his own hands apparently put him in coach while Lisa - and her boobs - rode first class. Rick saw this as only right. Because Lisa wore the bra! A little item of clothing which her brother was coming to recognize as a sort of symbol of superiority. At least it seemed to be in his house, but it got him too horny to feel anything like resentment about.

As his wife - and his daughter - became more and more mouthy, Roy did all he could to "suck it up" like a proper guy who knew who was who naturally would. All he needed to do was think about that damned story that had gotten him so hot! The one he went back to and read over and over. Those girls and their idea of some private "retribution" against the male sex for all the raping and sexual assault that their own sex went through. That wonderful story of underage girls selecting adult male "targets" for what they thought was a much-deserved groin-kicking! And the beautiful arrogance of their awareness regarding how easily they could get away with pulling a stunt like that. To Roy, that entire story had taken on all the exquisiteness of some gorgeous painting or other work of art. It was magnificent! And he worked harder and harder at acting as if he could just as easily face the same "retribution" right there at home if he didn't watch himself.

So whenever Sherry got on his case about anything at all, and Roy didn't care what it is, he fell into the role of the classic "Yes, dear" husband. He found this rather to his liking anyhow, and it was so enhanced by how obvious his daughter was about listening to him getting it and enjoying herself so tremendously. A cocky little grin in his direction right after a good pussywhipping, and then turning to walk away, always with that wiggle that spoke a thousand words to her dad all by itself. When Roy gave it some real thought, he didn't think he had it half bad around his house.

How many guys were used as the doormat of their wives and daughters and found themselves nice and sexually aroused by it? Being pussywhipped was nothing but a fucking privilege when a guy truly saw the big picture, which Sherry's husband and Lisa's father did. Roy could see the big picture so clearly that he considered himself fortunate that it wasn't illegal - at least not yet - for a guy to gaze at his own daughter's backside. Not that he minded the idea of even that being a criminal offense of some kind. There was even something rather sexy about such a thing!

Sherry was seeing Rachel at least twice a week on average, and it wasn't very long before Lisa figured out what was going on there.

"It's okay" she told her mother one evening during another mother-daughter chat up in Lisa's room. "Hey, if you could tell anyone, I hope it would be me!"

After that Sherry couldn't possibly not tell her daughter that yes, she was involved with another woman "that way", but it wasn't very hard to tell a girl like Lisa this news. Not when she herself called it a rather neat way of "kicking Dad in the balls without him even knowing it". It would appear that her attendance at those bitchy meetings of Rachel's group were having a definite effect on the girl. Sherry was liking that a lot!

"Speaking of which" her mom said in reply to this, "I think it's about time for the guys to be officially informed about the new policy in this house.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with anticipation. Yes! they were plainly saying. It is about time.

All that really remained anyhow was to decide when, where and how the two of them would go about it. And this did require a bit of discussion between Sherry and Lisa. Just how did a woman plan a twin groin-kicking of her husband and son with her daughter? It wasn't likely to be found in any book on family life. At least not so far!

They devoted one of their evening mother-daughter chats just to this plan. It was a Monday night. Roy and Rick were slouched in front of the television set down in the living room, watching Monday Night Football. Upstairs, at the very same time, Sherry and Lisa were going over the details of how the two guys would be kicked in the balls and thereby informed of the fact that this house would be completely female-ruled from then on.

"Miami's gonna get skunked!" Rick commented to his dad.

"Yeah, they're pretty bad all right" said Roy. Obviously the conversation going on in the living room was a bit more on the dull side than the one taking place right up in Lisa's room at the same moment.

"Friday night!" Sherry was telling Lisa. They were missing Monday Night Football, but they were just back from another Monday night meeting of Rachel's women's group, and were actually much more interested in balls and kicking than the two guys watching the game on tv were. "That way it won't interfere with work or school the next day. I mean, just in case they don't feel all that much like doing anything the morning after." One did need to plan things - even a ball-kicking. Perhaps especially a ball-kicking.

"You mean they could still be feeling it the next day?" Lisa wanted to know. She looked both surprised and pleased at the same time.

"They could" her mom told her. "But I'd recommend that we don't, you know, give 'em all we've got or anything. After all, we don't want anyone going to the hospital over this."

"So like, how hard do we do it?" asked Lisa, as if innocently inquiring about how some sport is played.

"Use your knee" said Sherry very matter of factly. "Get good and close somehow - you'll be able to do that easily enough. And then just bring your knee up as hard as you can. You'll be too close to have any damaging force in it, but believe me, it'll be quite sufficient to get the job done anyway."

"What would happen if we kicked with our legs as hard as we could?" Lisa naturally wondered, chewing her lower lip as she pondered the finer details of giving a guy a good swift kick in the rocks. Before this, she'd always assumed a kick in the nuts was a kick in the nuts.

Sherry shrugged. Even after having been taking Lisa to those meetings and treating her more and more as the obvious favorite around home, it still felt rather strange to be having a discussion with her, right up in her bedroom, about how they would go about kcking her dad and brother in the balls. It even crossed Sherry's mind that none of her ordinary girlfriends, such as the other moms she knew, would ever be able to believe this. She wasn't all that sure she believed it herself.

"It would really depend" she said to her daughter. "But if you caught the testicles with the tip of your shoe, for example, and you had kicked your leg up really hard, that could cause some permanent damage of some sort, at least from what I've always heard about it. Anyway, all we want is the pain, not to be answering questions from some doctor, okay?"

"So the knee should be okay?" Lisa asked her mom. Now she wanted to be sure about this.

"It'll be fine!" her mom assured her. "With your knee you don't get as much force, but since you have the fat part of your leg doing it, you get more weight and all you're doing is kind of mashing that sac just enough to teach a guy about how weak having it makes him. Which is, of course, our goal here."

By the time Monday Night Football was over with and the guys were going off to bed, they did so having no idea in the world that their own groin-kicking had just that evening been scheduled for the upcoming Friday night by the two females of the house. But what guy would think such a thing? Even a totally pussywhipped husband doesn't have a thing like this occur to him, nor does a teenager who already knows that he'll never be anything but second in line because of his sister.

The week passed very normally. School for Lisa and Rick, work for their parents, and the usual after-school and after-work activities, whatever they happened to be. One thing Sherry made a point of doing was grounding her son for the coming weekend over some trivial nonsense in order to make darn sure he didn't go screwing things up with plans of his own for Friday night. With teenagers, a thing like going out somewhere on a Friday was a near certainty, but Rick's mom and sister had big plans of their own for him this week and he obviously had to be kept home for them.

Rick might have gone out on that Friday evening, but when his mom grounded him - and right in front of Lisa, of course, who stood by with her usual smirk - he didn't have it in him to offer the least protest. Just seeing his younger sister looking so uppity about it was payment enough for the guy. All Rick wished was that he could somehow thank Lisa for acting exactly like he thought she should around their house. He also felt that he should thank her for the way she turned and walked out of the room after he got grounded over having overlooked one little chore - with that lovely behind of hers practically dancing in what looked suspiciously like delight.

Did other guys know that a girl's rear end could actually show a thing like delight? Rick kind of doubted if most of his friends were intelligent enough to appreciate a thing like this, for they were really little more than dumb typical high school guys. Even Rick was now beginning to see this as clearly as any girl could. But he was rather proud of himself for being able to recognize things which he never had in the past, things that his buddies almost certainly were too stupid to see. That the very ass of a female could itself look as if it were mocking a guy, laughing at him, or even just expressing plain old satisfaction over a given situation, merely by how the chick in question made it move when she walked away. For Rick it was a humiliation that he wouldn't mind being drowned in.

Roy was the one who suspected, at least a little, that something was about to happen around his house. Sherry and Lisa were huddled in Lisa's room as often as usual, but both also had this funny look in their eye when Roy happened to pass them anywhere in the house. A kind of amused look. That wasn't even a new thing, but now it seemed more pronounced.

And then there was the way that Sherry, although she still kept after Roy, seemed to be going unusually light on his this week. It wasn't any total about-face or anything like that. She was still bossy enough, but now was going about it almost as though addressing a child or something. Patronizing. That was it, Roy was thinking by Wednesday. Sherry was being almost patronizing with him.

He liked this well enough, but that, along with the feeling around there now, was making him wonder what was going on. There was no one thing he could see that stood out - other than Lisa's boobs when she went through the room in one of those knit tops of hers with her chest thrust forward nicely - it was just a weird sort of awareness of something about to happen.

It was on Wednesday evening when Sherry visited Rachel and told her, over a bottle of wine, all about how the plan was on for Friday night. Thinking about it and talking about it for as long as Sherry had been was one thing, but knowing that it was now a fixed plan with a date and rough time picked out was another. She was a little nervous and told Rachel this.

"It would be strange if you weren't" said Rachel. "All you need to do, I think, is remember all the stuff you've been hearing about in those meetings you and Lisa have been going to. I have a feeling that when the time comes, you'll find yourself not only more than able to go through with it, but anxious to do it as well."

"That's just it" replied Sherry with a giggle. "I'm anxious now, and so's Lisa. It's just that, you know - I've been thinking about what I'm teaching my daughter and everything. And I'm still firm enough about that too, but it does make a woman stop and think. After all, this isn't just a couple of strangers me and her are going to pop. It's her dad and brother, you know?"

Rachel offered all the support and encouragement that she could, for she didn't care who the guys involved were. More than that, she saw it as a twice-as-loud statement by a woman if she had the courage to dare do such a thing in her own house, and she made a point of telling Sherry this.

"She's home, but I think she needs to just not be thinking about it all the time, you know what I mean? She seemed to want to just watch tv up in her room tonight and kind of forget about things for a little while."

Rachel nodded at this. It probably was just as well to leave the kid concentrate on something a bit more typical, now that things were so close to happening. It all truly was a whole lot more involved than anyone might think it was, and even Rachel, who had no children of her own, could see that much.

When Rachel took Sherry by the hand a while later and led her to the bedroom, Sherry had one of the strongest needs in her for making love with another woman that she'd ever had. It was a short but extremely intense lovemaking that took place in Rachel's bed, but as the two women feverishly humped away, crying out in woman to woman passion, it did cross Sherry's mind that doing this seemed to fit right in with a plan to knee Roy in the balls two nights from now. Having a woman. Indulging in the wonderfully liberating sensation of sexual pleasure without any penis there to spoil the picture.

And when Sherry's orgasm flooded through her, the height of it seemed to be centered around this very fact. That she was experiencing such terrific sex while "locking the cock out of the room" as it were. Two nights before a woman plans to kick her own husband in the nuts, a thought like this not only can make perfect sense, but can also be more erotic than anything else comes close to.

Lisa was right. Oh, she was so right! It did feel exactly like Sherry was giving Roy a good figurative kick in the balls by making love with Rachel. How incredibly appropriate such an idea was just before she would be doing it for real. Doing it figuratively as a kind of first step to the true act itself!

Every married man should be made to see it just one time! He should be forced to see it as part of getting married at all! His own wife humping another woman. Nice, passionate lovemaking in a nice huge bed while two pair of panties lay on the floor next to it! No sign at all of anything male in the room! Oh, was it ever sweet! This was all Sherry could think about now, as those misgivings she had been talking over with Rachel a bit earlier melted like ice on a warm day. They just totally vanished! They were as gone as gone can be.

As Sherry left Rachel's condo a short while later, she told her friend and lover exactly how she felt at that moment. That she was now more eager than ever to "inform" Roy about where his place in her house was going to be.

"What about Rick?" Rachel asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Don't forget about him now!"

"Like father, like son" Sherry replied as she kissed Rachel.

"Call me if there's anything I can do to help" said Rachel as she saw Sherry out.

There was really nothing like a supportive girlfriend, thought Sherry as she drove home. Nothing in the world! One pussy helping another. A couple of bras sticking together. Two pair of pretty panties agreeing on who truly ruled. Men didn't have the vaguest idea of just how close a couple of women could get. They simply did not know. It was just one more cross to bear because of having testicles. The unbelievable ignorance that came with them.

Friday night finally arrived and everything was working out almost too easily to be believed. Roy wasn't planted in front of the tv set tonight, though, for Sherry wanted him nice and busy doing a few chores. When the time came, she would then call him up to their room on some pretense.

Lisa was doing her part very well too, although Rick made that easy enough. Right after supper she took a quick shower and then got into her tightest-fitting pair of jeans. They were a grey-colored pair with that sexy no-pocket look in back that made a girl look like a rear end on two legs from behind. Along with these, Lisa put on one of her snug, boob-enhancing knit tops - a nice, girlish pink one - which also allowed a very clear view of the bra cups underneath it. She thought it kind of sexy when a girl's bra was visible underneath whatever top she wore.

Then she went down to their basement, where a small stereo and television set were set up in a little sitting room with a comfortabe couch, turned on the tv, and just waited. Her brother had gotten a couple of good looks at her in the clothing she had on and it wouldn't be long before his horny male balls naturally lured him downstairs so he could do some more staring. Rick's own inability to keep from gazing at Lisa's boobs would lead him right into her trap - which she felt was just how a thing like this should be.

Sherry had worked out a signal with Lisa. When she came down to the basement to get a can of furniture polish, it would mean she was going to go back upstairs and call Lisa's dad to come up to their room to help her with a made-up task. That was when Lisa should get Rick into a standing position by the couch somehow, and then knee him one and let him drop back onto the couch. What she might say to him, if anything, would be up to her.

After each one "did" their guy, they were to go meet out in the attached garage, where they could decide what to do from there. The one thing they had to do, as Sherry explained to Lisa, was wait until it was late enough that no unexpected company would show up, but they knew the general routine of their house like anyone else knew their own, and so this wasn't at all hard to work out.

"Around nine-thirty should be good enough" Lisa's mom told her. "Just hang out in the basement with your brother until I come down for that polish. After I go back upstairs, figure on just a few minutes for me to do the job up there."

As before, it struck Sherry about how downright weird it seemed to be making all these elaborate plans with her own daughter about what actually would have been a very shocking thing to anybody they knew. It was impossible not to be aware of things like this.

Lisa waited nervously as she made the smallest of small talk with Rick, who kept on sneaking what he thought were unnoticed peeks at his sister's tits while they watched some stupid tv show that Lisa herself would never otherwise have wasted any time on. There was a clock on the wall and she kept watching as the hands seemed to crawl so slowly toward nine oclock, and finally past. Nine-fifteen. Nine-twenty. Finally nine-thirty!

"I'm just getting some furniture polish" said Sherry as she briefly passed through the basement area before going back upstairs. Lisa glanced at the time once more. Nine thirty-seven. It was time. At last, it was actually time! Sherry wasn't the only one in that house who was noticing how weird the whole thing felt, for Lisa herself, as she prepared to get Rick to his feet somehow, was amazed over what she was about to do. Deliberately get her brother to stand up so she could jerk her knee into his groin! While upstairs their mother was about to do the same thing to their father! All because she and her mom were good and worked up now over being female and therefore the stronger sex.

Both mother and daughter were finding out that probably seventy-five percent or so of the total experience of a taboo thing like this had nothing to do with the actual act itself, but with all of the emotions one went through ahead of time. For this was big! It was truly big! As Lisa stood up from the sofa, the thought running through her mind was about how she'd never be able to believe a thing like this taking place in any of her friend's homes. Just like with her mom, Lisa still almost couldn't believe that it was going on in her own.

Roy quite happily followed his wife up to their room to help her with whatever little project she was doing. Any way to kiss her ass was fine with him, and he even admired it as he followed Sherry up the steps.She was wearing some pretty darn nice tight pants herself tonight, which he appreciated. Both of them were wearing nice clothing tonight. When Roy saw, a little earlier, how Lisa was dressed, he'd been surprised. Why had she had changed after supper, and why into such a hot looking pair of pants and top? She wasn't going anywhere, and while it was nothing new to see her run around the house in figure-flattering clothes, the fact that she had actually gone and changed into them after supper added to that overall strange feeling that Roy was getting around there all week long.

Once again his mind told him that something was up, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it might be. All he knew as he went upstairs with Sherry was that he envied his son for being able to watch tv down the basement with Lisa while she was dressed like she was. And he didn't blame Rick for one second about how he'd gone right down there after his sister had.

"So what are we going to do?" Roy inquired so very innocently once he and Sherry were up in their bedroom. She had cleverly maneuvered him into standing next to the bed so he'd have a soft place on which to drop.

"What we're going to do" she replied, thinking about rape, sexual harassment and whatever else she could immediately recall from those Monday night meetings, "Is show you once and for all who's boss around here!"

Sherry followed this statement by driving her knee right into her husband's balls. With a gasp of both surprise and total agony, Roy snapped forward and his wife pushed him backwards, where he toppled onto their bed.

She stood there a moment, watching the pathetic sight he made as his hands went straight to his crotch - a little too late, thought Sherry as she saw this - while he tried to draw a breath. Apparently the wind had been knocked out of him, and so Sherry stayed there long enough to make sure he got it back again. In a minute or so - a very long minute, obviously filled with the excruciating pain that only someone with balls could possibly experience - Roy did manage to start sucking air again. But then the horrible moans took over. Long, drawn out things that lasted as long as twenty seconds apiece.

How the hell can he moan for so long at a time? As she stood next to their bed and stared down at the total wreck she'd made of her husband with one simple blow of her knee, this was all she could think about at first.

How could he make that awful noise for almost half a minute nonstop?

And it was a bad sound, too. Sherry would describe it later on as a kind of off-key wail that was so bad that it actually sounded as if Roy's own testicles themselves were making it.

Then, after a couple of minutes went by, he somehow turned on his side and threw up all over the bedspread in between making those ghastly wailing sounds.

Rachel didn't warn me about that, thought Sherry with giddy nervousness over what she had just actually done to her husband. She didn't tell me that Roy might puke.

How bad must it hurt if it makes a guy actually vomit? When Sherry began to wonder about this, she felt close to breaking into laughter just from all the pent up feelings caused by what she'd done, and that was when she decided that she didn't want to stand here and watch him anymore. It was a real relief to leave Roy alone with his agony and get awy from that bedroom - especially once he started puking like that.

Well, now I'll be doing some late laundry tonight, Sherry was thinking as she hurried down the stairs to go to the garage to meet up with her daughter. The thought about doing late laundry did have her giggling, but most of this was nothing but pure adrenaline rushing through her.

A woman does not give her own husband a good knee in the groin and then just forget about it. Sherry now knew, but had already suspected, that it was much more complex than that.

She was also extremely glad to see Lisa already waiting out in the garage. Not only that but the sweetheart had even thought of something Sherry herself hadn't. She had grabbed a bottle of wine - a much needed bottle of wine - and a corkscrew on her way through their kitchen to the attached garage.

They had that bottle open in a minute and began passing it back and forth like a couple of bums in a trainyard. For a while they said nothing as they handed that bottle of wine of to each other. It was roughly half gone before either of them said a word. It was Lisa who spoke first.

"He barfed" she told her mom.

Sherry wasn't sure of what to say at first, but then the obvious thing came to mind. "So did Dad" she replied.

Lisa was silent for a few seonds, then a snort of held back laughter escaped her. That caused her mom to do the same thing, and after that the floodgates were opened. The bottle of wine was placed on the garage floor while the two of them, mother and daughter, stood there in the family garage, quietly laughing hysterically about what had just gone on in the house that night.

Much of this was still the release of the pressure of having waited so long, and having talked at such length about what they had gone through with at long last. And when it truly hit the two of them, their laughter only became wilder.

They were out here in the garage after having left the two males of their household laying in the agony and humiliation of having been kicked right in the nuts.

Lisa smiled an "everything's just fine" smile at her mom. "I never felt more like a total bitch before, but it feels so powerful, you know?"

Sherry nodded. She did know. About the bitch feeling and about the power thing as well. No woman could possibly ram her knee into a man's privates and not feel a rather delectable mix of bitchiness and power rush through her afterwards.

"I feel all that myself, but with maybe just a wee bit of pity for the weakness of the male sex, you know?" Sherry said to Lisa, who grinned at the mention of weakness. She definitely liked the weakness part.

And any girl who liked a thing like this could only feel it in greater strength after planting a disciplinary knee into the groin of some poor male jerk. Whether the feeling was increased any when the poor jerk was the girl's own brother would be difficult to say, but Lisa had experienced an incredibly exciting sensation tonight - one of strong females, weak males, and just total woman-power.

That was how she put it for her mother as the two of them finished that bottle of wine and started another one after Lisa hurried into the house to get it.

"Anyone around?" Sherry asked her when she came back out, and Lisa shook her head.

"Not a sign of anyone anyplace" she said.

"It's only been..." Sherry checked her watch. "Just over half an hour! Can you believe it? I swear, it seems like we did it two hours ago now."

It did seem strange that it had only been such a short time. At any rate, there seemed to be little else to do for the next hour or so than to sit out there in the garage and drink a second bottle of wine. After the events of this evening, both mom and sis badly needed it.

The so-called "men" of the house had both learned a valuable lesson on Friday night. One all about who was in charge, not that either Roy or his son had any foolish doubts regarding this as it was. But now and ever after this, it would be a known policy around there and not something that was never referred to as if it was a source of shame or something. The guys were weak, the women knew it and would expect the guys to act accordingly.

The last thing Rick had been expecting when his sister said "How tall are you? Let's compare" was that he was about to be "informed" of a new rule in the house. He had stood up from that couch in the basement, suspecting nothing but only too willing to stand close to Lisa so they could compare their respective heights.

He used to think that he didn't even want to have balls, but as it turned out, Rick hadn't had the slightest idea of just how much he didn't want to have them. But he found out! Oh, did he ever find out. Out of nowhere this lightning bolt of raw agony shot through his entire body, the result of a completely unexpected collision between those balls he wished he didn't have and a female knee.

And it was only then when poor Rick even began to understand the unspeakable pain that could be caused by simply having that sac down there. It was at that moment when it was first truly revealed to this sixteen year old that having testicles meant wearing a permanent badge of undeniable weakness and total helplessness that no guy ever could fully realize until his nuts had been through a good mashing.

He recalled quite vividly the words spoken in his ear by his sister before she departed and left him alone with his suffering.

"Women rule and don't you forget it!" she had said softly but harshly as Rick was laying half on and half off of the couch in their basement, trying to draw a breath. Through the waves of agony and nausea, he both heard this and would definitely not forget it. Lisa's message had been more than clear.

Rick appreciated every facet of this, even as he began throwing up after it had been done to him. While his body was doing what felt every bit like an attempt to vomit up the surge of agony that was spreading throughout his belly like a flood of spilled water, he would have been more than happy to have been castrated right on the spot. This was quite understandable, for nothing can make any male want his own balls any less than having them wracked by a nice, thick knee.

So thinking, Rick threw up again.

With something like real gratitude, he was aware enough to see that Lisa had left the room before those sick sounding, involuntary moans of total male torture began coming from him. Rick didn't even care about what had happened to cause all this; he was just glad that he wasn't going to be forced to have an audience while he made noises that he wouldn't have thought himself capable of.

They weren't like a yell of pain or surprise that one makes but could also probably hold back if challenged to. These were nothing like that. It felt as if some other force was at work, making those sounds come out of Rick whether he allowed them to or not. They just forced themselves out of him. As he moaned his pain out for nearly ten minutes or so, he was oddly aware that he couldn't have kept from making those terrible sounds even if offered big money, and for whatever crazy reason, he had an easier time of it - if this was really possible under the circumstances - after his sister left the room.

For it was the deepest shame that any guy could be subjected to. Not a kick in the balls, and not being seen laying on the ground clutching at his nuts, but to have anyone - especially anyone female - hear the high-pitched groans that came out all on their own after he had been kneed in the groin. Even as this was happening to Rick, he couldn't help knowing real well how those weird-sounding, oddly-pitched cries were the real evidence of what weaklings guys were.

But his greatest shock was something else. At first he thought he was making so much noise that his voice was echoing throughout the house. But then Rick realized what he was hearing. His dad! Somewhere upstairs, the very same thing had just happened to his dad! And that was when he knew that the females were definitely making a real statement tonight. He wanted to think about this some more, but puked again instead.

When Roy heard his wife tell him that he was going to be shown once and for all who was boss around there, he had a single second to realize with all certainty what was coming. The strange feeling he'd had all week that something was about to happen just suddenly came home to him when he found hinself standing next to his and Sherry's bed and heard her say what she did. He knew! He knew exactly what she was about to do. How, he would never really know, and before he had time for another thought, Sherry's knee was grinding his balls into his pelvis.

It was a real effort for him not to pass out on the bed, but Roy kind of wished that he had. Sherry was just standing there, looking down at him as he gasped, retched, threw up and made those embarrassing sounds of total agony.

But through it all, Roy understood that he'd probably been heading for a thing like this for a good long time now, and to him, as horrible as it was, it still seemed only right. Even in his throes of total suffering, Roy was still able to feel as if his wife had every right in the world to knee him in the testicles.

Out in the garage sat Sherry and Lisa, in the back seat of Sherry's car, finishing their second much-needed bottle of wine together. They talked of many things while out there. What had been done tonight, what it would mean, how "necessary" they both agreed that it had been, and mostly how good they felt about having had the determination not to "chicken out" in the end.

Both of them were very proud of having done what they did, and they talked a great deal about the utter strength they had shown simply by having gone through with something which no other mom or daughter either of them knew would ever have done. Sherry and Lisa were more than proud. Of themselves, of each other, and of any woman who would dare perform such an "improper" act because she felt that strongly about it. Thought of in this way, there seemed to be absolutely no reason to regret any of it. And neither mom nor sis did.

That there turned out to be a surprising amount of sexual arousal after the fact was a very pleasant bonus, and when both Sherry and Lisa admitted to "feeling turned on" by what they'd done, it wound up making it all seem even more like having "struck a blow for women". Exactly how getting horny over it tied into such a viewpoint, neither of them really knew. They only knew that to them it made a crazy kind of sense that someone else might not understand. That they could tell one another about having been affected in that way spoke also of how their relationship had become so much more like two friends than a parent and child, who wouldn't be likely to mention something quite so personal to each other.

The only other thing different about this particular Friday night, which had been so full of differences that one more wouldn't matter, was that the two guys avoided the women for the remainder of the night. They just wanted, understandably, to go as unnoticed as possible for the time being.

Sherry and Lisa took care of the extra laundry that was necessary and cleaned up the mess in the basement tv room as a result of both guys puking like they had.

"Anyone who says a kick in the balls is a simple thing oughta try it at home once" Sherry remarked to her daughter while they cleaned things up together.

Lisa, rather tipsy from drinking nearly a whole bottle of wine all by herself, broke into a fit of giggles that Sherry was unable to keep from joining. And there they were once more, this time in the basement laundry room, putting vomit-covered bedding through the wash while quietly laughing so hard that speech was almost impossible.

Roy slept on an unmade bed that night, for all Sherry had done was make him move enough for her to strip the bedding off of it before she closed the bedroom door and left him be for the night. And after his own pain had dulled down sufficiently for him to walk, Rick made his way up to his room, where he sheepishly closed the door and hid with his shame until morning.

But neither one of them were devastated, upset or otherwise troubled by their experience. Both guys had been nicely cowed by receiving a good knee in the groin and now only needed time to get past the physical pain of what had been done to them and to think about how good they both intended to be from now on.

It wasn't a very widely known fact, but in many cases, a quick kick in the balls can work as a very effective "attitude adjustment" tool for a guy. Any woman who is brave enough - or possibly pissed off enough, for that works as well - to give a husband, boyfriend, brother or anyone else a little "testicular discipline" stands a very good chance of seeing a vast improvement in the general disposition of the guy in question.

Perhaps Rick and his dad were past requiring such drastic measures, but the result ended up being the same. They would now be two extremely eager-to-please males whose experiences with the groin-kick had taught them the invaluable wisdom of doing as women tell them, and how the alternative feels.

Not only would there never be many takers of this particular alternative, but once a guy has been kicked in the balls by a member of the opposite sex, he quite often finds that he wants to obey women. All he needs in many cases is the incomparable "reminder" of who the weaker sex is, and once he goes through this, he can be quite happy to embrace the fact, acknowledge it, and behave himself like the good little weak male he has been shown that he is.

The rest of the weekend passed with an unnatural quiet around the house, as it naturally would. Both Roy and his son did a lot less walking around, which Sherry and Lisa both noticed and couldn't help snickering about together, of course when the guys could hear them. There was little sense in wasting a good laugh at men by not letting the guys hear it too.

"See? They're both still feeling it!" Sherry whispered to her daughter. Lisa grinned self-importantly while she giggled about it. She felt quite superior this morning after having been part of the "team" which "informed" the guys about the women ruling from now on.

And she made a point of hanging around with her mother all weekend, even refusing a few invitations from various girlfriends to go do some teenage chick thing or other, all ideas which now seemed so utterly childish to Lisa.

Who the hell wanted to "go to the mall to check out guys"? Her poor friends were so clueless! If Lisa were to join them on such a pursuit today, all she'd be thinking about as any of the girls pointed a guy out was how easily one of them could have the pathetic little male jerk laying on the ground making funny noises.

Feeling more and more generous as the weekend went on, Lisa even visited her brother who was keeping pretty much to his room.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked him when she found him on his bed, either reading or trying to look like he was.

Rick shook his head, obviously wanting to avoid eye contact. He was ashamed and his sister knew this. But she thought she understood, too. Being male and carrying such a vulnerable and tempting target around between one's legs had to feel quite demeaning at times - like right after some female had used the fact to her own advantage. At that moment, standing in Rick's bedroom and looking at him, Lisa actually did feel sorry for him. Not because of what she'd done to him the night before, but because the poor guy was a guy.

"Do you know why it happened?" Lisa asked Rick. There was no need to be more specific than that.

He nodded, finally looking up at her. "Yeah" he said softly. "I know."

"Can you tell me? Just so that I know that you know?" she said.

When her brother hesitated, Lisa encouraged him, reminding him that no one but the two of them were present and that he should say whatever he was thinking. She knew that his silly male pride was the only problem here.

Rick cleared his throat. "You just wanted me to know that women rule, like you said" he told Lisa. Once he began speaking he seemed to loosen up a lot more and he went on.

"And I know this'll surprise you, but I really think it was a real good way of teaching me that lesson, and I even think it does a guy good to have - you know - a girl, like, kick him there. So he remembers."

His embarrassment was plain enough, but Lisa was impressed with how docile her brother was now, and how he'd actually gone as far as to tell her he thought it did a guy good to "have - you know - a girl, like, kick him there". She smiled at the way he put it. Poor men! Anything having to do with their balls just bent them all out of shape, and yet they could hardly bring themselves to refer to that very part of their anatomy.

Lisa began to realize that, at least in Rick's case, a guy could feel very much ashamed of having what he had down there. She didn't blame him for a second, and certainly not when she thought about having a soft and pretty vulva surrounded by lovely labia, almost like a flower of some kind, and then trying to compare a thing like that to having balls.

"I just wanted to make sure you were all right" said Lisa as she turned to leave Rick's room - naturally wearing a pair of jeans that looked painted on.

"Lisa?" Rick called softly as she was on her way out.

She turned. "What?"

Rick smiled almost shyly. "Thank you" he whispered.

"What for?" she asked him, smiling back.

He swallowed hard before his reply. "For kicking me in the balls the way I deserve to be" he stammered.

Lisa's smile widened when he said this. "You're welcome" she told Rick. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine around here from now on."

And she went back downstairs. Still smiling. Her brother had just thanked her for the kick in the nuts she had given him. It took one very special kind of guy to to that, and Lisa knew it.

Down in the kitchen Lisa found her parents looking at a newspaper ad for kitchen cabinets, of all things. Her dad glanced up at Lisa and smiled. His smile looked every bit as shy and contrite as Rick's had.

"He knows that you know" her mom told her without preamble. "I thought that we shouldn't do any pretending around here anymore. All of us need to be on the same wavelength about things."

Lisa smiled at her father as an adult would smile at a child. "I just talked to Rick" she told both of her parents. "And he thanked me for what I did last night."

"Your dad thanked me, too" her mom said.

"And I think I should thank you, too" Roy told his daughter. "I respect both you and your mother that much more for being such strong women in a world that needs them so badly."

Lisa thought that this was a very nice thing for him to say, but unlike the way it was with Rick, who was a teen like herself, she felt a lot more "cunty" toward her dad. Not only was he male, but he was an adult male. The worst kind there was. She was already hoping that her mother wasn't going to stop at just one kick in the balls with him.

"That's all you're gonna see around here now" Lisa told her dad as sternly as she could. "Women who are strong. I just hope you and Rick know it, and I'd also suggest that you both behave yourselves real carefully from now on."

Lisa got such a charge out of not just feeling bold enough to talk to her own father like this, but that her mom sat right there, beaming with pride and letting her. Of course, as it had been with everything else, the two of them had worked this out ahead of time. The "Castration Team" was still at work together. Lisa's mom even helped sort of "gang up on him" a little bit by saying something in front of Lisa that wouldn't have been very appropriate in most households. But in this one it was.

"And while we're on the subject of behavior" said Sherry to Roy, "If I should ever hear the slightest thing from our daughter about you that sounds even a little bit improper - or if I ever so much as suspect you of anything like that - do you know what I'll do?"

Roy could see that he was expected to ask, so he did. "What?" His balls were already tightening up, for whatever his wife was about to tell him, it had to be something real castrating.

"I'll let Lisa watch me string you up by your balls" Sherry told Roy. "And I mean by way of the legal system, buddy. Maybe me and your daughter will even make bets on how many years you end up getting!"

Roy gulped. His face turned crimson. And he was getting an erection too! "I promise to behave myself at all times" he told his wife and daughter, feeling every bit the castrated little wimp that they were making of him.

"I really like the idea of a girl's dad having to behave himself" Lisa commented as she stared at her father until he turned his own eyes away. "Look at me when I'm talking!" she snapped when he looked away like that. She was playing this all by ear, but was very proud of her brand new assertiveness - one very big lesson learned at Monday night meetings. Female assertiveness.

Roy looked back at Lisa. He was incredibly afraid of her and the way she was acting, but was finding it so unbelievably arousing as well. All of this was humiliating him like crazy, but at the same time he was loving every second of it.

"Don't you dare look away when I'm talking to you!" Lisa told him in a warning tone of voice. "Because that pisses me off!" She went right up to the kitchen table where her dad was still sitting with that newspaper ad for cabinets open in front of him. Leaning down and getting right in his face, Lisa's voice dropped to a whisper.

"You do not want a pissed off fourteen year old girl in the house!" she practically spat in his face. "Trust me! You do not want that! Do you?"

Roy could do nothing but stare at this creature who had been a typical tomboy with no breasts not long ago at all. He shook his head.

"Answer me properly!" Lisa commanded.

Sherry just sat there, loving the way her daughter was cutting her own dad to ribbons with her tongue. Now there was a rare sight to behold!

"No" Roy whispered to Lisa. "I don't want a pissed off fourteen year old girl in the house."

It wasn't even that she or her mother had any real intention of "stringing him up" as it were, but this wasn't even the point here. It was simple psychology. How often did the female members of any household force the males to face the fact that such things as having them "strung up" were possible?

Certainly it wasn't every day that Mom came home from work and sis came home from school to make Dad and brother acknowledge that which may not be pleasant but was only too factual - that the females, because they were the females, could choose to flex their feminine muscle in ways which nobody with testicles ever could!

For women who had begun to see this as clearly as Sherry and her daughter had, it was almost unthinkable to miss the opportunity of making a very big point of it. One heard about the woman versus man concept often enough in the world outside and saw it in the movies all the time, but to bring the raw guts of it right into the home and really set the guys in the house straight was both all too rare and beyond delightful for the women who had been made aware of their own ability to do this.

Two things took place when such a thing went on in a household; the men were made to see their own vulnerablility as well as the strength of the female, and the females were also seeing their own unspeakable might, a power that was theirs, quite literally, because they were not the ones with the penises and testicles. What women did have, by contrast, was the equivalent of the scalpel that could, if they happened to wish it, be used on what the men had. Some women liked to claim that this was why the vulva looked like a vertical smile. Because it knew how authoritative it really was.

Once a girl or woman really sees all this and begins thinking about it, she just may find it to be the most thrilling aspect of being female. For that was what it was in the end. The very best part of having been born female. Being automatically more powerful and dangerous right from birth than someone stamped with the shameful badge of weakness between their legs.

As Roy made his very respectful sounding little speech to his teenage daughter he was just grateful that his flustered condition would be assumed to be the result of the conversation going on. While that had a whole lot to do with it, Roy was also so turned on by it that he was getting close to having a climax right there at the kitchen table.

The way Lisa was talking to him made her sound as if she was one of those girls in his favorite online story and had stepped out of it somehow, right into their house. In a small way, at least, that little story was coming true around there, which Roy not only could hardly believe but was absolutely thrilled over.

Satisfied with their little tirade, which had been more Lisa than her mom, Sherry and her daughter went out shopping that afternoon. Both of them had had enough of the house and the guys for a while, and both needed a breather from the very intense twenty-four hours just past.

"You were sure a little tigress back there" Sherry said to Lisa once they were in the car.

"They are just so fucking weak!" Lisa told her mom. "I mean, they are weak! One kick in the balls and both of 'em are crawling for us. And they actually thanked us for kicking them in the nuts! Can you believe that? They fucking thanked us! I swear, Mom, I can't get over how this is turning out. I guess I never really thought that both Rick and Dad would become such pussies so easily - not that I mind it or anything. I think it should be that way! But I sure as hell didn't think it would be this easy!"

Sherry couldn't hear enough of Lisa's new razor-sharp tongue when it came to the guys. She sounded just the way her mom imagined a girl might who had been taught right from first grade to be an assertive little cunt who considered boys to be of a lower status than girls. That was precisely how Lisa was talking now. As though she'd been raised for it, and no one could have been more proud of this teenage ballbreaker than her own mother was.

Other moms had those typical concerns about the safety of their daughters, and while Sherry would always have some of this herself, she had the very strong feeling that any male who dared get out of line with Lisa would be one real sorry son of a bitch. The problem was that when a woman could believe such a thing regarding her daughter, she almost wanted to see something happen - just so she could watch the girl chew the guy up and spit what was left of him out.

"They went shopping" Roy told Rick when he came downstairs later Saturday afternoon.

Rick nodded. Everyone in the house knew, so there was little point in pretending that nothing had happened. Besides, he had heard from up at the top of the stairs how Lisa was talking to their dad a while ago, not that Rick would embarrass him by mentioning it.

"They've sure decided how they want things around here, haven't they?" Rick said.

Roy nodded casually, as if his own daughter hadn't said the things she had that day. As if his own wife hadn't kneed him in the groin last night.

"Yep, they sure have" he told his son, knowing that if Rick was a smart kid, he wouldn't try fighting this. Roy himself was far too much of a jellyfish to even think of such a thing himself, but he sure didn't need Rick making the women mad. They might take it out on both guys. In fact, Roy would bet money on it.

So, not being a typical dad at all anymore, if he indeed ever had been one, the greatest wish Roy now had regarding his sixteen year old son was that he was going to be as much of a little pipsqueak around this house as his father was. It would truly be for their own good. But these weren't things a guy could actually say to his son. They were things he could only hope for and perhaps hint at if necessary.

But Rick wouldn't be any trouble, for he totally got off on the way Lisa had suddenly just come right out and taken charge of him the way she had. How she had gotten to where she could do that could most likely be blamed on those women's club meetings or whatever they were that their mother had been taking her to, or so Rick assumed.

But he didn't care how it had happened. All he could think about was how indescribably sexy it was - after the fact, of course - that he would now always be a guy whose own sister had kicked him in the balls. So many things in life were all about attitude, and this particular situation was actually a great example of it.

With the correct attitude, which Rick definitely had, a guy could see past the act itself and marvel at how beautiful the very concept of it was. A girl, and one who was younger than her brother, having the rare boldness to use his genitals to show him up as the obvious weaker of the two of them.

In the homes of everyone Rick knew, the thought of sisters and brothers calling any attention to each other's biological differences, other than the occasional crude joke, seemed absolutely unthinkable. His friend Mark was a good example. Mark had a younger sister named Kathy who was just about Lisa's age, but to imagine her even thinking about kneeing Mark in the groin just seemed so way out there.

The two of them were into a lot of school activities together and even won a few awards at it, which made the vision of Kathy kicking Mark in the balls seem even more unreal. Girls just didn't do that sort of thing as a rule, and you never heard of it happening at home between siblings! And yet - who would see it as any more likely between Lisa and Rick? No one. But did that mean it hadn't happened? Hardly.

Rick could tell right away that his dad seemed to be silently asking for his "cooperation" as far as the women went. This, of course, meant that he hoped Rick would kiss their asses like he was. And since Rick was all for this anyway, he gave his dad all the right answers to those veiled inquires.

Is it a problem for you if women rule a household? No.

Does it bother you if a girl younger than you tells you what to do? Nah!

Are you okay with having a father who doesn't mind his wife gicing him the orders instead of the other way around? Hey, no problem, Dad. What goes on in our house is our business.

Roy couldn't even measure his relief at his son's responses. It would go so much more smoothly around there if they both did the wisest thing possible - submit to the complete pussywhipping by Sherry and Lisa, for it was inevitable. It really was like Rick said anyhow; what went on in their house was their business and no one else really ever had to know.

This fact was a terrific selling point - that it could all be a family secret. Sherry had already made that part of it clear to her husband. That how their household was run would be nobody else's concern, which naturally would make it even more tolerable for the guys.

The meeting of the women's organization on the Monday night following the initiation of the new female-rules household policy was extra special for Sherry and Lisa. As they listened to a couple more bitchy speeches and watched a nice cunty video with Rachel and the other women, they now could see themselves in much of it.

Before, it had been a matter of coming to those meetings and perhaps getting ideas to talk about, but now it almost seemed to Sherry and her daughter as if a lot of what they heard at the meeting was based on events back at their house. That was really cool!

Afterwards, Sherry and Lisa went over to Rachel's to tell her all about how well it had gone on Friday night, and all weekend for that matter. Rachel heard story after story of two completely beaten males, and she naturally soaked these up quite eagerly.

"All that's left now is the real thing" she said after getting all the details.

"The real thing?" Sherry asked. But then she knew what her friend meant. It was obvious, even before Rachel said the word. Castration.

The two women ended up talking about this a whole lot over the next three or four weeks, during which time Roy and Rick worked very hard at being a couple of eager-to-please little boys who did as they were told. The process was helped along, not by additional all-out groin-kicks, but something Rachel had advised.

She called it the "knee-bump", and it really was a handy little disciplinary tool that didn't cause the uproar of a real kick in the nuts. The way it worked was simple. When Sherry or Lisa felt their male charges required a bit of an "attitude booster", the knee was raised and more or less "bumped" off of the scrotum.

It was beautiful! Just enough to double a guy over and give him a good jolt of testicular discomfort for a few minutes, but not enough to lay him out flat for hours at a time. All women should at least utilize the "knee-bump", said Rachel when she gave Sherry the idea.

So both Roy and Rick received a periodic knee-bump to make sure that their attitudes remained where they should. Meanwhile, Sherry and Rachel talked a lot about having the job "completed", at least on Roy.

"Rick has to finish school" Sherry said during one of her discussions with Rachel. Like they often did, the two women, when alone, held these talks in Rachel's bed.

It was yet another very special thrill that only a woman could experience. Laying naked in bed with another woman while they talked about castration. It was too cool for words!

"He has gym class and that, of course, means locker rooms and showers" Sherry went on as she explained why having her son castrated at the present time wasn't practical. It was getting to where she could talk about anything now without always thinking about how strange it was. Even debating the castration of her only son no longer felt like such an unusual topic for a woman to take up.

"Not only that" Rachel added, "But because he's underage it would be quite difficult, legally speaking, to try having his nuts cut off."

Rachel liked using crude language, but there was something rather exciting about this, and Sherry enjoyed hearing it put that way. Having Rick's nuts cut off. Well, that was what they'd been talking about, wasn't it?

"But Roy's a different matter" said Sherry. It had been almost a month since that first groin-kick of both guys, and as she saw how completely stripped of his manhood Roy was so willing to be, his wife no longer saw any reason for him to keep his testicles. Sherry hadn't been having sex with Roy since well before the groin-kick, so that wasn't even a consideration. So she just put it to Rachel as plain as day.

"My husband's balls aren't doing him the least bit of good anymore, and I really get turned on by the thought of having them whacked right off" Sherry told Rachel. "I mean, I get positively wet at the thought of having the guy castrated! Especially since he already has been in every other way anyhow!"

"You've told me that he never really was all that manly" said Rachel.

"No" Sherry replied as she gazed kind of blankly for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. "No, he never really was" she said quietly. Which was something she hadn't ever zeroed in on - not in all the years of her marriage. That Roy, in fact, never had been all that manly to begin with. Sherry had been the boss for a long time, but not while thinking in such specifics as Roy's manliness or lack of it.

She looked at Rachel in bed next to her, where they were lounging an afternoon away. Rachel stared right back. Neither of them spoke. The two of them just looked at each other.

"I could make a few phone calls" said Rachel at last.

Sherry thought about that. She smiled. "Yes, I guess you could."

Two weeks later Sherry sat her husband down to have a talk with him. She wanted to discuss what Rachel called "manhood separation". It seemed that she had located a female physician on the east coast who would, with the proper forms signed, perform a castration.

"It comes under the heading of 'Elective Surgery'" Sherry explained to Roy after telling him about her and Rachel's idea. That he could be "freed" from the burden of being male and having the badge of weakness that went with it.

"And I'd like it very much if you were willing to do this for me" Sherry went on. She wanted this more and more the longer she thought about it, but hoped that it wasn't going to require ordering Roy to agree to it. That had been Rachel's idea if he didn't like the thought of volunteering to be castrated. Simply telling him that he would have to be.

But Roy didn't have it in him anymore to even think of arguing anything in the whole world with either his wife or his daughter. All he did while Sherry sat there on their living room couch talking about her wish to have him "neutered" was think about how sexually arousing he found it that his own wife wanted his manhood cut off.

She's actually proposing that we go on this vacation together so she can have my balls cut off! If Roy's cock was any barometer of his approval, the answer was a resounding yes, for it had grown hard and was now a throbbing erection in his pants.

He swallowed hard before asking a question. "Would they cut my - penis off, too?"

Sherry hadn't even discussed this part with Rachel and she would have to find out about that detail. Not that she cared any. His cock was worthless to her.

"Would it matter?" she asked him softly.

Roy swallowed hard again, for he was both nervous as hell and very turned on at what he and his wife were actually sitting here in their living room talking over. He shook his head

.

"I guess..." He stopped to think about how to say it. How does a guy say such a thing? He didn't know.

"You guess what?" Sherry prompted, smiling at this little twerpy guy whom she actually called her husband.

"I guess it doesn't matter" Roy finally managed to say. "If I won't have balls, it doesn't matter if I have a penis or not."

"So you'll do this for me?" his wife asked him, smiling her best little girl smile that Roy had never been able to resist. But this time she was using it to convince him to agree to give up his testicles, and perhaps his penis as well. But that didn't matter. Roy melted. And nodded.

He had given up even pretending to be a man in the privacy of his own house anyway. Plus, the very thought of having his "things" sliced off drove him crazy with horniness. But that did remind him of one thing.

"What about sex?" he asked Sherry. "I mean, will I still get horny and - you know, want to get myself off?"

Sherry had to tell him the truth as far as she knew it. Without testicles or a penis, he would be rendered "sexless" and his sex drive would probably disappear with his genitals.

Neither she nor Rachel really knew all of these finer points for sure, but Sherry saw no reason to mislead her husband. She wanted him to be as sexless as their marriage had become. Then, assuming they went ahead and did all this, she just might bestow upon Roy the privilege of knowing that she considered her friend Rachel to be much more of a proper marital partner for her than he ever had been. But that would be later.

"You are so lucky!" Sherry's sister JoAnne was telling her on the phone one day a couple of weeks later. "I've never been to New York and I'd love to go. Got an extra ticket for me?"

"Not quite, kid. Sorry!" Sherry replied.

"So what's the occasion? Why New York?" JoAnne asked.

You'd faint if I told you, thought Sherry. "Roy and I just need to get away and we decided on New York since neither of us were ever there before" she explained.

Well, it sure sounded a lot better than telling her sister that the "occasion" was Roy's castration. And it would be a complete one, too. Everything would be taken off, and Sherry could hardly wait.

The two of them chatted about other things for a while, and then said goodbye. But that weird feeling was back. Talking to JoAnne about the upcoming trip to New York and knowing how shocked she would have been had she known that the only purpose in Sherry and Roy going was to have his male sex organs cut off. To have him "fixed".

Lisa, of course, wished that she could go along, but would be satisfied being left "in charge" while her parents were away.

Rick also knew what was going to happen in New York, but was too busy getting himself off while thinking about how much he envied his dad. He even became so worked up over how exciting such a thing was that he went to Lisa and respectfully requested one of those knee-bumps that he was getting to love so well.

Rick loved getting those harmless little bumpings as much as Lisa liked to give them, and she loved to watch how such a light tap of her knee was still enough to double a guy over.

In their own ways, Sherry and Roy's kids were themselves "celebrating" the removal of their dad's penis and testicles. None of their schoolmates, both knew very well, would ever be able to experience a neat thing like this! Lisa and Rick fully appreciated their unique position and spent quite a bit of time discussing it together. Sister and brother were bound together by one important common viewpoint. Both, privately and beyond the ears of their peers, who as a group would never understand, believed in women as the supreme sex that men should be made to kneel to. On this point, Lisa and Rick were in complete agreement.

Once Sherry had brought up Roy's castration with him, things moved very quickly. They had a telephone conference with the woman in New York who would do the operation, during which she quizzed them both heavily regarding this unconventional choice they were making. The result was that if they were sure about it, and were willing to sign the proper forms, she would go ahead and do the requested surgery.

It really was no different than someone electing to have any other kind of operation, other than the obvious fact that it would change the man's life forever. But as time passed, Roy himself grew more enthusiastic about his "manhood separation ceremony", which was his own cute little way of referring to having his cock and balls cut off.

Rachel was beside herself with excitement, and as the day approached for Sherry and Roy to go to New York, she masturbated more and more often over this big "first" for her. She had seen married women get divorces while also "coming out of the closet" after she'd had time to get them going to those meetings of her group, which was exciting enough. But this would be the first time she'd ever seen a married woman want to have her husband castrated!

For a woman like Rachel, to have even the slightest influence in the decision by a guy's wife to have his balls cut off was the ultimate feminine power thrill. To be the cause, even if just nominally, of a married man being castrated was too cool to get her mind around.

The ultimate "statement" by a woman! Cut them off! There was, in fact, one person who wanted to see Roy castrated more than his wife did. Not surprisingly, it was her lesbian lover. Rachel and Sherry had already been "kicking him in the balls" right along by sleeping together behind his too-powerless-to-do-anything-about-it male back.

But if Sherry went through with it, and she already had the appointment with the doctor Rachel had located for her through her own vast network of manhaters, she and Rachel could then think of their own relationship as having led to the castration of Sherry's husband. Their own lesbian love affair would itself have resulted in a married man literally losing his own testicles and penis.

A woman like Rachel could masturbate over a thing like that several times a day. Two women joined together adding up to one less pair of balls and one less cock in the world! It went far beyond sexually exciting as far as Rachel was concerned. A thing like that was getting into some fairly heavy-duty erotica.

"Whatever you want, I want" had been his final word on the topic with a very pleased Sherry. By this time she couldn't imagine anything finer than a castrated male bringing home the bacon, getting the bills paid, doing the housework and never bothering her with a cock he no longer had.

Settling back in her seat on the flight east, Sherry smiled. The things they could teach girls in school if women really got their say in things some day! Funny how, when she visualized a classroom full of eager to learn fifth grade girls, Sherry always saw such enthusiasm on their pretty faces as they were introduced to a future of castrated male house-boys who earned household money and did all the work around home.

Of course the girls would grow up with the natural assumption that they would be married to other girls, while any male in the picture was first a sperm bank and then, later on when that need had passed, reduced to a sexless being who earned a living, obeyed orders, and never gave a thought to the one thing that really shouldn't be one of their privileges in the first place - sex. In a world where things were done properly, sex would have little, if indeed anything, to do with men, other than procreation. Until even that process was refined through the work of female scientists.

It was two months before Roy's kids were allowed to "see the result" of their parent's trip to New York. Sherry wanted him healed up first and accustomed to no longer actually being a "he" in any true sense of the term.

But it was also an educational thing and she did want both Lisa and Rick to see what the perfect "man" - again, with tongue in cheek - looked like.

In the basement sitting room, the site of Rick's first groin-kick, Sherry held an "unveiling" of sorts one Saturday evening for her two kids.

Lisa and Rick sat in the couch, and then Sherry had their "new" father walk into the room without any clothes on. For there really wasn't anything to "hide" any longer. Roy couldn't "expose himself", for he had nothing to expose.

He watched his two kids staring at his shaved groin area. There wasn't a thing to see except a smooth, hairless pubic mound with a tiny "pee hole" that had been formed as part of his castration.

There was no penis or scrotum anymore. There was nothing there other than that "pee hole". Roy wasn't a man, but he wasn't really a woman either. He was, as Sherry and Rachel - and the doctor - called it, sexless. Without gender.

Oh well, thought Lisa. Nothing to kick anymore. "Guess you pee sitting down now, huh Dad?" she said to him with that twinkle in her eye.

Roy nodded, somewhat embarrassed but not overly so. Things like this were becoming too ordinary in their house for that.

That's what I want when I'm eighteen, thought Rick as he gazed at the sexy no-penis no-scrotum look of his dad..

Sherry was enjoying this little educational moment in her own private way. For she couldn't help getting off on parading her castrated "husband" around like an interesting novelty she had picked up someplace.

Even this unveiling for the kids was an example of that. There could be no concerns about penis size or how Roy "stacked up" against his son or other guys. All of that absurd thought given to the cock and balls had been eliminated from his life for good.

Because of Sherry's open-door policy in their house, where the four members of the family were out in the open regarding how everything was going to be, these events weren't anywhere as earth-shaking as they would certainly have seemed to anybody who wasn't involved in it all from the beginning.

In their own way Sherry and Roy's children had adjusted very well to everything. Lisa, of course, was one hundred percent pro-female, while her own brother, although male, also was entirely pro-female. This allowed them to get along even better than years earlier when they were a couple of "typical" squabbling siblings. All they both had needed was for the sexes to be defined a great deal more finely than normally occurred in most families.

Each one needed to know "where they stood", with no middle ground or room for argument. Lisa adaped very well for a girl her age to a concept she had come to like on her own anyhow - that of the female being the stronger and authoritative sex.

Rick did equally well, for he was in full agreement with the whole idea of his being male as the reason why he "wasn't as good" as his sister. He liked and wanted it this way, and it actually became one of the biggest reason why he and Lisa got along very well as time went by.

One can only wonder, as Lisa and Sherry often did, how much of a more gentle, female-friendly world it might be if most guys were raised to think as Rick did. One result of there being more guys like him would definitely be a drastic fall in the number of rapes and other sexual assaults committed against women, which was one thing that both Lisa and her mother believed wholeheartedly as they "curtailed the male side" in their house.

Around school and with his buddies, of course, Rick needed to put on a big act so to speak, but because people are seldom who they appear to be when with others anyway, there was nothing slightly unusual about this. Except that he was hiding a bigger secret than any of the guys he hung out with would ever have guessed. This being his belief that it should be mandatory for guys to bow to girls because guys weren't of as high of a status as girls were.

It was, however, a secret that Rick knew he had to keep to himself, along with the other ones; his wish that he wasn't male at all, and that as long as he remained male, his sister or any other female, had all the right in the world to knee him in the groin, "knee-bump" him, or otherwise humiliate him by way of his balls. He had them and felt it his duty to accept whatever came with having them.

But Rick had made real progress along the way. Eventually he was admitting to his sister Lisa that he wore her underwear from time to time, and to his own delight, she honored him by making sure he felt some terrific and well-deserved pain for this offense. He may as well enjoy the humiliation and agony while he still had the appendages that caused it for him. Seeing it this way was his own method of "training himself" to take it when Lisa "let him have it".

Roy, unknown of course to friends, neighbors or family, took on the full-time role of household maid and butler. Whenever he wasn't at work or occupied with some other important task, his job was to wait on the women or keep himself busy on some useful chore. Rick had to obey his mother and sister as well, and because he was now the only one in the house with "balls", he was also the object of punishment for them.

Sherry enrolled Lisa in a few self-defense courses for girls and kept feeding her daughter's thirst for female superiority in any way she could. Roy submitted to his daughter trying out various self-defense "techniques" on him from time to time, loving the total humiliation she put him through by sometimes literally beating him up in their basement. That story he had liked so well always came to mind, although these days he couldn't get horny like he used to. Still, he liked to imagine that Lisa was "one of those girls" and had come over because he was her chosen adult male victim and she was going to "teach him a lesson". But with his sex drive severely diminished, it was impossible to miss actually getting "horny" very much. The need to become aroused was fading fast and Roy simply went along with the fact.

He got to where masturbation had been replaced by a new interest anyway - undergoing "a good thrashing" by Lisa down in the basement as she showed her father what she'd do if a guy attacked her. Roy saw the wisdom of acting as his daughter's practice dummy, for it would help keep her safe from harm at the hands of some creep, and Roy was as for this as any dad could be. Even to the wonderful point of having his own son watch him get his ass beat by Lisa from time to time so she could "keep in practice".

Not that her brother missed out on all the fun, for Lisa discovered that she liked to beat both guys up now and then. Rick was more fun for her in the obvious way - he still had balls that she could use to do what she called "finishing him off". But like the obedient little boy he had been turned into through repeated groin-kickings, "knee-bumps", and the overall environment of the home he lived in, Rick "took it" the way he should.

And it took a very special guy to thank his sister after she mopped up the basement sitting room floor with him and left him laying there, his hands uselessly covering his crotch. But Rick was that type of guy. His respect for his sister's lofty position was so great that even a good knee right in the testicles from her seemed to demand a thank you from him.

After a while, he was even able to enjoy laying on the basement floor, hands holding his nuts while agony flowed through him, and with Lisa standing there, that smirk of female self-righteousness on her pretty face. There were a few occasions when Rick absolutely loved being turned into a groin-clutching wreck by his younger sister. It was his way of paying homage to her femininity, and of course he told Lisa this.

Roy's birthday came along, his first since his castration and Sherry had a special surprise for him this year. First, she invited her friend Rachel over for dinner After the family ate, everyone was told to go down to the privacy of the basement sitting room.

Sherry and Rachel took seats on the couch, where they drank wine and watched as Lisa used her always growing skills in self-defense to beat the living crap out of both her brother and father at the same time for the enjoyment of the women.

It was an impressive show of female strength, or of male weakness, depending upon one's point of view. In any case, Lisa took both guys on at the same time and still only required a matter of two minutes or so to defeat them entirely.

Her dad no longer had anything to kick "down there", but he could be slapped in the face, punched in the stomach - and yes, still kneed in the groin for good measure. But he bored Lisa, for he was no challenge for her at all.

With Rick, as always, Lisa made quick work of him as well. A few miscellaneous punches, slaps, a gentle knee-bump or two as a "teaser" so her mom and friend could enjoy watching him double over. Each time Lisa "bumped" Rick in the balls and he did that, her mom and Rachel cheered and whistled. And then finally, a good "kick in the balls" to lay him out flat, to which the two women in the "audience" applauded loudly.

Rick was in heaven as he heard his mom and that friend of hers cheer after he got it in the nuts. This time it was an unbelievable privilege! To be completely humiliated this way in front of his mother and one of her friends, by his sister, and to be made to listen as they clapped and cheered after he went down, grabbing at his once-again kneed testicles.

There was no woman anywhere who could ever begin to comprehend how a knee in the groin to a guy who has the proper attitude about it can actually leave him in the most horrible agony while at the same time wishing that every female could see how he looked, laying there reaching weakly for his balls. There could only be one humiliation as good as this, and Sherry saved it for her husband.

She and Rachel sat on the couch with Lisa for a while, and the three of them chatted together and did their share of laughing at the two beat up guys on the floor. When Roy, who got the least of it because he had no balls to kick, was able to get up, Sherry stood up with Rachel and beckoned him with her finger.

"Would you stay down here with your brother, honey?" she asked Lisa, who nodded. She knew what was going to happen upstairs anyhow. So Sherry left with Rachel and Roy, leading them both upstairs to the bedroom that she once shared with Roy. Since his total emasculation, however, he had been made to move out of it and into what they called the guest room.

Outside the master bedroom, Sherry stopped Roy and made him sit down in the hallway. Then, taking Rachel by the hand, the two women went into the bedroom and closed the door. This would be Roy's special birthday gift. Being permitted to listen from outside the door as his wife made passionate love with her lesbian girlfriend.

If there indeed was a humiliation for a guy that was as great as being kicked in the balls in front of a female audience, it could only be a man waiting outside his former bedroom, very aware that he no longer had a penis or testicles, while listening to how it sounded when his wife had sex with her girlfriend. One message that came through loud and clear was the fact that women didn't seem to need a penis to enjoy sex.

Roy sat out there in the hallway, red-faced and loving every moment of the helpless jealousy that was surging through him while he heard the cries of Sherry and Rachel from inside the room where he once slept. He even pulled his pants down so he could listen to the women while gazing at the total nothingness of his manhood, his sex, and his self-esteem.

The woman he married had first browbeat him, then kicked him in the balls, then had him completely castrated, and now was flaunting the fact that she most likely hadn't ever really needed him or his cock. Roy leaned against the wall and smiled. Sherry hadn't even realized how much greater was the torture by not permitting Roy to watch her and Rachel.

And as he sat there and made himself hear Sherry cry out in a passion like he'd never heard from her before, his one thought was how this entire situation was exactly what he had always wanted. Maybe one fantasy he used to have had never come true in actuality, but it sure as hell had in a very figurative way. His own kids had indeed watched as their mother sliced his testicles off, in a manner of speaking. It wasn't precisely the way Roy's fantasy had gone, but it was oh so beautifully close.

He was now a nutless former man, his two kids knew it, and now his banishment from the marital bed was being made all too official by Sherry and Rachel. For all practical purposes, Sherry could just as well have whipped out a scalpel and done the job herself right down in that basement. The result was the same, however, and this was what Roy liked about it. Interesting though, he thought as the women were finally finishing up in that bedroom. A guy can already be castrated, but a woman can still find ways of "cutting his nuts off" afterward. Like by taking a girlfriend to her marital bed after having had her husband "fixed" and making it impossible for him to "perform". What could possibly be more like justice for all the things done to women by men than that?

THE END

11/03/06

The author thanks you for reading this work of fantasy-fiction. It is not based in any part on real people or events. The preceding characters and their personalities reside in the same fantasy world where all story characters live. Love and peace to all!! **Zangs101**