Julian worked as a room service person in a girl only dorm of a prestigious university. The job paid well, but he had to endure the antics of cruel rich girls daily.

Mondays were usually the worst. The girls were either hungover or full of newfound energy after a weekend's rest. Even knowing that, he was not ready for what was he about to experience this time.

As he opened the doors, he was greeted with a distant yell:

"The man-meat is here!"

In response, a group of girls vigorously came out of their rooms, eager to torment their servant. Most of them were either in pajamas or just their underwear. One of the girls came topless. As they approached, they greeted him with laughter and looks of malice and superiority. It is his contractual obligation to indulge their whims, whatever may they be.

"Okay boy, get naked." Said Elise, one of his more active tormentors. She kicked him in the balls and the rest laughed. "What's the hold up? I said get naked." Julian obediently began to undress, still groaning in pain.

"Oh don't be such a baby, your balls serve no purpose anyway. Unless maybe you count being a foot rest."

As he got fully naked, he felt the stares from all direction, tearing away his privacy and dignity.

"What are you looking at? I swear to God, if your disgusting dick gets hard from looking at us you will regret it, I am not joking. Don't even think that... thing belongs inside of a woman."

Feeling all the stares and attention focusing on his penis made him blush. Then he felt the slow hardening.

"What did I just told you?!"

"I'm sorry, I can't control it, it's the humiliation..."

"Holy shit, so you're INTO it??" The girls laughed again. Joanne, a pale blond girl approached him, her hands wandering aimlessly on his backside.

"You know, you seem to have a pretty fuckable ass..." She pushed him forcefully, causing him to bend over. She then got naked and put on a strapon, then applied a lot of lube on it. "Just staying there, obediently bent over. Huh, what a slut. Good. I will make good use of you."

He felt her hands grabbing his hips, then a slimy, solid presence entering his ass for the first time in his life. It kept going way deeper than he expected, making him groan. The blonde girl grabbed his balls and squeezed them sharply. "Silence! We're not even fully started yet." She loosened the grip, but didn't fully let go. She took her time inserting the length, slowly picking up the pace. With it, so did increase the pressure on his balls. Suddenly she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, then started whispering in his ear: "Damn, I want to crush your worthless little balls so bad. If we were alone I would do it, so consider yourself lucky that the other girls want to have some fun with you too..."

Eventually, the prostate stimulation won over his body and willpower, making his cock drip with cum. The girls laughed at his confused facial expression as he experienced his first forced orgasm. As he collapsed on the floor, some of the girls came closer and kicked him over so that he's on his back, then Samantha, a brunette with wavy hair, started to stomp on his balls with her platform shoes for everyone's amusement. Meanwhile Elise knelt besides his head and inserted the dildo he was just fucked with into his mouth. "Open wide for me, you will deepthroat it for me." He obediently let it in, feeling her slowly and indulgently get in and out the depths of his throat. She inserted it way deeper while Samantha applied her body weight to the stomp, making him unable to scream out the agony. After what felt like forever of pain and suffocation, they eased out and left.

"Just to be sure" said Joanne, "there's nothing about you that is sexually stimulating for us, the point of all of this is to abuse our power over scum like you. The panic in the eyes of someone who can't say no..."

"Speaking of which, here's a simple request - beg me to castrate you" said Samantha.

"What?" He was shocked.

"Did I stutter? Or do you not care about keeping the job? Don't make me repeat myself."

"C-castrate me..."

"What?!" She grabbed his balls painfully. "Speak up. Entertain us."

"Please castrate me" he begged.

"That's it? Put some more emotion into it, tell us why you deserve it."

"I beg you, take my balls away! I am a weak and pathetic failure of a man, and godesses like you deserve to decide the fate of my manhood."

Samantha smiled. "Good, good answer. You will be rewarded with a chance to keep your balls." Saying that, she revealed the burdizzo she had on her, with the band already attached. She positioned the device at the root of his scrotum then let it snap loose, starting the constriction of his balls.

"We will remove the band when you're done with today's chores. If you're quick enough, maybe you'll stay fertile. Wouldn't count on it though, there's a lot of chores planned for today" the girls laughed maliciously. "Oh, and of course, stay naked for the rest of the day. We want to see them wither away. Well, better get going."