Once there she tells me that she is well aware that she is gorgeous and furthermore that she is a perfectly normal girl who is just biding her time waiting for Mr. Right to come along and make her his wife. She tells me that she knows that he will be tall, dark, handsome and very powerful and very rich. That is the reason she decided to try and get this job in this store located right in the middle of this very swanky neighborhood.

But until then, she tells me, one of the things she likes to do as a sideline, as a sort of hobby, is to play with weak, fawning, submissive boys like me. And although I am older, obviously I've never matured past boyhood.

She soon gets me to admit that I would offer her anything, even my most prized possessions, if she would only show a little affection towards me.

And what are your absolutely most prized possessions, she asks?

For some reason I find myself stammering and blurt out: my nuts!

Really, she says? You mean your hairy balls? Your manly sperm factories? Your very manhood itself?

I blush, lower my head in total humiliation and submission and agree.

She casually and confidently accepts my offer and then says she would like to have a demo of her new possessions, her new toys.

She makes me strip from the waist down and sit down in a chair opposite her and jerk off for her. She wants to harvest some sperm out of of her newly acquired sperm factories.

While I am jerking myself off she tells me I am not the first boy to make this offer to her. I love it when boys surrender their manhood to me, she says. I've had six do it so far, and I just love it, just love their adoration of me. I love to watch them harvest their sperm for me, too.

She moves closer and reaches between my legs to gently squeeze and caress her new possessions, my balls in their tight, wrinkly sac. Hmmmm, she purrs, I'm going to love adding your balls to my collection. Are you ready to be my neutered little puppy boy? Are you ready for me to call my friend the young lady vet? Signal your readiness by giving me all your sperm now, shoot all of it out now. I do as she commands and surrender my most private male essence to her eager gaze in thick hot spurts.

As the last drops ooze out of me, she continues: later, when I am married, I'll think of you and the others, my little ball-less puppy boys. I'll think of you all while my big, manly, powerful husband is stroking into me, into my tight, how pussy with his hard, massive cock. While I moan and open myself to the utmost to his pistoning, iron-rod of a cock, I'll think of my sweet, devoted little puppy boys who permanently gave up their manhood for me.

Then she hands me some paper towels to clean up with and then goes on to tell me that she's not going to call her lady vet friend just yet. But if I keep on pestering her at work, she definitely will.

I get the message and put my clothes on and slink silently out the door and make my way home.