Originally posted by u/weirdfetishman

"It's a simple job" Mark thought to himself. "Break in. Get the jewels. Get out."

The rivalry between the Gelmer and Obliann clans lasted for almost a century now. A conflict of power, money, prestige, sometimes blood. Stealing the famed Obliann heirloom would greatly shift the financial balance, and just like that, Mark was sent on a mission. Mark, one of Alice Gelmer's most trusted servants.

Being a highly regarded underling of Alice Gelmer was quite a feat. She kept a no mistakes policy among her slaves - disappoint her once, you are castrated, disappoint her the second time, you are killed. Mark still had his balls intact, after half a dozen years of service.

Having now breached the outer fence, he went directly for the back entrance to the Obliann mansion. It's 3 AM, dead of the night. No guards, no servants, just as expected. Was the job going too smooth? A dark blur of motion swooshed by, as if to answer.

Erelia's rest was disturbed. A presence. An enticing presence. A man! Intruder! Her excitement peaked momentarily. "Finally, some fun for me!"

She dropped down from her demonic bellfry, onto the rooftops, ran through them. "Where is he?!" After a few moments of frantic looking around - there, eastern gate. She dropped down onto him, casting her mind-enslaving spell as she did. His mind was under her control before her feet touched the ground.

"What's your name, honourable guest?" she asked, mockingly. She did this of course just to make sure the spell works properly.

"Mark, my lady." It did work. She gently touched his face and chuckled, after having scoured his mind. "A petty Gelmerian thief, why am I not surprised" she thought.

"Do you like fun, Mark?"

"Yes, of course, my lady." He had no chance of replying with anything else, but this statement happened to be true. She had snuck her delicate hand into his trousers, and feeling the pleasant size and weight of his testicles, almost snapped them away with her claws there and then, barely containing her urge. She did stop herself for the simplest of reasons - this wouldn't be enough. To be nourished, she needs to toy with a man, get him through the peaks and valleys of torment and pleasure. An end this quick would leave her hopelessly hungering for more.

"Impressive, you must be serving your mistress well" she said, almost whispering, while toying with his balls. He could not move, he could not resist, he could only observe. Her delicate touch was so impossibly pleasant, that his cock has become erect despite him being positively horrified. She chuckled playfully, seeing him get hard, playing the role of a seductress despite being perfectly aware of his overwhelming fear.

"Let's start the fun, shall we?" she said, her demonic, charcoal black body transforming into... Judy? His crush? She gently bit her lip, squinted a bit and let out a small moan. He knew this was demonic trickery, but his body was fooled all the same. The demoness spoke in Judy's voice: "Wow, you're so huge Mark, I never knew! If I realized this before, I'd let you breed me so long ago. Ah well, we can still make up for it."

Those... were exactly the words to make him horny to his limit. She knelt before him and started sucking his dick, taking it in and out very slowly, but rubbing the tip of his penis in just the right way to maximize his pleasure. Her snake-like, shapeshifting tongue coiled several times around his penis, giving pleasant touch from all directions. Her shark-like teeth poked a little around his shaft, deliberately, to add some spice to the irresistible pleasure. While this was all heaven, what really made him cum his brains out was the look on her face - the look of a woman that worships your cock and would do anything to please you. With the semen explosion still partially dripping from her mouth, she said "yes, this sperm is just right, noone is more fit to breed me. I want your load inside me." While saying that, she assumed the doggy style position, and his entranced body started to participate on its own. But he didn't mind, he'd do exactly the same. He never dared to dream of sex as good as this, yet here he was. He fucked her hard and fast, filling her with his cock's volume, his balls swinging to slap on her from time to time. She gasped and moaned, and her hands grasped the sheets tightly, as a sign of an overwhelming sensation. When did they move to a bedroom? He didn't remember. And it didn't matter. This moment was everything. Her soft, incredibly grabbable hips begged to be used as handles. As he did, he heard "yes, use me Mark, fill me with your superior genes."

The way in which the words were exactly what he needed to hear has turned him completely mindless, overtaken by horniness. There was nothing in this world outside of his blinding desire and the unspeakable pleasure he was experiencing. When he came, the sensation was so fulfilling, he not only felt sexually satisfied to the limit, but even touched spiritually. He never dared to imagine sex reaching the status of a profound spiritual experience.

Still panting after the intercourse, she started to chuckle, to eventually laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, this is going to be so good! I see exactly through you."

She knelt before him, assuming an ironic submissive position, given she was in full control.

"You have a breeding kink! You are proud of being hung and assume you deserve women for it. You see your junk as your most valued possession, which is a big part of why you're so loyal to the infamous Gelmer castratrix. And that's hilarious!"

His body started to visibly shake as he began to fully realize, what is about ro happen.

"Castrating you won't be enough for me. I want not only to destroy your balls, but also your pride, any trace of the delusion of control. You're a man. In this world, you were born to be property, the lowest kind of human. Don't think it's any different just because you're fun to look at."

The demoness, still assuming Judy's form, grabbed him by the scrotum and demanded:

"Beg me to end your manhood. I want your own direct words to be responsible for this."

Despite trying with all his willpower to resist, he wasn't even close to succeeding.

"Castrate me mistress. Take my balls from me. Sever them so that I won't be a real man anymore. Please, I beg of you!"

"With pleasure, darling" she said, laughing at his misfortune, then she ripped his testicles away with inhuman force. She was visibly enjoying this, which, given that she still looked like Judy, was a very confusing experience for him.

"Ooh, I see. I've awakened something in you. I'll do you a favor."

With her claws caressing his chest, she tattooed onto him "eunuch property of Judy" with big, impossible to miss letters. "Enjoy your life of frustration and humiliation, being the ball-less slave of the woman you wanted to fuck so bad." She played with his missing balls right before his eyes, as to rub his defeat extra hard in his face. As to say "they're my trophy now".

With the spell wearing off, he walked through the town naked, bleeding, full of shame. Even though the spell will fully wear off the moment he is seen by Judy when he knocks on her door, his freedom had no chance of ever being restored. Nor him being a man.