I'd known Katie since I first entered school. She was two grades ahead of me, but three years older, which seemed weird since she wasn't held back or anything. She was always just there really. We would talk on occasion, play after school since our moms were both teachers, and we were sort of "closet" friends. During the day she wouldn't even speak to me.

But things had changed.

When I was ten years old, we started talking more, and playing together more, only this time it wasn't all innocent playing. No, I'm not talking sexually. Looking back, she was thirteen and probably sexually active, whereas I wasn't. It was probably exciting for her having a younger boy who wouldn't try to fuck her or whatever. Those days were fun, but as we grew older we grew closer until she was like a sister to me.

Anyway, on my sixteenth birthday, it was an excellent surprise to get to stay at her house for the night, considering we'd rarely done that, and even more what happened at about midnight...

Seeing Katie walk out in front of me as I lay in the bed in barely anything... Usually, she would be like your overly typical sexy schoolgirl. But that's just sort of how she was. Skirt, blouse, knee high socks, typical black shoes... That was her causal wear!

When she walked out in front of my bed, I didn't see my nineteen year old best friend, I saw a sexy woman. My instincts took over, and as you can imagine I became hard as a rock. Since I sleep nude -- her place being no exception -- the bed sheets rose up with my cock. She chuckled a little, having never seen this happen. I sort of blushed and watched her as she danced sort of like those dancers in movies based upon middle east of old. It was very seductive. It was as if she was trying to seduce me... If she was, she had me long ago, hook, line, and sinker.

Then she spoke; "well...?", she said gazing at me with sort of a disappointed sigh. I didn't know what to say so I asked, "what is this about?". She started walking towards me, having a serious look in her eyes,

She was right next to me when I suddenly was in shock from a furious slap to the face, and she simply stated that I... "get out of bed, now."

I started to stutter, "but I'm n- not wearing any clothes!"

I felt another harsh slap across my face as she now shouted "I SAID GET THE FUCK UP!"

Not wanting to be slapped a third time, I stood up at eye level with her. She wasn't tall, I was just sort of short. I suppose we were both about 5'6 at that time...

She then questioned, "what the fuck are you doing? Get on your knees!"

I was sort of thinking she was going to assassinate me or something! I was scared to death, so I kneeled down to my knees, not wanting to disappoint. I looked up and sort of saw pain in her eyes. She had these lovely brown eyes that matched her brownish black hair. Both complimented her skin tone, which was brownish, since her family originated from Brazil.

Whenever something was wrong with Katie, you could tell by her eyes alone.

"What's the matter, Kat?", I inquired. Kat was sort of my pet name for her, though she seemed to dislike it a lot. It was something that annoyed her, oddly, because she hates cats.

What happened next was unexpected: her troubled brown eyes looked me in mine, and I saw her leg draw back... Then it was just black.

When I woke up, I was chained to the bed with handcuffs and... well... chains. I knew I'd been hit in the nuts because they were sore and my face and stomach were fine. I had been outed by a kick to the nuts.

As my vision came back, I saw her. I also saw there was a wheeled table next to the bed with all kinds of instruments on it. I'm sweaty at this point, wondering if she's going to cut me open and take out my guts or something. We always watched those bad horror movies, so it was more likely than I was willing to admit!

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a "mmph." She'd put something in my mouth. It was rubberish, and tasted sort of bad. Then, those troubled eyes noticed I was awake. She looked down at me, and said...

"I love you."

My eyes widened. I was confused by this. If she loved me, why was she so abusive, forceful earlier? Why did she kick me in the nuts? Why am I TIED TO A BED?

She continued, "there has.. never been someone like you in my life..."

Is this the prelude to a murder? Some sick joke?

"I remember when you were younger, before you became sexual. We could play in your pool and just have fun. Ever since you hit thirteen, you've been getting erections that I could see, and things aren't the same anymore."

What is this, the breakup from hell? We're not even dating!

"So I'm going to... um... these...", she held up my balls in her hand and continued, "I'm going to take them. I'm going to cut them off. Then once they're gone, I can be your girlfriend and... we... we won't have to worry about sex, right? You'll be mine forever..."

This was worse than death, this was worse than being cut open and having guts ripped out! I had prided myself on never crying, but after she said that, my eyes filled with water and broke loose.

"Don't be sad, please. Don't.", she said.

"There's nothing you can do to change my mind. I meant it when I said I love you... I want what is best, and I think... well... my sister says that after she castrated her husband he was a better man... I think you will be too..." *squeezes balls tight*

I couldn't believe it. Was I really hearing this?

"one day, I want us to get married, but I don't want kids. From dancing around for you tonight, I know that I don't want... I don't want to be used for sex. So I'm doing this for you -- for us."

With that, she picked up a scalpel and made a single incision down the center of my sac. I wasn't feeling any pain... or anything. Then I realized she had banded my balls several times, and they had already numbed. Who knew how long they'd been in the bands, maybe they were already dead.

She then pulled my right testicle out, stretched it out far... and took a pair of scissors... Snip. She took the severed testicle and laid it on my chest so I could give it a look. Then, she grabbed it and put it in a jar full of some watery stuff.

Next, she pulled the left one out. I was watching in awe as my manhood was about to be taken away... She paused for a second after putting the scissors up to them.

"marry me." she said, and then snipped the other testicle. Throwing it in the jar, I wondered what would become of me.

She put a needle in my arm, and said... "this will help you rest. When you wake up, you'll feel good as ever... but it also kills what sex drive you have left. So um... when you wake up, you'll be my old friend again... and I'm serious about marrying you. I love you, good night..."

With that, everything went black...

"I love you" echoed as the lights went out, wondering how this could be love. I guess I'd find out later...