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He did not understand what was about to happen. Aunt Vicky had given him a nice warm cup of tea spiked with an arousal/sedative drug. He was lying on her bed nude with his legs spread open. He couldn't figure out why he had no desire to close them. His well-developed testicles rested heavily on the bed with his large penis semi rigid.
  

  
Aunt Vicky glanced at her nephew. She was an attractive, large breasted woman of 32. She adored the boy but was quite concerned about how his hormones were now changing their relationship. He had just turned 18, and she'd caught him glancing at her giant breasts several times. To be fair, she did enjoy wearing flimsy demi-cup push-up bras under tight shirts. The wardrobe was the perfect tool for selecting men in need of clinical "taming" or just a milking (the choice was hers) at the prison where she worked. 
  

  
Her suspicions were confirmed; his sac was gigantic, hairless, and rested heavily on her silky sheets. She quite enjoyed the men with large testicles, but it was necessary to drug them before their procedure. Informing them that their testicles needed to be removed could cause quite a stir!
  

  
She entered the room, smiled at the young boy and sat next to him. Her breasts heaved provocatively under her tight shirt. 
  

  
"Billy," she softly spoke, "you do know how much I love you, don't you?" 
  

  
The semi-conscious boy smiled and nodded, feeling embarrassed yet strangely comfortable. Despite his drugged state, his penis began erecting at the sight of her so close. Vicky smiled again, aware of his struggle not to look at her jutting breasts.
  

  
She continued, "It's time I performed a simple procedure on you Billy. Your testicles are just too big and heavy." 
  

  
Billy watched in frozen embarrassment as she casually lifted his large, swollen balls. She smiled sympathetically.
  

  
Try as he might, the sight of her large, tightly clad breasts, the feel of her hands lifting his heavy nuts caused his penis to become fully erect.
  

  
"You poor thing!" Vicky said in a maternal tone as she calmly lifted his member away from his sack. "You've let your big balls get way too full." she said softly and hefted his gonads as if measuring their weight. 
  

  
Billy groaned with embarrassment but the drug in his drink kept him docile while mounting his arousal. 
  

  
“We cannot expect your penis to behave if he's not ejaculated at least once a day." Vicky observed, as she squeezed his shaft gently beneath the head.
  

  
Billy saw his beautiful aunt remove a device from her nearby table. It looked like some sort of clamping tool. He watched, as if in a dream, as she carefully placed his large, bloated sack into it.
  

  
"There we are Billy.” Vicky reassured him. “Just relax. This is going to feel a little snug." 
  

  
She began squeezing the handles of the device gently. This caused his balls to be pushed to the bottom of his sack nice and slow. Then he felt something closing tightly around the top of his scrotum. 
  

  
“Don’t worry, Billy. That’s just my Testicle Choker." She smiled coyly. "It makes balls nice and snug. Nurses use it when they need to take a sperm sample." 
  

  
Billy glanced between his legs, he saw his balls pressed into a tight, fat ball at the end of his now doubly crimped scrotal neck. 
  

  
Vicky continued, "Crimping a man's scrotum makes his ejaculation more manageable - instead of strong, messy spurts the nurse gets a nice, controlled dribble." She smiled, holding his tight testicles calmingly. "The nurses at the sperm bank use it to accurately supervise a man's ejaculation." 
  

  
Billy's face was red with embarrassment. He tried not to think about the humiliating, yet arousing, procedure. However, as the drug took more affect, he thought only of how her small pink top contoured perfectly to her giant breasts, clearly revealing the half-cup push-up bra underneath.
  

  
"We should really have you ejaculate, and normally I’d be happy to let these overfull nuts release some tension. But I don't like doing it without my little milker. It’s a fun device. It’s completely automated, has a penis sleave which gently pumps and vibrates until I decide he’s done ejaculating, and has a sperm-collection container so there’s no mess.” 
  

  
As she spoke, Vicky reached down and began holding Billy’s balls, lovingly passing his straining lump back-and-forth between her soft, manicured hands. With a calm, 'I know what's best' look, she squeezed his nuts playfully.
  

  
“Billy, you’re becoming a man, something to celebrate usually. However, I’ve noticed your behavior. I know it’s difficult for you. The easiest thing I can do to help you is use the milker on you, release all that pent up jizz, and help calm you down for a while. Unfortunately, just before you came over, my friend borrowed the sperm-collection container." 
  

  
Vicky reached for the penis sleeve and was now holding a smooth black tube with a cute little pink bow at the top. "I’m sorry Billy, I was just going to milk you today but, without the collection cup to catch your mess, I can't let you spurt." She smiled gently. "I just don't want any on my new shirt." She sighed and innocently stuck her chest out, slowly moving her massive breasts from side-to-side, showing him exactly where she didn't want his mess. ”I’m sure you understand.”
  

  
Billy groaned and frowned in his half daze. "There, there." Vicky cooed, cupping his heavy package in her left palm, pulling his balls forward. "That only leaves us with one option, Billy.  I'll have to remove your balls." she said sweetly. 
  

  
What? Had he heard right? He started to panic. For a moment his senses returned. He recognized her breasts for the distraction they were. He tried to move but was overcome with a relaxed sense of purpose. Her gentle grip on his on his bloated genitals made him feel and safe in Aunt Vicky's soft, feminine hands. 
  

  
"That's right Billy, your auntie's going to take them nice and full." Letting his meaty lump rest on the silky sheets, she slid his penis into the sheath. She continued, "I'll let the milker get you nice and close before I take your balls." 
  

  
The black tube felt smooth as she slid it down his giant, erect penis. It felt rather snug, probably not made for a penis of his girth, but the length was just right - it came to rest under his head, leaving it to swell unchecked. 
  

  
"Oh dear, it's enormous!" she cooed in awe. 
  

  
Carefully trailing a finger across his tight, shiny cock-head, she reached for a switch. Billy groaned in response to the soft hum as the milker started to pump his shaft. Aunt Vicky smiled and wrapped her perfectly manicured hands around the black shaft. 
  

  
"The milker makes most men dribble in less than a minute." she said with a smile, pointing his straining, choked head at the deep valley between her massive breasts. "Be a good boy and tell me before you let go." she whispered, holding up a little pink pair of scissors. She giggled and snipped the air playfully, "We wouldn’t want you dribbling on my breasts, would we?" she laughed. Billy's embarrassment with her large breasts was so cute.
  

  
The milker continued steadily, pumping and vibrating with a predictable pattern. The head of his penis flared to the size on an apple, pulsing steadily with the rhythm of the milking machine. It looked almost feminine with the little pink bow so close to his pulsing penis-head. Aunt Vicky was so beautiful - she watched his tormented penis with a big smile on her face. Men were so cute when faced with this dilemma - an erotic situation soon to be ended by a busty woman and her cute little scissors.
  

  
She placed her scissors between the tight crimpings on his nicely stretched scrotum and hefted his fat testicle-lump with her other hand. "It’s such a shame to neuter a virile young man like you. I bet so many women would lust over your penis. I feel bad. I swear I was just going to milk you, but we really don’t have any other options. Your balls feel so full." she smiled. "I'll hold them nice and safe when they come off - I always weigh the big ones." Billy was moaning with lust now, feeling her pull his nuts expectantly. "I'm going to watch your piss-slit Billy." She was squeezing now, "When it starts to open, I'll give you a little snip before you let out any mess..." She made her point by gently squeezing the handles, allowing him to feel a slight compression of steel on his banded sack.
  

  
Billy started grunting, thrusting his hips ever-so-slightly. "There's a good boy." Aunt Vicky said, watching his penis closely. She was holding his nut pouch possessively, her scissors ready to snip. "Almost ready, Billy?" she asked casually. 
  

  
Her nipples were erect, sticking out just above the confines of her demi-bra. He felt his cum boiling up, making him thrust his cock forward involuntarily. 
  

  
"There we are." she was staring at his gasping piss-slit and whispered; "off they come..." with a girlish giggle. 
  

  
With a prissy thumb-and-forefinger-hold on the scissors, she gave the handles a little squeeze at the last possible moment. It took almost no effort at all! His fat testicle lump easily came free in her waiting hand. 
  

  
His face became a mix of horror and disbelief, realizing how such a pivotal event had just been so trivialized by his busty aunt. 
  

  
"They always come off easy," came her soothing voice, holding up his fat bulge as proof. "It wasn't really that bad, was it Billy?" she asked, passing it between her manicured hands. 
  

  
She squeezed them experimentally, feeling their density. "Oh, for goodness sake, Billy! Feels like a big load in there! I bet you haven’t masturbated in weeks! Can you imagine the big mess you would have made on my shirt?" she said with a laugh. “Well that won’t be an issue any more, now will it?” She said with a matter-of-fact tone. 
  

  
Aunt Vicky smiled, reaching into her drawer and pulling out her scale. “Here we go, let’s see just how big these suckers are.” She gently put them down on her little scale. “My god! These are the largest testicles I’ve ever collected! Definitely going to have to preserve them for posterity!
  

  
Just then there was a knock at the front door. “Wait here, Billy. I’ll be right back.” 
  

  
Aunt Vicky left the room and Billy was left alone with his thoughts. He thought about how he would never be able to use his impressive member ever again. As he dwelled on the fact his gorgeous aunt had taken away his sexual pleasure for the rest of his life, she returned.
  

  
“You want to hear something hilarious?” She asked trying to suppress a laugh. “My friend just came back and returned the collecting jar!” Despite herself, she began to chuckle. “You poor boy, if only you’d held out a bit longer or I had done this a little later, you’d still have your nuts!” Billy looked on in horror as Aunt Vicky began to calm down. “Oh, don’t take it so hard, if you’ll pardon the pun. I know what’s best for my dear nephew. What’s done is done. Now, let’s get your clothes back on and get these balls on ice.”