Helen was a gorgeous raven-haired eighteen-year old student with a fabulous petite body, young ripening tits and a perfect ass. She went to an all-girl college, and worked weekends in our local pharmacy. I took an immediate liking to her and soon found myself using any excuse to go into the shop when she was there. I ended up with a lot of toothpaste. I was a 25-year-old male who had inherited a fortune from my grandparents. I had a huge house and it was well known that I was the local millionaire. Helen also knew this, and whether she was attracted by my money or not, we soon became good friends. Eventually, I asked her out and to my surprise and delight she said yes.

     Over the next six months, she became a regular companion, always dressing up in sexy, tight outfits typical of a stunning teenager. Soon she started coming back home with me but she would never go all the way. Instead I’d have to content myself with petting her, with foreplay, rubbing her until her knickers were soaking wet and playing with her gorgeous pert young breasts. It took a lot of persuasion to get her to let me remove her panties so that I could lick her juicy vagina!

     Then one evening while I was stroking her sopping pussy, she said: “Do you love me?”

     “Yes,” I said. I had indeed been falling for her for quite a while.

     “Then I will let you have your way with me tonight. You can do whatever you want. But I want you to promise me that tomorrow you will give me anything I ask for.”

     “All right,” I agreed readily, expecting she was going to ask for a car.

     That night I took her in every position and in every orifice. She was a fantastic screw and had amazing orgasms. By the time we fell asleep in one another’s arms, she was filled to the brim with my sperm.

     The next morning she was already in the shower when I awoke. I joined her and we kissed lovingly. She finished her shower before I did, and when I returned to the bedroom she was dressed in a tight white top and a short light blue denim skirt.

     “Stay naked,” she told me. “And come into the kitchen.

     Bemused, I did as asked, my penis hardening as I followed her delightful butt in its tight skirt.

     Once in the kitchen, she told me to lie stretched out on the table. “I’m going to tie you down and shave off your pubes,” she said. “This is part of my reward for last night.”

     I laughed. “Oh all right. Trust you to choose something kinky.”

     “And I also want a car,” she added as she bound me, spread-eagled, to the table. My legs were stretched as wide apart as they could go.

     “You shall have one,” I smiled.

     “And I want your testicles,” she said once I was secured. “I want your balls as my reward for last night, so I’m going to cut them off.”

“You’re joking!” I cried.

“No joke,” Helen laughed. “You said I could have anything I wanted, and this is what I want. I’ve always wanted to castrate a man. It makes me all wet and my clit tingle and pussy itch just thinking about it. You are going to be the guy I deball.  You will then become my eunuch slave and provider. Those are my conditions, and if you want to stay in a relationship with me then you’ll have to agree to them them. I’m going to castrate you anyway, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. But I’d rather you consented. You will if you really love me. If you don’t, I’ll dump you, take your balls as a keepsake and leave you castrated and alone. You’ll be a lonely eunuch with no hope of ever getting another girl as a partner because you won’t have the balls for it.”

     I gazed into her gorgeous eyes and knew I was lost to her and would do anything for her. Is she wanted my testicles, then I was powerless to resist. “As long as you’re sure this is what you really want,” I said.

     “Yes. I’m sure.”

     “Then very well. You’re going to do it now?”

     “Yes. But we’ll have to wait until my college friends arrive. They all want to see a guy having his manhood permanently removed.”

     “And they all know about your intention to castrate me?” I gasped.

     “Sure. They helped me plan the whole thing. In fact, it wasn’t even my idea originally. One day, I was moaning to the girls over coffee about how much I loved you and loved the way you licked my pussy, and wanted you as my life-partner, but I wasn’t interested in you screwing me. One of them jokingly suggested I castrate you. As she said, you wouldn’t be able to fuck me if you had no balls and you’d probably be an even better cunt-licker if you were no longer the slave of testosterone. We all laughed, but I made up my mind then and there that this was exactly what I was going to do. We all set to work researching the subject from then on, and I set about seducing you and making you fall in love with me. And now, today, we’re actually going to do it. Just think: you’re currently spending your last hour as a man.”

     She carefully shaved away my pubic hair while we waited for the audience. “Once you are a eunuch, you will still be my companion,” Helen told me. “I intend eventually to marry you since I want a eunuch as my husband. But you will no longer wear clothes at home. You’ll be kept naked as befits a slave. Besides, I will want to see the results of what I’ve done to you at all times. I find the thought very arousing. But, even if you can still get an erection, you will never fuck me again. Instead you will become my lap dog, servicing my erogenous zones with your tongue. After all, it’s what you’re best at.”

     I sighed. “Oh very well.”

     “But I will still fuck. I’ll have a succession of young studs to do the job. I’m going to be an unfaithful whore of an adulteress, and you’re going to be my castrated cuckold. I’m really turned-on by the thought of cuckolding a eunuch! Also, de-balling you will make it easier for you to accept this. Knowing you have no testes, and therefore are useless to me, you’ll find it easier to cope with real men, who are superior to you because of their balls, fucking the girl who castrated you. And, if the studs don’t mind, I’ll let you watch and you can sit there with no testicles while you gaze at a proper, huge penis with its big balls attached thrusting in and out of my puffy cunt then filling me with sperm from its testicles. And afterwards you’ll lick the sticky spunk out of my well-screwed, smelly and soaking hole. It will be a wonderful gesture of love and appreciation on your part, and will show you fully understand your status as my eunuch.”

     “How long have you and your friends been planning this?” I asked.

     “About five months. I decided the moment I saw you that a millionaire, and a handsome young one like you, would make the perfect husband for me. But I couldn’t work out how I’d persuade you to let a slut like me indulge in my lifestyle of being fucked as often and by as many men as possible. So I denied you full sex in order to get you hooked on me and make you fall in love with me. Meanwhile, I was being screwed out of my brains when I wasn’t with you. You’ve already licked spunk out of me without realizing.”

     I sighed. I wasn’t terribly surprised, to be honest. I’d had my suspicions whenever she’d arrived at my house with an exceptionally juicy pussy that tasted different to usual. It’d just refused to face facts.

     “Strange thing is that I’ve fallen in love with you too,” she admitted. “I’d actually recently decided not to castrate you, but when I found out how small your penis felt inside me last night compared with the huge tools I’m used to, I realized I had to have your balls. I’m doing it today before I give into my love for you and change my mind again. If you had satisfied me sexually last night, I’d have stuck with a sports car as my reward for letting you fuck me.”

     “You seemed to have enough orgasms last night!” I complained, feeling hurt.

     “I know, but that was because by then I’d decided to go ahead and castrate you, not because of anything your penis did to me. As you fucked me, I kept thinking: ‘I’m going to cut his balls off tomorrow’. God, it gave me such great orgasms!”

     Her friends arrived. There were about twenty of them, all stunning college girls in skimpy, revealing clothes. My penis was rock hard with lust, but I was also bright red with embarrassment at being tightly bound, naked, to a table, my legs spread wide, penis clearly erect, while they were all wearing clothes. It was the most embarrassing, yet exciting, moment of my life thus far. Worse still was that I recognized many of them. Quite a few of them had part time jobs in the local shops. Next time any of them served me when I went shopping, they’d know I was a eunuch!

Helen introduced each one and I went even redder as they all took turns in playing with my cock. “He’s actually consented to castration,” Helen told them. “But we’ll keep him tied down just in case he changes his mind at the last minute.” She smiled at me and produced a camcorder. “Jane here will film it for us. After all, we’ll want a record of this momentous day. It will be a bit like a wedding video. Ironic, isn’t it, since the video will be of you being castrated to stop you having sex, not of you getting married so that you can start a family!”

     “Get on with it,” Jane urged Helen. “We’re all excited at the thought of watching a guy lose his balls. It’ll be great: a real blow for the feminist cause. Finally, a guy is to be brought to heel by a girl!”

     “I just want to see a boy being deprived of his ability to fuck or masturbate,” another girl (Katie) said. “I find that such a turn-on.”

     “And I love the thought that we’re taking away his sex-life and making him useless to girls,” Alice said. “It’s so sadistic, yet so exciting!”

     “Well,” Helen laughed. “We’re turning him from a male into a sexless toy for me to torture and torment. He’ll never again experience the delights of sex with a girl. Best of all, it will stop him trying to fuck me because, once he’s been done, he won’t be fucking anything.”

     Someone produced a medical bag, and Helen set to work. First she injected me, then, while she waited for my scrotum to become numb, she suggested any of her friends who felt like it “give the condemned man a last meal by sitting on his face”. Consequently, I found myself in the bizarre situation of being naked, tied to a table, awaiting castration while licking a succession of teenage pussy. Soon, my face was soaked with pussy juice and all I could smell and taste was young cunt.

When my scrotum was numb, Helen told the girls to stop. She picked up a scalpel, and without any hesitation sliced into the scrotal sack at the base of the penis. “You’ll feel a little discomfort,” she told me. “After all, we want you to feel it when your balls are taken away from you. But it won’t be bad.”

     “How do you know how to do this?” I asked.

     “I’ve had ages to prepare,” she said. “And I’ve practiced gelding animals at the local farm. First we completely remove the scrotum and the membrane so we can get at your balls without anything getting in the way.”

     Once the scrotal sack had been peeled away, and the testicles were bared, we all gazed down at them.

“They look so defenceless without the protection of a scrotum,” one of the girls laughed. “To think: this is what gives a man his power; two little rather icky balls. And they’re so easy to take away from him and make him docile like a man should be.”

     With obvious skill and technique, Helen tied all the spermatic chords and blood vessels right at the base of the penis. “This is to prevent any loss of blood,” she explained to her friends. “Now, we simply snip the balls off and my boyfriend becomes my eunuch.”

     Despite my predicament, my penis was the hardest it has ever been, twitching, the knob itching maddeningly. The reality that I was in the process of being slowly castrated by a stunning teenager in front of a group of beautiful girls was mind-blowing. The fact that I’d fucked my castrator for the first and last time the night before only made it more intense. My girlfriend was castrating me and, rather feeling horror, I was strangely exhilarated.

Helen picked up castrating clippers and held them in place with one hand. She stuck the other under her skirt and grabbed at her crotch, desperately rubbing at her pussy. Most of the other girls had their hands in their knickers, frigging themselves. They were all very turned-on by the sight of a man about to lose his testicles forever.

Helen gazed deeply into my eyes. “I want you to consent before all these witnesses,” she said gently. “I want you to consent to castration so that everyone knows you’re willing to let me do this.”

“Do it,” I cried. “Cut my balls off and make me your eunuch!”

     “Someone jack him off,” Helen gasped as she orgasmed. “I want to castrate him as he ejaculates.”

     One of the girls seized my penis and rubbed it. It took only three seconds for me to come. A huge arc of sperm exploded through the air, splattering me all the way up to my face. It was if my penis knew it was about to lose its reasons for existence and was having one last almighty ejaculation. At the same moment, Helen neatly clipped my testicles free, castrating me and turning me from male to eunuch, and I felt a sharp twinge of pain as they were permanently severed from my body.

“Fantastic,” Helen cried, letting out a huge animal wail of orgasm. Most of the other girls also had various intensities of orgasm. Then they all applauded and cheered. I lay there, my chest heaving and heart racing. I was splattered with the last sperm I’d ever make, and the smell and taste of the girls who’d sat on my face was still strong. But now I was smelling, and tasting, “girl” for the first time as a eunuch. And all the girls were gazing at my ball-less groin, laughing, clapping and giggling at the man they’d just watched being deballed by his girlfriend.

     “I’m going to have to do that to a guy one day,” Katie commented. “God, it’s so exotic and erotic to see a guy have his balls cut off and his sex-life ended, especially by a girl!”

     The testicles were put in a jar. This was placed on my chest so that I could have a clear view of what, only a few minutes ago, had been mine but which now belonged to Helen. She began to close my wound carefully. When she had finished, she stripped her clothes off teasingly before me. Once naked, she adopted sexy poses, showing off her gorgeous body to me. “Yesterday,” she taunted me. “You had this body for the first time as a man. Now you know you’ll never have me again because you’re nothing more than a pathetic eunuch, fit only to lick a girl’s cunt, which is exactly what you’re going to do now.” She clambered on the table, straddled my head and sat on my face. She was the juiciest she’d ever been, proving to me how aroused she’d been by castrating me. I lapped at her stinking vagina obediently. “God,” she gasped, juice pouring out of her. “Cutting your balls off was a fantastically erotic experience, better than I’d dared imagine. I felt so powerful and feminine when I clipped them off. In future, when a real man who has big balls and a long thick penis is fucking me, my orgasms will be doubled in power because I’ve castrated a guy.”

     Once she had had enough, she got off me and dressed again. I was untied and made to stand before the girls while they mocked me, made sarcastic comments and giggled. “He’s still erect,” one of them laughed. “It shows he was actually turned on by his castration. But now he no longer has testicles, I doubt that penis will get erect much longer.”

     “It’s fantastic,” Alice said. “I’ve always wondered what a eunuch would look like; and now I’ve finally gotten to see one. He looks so, I dunno, so unthreatening without his balls.”

     “It looks surprisingly cute,” Katie observed. “Not what I expected at all. Pathetic, yes, but cute.”

     “The best thing is that he’s now useless to women,” Jane said. “That’s what really turns me on.”

     “Not quite useless,” Helen reminded them. “He’s always been great at cunnilingus. Now he’ll be even better because he’ll no longer be thinking of his own sexual needs.”

     “He might still feel desire,” Jane said. “But he’ll no longer be able to satisfy it. I think that’s great!”

     They all laughed.

     It wasn’t all over. There was one last indignity to be performed. I was tied down again, this time on my stomach. Heated irons were prepared and once these were red hot, Helen branded her initials into the soft flesh of my buttock cheeks. I almost screamed my head off at the terrible pain. “This is so that everyone who sees you naked will know who owns you and who gelded you,” Helen said. “They will also show that you were castrated for fun, not on medical grounds.”

     Over the next few months, my life as eunuch began. I was not allowed clothes when indoors. Helen said it was so arousing to have a naked eunuch in the house, particularly because that eunuch had been created by her, and she wanted to see the results of her handiwork at all times as well as her initials burnt into my behind. To increase my torment, she dressed even more sexily than before. Of course, I found it distressing and humiliating to be a naked eunuch in the presence of a clothed and sexy girl, especially since the girl was my castrator, but as Helen told me, my nudity meant that I couldn’t forget even for a second what I now was.

My severed testicles were expertly set in glass and Helen wears it to college as a pendant so that she can show off her trophies to the other girls. She makes me polish it regularly and I do so, gazing in wonder at the testicles I once had owned but which now belonged to my castrator. A girl at college who was studying leatherwork tanned my scrotal sack, which once held my life giving testes. Now that it is empty of balls, Helen uses it as a container for her contraceptive pills. As she says, it’s a nice way of reminding me that I am completely infertile. Even my scrotum is now a contraceptive aid.

Helen now openly took lovers, young muscular studs. At first, she didn’t bring them home, simply returned from a night out with a pussy full of spunk and sat on my face to be licked out by her eunuch. The first time I performed this service I was disgusted, humiliated but also excited; and I was amazed at the amount of thick, white sticky sperm that flowed out of her. She tasted so different, and also strangely wonderful. Within a week, I was licking her clean without complaint, though I still found it humiliating.

Soon she began to take her studs to our bed, making me watch the girl who’d castrated me being fucked by a real man. When I am in attendance while she fucks, she always wears the ball-pendent – her jewels as she calls it – and I gaze at it, my severed testicles inside the glass, nestling between her sweaty, heaving breasts with their rock-hard nipples as her lover rams his big penis into her welcoming pussy. My main tasks are to lick her to readiness before sex, dress her up sexily, and clean her up afterwards. She’s also begun to insist I clean the stud’s cock first, partly simply for the fun of my humiliation, but also to give his sperm time to begin to seep out of her in readiness for the attentions of my tongue. Recently, she’s begun to have three men at a time, one to fuck, one to suck and one to toss off over her boobs. She says she particularly likes it when a man shoots his stuff over her face and body. Also, she enjoys my humiliation when I see sperm explode from a real guy’s penis. Most of all, she says, she adores watching the man she castrated licking sperm off her tits. As for the one she sucks: once he’s ejaculated, she makes me kiss her and pokes all the sperm into my mouth, which I then obediently swallow. Her studs all seem to love performing before a eunuch, especially since they’re fucking his castrator, and they all adore it when I lap up their sperm. Her latest “thrill” is to use a double-headed dildo on my ass. She derides and mocks me as she does so, telling me how wonderful it is to sodomize the guy she castrated. She’s even thinking of getting some of her gay friends round to “do you properly” as she puts it. “We’ll have a party with all the girls. It will be wonderful to watch a eunuch who is heterosexual being buggered by and sucking off a succession of guys! Imagine how you’ll feel when a guy fills your rectum with spunk or shoots it down your throat! And once they’re through with you, we’ll stick a butt-plug in your anus so all the sperm can pool at your opening. Then we’ll make you squat, remove the plug and let the collected sperm pour into a glass. Once that’s done, you’ll drink it in front of us all.”

Her friends soon joined in on having their sperm-filled vaginas licked clean by a eunuch. Helen doesn’t mind. As she said to me: “You’re a eunuch, and there’s no point getting jealous of a eunuch, is there? Besides, I like watching you lick spunked-up pussies because I enjoy the humiliation you endure because you have no balls because of me.”

Hardly an hour in the evening passes without some girl visiting to be licked in preparation for sex or to be licked out afterwards. All the girls now use my house as a preparation-place for going on the pull, and every night I am surrounded by gorgeous college girls as they get ready, some in sexy outfits, some putting on erotic lingerie, some wandering round in just their panties, their young, bouncy breasts bare, as they dry their hair after a shower. I am always naked, often wearing the ball-pendant, attending to a young cunt, licking it to get the girl in the mood for a night on the tiles. They all taunt me, mock me and deride me, calling me “No-balls” or “Nullo” or “Gelding”. Helen simply calls me “Eunuch” now, even in public which causes the raising of many an eyebrow.

At the weekends, the house is one long orgy as their boyfriends fuck the girls while I look on enviously and clean everyone up when they’re spunky. These days, I can only get an erection when I lick sperm out of a teenager’s sticky slit or off their young tits, but I am never allowed to fuck any of the girls and there’s no point masturbating because I can no longer ejaculate. Now that word is getting around the college that Helen owns a rich, tamed eunuch, more and more girls are coming to the house with each passing day. They all say that being licked clean of sperm by a eunuch whose balls have been removed by a girl is a fantastic experience. As one of them told me: “It’s the finishing touch that turns a good bonk into a fantastic bonk.” Some of the girls are even thinking of getting their own eunuchs and are negotiating with each other to cut a younger brother. Others are dating wimpy boys in the hope of leading them to castration.

But above them all, Helen reigns supreme: the castration queen with her very own submissive eunuch.