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Bill was an office manager who loved gawping at the women working in his office. His latest victim was Ruth, his new secretary. She was 6 feet tall, while Bill was only 5 feet six. She was powerfully built, while he was slight. She had short, raven black hair, smallish breasts and a huge arse. Bill loved to get her to photocopy, and then he'd ogle her arse as she bent over the low placed copier.
One evening the two of them were alone in the office. Bill had asked Ruth to find something in a pile of papers on his floor. As she bent over, he ogled her arse.She turned round and caught him. A quick look which took in not just his leering eyes but also his throbbing hard-on. "I knew it!" she said triumphantly. "You find me a turn-on!!" "Y-y-yes," Bill mumbled. "Want to do something kinky?" asked Ruth. "O-O-O-kay, if you really want to!!" said Bill. "Here, same time tomorrow," said Ruth, who then walked off without being dismissed. Next evening, they were alone in the office again. Ruth came in with a huge bag.Bill was sat at his desk. Ruth advanced on him, and slowly stripped him naked. She then bent him over his desk. Bill wasn't into domination, but he couldn't resist Ruth. She then stripped, revealing her Wagnerian figure, and a clean shaven mound. She reached into her bag and took out a PVC basque and fishnet tights. Then she took out a large whip. "Do you want some??" she asked seductively. Bill could not resist her charms. It'd only be a few smacks, he thought. "Y-y-es," he said reluctantly. Ruth then started flogging his arse, raining down blows. He howled, but she ignored him. He thought it'd end quickly, but ten minutes later she was still thrashing his bare arse, and the blood had started flowing. His huge hard cock pressed against the table. "I can go on for another ten minutes," said Ruth between strokes,"or just give you a few seconds of ball torture. What's it to be??" Bill paused. Ruth punished him by doubling the force and number of the blows. "Okay!!" he screamed."I want ball torture!!" "You want ball torture WHAT?" snapped Ruth, thrashing him more severely. "I want ball torture PLEASE!!" wailed Bill. Ruth thrust a form before Bill, with a pen. "Sign," she said. He did, not even looking, he was in such pain. Putting the form and whip down, Ruth took some cuffs and twine from her bag. She cuffed him, and tied his feet together, tying him to his chair with legs wide apart. She then took a cutthroat razor from the bag. "I want you to understand so that you don't start begging. My mind is made up and nothing will make me change it. I am going to castrate you," she said. As Bill started to beg, Ruth stepped over to him and gagged him by shoving his shitty Y-fronts in his mouth, and then tying his smelly sock round his neck, with a knot under his tongue. As he whimpered, she said " I went through this charade to stop you staring at my arse. I knew that to stop you I'd have to reduce your sex drive, which can only be done by castration." Ruth produced a bottle of water and a cake of soap. She soaped his groin, giving him a huge hard on, with precum streaming down. Then she shaved him. She sliced his scrotum open, cutting along the line in the middle of the scrotum. She tucked the skin back, leaving the purple-black testicles, big as kiwi fruit, hanging from their cords. "Say goodbye to them!!" she snapped curtly. Bill burst into tears. "Wimp!!" she said,pulling on his balls. With a quick slash she cut off his testicles. She then brandished them in his face. Pulling a camera from her bag, she took several pictures of him. In some of them, she'd set the camera on a timer, and showed her hand waving the severed balls in his face. She untied him, slapping his face repeatedly to stop him crying. "I've already processed four weeks of leave for you," she said, "so you can recover from the flogging and the castration." "What about.." "Your balls??" asked Ruth. " You'll see. Anyway, don't worry. As long as you behave, I'll not tell anyone I've castrated you." When Bill returned, his sex drive was gone. His erections were forever gone, and he never felt like ogling women. And Ruth....he noticed that she was wearing terdrop earrings which the other girls admired. They were the size of Kiwi fruit, and slighly uneven. She'd had his balls gilded, and mounted as earrings!! "My jeweller mate is a dyke. She makes castrated mens' balls into earrings in return for a free fuck," Ruth said, in the privacy of the office. From then on, Bill had to approve all her pay rises, special leave, and so on, as payment for her to stay quiet. One day Ruth came into the office with earrings unmistakeably made of human balls. "But those aren't mine..." "..no," said Ruth. "The orgasm I got when I flogged and then castrated you was so great..better than anything I've ever had. So I thrashed my boyfriend, got him to consent to ball torture, and castrated him. These are HIS balls." Every month or so, she would show Bill another set of balls.On one level, Bill felt for the other eunuchs. On another, he was relieved that he wasn't the only guy in the city who'd had his balls cut off by Ruth.
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