They had only been married for five months, but according to her he turned into an animal on their wedding night and nothing had changed since. She said he acted like he owned her, and fucking her nightly was to him a right of manhood, something he was entitled to because he had balls between his legs. Yeah, as far as he was concerned she was property, his property, and so he made her spread her legs whenever he wanted and he wanted it a lot. Lately he wasn’t letting her out of the house much either, and expected her to be home and ready, with dinner already made and her legs spread wide and open when he came through the door after work each day.

My sis was crying as she told me the story, begging for help, but she felt trapped and had no idea where to turn or what to do. I suggested a marriage counselor, or the police for that matter, or at least a women’s support group. But she just shook her head and the tears flowed, resigned I think to a life of torment. I listened, quietly, and as I watched the tears flow down her cheeks I decided to change him, to make things right and to somehow give my sister her life back. And, being a second year medical student, I thought in turns of a medical solution, and from my perspective I figured the answer was probably hanging right between his legs. Yeah, what occurred to me was that if I could fix his animalistic need to fuck, then I’d be able to end the madness that had become my sister’s nightmare. I know, it wasn’t the best of thoughts, but as I saw things, if her husband didn’t have his balls, then the problem would correct itself in very short order.

Now, as a medical student I knew something of the physics of castration, and the theory of how it could be done, but I’m no doctor yet and so I only partially knew how to do what needed to be done. I wasn’t any surgeon by any means, and so while I suppose my method was crude, it was still effective, and in much less time that it takes to read this story I nutted him. Yeah...I did, and it was a lot easier than I had thought it was going to be.

I knew from the beginning that one of my problems was going to be that I’m a wimpy sort of a guy, and I’m not very muscled or very strong. I have red hair, and a freckled face, and in some ways look more like a seventeen year old teenage boy than I do an adult going to medical school. Yeah, who would believe it but at twenty-four I look a lot younger, and I get carded all the time when I’m buying alcohol. As for my body, I’m tall, and thin, and except for my small patch of red pubic hair and some more under my arms, I don’t have any sexual hair on my body anywhere. So, without the strength and muscles of her husband, I knew if I tried to brute force the issue with the man, I’d lose straight out and it wouldn’t even be a contest.

But, being a medical student I knew a few things, and I decided from the beginning to use an equalizer and that was going to be pancuronium bromide. Getting it from the hospital wasn’t easy, but they use it during surgery, so it is around, and I took only a little at a time until I had the dose I needed, so they never caught on that any of it was missing. It’s a tricky drug, and if you give too much it can kill a man, but I needed it and as things turned out it worked far better than I could have imagined.

Simply put, the drug induces muscular paralysis, and if you use too great a dose it will even paralyze the muscles needed to breath, which is done routinely during major surgery when a patient is being ventilated and the anesthesiologist is doing the breathing for the man being operated on. Generally, it is given along with an anesthetic agent, so that the individual is unconscious at the same time he is paralyzed with the pancuronium bromide. But of course, that wasn’t my plan, and I didn’t want to knock him out and I didn’t need to paralyze him to the point he stopped breathing, and I sure didn’t want to kill him! But I wanted him helpless, and this drug was the secret for that. As it turns out, in the right dosage it will flat out drop a man, and after it’s been given the real beauty of the drug is that he remains fully conscious, watching everything and feeling it too, but yet totally unable to do anything at all about it. For what I had to do, it was exactly what I needed, and it worked far better than I ever could have imagined.

I arranged things with my sister, and while I told her some things I didn’t tell her everything. Yeah, I didn’t exactly tell her I was going to castrate her husband, as much as I told her I’d have a serious talk with him and make sure he wouldn’t molest her anymore. I think she was skeptical, but she wanted something done, and I had always helped her and she at least trusted me to make things right. So, with her concurrence I was in her closet listening when he got home from work. I had told her to resist him, to insist it wasn’t the right time and that she wasn’t in the mood. For one thing, I had to see for myself, to make sure he really was the brute of a man she had claimed. When he got home nothing happened right away, and he popped a beer and set down to his dinner, and so for a while nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happen.

But then, sure enough, right after dinner he wanted his fuck, and she resisted and told him she wasn’t in the mood as I had instructed her to do. When she tried to put him off he immediately exploded in anger, and then I heard him plain as day hit her full force, and she screamed and I heard the blow as he struck what turned out to be her face. I hadn’t expected that! I almost went running to her, but before I could move right after he struck her, I heard him coming up the stairs like a freight train so I stayed put instead. He bounded into the bedroom with her over his shoulder, holding her like a sack of potatoes. He came into the bedroom, his face red with rage, and then as I watched he just tossed her onto their bed, so that she landed on her back. I was still in the closet, with the door slightly ajar, and I was stunned at how fast things were happening. Oh how I wanted to jump out and defend her! I bit my tongue instead and stayed put, and held to my plan, even as I watched him literally rip off her clothes and undo his own pants in a rush of excitement.

She was hysterical, crying, begging him to stop, and he in turn was screaming back at her while he was undressing, calling her a ‘bitch’’ and telling her flat out that it was his right as a husband to fuck his wife whenever he wanted, and she had better well understand that. He literally screamed at her, and I’ll never forget his words: “YOU LISTEN TO ME BITCH! WHEN I WANT YOUR LEGS SPREAD, IT IS YOUR DUTY TO SPREAD THEM! YOU GOT THAT??? NOW OPEN YOUR CUNT, AND ENJOY MY COCK!”

God! I could hardly stand to listen to him. He was a very powerful man, solid muscle and with that chiseled body that any man would crave, and physically I was no match for him. When he pealed off his muscle shirt, and undid his pants, his flat stomach and big chest were laced with horizontal lines of pure muscle and they rippled as he moved. As soon as he lowered his underwear his big fat cock jutted out, thick and hard, its huge bulbous head big and round and purple, glistening in the light where it was wetted with his precum. Fuck he was horny, and I’ve never seen any man jutting like that!

But it was his balls that held my attention, and his scrotum was simply huge, by any measure, and his big sac of man-meat swung between his legs, his twin nuts packed inside and fueling his desire. He continued to yell at her, at the same time he mounted her, without any foreplay at all. She was crying, and begged him not to, but he never slowed down and instead within seconds he just started pounding his cock into her, in and out and in and out, slamming into her so hard that his balls slapped up against her pussy. She was crying and begging him not to fuck her even as he was doing it, but when she tried to struggle and scratch at his back he grabbed her two wrists and held them down to the bed. After that he just held onto her and fucked her with a vengeance, enjoying his thrusting while she struggled beneath him. God I wanted to help her! He was literally raping her! Still, I bid my time, and I waited, as I knew I would only have a single chance and for my plan to work I would have to catch him totally off-guard. I was afraid if he heard anything and caught me there before I was ready that it would be a disaster and he might even kill me. So, I waited, waited for him to shoot his wad, to fill my sister’s unwilling pussy with his jism and lose himself in the ecstasy of his ejaculation.

So, I just watched, as hard as that was to do. He rutted into her, like an animal in heat, and fucked her so fast and furiously that his back was soon glistening with his sweat. I was looking right at his ass, watching his big sac of balls swinging, and as he thrust into her I was able to see his balls as they slowly tightened up in his sac. I could tell he was getting close, and as I stared at him and the ring of hair around his hole you could hear the slurp-slurp-slurp sound of his big cock sliding in and out of my sister’s vagina. God he was fucking her hard! Finally, he tossed his head back and started to grunt, and then he said very loudly, almost as if he was announcing his conquest, “OH YEAH.......HERE IT COMES BABY! HERE IT COMES! OH...OH FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHH...TAKE MY WAD! I’m CUMMING!”

As he said that, he slammed into her one final time, very deep, shoving his ten inch cock in as deep as he could, pausing there as he ejaculated his load of sperm deep into the folds of her womanhood. Just as he did, I quietly slipped out of the closet, and without any pause or hesitation, I quietly walked the four feet to the edge of the bed, and jammed that hypo right into the side of his thigh, burying the needle to the hilt and with a single swift motion of my hand, I pushed the plunger into him and injected the full dose of pancuronium bromide directly into his bloodstream. As it turned out, I shot the drug into him at the exact same time his cock was injecting his DNA load into my sister.

He was totally shocked! The needle stab grabbed his full attention of course, and he spun around in disbelief. As his eyes locked on me, he jerked his still spurting cock out of her pussy and spun around so he was facing me. Oh shit he was mad! Yeah, he was really pissed, and his eyes took in the hypodermic needled in my fist, and then he came after me, in a furry. I turned and ran, oh shit I ran, and he came off the bed in a flash after me. He was moving fast, but luckily, the drug worked even faster, and fortunately for me as his feet hit the floor they failed him and he tripped just before he could reach me. He fell forward instead, as his legs buckled under him, and he hit the floor hard. As I heard him stumble, I turned to look, and that’s when I paused as it was obvious the drug was rushing to his brain and things were happening fast for him.

He looked confused, but he locked eyes with me and the anger was painted across his face. He put his right arm on the bed and tried to get up from where he had fallen, and it was obvious he was really determined. But his legs weren’t working right, and while he somehow staggered to his feet, before he could take a step in my direction he fell again, backwards this time, back on the bed, his eyes open in disbelief as he lost control of himself. He was sitting up then, and seemed to stop, hesitating, his right arm frozen and still reaching, no longer his to control. A few seconds later his entire body seemed to go limp then, like a rag doll, and he fell backwards into the pillows. His eyes were darting about, trying to figure out what was happening to him.

At that point, I relaxed. I had him! I actually laughed then, in relief probably as much as anything, and then I stood and watched as the drug continued to take its effect and raced to his brain. He had no idea what was happening to him, or who I was, or what I had done to him. But the one thing he was figuring out fast was that he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, and I will always cherish that look of confusion and helplessness that registered on his face. He was lifeless after that, laying nice and quiet and flat on his back then, his head and shoulders on the pillows, all propped up so nice and ready, his entire body now just a lifeless rag doll and powerless to move. He was mine!

“WHO ARE YOU????” my sister screamed, playing her lines like a pro. I looked at her, pretending not to know her at all, and said “Get out of here! Go! I’m going to have a few words with your husband here, and then I’m going to leave. What you do after that is up to you. For now, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

And she did, running off in a flurry, not really knowing what I was going to do but knowing something was definitely going to happen. As soon as she was gone, I mounted the bed, and then grabbed the big man’s two legs and spread them apart, wide apart, and while he watched me doing it he couldn’t prevent it. I was right in front of his wilting cock and huge sac of balls, and he could stare and watch and yet was powerless to do anything about it. I didn’t waste any time. With his nuts exposed to me, I then pulled the little scalpel I had brought with me from the hospital, still in its sterile wrap. I peeled off the wrapping, and as he saw it in my hand his eyes were wide, and some slobber came out of his mouth as he began to drool. You could see him register the knife, and he tried to struggle, but the drug was in full force by then and he was totally helpless to do anything but watch.

He was just sprawled out naked on the big bed, where he had just fucked my sister, and as I reached for his nuts you could see him fighting it, trying to move but unable to do so. I reached down between his legs and hefted his balls, and as I picked up his scrotum his eyes went wider. His mouth quivered, as he tried to talk, and more drool came out. I smiled, and then I said: “You are a fucking bastard, an animal, a stallion out of control as far as I can tell. Well, don’t worry, because this is your lucky day. I’m gonna take care of your problem, and collect a couple of souvenirs while I’m doing it, and after I’ve done that, you’re days of fucking a woman like you own her are gonna be over. In fact, after I’m done with you, I don’t suspect you will be very interested in fucking much of anything anymore, not even your own fist. So, big boy, are you ready? Are you ready to be castrated?

He grunted, and his eyes went even wider then, and he grunted again, deeper and more primitive, struggling to talk but the words not coming out. He made some other noises that were something less than human, and then his head started to move a little and I could see him fighting the drug that had him in its spell. Normally, I should have had over an hour to work on him, but he was already starting to come out of it and I didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary. He was a big, powerful man, and his body was metabolizing the drug and I just decided to get it done. His cock wilted, and was lying like a wet noodle after that, having had its fun and now relaxed after spurting his seed, and as I looked at it the thought occurred to me that it’s days of fucking my sister’s pussy were done.

I was still holding his fat scrotum in my left hand, and I didn’t wait. While he stared, I pushed in the blade of the little surgical steel knife near the right side of his bag, and brought the razor sharp blade down through the tissue, behind his right nut and through the layers there. He grunted, and shuddered, and a small quivering started in his hands as he struggled to move them. He grunted again, deeper, and gave a really loud moan and another grunt as the pain hit him full force.

His breathing picked up too, and he gasped as he felt me nutting him. He sure didn’t like being castrated! Well, too bad I say, and as he grunted and felt the pain I then started separating the layers, using the razor sharp knife to slice through them one after the other, until I reached the man’s right testicle and exposed it to the air. He had a big nut, really big, and as I worked it through the slit I had made in his bag and pushed it out of his scrotum, I was amazed at how big it was. I pulled on it then, to stretch the chord, and then just before I took it I said to him: “OK stud, you’re about to lose your right nut. Yeah...I know it hurts like hell. I’ll make it quick.” Then, I moved my wrist and the ball was mine.

A string of drool came out of his mouth, and his eyes were so fucking wide as he stared and watched me nutting him. I don’t think he could believe it, and his face contorted when I lifted up his severed ball and held it in front of him so he could see what I had done to him. Then, I sat it next to his spent cock, and went back into his scrotum for the man’s remaining orb. His legs moved this time, slightly, as he tried to pull them together to protect what remained within his scrotum. But, I pulled his legs back apart, wide apart, and then went into his bag again.

This time he shuddered as I sliced open the other side of his scrotum, making the same curving cut up behind his left ball. Again, I worked the blade slowly down through the layers of tissue, cutting away each later very carefully until I could see his testicle that was waiting for me. His scrotum wasn’t all that different than the dog we had dissected in anatomy class, and I didn’t really have any trouble at all digging for his last nut. Oh, he really grunted when I squeezed it out, and his right arm moved about a foot, and he took a coupe of big breaths and for a second I thought he was going to stop me. His legs started to close again, but it turned out that’s all he was able to do. I pushed his legs back apart one more time, and then laid the little knife to the chord of his last remaining testicle, and that’s when I paused.

Time seemed to stand still then, as I contemplated finishing the job and unmanning him. He was looking right at my hand, and his exposed ball, staring at the blade that was against his chord and just waiting to complete his unmanning. His legs were wide part, almost as if he was eager for it to be done, and I could see him staring in disbelief at what I was doing to him. That’s when I said: “You don’t own a woman’s pussy....not even your wife’s. You hear me? You are like the wild stallion, fucking the mare whenever it suits you. A wild horse lives only for rutting, but you’re a married man and you need to have better manners. Hopefully, you’ll be a little more docile once you’ve been gelded.”

He drooled some more, and then his eyes went really wide and he grunted out a series of sounds. His left wrist twitched too, and I could see him struggling to stop me. Then I said: “If you aren’t really nice to your wife from now on, I’m gonna come back and take your cock next time.” Oh his eyes went even wider then, and I laughed at his expression. Then I winked at him, and as I did I jerked the blade and in that instant I nutted him.

He gasped, and I saw him swallow, his eyes were wide open as he felt and watched me unman him. After that he just stared at his two balls, and I said: “They are an impressive set, I’ll give you that! Well, I’m gonna flush these big jewels down the toilet---we wouldn’t want some doctor to try and play hero and put them back in now, would we?”

Oh you should have seen the defeat on his face then! I painted some disinfectant on his slits, and used some medical super glue to close the two slits I had made. I wasn’t sure if he would rush to the hospital, call the police, or what, but regardless of what he did the job had been neat enough, and there actually wasn’t a lot of blood. Even so, I wasn’t quite done with him yet, and I had one final lesson that I wanted to teach. I smiled at him, and then I said: “You want to know why, don’t you? Well, you get your kicks out of fucking a helpless woman, ramming your cock into her without any regard to what she needs. That’s why you don’t deserve your balls. When you force your cock into an unwilling hole, it’s not enjoyable if you are the owner of the hole being fucked. You got that? No, I don’t suppose you do. Well, I’m going to give you a free lesson to make damn sure you understand.”

Then, as he watched me, I lowered my pants, and my thin teenage looking cock jutted out, oh-so-eager. As he stared at me and my eager dick, I slipped on a condom, just because I didn’t want to leave any sperm inside of him, and then I lifted the man’s legs, up over his head, and keeping a hold onto his ankles I pushed my eager cock into his unwilling hole, burying it to the hilt in his very hot ass.

His two excised balls rolled down from his belly and ended up on his chest, between his nipples where they sat as I fucked him. I was face to face with the man, and I stared into his eyes as I pushed my pole in and out of his eunuch hole. I fucked him in and out, in and out, as deep as I could with each thrust. I made sure that my sac of nuts was slapping up against his hole, and I know he could feel it there, and as the drug began to wear off he started to shake and jerk as he struggled desperately to regain some control of his muscles and to stop what was being done to him. But I knew I had plenty of time for the fuck, and I owned him and he needed to learn what my cock could teach him. I loved his expression as I fucked him, and it was very obvious he sure didn’t like a cock inside of him! But, I wanted him to know the feeling, to feel himself being forced-fucked and to perhaps better understand why he didn’t deserve his balls. He watched me the entire time, until I squirted out my load and shot my cream into him. OH FUCK HIS TIGHT ASS FELT SO DAMN GOOD!

After I was done, I pulled out of him and put my pants back on, and then I picked up his two severed testicles and the filled rubber I had fucked him with. I pushed the new eunuch’s two big nuts into the open end of the rubber, so that the condom contained them. They looked funny inside that latex, swimming in my sperm I had just ejaculated. Somehow, it just seemed appropriate. I held the used rubber right up to his face, so it was swinging in front of him, and he could get a good look at his two balls that filled the tip sitting in my load of jism I had just ejaculated. I had to laugh then, as he stared at the balls that were no longer his, floating in my sperm that served as a testament to what he could no longer make. I had unmanned him! Then, just before I left, I tossed the condom with his nads into the toilet just as I had promised, and with a single flush I sent it all into the sewer. He seemed to collapse then, a look of total defeat consuming him. I had literally stolen his balls, and taken him out of the gene pool once and for all. Yeah, I had unmanned him, and now as a eunuch with an empty bag and a lifeless cock, he was changed, and as far as I could see it, it was all for the better.

I left then, and as I went downstairs I gave my sister a hug and a kiss, and then I left them once and for all. I figured she would go to him, and they might call the cops and the doctors, so I made myself scarce. But I was wrong about that. For one thing, my sister played the good sympathetic wife, and as it turned out he was far too humiliated at what had been done to him to allow anyone to know. And, I suppose he was smart enough to realize that if he did go to the doctors, that no matter how good they might be, they weren’t going to be able to give him his balls back.

The weird part out of all of this is that as hard as it is for me to believe looking back on it now, they stayed married, and without his nuts he actually turned into a half-way decent husband in very short order. That was something I never would have expected when I was removing his balls from his scrotum. I’m not sure how he handles the bedroom duties and keeps my sister satisfied, but at least now she’s calling the shots and she says she is very happy. The real clincher is that nine months after I nutted him, they had twin boys, so I guess her husband’s last and final wad of sperm gave her the kids that she had always wanted.

[Authors note: © Copyright October, 2007. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you like any of my stories, I’d like to know. Thanks. -Nathan// nathan9001 at yahoo dot com]