The Things You'll Do for Money

The sex games of a perverse, sadistic woman

When I had lost several thousand more dollars after several enjoyable nights, the loan sharks wanted their money back. They made this unmistakably clear to me with the extensive use of bodily force. At this time, no one would loan me more money and at that time I owned nothing that I would have been able to sell. In at most two weeks they wanted their $100,000 back or I’d be watching the radishes grow from below, as one of the thugs remarked.

A few days later I was a guest at a swingers’ party, where I was discussing inclinations and sexual fantasies with a woman. At the bar, she explained to me that she would like to remove a man’s foreskin in a sadistic game. She described her perverse dreams to me and asked me if I perhaps knew a man who would bring her such an offering. She was willing to look a long time and pay a lot, but so far no real man had shown himself ready to do it. I took her by the hand and went into an adjoining room with her. There, I stripped off my black rubber shorts and laid my penis onto a high glass table. Next I asked her how much this foreskin was worth to her. “What, you would be willing to sell this long, sexy foreskin to me?” she said, after she had briefly assessed my dick-head’s covering. I said to her that for good money it could be hers. We agreed on $25,000, with which I could hold off the loan sharks for another two weeks.

Two days later I went to her in the evening. Her name was Barbara and she was a really perverted sadist. She had invited a pair of girlfriends to her villa, who were also going to play some S&M games with me. After about three hours, Barbara took me by the dick and pulled me into another room. While doing so, she said “Now we’re going to take care of your foreskin.” There she prepared my foreskin for her sadistic game. She pulled it back and glued a special metal cap that was to protect my dick head over the glans. Next she shoved the foreskin back forward over the metal cap. After that, she wrapped the shaft, from the base to just below the head with duct tape. Thus, only the unprotected foreskin could be seen. Now I had to lie down on my stomach on a two inch thick wooden plank. My penis went through a hole in the middle, so that it hung down freely. My widely separated extremities were tightly bound up in leather coverings. Over my butt went a thick leather belt, which pressed my lower body tightly to the plank, so that I couldn’t pull my penis back by even a millimeter. In addition to the leather thongs holding my legs, there was a butt plug of 3” diameter, which was introduced into my tender bottom. Now Barbara raised the wooden plank and put it onto a hydraulic support and brought it into the room next door. When we arrived, she laughed at me briefly and got under the plank in order to play with my dick. She stuck me a few times in the foreskin with a needle, so that some blood dripped out. Afterwards she took the support over a large aquarium and lowered the board until my penis was diving into the water. The aquarium had two chambers, which were connected by a glass tube which could be closed off. In the one chamber there were just five fish and in the other was just my male member, that I so loved to jerk off. Finally, I got a gag in my mouth and then her daughter came in. She was very young still and started to undress before me. Barbara stimulated my member in the water basin with her hand. It got stiff immediately at the sight of these young, virginal tits. Now Barbara sat down directly in front of the aquarium, in order to view my stiff member from up close. The little girl was undressing slowly during all this, until she finally was completely naked. When I saw her completely hairless vulva and my member was highly aroused, she pulled on the lever and I was able to see how the five fish swam quickly through the connecting tube. Owwww. Oh, that was brutal. I screamed like crazy, for I had never experienced such pain. The water immediately turned blood red. The five piranhas bit hard into my foreskin and ate it off. Barbara found it extremely exciting to use piranhas to skin the tip of my penis. She was masturbating her clit like crazy and came to orgasm a few times one right after the other. With three video cameras, she recorded everything. When I was let loose, I was allowed to lie in a gynecological chair. There a lady urologist sewed up the bleeding wounds in my penis. Without anesthesia or painkillers I let my member be cared for with seventeen stitches. This sewing up was a blessing in contrast to the fish therapy, though needle and thread are certainly not pleasant.

Because I still couldn’t raise any money to pay the loan sharks after the ten days had passed, I went to Barbara and explained my needs to her. After a long conversation she told me that she had already had a sexy dream which she wanted to realize. To do so, a potent man had to be ready for it. She had had this sexual fantasy for many years, masturbating to it frequently and often reaching a legendary orgasm. I told her that I would be ready to do anything if she would just redeem my marker for the remaining $75000. To this she replied that I had to lie back in the gynecological chair for a test. If I passed the test, she would redeem my marker today. So, I stripped naked and lay down in the examining chair. I put my legs far apart into the leg holders and offered her my genitals. She was pleased at the appearance of my member, flayed a few days before and colored green and blue. However, she felt that the wounds were already well healed and so she first removed the stitches. Afterwards she wanted a urine sample, so I peed into a beaker. Second, she stuck a needle into one of my penis veins in order to draw off a blood sample. Third, she gave me a reagent tube and a naked picture of her sexy daughter. “So, now start jerking off. I’ll watch the clock and if you don’t have your sperm in the tube within 3 minutes, you can get lost,” she said. I immediately took my circumcised member in my hand and began to satisfy myself in front of her. It was to be my first orgasm without a foreskin, to which I really had to force myself. Anyway, I did it and the three samples were sent to the lady urologist. Next she wanted to test my pain threshold. For this purpose, she brought in a small scale with some utensils. Wearing a doctor’s smock, she sat down between my widespread, upward pointing legs. After she had put on some examination gloves, she took my member and sprayed about twenty milliliters of lubricant into my urethra. Right after that she took a 7 mm diameter probe and stuck it up my cock. Probes are normally used in gynecology in order to dilate the cervix before operations. In this case, however, it was my urethra that was the goal of this stainless steel staff. The 7 mm was unpleasant but didn’t hurt. The 8 mm, which replaced the 7 mm after 5 minutes made her even happier. Each probe was left in for 5 minutes and during that time, it was shoved in and out while being rotated in order to dilate my urethra most effectively. After the 8 mm came the 9 mm, followed by the 10 mm and finally the 11 mm, which wasn’t any fun any more for me, but sure was for her. With that she observed: “I have a certain probe in mind, and if you can endure it you will have passed the test.” Immediately she took the next larger. With the 11 mm size some blood ran out of my member, but I held still and placed my penis at her disposal until the 14 mm probe was in. Now she stopped and said to me that she would only have required the 13 mm size, but since I was so obedient, I got a bigger one as well.

She had redeemed my marker and after eight days, things started up again in her villa. Her most perverse dream was to be fulfilled. I undressed in an examination room and lay down in the gynecological chair. Her long-time friends and the lady urologist were also there and they all poked and photographed me. During this, I announced to them all: “These testicles that you have all just assessed, belong to Barbara K. She alone determines their fate.” Afterwards I got down out of the chair and we went into the room next door, which had been outfitted as an operating room. There I lay down again in a gynecological chair and the all came in dressed in green coveralls and surgical masks. After a brief photo shoot for before and after comparison purposes and the installation of the video cameras, the started in right away. My genitals were washed off with disinfectant by Barbara’s mother and the surrounding area was covered with a sterile green cloth. Next Barbara and the lady urologist, Dr. Rainer, came over toward me with a cart filled with sterile operating utensils and sat down in front of my sexual organs. Dr. Rainer was the assistant and Barbara took over the more enjoyable part in the sadistic party.

Now she looked me deep in the eyes once again and simultaneously lifted my scrotum and generative organs up with her left hand, using a firm grip. In her right hand she held a syringe with which she injected a painkilling solution into the underside of my sensitive scrotum. After the anesthetic had taken effect, she took a scalpel while Dr. Rainer pressed my penis firmly up onto my belly, so that Barbara had free access to my sperm-producing organs. Barbara stuck a razor sharp blade into my ball sack near my penis. Next she pulled the sharp knife down, so that the entire ball sack was slit open. For the first time, my balls saw daylight. One could see the seed glands and spermatic cords in beautiful detail. Dr. Rainer showed her where best to operate. Barbara said to me: “Now you are still a whole man and still have your full reproductive capacity, with which you could produce many children. Otherwise you will have to take hormones for the rest of your life, if I now continue. Also, you would grow titties. If you wish, you can stop me and I’ll sew your sack up again, but I’ll sell your marker to someone else. Therefore, am I to castrate you now or would you prefer not?” I replied: “Oh, Barbara, I enjoyed many a hot, sexy hour when I was still able to jerk off with my foreskin. Now I don’t care whether you take my sex drive as well or not. However, I do have a pressing need for the money and for that reason I ask you to remove my beloved male balls. I really like my nuts, because until now I’ve had a very pronounced sex drive. But, for the money, I must make a sacrifice, therefore I ask you to proceed with my castration.” After that, she cut my spermatic cords and blood vessels and raised my reproductive glands out of my scrotum. Afterwards, she laid them into a stainless steel bowl and showed them to me, saying: “You were just castrated by me, as is done every day to many cats and dogs. I had the power over your reproductive capacity. You will no longer bring children into the world.” Then they continued and Dr. Rainer removed four pig balls from a refrigerated box, which she implanted in me during a three hour operation. My balls were later implanted into one of the pigs as a joke.

After a week, I had to jerk off three times a day in order to bring the animal glands up to speed. I observed my heavy and fully stretched scrotum, with its four pig balls in the mirror. I found this an exciting sight. After the fourth week, I had to go to the barnyard and impregnate a sow in heat. The pigs were imprisoned in a box and I shoved my stiff reproductive organ into their pig vaginas. Thus I committed the sex act with the squealing sows under Barbara’s supervision until I ejaculated. In this manner I pleased about 100 pigs, from which six sows gave birth to splendid piglets. In the meantime, half a year had passed, when the second phase of the test of my animal balls. Every day in the evening I went to Dr. Rainer’s office. There, I lay down on the X-ray table and let my lower body be covered with a lead skirt. Only my scrotum remained exposed, for this was to be subjected to radioactive X-radiation for ten minutes a day. After each session, I gave a semen sample, which was checked for fertility. After seventeen days, there wasn’t a single sperm to be found in the sample. Irradiating my scrotum was painless, but extremely damaging to my ability to sire piglets.

On Barbara’s birthday, I went to her one last time. In her underground torture chamber, I was fastened to a cross. A bag filled with fresh snow was placed around my scrotum, Barbara’s birthday being in February. Next she tortured a small Asian girl in front of me with the most brutal phalluses, which she pushed into her vagina and ass. The girl lay right in front of me, fastened to a gynecological chair, while Barbara pressed dildos three inches in diameter into her narrow passage. After two hours she came over to me again and removed the bag from around my scrotum. The pig balls were nearly frozen. She stepped over to me, seized my scrotum with her left hand and pulled it firmly away from me. In her right hand she held a butcher’s knife, with which she attacked my ball sack. While she was doing this, I had to look deeply into her eyes. There was no painkiller, other than the chill. Then she let my sack go again and continued torturing the Asian girl. Again and again she stepped over to me and completed this ritual. I could tell from this that this would end sometime with the final cut. She stepped over the seventeenth time and then the sharp knife found its way through my ball sack. As if with a single blow, she held my pig balls in her blood smeared hand. I screamed like crazy as the balls were cut from my living body. Unimaginable pains sliced through my lower body. I screamed, but the pain was so great that my vocal cords failed me. I had never thought that being castrated without anesthesia would bring such terrible torture. The lady urologist immediately injected me with a strong painkiller and ministered professionally to my groin wound.

From this day on, I was a castrato, a eunuch, an emasculated individual. But, one who was richer by $50000, since for the last game there had of course been a small reward. Every month I took a dose of hormones at Barbara’s place, which fortunately for me, maintained a spark of sex drive. Normally, after castration, 85% of all men lose their sex drive completely, even with hormone therapy. Barbara let herself be fucked each month by a man with no balls, but with a still intact and stiff penis. This way she didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant when the prostatic ejaculate was unloaded into her cunt. For this, she always gave me $250, which I was always able to put to good use while playing cards.