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It was my freshman year in college. I met Justine at a disco. We got to talking, and she mentioned that she had a fantasy about castrating men. "As long as it's just a fantasy," I said. "Oh no," she said laughing, "I bet you $100.00 that I can get you to beg me to castrate you. And you'll thank me afterwards!" "You're kidding!" I replied. "But you're on!"
We danced, drank, and took drugs. I couldn't remember what we'd agree. Then Justine invited me to her room. Her roommate wasn't there. We stripped off, my huge cock and egg-sized balls ready for action. Justine's tits were small and pert, and her mound wet and sticky. "I like bondage," she said. " I don't mid" I said. She bound me hand and foot. Then she sucked my cock till I was almost at the point of orgasm. At the last moment she mounted me, and I came convulsively. She went down on me again. Now I felt something metallic surrounding my scrotum. Suddenly she stood up, and I could see that she was holding a long wire, tied in a loop around my scrotum. "What are you doing....." I tried to ask, but she quickly gagged me with my shitty underpants. Then she dashed to the windowsill and tied the wire to the windowframe, pulling it higher and higher till I was hanging by my balls. "You're going to hang for half an hour, I think, until your balls come away from you, and you're left on the ground with them hanging in the air." said Justine. "There's no way out, you will leave this room castrated.The only way you will be spared thirty minutes of agony is if I cut your balls off with this-" she produced a pair of scissors. "These are the scissors from the sewing kit my dad gave me when he said I wasn't to go to college, I was to stay home and sew.I've castrated five guys with them already. One day, I'll get to castrate my dad himself. Then I'll stop." I begged for mercy, gabbling incoherently into the gag. "What.....you want to hang there for thirty minutes till your balls are ripped off?" asked Justine."Gugg mg bggs bbb!" I said. Justine triumphantly took the gag out. "What did you say?" she asked "Cut my balls off," I gasped. Justine picked up a tape recorder and snapped it on. I was in such pain I didn't care. " Are you under duress ?" she asked, recording."No..." I gasped. "Then say what you just said!!" she said. "Cut my balls off.........." "LOUDER!" "CUT MY BALLS OFF!!" Justine put the taperecorder off, and replaced my gag. Then she took up the scissors, and snipped my scrotum open,along the line in the middle. My big purple balls were now sticking out. Justine looked up at me with a look of triumph mixed with pity. then she cut off my testicles, one by one. The noose pulled shut and I fell to the ground. My erect dick shrivelled at once. Quick as a flash, Justine encircled it with the scissor blades. "Say thank you or I'll cut it off!" she hissed. She put the tape recorder on agian, and held it to my mouth. "Thank you," I said."For what??" she asked "Thank you for cutting my balls off!" I said. She promised not to tell anyone,but the next day the story of how I'd begged a girl to castrate me and then thanked her profusely afterwards was all over the campus. People were using my "CUT MY BALLS OFF!" line as a screensaver on their computers. And I had to find $100.00 to give her.........
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