Roger's Ruin

Roger's Ruin

by

Kortpeel

Jean and I were staying at her Aunt Madge's farm. I'd only met Aunt Madge once and that was at our wedding when it had been too hectic to do any more than greet her. Now, three years married and still no kids, we'd accepted her long-standing invitation to stay with her. Jean was showing me around the farm. She'd spent a lot of her summer holidays here in her schooldays.

Aunt Madge had a manservant, Roger, who worked inside the house and who did all the housework. Walking toward the barn I happened to remark "Odd having a manservant but Roger seems a decent enough fellow."

"Yes. I castrated him, you know. Years ago."

My astonished reaction must have been exactly what Jean was hoping for.

"You did what?"

"Me and another girl."

"How come?"

We were standing inside the barn. There was an almost church-like quality from the stillness and dimmed light.

"This is where it happened. Up in the hay loft." Jean spoke softly. There was an atmosphere in that barn.

Was Jean teasing me?. She was such a nice normal girl. Certainly not the sort who'd do anything like that.

I decided not to interrupt Jean. From the quiet way she was talking it was as if she were reliving an old memory that she'd forgotten or suppressed. Now, back in the barn once more, it had all come back to her. And this was her story.

"We were just fooling around," she went on. "We'd castrated a batch of piglets. Aunt Madge had shown me and the other girl, Kay, how to do it. Roger was there too.

Kay was about my age. We'd have been fourteen then. When all the piglets were done Aunt Madge went off. That left Kay, Roger and me. Kay was playing around with the clamp.

Kay had enjoyed doing the piglets. "Can't we try it on you, Roger."

"No bloody fear you can't."

"Not for real, silly. We'll just put the clamp on you to see what it'd be like. We won't squeeze, honest."

"Tell you what," I said. "Let's all get undressed for it. Then Roger gets to see two nude girls for the price of one."

The idea of seeing two girls nude got to Roger. At fourteen that was an offer he couldn't refuse.

We all went up into the hayloft. It was nice and private up there and comfortable too. Once we got there we were a bit shy. Kay took over. "What we'll do," she told Roger, "Jean and I will strip down to our panties. Then you undress completely and we'll take off our panties. How does that sound?"

"Okay," Roger said. "But no clamp."

Kay and I undressed. I was confident about this as my boobs were nicely developed by that stage and there was something about having a boy look at them that was kind of getting to me.

Roger treated himself to an eyeful then he stripped off completely. He had a lovely hard on too. It wasn't the first time I'd seen a boy's prick. My boyfriend back home had taught me how to wank him off. It seemed to me that Roger would probably like a wank. It would be interesting to bring off another boy's prick.

"Come on you two. Get nude then," Roger urged. We were still wearing our panties.

"Gee, what a lovely prick," Kay said. "Can I touch it?"

It was a distraction that worked. Roger's mind was instantly elsewhere. "Yeah."

Kay took his prick in both her hands and worked it a little. Then her hands went down to his balls and cupped them.

"You really are lovely down here Roger," she told him.

Roger was getting a ball massage from Kay as she knelt in front of him. He was loving it.

"How does this feel, Roger? I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Oh no."

Kay manipulated Roger into lying down on the straw. With his balls in her hands he seemed quite happy to comply.

Kay took the clamp and got it set up on Roger's right testicle cord. I could see what she was doing and to keep Roger from noticing I gave some attention to his prick. I was enjoying myself holding a different prick from my boyfriend's. It made me feel quite worldly.

Kay wanted to shift her position so that was she was lying down alongside Roger. The snag was she wanted to do it without letting go of the clamp she had set up on his right testicle. In moving she slipped and accidentally squeezed the clamp.

Roger made a sharp intake of breath and jerked. That knocked Kay even further off balance but she didn't let go of the clamp. To help take Roger's mind off things I started to wank him. Kay recovered her balance still holding fast to the clamp.

I guessed that Roger didn't know what was happening to him except that whatever it was he was enjoying it. Kay removed the clamp and hid it under the straw. Then she removed my hand from Roger's prick and put her mouth over it. That was a new one for me at the time. I'd never heard of a mouth wank before. I don't think Roger had either. He gasped "Oh yes!" and I could see his prick pulsing as he came into Kay's mouth. I watched to see what would happen. She swallowed it all.

I would have like to try that mouth technique but I knew even then that boys need a recovery period after coming. Roger just lay there getting his breath back. I wondered if he knew he'd had his right testicle severed. He didn't seem to. Or if he did it wasn't bothering him. Probably he didn't know.

"Wow! Thank you Kay and Jean. That was the most fantastic thing." Roger was suitably grateful for what we'd done to him.

We both kissed him, gave his softened prick a squeeze, got our clothes back on and left him there.

"We never even got to take our knickers off," I remarked as we walked back to the house.

"Never mind, there'll be another time. He's still got one ball left."

We both giggled.

My wife had been looking up at the hayloft as she told her story. She went quiet for a long while. I was looking at her. I'd never known her talk like that before. It was totally out of character for her.

She looked at me. It must have occurred to her that she'd been telling me things that should never have been said. "Have I shocked you, Tim."

"Astonished me more like, darling. I had absolutely no idea."

"Do you know, even though I was there, it's hard to believe it really happened."

"Did it really happen? Or is it just a fantasy?" I asked her, giving her a reassuring cuddle.

"It happened. Just like I said."

"What panties were you wearing at the time?"

"Pale blue cotton briefs what sort of a question is that?" She really did say it all in one breath. "God but you are the most disgusting pervert. I've just told you my deepest darkest secret and all you can ask..." She looked at me. "Really I ought to clamp your balls too. I would except that I need them to get pregnant."

"I'm jealous that you let Roger see you in just panties when you were fourteen. I had to wait until you were twenty."

Jane seemed to like me being jealous, even though she knew I was just ribbing her. "Well, It's your own fault. If you'd been around at the time you could have. It might have cost you though."

"How much?"

"Your balls, silly. Just as well you weren't there."

We strolled back to the house. Roger had prepared a meal and laid the table with five place settings.

"We've got company," Aunt Madge told us. "Meet Kay, Roger's wife. We're all going to eat together."

Kay was an attractive, pleasant woman about 25, Jean's age. Was this the same Kay that Jean had just been telling me about? If so what the heck was going on here? I was doing my best not to let puzzlement and surprise show on my face but Kay was giving me a knowing smile. After polite greetings I was relieved to disappear for a while to wash and pee.

It was a lovely meal. Roger had cooked it and he'd done a great job. He enjoyed the compliments his cooking earned him. Kay looked so proud of him too.

During the meal Kay had talked about her two kids, as mothers are wont to do. Jean had lapped it all up. We'd only recently got our finances straight enough to think about starting our family.

We'd just got into bed, full-up after Roger's meal. We'd both had too much to eat and drink. "So you and Kay didn't really castrate Roger. He still had one ball left."

"That's the thing," Jean said. "It was a week or so later when the three of us were together again. There was a small lake that we could swim in. It was a beautiful hot day and we all felt like a dip."

"Somehow the idea came up that we all swim nude. We talked Roger into it. We girls kept out panties on but Roger was nude. He didn't seem to mind. I think he was getting used to it."

"Afterwards we sat around to dry off. Kay started playing with Roger's prick and when he was nicely turned on she got on to his balls. She gave an exploratory squeeze to his right ball. He didn't react."

"Doesn't that hurt, Rog?" Kay asked him.

"No. It's gone numb. I think you did something to it in the barn the other day. I know you put that clamp on me."

"Oh dear. Let me see." Kay now had the excuse for an intimate examination of Roger's balls. "Hmm yes. It's getting smaller too. It must have accidentally got clamped when I slipped." She paused, thinking about it as if she were facing a serious problem. "It's eventually going to disappear altogether. Come and look Jean. What do you think?"

Of course, for Roger, having two girls examining his cluster was the biggest turn on ever. Kay held his prick out of the way so that I could examine his balls.

"Yes. It is shrinking. It's disappearing." I turned to Kay. "This is going to leave him dreadfully lopsided."

Kay contrived to look concerned, as if lopsidedness were a serious problem. "We can't let him go through life lopsided can we?"

"You think we should clamp the other one to balance him?"

"No ways," Roger said. We both ignored him.

Kay nodded. "I think so. That would be the best thing to do."

"No it wouldn't." Again we ignored Roger.

Kay was gently massaging Roger's still good left ball. "Yes. I'm sure we should, Jean. It was our mistake after all. We should do the right thing and balance him up."

She stood up. "Let's get dressed and go back to the barn."

I stood up too. Kay and I slipped our clothes back on. Roger got up but just stood there. "No. Look I don't want the other one done."

"Roger, it's for your own good." Kay picked up Roger's clothes. "Come on. You know you'll enjoy it."

She took Roger's hand and led him, still completely nude, back to the farm. I followed wondering just what on earth we were up to. Kay knew the farm routine and knew that there wouldn't be anyone around. Even so she was taking a chance. What if someone should see us? Was she really going to clamp his left ball? I wasn't too sure of the physiology but surely Roger needed that one ball? Without that he wouldn't... Well, he wouldn't make a good husband one day!

Kay was talking to Roger and I got closer so that I could hear what she was saying.

"Stop being a baby, Roger. You know it doesn't hurt."

"That's not it. I want to keep my ball."

"No you don't. It's going to look so stupid with just one ball hanging down. And I'm not going to let you look stupid."

"I need that ball. Without that I can't--"

"Of course you don't need it. And in any case I'll still love you without it. It's much better we do it and at least you'll look balanced. Besides, you enjoyed it when the other one got clamped, didn't you?"

"Well yes but--"

"There you are then. You'll enjoy this too. I promise you."

I backed off. Kay was so set on taking off Roger's last ball. The way he was letting her talk him into it, it was almost as if he were enjoying it. Oddly, although Roger didn't seem to be bothered about walking around totally nude, and with two girls too, he still had a good erection.

In the barn we climbed up into the hayloft. Roger seemed nervous and he was trembling. He allowed Kay to lay him down on the straw and watched as she undressed. This time she did take off her panties and she squatted over Roger so that he could touch her there. Kay too seemed nervous and I saw why. She lay down beside Roger and, as she gently worked his prick, she whispered something in his ear.

Roger got on her and I could only watch as he went into her. He had some trouble to begin with; this was Kay's first time but he made it and he sank all the way in. Watching I desperately wanted some of that too. I got undressed, knickers and all. Suddenly Roger pulled out. There was a look of concentration on his face but he managed to hold back on his ejaculation.

"This time Jean's going to clamp you and I'm going to bring you off," Kay told him.

That was news to both of us. My main concern was to do it properly. A piglet is one thing and, I guess, a boy is something else. Then again...

"Now lie down and get comfortable so that we can finish you off."

I was surprised at how compliant Roger was. He was taking instruction from Kay so obediently. He looked nervous though and that certainly wasn't at the prospect of Kay bringing him off.

"You sure about this Kay? You really want me without any balls?" I got the impression that Roger was making a last ditch plea.

"You know it's the best thing for both of us. This is the last one. After this you'll be mine for ever." She was speaking softly and gently to him, lovingly even. Kay had something going on here that I didn't understand.

Roger nodded in what looked like reluctant acceptance. Kay indicated for me to attach the clamp. As I did so I saw that Roger's erection was at full stand.

The clamp was on. I held it just tight enough for it not to move off the cord.

"Tell us when, my darling." She truly loves him, I realised. So why...?

Kay began pumping Roger's prick. She was kneeling alongside of him, her still-growing boobs swinging over him as she worked. I was getting nervous. Would I really be able to close the clamp when the time came? How would I feel about myself after this for cutting off a boy's balls?

"Now!"

The clamp was closed tight before I even had time to think. I surprised myself but I kept the pressure on. What have I done? I wondered.

Was Roger's come slightly tinged with pink? It had been a powerful series of squirts, all over his stomach and chest. I realised too that I'd got so turned on by all this that my own juices were dribbling forth from down there. I didn't even think to get embarrassed about it.

Kay cleaned him up with her panties. She left them off when she got dressed. I was glad to put mine back on and hide the leakage. We left Roger there.

"Well, that's that," Kay said as we walked away from the barn.

"Okay, now level with me. What was that all about?"

Kay looked at me as if she were surprised that I didn't know what had been going on. "I love him and one day I'm going to marry him," she said. There was a mix of sincerity and determination in her voice.

"So why...?"

"Why did I cut off his balls? For one thing he takes after his father."

"Oh?"

Kay paused as if it were important to her that I understood. "His dad was a charming philanderer. He gave Roger's mother hell before he finally left her. Roger looked like he was going to be the same so I had to stop that."

"Yeah but even so, Kay--"

"Yes, I know. But there's another more important reason too. Roger's an epileptic who doesn't respond to treatment. We're hoping it'll get better as he gets older. But it's hereditary and he shouldn't have kids."

That made a bit more sense. "So taking all in all and bearing in mind that I want him, this is all for the best."

I understood the thinking. It even made a kind of sense. "What about kids? He won't be able to give you any?"

"I'll worry about that when the time comes. I don't see it as all that much of a problem. It seems to me that any man alive is quite happy to pump out as much seed as he can, whenever he can. It's the cheapest commodity on Earth. Besides you don't need much of it."

I envied Kay. Knowing at fourteen the boy that you're going to marry takes a lot of uncertainty out of life. "You could change your mind about him."

Kay shook her head. "I won't. My mom married her childhood sweetheart too. It's still working well for her."

Jean finished her account and looked at me. She was sitting up in bed and I'd been quietly admiring her boobs as she been talking.

"So there you are Tim. Kay did marry her childhood sweetheart. They've got two kids and a happy marriage. What more could anyone want?"

"I'm glad you're story has a happy ending," I said to Jean.

"So am I. Now it's our turn. I want you to come inside me. There are two eggs waiting for your seed."

"Thank you darling." A thought occurred to me. "Tell me Jean, clamping off Roger's last ball - was that a turn on for you?"

"I'm not really sure. I need to do another man to check my feelings. But don't worry, Tim. I won't do you."

"Thank you darling," I murmured as I slid into her.

"At least, not before I've had two of your children." Of course she was just joking. Odd though, how ready and moist she was.

End