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It was an exciting day for psychiatrist Dr. Nina Drake. It was the first meeting of a new support group she just started. Nine men signed up, all of whom have been forcibly castrated. Nina was determined to help them get their lives back on track and was going to do that by showing them that there are others out there just like them thus providing them with a strong support system. Most of these men went into isolation since their castrations and the young doctor knew that they could not reclaim their lives like that.

Evening came and all nine men arrived in time. They sat down on the chairs Nina organized in a nice circle before the event. Once they were all seated she joined them as well. Some of them were nervous, sweating or fidgeting with their fingers, while others seemed calm if not slightly indifferent. Nina had no idea how her presence will affect them. For many of them this was the first time they were in the company of a young, attractive woman. And she knew very well that she was attractive. With her red, wavy, shoulder length hair, green eyes and petite body she was the dream of many men and women. But this was different. Her looks would be of little importance in a therapy session but given the situation these men were in she couldn't help but wonder if it had any positive or negative effect on them.

"Hi Everyone, welcome to our first session. My name is Dr. Nina Drake. During this first session will get to know each other. Just remember, you can always leave if you are getting uncomfortable. But I also hope that you will all stay and share your stories with me and each other. My job here will be to assist you in your journey towards a better life."

"And how is that possible, Doctor?" asked one of the men "We all got our balls taken from us. I want to get better but this is the seventh time I try to get any kind of help and nothing worked." He seemed to be on the verge of crying as he finished his sentence.

"That's why we are here. To figure this out. There is no universal answer, we will see who you are as individuals and start from there. And in order to see that, I would like all of you to tell me your stories. First, a few things about yourselves. Anything that you would like to share. And after that, the story of what happened to you. You will find out that what happened to you is not something that you should be ashamed of. Does that sound okay to you?" Everyone nodded, some half-heartedly, some more enthusiastically. "Good. But there is one important thing. When you tell us your stories I want you to relive it. Don't tell it as a story, tell it as if you were right there again. This is important as it will help you to start coming to terms with your situation and work towards a solution. So, if you are ready we should start with John." And with that she signaled to the man on her left to start.

Part 2 - John

The man to Nina's left was a slightly overweight man. Not obese just a little pudgy. He was white, had short brown hair, was clean-shaven and his whole appearance gave the impression of a well-adjusted man. He was dressed elegantly as well. You never would have known that he was a victim of such a despicable crime.

"Hi, my name is John. I am 30 years old and I am a software engineer. I live with my ex-girlfriend, Maya and her boyfriend, Marcus." This revelation clearly had some effect on the others, even Nina was visibly surprised. "My story happened 4 years ago and...and this is how it went." He sighed, closed his eyes and started to imagine himself as the man he was 4 years before.

"I get home one day after work. My girlfriend is usually at home but it seems like the apartment is empty. Maybe she went out, maybe she's sleeping. I don't bother to check as I'm tired so I just go in the living room to rest on the couch. After a few minutes I hear noises from the hallway. A door opening, something rustling and steps. Suddenly, my girlfriend enters the living room followed by a large black man. They are both naked. I'm shocked but still notice that the guy has a huge dick hanging between his legs - easily 8 inches. I'm visibly confused so Maya starts talking.

She tells me that this is her new boyfriend, Marcus and from now on he is living with us. I have no idea how to react to it. I ask her what does she mean by this. Are we breaking up? Why did she say he'll be living with us? Am I supposed to keep living with them? She tells me that she still likes me and wants me to stay. She just doesn't want me as a boyfriend anymore as all I do is keep pestering her for sex. My cock is too small, however - only 3 inches when fully hard - so I can't satisfy her, but she still cares about me as a person. Plus they also need my income and someone to do chores around the apartment. I look at them in disbelief. I ask them if they noticed how crazy this idea is. Do they expect me to assist my girlfriend's new relationship by earning all the money and doing all the housework so they can fuck each other all day? And just awkwardly jerk off or bring back girls here where we all live together like a fucked up family? How did they think I'm going to agree to this? Maya just smiles and tells me they have a solution.

She tells me that they know how we will make this work. They will make sure that I will be obedient and passive and not having sex with her also won't be an issue. In fact, I won't be jerking off or bringing back girls either. They are going to castrate me. I have no idea what to say but I am getting worried. I'm not sure if she is joking but I definitely don't feel safe around them. She tells me to just sit there and relax and that it will be over quickly. Also, it is already decided. They talked this over with Marcus and I will be neutered whether I want it or not. Once it is done I will lose all my aggression and sexual urges. I look at Marcus as Maya speaks and he just grins at me without saying a word. When she's finished she leaves the room and tells me to stay where I am.

I realize that this might be my chance to get out of here quickly. I jump up and make a run for the main entrance. I find it closed, however, and my keys are not in the lock. I know I left them here, these crazy people must have taken them. It's too late to come with anything else, though. I feel Marcus grab me from behind and drag me into the bedroom. I try to fight him but he just slaps me and tells me to shut the fuck up. When we are in the bedroom he rips off my clothes and once I am naked he pins me to the bed by pulling my arms over my head and kneeling on them. His large cock is dangling in my face. Maya then enters the room with a burdizzo in her hand. She forces my legs open then kneels on them rendering me immobile. She tells me not to worry and that we should just get it over with as soon as possible. Marcus puts a hand on my mouth and my girlfriend puts my left nut in her device. She doesn't waste a minute and quickly closes it. It hurts like hell and there is an audible crack. Then she does it with the other testicle and within a minute I am fully castrated. After 4 years I still live with them. My cock shrank a little and I don't have erections anymore. I haven't cum since my castration. Nowadays I work a lot to earn more money and do all the chores as well. Sometimes I also must clean Maya's pussy after they had sex sex or even suck Marcus's cock."

The others in the circle were listening closely. Nina was visibly shaken as were some of the others. After a few moments she finally began to talk.

"Thank you, John, for sharing your story. As you will see very soon, you are not alone and should not feel embarrassed about this."

"Thank you, Dr. Drake."

"Shall we continue then?" asked Nina as she gestured towards the next man.

Part 3 - Josh

He was a nerdy looking guy, chubby and a bit unkempt. He was clearly much younger than John.

"Hi, my name is Josh. I am 22 and this happened a year ago."

"Anything personal you would like to add?"

"Oh, right. I have a boring job and I love movies."

"Thank you. I believe we are ready to hear your story. You can begin if you are as well."

Josh sighed, closed his eyes and started to recount his memories.

"I arrive at the doctor's office for an appointment I made a few days before. I've been feeling more and more nauseous and dizzy lately and want to know why. After a short 5-minute wait I am called into the examination room. Dr. Richards is an older man in his sixties, very experienced, he'll surely know what my problem could be. I tell him about the symptoms I've been having and he makes notes of them. He then asks me to take off all my clothes as he would like to do a thorough examination. I get fully naked and hop on the examination table. As the doctor sees me naked he seems to nod and smile knowingly for a moment but when I ask about it he just says that while he has a suspicion already, he wants to make sure he's right before we start the treatment.

Dr. Richards checks various parts of my body, including my genitals. I'm not sure why but I trust him so I don't ask questions. He, on the other hand, starts inquiring. He wants to know what my job is or if I play any sports competitively. I tell him that I have a low-paying job that isn't stressful at all and that I'm not an athletic or competitive person. He then asks about my sex life to which I reply that I am a virgin. Next he wants to know if I masturbate and if yes how often. I tell him I do it about twice every day. Lastly he asks if I happen to experience erections very often to which I reply that my penis is hard almost all the time. He nods and takes a few notes again. He then tells me that he knows what the problem is and we must start the treatment right away.

Dr. Richards calls for the nurse and a beautiful young woman in her early twenties enters the room. She is slim, has light brown skin, brown eyes and long brown hair. Dr. Richards motions to me to slide down so that my legs are hanging down from the front side of the table. Then in unison they tie down my limbs so that I am unable to move. I try to ask what's going on, but the nurse gags my mouth. The doctor tells me not to worry as it is part of the procedure. Then something happens that I never thought could happen. The nurse removes her uniform revealing her naked body with only a pair of white stockings covering her legs. She is the first naked woman I've seen in person. My virgin cock gets hard instantly. She sits beside me on the table and starts to gently stroke my penis. This is the first time a woman has touched my 3 inch cock in my entire life and it feels amazing. This makes me more relaxed as this is turning out to be a really nice kind of treatment. It takes about two minutes for me to cum. It is a weak stream of something that resembles water more than sperm. The nurse then gets a paper towel and cleans me up.

The doctor meanwhile pulls up a stool and places it between my legs. He also rolls over a cart full of medical equipment that I can't really see. The nurse, still naked, sits beside me again, looks me in the eye and starts caressing my arm and chest. She gives me a smile and tells me to stay calm and trust Dr. Richards. She does all of this in a very comforting manner. The doctor suddenly injects my groin with something and tells me it's just local anesthetic, necessary for the procedure. Despite his and the nurse's best efforts I start to get scared again. What kind of procedure is he talking about? As if he knew what I was thinking he starts to gently caress my balls and then starts to speak. He tells me that the problem with me is that I'm too stressed and it causes all my physical symptoms. And the reason for that is that I am simply not fit to be a man. I have no motivation, no competitive spirit and no ambitions. My penis is small and my cum is weak. I have no lasting power either. However, as I have all these sexual urges, I am constantly stressed because my lack of manliness. This makes me anxious and frustrated.

I still have no idea what he means, but he continues. He says that he will now release me from all the temptation and I will be much more relaxed in no time. Then I realize that I can't feel his hand on my balls anymore even though I can see that he's still fondling them. He then reveals what the procedure is. He is now going to remove my balls and that will help me live a better life. I'm really scared at this point but there is nothing I can do. I want to run away but I'm tied down in a position that prevents almost any movement. The nurse keeps caressing me and tells me in a gentle voice to relax and that everything is going to be OK. Then I see the doctor cutting into my sack with a scalpel, taking out my right testicle and cutting the cord with a pair of surgical scissors. I start to cry as he repeats this with the left one. With a second snip I am now castrated. He stitches me up and with that the treatment is over. After a few weeks my wounds are healed and I never get hard ever again. I don't look at girls anymore and have no interest in sex. I am happy with my life and don't stress about not being manly enough."

Nina could not believe her own ears. She needed a few moments to compose herself after Josh's story. After a few seconds she cleared her throat and started to speak.

"Thank you, Josh. I understand this must have been a traumatic experience for you."

"Well, at least my symptoms are gone."

It was hard to decide if Josh sounded more sarcastic or sad. Nina gave an awkward smile and then asked the third man to take his turn.

Part 4 - Nate

Next was the man who asked the question at the beginning. He was a young man who seemed to be completely broken. His face was emotionless and he looked like someone who simply doesn't care. Nonetheless, it was easy to notice that he was or at least used to be a handsome guy. Probably had no trouble picking up girls.

"My name is Nate and I am 23."

"Don't you want to say a few things about yourself, Nate? We'd like to get to know you" said Nina.

"Thanks, but I don't even know who I am anymore. I used to love girls and sex. That was an important part of my life. So maybe another time I can tell you who I am now. I'd like to get to my story, please." Nina just nodded and Nate began.

"The first thing I remember is waking up in a strange room. I don't recognize it and have no idea how I got there. My head feels groggy and I feel a little sick. I try to get up but that's when I realize I am tied to a table. And to my surprise and horror I'm fully naked. What happened to me? I start screaming for help and a few moments later four young black women enter the room. They are all about 20 years old, but definitely college-aged. Also, they are all naked as well. Their bodies look amazing. So tight and shapely. Their skin seems flawless. Such a beautiful sight. Their facial expressions are serious though. Doesn't look like they are planning to have fun with me so I start to wonder why we are all naked here. That's when I suddenly recognize one of them. I was in a bar talking to this girl trying to get into her panties when suddenly everything want dark, right before I woke up here. I am so confused. I turn towards her and blurt out the obvious questions:

"Where am I? What is going on?"

"Shut up white pig!" her voice is stern, almost feels disgusted. "We brought you here to make sure you are put in your place. You white boys think you own the world and that you should be treated like kings. Pathetic. Just look how small your dick is compared to a black man's. It is so useless. And to think you wanted to fuck me with that. That takes some serious balls." the other three start to giggle. I still don't know what is going on but I am getting angry at this point. I yell at her to let me go right now.

"Oh, we'll let you go just fine, but we're not done with you yet. You see, what we do on Friday nights is that we take turns picking up white boys, roofie them, bring them back here and then finally" she looks at the others and smiles "we castrate them."

"WHAT?!"

"Yes, you heard that right you piece of shit. We believe that all white boys should be neutered. But we'll play with you first. It's a Friday night after all. We need our fun time."

Suddenly one of them gags my mouth with what feels and smells like a pair of panties. For the next few hours they keep teasing me. They fondle my cock and balls, rub their sexy bodies on mine and also grope and make out with each other. I'm not sure if the last one is turning me or them on more. They also comment on my throbbing cock and ask me if I would like to cum one last time as I will never have another orgasm in my life. They also laugh at my size - my cock is a good 6 inches by the way - and tell me that I will never be able to have sex anymore. They then add that this will benefit every woman and that only black men should be able to fuck and reproduce. All in all they seem to be having their fun as I am both aroused and scared but more importantly helpless. After a few hours of teasing and humiliating me, they suddenly stop.

"It's time." says the girl who brought me here. She goes to a counter at the side of the room, lights a gas burner, takes out a knife and starts to heat it up. I watch in horror as the realization hits me that they are actually going to go through with their plan. Once she is satisfied with the look of her knife she stops the heating, walks up to me and without hesitation cuts off my nuts at the base of my sack. As she triumphantly holds up my severed ball bag I pass out. I wake up some time later in an alley outside the bar where we first met. I reach into my pants to check my balls but I only find a bandaged wound where they used to be."

His story once again had a visible effect. This time nobody tried to conceal their dismay.

"Thank you, Nate." At this point Nina felt that this might have been a bad idea. Maybe she wasn't ready to deal with all of this. All sorts of mixed feelings finding their way into hear head. But she couldn't send the men home. She wanted to help so she let the next guy know that he can start.

Part 5 - Kevin

The fourth man was tall and lanky with pale skin, spiky brown hair and thick glasses. He generally gave the impression of a person who rarely goes outside.

"Hi, I am Kevin, 25 years old and work at an accounting firm. My story happened 2 years ago. I feel like it is my fault but I was in a very difficult situation."

"It's okay, Kevin. No one is going to judge you. You can safely tell your story here."

"Thank you, Dr. Drake. Well, here it goes then. I am at work on a Tuesday morning, trying hard to concentrate on the sheets and charts on my computer screen. But I keep getting distracted by all the young, attractive co-workers and clients who are in the office around me every day. I am a virgin still and basically all I can think of is how these young women would look like naked, how nice their skin would feel next to mine and how amazing it would be to fuck their tight, warm pussies. They are just too beautiful for me to handle. But I know this is not okay, I know it. I snap out of it and try to do some work. The thing is, I'm good at and love the stuff I do here. It's just all this distraction makes it difficult to concentrate as I'm constantly having a boner. I must work hard, though, as I've only had this job for a few months, and since I'm in serious debt I can't afford to get fired. As I try to focus on my work again, my manager suddenly appears next to me and tells me to go to her office immediately. I have no idea what she wants but I follow her and hope she's not about to fire me.

Once we're inside she tells me to take a seat. My boss is a very stern woman. She is in her forties, has an athletic figure, long blond hair and cold blue eyes. She wears stylish, elegant clothes to work. Her tone is commanding and she looks at you in a way that makes you flinch. Her whole appearance screams authority. You know she has influence just by looking at her. Once we are both seated she looks me in the eyes and starts to speak. She tells me that some of my female co-workers have been complaining to her about me constantly staring at them which made them feel very uncomfortable around me and that she could fire me right there. It's funny to hear that coming from her. She ogles and even touches her cute young female employees all the time. I saw her countless times slapping their asses even. But she's the one to make the rules I guess, so I just let it slide and let her continue. She then tells me that she actually should just fire me but she also knows that I am very good at my job and she is reluctant to part ways with me. I tell her that I am sorry and that it won't happen again but she says that she can't just take my word for it. She has to be sure I won't misbehave and for that I will have to go through her special reconditioning program. So at this point I must decide whether I want to keep my job or not. I feel uneasy about the situation but I really have no choice. This job pays well and after all she just told me that she is satisfied with my work. What is the worst that can happen? I will probably have to listen to some anti-harassment lecture.

After considering this, I agree to the her conditions. She tells me to follow her then. She opens a secret door on the side of her office that leads to a small room with only a nice looking bed and a stool in it. On the bed there is a small case. Once we are inside she tells me to put my hands behind my back and once I do she puts handcuffs on me. I ask her what is going on but she tells me not to ask questions as this is part of the procedure and I surely wouldn't want her to fire me. She then pulls down my pants and underwear and tells me to step out of them. Finally she tells me to lose my shoes as well and sit down on the edge of the bed and open my legs. I am really confused now but there is no way I can run away like this so whatever perverted thing she is planning I should just play along with for now. Maybe she is going to do some kinky stuff to me to teach me a lesson about sexual harassment. It would be crazy but this is my best guess right now.

Once I'm seated she sits on the stool between my legs and starts to inspect my small cock and tight ball sack. She asks me how big my penis is and I tell her it is about 4 inches when hard. Then she starts inquiring about my sex habits. I tell her that I'm single and never had sex before but masturbate a lot. Meanwhile she puts her hand under my ball sack as if weighing it. Once I finish telling her about myself she asks if I fantasized about sex a lot and I tell her I did all the time. She sighs and nods and tells me that I definitely have to take part in her program as I'm unlikely to change my nasty behavior as I am right now. She takes out a strange device from the case on the bed and tells me to hold still. With the device she stretches out a rubber band and puts it around the base of my sack. I ask her what she is doing in a frightened and shaky voice. She explains that she just used special pliers to put an elastrator ring around my balls. I look puzzled so she continues. She tells me that my problem is that my balls are large and heavy so I want to have sex all the time, but my penis is too small to successfully get it from anyone. This makes me frustrated and this is why I act out like I do. And since my problems are caused by my balls we have to get rid of them. The rubber band will castrate me and then I won't be sexually interested in my hot co-workers anymore.

I can't believe my ears, is she really going to do that? It's time to confront her about her own behavior. I tell her that I can see she gets all touchy-feely with the girls and even does stuff to them that are demeaning or even illegal. She slaps their butts and talks to them in a very condescending manner. She just laughs at me and tells me that she surely does all of these and actually a lot more. The room we are in right now is normally used for making love not disciplining naughty boys. Also, she is the boss so she can do whatever she wants to her girls. And to me, for that matter. I get really angry as she tells me these things. I feel helpless and violated. I start to scream and toss around but as my hands are tied behind my back I can't really fight back. I try to jump up but she easily pushes me back to the bed. She tells me to calm down as there is nothing I can do. I panic and cry but she is indifferent. I start to scream but she informs me that this room is soundproof. She tells me that I must be fixed as I might be even dangerous in my current state. Who knows when I will resort to rape if I keep my balls and she can't let anything like that happen to her girls. I don't even have words anymore. She turns around to leave and tells me that by tomorrow the castration will be irreversible and even though she would love to let me masturbate and orgasm a few times tonight while I still can, she can't risk to untie me as I am clearly violent. With that she leaves and locks the door behind her. I am left there waiting for balls to finally die being unable to do anything to save them."

As Nina was listening to Kevin's story she started to feel something strange and unexpected. Almost as if she was being turned on by all of this. No, she thought, that can't be. This might be just a strange reaction to all this madness.

"Thank you, Kevin. Do you still work for the same manager?"

"Yes. Same firm, same manager. I feel that she is sometimes even teasing me about taking my balls. Whenever she touches one of the girls she briefly give me this evil look as if telling me that she is about to fuck this girl but thanks to her I will never do the same."

"I'm sorry to hear that Kevin. Have you tried to go to the police?"

"Please, Dr. Drake, no! No one can know about this. Everyone would know then that I don't have balls anymore." As Nina looked around she saw that everyone was nodding in agreement.

"Don't worry, you are all at the right place and everything you say here will stay between us. We are going to help you. But for now, I believe we shall go on to the next person."

Part 6 - Brad

The next guy was a dorky looking man, a little effeminate actually. Somewhat short and pudgy, with friendly smile on his face.

"It's nice to meet you everyone. My name is Bradley, or Brad for short. I am 32 years old. As for my job, I am a programmer by day and a devoted boyfriend for the love of my life at night." His demeanor surprised Nina. He was so upbeat. "Her name is Karla and she is the one who castrated me."

"Excuse me?" Nina honestly thought she heard it wrong.

"My girlfriend is the one who castrated me 5 years ago. And to be honest, this was the right thing to do. I've loved her ever since without ever cheating on her." said Brad proudly.

"Then how can we help you exactly?" This was probably not the right question as Brad clearly needed professional help but Nina was so puzzled that it just slipped out.

"Well, I've been feeling a little weird lately. I would like to figure out if it is because of my castration."

"We're happy to listen to your story, Brad. Please, begin."

"It's a Saturday afternoon when I hear knocking on my door. I go to see who it might be as I'm not expecting any visitors. I open the door and a young woman enters my apartment. I take a good look at her and my eyes widen in surprise. I know this girl. She is a someone I met on a website the day before. It is a site where you can video chat with random strangers. And unlike the more famous options it is used for sexual stuff by almost everyone. I got randomly connected to this girl and we stayed in each other's company for hours. We talked a lot and did all kinds of sexual stuff as well. She is 23 years old, black with brown curly hair and dark brown eyes. Her body is slender but she still has a nice set of boobs and a round and shapely ass. She looks even more amazing in person.

"Hi Brad, nice to meet you irl." Her voice is playful and she gives me a friendly smile.

"H..Hi, Karla, what... wait, how did you know where I live?" My voice sounds a little terrified so she lets out a cute laugh.

"I know your name and you told me which neighborhood you lived in. I had to ask around a little but I got lucky and found you quickly. It also helped that your name was written on the intercom. A nice lady let me in though. Sorry that I just showed up but I wanted to meet you so badly."

"Wha... what are you...?"

"I'm sorry. I know I can come off as pushy and weird. I better go..."

"NO! I'm sorry, I'm rude. Please stay and take a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Okay, I'll stay." she says with a huge smile "A glass of coke would be perfect, thanks."

I see the red flags, of course. They are all over the place. She is crazy, she must be. Is she going to kill me? Or rob me? It's not normal that she just showed up like this without me inviting her or even giving her my address for that matter. But what if I can actually have sex with her? At least I should see where this is going. I pour us two glasses of coke and place them on the living room coffee table in front of her.

"Um, sorry, could you also get me a straw?"

I get her one and join her. We talk for a while but after about half an hour I start to feel tired. I try to stay awake but it seems like I'm going to fall asleep right here. Before I can say anything, everything goes black.

I wake up in my bed. My arms tied to the bedposts and my legs as well, although I can't really see those as Karla is straddling me. We are both naked. While I saw her like this before, this is the first time I do in person. I try to speak but I quickly realize that my mouth is gagged.

"I'm glad you're awake Brad, I thought for a moment that I accidentally killed you with that thing I put in your drink. I got it from some really shady guy so I'm glad it worked." she is talking so nonchalantly as if we were old friends discussing her summer plans. I, on the other hand, am really scared. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

"The bad news is, Brad, we are not going to have sex. I kinda wanted to, but actually I have better plans. I'm going to castrate you instead."

My eyes go wide. I try to pull on the ropes but to no avail. She grins and takes a pair of pliers in her hand. I try to scream but my voice is muffled by that gag in my mouth.

"All those things you told me, got me thinking. I love that you are a virgin at 27. I want you to stay like that for the rest of your life. Just think about it Brad. We shared something special yesterday. I told you what to do and you just obeyed like a good little pet. I told you to jerk your tiny cock and you did it. I told you to cum on your belly and you did it. You also ate your cum for me. You were so desperate to lose your virginity that you just did anything for me. It's so exciting to think that I will be the last person to make you cum, like ever. You will be mine forever. No more nasty erections, no more orgasms. You can be fully devoted to me without me feeling guilty for not fucking you. I mean, let's face it. You're cute but not a real man. Your dicklet is nowhere near enough for me. It will be so much better for both of us if I take care of this problem right now. But as I promised, I'll make you cum first. One. Last. Time."

I'm scared as hell but also rock hard. I've never been so close to a naked woman before and the things she said just made me hornier for some reason. She reaches behind her to feel my cock. She also gives my balls a gentle squeeze and smiles. After acknowledging that I am hard she starts to grind her ass and pussy back and forth on my dick. As if this wasn't enough to send my inexperienced cock over the edge she also starts moaning and rubbing her boobs. The sounds, the sight and the feeling are more than enough. I shoot my load and then go limp.

"Well, I guess that was it." She slides down so that now she kneels between my legs. Taking the pliers in her hand again, she starts to feel my nutsack with her other hand looking for the spermatic cord. She soon finds it and using her tool she basically crushes it. I scream into my gag as she just smiles. It only takes a few moments until she finds the other cord and she wastes no time finishing what she started. Once she is done she stands up and walks beside me.

"We can finally be together just like we wanted. What do you think Brad?"

She removes the gag from my mouth and I start to yell at her.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? I NEVER WANTED THIS..." My tantrum is cut short by the gag that she puts back in it's place. She looks visibly hurt but remains calm.

"I knew that you would be angry Brad and don't worry, I'm not mad at you for yelling at me like that and calling me a bitch. I know that you just made a huge sacrifice for me. Soon you will also understand."

I spend the next two days in bed and she takes care of me. My anger vanishes, in fact, I never really get upset anymore. I'm like a little puppy, eager for Karla's affection. We cuddle a lot while being naked but most of time it is not sexual. And whenever it is, it is always me pleasing her with my tongue. I love to eat her pussy. Our sex life is perfect this way. She loves that my tiny cock stays soft all the time and can't make a mess that must be cleaned up. I am fully devoted to her orgasms and the special bond we share."

Nina was shocked but found the whole thing interesting. She knew Brad will be a unique case. He seemed so happy with his predicament. Some kind of a Stockholm syndrome maybe? She will have to figure it out. On a different note, her panties were now soaking wet. She tried not to pay any attention to it but it was getting harder to do so with every story. It must be all this sex talk, she thought. Anyways, it was time to ask the next guy to tell his story.

Part 7 - Chuck

The next guy was a meek looking man with short red hair and glasses. He seemed quite shy and hesitant to speak up. Nina then gave her an encouraging look. Not only did she want to hear his story to be able to help but also for the sexual thrill. She knew it was wrong but she started to feel like a horny teenager losing control over her impulses.

"Oh, yeah, um, hi. My name is Chuck am and I am 29 and my girlfriend Kimberly who is now my ex-girlfriend did this to me 3 years ago." He was jabbering a bit and he was clearly nervous. Nina considered asking him to slow down but decided to just let him speak as she didn't want to discourage him. "She actually broke up with me and... oh, sorry, I must relive it... so were are now broken up and I am 26 years old and sad. She left me for this shady guy who is a mobster or something. I am a nerd but she never told me that she has a problem with that so I just don't get it. She likes the stuff I do and we love each other. But she is way hotter than me. She has a Korean father and black mother. Such an exotic beauty. And she's so smart too. And now I'm just left without her. I think it's because my dick is small and I cum too soon but she never complained and so all of this was too sudden. So I decide I must try to win her back. I go to where this guy can usually be found. It's some seedy bar in a bad neighborhood. So anyway, I go in and in the backroom there they are. It's a small private room with a pool table, some chairs and posters on the walls with cars, nude women or beer on them. The room has four people in it not including me. There is Mark, who is her new boyfriend and is this gangsta looking dude with like tattoos and shit and two of his large black henchmen who look they could rip me apart. And there is my Kimmie, as beautiful as ever.

So I go in and Mark asks me what the hell I want. Instead I turn to Kim and start asking her to take me back and telling her that I love her and I know she loves me too. When I look at her face I can see this look she gives me like all she feels is pity. I'm kneeling before her at this point begging her to come back to me. I can hear Mark and his friends laughing. Everyone is just silent through all of this except for me. After some time Mark gets up from his chair, whispers something to his buddies, then comes over to me and pulls me to my feet. He tells me that what I'm doing is not cute anymore and I should just act like a man if I want a girl to actually take me seriously. I just look at him all confused. He says we should make a bet and that if I win I get Kimmie back. I am so desperate I say yes and then he tells me the rules. He tells me that we have to see who is a real man and that depends on who has the bigger cock and who can last longer. I'm not sure if I can win this but I must try so I say yes and that if he wins he can have anything that belongs to me. He says that a hottie like Kim surely is worth more so if he wins he can take two things I own. I think it is weirdly specific but whatever. Anything to win back the love of my life.

For the competition Mark, Kim and I all get naked. The plan is that she will make us hard, measure our erect cocks and then gives both of us a handjob simultaneously. Whoever gets hard first wins the first round, the one with the bigger cock wins the second and the one who lasts longer wins the third. So we all get naked and then two things become obvious. I win the first round and Mark wins the second. Yes, I am already hard just by looking at Kim's beautiful naked body so she says I win. But she also points out that my cock is 3,5 inches when erect and Mark is 6 inches when still soft. But since she has to get him hard for the tiebreaker she gets on her knees and starts blowing him. I start crying as I see my love sucking this shitty guy's dick and all of them are laughing at me. When Mark is also hard Kimmie measures our cocks just to be sure - I now think it was just to humiliate me - and mine is 3,5 inches while Mark's is 8 inches so I indeed lost the second round. So now it is time for the third round they say and I'm already worried. I hated to see my girl blowing this guy but it also made me so horny and I'm not sure how long I can last. Kimmie kneels between us and starts jerking us off. It's like not even a competition. I cum in a few seconds. They all laugh again. Mark then says it's time for me to pay so I ask him what he wants and he just says that I'll see in a minute. He tells his buddies to do as he told them before and they grab me and lay my on the pool table and held me down. Mark tells me that the two things he wants are my balls so they now belong to him and as such he can do anything to them. And he wants his buddies to turn them into mush while he fucks my ex-girlfriend. He sits down facing us and Kimmie straddles him and she just starts riding him. I yell and try to fight but to no avail. One guy holds my arms in place and covers my mouth with his other hand while the other grabs my balls and squeezes them really hard. It hurts like hell and there is nothing I can do. Mark just grins and Kimmie gives me an evil smile over her shoulder as she keeps riding his cock. It takes the large man about a minute to crush my balls in his fist. Then they throw me out and tell me not to go back ever again and not call the cops or they'll find me and my family as well and they'll kill us.

So, yeah, that's the story. I was too scared to tell anyone but then it got infected I think so I went to a hospital and told them it was and accident and then they said that my balls were just mush. So I had to have, like, the entire sack removed."

Chuck's story left everyone horrified. There was a good five minutes of silence in the room. Even though Nina was a professional, she was now completely lost for words. She was also terrified of her other kind of reaction. How can she be so turned on by all of this? This is terrible. A serious crime. These people were horribly mutilated. And yet, she got hornier with each story. Her pussy was completely wet by now. It was getting really hard for her to focus on anything else. She just looked at the next man and asked him to begin his turn.

Part 8 - Steven

The next man was a handsome dude. Brown hair in a stylish haircut, a manly jawline, clothes that fit him perfectly complete with an expensive watch and a pair of nice shoes. Not too overdressed, but clearly impressive.

"Hi, my name is Steven. I am the CEO of a medium sized company. I am 39 years old and I love cars and sailing. Oh, and I'm also kind of a history nerd. It is a truly fascinating field, if you will."

"Welcome, Steven. You may begin with your story if you are ready"

"Well, here it comes." Steven leaned forward and closed his eyes as he started to recall the events that brought him to the group.

"I am 34 years old and happily married to my wife, Kristina. I always knew she was high-maintenance but lately she's been pestering me a lot about a special marriage counselor that she met in yoga class and she keeps telling me that we should go and see her. I don't understand any of it. She can have crazy ideas sometimes but our marriage is perfect. Anyways, this afternoon she starts with the marriage therapy stuff again so I give in and she says that we can go right now as her friend can see us at 4 pm. I am reluctant but want to make her happy as well as just get this all over with.

Two hours later we are sitting in the office of Dr. Maria Jones and she asks all kinds of nonsense about our marriage, a possible divorce and me being possibly unfaithful. I keep telling her that I love my wife dearly and I do not intend to cheat on her or leave her. I'm getting annoyed but try to be as polite as possible. Now, of course, I am still a man. Even though I love my wife I can't help but notice other women occasionally. I wasn't lying when I said I am being faithful, I only let my eyes get some side action from time to time. For example, I definitely notice how hot our therapist was. She is a stunning Latina in her late thirties. She has a gorgeous face with deep brown eyes, framed perfectly by her long black hair. Her body is just as perfect with her voluptuous figure hardly concealed by the form fitting black dress she is wearing. In fact, I'm feeling a little underdressed in my jeans and polo shirt. Especially as Kristina is also wearing an fancy green dress. Her body is more slender but sexy nonetheless and her pretty face with her green eyes and long light brown hair is just something to die for. I wonder why they are dressed so nicely as I never realized that this must be a special occasion. But I can't complain as they both look amazing. It is actually kind of hard to concentrate on these dumb questions in the presence of these two beauties but since my wife is important to me plus i want to get out of here early I basically tell them what they want to hear while remaining kind and polite. After some time, however, I begin to feel tired and then black out.

I wake up strapped to an examination chair with my legs up in stirrups. Also, I am fully naked. My wife and the doctor stand there and they tell me that after a long evaluation process they came to the conclusion that I am extremely likely to cheat on Kristina. I start to protest but I am cut short by Maria.

"Kristina told me everything Steven." Her voice was concerned and gentle as she said this. "We know you have a problem around attractive women. She told me how you were always checking out the young hot chicks whenever the two of you go out and that you even look at your maid and the babysitter in a lustful way. And they are just over eighteen years old. And we also saw the way you were looking at me in the office earlier."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I can't help it sometimes but it is normal to look at beautiful women. It doesn't mean I will cheat on my wife."

"No, it is not normal, Steven. Your wife is just worried that this can ruin your relationship eventually. I know that man who have such a large penis and testicles as you do have a large sex drive as well. It is perfectly natural. But Kristina loves you and she doesn't want to lose you."

As she makes that comment about my genitals I realize that I forgot I was naked. This does not make any sense. Why are they telling me this and why do I have to strapped to a chair without any clothes on to have this conversation? I better ask them and then tell them to let me go as I'm done playing whatever game this is.

"She won't lose me. But I don't understand why am I naked and tied down. This is all crazy. I'm sorry if you are worried about our relationship, Kris, but I promise I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"I know, honey, that you don't want to hurt me. But I'm afraid that you will give in to your urges one day. You won't be able to resist these fresh young girls anymore especially when we get older. This is why I asked Maria to help. To fix the problem before there are any complications."

"What the hell do you mean by fixing the problem?" I start to get irritated. This nonsense must end right here.

"You see, Steven, I'm not a therapist per se, but a surgeon who offers to solve marital problems if necessary. Your problems are caused by your libido that is in turn caused by your large balls. So, in order to fix this I will surgically remove them to reduce your sex drive to zero and to prevent you from sleeping around."

"What are you talking about? Are you insane? Kristina, please!"

"This going to make your life a lot easier, honey, I promise. Maria does this all the time and all her clients have been satisfied so far."

"I don't care about others. Please, I don't want to lose my balls. I will prove it to you that I only want you and no one else."

As I say this Maria takes off her dress. I can't believe my eyes. She is standing there fully naked. I just keep staring at her large, round breasts and clean shaven pussy. I only snap out of it when she walks over to me and starts to speak.

"You see, Steven, you already can't take your yes off of me."

"I'm sorry, it's just that I am surprised."

"We'll see about that. You will have to pass a test. I will sexually stimulate you and if you can resist an orgasm we will know that you can be faithful."

My cock is semi-erect already and she starts stroking it. Very slowly at first but then picking up the speed. I'm getting closer and closer to cum but still manage to hold on. Then she lowers her head and takes my cock in her mouth. It is the most sensual blowjob I've ever received as her tongue works it's magic on me. I try my best not to cum but her mouth feels so amazing. The sight of her blowing me is just so sexy that I decide to look away, maybe it will be easier to focus on something else. And as I do I see that Kris is sitting there beside my chair, also naked. She looks me in the eyes and smiles. God, she is just so beautiful. I know I can't hold it anymore. As my body becomes stiff Maria takes my cock out of her mouth and keeps jerking it as I shoot a huge load of warm, sticky cum all over myself.

Once I catch my breath I start to cry. Kristina takes my hand and puts her hand on my head telling me not to worry as everything will be so much better after the operation. Maria meanwhile sits on a small chair between my legs with her medical tools by her side. She is still naked.

"I am going to inject you with a local anesthetic, Steven. It will take a few minutes until it takes effect so I will wash and shave your scrotum in the meantime."

"No, please! Please, don't take my balls!" I want to scream but I can only cry. Kris keeps comforting me telling me in a gentle voice how much better our lives will be and how brave I am for doing this for us. After a few minutes Maria is done washing and shaving me and I am fully numb down there. I watch in horror as she cuts my sack open, takes out one of my testicles and cuts it free with a scissor.

"One to go, Steven. You are doing great so far." She then cuts the other half, takes out my remaining ball and with a snip it is removed as well. She then stitches up the wounds. And so this is how my manhood was taken from me, Dr. Drake."

While Steven was already in tears by the end of his story, Nina almost came. She was getting really scared so at this point she just wanted the whole meeting to be finally over with. After quickly thanking Steven, she told the next man the he can begin.

Part 9 - Jake

The second to last guy also looked quite nerdy and unmanly like many of the others before him. He was short and fat, had unruly facial hair and even some acne. While he wasn't untidy he clearly did not care if looked attractive or not.

"Hi, my name is Jake. I am currently unemployed for most of the time. I've only been back in the country for a few months. I am 34 years old and this happened a little over a year ago.

It is 8 am and I am standing in front of a two-story office building. I was recently fired from my job and after looking for a while without any success I came across an ad for sex work. I never really considered anything like that but I was running out of money so I decided to give it a try. I don't really like to get naked in front of people since I am kind of overweight and my cock is not too big either but it might be work that I can do over the phone or online. Since there wasn't anything specific in the ad I could only speculate. I called the number and a woman answered. She only asked my name and told me to go to a specific address the next day at eight in the morning.

So I am standing at the location that was given to me. When I step inside I am greeted by a young black woman at the front desk. She tells me to go to the second floor and her boss is already waiting for me there. Upstairs I am greeted by another black woman who is slightly older and is dressed very elegantly. She clearly looks like a manager of some sort. She invites me into her office and tells me to do as she says as she has to evaluate me properly for the job.

Once inside she tells me to strip. I feel very self-conscious but since I figured that at least someone will see me naked in person during the interview I already made peace with this so I do as I am told. I still can't help but feel ashamed of my tiny dick and my short and fat body but I'm not in the position to reject a possible job offer. Since I am already here I might as well give it a try. Once I am naked she comes over to me. She tells me that some of the things she does will be sexual in nature but I shouldn't worry since she is a professional and this is simply the nature of the job. I nod and tell her that it is okay. She slaps my ass and then cups my balls and squeezes them a little. She then starts asking me questions about myself and my sex life. I tell her that I was 33 years old, a virgin and masturbated at least once every day. I also tell her that my cock is about 2,5 inches when hard. She makes some notes and tells me to follow her to the backroom.

Inside I am told to sit in an examination chair. I must also place my legs in stirrups. She then straps my arms and legs to the chair and tells me that she needs to complete a few tests. She then takes off her clothes and my small cock becomes rock hard instantly. She pinches and tweaks my nipples and slaps my face. Then she takes out a weird metal object, lubes it up and pushes it into my asshole. Finally, she starts to jerk me off with two fingers. I cum within 2 minutes. She notes that I don't last long and only have a small amount of weak looking cum.

She then pulls up a chair between my legs and sits down with a weird metal instrument in her hand. She explains that I will make a perfect white sissy slave for her rich black clients. I am nice and fat, have a tight asshole, large boy boobs and I am completely submissive. They love to fuck fuck boys like me so my ass and mouth will be put to great use. My cock, one the other hand, is completely useless. It is clearly unfit for sex and right now the only one who can derive any pleasure from it is me. However, slaves should never be able to cum as their job is to serve their masters. She then reveals me that the object in her hand is a burdizzo and she is going to castrate me with it. This way she can make sure that I won't act up, misbehave or play with my hard little knob constantly. I start to cry and beg her not to, but she just tells me to shut up. She places my nuts inside the device and then closes it. There is a weird breaking sound, a sharp pain for a minute and it is done. She tells me that my cock will now be unable to get erect and I cannot cum ever again.

After a few months I was sold to an African family. My master used to fuck my ass every day and I had to eat out my mistresses - my master's wife and daughter - all the time. They used to always tell me that weak white sissies like me are meant to serve strong black people like them. My cock shrank to an even smaller size and it is now completely soft. I lost all my sexual urges and indeed did not have an orgasm since my castration. Then after almost a year the whole operation was busted by the police and the slaves they were able to locate were freed. Thank you, everyone, for listening to my story."

This was now way too much for Nina. There was no way she can hold on. The stories were tragic but she was just so wet. Luckily only one guy was left and then she can figure out what to make of this whole situation.

Part 10 - Rafael

The last guy was a handsome young Hispanic man. He had slightly long brown hair, light brown skin and a really athletic body. He was dressed casually but it suited him well. Any girl would possibly melt in his arms. His eyes looked sad though and since he was here it was obvious why.

"Hi. My name is Rafael and I am 21 years old. My story happened two years ago. I only work odd jobs now to pay for my education. My parents are from Mexico so we don't have too much money."

"Hi, Rafael. Thank you for introducing yourself. You can start if you are ready."

"Thank you, Dr. Drake. My story is going to be very short. It is evening already when I am finished with my job at the construction site. I am standing out on the street smoking a cigarette before heading home. The street is all empty by now as this is a neighborhood that is mostly still under construction. Then I hear footsteps from behind me. Before I can do anything a man grabs me and all I can feel is a sting in my neck.

I wake up in a white room, strapped to an operating table. A little later a woman comes in. She looks like she is a doctor. She tells me that I was brought here because her boss ***********ed me. He is an old man who believes that eating young men's testicles will make him more capable in bed. They always *********** young, strong and handsome men and now they chose me and now she is going to surgically castrate me.

I cry and start begging her not to do it. She just tells me that my fate is sealed as her boss never reconsiders and he specifically asked for me this time so she will begin the operation right away. I scream for help and try to beg her again but she does not react. She just tells me that the anesthetic they gave me while I was unconscious is already working. Then she sits between my legs, cuts open my scrotum, removes my left testicle and cuts the cord. She does the same with the right ball and then quickly stitches me up. She then gives me another injection. I pass out and later I wake up where I was kidnapped. All I feel is that my groin hurts like hell."

Part 11 - Nina

The last story was too much for Nina. She had no idea how to properly react to it. It was so sick. Actually, of them were. The others also must have been disturbed by the events of the night as most of them were already standing, ready to leave. While she felt that she should at least say something and that this should be discussed, she was unable to. No only because of the shock and horror but also the excitement and the guilt it caused her. She felt that in a way she now would just be using these men to get a kick out of their stories. She must sort these feelings out before they continue. She quickly thanked everyone for attending at told them to come back next week as she felt there was a lot to process for all of them. Everyone, including her.

She kept thinking about the last story. A woman whose job is to castrate young men. She was scared of how exciting this was to her. The though of robbing a helpless man of the pleasures of sex made her pussy soaking wet. She felt a sudden urge to find an unsuspecting guy, tie him down, tease him after telling him that he will be castrated and then take his balls away. Just thinking about it almost made her cum. On the other hand, she felt guilty for even thinking like this. She simply could not live with the thought that she ruined someone's life forever. An innocent person's, who did nothing wrong. And that's when the idea hit her.

What if she would do it to men who only used their balls to harm others? Sexual predators who managed to evade the law and are free to do whatever they want to. It would be a win-win situation. That person would not be committing crimes anymore and she could experience the possible joys a castration would bring her. And with that, she left her office and headed home. She was desperate for release, which she hoped she would find in the arms of her beautiful girlfriend, and she also needed to plan out her first move in order to accomplish her new goal.

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