A bit long, and I switched in the middle to it being more loving than I started out with, but I think it still works. The ending is rough, but if I go for perfection then I'll just work on this forever and never post it, so here goes. Feedback is welcome!

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Scott woke up groggy and blinking. He wasn’t sure what happened. The last thing he remembered was eating dinner in his dorm room with his girlfriend, Sam. As he came to more fully, he realized he was lying on a lightly padded surface in a dark room he didn’t recognize and he was naked. He tried to move to sit up and cover himself, but found he was restrained with straps over his chest keeping him on the flat surface, hands at his sides. His ankles were also tied down. The best he could do was wiggle a few centimeters and raise his head somewhat, not that that helped him identify where he was. 


  
Just as panic was about to take him, Sam suddenly appeared from the side.


  
“Sam!” Scott exclaimed, “What the hell’s going on here?!? Where am I?! Why am I tied down and how did I get h-“


  
“Shhh,” Sam shushed him, soothingly and brushing his hair back. “Everything’s going to be okay, but I need you to be quiet now.” 


  
“W-what?!? I’m tied to a table in some dark room and you want me to just be quiet about it??” Scott yelled, bewildered.


  
Sam gave him a disappointed frown. “You’ll find out everything soon, I promise. Oh, I didn’t want to have to use this, but I can see you won’t just be quiet and patient so…”


  
Her voice trailed off and suddenly Scott felt a thick padding over his mouth as Sam tied the gag over it, muffling his protests to faint murmurs. 


  
With no other options available to him at the moment, he looked around as best he could to try to at least find out where he was. There were no windows and the walls looked to be made of bare concrete with no paint or decoration to be seen. It was a very large room and the table he was on was at the center. However, other than that the room was empty as far as he could see. Overall, it had the feeling of a basement of a large house, not that he could confirm that.


  
He saw Sam moving and watched her as she went to a door at the side of the room. With a better look at her, he could see she was wearing a short robe that went to her knees and that seemed to be it.
  
Sam open the door, and Scott though he could just make out stairs leading up which further convinced him this was some basement, for all the good that did him.


  
“He’s awake now,” Sam called up the stairs. “I’m ready to begin!”


  
“Begin?” Scott thought to himself, “Just what is she playing at?”


  
Sam stood to the side of the door and a few moments later a line of about 20 people entered the room. They were wearing long crimson robes with hoods that completely covered their features. As the entered, they gathered at the foot of the table he was on, facing him. At one point as they were moving into place, though, one turned enough that he could see they had what looked like Greek letters in gold on the back of the robes.


  
One of the cloaked figures stepped to the front of the group. From under the hood, a female voice spoke out, loud and authoritative. “Supplicant Samantha, why have you come here tonight?”


  
Sam responded in a clear voice, startling Scott. He had been so focused on the cloaked figures that he had not noticed she had moved back beside him, standing just to the left of his head. Sounding as if she reciting rehearsed lines, she replied, “This supplicant calls upon you requesting that she be accepted to the sisterhood.”


  
At hearing the term “sisterhood”, Scott recalled the Greek letters and remembered that he had seen them before. Those were the letters for Kappa Upsilon Theta, the most exclusive sorority on campus. Not much was known about them. They were very secretive, but their former members were some of the most influential women in the world and many of them credited at least part of their success to their time in the sorority. Not much was known about their selection process for new members. One did not apply to join, they came to you. And they were very picky, choosing maybe 1 person per year to join. Sometimes 2 or 3 years would go by without a new member. Scott felt a swell of pride in his girlfriend being chosen by them. This must mean they were in the sorority house. Scott was still tense, but he relaxed a little. This must just be some initiation ritual. But why was \*he\* here, strapped down and naked?


  
The lead woman spoke again, “Supplicant Samantha, we have told you what tasks you must do to join our sisterhood and you have done them. We are pleased but there is one last task. Are you prepared to take the final step to joining us?”


  
Samantha nodded and replied, “I am prepared and have brought the offering.”


  
Scott felt his pulse quicken again. Sam had gestured towards him when she said that last word and he wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.


  
The leader raised a hand and gestured one of the other sisters forward, “Inspect the offering, Sister Sarah.”


  
The other cloaked figure broke from the group and moved to Scott’s legs. She reached out and Scott jumped as her hand reached for his genitals. He stifled a grunt as she took his penis between her fingers, gently moving it this way and that as if examining it. His was an average cock, maybe a little on the small side, but Sam had never complained about it in bed so he was comfortable with it. In spite of the situation, he felt a stir in his loins at the sister’s touch and blushed, though his nerves and the coolness of the room helped keep him from hardening.


  
She finally let his cock go and it flopped back on his belly while her hands moved lower to his balls. He let out a muffled sound of distress as he realized that while he could see her touching them, he couldn’t feel anything.


  
Sam looked to him at the sound and noticed his alarm. She kneeled down close to his ear and spoke gently, “Shh, it’s okay, baby. After you passed out due to the drugs I laced your dinner with, I brought you here and while I waited for you to wake up, I administered an anesthetic to your testicles. You won’t feel anything from that area for at least a few more hours.” She smiled reassuringly as if this should explain everything and stood back up facing the sisters. 


  
The sister handling his jewels seemed to finish her inspection and turned back to the leader. “The offering is acceptable, Head Sister,” she said as she moved back to the group.


  
“Very well,” the leader said. “Samantha, you may begin with the ritual.”


  
“Thank you, Head Sister!” Sam said eagerly. Reaching her hand above Scott’s head, she retrieved something and when she brought it back he could see it was a medium-sized cup. He assumed there must be some tray there out of his view. It reminded him of the medical cups he had to pee in whenever he got a physical and paled a little, hoping he wasn’t going to have to piss in front of a group of onlookers. 


  
Sam moved down the table and put the cup down on the table somewhere between his legs before facing him. Smiling, she untied the short robe and let it fall, leaving her nude before him. 
  
He had seen her naked a number of times, of course, but he was always stunned by her. Her dark, brown eyes looked into his, sparkling with excitement and her lips were upturned in a mischievous smile. Her long, black hair was swept behind her shoulders, giving him an unimpeded view of her pert, C cup breasts, the dark pink nipples already hard and standing out against her pale skin. Her body was fit and lean, showing the results of a woman who exercised regularly and between her toned thighs. Between her legs was a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair and the dim light of the room glistened off the moisture already gathering on her labia. 


  
Despite the oddness of the situation and his nervousness, his cock hardened almost immediately as he looked at her. Her smile grew wider at this as she leaned down to his groin, took his cock in her soft hand and slowly swirled her tongue around the head before taking it between her lips. 


  
Scott laid his head back and groaned low in his throat as Sam took him deep into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat, before slowly pulling back, then repeating. While Scott had had a couple of girlfriends before Sam, none of them had ever come close to matching her skill at giving a blowjob. At her urging, he shaved regularly keeping his cock and balls smooth and hair free which she said made the whole act more enjoyable for her as well as for him. 


  
Sam, it seems, did not intend to get him off with her mouth this time, though. Once his cock was coated with her saliva, she rose once more. Scott’s cock twitched in the air in time with his heartbeat, begging for attention once more. 


  
Sam wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking lightly as she climbed up on the table and straddled him. Smiling down at him, she positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, then slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself on him. The saliva and her wetness allowed him to comfortably slide between her puffy labia and Scott’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself embraced by her soft heat. 


  
Her walls gripped his dick snugly, milking him as she began to raise and lower herself. Sam continued to ride him, gazing into his eyes as she began to squeeze her own breasts and tease her nipples. Scott had never tried bondage before, but he suddenly got why people liked it. The fact that he was unable to move while she hilted him over and over made the entire experience almost unbearably erotic.


  
Though he was still unable to feel anything from his balls, he felt a tension growing in his groin and knew he was close. Suddenly, to Scott’s surprise, Sam lifted up until his cock slid from her fully, then sat back on his thighs. She grabbed up the cup from before and held it near Scott’s cock tip while stroking it swiftly with the other. 


  
Scott finally came and Sam aimed his cock so that the jets of cum poured into the cup. He watched as it filled with his semen until he was down to a few final spurts. Sam sealed the cup, then leaned down and sucked on his hard but softening penis, seemingly trying to drain him of every drop he had. 


  
Sam smiled down at Scott as she slipped off of the table, then turned and took the semen-filled cup to the lead sister and handed it over. The cloaked woman held it up, as if appraising it, then secreted it somewhere within her robes. 


  
“Well done, supplicant. There is one more step to the ritual. Complete it and you will be welcomed as the newest member of our sisterhood.”


  
Sam turned back around to face Scott, and while she still had a post-sex glow to her and an excited smile, he noticed a little bit of nervousness on her features as well. She walked to the head of the table and leaned down to speak to him again.


  
“Okay, honey. You’re going to need to be very brave for this part. I can’t miss this chance to join them and you always said you’d do ANYTHING for me. Just remember that I love you, no matter what happens.”


  
That sent a chill down Scott’s spine even as Sam kissed him, or more specifically, kissed the gag that was still covering his mouth. That nervous chill bloomed into terror as she suddenly rolled a tray from the head of the bed down to the other end and he saw scapels, scissors, and other various surgical instruments on it. Sam fiddled with some mechanism at the foot of the bed that he couldn’t see and suddenly she was moving his legs. The lower half of the bed converted into some sort of stirrups and she drew his legs up and apart as the cloaked sisters drew close around, looking at his lower half. 


  
Scott breathed deeply in and out through his nose, trying to calm himself. Surely, this was just part of some symbolic ritual. Sam wouldn’t do what it looks like she’s about to. Yes, that’s it. This is just some weird, pretend ceremony…..right?


  
Looking down his chest towards his groin, he watched as Sam first took a measure of medical tape and taped his now flaccid cock to his belly, lifting it up and leaving his nuts exposed and completely unprotected.


  
Any hope Scott had that this was all some sort of prank or act evaporated as Sam picked up a scalpel with one hand, cupped his scrotum with the other, and began to make an incision down his sack. Thanks to the anesthetic, Scott felt nothing, but the repositioning of his legs had raised his hips just slightly enough that he was able to watch Sam work. 


  
Scott’s mind slipped slightly as he watched. The terror somehow ebbed as he watched. While he knew that it was his scrotum Sam was cutting into, the lack of any sort of sensation caused to feel a disassociation with it, almost as if he was watching it happen to someone else.


  
After making a large enough incision, Sam slowly began massaging and squeezing Scott’s sack, working on his left nut until it finally popped through the opening. Scott stared at the pink orb outside of its shelter looking so vulnerable and fragile. Sam continued her work, deftly tying off the cords supplying the testicle with life-giving blood as well as sealing off the tube through which his semen had pumped just minutes ago.


  
Sam picked up the surgical scissors and, with odd tenderness, snipped the cords just below the ties, severing the orb. She held the orb as she opened a jar filled with some sort of clear liquid, then dropped it in. 


  
As Scott watched it slowly sink to the bottom of the jar, he had several realizations hit him at once.
  
First, yes this was really happening. His girlfriend was really castrating him right now.


  
Two, there was nothing he could do to keep it from happening. This felt oddly comforting to him. There was no point in resisting and actually might end up accidentally causing more harm to him. Sam was being very careful in her movements, so she didn’t seem to want to really hurt him. If he started to writhe around, she might slip or nick something she didn’t intend to. 


  
With a sigh, he resigned himself to watching as Sam began a second incision and once again massaged his sack until his remaining testicle was exposed. She once more tied off the cords and took up the scissors, but right as she positioned them, she looked up and caught Scott’s eye. She was biting her lip nervously.


  
Surprisingly to himself, Scott found himself having a third relevation. When he had said he had told her he would do anything for her, he meant it and if this meant giving up his balls to help her achieve her dreams, it was a price he was willing to pay. He had accepted what was going to happen and he wanted her to do it, if that is what she must do. He nodded at her, silently encouraging her to go through with it.


  
Sam smiled at him lovingly. Then, with a final snip, Scott was fully castrated. Sam dropped the testicle into the jar to join its twin and then sealed it. Scott knew that he should feel a sense of loss, but instead all he could feel was love for his girlfriend and a weird sense of pride that it was his sacrifice that helped her.


  
Sam turned to the head sister and handed her the jar. “It is done!” the leader said. “We welcome you, Sister Samantha!”


  
The surrounding figures began applauding except for two who quickly moved in and began working at Scott’s genitals, cleaning and tending to the cuts. With two set of hands moving around, Scott could no longer see what they were doing, but he was distracted watching Sam as the Head Sister handed her her own set of crimson robes, which Sam quickly donned, sans the concealing hood. The Head Sister then handed her the jar and drew the cup of Scott’s seed from her robes and handed that to Sam as well. 


  
“Join us upstairs when you are ready, for we have a few things to discuss with you,” the head sister intoned before leaving, the other sisters following suit, including the two that had been working on Scott, apparently finished.


  
After they left, Sam went over to Scott and finally removed his gag. Before he could speak, she kissed him lovingly and he responded as best he could in his current position. 


  
“Oh Scott, honey, you were so good! I knew you would come through for me where no one else would. I’m going to keep this jar next on my nightstand forever so I’ll never forget what you gave up for me. And one day, if we want to have a child together, I’ve got this to work with!” she held up the semen sample jar with a beaming smile before pocketing it within the robe. 


  
“Oh and look down. They’ve left you a gift at my request.”


  
Scott hesistated, not sure he was ready, but finally forced himself to look and noticed that while there were two stitched up cuts on his scrotum, the sack was most definitely not empty. Two large, firm round shapes filled the sack and he looked back at Sam in confusion.


  
“Prosthetics!” Sam chirped, excitedly. “Now no one will know about this except you, me, and the sisters. “Oh, I love you so much, Scott!”


  
“And I love you,” Scott replied. “And I’d gladly give them up again if I could.”


  
Sam, once again kissed him. Then held up a syringe. 


  
“Scott, honey, this is a sedative to help you sleep while you heal. When you wake up, we’ll be back in the dorm and we can talk about our life going forward. I have to go talk to my new sisters now.”


  
Scott nodded and told her to go ahead. He felt the prick of the syringe in his arm, then the heavy fatigue flowing through him. He closed his eyes and fell into dreamless sleep.