It seems that for just about as long as I can remember, almost every female who ever came into contact with me yearned to cut my balls off.

In this world, there are some guys who have been blessed with a natural charm that draws women to them. They must give off a scent, or pheromones, women pick up igniting in them an uncontrollable, animalistic urge to mate. These guys become totally irresistible and females, filled with lust, just HAVE TO fuck them, or die. Wow, what it would be like to be one of those lucky bastards!

I had been born cursed with a different charm. One that set off a similar response in females only; but unfortunately it produced an uncontrollable lust in them to take a kitchen knife, a pocket knife, razor blade, garden shears, fingernails, or scissors, ANYTHING that would sever my testicles from me. Young women, middle aged and older women, all became filled with this craving.

You’ve seen the movies where the zombie armies of the night walk towards their human victims chanting: “Brains, brains, brains!”

In my case it was bloodlust charged women chanting; “Balls, balls, balls!”

I could see it in their eyes; it was the sexual thrill that drove them, the desire to dominate, humiliate, be triumphant and victorious over me, and to demonstrate their superiority, but above all; to achieve total sexual empowerment. It was as if the removal of my balls would forever liberate the female race from subservience and sexual inequality, and enable them to take control and be finally free to thereafter and forevermore enjoy the most intense and all-consuming orgasmic bliss each and every time they ravished their husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, AND themselves!

Looking back, that might well have been how it was, but let me tell you my story, and you be the judge......

To begin with; you have to thank your lucky stars that, in the few weeks after I was born, the procedure of getting circumcised was carried out by a male doctor, otherwise my story would have ended right here!

My first experience with an out of control female was when I was about 6 and I was in Grade 1 West. I was over playing at Kim Browning’s house after school one day. We were in her bedroom and she suggested we play “rudies”. She took off her undies, lifted her dress and showed me her “girly bits”. Then she demanded I do the same and show her my “thingy”. When I dropped my shorts to reveal my pecker she screamed in terror! Next thing I know Mrs Browning is storming into the room, took one look at my “thingy”, called me a little pervert and chased me out of the house grabbing her large pair of sewing scissors on the way threatening to cut it off! I was amazed at how fast I could run with my shorts around my knees.

Mrs Browning must have told all the other mothers in prep, as from then on they would look at me strangely, whisper and giggle amongst themselves. On occasions I noticed some would look at me and smile, hold up their fingers forming scissors, and say “Timmy, snip, snip!” Mrs. Mollison, who had a very attractive little daughter, Vanessa, who I was quite fond of, did this gesture once, sneered and said; “Timmy, just remember; scissors cuts rocks every time!” That confused the hell out of me for a while!

When I was about 10 I was placed in hospital to have my tonsils removed. At night when the operation was taking place, sixty year old, Doctor Jacqueline Perry, after extracting my tonsils, suggested to the attending theatre nurses that it would also be highly advisable, and a great opportunity, to remove the other two offending lumps whilst the scalpel was poised over them and me, the patient, was out cold. They all agreed. The only thing that stopped this from occurring was that in the adjoining ward a woman suddenly went into hard labour requiring an immediate caesarean. I overheard this the following morning as the nursing staff chattered and giggled. One commented to me as she fluffed my pillow; My! Timmy, you’ve lost weight. You’re two stone lighter!”

Another young nurse giggled; “Yes, but it should have been four!”

There were other examples and close calls as the years went by. As a teenager at high-school I was a bit of a loner but certainly as sex-obsessed as the next guy. I thought girls were tremendously exciting but at the same time very scary, hence I tended to remain aloof. There were a group of six quite attractive hip young things, led by Vanessa Mollison, who had blossomed into a stunning young sexual goddess, but she knew it, and was quite a tease. However she disliked me intensely, probably due to her mother’s influence. She often stopped me at the locker with her entourage, and announced she was having a castration party at her house that weekend and all the girls would be there and would I like to attend as the guest of honour. This was always greeted with shrieks of giggles as they moved off, leaving me very embarrassed.

On the second last day of school in final year I had been studying late at the library and was just returning to my locker. The school corridors were deserted. From behind me came a voice calling my name. I turned and saw it was Louise Chappell, an attractive girl I quite liked, and who was not part of Vanessa’s group. We had both been in the school choir and she had a lovely voice. She was wearing her school dress with a few top buttons undone. She walked over to me, and took me by the hand. “Come with me.” she said.

Louise had not expressed any interest in me before, and I don’t know what compelled me to go with her, I think it was those buttons that were undone with the hint of hidden firm, young, and nubile female treasures underneath.

She led me to the girls’ toilets and in we went. She backed me up to the hand basins. I had an amazing boner in my pants. She took a step back; “Tim, I don’t know why the other girls teased you all through school, I think you’re kinda cute. School finishes tomorrow, and I’m going off to college next year, I thought it would be nice to end up on a good note”. She leant forward and kissed me on the mouth. My first kiss, I almost came in my pants! She pressed herself against me, and placed my hand on her breast, my thumb brushed over a nipple that was rigid. She moaned, “Oh Tim.”

She pushed her tongue into my mouth. She reached for my member, “Oh yes!” she cried. She lowered herself to my crotch, unzipped me and took out me penis; “It’s beautiful,” she cooed and ran her tongue up the shaft. I almost lost my load. Louise undid my belt and zip and dropped my pants to my ankles. ”Hmmn.” She engulfed my whole member with her tender, moist, young, eager mouth. It was too much too soon, and I exploded like Mount Vesuvius and shot a huge wad into her mouth, and down her throat. She instinctively gagged and pulled it out of her mouth, however she looked like she was fighting a losing battle with a monstrously out-of-control gushing and thrashing fire hose that continued to spray her face and neck and hair with a foaming, frothing, endless lava of cum. Cum that had been pent up way too long, and now the cork had been popped was going spill and ooze forth until the bags were completely empty. On and on and on it flowed, I was in heaven, never had I felt such pleasure. It continued on like a giant white rope uncoiling. For Louise, there was no escaping it, she copped every drop, every, glob, every ribbon and spray. I hoped this joy would never end. However after what seemed like an eternity, it did. I was drained. I looked down at Louise and saw what appeared to be a creamy, white “stalagmite” rising from the floor of the bathroom, but one clutching my semi-erect but cum dripping penis.

After a few clearing coughs; “Now Tim, I want you to give me something I can remember you by.”

The voice had come from within the white sticky mass. Somewhere in there, there had to be a face! I looked for an opening. Could those be eyes blinking up at me?

“But, but, didn’t I do just that?” I responded.

“Yes, but I need something else. I want you to give me your balls. Please let me castrate you now. I promise I’ll make it really special for you.” Louise pleaded.

“I think you’re going to find it hard to top that last effort.”

“But Tim I want them, I must have them, please let me take them, now!”

“Louise, no! You said after all these years in choir together, you wanted us to finish on a good note.” I said.

A flash of anger, “I do want us to finish on a good note, and in your case; a really high note, one only a castrato could reach! So let me cut your nuts off now!”

Without warning into the girls’ bathroom rushed Vanessa and her crew of the beauties. They stood before us surveying the scene. Louise, on her knees, turned to face them, her “globuled” hand let go of my sticky dick. This action produced an audible sound like Velcro coming apart. It felt like a band-aid being ripped off quickly. I flinched.

Jasmin, a voluptuous redhead, looked down at the figure kneeling,

“Lou, is that you, under all that goo? Looks like “Muck-Up Day” literally came a day early for you!”

Vanessa stood in front of me, legs apart, and produced a flick knife. “Tim, we’ve come for your balls.” She flicked open the blade. It would certainly do the job, “And we’re not leaving without them.”

Jasmin looked from Louise to me to Vanessa; “Looks like we’re only going to be getting empty shells!”

Conchita, with dark smooth skin and big brown eyes smiled, “Doesn’t look like Louise will collect that bounty after all!”

I was stunned, and scared, “Bounty!” I stammered.

“Don’t you ever read Facebook?” smiled Vanessa, “There’s been a bounty on your testicles for two weeks, to be cut and displayed in a jar for all to see at our final session of “show and tell” tomorrow. Winner stands to collect three hundred bucks.”

“All the girls put in.” offered Amanda, a delicious blond.

I was almost trembling, “How’d you get the knife passed Claris on security?”

There was a glint in Vanessa’s eye, “I didn’t have to, when I told Claris what I intended to do, she gave me the knife! Now grab him girls, hold him down. Let’s cut these balls off before they have a chance to re-charge.”

They rushed me. I was outnumbered, and I am not a tall or overly strong person, and struggle as I did, soon they had me on the floor half propped up against the wall with legs spread, and being firmly held by six gorgeous, clearly incredibly excited girls who were about to have their most intense and memorable biology lesson of their school careers. Vanessa stood over me. She hoisted up her high cut school dress and slowly pulled down a pair of crimson lace knickers. In my panic I realised they weren’t school regulation issue and she could get in a lot of trouble!

“No please, not my balls, please, I’ll do anything. Plea..”

She crouched down, leant over and shoved her knickers in my mouth. They were warm and moist, and tasted great. My penis went rock hard again.

“Yes, your balls, and you will be a eunuch, with no desire for sex. You won’t even want to look at something like THIS!”

And she raised her dress and there was her shaven sex, as bald as a badger, and moist. It was almost as if she’d got to her final year of school and hadn’t yet reached puberty! But I could smell it, and it was pumping out more heat than a three thousand watt radiator! I could feel the hairs on my calf begin to singe under its intensity.

Conchita said excitedly, “Come on, cut them off! He’s cracked a boner! I want to see his balls come off in your hand.”

“And hear him squeal like a cut piglet,” laughed Carol.

Vanessa reached over and at first ran her fingers down my shaft. I moaned. She had a gentle touch, and very soothing. When her fingers reached the base of my shaft they slowly reached behind and took hold of my scrotum. She gave it a little tug as she got a firm grip. She squeezed my testicles slightly and pulled them away from my body. She drew the knife closer as she looked into my eyes. She could see my fear and sensed her victory was near. I was mesmerised by the blade, but took a final look at her hot little snatch as she squatted before me. It was literally dripping on my calf and burning like acid!

She smiled at me but addressed the others, “Now girls, on the count of three I’m going to slice and dice…”

I was trying to work the knickers out of my mouth to scream...

Vanessa placed the blade behind my scrotum ready to pull and slice up towards her.

“One.”

Her hand began to tremble a little, with excitement.

Louise watched on having joined in the countdown. She ran three fingers across her cheek, scooping up a huge wad of cum and put it in her mouth, clearly noting with great satisfaction that this would be the last batch ever produced.

Suddenly I noticed that the cubicle door opposite was slightly ajar. I remembered having seen it closed earlier. There was someone in there!

“Two.”

The girls were beside themselves with anticipation and fully focused on the task at hand… I continued to try to push out the knickers.

The cubicle door opened a bit further. The person inside peered out sheepishly, if not only to get a better look at my balls being cut away. She appeared almost as excited and curious as the panting, frenzied girls surrounding me.

Finally, I spat the knickers out.

“Three!”

“Principal Primrose!” I yelled.

Vanessa stopped cold and spun around. Sprung! Sprung bad!

Principal Primrose, a “prim and proper” spinster in her mid sixties, quickly composed herself.

“Girls!” she blurted, “What on earth are you doing!”

I was released. I pulled my pants up, composed myself, and Principal Primrose marched us all to her office. I was told to sit in her waiting area whilst the girls all went directly in to her office.

They were in there about half an hour, whilst I pondered my future. Eventually they filed out passed me, glancing in my direction, all looking pretty smug and pleased with themselves.

Principal Primrose called me in to her office and I stood in front of her desk. She told me that the she was very displeased at me having dragged Louise into the girls’ toilets at knifepoint on the last day of school and forced her to perform oral sex. She was furious that the evidence, being copious quantities of my sperm, had desecrated her school uniform, and that I would be sent the dry-cleaning bill.

She further said that Louise had been very lucky that Vanessa, a model student destined for great things, and the other girls had, by chance, wandered in and overpowered me, and were just about to look for security personnel, when she, Principle Primrose, who had been in the cubicle with her headphones on, came out in the nick of time. Vanessa and her girls were to be given the highest school recognition for catching a young rapist and I was to be expelled and prohibited from sitting my final exams. Principal Primrose went on to say that I should be thanking my lucky stars that Louise had agreed not to press charges therefore saving the school any embarrassment, and me from the juvenile detention centre. And then she finished by standing at her desk, staring me right in the eye and saying something, that to this day, I’ll never forget. On that note I left. Left the school, and shortly after left the town vowing never to return. I hoped that I’d find somewhere where females would treat me as a sex object, rather than and object to be de-sexed.

PART 2

I arrived in the “big smoke” without much money, got a room in a boarding house and soon after got a job packing shelves at night at a supermarket. During the day I went to a technical college having enrolled in a real estate course. Eventually I got a job at a real estate agency in a prestigious suburb managing residential apartments and units. This involved leasing properties and collecting rents. Fortunately the only woman in the office was a middle aged bookkeeper called Val. The boss was a bloke who was pretty shifty but he paid me on time and I really liked the job. Things went well, I worked hard and eventually I moved into a small bed-sitting room above the shop.

One of my client Landlords was Rose Gandell, a woman of European descent, age early fifties with olive skin and very generously proportioned, always wore black with low cut blouses showing her ample cleavage. She was hearty, a bit brazen, and married to a much older man who produced movies. They had no children. She was quite wealthy and owned several apartments. I had been chasing this tenant of hers for rent who was proving to be elusive and I was explaining this to Mrs Gandell one day in Val’s office. She looked at me with her dark brown eyes and big white teeth and said; “Tim, if you don’t get the rent, I’ll have you castrated!”

I was dumbfounded and looked at Val who looked at Mrs Gandell, and then Mrs. Gandell broke into laughter and said; “Just joking, Tim,” and patted me on the back. Val was equally amused at my discomfort. I finally caught up with the tenant and collected the rent, therefore, joking or not, my balls were safe for a while longer, at least.

As time went by I really settled in and was making progress. Rose Gandell and I had a good professional relationship, as I did with all my clients. But there was no girl in my life and so I spent a lot of time in my bed-sitting room watching internet porn and jerking off.

Then one day I ran into Chelsea Robbins. Actually she ran into me. I was out jogging on the bike path along the river late one afternoon and she was riding towards me when a dog off its leash crossed her path unexpectedly. She served to avoid it and ran straight into me, injuring my inner thigh. We both collapsed to the ground, me clutching my wound. Fortunately Chelsea wasn’t hurt. She immediately rushed to my assistance, apologising profusely. She wished to attend to my wound however I told her it was fine. And then our eyes met. She had lovely eyes, and a sweet smile. She suggested we sit for awhile to allow me to recover. We began talking. She was an arts student at the local college and was looking to have a career in furniture design. We got on really well and I didn’t feel threatened by her at all. I plucked up courage to ask her out for dinner. She accepted and we swapped phone numbers.

We went out the following Saturday night and had a great time chatting away. Chelsea lived with her mother. Her father had abandoned them and run off with his secretary many years before. Her mother harboured a distrust of all men. But Chelsea seemed very sweet. At the end of the night I drove her home. She lived in a wealthy suburb in a large house, just her and her mother. I parked in the gravel driveway and I walked her to the front porch. As she had a slightly expectant expression I moved in tentatively for a kiss. She was very responsive, so I lingered a little longer. I kept by body away from her so she wasn’t knocked over by my erect and throbbing penis that had, with a mind of its own, thrust itself forward and would have easily knocked her flying through the door like a crash test dummy.

Suddenly the front door was flung open and there was her mother standing there, obviously a little drunk. She looked at me with immediate distrust and hate, and in her eye was that look I had seen many times before.

Chelsea introduced me to Sylvia Robbins, and as polite as I could be, I scored no points. I said goodnight and promised to call.

Our relationship quickly escalated and we saw each other as often as possible. Finally the night came when we decided to go the whole way. I had been jerking off several times a day for a week so I didn’t have the same “pressure cooker” problem I had with Louise. Consequently it all went pretty well in my bed-sitter under candle light. We hungrily but tenderly explored each other’s young firm bodies. And we took precautions.

Following this night our passion escalated. We saw each other frequently and began rooting like rabbits. This was fantastic and went on for six months. We were young, adventurous, and NO ORIFACE was left unexplored, although try as I may, I could only penetrate one of the five in her head. It was the time of our lives and we fell madly in love. We were very happy with our lust and passion. As the saying goes “practice makes perfect”, and soon Chelsea began calling me her “Master Swordsman” which was one hell of an ego boost. However the stronger our relationship grew the more her mother, Sylvia resented me. I was never allowed to stay over. All of our lovemaking took place in my bed-sitter, that is; when we weren’t doing it in the car, in the park, fire-escapes, beach, train, and local swimming pool. Whenever I dropped her home her mother was always discouraging and saying that Chelsea had to spend more time studying, and that I was a bad influence. Half the time she had been drinking, and that look in her eye was always present.

Around this time Rose Gandell’s husband passed away. I expressed my sincerest sympathy. She was naturally upset, but still looked very sexy in black. At the funeral she made a remark to me that now she would have to find herself a younger man to make up for all those years with the old codger. She raised her eyebrows toward me, but I laughed it off. She later said she had been busy trying her hand at directing short films, through her husband’s company, and her work would keep her occupied.

A month later disaster struck. My boss, the shifty prick, had an unexpected visit from the auditors. They discovered an anomaly in the trust account to the tune of fifty thousand dollars. I was amazed! But what stunned me was that my boss accused me of stealing it! I hadn’t even had access to the accounts, but some dodgy checks turned up with what appeared to be his forged signature. The police were called and I was interviewed as a suspect. For days I was very concerned, although I should not have been as I was innocent. Chelsea was wonderful and tried to take my mind off things by providing me with lots of head jobs, and would frequently offer to sit on my face so I could have her on my mind instead. Her proposals were never refused. She waxed her pussy and her anus and she moaned when in the sixty-nine position I would push my tongue as far up her bum as I could reach. She’d relax her sphincter to give me full access. It turned her on as much as it did me! I ask you, does life get any better than this?

Apparently not.

The police began investigating the fraudulent checks, and ended up getting a search warrant for the estate agency and my bed-sitter upstairs. They found $10,000 in cash behind my refrigerator. I was formally charged with fraud. Obviously my boss had planted it to draw attention away from himself. I protested my innocence and managed to be released pending a trial but things weren’t looking good.

As you can imagine this sent Sylvia off the deep end she forbade Chelsea from seeing me, telling her that “she knew it all along, I was no good, and belonged in jail, etc”. Chelsea rang me in floods of tears. We agreed to meet that night. Chelsea snuck out of home and came over. I had had a few drinks, Chelsea joined me and had some too. Before long we were a little pissed. We made out with the passion of doomed lovers. It was sweet, gentle, tender and we held each other close until the early hours of the morning. Then she left, to go back to her mother’s house, and promised to call later.

I was formally fired the next day, and given 24 hours to vacate the bed-sitting room. Moving in with Chelsea was not an option and I could see that funds were going to run low, so I moved back into the boarding house, which was not a good alternative. Chelsea did make contact, and told me that her mother was still furious, and that as college holidays had just started they were going away for three weeks. She told me she loved me and we’d be together again on her return.

It was the longest three weeks imaginable. When it was over Chelsea didn’t call. I rang the house but the phone went unanswered.

After another week of constantly ringing it was finally picked up by Sylvia. She was a bit tipsy, I told her it was me, and she yelled down the phone that Chelsea was gone, and that I’d ruined her life, and to never call again. She slammed down the phone.

I jumped in the car and drove straight over. I banged on the front door. Sylvia answered it. One glance in her eyes told me the daggers were well and truly out. “Where’s Chelsea?” I blurted.

“She’s gone away and won’t be back. You’ll never see her again,” She glared at me with seething hate. “You couldn’t keep your pecker in your pants. You had to get my little girl pregnant, and ruin her life, didn’t you! Didn’t you!”

I was stunned and took a step back. “What!”

“That’s right. You fucked her and now she’s got a little bastard in her belly! So I’ve sent her away. Don’t even think of looking for her, you’ll never find her.”

“But I love her! I’ll marry her.”

“Over my dead body! You’re a criminal. She’s out of your league. Chelsea was going to have a career, a life! You’ve spoilt it. She’s now considered “damaged goods”. Get the hell away from us.”

“Sylvia, please. I’m not a criminal, I’ll prove it. Don’t do this to us!”

She suddenly sobered up and drew herself up to her full height, her eyes were cold and threatening, “You men are all the same, only good for two things; procreation and castration. You’ve done the first, now its time for the second! I should have had you gelded when I first laid eyes on you. Get off my property, don’t ever come back. Put Chelsea out of your mind. Forget she ever existed. Believe me; I will cut your balls off so you will never get another young innocent girl in trouble again. I have the means to get it done.”

I saw she meant every word and to persist was futile. I turned, got in the car and drove away.

Over the next four months I got odd jobs but I was disinterested and got sacked from every one. At night and on days off I’d park the car down the street from Chelsea’s house but she never showed.

Living in the boarding house I spent most of the time in my room watching TV, internet porn, and reminiscing of the wonderful times Chelsea and I had shared.

Eventually I secured a similar job in real estate doing the same sort of thing. However there were no great Landlords like Rose Gandell. Things were pretty mundane.

Finally after another six months my court date came up. I had legal representation which was bloody expensive, but not expensive enough and I was convicted. Fortunately as it was a first offence, and the jails were full, the sentence was suspended. However, with a conviction to my name my career in real estate was over and again I was fired. After legal expenses I had very little funds left, and two weeks later was also behind in the rent at the boarding house, threatened with eviction, and given 48 hours to pay or be tossed out.

Thank goodness I still had my car, although the registration was due. The very next morning I was driving to attend a job interview when from the motor there was a “thwack”, and then a constant “duddaduddadudda” noise. I immediately recognised what it was; the bearings had disintegrated in the motor. I looked down and sure enough, the oil light was on. FUCK! I left the car down a side street, and trudged back along the road. I would never make it to the job interview.

As I walked along I tried to think of the positive things in my life. In my mind I summarised where I was at:

-no girlfriend

-no job

-no roof over my head

-no money

-the car was fucked and the registration due

-and I hadn’t had a root in 10 months

Things weren’t panning out too well. I took a deep breath. “Oh well, you never know what’s just around the corner!”

PART 3

I walked around the corner my hands in my pockets, feeling pretty low. I was about to cross the road when a black BMW convertible pulled up right alongside me.

“Tim,” came a bright cheery voice.

I looked over and there behind the wheel was Rose Gandell smiling merrily at me over her sun glasses. She looked great, with a low cut black blouse revealing her dark olive skin and nice cleavage.

“How’s life?” she asked.

“You don’t want to know,” I replied.

She could see that things weren’t good.

She leaned over a bit toward me and ventured, “Say, Tim, do you remember the time in Val’s office when I threatened to castrate you if you didn’t get that rent in?”

“Um. Yes.”

“It’s funny, I’m making a short movie at the moment, very graphic, with nudity, sex, and violence. It’s about this young woman who picks up men in bars, takes them back to her place, makes love to them, then castrates and murders them. The cops are on her trail. There’s an opportunity for you to try your hand at acting and play the first victim. What do reckon, are you up for it?”

“Gee, I don’t know, it doesn’t really sound like….”

“Pays fifteen grand for a day’s work!”

My interest was aroused, but; “Nudity? Castration?”

“Come on, it will be great exposure for you. We won’t really castrate you. It will be fun. I’ll tell you what; here’s my card. If you want the part, and frankly I reckon you’re perfect for it, come to my office at 3:00pm this afternoon, and I’ll fill you in on all the details. We’re filming tomorrow.”

“Fifteen grand?”

“Yep.”

“Mrs Gandell?”

“Call me Rose.”

“I never did steal that money, and would certainly never have stolen from you.”

“I know that, Richard was a very dishonest prick. You were always too sweet. Hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at 3:00pm. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She drove off. Nice car. Nice cleavage. Fifteen grand! That would solve a lot of problems. I looked at her card; Rose Gandell, Producer/ Director: Cutting Edge Reel Productions P/L. After contemplating my options, correction; “option”; I figured I had nothing to lose by meeting with Rose and hearing more about the proposal.

At 3:00pm I arrived at the offices of Cutting Edge Reel Productions. They were fairly modern and spacious but not lavishly fitted out; obviously a production company still finding its way.

I entered the suite and over to the reception desk. A stunning Asian receptionist with long straight hair, silken brown skin, high cheekbones and almond brown eyes smiled at me.

“Hi, I’m Tim, I’m here to see Rose Gandell”.

She smiled some more and looked at me teasingly, “Yes, you’re here about: “the bit part”. She’s expecting you. Follow me.”

She led me towards Rose’s office and I watched her cute, tight bottom wiggle the whole way. She turned and smiled again when we got there. I’m sure she knew what I had been doing. She announced me and left.

Rose came around and gave me a hug and a kiss pushing her bosom up against me, “Tim”, she exclaimed, “I’m so glad you’ve come. Have a seat. We have much to talk about.”

She sat behind her desk with me opposite, and explained what was happening. Her company, which her deceased husband set up for her, made low budget for internet pay-for-view downloads. These had become very popular and quite profitable, and were not subject to censorship if initiated from a particular country. Some of the movies were quite graphic as far as sex and violence go, and people were turning to them as they were cheaper than going to the movies, and you could watch in the privacy of your own home, so no one else needed to know what you were watching. Her last movie had a scene of this bloke getting his nuts cut off and hits on the website went ballistic and the word spread like wildfire. Her company had received heaps of emails requesting more of the same. A writer recently produced a script which was about a female whose sister had a bad experience and therefore she decides to take it out on all men. She picks them up, seduces them, fucks them, then cuts their balls off and kills them. The cops follow the trail of corpses and severed balls, but because the incidents of rape in the city have dropped by 85%, when they finally catch up with her, they simply ask her to leave town. The movie is to be called “Castration Wish”. If it’s a huge hit, there could be several sequels. Women audiences everywhere will lap it up!

Rose handed me the script, and explained my scenes were started from page 5.

Rose looked at me intensely, “Tim, if you decide you want the role, you will have to appear nude, have sex on screen, which means in front of the crew of about six, and then there will be the castration scene itself. It will be pretty full on, but I reckon you can handle it.”

I read through my scenes; I get picked up, seduced, fucked and castrated, just as she described.

“Wow! This is tough stuff. Can I ask; who’s the eunuch who thought this up?” I said.

A cool and confident female voice came from behind me, “I’m the eunuch who thought this up.”

I turned around and by the door stood one of the sexiest looking women I have ever seen. She was mid-twenties, had medium blondish hair big bight eyes, which sparkled almost as much as her white teeth, amazing smooth skin under her tight summer dress and she was short, about 5 foot two inches max, in a tight, trim, frame and the most incredibly firm well proportioned, mesmerising, magnetic, breasts imaginable. She clearly knew the power those breasts wielded and were, to a sizable extent, behind the self-confidence she exuded. I’d bet YOUR balls on it!

I was speechless. She walked in and held out her hand. I could not take my eyes off that rack! Something I’m sure she was used to. I mean; they were out there to be admired.

“Hi, I’m Tara”. She looked at me looking at her breasts, then down to her cleavage, then back up to me again. “Impressive, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” is all I could say.

Tara moved around and sat on the front of Rose’s desk where I could maintain a good view of them. I sat back down in my chair, She placed a firm tan leg on the armrest, almost giving me a glimpse up her dress.

“So, do you like my script?” She asked.

“Yes it’s swell”. I replied, still admiring the swell of her breasts.

“Any questions?”

“You’re not really going to cut my balls off are you?”

Tara leaned forward, “Why? Have you got a problem with that?”

“Well, actually, yes.”

“Men and their balls,” she shook her head in wonderment. “We know how precious they are to you so we have arranged for a prosthetic pair to be used, otherwise known as ‘stunt balls’.”

Rose opened her top drawer, took something out and passed it over. I held out my hand and in it she dropped a light weight rubber pouch with two orbs in it. I emptied them out and they were two extremely life-like rubber testicles complete with severed cords.

“Tim meet your stunt doubles.” Tara smiled; “Do you think they’re a good match?”

“I don’t know, I’ve always kept mine safely in the pouch.”

Rose piped up, “The role pays $15,000 for the day’s work. Does that seem fair?”

I was elated, “Great. Seems a bit much for one day’s work, but hell, I’m desperate since my real estate career ended. I’m about to be evicted from my digs, as well. So this has come in the nick of time.”

Rose said, “I’m sorry to hear that, you deserve a better break. But in all honesty, one of the reasons why it pays so much is that the script calls for an elastrator to be used on you, which will cause some discomfort.”

“An elastrator!” I was clueless, “What’s that?”

Rose produced an elastrator and put it on the desktop with some small bright green rubber rings. Tara picked it up and selected a rubber band. She slipped it on the end of the prongs, pulled the handles thereby stretching open the band.

Tara made light of it, “Farmers use these on lambs. They slip their testicles through the band and then close it off. It constricts the blood supply and eventually their balls die and drop off.”

“Sounds a bit painful, not to mention dangerous.” I said with concern crossing my legs instinctively.

Tara smiled reassuringly and said sensually, “You’ll be fine. With human males you have about fifteen hours before any serious damage can occur, and if you act your part well, we’ll be through filming in twenty minutes. And besides, you’re an actor in the movies now; you have to learn to suffer for your art. Don’t be such a wuss.”

The phone rang on Rose’s desk, as she was taking some documents out of a drawer. She answered it, “Okay, I’ll come and check it now,” She stood up. “Tim, here’s a copy of the contract for you to read over. Excuse me, I have to attend to something urgent, I’ll be back in a few moments.”

Rose left. Tara leaned forward holding the prongs open with the green band stretching invitingly. Her superb swelling breasts right there before me as if straining to be released. She knew I was looking from the band to the breasts. She ran her tongue over her top lip seductively. “You like my breasts, yes?”

“Uh huh!” I blurted trying to contain my enthusiasm.

“Would you like to see them?”

“Yes, please!” I hadn’t forgotten my manners.

“I’ll tell you what, you sign up for this part, and when filming has finished, and you’re done, and if you’ve been very convincing in the role and really impressed me, then I’ll take them out and show you, and you can have a good, hard, look at them. Believe me, they are truly a sight to behold. Have we a deal?”

“Deal!” I was rapt. What a change of luck! All of a sudden I was in the movies, going to be $15K better off, get laid, and see naked the most incredible set of knockers in the world!

We shooks hands, her boobs jiggled ever so slightly. Tara looked pleased and handed me a pen. I leaned over and saw the $15k noted, on the schedule, and signed my name. We walked to the door of Rose’s office. Tara still held the elastrator in her hand. Just as I walked out she held the elastrator high in the air with prongs open, and called out triumphantly, “He’ll do it! Tim’s signed up!”

There was a cheer around the ten or so employees in the office. It was then I noticed all were females and ranging in age from about twenty to forty, all good sorts. I blushed. The Asian receptionist was smiling joyfully and covering her beautiful smile with her hands. Rose was standing at the reception counter.

“So, you’re good to go?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“I was thinking, as you’re getting evicted, why don’t you move you’re stuff over to my place and store it in the garage. I have a guest room, you can stay there. We have to go over the script tonight and prepare you for your role. Tomorrow is the big day.”

“Thanks, that would be great. I’ve never done any acting before, let alone been naked on film.”

Tara piped in. “Tim you’ll be fine, believe me; you were born to play this part!”

“I’m glad you think so.” I replied. “I’ll be sure not to let you down.”

“Shall we say 6:00 o’clock tonight?” Rose asked.

“I’ll be there.”

PART 4

I arrived at Rose’s large house in a magnificent setting, with all my stuff from the boarding house. The boarding house manager helped me unload the trailer into Rose’s roomy garage.

Rose greeted me at the front door and showed me around the house. It had a home cinema, swimming pool, and rooms everywhere. “I could adjust to this,” I thought to myself. Even the guest room was huge with an enormous queen size bed.

Rose had cooked dinner and we sat at the dining table discussing the film and the set up for the following day. There would be the scenes shot in the bar in the morning where the seductress, played by some starlet who yearned for a career in Hollywood, would pick me up, and take me back to her place. The big scene would be in the afternoon at a small studio, which had been fitted out to suit.

It was good to see Rose again, and as I sat there I admired how stunning she was for a woman her age. We retired to her study and effectively went through the motions of the script, and we rehearsed my lines, not that there were many. Time flew and at 10:30pm she dropped a bombshell. “Tim, we need to shave your penis, it will be more dramatic and cinematic!”

She took me by the hand and led me to the master bathroom. She ran the spa with bubble bath. “Take your clothes off.” she said, reaching for the electric trimmer.

I did as directed, and finally dropped my underwear revealing a “major–league” boner.

Rose smiled, “Well hello big boy! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of those!”

With that she proceeded to trim me, and then lathered up the stubble and used a fresh disposable razor to make it smooth. She had a gentle touch, and nice long fingernails. I really had to hold myself back. She did an excellent job and I could not believe how much more sensual the area felt.

She directed me into the spa. I sat there looking at her. She disrobed slowly giving me ample time to soak in her mature but firm body with its olive skin and beautiful dark brown nipples. She entered the spa and we embraced. We then explored and caressed each others bodies. After half an hour of this she said, “Take me to bed.”

We had sex several times for the next three hours. However unlike Chelsea, Rose did not like the taste of semen and chose not to swallow. In all other areas she was madly passionate and I was determined to give her the best I could give. She enjoyed having her brown hard nipples sucked, was happy to be eaten, and was quite vocal when climaxing, leaving my face dripping wet. Rose liked doggy style in particular, and as I was thrusting in and out of her very wet love hole, she would moan loudly as she stretched her hand back under between her legs and flick my balls from side to side and squeeze my scrotum with her fingertips. I could see this turning her on most of all so I gave her the best I could by pounding away like a jackhammer as if there was no tomorrow.

Finally we lay exhausted. I was utterly drained. Shagged. Rose moved down and placed my flaccid penis in her mouth, rolling her tongue over it, but to no effect. “Mmmmn.” she moaned “I like sucking soft cocks. My husband never could get hard, so I developed a taste for limp dicks. I particularly like yours; not as many wrinkles!”

After a hearty laugh we slept in each others arms.

PART 5

The next day Rose was the Director and was very professional on the set. She knew exactly what she wanted and gave swift directions to the small crew who had almost everything set up by the time we arrived. After all; time was money, the budget was tight, and there could be no allowance for delays. To my amazement it was an all girl crew. They were mostly around my age, just starting out, keen but knew their stuff as they had worked on Rose’s last small production. The way they looked at me…I’m sure it was professional interest only.

Tara arrived looking absolutely stunning in a short red summer dress that highlighted her tan and those perfect breasts. She asked me if I was all prepared, and I responded that I was and raised my eyebrows towards her breasts as if to remind her of our arrangement, “A deal is a deal.” she smiled confidently.

Rose introduced me to Scarlet, the starlet. She was blonde and curvaceous, obviously had a bit of an ego, and sought stardom at all costs. The movie was all about HER!

“Oh, so you’re my first victim, I’m so looking forward to gelding you this afternoon. Are you ready to have your balls cut off?” she challenged.

“I just keep repeating to myself; it’s only a movie, it’s only a movie!” I responded trying to keep things light.

She looked me up and down, “Yeah. Pity about that!” she turned and walked away. Rose shrugged.

Rose addressed everyone, “Okay, let’s get started, we’ve got a lot to get through. Time is short and the budget is stretched tighter than a scrotum over a kettle drum.”

The scene in the bar was relatively straight forward. There were three camera girls with high definition digital cameras and they followed Rose’s directions which were minimal. Rose gave me more direction and I fumbled my way along trying to be as natural as I could. I didn’t want to blow my agreement with Tara.

Scarlet was quite prepared but I felt she was not really passionate about her role, and just saw it as a step to the top.

She was really very attractive and I was looking forward to our hard core sex scene a bit later on and would enjoy fondling, fucking and sucking her. I wondered if she’d get off on having me lick her arsehole if the opportunity presented itself.

The next scene involved us both acting a bit intoxicated, getting into a car and me driving her back to her apartment whilst she snuggled up whispering things in my ear and being affectionate. We arrive at her apartment and head inside. All went well partially due to the skill of Tammy, a very tall, slender, camera operator with long brown hair and green eyes, about 22. She was fully focussed on her work and seemed to be doing a sensational job. She could have been a model. I wondered if she had a boyfriend.

Rose called “lunch”, and we were to resume in an hour in the studio. I wasn’t that hungry. I was in two minds; one I was looking forward to seeing Scarlet naked and doing the scene with her, but I was also a bit anxious about the castration scene. What if they went too far? What if the elastrator, or whatever Tara called it, really hurt?

Tara came up to me as I was nibbling on a biscuit. She was holding something like a special tool.

“There has been a slight change to the script,” She said, “I had a call from one of our principle investors, who has put a lot of funds in to make the movie possible, and she wants us to replace the elastrator and use this bander instead. I guess it must be ‘her thing’.”

“A bander?” I enquired.

“Yes it’s similar. This rubber loop just slides over your scrotum and then its ratcheted up and crimped off. It’s probably less painful, and does the same job. I’m kind of disappointed as I was really looking forward to hearing the “snap” of the rubber band on your scrotum as it comes off the elastrator.” She laughed.

“This won’t affect our agreement afterwards, will it?” I asked.

Tara smiled from her tight cleavage up to me, “No, not at all. Now you just concentrate on doing a good job for me; you’ll get your just reward.”

I was so relieved!

It was time for the big scene. Part of the studio had been made up to look like the lounge room of an apartment. It was fully fitted out, and had a kind of padded banana lounge complete with small wheels. This was where the action was to take place. Lighting had been arranged for maximum effect and the crew were all ready. Rose briefed Scarlet and I so we knew our queues, and we had learned our lines. Rose, as Director, wanted to try and get a lot of the scene in one take and was allowing us, as actors, to improvise to a point but not deviate too much from the script. Rose had given directions to the camera crew to capture the action from various angles and she would mainly watch on a panel of monitors a few metres away. We were just about ready to go. Rose came up to me.

“Just relax, and try to enjoy the experience,” she said soothingly. “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much last night and that you’re good and ready to perform.”

“I’m okay with the sex scene, but I’m getting increasingly anxious about Scarlet with the knife actually going too far.”

“She’s a professional, I’ll stop her at the appropriate time. Tara has brought the prosthetic scrotum. Everything will be fine. Just remember to look genuinely terrified when Scarlet produces the knife.”

“That’ll be the easiest part.” I said.

Rose addressed everybody, “Okay positions everybody. We’re good to go!”

Scarlet and I moved to the external door of the lounge, Rose, the crew, and Tara, were all set up in the lounge.

Whilst waiting for the call, I attempted a bit professional bonding with Scarlet, “Well, I guess we make the most it and just make out like we would naturally.”

She turned to me, “I guess WE do, but unfortunately I’ve got to hold myself back at the last minute from what I naturally want to do to you. Wouldn’t you like to get your “rocks off” with me in both respects?”

I wasn’t sure if she was serious or saying it as more a ploy to help me get into character. I feared the former.

“…AND ACTION”..

We came through the door in a mad embrace, Scarlet was a tigress, and kissed me hotly. We fell back against the door as it shut. Tammy was there with the camera getting a profile shot. I could make out the others including Rose and Tara, but I tried to ignore them and concentrate on the task at hand.

“So!” I said, “Are you going to show me your tool box you were telling me about? I’m very curious to see what sort of a handy woman you are?”

“All in due course,” she replied and walked toward the liquor counter,” Oh, I’m great with tools, you’ll find out. Why don’t you make your self comfortable on the couch whilst I make us a couple of drinks.”

“Sure. Good idea.”

I moved to the low level banana lounge and sat on the middle peak. In the meantime the camera girls moved around catching the action, but being clever enough to stay out of each others’ fields of vision.

Scarlet from the bar, “So how long did you say you were in town for?”

“A few days only, until I close the sale.”

Tammy’s camera moved down to the drinks Scarlet was fixing, obviously filming the “drug” Tara was slipping in to my glass.

Tammy came over and passed me my drink.

“What shall we drink to?” she asked.

I shrugged, “I know. Why don’t we drink to what’s in your tool box.”

She smiled and giggled, “Sure. To the mighty tool box! I hope you won’t be disappointed. Bottoms up!”

“I always drink to ’bottoms up’!” I replied and downed the contents of the glass in one gulp. I stood up and embraced her grabbing her arse slightly roughly. She pleasantly resisted then pushed me onto the banana lunge and stood before me.

“Whoah big feller! Don’t you want to get to know a girl a bit better first? Men are just all the same, they just want to ply a girl with booze so they can take advantage and have their way with them.”

“Well yeah, we’re men!” I responded rationally.

“Well suppose the tables were reversed, and it was the women who slipped men a “date rape” drug, and had their way with them, eh? How do you reckon you’d like that?” Scarlet’s character was getting a bit testy.

“We’d love it!” I responded acting in drunken bewilderment. “Bring it on!”

She laughed, reached down and pulled me up off the banana lounge, “Well that’s good honey, because tonight is your lucky night!”

She kissed me passionately and a bit roughly. Once again I reached around grabbing her arse. Scarlet giggled and didn’t resist. A camera operator was behind her filming my hands on her arse slowly pulling up her dress.

All of my sudden I acted as if my hands had frozen, as had the rest of my body. Scarlet detached herself from me and walked around me as I stood there frozen.

“You’ve just been hit with a new date rape drug made by women for women. After all, why should men have all the fun?” she said sensually as she took control.

Scarlet ripped open my shirt. I acted powerless to stop her.

“Not bad,” she teased as she ran her hands over my chest, “Let’s check what else you’ve got.”

She crouched and unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Standing up she held her face close to mine, and slipped her hand inside my jockeys. “You are now totally in my power.” She said menacingly.

I began to act a bit nervous, “I don’t know if I like where this is going.”

“You’re not supposed to.” She reached down and pulled my jockeys to my ankles revealing my semi-erect penis. “But then again you shouldn’t have to take this standing up, either.”

She lowered me back down onto the banana lounge, and swung my legs up, and removed my shoes, socks and pants and jockeys. My pelvis was the highest point on the curved and narrow lounge with my shoulders and head propped up at the higher end. I could feel the camera girls busy manoeuvring and zooming in and out.

With me lying naked before her and Scarlet standing at the end of the chair, she ventured, “Now big feller, let’s see what you’ve got for me.” She parted my legs so each dropped down on either side of banana lounge fully revealing my penis in all its glory. “Hey, nice package!” She reached forward and began to massage them. She also grabbed my shaft and stroked it up and down. It was good with wood. She returned to my balls, “Like fresh fruit on a tree, ripe for plucking.”

Scarlet stood up, “But hey, I’m being a bad hostess, taking advantage of my guest. It should be me putting on a show for you.”

She undid the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor revealing a pair of beautiful full breasts. The camera girls captured the moment perfectly. Tara and Rose in this respect had her well cast! She cut quite a figure standing there topless in her black knickers and white stockings. My penis went harder. She leaned over and smiled at me and dangled her orbs against my shaft, and then massaged it between them. I almost lost my load and had to use every ounce of concentration not to “blow the scene”.

Scarlet must have sensed this and stood up. She looked at me and peeled down her knickers revealing a smooth shaven pussy. She came around the side and swung a leg over the couch so she straddled me, her pussy about an inch from my face. “You like?”

Despite acting paralysed I was able to nod, “Good enjoy it as it will be the last piece of pussy you’ll ever have.” With that she swung her leg over so she now had her arse close to me face. She bent over and grabbed my penis, turning back to me, she said, “Bottoms up!” and backed her arse into my face. She also started giving me a head job.

I was supposedly moaning with fear and resistance. I hope I was convincing. I couldn’t actually see but I had no doubt the camera girls were getting all the angles of my dick being engulfed by Scarlet’s mouth, which was hot and moist. Once again I did all I could to hold back. This went on for about three minutes, and all the while I was making squeals of resistance as the script had called for, as her shapely arse was being mashed into my face.

Finally she stopped, turned around to face me, sat on my stomach as I was supposedly gasping for breath, and she stuffed her knickers in my mouth. I was beginning to roll my eyes with fear.

“Guess you want to know what’s happening. I slipped a couple of capsules of the new drug “Neuterdrix” into your drink. It works fast to neutralise pushy males. It relaxes their muscles so they become very malleable, but also has an unfortunate side effect; for some reason they get incredible erections. The easiest cure for that of course is to castrate them.”

I could make out Tammy’s camera zooming in on my face so I acted terrified and shrieked into the knickers. No doubt dramatic music would be added to the final cut!

Scarlet raised a laced stockinged leg and began to remove a white stocking. She lifted one of my “limp” arms and tied it over my head to the top of the banana lounge. She slowly peeled the other stocking and secured my other arm next to it.

“Do you like my custom made banana lounge? I designed it myself.” She got up and leaned over next to the back leg of one side and secured my ankle to a leather strap. “I call it the castration couch,” she secured my other ankle, “And I look forward gelding many a man on this alter. Your balls today will be the first to be sacrificed, quite an honour for you really.”

I suddenly realised that I was trapped! Scarlet had gagged me so I couldn’t scream, and hog tied me so I couldn’t move. The curve of the bench and the way I was lying on it made it impossible for me to move. I got scared. But this was a movie set! With lots of people! I should have had no reason to be worried as Rose and Tara would ensure my well being. Wouldn’t they?

Scarlet, who earlier I thought was only doing a reasonable job; now seemed to be taking more of an interest in her role. Was that the familiar look in her eye that I had seen many times in my life, or was I just imagining it?

Scarlet looked sinister, “You wanted to see what’s in my tool box? Well, its time to bring it out.”

She walked to the corner of the room and dragged over a timber chest. She flipped the lid up. On the inside of the lid were mounted knives of various sizes, they looked sharp, very sharp, and they all looked as if they had been designed for one purpose.

I wanted to push my legs together, but the leather straps held them firmly. I let out a sigh in anguish and panic. If my acting, as per the script, was convincing; so it bloody should have been.

Scarlet smiled and looked at me. “Nice blades huh! Later! Now what have we here! Hmm! This looks interesting!”

I couldn’t see what was in the box, but after some rummaging around she pulled a big pair of pincers/tongs and started to clamp them open and shut demonstrating how they worked.

“Would you like to try my burdizzo? You’ll like it, it’s really crunchy!” she said coyly. “No? Never mind. What other goodies have we got for you? Hmm! I know, how about this?”

Scarlet reached in and pulled out the elastrator. “Now these are really fun. We get this little green ring” she produced one, “And we put it over these prongs, like so. And then we open it right up, and we slip your big nuts through, one by one..” she leaned over, sizing everything up. “Hmm, could be a tight squeeze. Shall we give it a try?”

I shook my head emphatically, but my dick was rigid!

“Oh come on, be a sport, show a girl a good time! Very well. Hang on; I’ve got just the thing for you.” She reached into the box and pulled out a funny-looking tool. “This will do the job. It’s called a bander. Farmers use it on bulls, so we’ll have no trouble with getting it to fit you.”

The bander had a loop on one end. Scarlet leaned over and lifted up my hefty scrotum and slipped the loop under it and then up around, past my scrotum until it was just below my shaft. I couldn’t help but admire the make up department had done an amazing job on her fingernails, and they felt nice.

“There we go; a perfect fit, told you.” She smiled. “Well, maybe not quite a perfect fit, a bit loose perhaps, but we can fix that up right away.”

Scarlet began to ratchet up the handle. As the ratcheting continued I could feel the loop tightening against my flesh with every crank. Soon it began to squeeze, and squeeze hard cutting off the blood supply. I jumped a bit as the next crank really hit home! Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tara put her hand to her mouth trying to stifle a joyous giggle. This wasn’t funny! This was beginning to cause major discomfort. Rose was both alternating between watching the action on the monitors and looking over checking on the real thing. She must have thought we were very convincing as she was letting filming continue. I wondered if she knew what I was going through. I was squirming uncomfortably due to the pressure of the loop really squeezing so hard.

I was beginning to lose sensation in my balls and they were going a bit numb. However this had no impact on my hard-on, which not only retained its rigidity but went even harder!

“Just a bit more,” said Scarlet, giving it a few more turns, “There we go! Now I’ll just crimp it off.”

She pulled down a small lever which squeezed and compressed a metal band through which the rubber loop ends went. There was no chance of the rubber band slipping, it was locked in for good. Scarlet then produced a small loop cutter which was part of the kit and cut the two band lengths just beyond the metal band thereby releasing the banding machine from her handy work.

“Pretty good for a first effort. Nice and tight, huh! Your nuts are changing colour which means they are beginning to die already. Soon you’ll be a eunuch.” She leaned over and grabbed my penis and ran her tongue up and down the whole length, and looked up at me, “Do you want one last fuck before I cut your balls off? I want you to remember me as being the last fuck you’ll ever have.”

With that she swung a leg over and straddled me and guided my penis into her pussy. She was very wet. I wondered; if she was only acting or was she genuinely so slippery? I had to admit her acting had improved over the last few moments.

I was feeling very uncomfortable with my balls being strangled but this was partially compensated for the wonderful feeling of being inside Scarlet who looked down on me and started “tweaking” her nipples with her finger tips.

“Hmm. My nipples have gone so hard at the thought of castrating you.” She murmured as she began to ride me. She started slowly and after awhile began to get faster. I noticed Tammy behind her with the digital camera getting close ups on my banded balls and my shaft sliding in and out of her saturated pussy. I knew that her juices were flowing down my shaft and I wasn’t sure if I could feel them running over my balls, but I imagined they were. It must have looked great. I couldn’t wait to see the finished product. If only my hands weren’t tied and I was allowed to use my arms, I would have reached down and spread her ass cheeks and given Tammy’s camera a wonderful view of her anus.

Scarlet was beginning to ride harder and harder, grinding herself down on my shaft. She began to moan and moan, quite convincingly I thought and was building to a climax. I was also very close myself and was concentrating on holding back, as the script required for the big money shot, before finally Scarlet was to castrate me; the mother of all money shots!

Scarlet was building to an orgasm, I felt she was going to do it for real, she was grinding really hard now, and I was having to focus on other things to ensure she got there first. I tried to think of my worst nightmare that she actually was going to cut me balls off, but for some strange reason that brought me closer to orgasm. (Go figure!) Just as I was trying to focus on something else, she cried out..

“Ohhh! I’m coming. I’m coming! OOHHHHHHH! Yes!!! She grinded herself down so hard, and the sensation, despite my banded balls, I was now literally only a few strokes away from blasting inside her….

Three…..

Two…. Scarlet was enjoying her bliss but was slowing down her tempo.

One……. I could feel my hot sperm channelling along busting to spew forth.

Suddenly Scarlet stopped dead, looked down hard at me, all the joy gone from her eyes. She slapped me hard on the cheek and sprang off me.

“Don’t you come in me you bastard!” She shrieked, “Don’t you dare come in me!”

The slap stung, and I was flabbergasted. This wasn’t in the script! What about my cum shot! I was supposed to blow everywhere! Don’t leave me like this! All barred up with nowhere to blow!

I half looked over to Tara, who was smiling as if she had known all along. It dawned on me; she must have given Scarlet a different script possibly right from the beginning. What other tricks had she in store for me?

“Right.” said Scarlet angrily, “Those balls are coming off, and they’re coming off right now!”

She reached over to the wooden chest lid and from the vast array of sharp and cringe-worthy looking knives, pulled a blade that was about six inches long and put it between her teeth. She also seized a long “hockey strap”(being an elastic cord covered in a hardy multi-coloured material with hooks at both ends, used to secure items on trailers, etc). With this she quickly wound it once around my rigid shaft and secured the hooks to the banana lounge on each side of me. The result was it kept my raging member back from my scrotum making it appear as if it was an angry serpent being wrangled.

Scarlet stepped to the base of the banana lounge and looked down at my blushing, banded, and very vulnerable and exposed testicles bulging hard against my shaved scrotum, and waggling but tightly strapped but still erect shaft.

I was seriously beginning to sweat as I didn’t think Scarlet would hold herself back. Where was the stunt ball bag when you needed it? The all girl film crew moved forward to get a better look, the electrician, the sound technician, the three camera operators, all silent as if witnesses to an occult sacrifice, and especially Tara, I could see the excitement in her eyes. Tammy was getting a close up of my trapped and angry penis, another girl was focusing on my terrified face. I was getting short of breath and making shrieking noises through the gag. This wasn’t worth fifteen grand! I was getting ripped off, whilst my balls were going to be ripped out! I was getting dudded into becoming a dud!

Scarlet took the knife from between her lips, placed a knee on the end of the banana lounge leaned forward and grabbed my bulging scrotum, which now had the sensation of an aching numbness, and pulled it down firmly. She slipped the blade underneath and held the cold sharp blade of the knife snugly in position. Under the hot lights I looked up at her bare breasts, her nipples seemed to be growing longer and harder before my very eyes, my gaze went up to her face, she looked across to my eyes, it was a look of triumph!

Through clenched teeth she uttered, “Hey amigo, say goodbye to your little friends!”

Rose appeared next to Tara and Tammy, and looked down at the blade under the flesh. She looked very satisfied. Slowly she opened her mouth and said the magic words.....“And CUT!”

PART 6

FROM TAMMY:

Hi my name is Tammy and let me tell you about this amazing, life- changing event unfolding before my eyes. I graduated from film school last summer and was very lucky to get this gig with Rose.

My first movie set. Before this I was just doing commercials. Rose has given me this break. She is an inspiration, good at her job, and I would do anything for her. Before working on this movie, I had never thought much about castration, except for when I had my cat neutered. I read the script penned by Tara and it perked my interest a little. I enjoy sex with my boyfriends and are very open minded and I like to be a bit kinky, but nothing like this! With the filming of this castration scene my girlish curiosity has been fully aroused. In fact with Scarlet holding the knife under Tim’s ball-sack I am so wet with excitement, much to my shame, I find myself almost willing the knife to cut through the flesh and sever those nuts forever, thereby rendering Tim a eunuch. I don’t really know what that will mean for Tim, but what I do know is that I have never been so turned on, to the point where I am short of breath, going weak at the knees, and trying not to let my hands shake as to spoil the camera shot. Tara and Rose are creative geniuses, and I believe we are on the brink of a break-out internet movie sensation that women all over will be downloading and talking about.

My heart leapt when Rose just gave the command. But was she giving directions to me or Scarlet? I kept filming just to be sure. My goodness! Scarlet, in character, thinks Rose is giving HER an instruction, she’s actually going to castrate Tim! The knife is about to move…

“No, wait!” cries Rose giving Scarlet a bit of a shove back. (which oddly enough could have ended it for Tim) “No, don’t cut Tim, I mean; “cut” the cameras!”

Scarlet all of a sudden came “out of her role”, but also looked a little peeved, almost cheated. I stopped the camera.

“Great work both of you, I could see you really getting into it. Just perfect. Tim, you really nailed it.” praised Rose.

Tim seemed a bit dazed, “You mean I really nailed Scarlet!”

“Yeah? Well I was about to become the back end of a claw-hammer and de-nail you!” responded Scarlet tersely.

In my opinion I thought Tim had done an amazing job, maintaining a hard-on during the whole scene with that painful looking loop around his scrotum cutting off the blood supply, performing in front of the whole crew with us buzzing around, even whilst having sex with Scarlet. But especially when it really looked like she was going to nut him; he still kept his hard-on! I believe Tim could have a big career as a porn star! Scarlet, on the other hand, was pretty mediocre. She went through the motions but there was no passion. Only towards the end did she seem to come alive from when she slapped him.

“Come on guys maintain your focus, you’ve done so well, soothed Rose. “Okay where’s make-up? Let’s get this final shot with the prosthetic scrotum. Tara, have you got it?”

Tara came forward steadily, “Actually, I haven’t.”

Rose was dumbfounded, “What!”

“Yes, it’s true. I left it at home.”

I was also amazed. We HAD to get this shot!

“Why? What’s going on?” Rose was incredulous.

“Because I want you to castrate Tim for real.”

My heart leapt a beat. Tim just about fainted.

Rose was outraged, “I can’t do that, it would ruin a young man’s sex life forever!”

Tara smiled “Don’t you see; that’s beauty of it! The act severing his balls makes a powerful statement. This will make cinema history, an actual castration on film! The women of the world will go crazy! You’ll be considered an auteur!”

Rose paused for a moment as if considering the possibilities of this important career defining decision. “But I can’t ask Scarlet to actually mutilate the genitals of another human being!”

“You don’t have to, I will,” Tara turned to Scarlet, “Scarlet, will you take these balls to have and to hold, and then slice off?”

Scarlet didn’t hesitate, “I will! I want to. Before, when I had to push my bottom back into Tim’s face; he thrust his tongue right up my bum! That’s dirty and disgusting. Any man who does that sort of thing deserves to be gelded. Besides, if I really do cut his balls off, I think it will help me develop as an actress.”

Tara turned to Tim still gagged, spread and tied. “So Tim, like a piece of ass, do we?” she teased, “Good, Scarlet’s up for it.”

I couldn’t believe he still had his hard-on which was actually glistening now at the tip! I had my heart in my mouth. This is the most exciting thing in my life! I can’t believe this, we are actually talking about physically cutting his balls off, and here am I wanting to see it happen! And be the one to film it! This achievement will look great on my resume!

Rose was still reluctant. “But what about Tim! They’re HIS balls?”

Tara was cool, calm, and collected, “Actually no, I had the contracts amended two days ago, and legally they’re OUR balls. Tim signed them over to us for fifteen thousand dollars!”

Tim’s eyes all of a sudden started bulging, and he was shaking his head, whilst straining against his bonds like a caged animal. I tried to stifle a laugh. I looked around at the rest of the crew and couldn’t believe what I was witnessing; we were all on the same wavelength. I could feel the girl power in the room.

Tara was growing more and more confident, “And look at him before us! We don’t need to ask, he WANTS us to chop his balls off. The big head may be shaking, but the little head is nodding. We all know that men are always thinking with the little head, and its time, for once, we listened. See, those balls, they’re like millstones hanging around its neck. His dick longs to be free of them. Let’s do it, and do it now.”

Rose still reluctant, “Tim will need medical treatment. How would we explain it? We can’t just say; he cut himself shaving!”

“Already organised.” Tara came back quickly, “One of my girlfriends is a vet. She’s had heaps of experience in sewing up empty scrotums on animals she’s gelded. I have alerted her and she’s standing by ready and willing to stitch him up. I will take him there whilst you’re finishing up.”

Rose still needed convincing, “But we’re talking about destroying something which is beautiful.”

Tara smiled, “Rose, we can stand here and debate this all day but we’re at the point where it’s almost all academic. Look at his balls, see the colour they’re turning. I think they’re just about dead already.”

I looked at Tim’s scrotum it was certainly turning a lovely shade of purple; must be very uncomfortable. But the hard-on remained, oozing more than before. I was beginning to ooze too.

Tara said accusingly, “Say Rose, you’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?”

For a moment Rose looked as if she was a deer caught in the headlights of a car, not knowing where to turn. All eyes were upon her. She was looking at Tim. He was looking at her almost pleadingly. She then looked at each person in the room as if to gauge and read the minds of everyone. EVEN ME! I glanced around quickly; we all had the same look. The air was so thick with heightened anticipation; you almost cut that too with a knife!

Rose spoke at last, “Okay, let’s geld him!”

We all looked at Tim. He gasped in horror at his predickament.

But his hard-on was a hard as ever, wrestling the hockey strap.

You could sense the relief and silent joy from the rest of us.

Tara was triumphant, “Good call, Rose.”

“Positions everyone. Tammy, take the shot.” Rose was gaining her confidence back.

I stammered. “Yes. I’ll just get the tripod; won’t be a sec.”

There was no way I was going to be able to hold the camera steady.

Tara wandered over to Tim and said teasingly, “So Tim; are you ready for your close-up?”

Tim was frantic, but frozen solid. But the tip of his hard-on was oozing. Tara put her forefinger on the end of it and wiped some away; put it to her lips and on the tip of her tongue.

“Mmn. Pre-cum. Yummy!” she said. She looked around the room.

“Pre-cum, last call! Anybody want some?”

No takers, I was busy setting up the tripod. I was tempted, but thought the better of it. Rose was checking the monitors. The rest of us were busy being very eager to get this event happening.

Tara taste tested some more. “This is the final batch. There will be no more from where this is coming from.”

As I set the tripod up and mounted the camera Tara moved back, licking her fingers. The crew and everyone moved in. The other camera girls and I were exchanging glances as we set up. We knew we were on the verge of something special. I would shoot the actual gelding on close full frame. Samantha would get Tim’s expression as he was de-balled, and Tonya would film Scarlet naked from the waist up as she manoeuvred the blade.

As Scarlet took up her position at the base of Tim’s splayed legs, and all the crew, sound girls, the lighting techs etc jostled in to get a good look, the fate of Tim’s balls seemed imminent. The humidity in the room was incredible. We all had a sheen of sweat on us, and I don’t think it was caused by the lighting. I wondered how Tim was feeling about now, surrounded by sexually charged women all eager to see him un-manned. As I looked at the other women just as thrilled as I was; I could feel there was a bond between us and a profound sense of sisterly love in the room.

I was electrified, I was tingling all over, and I was sure any second now I was going to experience a sexual surge like never before. I knew now that I was hooked on castration. And after this, tonight, I would get my boyfriend over, whom to date, had never been able to completely satisfy me, but this evening he would; as I was going to fuck his brains out, fuck him senseless, and then cut his balls off. And that’s a promise!

PART 7

FROM TIM:

I’d seen better days! I could hardly feel my balls as the loop had cut off all circulation. My scrotum had gone a plum colour and I was feeling an ache in the crotch. I had heard every word, and I was now really scared and was not acting any longer. I strained against my bonds but they held firm. Alas I was going nowhere.

After such a wonderful night with Rose I couldn’t believe that she had just now turned on me and ordered me be gelded, on film, and in front of all these women! This was fucking humiliating!

What I found even more unbelievable; that my dick was as hard as it had ever been as if it eagerly wanted to be castrated. What the fuck was it thinking? Didn’t it realise it may soon be out of a job? Early fucking retirement! And why was it oozing so much pre-cum? Clearly Tara liked the taste; why would she want to halt the supply?

Tammy had the camera on the tripod and had it pointed square at my dick. I was going to be un-manned in full high definition! The other two cameras were also ready. The women all crowded around to get a good view, but were careful to stay out of the camera shots.

Tara stood there too. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she looked at me with victorious contempt. She had orchestrated my orchidectomy.

And then there was Scarlet. She was truly alive and fully into her role now. She was amazingly convincing this time. As she placed a knee on the end of the banana lounge leaned forward and grabbed my bulging scrotum and held the knife up for me to see it glint; “Oooh Tim, I am so going to enjoy castrating you and turning you into a eunuch. I was the last fuck you will ever have as a man and the very thought of that just turns me on no end. It’s now time for me to rob you of your balls and your manhood. Are you ready? Let’s get you done.”

She pulled my balls down and once again placed the sharp blade under my scrotum just below the crimp. I could feel it there, just, or was it my imagination? Her whole body had a sheen of sweat. I had sweat running off me. Such was my terror I began to hyperventilate. This seemed to turn her on more. Rose came around and crouched next to me. She slipped her hand into my restrained hand and held it gently, as if supportive and reassuring. She was mindful to stay out of camera shot.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” She said and kissed my forehead. “Roll cameras.”

I looked up at all the women gathered around. They were all now staring intently at my penis and the knife under my scrotum. I followed their gaze. Scarlet gave my balls slightly more of a pull downwards. The keen knife poised waiting for Rose’s command. Her beautiful ruby red lips parted......

“And action!”

I squealed like a girl.

Scarlet sliced with the sharp knife in an upwards stroke.

My straining flesh began to part without too much resistance, and a bit of blood spurted. It was as easy as a hot knife through butter.

There was an audible gasp from every woman present. It appeared as if Tammy went weak at the knees.

I squeezed Rose’s hand and felt a sharp stinging sensation.

The knife completed its arc with the final piece of skin parting, my scrotum was completely and cleanly severed, and came away in Scarlet’s hand.

“And cut!” Rose said with finality.

“I just did that!” Scarlet cried in exaltation holding my severed scrotum in one hand and the bloodied knife in the other.

I had been castrated and was now a eunuch. Never again would I enjoy the ecstasy of ejaculating wads of hot semen into a moist pussy, a willing mouth, or up an eager ass. I was a spent force. I lay there in disbelief, drained, wretched, and two stone lighter.

Tara reached over and placed a hand on Scarlet’s shoulder, “That’s what I call a master stroke!” she praised, “Love your work!”

Scarlet backed away and got up taking my scrotum with testicles with her. She didn’t take her eyes off me, and she had a mocking expression as if she was claiming her prize and had no intention of giving them up as easily as I had done. The others patted her on the back and congratulated her on a job well done. They praised her saying her final shot was worthy of an Oscar and there was no doubt that she was destined for fame on the big screen and would probably become a cult figure, and possibly be honoured with a star on the pavement along Hollywood Boulevard.

They moved away to one side and stood in a huddle. Rose continued to hold my hand and looked at me somewhat sadly. “I’m sorry Tim. I’ll make it up to you. Come and live with me. We’ll try and make it as it was last night. We can make it work. I’ve still got testosterone patches left over from my husband, and Viagra. You can even use a strap-on!”

I was sore, feeling empty and betrayed. I looked back to the huddle of girls. Rose got up and moved back to check the monitors. I hoped she got the shot she wanted as there sure as hell wasn’t going to be a “Take Two”, now that she’d just taken my two!

Tara, Scarlet and the crew were giggling in their huddle. However there was a gap and I could see in. Joanne, the boom operator, giggled the loudest as she looked at my severed scrotum resting in the palm of Scarlet’s outstretched hand.

“That is so cool,” she exclaimed, “Can you take the balls out of the bag so we can have a look? I’m busting to see what a human testicle looks like.”

With her left hand Scarlet began pinching and manoeuvring the base of my scrotum slowly pushing the testicles up towards the ghastly opening. They slithered out with a small amount of blood and lay there under the light with the cords attached. There was an audible “Aaah!” from most of the girls.

“Wow. Can I touch one?” asked Joanne.

“Sure.” replied Scarlet.

Joanne slowly reached out her finger and gave one a slight prod. There was an immediate reaction as the testicle twitched. “It’s alive!” she shrieked.

Scarlet screamed as did most of the girls and instinctively jerked back her hand. The two testicles dropped to the floor with a “thud”. I winced. I believed I actually felt that. The empty scrotum appeared more to float down like an autumn leaf.

Tara reached down and picked up the three piece set and held them out in her hand. “Careful, we don’t want these balls looking like bruised fruit! Check this out. They’re still twitching. Must be a death rattle, or something; nerves perhaps.”

“Eeewwhh!” said Joanne.

“It’s hard to believe these little things give so much pleasure,” pondered Tammy.

“Gave so much pleasure,” corrected Tara. “Look, they’ve stopped moving.”

Sure enough my testicles were lying lifelessly in her hand. Scarlet held out her hand for them. “Okay you can give them back now.”

“Sorry,” said Tara, “I’m not only the writer and co-producer of this movie; I’m also the Property Master. These are now considered as ‘Inventory’.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Cynthia, the red head electrician. “Get a load of this; Tim still has his erection!”

They all turned in disbelief. Even Rose looked up from the monitors. Sure enough my member was still standing proudly wrestling with, and straining against, the hockey strap. There was still life in the old dog yet!

They gathered around me again gazing at this wondrous sight to behold. Some crouched.

“I don’t believe it!” exclaimed Scarlet. “It’s supposed to be dead.”

Tammy remarked, “It’s amazing, Tim maintained a boner throughout the whole time, even when he knew he was going to be castrated.”

Cynthia said, “I’ve read, it’s an incredible phenomena, that males, knowing they are going to be castrated, rather than be scared and wither away, actually get excited at the prospect and sustain powerful erections, as if they want it to be done.”

Tara challenged, “Yeah, well it can’t sustain much longer, I give it thirty seconds, max.”

Joanne piped up, “You know it looks kind of funny, don’t you think? Almost like a swan’s neck with its body missing.”

“I wonder how Tim feels now?” ventured Tammy.

“Who cares?” responded Scarlet.

Tara looked across to Rose. Rose looked back to the monitors.

Tara looked back down at my stiff penis. “Kind reminds me of Custer’s last stand; surrounded by Indians, comrades dead and gone. And then finally Custer goes down as well, finished off by a superior enemy. Look, its beginning to droop!”

I looked at my penis in horror. Sure enough it was beginning to wilt under the intense stares of the girls. It was losing its rigidity and faltering. I willed it to rise again with all the powers I could muster; but to no avail. They all watched it slowly go down like the last sunset. Scarlet was elated and the others laughed too.

Tara smiled confidently, “Going, going, going, gone!” She looked at her watch, “Right on thirty seconds. What did I tell you?”

I was crushed. I was the Master Swordsman no more.

Scarlet giggled again, leant over and stroked my chin, “Poor darling won’t even be able to scratch his balls any more, I wonder if you’ll get a phantom itch!”

Rose came over. “Okay we’ve got some wrap up shots to complete. Tara, can you take Tim to your vet and get him sewn up. Please get her to do a really neat job.”

Tara responded. “Sure, just give me a moment.”

She went to her hand bag and pulled out a re-sealable plastic bag, and poured my testicles and scrotum into it and put them in her hand bag. “Okay, ready.”

Tammy put a sheet over me and a few drops of blood appeared through it at my crotch. Rose looked down at me then across to Tara. “Take him to my place after the vet please, put him in my bed to rest and make sure that he is comfortable.”

“No problem.” said Tara slinging her bag over her shoulder. She moved to the head of the banana lounge and grabbed the handles and was about to wheel me out, when Rose leant down and stroked my cheek.

“Rest up. I’ll be home in a few hours and we’ll begin a new life.” She said, and kissed my forehead. She left the gag in as if not wanting to hear my response until I’d had time to consider my options.

I just lay there as Tara began wheeling me out. Scarlet called after me, “Thanks for being such a good sport Tim, and letting me cut your balls off. See you on the red carpet!”

PART 8

Tara wheeled me away. We went down a corridor and got halfway down when she stopped. I thought she might need a rest so I looked up but noticed she wasn’t even puffing. She looked behind her as if to check if we were being followed. She then opened a door to our left and manoeuvred me through it. What the fuck was she up to?

We entered the room, which was almost empty with grey linoleum flooring. She turned on the light and wheeled me into the middle of the room. She looked down at me with an expression of victory, reached over and removed Scarlet’s panties from my mouth.

“Why? Why have you done this to me?” I was almost crying.

“Oh come on. Don’t be such a baby, you wanted it!”

“Why?”

“I have my reasons. It was a challenge. But the greatest reward was just to see you actually lose your manhood. It was the best thrill ever. To see those balls cut off. That final bit of flesh giving way; instantly transforming you into a eunuch. Such a rush! Can’t wait to see it on film.”

“I don’t understand. You don’t even know me.”

“And that just adds to the pleasure; your total bewilderment! But all you need to know is that I had you done. I, Tara, had you gelded like a stallion, and that you were castrated by the best. Remember me, always.”

She reached in to her hand bag and pulled out the plastic bag.

“Now there are just a few loose ends before we’re off to the vet.” She was all business all of a sudden, “I must take some photos, and I need you to look your best.”

She whipped off the sheet exposing my limp dick and the steel crimp above the loose severed skin that used to be attached to my scrotum. She emptied the bag of my two testicles onto my stomach. I stared at the lifeless forms. I could see small blood vessels and the cords drooping.

Tara put down her handbag but not before taking out her mobile phone. She stood at the end of the banana lounge parting her tan sculptured legs looking down at my splayed legs. Was that moisture on her inner thighs?

She switched her phone to camera mode and aimed it down at me. “Okay now, smile.”

As if!

CLICK. She checked it. She pressed a few more buttons. Then she crouched down and took another photo looking straight up past my wound to my severed balls and included my face. I looked weakly at the camera.

CLICK. “Good Tim,” A few more buttons were pushed, “And send!”

She stood up, came around and crouched next to me. I instinctively looked across to her tanned and firm cleavage (Old habits die hard!) She noticed, but chose to ignore it. “Okay, just a few more. These will be great in my photo album. Smile again.”

She put her head next to mine as if we were boyfriend/girlfriend, put a sexy expression on her face, stretched her arm right out toward my feet, and took what must have been a perfect shot from my knees up to our faces with a good look at her cleavage as well. She checked the shot, looked pleased, pressed a few more buttons; “And send! Now just two more.”

She repeated the pose, this time with a smile, and after sending that, the final one was giving me a kiss on the cheek with my severed balls and wounded crotch in the foreground. Tara stood up pressed a few buttons, finished and put the phone back in her bag.

“Just one more matter and then we’ll be on our way.” She said, as I watched her gather up my balls and put them back into the plastic bag, next to my severed scrotum. The trophies went back in her bag. She stood up at the base of the banana lounge, legs parted and looked down at me.

“Tim, I want you to know that you did a great job in front of the camera. You were a complete natural. We have the best castration scene ever filmed and it is bound to make a lot of money. When people find out that you actually lost your balls the movie will go ballistic because every one loves a great castration scene. So I’m very thankful, and I want to remind you of our little arrangement. It is time for your just reward. After all a deal is a deal.”

Tara cupped her breasts underneath the red dress and pushed them up. She was actually going to show me her magnificent breasts.

Tara looked at me seductively and slowly lowered the top of her dress all the way to her waist. And out they came, released into the atmosphere at last. They where truly a sight to behold; firm, tan, large, beautiful, with brown nipples like bullets. She cupped a hand under each and pushed them together, fondled and played them. She leaned forward.

“Do you like my puppies?” she teased. She leaned further forward and let brush over my penis, up my stomach, over my chest and on to my face, and into my eyes. Her skin was soft, silky, and her nipple buds hard. She pushed them hard into my eye sockets. I was amazed those “bullets” didn’t blind me. These sensational breasts were all I imagined them to be and more; enough to make any man stand to attention. But alas I wasn’t a man any more, and nothing stirred.

Tara pulled back and looked at my limp, crimped penis. She taunted me further, “Hey, we had an arrangement. I was to show you my breasts and you were supposed to take a good, hard, look at them. You’re not keeping up your end of the bargain!” She looked hurt.

“Tell you what.” She brightened. Tara stood up and faced me again. “Because you did such an outstanding job, and I stand to make a lot of money out of having had you neutered, I’m going to give you a bonus.”

“What could you possibly do with any blood money from having me un-manned?” I asked weakly.

“Actually, since you asked, I was planning on having a boob job.” she replied.

“A BOOB JOB! You’re fucking kidding! I lost my balls so you could get a boob job! They’re already the most perfect fucking boobs that ever graced the earth!”

“Thanks, I’m glad you think so. But they just need a slight lift!

Now prepare yourself for your bonus. It’s a real treat, just for you!”

She stood there, her legs parted and began to lift her short red dress. To my amazement she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Her perfectly formed shaved clam was exposed and it was damp and moist all over and looked as if it had had a solid work out. “I am so wet, and I think you know the reason why.” She turned around and there was the also an ass to die for. Firm. Curved. Amazing. “Now take a look at my ass. This is just for you. Mmnnn” She began to back herself up. It was beautiful, the best I had ever seen!

Tara reached behind and spread her cheeks exposing her perfect anus. It was tan and round and the opening seemed to disappear inside her. She kept on backing it towards my mouth. “Go on, lick it, taste it. It’s part of your bonus. You’ve earned it.”

Despite the fact that I had no balls and was a bit tender and sore, I began to feel a desire for what was being offered.

I pushed my tongue onto her anus and started licking around it. I pushed in a bit deeper. It offered little resistance and parted. Tara began to moan. I pushed my tongue in further, it was warm and welcoming and I felt her sphincter relax more and I was able to get right up there.

“That feels nice!” she cooed. “And Tim, I know how you like a nice piece of ass, and boy have I got a nice piece of ass for you!”

Her sphincter fully opened….

A few minutes later she moved her ass away and turned to face me,

“Was that as good for you as it was for me? I’ll bet that was the best piece of ass you ever had!”

The fact of the matter was; it was!

“And now its time for you to finish me off,” She poised her velvet smooth mound with its beautifully formed lips over me mouth. “I want you to eat me out, eunuch boy. Eat me good!”

I was about to answer and opened my mouth to speak but her taco was thrust hard against my mouth. It was so hot, and moist, and desperate to be eaten. I hesitated; should I do her this favour after what she had done to me?

“Come on eunuch boy, cat got your tongue as well as your balls?”

The stirrings were still there. In truth, how could I resist? So I thrust my tongue inside that pink hole. Her clit was so hard it was like a metal stud that was pressed so hard up my left nostril, that with my mouth occupied, I could only breathe through my right nostril. I could sense tension in her cunt, like a tightly coiled spring just waiting to be unsprung. As I licked away I could feel the tension becoming greater and more intense. She grabbed my bonded wrists over my head and squeezed them hard. She was about to explode, and I had only been buried in her snatch for about twenty seconds. She began to moan loudly and shudder.

“You’re making me come, eunuch boy. Ohhh. I’mmm comminnnggg!”

With that she bucked, and shuddered, and she gushed. She gushed and squirted right into my mouth and down my throat. She gushed and sprayed and squirted. I had never experienced anything like it. I’d seen female squirters on internet porn sites, but Tara made those “Squirters” seem more like “Tricklers”, and she really let fly! I had her love juices filling my mouth, cascading down over my chin and onto my chest. I gulped down what I could but simply couldn’t keep up. With every bucking of her hips came a fresh jet forcing its way down my throat. I began to gag, as a result of the sheer volume. I began to realise I might even drown. For a fleeting moment I had a vision of the Hoover Dam filled with Tara’s cum juices, its retaining wall bursting resulting in whole towns getting washed away! Incredibly all the townsfolk were diving into the flooding, raging tide as if willing to drown in bliss!

With her juices now flowing up my nose, I began to splutter and I could feel myself beginning to lose consciousness. Then just as I took my last gulp, it tapered off.

Tara was drained and panting. I was full. She pulled her pussy off my mouth and panted, “Well done eunuch boy! You did me good. I’ve been on hair trigger for the last few days just dreaming of this moment when, as a freshly cut eunuch, you would eat me out. Maybe you and I got off on the wrong foot. Perhaps we should do this again sometime. What do you say?”

Gasping for air, I belched loudly.

As she swung off me, I looked down. Amazingly I was sporting a boner! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Tara noticed.

“Res-erection!” I proclaimed.

“Well now we know what brings out the best in you! We’ll have to save that for another time. We’d better get you across to the vet before you pop off that crimp. Then over to Rose’s place.”

Tara threw the sheet back over me which now made it more resemble a circus tent! She adjusted herself and put away the puppies. She went to the head of the banana lounge and began to wheel me toward the door.

“Oh, I forgot to mention; the vet. When I made the booking and told her your name; she says she knows you, and that she’s from the same school in your home town. Katrina Mollison. She has a much younger sister called Vanessa who was in your year. What an amazing coincidence! She has even offered to sew up your crutch where you’ve been gelded at no charge, just for old times’ sake.”

As we entered the corridor to move out of the building, my mind was a blur. I could feel my boner subsiding. What would happen to me now that I had been castrated and was a gelding? Would I be able to perform? I was to live with Rose, Tara would visit on occasions. Would I need the testosterone patches, the Viagra? Would Rose and Tara keep the supply up? I would always be at their mercy; be their plaything. How would the female specie look upon me from now on; would I be viewed with pity, would I be an object for ridicule? Or would I be an object of female curiosity where each would want to discover for themselves the sexual feats I would be able to perform? The women of the world had finally completed their quest that had started the day I was born. They had won, my balls were gone and they now had their trophy. My life was changed forever from this day forth. Who knew what the future would hold?

And as Tara wheeled me toward the external double doors, through a haze of throbbing soreness from what remained of my crotch, I recalled the final parting words from Principal Primrose as she expelled me from school on that fateful day, and I shook my head sadly. Tara pushed through the doors of the building and we went out into the sunlight.

EPILOGUE 1

It was eleven o’clock on the very night of Tim’s castration when a sleek red Mazda sports car pulled into the gravelled driveway leading to the mansion. It was a cloudless night and the moon was full. The door opened and a shadowy figure alighted. The door closed and the female figure started walking towards the front porch. The porch light was on; she was expected.

Tara carried a small bright green gift box. She was warmly dressed even though the night air was pleasant. It had been a great day and she was very satisfied that everything had gone so well.

Tara arrived at the front door and rang the bell. She heard footsteps and then the click of the latch. The door opened. A woman’s figure was silhouetted against the entrance hall light.

“Mission accomplished.” Tara said, “The target has been neuteralised.”

Sylvia Robbins stood in the doorway grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. “Tara, my dear. Wonderful news, do come in.”

Tara entered and looked around the hallway. Clearly Sylvia was not short of a quid, and probably always got what she wanted. They stood in the hallway facing each other. Tara could smell the alcohol on Sylvia’s breath but she appeared merrily tipsy rather than drunk.

“I take it that everything went to plan.” Sylvia eagerly enquired noticing the package that Tara was holding.

“After the info you supplied, four months of planning and putting it all together. Then from the time I removed the plug from the sump in Tim’s car, it could not have gone more perfectly. I even timed Rose to go past just at the right time.”

“Marvellous,” Sylvia was impressed, “And he never suspected anything?”

“Not until he was tied, gagged, and I put it to Rose that we had to castrate him for real.”

“Excellent.” Sylvia was almost leaping for joy. “And you used the bander, like I requested.”

“Yes. All done exactly as we agreed.” Responded Tara professionally. “And let me tell you he screamed like a girl as the blade severed his ball-sack.”

“Oh good, I’m so pleased. I do love the bander,” said Sylvia, “If only I’d used one on Chelsea’s father soon after she was born my life would have been a lot different. That womanising bastard, I’d like to fix him too.”

“You can always hire me again. You get a twenty percent discount on the second job.” Tara was all business.

“Really!” thought Sylvia, “I’ll give your offer further consideration.”

“Well you’ve seen how I operate. Speaking of which, did you get the post-op photos I transmitted from my cell phone?”

Sylvia was ecstatic, “Why yes, they were wonderful! Tim just lying there with his balls off. A eunuch. Like a dream come true.” She motioned to the package, “Is that them?” Have you brought them to me? Let me see them! I want to see his balls!”

As Sylvia reached out for the package Tara held it back.

“And the balance of my fee?”

“I transferred the other half into your bank account this evening once I received your email with the photos. Twenty-five thousand balance, as per the arrangement.”

Tara handed over the gift box, “I know, I already checked.”

Sylvia ripped off the lid and pulled out a glass jar, letting the empty box fall to the floor. She held the jar up between them to get a good view of the contents. Inside the jar Tim’s testicles were swimming around in a clear liquid, the cords floating behind like tails. Sylvia’s heart missed a beat and she had to catch her breath. Tara also wore an expression of satisfaction on her beautiful face.

“Oohh. What magnificent specimens they are!” exclaimed Sylvia, “I am so glad they are off at last so they won’t be able to get any other poor young girl into trouble. Alas it was too late for my lovely Chelsea. But there must be a lot of other mothers around who can now sleep easy.”

“There can be no doubt that we’ve performed a noble public service.” Tara confirmed.

“Did he come one final time?” Sylvia’s eyebrows raised.

“Definitely not. You insisted that he not be allowed to enjoy one last orgasm as a man, and what you’re holding in your hands are his fully loaded balls. That’s why the jar is so weighty.”

“Perfect.” said Sylvia eyeing the jar’s contents cruelly, “Terminated with extreme prejudice.”

“By the way, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve kept his scrotum. I lost my parking meter change purse the other day and it will make a good replacement swinging from the rear view mirror.”

Sylvia shrugged but didn’t take her eyes from the jar. “No, I don’t mind. Tim didn’t want it?”

“No, he’s got no further use for it,” Tara crinkled her nose, “Besides, we kind of swapped souvenirs.”

“And where is Tim now?” enquired Sylvia.

“Don’t worry. He’s in a good place.” said Tara reassuringly.

Sylvia looked across from the jar to Tara then back to the contents of the jar, “I’m pleased. You know, that’s all I ever wanted; Tim in a good place, and his balls in another!”

“Well, I must be going.” Tara smiled. “I hope we can do business again. Think about my proposal with regard to your ex-husband.”

Sylvia extended her hand gratefully, “I’m sure you’ll be hearing from me in due course. Thank you for taking care of this little matter for me.”

Tara took the offered hand and shook it with sincerity, “Believe me; the pleasure was all mine. Goodnight.”

Sylvia opened the door and Tara disappeared into the night. She shut the door then looked into the jar with intense satisfaction.

She moved to the curved staircase and started to climb holding the jar to her bosom as she went. The jar’s contents sloshed around inside. On reaching the top of the stairs she walked lightly down the hallway, and stopped outside a closed bedroom door. She listened, but heard no sound. Placing the jar on a side table she ventured into the bedroom. She walked to the far wall, across to a baby’s cot and looked down at the peaceful, sleeping form. It was Tim and Chelsea’s baby daughter, Zoe.

“Sleep tight my darling, all is well.” She whispered.

As she turned and walked back to the door she vowed to herself that Chelsea must never find out what she had done. She had sent Chelsea away to an interstate university to study and have a career, as Sylvia had always planned. Chelsea, from an early age, showed great promise, and Sylvia was not going to let some hormone-raging boy, particularly one like Tim, mess up her plans. She would raise Zoe herself, and Sylvia would be more like a big sister than a mother, until the time was right.

In the hallway Sylvia picked up the jar containing her prize and headed for her bedroom. She placed the jar on the bedside table and turned on the lamp. The testicles almost took on an afterglow under the soft light. She left them on the bed side table and went off to the bathroom to prepare her self for bed.

A few minutes later she returned, her face shiny with night-cream.

She flung back the bed clothes, undid her dressing gown letting it hang open, and sank into the bed.

She lay there looking at her naked body. The years had not been good to her. Her breasts were a little saggy, her tummy and hips carried a little too much weight, and her womanhood had not been trimmed in a while. Why should she; its not as if she had a man to keep herself in shape for! However all day, and particularly since seeing the photos of Tim lying there having just been freshly castrated in his prime and now ruined for life, she had felt stirrings that she hadn’t felt in many years. The fact that she had had done this to him filled her with a powerful sexual urge, and it suddenly dawned upon her that she had never felt this randy.

She felt her breast and circled her nipple, it tingled. She moaned. She reached down through her pubic hair to her sex, and she was wet. Boy was she wet! She reached over and picked up the jar and held it up to the light as she began to finger herself, slowly at first, enjoying the long forgotten sensation of a hot wet pussy yearning for action. She looked into the contents of the jar with great satisfaction. Tim’s testicles floated in the clear liquid. They were hers now for keeps. She looked at the cords that just finished abruptly where they had been cut. Tim’s intact nuts would no longer give him pleasure, or pleasure to another woman. The only person who now who would gain pleasure from them was her. His balls were dead, incapable of producing sperm and thankfully Chelsea would never be having any more ejaculated into her, no matter how badly she lusted for it. But just because Tim’s balls were gone from Chelsea’s life didn’t mean they couldn’t become a big part of Sylvia’s life. They would become the family jewels!

As she had these thoughts Sylvia began fingering herself more intensely now. Her pleasure was swelling inside. She placed the jar between her legs just below her pussy. If Tim’s testicles had been eyeballs they’d had been sitting in the box seat with the best view in town. She now fingered her clit with one hand and had three fingers in her pussy working herself up into a frenzy. Her eyes never left the contents of the jar as she began to shake and shudder as the tsunami of all orgasms overcame her. She moaned louder and louder and then hollered as she even let fly with a little squirt that splashed against the side of the jar and ran down onto the bed. Her intense pleasure continued for quite a few moments and at the end left her breathless, exhausted, surprised, and very, very, content. The “aftershocks” continued to occur for another half hour. She lay there smiling to herself finding it amusing and ironic that Tim was still able to give such intense pleasure to a woman even though Tim the Eunuch was far away.

However the pleasure was not all hers. That night the female of the species throughout the world felt amazingly more passionate than usual. None could explain why, however they took their partners to bed and made love to them with utter reckless abandonment. Like wild wanton beasts they raised their pleasures to new heights which surprised them as much as it did their partners. What ever it was that brought this on, they wanted more of. Little did they realise at that time but this was to be the way it would be from that day forth.

EPILOGUE 2:

The photos of Tim snapped by Tara immediately after his un-manning, via her cell phone and forwarded to Sylvia, Tara also forwarded to the Katrina Mollison, the vet, who stitched up the remains of Tim’s scrotum and applied the same antiseptic spray used on neutered piglets immediately after surgery. Katrina wasted no time in forwarding them on to her sister Vanessa, back in the old home town, who was delighted to receive them. With the marvels of modern communications the photos went global within twenty four hours and were transmitted to tens of millions of computers and cell phones in virtually every country on the planet. The photos shocked many people, but also had the desired effect and got the juices flowing in millions of pussies and started the girls all chatting, emailing and texting, excitedly.

No more so than in Tim’s home town, where cell phones, emails, communicated to such an extent that a whole communications tower went down!

However before this meltdown some of the communications were as follows:

Vanessa: Email with photos to: Jasmin, Conchita, Amanda, Carol and others.

VANESSA: Hey girlz check out these photos my sister just sent me.

Remember how we were going to castrate Tim in skool? Well he finally got nutted. Katrina is a vet and sewed up the remains and said he’s now well and truly f##ked.

JASMIN: Wow! His balls cut off at last! How cool is that! He’s had it coming for a long time. I wish it had been me who did it to him!

CONCHITA: Take a number girl. I wonder who the girl in photos is. Sheez gorgeous. She’s done a great job on him. She deserves a medal.

AMANDA: I wonder if she f##ked him first?

VANESSA: Naah. She probably led him on, and then just sliced him. I reckon he was still a virgin. Who’d want to f##k him. His dick was too small.

CAROL: LOL you are so cruel Nessa. Just coz Josh has a 10 inch rod. But the photos are so hot! I’ve just wet myself.

CONCHITA: Little prick mayB, but check out those balls girlz! They could a done some damage.

JASMIN: Not any more. Tims now a eunuch.

CAROL. LOL. You know what. When I’m f##king Brad tonight I’m going to so fantasise about cutting them off myself.

VANESSA: I have several times.

LOUISE: Me too, since I was in first year high school.

JASMIN: We all did. I actually had dreams about it and got really wet.

VANESSA: And to think we came so close that day in the toilets. If only Principal Primrose hadn’t arrived.

AMANDA: We should get together and celebrate just like we were going to after school. Better late than never. Come to my apartment at 5:30.

CAROL: Ill bring champagne.

CONCHITA: I’ll print copies for us all.

LOUISE: Ness, are you going to email these to Principal Primrose?

VANESSA: Might as well. She’ll get a buzz out of them. I reckon she too wanted them off all along. She just got caught out.

LOUISE: Send them. Its not like she can expel you.

VANESSA: I’ll do it right now.

CAROL: Let us know her reaction tonight at Mandy’s.

VANESSA: See you later. And after that; watch out Josh. I am going to go off big time tonight!

AMANDA: Go girl. I think we all will.

FOOTNOTE:

Principle Primrose was sitting at her desk when the email popped up. She read the text. Her features remained impassive, as was her demeanour, but inside her heartbeat picked up steadily as she opened the attached photos. Her heart raced excitedly, and she felt a warmth below. So it finally happened! Tim had finally been castrated. She was amazed he kept his balls as long as he did. She would have liked to have cut his balls off herself as corporal punishment whilst he was still at school. She should have trumped up some reason to. And this photo included the young woman who did it. No, she didn’t recognise her, obviously not from this school. Very attractive though. She wondered how it had all come about.

Principal Primrose was extremely grateful to Vanessa for forwarding this newsworthy email to her. The best news she’d had in ages. She was so pleased she’d stayed in her position these extra years. Vanessa had always been one of her favourite students; a real achiever.

Principal Primrose started to type a grateful response when she suddenly stopped, remembering, then smiled contentedly to herself. She recalled that day in her office, the same office that she was seated in now, when she had expelled Tim from school, and those final parting, dismissive words she had said to him, and, as usual, she could now bask in the glory once again, of having been; oh, so very right...

“Tim, you’re just a no good, good for nuttin’.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE AND WARNING!

Following the sensation caused by the worldwide internet flooding of the photos of Tim’s castration, within two weeks there had been several other incidents of men being castrated by their wives or girlfriends, and in one instance; both! One young female arrested and charged with cutting off her boyfriend’s balls was Tammy, the cinematographer who was so influenced by what she witnessed she could not control the overpowering urge and simply HAD to do it!

She has been charged with causing grievous bodily harm. Chances are, if she lands a female judge, she’ll just get a slap over the wrist.

With the forthcoming release of the internet movie sensation “CASTRATION WISH”, it is expected the number of incidents of women taking sharp knives to their men folk’s ball sacks, or ANY male’s marble bag will escalate dramatically. Beware, they may become like the zombie armies of the night!

Have you noticed recently that your wife/girlfriend has been more passionate towards you than usual? Have you both been enjoying a greater level of amorous adventures in the sack? Enjoy this while you can. However, if you notice her eyeing off your package with more intent, or being rougher than usual, or even suggesting dangerous games where she is in total control; I suggest you start sleeping with one eye open, and keep no sharp knives in the house, because you never can tell; the next set off balls to be cut off in the middle of the night, may well be YOURS!