*I wanted to try writing something a little darker than my last story. Again, it’s not perfect, but if I don’t force myself to stop and post a story, I’ll just keep typing at it before I just give up and it’ll never get posted. I love comments and feedback!*
  
*WARNING: In addition to forced castration this story also contains non-consensual cock and ball torture and water sports.* 
  
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“UGH! Keith, you fucking pervert! I knew it was you!” Becky yelled in disgust as she violently yanked the scrawny boy from the locker. He yelped as he fell face-first to the floor, his pants and underwear around his ankles tripping him up. He rolled to his back and put his hands over his stubby cock, but not before the group surrounding him was able to see that it was hard and slimy with precum.
  

  
Becky turned to the rest of the university’s womens’ soccer team assembled in their locker room with a triumphant look. “I told you someone was hiding in here when we came back to shower and change after practice! And...wait. What the FUCK is that?!?”
  

  
Becky suddenly bent down and grabbed one of Keith’s wrist, wrenching his hand away from his groin and pulling some sort of fabric from his grip.
  

  
“Oh my god! Sasha, these are your panties, aren’t they? This little creep was using them to jerk off while spying on us and we haven’t even started to change yet! What a fucking freak!”
  

  
Becky suddenly gave Keith a hard slap to the face that sent him sprawling on his back with another yelp, one hand covering where she had struck him and the other still hiding his cock.
  

  
The girls gathered around the cringing, whimpering boy with looks of revulsion and anger on their faces. “Well, Becky, I have to admit you were right. So, now that we’ve caught him, I’ll call the campus cops.” Sandra began digging through her gym bag to find her phone.
  

  
“No, wait,” Becky said in a low, dangerous voice, staring daggers at Keith, “They’ll just expel him and maybe he’ll serve some jail time. No, he needs to be punished for this. We need to make sure that he never even THINKS about pulling something like this again.”
  

  
She gestured towards Keith, “Girls, get him up on that bench and hold him.”
  

  
Keith felt two of the team members suddenly grabbing his shoulders. The hauled him up, then sat him length-wise on one of the benches, holding his arms back. With his hands restrained, his genitals were exposed to everyone in the locker room. He was sporting a boner, though more in fear than arousal and he blushed as he heard some of the girls commenting on his junk. Even at its most erect, his dick was only barely over 3 inches, though oddly he also had a pair of decently-sized balls, each about the size of a plum.
  

  
He swallowed hard, then summoned enough courage to actually look up at Becky.
  

  
“P-please, just let me go! I’m sorry! Really! I swear I’ll never do anything like this again. I-I’ll even drop out of the university if you want! You’ll never see me again!”
  

  
Becky sneered at him as he begged then slapped him again so hard that it left his ear ringing.
  

  
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! We don’t want to hear you begging and whining! In fact,” here she turned to Sasha and held up the panties she’d taken from Keigh, “do you want these back after he’s been getting off with them?”
  

  
“Oh FUCK no,” Sasha replied with a shudder. “ I could never even touch them again knowing they’ve been touching his pathetic cock, much less wear them.”
  

  
“Great! Well, then Keith,” Becky said, turning back to him. “Looks like you get to keep these. Open your mouth.”
  

  
Keith thought about refusing but only for a second seeing the look in Becky’s eyes and knowing that things would only be worse for him if he did. He hesistantly opened his mouth and Becky quickly shoved the undergarment in. 
  

  
“There, that should shut you up. Hm…” Becky paused and tapped her chin in thought. Suddenly she got a sadistic grin. Keith’s eyes bulged as she suddenly began pulling down her soccer shorts and panties, leaving her bare from the waist down, save for her socks and shoes. The other girls gasped at this.
  

  
“Everyone, take off your shorts and give me your panties. If he likes them against him so much, he just LOVE this.” she said the last sarcastically before shoving her own panties into his mouth as well, fully gagging him. He was forced to breathe through his nose and his eyes watered as the smell of her panties, still sweaty from soccer practice, over powered everything else around him. 
  

  
The other team members were reluctant, but eventually all of the girls were bottomless and Becky now had a small pile of underwear near her. 
  

  
“Alexandra, Mikaela, you’re both good with knots. Use these to tie him down. Just bind his ankles and wrists to the bench legs.”
  

  
The two girls set about their task and soon stepped back, Keith now gagged and restrained on his back on the bench.
  

  
Becky laughed cruelly at the look on Keith’s face. “Oh, now what’s the matter, Keith? You look worried. But look, we’re all standing here with our pants off. Isn’t this what you came here to see?  To spy on us tug at that little twig you call a dick pretending it was one of our pussies you were thrusting into instead of just your sweaty hand? Here, I’ll even give you a good look!”
  

  
She stormed over to the bench and straddled his head, the up close view of her pussy filling his vision. 
  

  
“But you know something, I really need to piss. And I don’t see a reason to leave just for your sake!” she commented. She reached down and spread her labia, Keith getting a look at the pink skin of her vagina. The smell of sweat and her musk became even stronger and his head swam. For her part, Becky titled her head back, sighed, and suddenly a river of hot, acrid-smelling liquid began spraying on his face. She was peeing on him! 
  

  
There was a murmur from the rest of the team witnessing this sudden act of degradation, but Becky didn’t care and Keith couldn’t hear it. He turned his head side to side in useless effort to dodge the flow, the urine stinging his eyes and soaking through the gag. 
  

  
He didn’t know if Becky knew it or not, but she was actually enacting one of his deepest, darkest fantasies and as much as he tried to control it, he could feel a tension in his groin. The edging he had done before, the eyeful of the entire soccer team bottomless, and now this all conspired against him to carry him to his limit. As Becky’s stream finally tapered off and finished, she gasped in surprise as she felt a warm spatter hit her backside. 
  

  
Looking behind her, she saw a broken line of white liquid along the boy’s body staining his shirt and a puddle on his belly and abdomen, now trickling down his hips and thighs. 
  

  
“Oh. My. God,” she breathed, looking back down at him in disgust as she stopped straddling him. “Did you really just cum from me pissing on you?!? You really are a little freak, aren’t you??”
  

  
Becky turned to her team mates. “Girls, it’s obvious that he’s a total degenerate. He cannot control himself and no matter what he says, if we don’t do something now, he’s just going to be back to these old tricks again.”
  

  
Sandra spoke up, “W-what are you suggesting, Becky?” she asked, cautiously. “Won’t this be going too far for a Peeping Tom?”
  

  
Becky just looked at Sandra for a minute in disbelief, then snapped her fingers. “Oh that’s right! I haven’t told you how I found out about Keith, have I? Girls, he isn’t just a Peeping Tom and this isn’t the first time he’s done this. About two months ago, I noticed that some of my panties would go missing from time to time when I left the dryer unattended in the communal laundry room. I thought it was just me forgetting something, kind of like how socks will seemingly disappear but then I overheard you girls talking about similar issues. That’s when I first suspected something more was going on.”
  

  
“The next oddity was a month ago when instead of going missing, I would find my underwear in my locker not where I left it and with a strange stain on it. I’ve had enough boyfriends that I know what a cum stain looks like and while I’ve sometimes gotten myself off in my panties, I knew I hadn’t done that with those.”
  

  
“The final puzzle piece I discovered last week. Girls, you are going to want to brace yourself for this. I have an ex-boyfriend who works in the campus IT department and he called me up. He has a fetish for voyeur porn and a friend of his told him about a new site he had found. Judging by the date stamps, it had been running for the past two months and it was full of voyeur porn. It had all been carefully edited to obscure faces, voices, and locations making it almost impossible to determine who the subjects were or where it was filmed. But one location was a favorite with a full quarter of the videos being filmed in a locker room through a locker door grating. He didn’t think much of it since there was a disclaimer on the site saying that all the “actresses” had agreed to be filmed and there was nothing to identify the location other than it being a locker room.”
  

  
“But then he noticed something. One of the girls in the video had a very distinct tattoo on her inner thigh. One he had only seen before when he was dating me. One you girls have likely only seen when we have been showering or changing. He realized that it was me and that I would never agree to a video like that being made public and wanted to let me know.”
  

  
The girls looked at her with growing expressions of horror. “That’s right. He hasn’t just been getting his rocks off watching us. He’s been filming us, too, and putting it out on the internet for the world to see. My friend got the ISP to pull the site down, but before they did he managed to look up stats for the site. It was being viewed by hundreds of people a day, many of them from this very campus. Keith had also set up a donations page so who knows how much money he was making off of us!”
  

  
“As I said, the videos on the site are edited, but who knows if he has shared the unedited footage with anyone or told anyone where the videos are from? How many of his creepy friends have seen those videos and then sat with you in class or saw you on campus, knowing what you look like naked? And like I said, there are other videos than just the locker room. He might have been recording you fucking your boyfriend or going down on your girlfriend or just getting yourself off on your own!”
  

  
“Now, do you think I’ve done enough, or do you agree that we need to do something more permanent?”
  

  
Keith had become paler and paler as Becky laid out everything he had been doing for the past few months. As she finished, their looks of shock and horror had turned to ones of fury. There was no mercy to be found in the icy looks that came his way and he was acutely aware of exactly how vulnerable and exposed he was at the moment. He had no way to prevent whatever Becky was going to propose.
  

  
Sandra, the former voice of caution, spoke again, her voice deadly. “So, Becky, what were you thinking? I think we are all behind you now.”
  

  
Becky looked to Keith and smiled sadistically. “Well, girls, I say we resolve this by removing what got this pervert into trouble in the first place. It’s only 3pm. I say that before the day is over, we make sure his pathetic little cock and balls never cause anyone trouble again.”
  

  
The girls all nodded and murmured in agreement and asked Becky if she had a plan.
  

  
Becky went to her gym bag and began rummaging through it, “Of course, ladies, you know I always come prepared!” she said cheerily. From her bag she produced an odd-looking tool. It looked similar to a pair of pliers.
  

  
“I got this from the large animal clinic at the university’s veterinary college. Since that’s my major I was able to take this without anyone noticing and I’ll slip it back before it’s missed. It’s called an elastrator.”
  

  
Becky began fitting something to one end of the device, then squeezed the handles and they saw that it was a rubber band, now stretched wide. “We simply use this to fit a tight band around the neck of a bull’s scrotum. The band then squeezes off the vessels to the testicles, starving them of blood and oxygen until they die. And that’s how you get a steer.”
  

  
Keith’s eyes went wide and his face turned white as he realized what she intended to do to him. He looked around at the other women, but everyone had a predatory smile, all clearly on board. 
  

  
“That’s right, Keith,” Becky said. “I hope you enjoyed your little orgasm just a moment ago. It’s the last one you’ll ever have! Now, hold his hips still!”
  

  
Becky gestured to two of her nearby team mates who went over to Keith. Grabbing a towel, one quickly wiped up the spilled cum then they held his hips in place, preventing him from trying to delay the inevitable. With practiced ease, Becky hefted his sack in one hand and manipulated his orbs through the middle of the band. Once she had done so, she positioned it as close to his body as she could, then slowly released the handles, the band closing in and sealing the fate of his nuts.
  

  
Slowly, Keith felt a tightening pressure around his groin as the band constricted further and further. As it tightened it also became more and more painful. By the time, Becky had finally fully released the band, he was gritting his teeth (or as close as he could with the pee-soaked gag in him mouth) and breathing heavily, whimpering in his throat.
  

  
Becky stood up and watched him for a few moments, clearly reveling in his winching expression and sounds of pain.
  

  
“Well, team, now we could just wait for a bit until his balls have been banded long enough to die out or….we could get a little payback.”
  

  
The other girls nodded their assent, waiting for her to continue.
  

  
“Well, when we took off our bottoms earlier, I noticed that we all kept our shoes on. In particular, since we just came in from practice, we all kept our \*cleated\* shoes on. Since this fucker isn’t going to have his nuts for much longer, what say we make sure to leave him a lasting memory of that special pain only men can feel, eh?”
  

  
With that, Becky walked to the end of the bench and looked at Keith’s helpless, banded nuts, already beginning to darken. Giving him a vicious smile, she raised her foot and then stomped down on his plump nuts, making sure to drive her cleats into the spongy flesh. 
  

  
If Keith thought the bands hurt, it was nothing compared to this. Agony exploded from his groin and radiated through his entire body. His howl of pain was muffled by the gag as he involuntarily and ineffectually shook and convulsed, held fast to the bench.
  

  
Becky watched him, delighting in his every painful expression until it began to die down. Then she turned to her team mates. 
  

  
“Next?”
  

  
The team began to form a sort of line from the foot of the bench. Sasha came up and spat on his chest in disgust. “Those panties you ruined? Those were from Victoria’s Secret. They weren’t cheap and were supposed to be a surprise for my boyfriend you little bastard!”
  

  
And with that, Sasha gave his aching nuts yet another vicious stomp. More pain shot through Keith and he let out another agonized howl. Sasha stepped away and began to walk off. Becky, standing nearby as a kind of supervisor of the proceedings asked her where she was going to which Sasha said she needed to pee. Becky just grinned.
  

  
“Why don’t you just use our little urinal right here?” she said. Sasha smiled and straddled Keith’s face like Becky had before. Keith stared up at Sasha’s lips spread above him but barely registered due to the aching in his groin. He dimly thought that his abused jewels might as least get a moment’s respite, but just as Sasha began to empty her bladder over his face, he felt another cleated foot smash down and the pain blossomed anew. With Sasha’s groin blocking his view and her urine stinging his eyes, he’d not seen Sarah approach and had no chance to brace himself, making the pain somehow worse. He inhaled sharply through his nose, only to draw some of the piss through his nostrils, causing him to cough into the sopping panties in his mouth as he felt the liquid slide down his throat. This was soon joined by more as the completely sodden gag now kept a steady trickle of urine coating his tongue and forcing him to swallow or choke.
  

  
Becky stood watch as the entire team took their turns punishing Keith’s nuts. Some would drive down with their heel, others would grind with the toe of their shoe. Angela actually stood on the next bench in the line and attempted to kick directly into the balls, but she only struck a glancing blow and nearly fell off the bench so she settled for a particularly vicious stomp and the team agreed that the “kick technique” was just too risky to attempt. Additionally, whenever any of the girls needed to relieve themselves, they would just follow the example set by Becky and Sasha, straddling Keith’s agonized face and dousing him with another hot stream of liquid.
  

  
For his part, Keith’s world was now just one of constant pain centered around his groin. After the first five or six blows, he barely registered the ones after that, only noticed a slight incline in the continuous agony in his groin. He found himself unable to focus on anything else other than the pain, not even really noticing when one of the girls would spray him with a fresh coat of piss. He drank down the stream working through his gag into his mouth automatically, not even thinking about doing so.
  

  
Once every team mate had had their shot, Becky held up a hand calling for a pause. She then bent down to examine Keith’s battered sack. The abuse had caused it to swell from its previous size of two plump plums. His entire scrotum was now about the size of a pear and worryingly misshapen (if anyone other than Keith was actually worried about the long-term health of his nuts, that is). They had now taken on a deep, dark purple color both from bruising and the band’s constriction continued to strangle his testicles.
  

  
Becky stood and turned to her team mates once more. “Well, ladies, his balls aren’t much longer for this world! I think we have enough time for everyone to get one more go at them. Let’s make these ones count!”
  

  
With that, she turned back to Keith and drove her heel into his sack for the second time, making sure to put as much of her weight behind it and griding her cleats in. She could tell that his nuts were definitely getting flattened by her foot, but she marveled that they still seemed to be holding up. She was sure they would have ruptured by the 4th or 5th girl had had their go.
  

  
Keith had just started to recover from the abuse thus far when Becky made her second attack. He had no more energy to scream and just fell back, mind going blank of anything other than the pain.
  

  
As Meghan came up and raised her leg for her second turn, Becky suddenly noticed that the other girl’s shaved pussy was positively drenched and she knew she hadn’t been one of the ones who had used Keith as her urinal, so it could only be arousal. 
  

  
Grinning, she walked up behind Meghan as she moved aside for the next girl’s turn. Becky slipped her arms around her team mate and up over her breasts. Even through Meghan’s top, she could feel her hardened nipples. She pressed up close and whispered into Meghan’s ear, “I saw how wet you are. You’re getting off on this, you dirty girl.”
  

  
Meghan let out a shuddering sigh as Becky’s hands moved over her chest. “I don’t know what’s come over me,” she said huskily. “I never thought I’d enjoy something like this, but something about how we are destroying the one thing that makes him a male is just….Mmmm,” she trailed off into a moan.
  

  
“How about I keep you company while we watch the rest of the team go and then you are going to love what I have in mind for the big finale,” Becky whispered hotly as she began pulling up Meghan’s top.
  

  
Meghan nodded as her breasts slipped free and one of Becky hands immediately went to her nipple, tugging and tweaking it. Her other hand slid down Meghan’s body until it found its way between her legs and begin stroking at her swollen lips, almost dripping with her arousal.
  

  
As another girl raised her foot and brought it down, Becky easily slipped two fingers into Meghan’s sex and began to move them in and out while pressing into her clit with her palm. She began to nibble and kiss at Meghan’s neck. The other girl for her part brought one hand to Becky’s cheek and the other behind to press her closer. As the next team mate to take her turn brought her foot down with a particularly loud thud, Meghan moaned and came, drenching Becky’s hand. 
  

  
Becky didn’t relent, bringing Meghan to one orgasm after another as they watched their team mates continuing to wreck the little pervert’s testicles, each stomp causing them to become darker, more swollen, and more misshapen. 
  

  
Finally, the entire team had again gone through their rotation and Becky once more called for a pause. She withdrew her hand from Meghan and helped the girl regain her shaky legs against a locker before returning to the bench. She licked her hand as she went, enjoying the taste of Meghan and making a mental note to look her up again after tonight.
  

  
Benchside once more, she wiped the remainder of Meghan’s orgasms off of her hand onto her shirt, then knelt to inspect Keith’s nuts. 
  

  
The abused sack was now an alarming blue-black color. She prodded it experimentally a few times here and there, then announced to her team mates gathered around. “Oh yeah, this left nut is definitely ruptured. I don’t know if his right one is still intact, but it must be damaged beyond repair at this point. Even if not, that band will have killed them both anyway. The only thing that can be done now is to remove them. Oh, our subject seems to have passed out. Hand me that towel, please.”
  

  
Alexandra picked up the towel they had used earlier to wipe up Keith’s cum and handed it over. Becky moved to Keith’s head and wiped the piss from his cheeks and gently pulled the ruined and soaked panties from his mouth. She gently slapped his cheeks a few times before he blinked and came around. 
  

  
He worked his jaw and noticed he was no longer gagged. He looked at her, beaten and resigned. “I-is it over? I…I don’t feel pain anymore. I don’t feel anything down there anymore.”
  

  
Becky smiled, “That’s right, Keith. Your balls are dead now. You’ll never feel anything from them anymore. We’re going to drop you off at a hospital in a while and they’re going to have to cut them off. Your punishment is nearly over.”
  

  
Here, Becky’s smile once more turned sadistic, “However, nearly over isn’t completely over. There is one more thing and I wanted to make sure you were awake to see it.” 
  

  
Abruptly she shoved the gag back in his mouth and looked to Jennifer. “Grab his head and make sure he looks down at this. I want this image to stick with him.”
  

  
Keith’s began breathing heavily, fear once again sparking in him. What more was there she could do to him?
  

  
Becky went to her bag and came back, holding something behind her back. Kneeling at Keith’s legs, she looked into his eyes. “I told you your balls are dead and that’s true. They’ll have to come off, but I’ll leave that to the professionals. However, I also said I wanted to put a permanent end to your actions. And for that, well, there’s one more thing that’ll have to be removed.”
  

  
Keith could only stare in shock as Becky revealed the surgical knife she had retrieved while her other hand gripped his penis. He was forced to watch as she placed the blade at the very base of the organ and began cutting into it. He barely noticed the pain as he sat stunned watching the blade move through the shaft. After a few seconds which felt like hours, Becky’s hand holding his cock came away from his body still holding the organ. He stared at the bloody spot where it had been before Becky quickly secured a thick gauze pad to the wound. 
  

  
“Oh, Keith,” Becky called, drawing his attention from his groin to her. She stood holding his cock in her hand and then dropped it, his eyes following it as it plopped to the seat of the bench next to him. As he still struggled to process that that was his dick, no longer connected to him, she planted her foot on it heavily and began to grind and press her cleats into the amputated organ.
  

  
After a few minutes, she lifted her foot and where Keith’s severed dick had been was now just a ground up pink mush. It was at this point that Keith fainted once more. 
  

  
About 45 minutes later, EMTs responded to an anonymous 9-1-1 call and found Keith in his dorm, unconscious. They rushed him to the hospital and the emergency staff indeed had to fully castrate him, leaving him as a eunuch for the rest of his life. 
  

  
A few weeks after he recovered, Keith dropped out of college and left the state. No one really knew what happened to him after that.
  

  
The soccer team, for their part, went on to win the national championship that year.