[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/CastrationStorys/comments/19bhg4x/training_new_recruits_part_1/)

James looked down and saw Becky’s steel toed boots which were certainly going to do a number on his testicles. He braced himself as she lined up in front of him. “Are you ready James to start your punishment?”

“Yes I am”

Becky reared back and let the first KICK fly into his testicles, hitting both head on.

The hard front of Becky’s boots slammed both fleshy testicles into his pelvis causing James to loudly grunt. That was only the first kick. This was Becky’s first kick to real testicles and the feeling was indescribable. She should have waited for more reaction from James, but eagerness got the best of her and she unleashed a torrent of powerful kicks.

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Screamed James at the volley of powerful kicks from unforgiving boots. His body involuntarily thrashed in his bonds and even his knees managed to move slightly in a vain attempt to protect his manhood.

Becky wasted no time in delivering her 25 kicks, far faster than her training advised her. She simply couldn’t help it. The power flowing through her took over and she couldn’t stop. In fact, she lost count and got up to 30 kicks before Jenny and Shelly pulled her back. By the end of her round, tears were streaming down James’ face and his chin rested on his chest. The pain from so many rapid kicks with steel-toed boots radiated through his entire abdomen. Once Becky caught her breath, she took his testicles in her hand, admiring how red and swollen they had become. James grunted as she pushed her thumb and fingers into the swollen flesh feeling for any deformities. So far, his testicles held up rather well.

Shelly was up next with her platform shoes and with all the eagerness of Becky, reared her leg back and delivered her first powerful kick.

WHAM!

The platform shoes worked much like the boots by crushing both testicles into James’ pelvis. James let out another cry of pain, confirmation that the platform shoes were just as powerful as the boots before them.

Shelly was much like Becky and couldn’t contain her excitement at finally being able to punish a guy’s testicles. She delivered kick after kick to James’ defenseless reddening balls.

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

Shelly didn’t let up until her 25 kicks were done, again very much contrary to the punishment handbook which suggests spreading kicks out to ensure the subject experiences prolonged pain.

None of this mattered to James though. By the end of the 50th total kick, he was screaming his head off.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” yelling nonstop at the throbbing pain emanating from his balls and extending throughout his entire body. He lost all control over his muscles and just hung by the wrists with his knees buckled in several inches towards his crotch. While Shelly similarly examined James’ testicles, Jenny and Becky added rope behind James’ knees, tying them up on the posts. This has the desired effect of opening his legs up even more than before and denying James any ability to limit access to his penis and testicles.

James continued to scream as Shelly roughly examined his extremely sensitive testicles, poking and pushing her fingers and thumbs into fleshy interiors, looking for signs of compromise as was taught during their classroom training. She did notice they were swollen even more after her set of kicks and some slight bruising was appearing on the surface, a sign she was definitely happy to see. While James continued to suffer, he honestly made no notice of the other two women tying his knees further apart.

Before Jenny started with her set, she did wait a bit for James to regain his composure. She soaked in the screaming, crying, tears and red face that so closely mirrored what their training said they would witness. Still though, watching videos of punishment sessions was no substitute for being here and seeing, smelling and feeling his pain. 

“Come on, it’s your turn!,” enforced Becky.

“Oh I know. I’m enjoying the moment. Just look at him. Look at what you two did with only 50 kicks. We haven’t even started yet and this is so amazing, like better than I could have ever hoped. I just want to watch him suffer a little more and then I’ll start.”

“Actually, let’s hear from him,” suggested Jenny.

“James, tell us how you feel.”

It had been maybe 10 minutes since the last kick and his screaming and crying reduced to whimpering so he was able to respond.

“It .. it hurts so bad. I feel like I’ve been kicked by a horse over and over again. Those boots and shoes were so solid and your kicks were so hard that my balls had no way to handle that much.” James looked down while talking and saw how swollen his testicles had become. He also noticed the rope around his knees pulling them further away from his sex organs.

“Keep going, James. We need to hear everything you’re feeling,” added Jenny.

“I’ve never been kicked before and it almost feels like lightning shooting from my balls throughout my abdomen, over and over. Even now. My balls throb so much and hurt so bad.”

“That’s all good to hear James,” replied Jenny. “This is the kind of feedback we need to see what works and what doesn’t. It’s my turn now to give you 25 more kicks. As you can see I have heels on with pointy tips. I learned a lot about these shoes during training and they can hurt so much if the tip makes contact with the center of your testicles and forces them into a solid surface. That’s why I’m going last. I wanted your testicles to be swollen so I’d have a better chance of making good contact with each kick. If I kicked you enough with these, your balls would collapse on their own, but we won’t get there this time. We have plenty more things to try on your testicles before they’re completely ruined. Are you ready for me to begin?”

James was doing pretty good now, all things considered. He was still tied in such a vulnerable way. His testicles continue to hang down, both due to the heat generated from so many kicks, also due to the warm room temperature. His soft penis lay atop his swollen testicles and had only taken a couple glancing blows. Also, he admitted to himself that being completely naked in front of three very powerful women added to the setting. It was clear they were in control of his destiny and as bad as he hurt now, it was nothing compared to what was coming.

“Yes I am. And thank you,” James replied.

“For what?” Jenny asked.

“For what you two have done so far,” looking at Becky and Shelly and then back at Jenny, “for what you’re about to do.”

The three women smiled.

Jenny was ready. The sounds of her heels clanging on the concrete floor echoed through off the walls. The harsh, crisp sound let James know exactly how unforgiving these heels were. He also couldn’t keep his eyes on the pointy tips of the heels. Fuck those were going to hurt so bad.

Jenny stepped in front of James and wasted no time in delivering a powerful kick to his crotch, which impacted his left testicle dead center, sending it crashing into his bony pelvis.

“Yeeeeeeeooooowwwww!” James screamed at the top of his lungs at this new assault on his oh-so-tender balls. Becky and Shelly jumped up and high-fived each other at the impressive assault. Shelly did NOT rush into delivering another kick as her predecessors did, but instead soaked in James’ reaction, which was pure terror.

It took James a whole minute before he calmed down enough to open his crying eyes, seeing the three women standing in front of them.

Jenny asked him how that felt.

“Ugh. I feel like you tore a hole through my nut.”  Jenny smiled.  Before he regained too much of his senses, she delivered another kick, which this time split his balls in half. It didn’t quite have the same impact, but James didn’t care. It fucking hurt – BAD.

Over the next 15 minutes, Jenny carefully and methodically delivered KICK after KICK.

Twice she paused to feel his balls for fractures. Surprisingly there were none despite about half of the kicks directly impacting each ball. What was clear, however, were a number of bruises on his scrotum due to the pointy heels impacting his sensitive flesh.

James, for his part, screamed the whole time. Other guys might have passed out or gone limp long before the end, but James’ stamina was truly impressive. The ladies talked about this among themselves and made mental notes about how a healthy young man can take an impressive amount of abuse.

Maybe five minutes after Jenny delivered the last kick, James opened his watery eyes to see the three women intently focused on his state. His body was 100% covered in sweat with a small pool of sweat having collected on the concrete floor. They also noticed his chest heaving up and down and that he was completely held up by the ropes and restraints on his wrists. They figured he would have long since collapsed if able. They also noted what a good idea it was attaching ropes around his knees, further pulling them apart. They were satisfied they exposed as much of his penis and testicles as possible.

When James looked semi with it again, Jenny asked him again how he felt.

Struggling, James muttered a reply. “I … I literally can’t even. My balls hurt so bad. Are they, you know?”

“No they’re still intact. I checked several times. Your testicles are quite resilient, which is super helpful.”

James let out a sigh of relief and continued. “They certainly feel like they’re destroyed. Every second a lightning bolt extends from my balls throughout my whole body. All I want to do is curl up into a ball.”

“That’s definitely not happening. So tell us, which hurt the most?”

“I … I don’t know. They were all so bad. Like the boots crushed my balls the most and each kick made me feel like they had crushed. But the platform shoes just added to the horrible pain. I do feel like the heels hurt the most though. Like each time those points hit, it felt like my balls were literally exploding.”

“So which of these would be the most effective punishments,” asked Becky.

“Like any of them, but if you really want to destroy his testicles in a hurry, use the pointy heels. I can’t believe they haven’t burst.”

The ladies were definitely pleased with their first bit of hands-on learning.

Shelly asked “And are you still good with what’s happened so far?”

“Yes, I am. They throb so bad so you all did such a good job. Are you happy with the results?”

All three women aggressively nodded their heads.

Through all the pain, James let a tiny smile escape his lips. He truly was happy that they were so happy.

Becky interjected “We were going to take you down and crush your balls with our heels, but we’ll save that for a bit and will start working on your penis. Are you ready for us to burn the inside and outside?”

James nodded his head yes.

“Come on James, you can do better than that,” chided Becky.

“I know, I’m sorry. Please burn my penis as much as you’d like.”

“That’s a little better but I feel like you can still do better. You know what’s at stake for your penis.”

James nodded in agreement and added “That’s true. I’m sorry, it’s honestly hard to think straight. I’m in so much pain, but I know it’s right. I don’t know what kind of burning you have planned, but please burn my penis as much and however you’d like. Please burn the inside of my penis as well. I know I’m going to lose it today so you should burn the skin and flesh quite bad.”

“Thank you and I do believe your sincerity,” added Becky.

James just now noticed that the women brought a table and chairs next to him and several things were set atop it including a culinary torch and a long metal rod.

“I’m going to start. Are you ready James for me to burn your penis?”

“Yes I am.”

Becky grabbed the culinary (kitchen) torch, flicked it on and was most satisfied with a one inch blue flame. She sat down in a chair in front of James giving perfect access to his penis and testicles. With her other hand, she gently picked up James’ nearly unharmed penis. It was about 4” long flaccid and was circumcised. Most of the training videos the women saw were of uncircumcised men so this was a nice change. She moved the flame to the underside of the penis and started burning him.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” James screamed as the flame went to work burning his sensitive skin. His body instinctively jerked and pulled at the bonds, desperately trying to avoid the flame, but Becky held the flame close, actually moving it even closer once she saw his reaction. She moved the flame back and forth over the underside of his penis watching with great satisfaction as the skin darkened. The other two ladies were close by soaking in the beautiful sights and now the smells of burned flesh.

After 10 seconds Becky pulled the torch away and carefully examined the results. 

“No blisters, huh” Becky said as she held his penis straight up so they could see the impacted underside. “Think I’ll do that again,” Becky quietly said to herself.

She carefully held the head of his penis, lit the torch and brought it close to the underneath of his blackened penis. She held the flame close to his flesh again and started burning it.

“Bwaaaaaahhhhhhh!” James screamed once again as his most tender part was being cruelly burned. This time Becky held the flame closer and for a longer time, which caused blisters to form right away. “Ahhhh, perfect!” she said. While continuing to hold his penis up by its head, and his shaking body offering no escape, she slowly moved the flame back and forth, scarring and blistering the entire underside of his once proud penis. Shelly and Jenny stared with absolute fascination, ignoring James’ horrific screams.

After only 10 seconds, Becky stopped again, held his penis straight up and surveyed the damage.

“Look at that,” Shelly said. “It’s completely black and crusted over.”

“Totally,” Jenny added “and look at all those blisters,” pointing to a half dozen blister bubbles that had so quickly formed. The destruction of his penis was well underway.

Shelly took Becky’s place, relit the torch and admired how perfect and focused the blue flame was. Her focus would be the top of his penis. Shelly ignored James’ shivering body as she meticulously inspected his penis, much as a butcher inspects a fine cut of meat. She rubbed her fingers along the unharmed top side, marveling at how smooth and veiny it was. It would bring her such pleasure to destroy something so beautiful. With that she brought the flame to the base of his penis where it attached to his body. The heat of the torch instantly burned the skin, blackening it as she slowly moved it back and forth. As before, James renewed his desperate screams of agony as he suffered for their enjoyment.

Shelly decided not to stop when the whole stop surface was blackened and instead continued to move the torch back and forth until the whole surface was charred and a new set of blisters formed. The flame made quick work of this task and in 20 seconds, the entire surface of James’ penis was a blackened, blistered mess. The only unaffected area was the head. Its pink color stood in stark contrast to the long mass of black meat.

“Wow, that looks so amazing,” said Becky.

“For sure,” replied Jenny. 

“I can’t believe how fast it cooked! This torch is the bomb,” added Shelly.

“Haha, yeah, cook that meat long enough and it would literally explode!” chuckled Jenny.

“And it’s my turn!” added Jenny.

The ladies nodded as Jenny got in place, torch in hand. The rest of James, which they ignored, was a mess. His body lost all muscle control and he just hung as limp as the tight spread eagle bonds would allow. He was also covered in sweat and continued to shiver as if he were underclothed on a cold night. Pain from his balls still radiated through his body and now his cooked penis added new waves of pain as the numerous nerve endings certainly let him know they were there.

Jenny didn’t really have a good area of his penis to hold onto. She certainly wasn’t going to let any of that black char get on her fingers. She quickly went to a cabinet and put on a set of medical gloves. Sitting back down, she said “much better.” She grasped his burned penis mid shaft held it straight up in the air, lit the torch and brought it close to the head. James couldn’t help but to look down at the doom awaiting him. Jenny looked up and caught his stare.

“You know how much burning the head is gonna hurt, don’t you?” she asked.

Still shivering, all James could do was nod his head.

“You still want me to burn it don’t you?”

James nodded his head again.

Jenny smiled. “That’s good James. Remember this is just approved punishment training, nothing more.”

Her focus returned to the flame which she brought to the bottom of the penis’ head, where it met the charred shaft. The burning started immediately, as did James’ renewed screams which were somehow louder and more panicked than before! The head was truly the most sensitive!

As before, the pointed blue flame did its job and burned everything it touched, blackening the surface and forming blisters mere seconds later. Jenny meticulously spread the flame over the entire penis head, giving it the same attention one might when spray painting a small piece of art. Jenny ensured the entire head received the same intensity and time of burning, clearly engrossed in the detail of her work. James’ screaming, retching and shaking were completely blocked out by Jenny’s mind. Her entire world during those 30 seconds was consumed with creating a perfect work of charred, blistered art.

When done, the three of them thoroughly admired their work as Jenny, with her gloved hand, moved the entire blacked penis around so they could see every angle. Just touching burned flesh over and over, as she was doing, amplified James’ suffering. The women knew that from their training and were anything but gentle when manipulating his nearly destroyed sex.

They stood up and looked at James, getting a good look at his red face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“You’ve done well so far James. Only a little bit to go on this part” Becky started.

Becky, now wearing thermal gloves, grabbed a metal sound that looked to be about 12” long, lit the torch again and started to warm it up. As she slowly moved the flame back and forth, James tried to look through his exhausted, tear-soaked eyes at the next instrument destined to destroy his penis. While his focus wasn’t great, he clearly saw about 8” of the sound receiving Becky’s attention turned red and eventually white in some spots. James was past struggling in an attempt to avoid what awaited him. His heart did race, however, in anticipation of the new pain. While James focused on the increasingly hot metal sound, Shelly and Jenny donned thermal gloves and knelt down on each side of James’ burnt penis. 

Becky nodded to the 2 ladies indicating that the sound was hot enough and that it was time to insert it into James’ damaged penis. Shelly and Jenny held his charred member straight out from his body and Becky maneuvered the sound to an inch from the head. They squeezed a bit and the tip managed to open up a bit.

Becky looked up at James: “Ok James this is the last part of training on the destruction of your penis. As we already said, most punishments don’t go this far, but we have to properly train for the day when it is appropriate to destroy a penis as thoroughly as we are doing yours. Are you still OK with what we’re about to do?”

James smiled a little and nodded yes.

Shelly interrupted: “No James, we want to hear you say it.”

James’ raspy throat complicated the first few attempts at speaking, but after swallowing, he said “Yes, please burn the inside of my penis until you are satisfied it no longer works. I know it will hurt like everything else so far and that’s OK.”

The ladies smiled and Jenny responded “you’re so good for giving us your body to learn on!”

All eyes focused on his penis as Becky moved the burning red/white sound to its target being held steady by Jenny and Shelly. Despite the trauma experienced so far, James could still feel the heat as the sound got closer and closer. Wasting no time, Becky pushed the burning metal into James’ piss hole, which had the exact intended consequence.

James screamed as loud as anytime so far: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

His body instinctively bucked to avoid the horrible pain but the two ladies did an excellent job holding his penis straight. After momentarily pausing at James’ outburst, Becky continued pushing the white hot sound inside his most sensitive flesh, burning every surface it encountered. James continued screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs as, little by little, his incredibly sensitive penis tube was being melted from the inside.

In under a minute Becky pushed all 8” of the hot sound inside his body, with a couple inches going past the base of his penis. When she realized she probably went too far, she quickly pulled it out. What she saw upon removing the sound surprised her – the tip sealed shut. What she didn’t see was the same thing happening inside the penis - the entire inner lining melted together, completely ending any capability for him to pee or cum until his penis was removed.

Once the deed was done, James again sagged in his bonds. The ladies stood up and complemented each other on a job well done and discussed what they had learned so far. And so far they had kicked his balls until they were nice and swollen and then thoroughly burned the outside and inside of his penis. 

James was in so much pain he barely noticed that the ladies removed his bonds and moved him to the medical bed, laying him on his back and securing his legs to the two attached stirrups. They carefully positioned the stirrups as wide as they could, which spread James’ legs almost straight out from his body. The medical bed also had numerous attachments along both sides to which the ladies secured wide straps across his chest and abdomen. Finally, his arms were pulled above his head, wrists tied together with thick rope and tied to an anchor point on the floor a few feet away. This last little bit really added strain on his arms and shoulders as they were so tightly pulled backwards and down at a sharp angle. The bondage was extremely effective rendering James completely immobile and, once again, helpless to the insults that awaited him.

Shelly was at James’ side looking deep into his red, teary eyes as the other two ladies finished securing him. “What do you think so far James? Was this what you expected?”

James looked up at Shelly as his body was being manipulated by Becky and Jenny.

“I didn’t think everything would hurt so much. Like my cock and balls are still throbbing in pain.”

“Are you happy you volunteered for this?”

“Yeah, I am. I’ve been watching how much you all have been enjoying this and that makes it worth it.”

“That’s good to hear James. You do know that your penis is now destroyed and cannot be used until it’s removed, which won’t happen until we’ve done a few more things to it.”

James nodded. Shelly looked into his eyes expecting more.

“It’s okay. I really don’t mind. I hope you learned everything you wanted.”

“We did. Learning on your body has been super helpful. But we have so much more to do.” She looked up as the bindings were finished up. “We softened up your testicles but it’s time to painfully destroy them as well.”

“You can’t see, but there’s a small super study platform extending from the bed where your testicles are resting. I’m going to start by cutting away your scrotum. This will expose your raw testicles for my two partners here to continue. Jenny will shove a bunch of needles and drive various sized nails through your testicles. With them still inserted, Becky will further tenderize your balls by thoroughly beating them. Becky will continue beating them with a metal meat tenderizer until they’re destroyed. The nails and needles will not be removed and Becky will continue beating on what remains of your flattened testicles to see how well your nerve endings still work. The goal obviously is to cause you as much pain both during and after your testicles are turned to mush.” By this point all three ladies were looking down on James. “Tell us what you think of this.”

“I know painfully destroying testicles is an important part of punishment and hope you find mine to your liking. Take as much time as you want and cause me more pain than the worst employee would deserve. I’ll cry and scream, but try to ignore me. My balls are still super sensitive from the kickings…” Becky poked a finger into his left testicle to confirm and James grunted in pain.

“Oh fuck. Yeah they still hurt so bad so I know anything else you do to them will just hurt so much more.”

Jenny interjected “We certainly hope so. You do have a decision to make, however.” Jenny held a series of nails above James’ head. “You can choose which of these I will drive into your testicles. I’ll explain. As for the nails, the first two are pretty standard roofing nails which are pretty thick and have these ridges all along the surface. They should do quite a bit of damage on their own. The last nail you see here is a screw nail, which is super thick with the ridges of a screw along its surface. This nail would chew up the testicle meat.” Jenny set those down and picked up some needles. “The first couple of needles are knitting needles and the last is actually an ice pick that’s been modified by adding a bunch of downward pointy edges. If these are used on you, they will also completely tear apart your testicle flesh in a truly horrific and painful way. The screw nail and the serrated ice pick are only used on the most extreme of punishments and we don’t have to try them on you today. We can learn what we want from the other needles and nails, but want to give you a choice. So, which of all these would you like us to use on your naked testicles once your scrotum is removed?”

James hung on every word and every instrument of pain that was held above him. He thought for a moment about his response and ultimately said “Honestly you should try them all. Since my balls are still swollen, I hope there’s enough room for you to try all of them.”  James paused before adding “and I hope you have several screw nails and ice picks so you can see what those are like.”

The ladies were definitely pleased. This was one eager learning subject.

Jenny continued, “You continue to make us so proud James. Unfortunately we only have 2 screw nails and one ice pick, but I’ll use the ice pick on your testicles several times. When I pull it out, I’ll twist it which will tear more of your flesh and amplify your pain.”

James nodded in understanding and agreement.

“Okay James,” said Shelly, “I’m going to cut away your scrotum now.”

“Thank you,” replied James.