**While this is one big coherent story, parts 2-10 can be enjoyed in themselves.**

**Part 1 - The group**

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."