I used to be the epitome of masculinity, at age 15 I was 6 feet tall, solid muscle, six pack abs and a 8 ½ inch dick that was rock hard most of the time above two pendulous egg-sized sperm factories. I played every sport imaginable and had any girl I wanted… except Jessica. Jessica was the hot new chick in school, just seeing her got my meat at attention and she knew it. I kept putting my moves on her but to no avail, it made my other conquests less satisfying and started to ruin my cred.

One day, after school I asked her why she didn’t like me, she said “Men are pathetic and weak, I don’t need them to satisfy me, your most pathetic of all because your balls control you, that’s why you need these” Jessica pulled her top up to show quickly her perfect breasts, I came right in my pants. I needed her, if there weren’t other people nearby I’d have raped her. “Fine, if men are so weak, I challenge you to a fight”

“Ok” Jessica said “but lets make it more interesting. If I win, you give me your car”

I wasn’t nervous at all about my sports-car “Sure, but if I win, I get to fuck you all night long at Preston’s party, in public. I said “Deal” she said and I cummed again thinking of the great fuck she’d be.

That Saturday we each had some friends to witness the fight, but no huge crowd like you see in the movies. Jessica and I stripped stark naked, and my rod was once again hard, a disadvantage, but hey, the easier to poke her with when I take her down.

:”Ready, set, go” my friend called out and I lunged at her, trying to knock her over pin her down and shove my dick into her, but as I approached her I heard a loud crunch. The pain didn’t hit me at first, then I collapsed. “My balls, my balls, where are my balls” I’d been hit in the balls before but never this painfully, I tried to hold them in agony but I literally couldn’t find them. As my friend examined my sack trying to find my once prominent balls Jessica stood proudly “It works every time, the ‘liquidator’ a technique I picked up from my sister, who’d learned it in self-defense class, one hit turns balls into mush and men into eunuchs.”

After a week of recovery I still hadn’t accepted my new status. I came into school, once a powerful stud, now a ball-less wonder, a joke. In PE I started to fall behind, girls no longer had anything to do with me, which bothered me only for the week and a half or so that I still had a sex-drive. My cock, now permanently soft, shrank to what it used to be when I was 6, and I didn’t make the baseball team cut, the first time I ever didn’t make it through a sports tryout. Jessica didn’t laugh though, she just smiled and occasionally gave me a wink. I no longer thought of her perfect tits, maybe because after the hot flashes, I started to grow a set of my own…