This is part two of my edit of another author's story that I really enjoyed. He left the story unfinished with a request for submissions of how readers wanted the story to end, and then never got back to it. Considering that was over eighteen years ago, I suppose he never got enough interest to feel it was worth while. Sorry it took me so long to get the second part out, there was a lot more originality on my part carrying this out rather than just editing, extending, and throwing a twist I thought of on an old pre-written story, and life has been busy as hell for me the last few months.
  

Original story: [http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/wholestory.php?storyid=2376](http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/wholestory.php?storyid=2376)

Part 1 of my edit: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration\_Erotica/comments/wkheid/friends\_part\_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/wkheid/friends_part_1/) 

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Another author also wanted to try their hand at editing the old story, and used my part 1 as a base. That story can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration\_Erotica/comments/ycs18r/friends/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/ycs18r/friends/)



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Billy whined “Please don’t, Stacy! Please let me keep my balls! I’m a virgin, I’ve never even had a chance to use them!”
  

  
Stacey’s eyes twinkled mischievously at Billy’s words. “Well then…” she whispered into his ear, leaning in close enough he could see all the way down her top “I suppose I’ll have to fix that, but only if I’m going to have to take your balls. We don’t want that, do we Billy? Do you want to keep your balls, or do you want a chance to lose your virginity to me, shooting hot ropes of your cum into my tight pussy?” Stacey giggled into his ear “I suppose it all depends on how quickly you cum next…” Billy shivered in fear and arousal, conflicted in his desire for Stacey and his desperation not to lose his manhood.
  

  
Stacey’s whispers continued, “I think we should make this challenge a little more interesting, just so you understand what we’re betting…” Stacy stepped away from Billy, standing up straight and turning towards her bag once more. She removed some equipment that Billy couldn’t see from his restrained position, but he caught a flash of silver. Then, before Billy knew what was happening, Stacey’s hands went to her waist and she bent over as she pulled down her skirt and panties in one smooth motion. Billy had a perfect view of her round, heart shaped ass and tiny pink slit as she delecately stepped out of her undergarments with one foot and then the other. Billy groaned in desire at the sight. He’d never even glimpsed a naked woman before, much less seen a woman’s fully exposed behind from up close.
  

  
Stacey turned back to Billy, bottomless, and held up the tool she’d fetched. It looked like a pair of pliers, but had four posts sticking out instead of jaws and an extra pair of linkages. “This is an elastrator, Billy. We commonly use them to castrate livestock, little bulls and billy goats.” She giggled at the comparison. “You place an extremely tight little rubber band at the top of their scrotum, above their balls, and it chokes them of blood until their bag, balls and all, shrivel up and fall off”.
  

  
Billy winced and inhaled sharply at the thought. “No Stacey, please! You can’t do that to me, you said you’d give me a chance!”
  

  
“No silly, I’m not going to band you with a full power ring just yet. I’ll use a weak one designed for erotic play. It’ll still let your little swimmers escape from your overly productive balls, and won’t choke your balls off any time soon, but maybe it’ll be uncomfortable enough to keep your mind on your poor balls instead of these…” Stacey said, the fingers of her free hand gravitating towards her bust and gently undoing another button. Stacey grabbed a fat little red donut of a rubber band and walked back over to Billy.
  

  
She first unbuttoned Little Missy from Billy's tight balls, allowing them to rest together as they normally did. Releasing the air from the testicle boss, it was much easier for Billy's balls to slip back out than it was to get them in. Billy's relief was short lived, though, as Stacey soon had Billy's balls between the jaws of her elastrator. She had them pulled through and squeezed them at the bottom of Billy’s sac, assessing their weight and firmness. Billy yelped as the strong elastic band slipped off the posts and snapped tight around the top of his scrotum, restricting most of the flow of blood too and from his testicles and almost pinching off his seminal vesicles. “There, all banded up” Stacey cooed.
  

  
“Stacey, that really hurts!” Billy groaned as Stacey tested the newly placed band for any binding skin or hair.
  

  
“Well, it’s supposed to be uncomfortable, silly! Maybe that band will help you keep these great big balls from getting chopped off in the next little while, hmm?” Stacey teased as her hand went up and down Billy’s meaty shaft. Stacey placed a little egg timer on Billy’s bedside table, set for fifteen minutes, and started the clock. She began by gently caressing Billy’s manhood, barely touching him as she admired the stiffness of his erection. Soon she was gripping it in earnest and pumping up and down, using her dexterous fingers to find every little fold of Billy’s cock and aching balls.
  

  
Billy clenched his fists and tried to think of anything else. The peak he could get of the curve of Stacey’s exposed ass over the edge of the bed, crouching beside him, was incredibly distracting. The little glimpses he could get of her bust as she expertly worked his dick didn’t help either. The minutes dragged on and on, every time Billy thought Stacey had used all her tricks, she’d find a new way to make him gasp and shiver. Billy winced as he saw one of Stacey’s hands retreat down to below the hem of her shirt and gently begin to rub herself, before using some of that delicious liquid sex to continue stroking his engorged member.
  

  
Just as Billy felt like he was nearing his limit, he saw the little timer was nearly up. Hope began to build up in him that he might just escape this exam with his sack intact as he saw the last minute begin to count down. As the timer clicked away, suddenly Stacey stopped stroking. Billy started and looked at her with surprise. With a grin that stretched from ear to ear and a mischievous glint in her eye, Stacey pulled back Billy’s foreskin, leaned forward, and gently blew on the exposed glans of his penis. Billy immediately came from the glorious sensation, sending wave after wave of pearly white spunk into the air as he shot that fateful load. Stacey grinned and continued pumping as Billy’s dick twitched and pulsed. As the last surge of semen dripped off Billy’s dick, the egg timer dinged merrily.
  

  
“Well, I guess that settles that! I suppose I will have to come through on that deal to pop your little cherry after all…” Stacey said with a smile, clearly feeling much happier than Billy at the situation.
  

  
“Please, Stacey! I was almost there, the time was almost up! Please, you don’t have to take my balls, please give me a chance!” Billy’s whines fell on deaf ears.
  

  
“No Billy, your mother and I talked about this. Your balls are too productive, you failed the test and now you need to lose them to keep you from getting sick later. Now calm down and try to enjoy this!” Stacey scorned as she began to remove tools and supplies from her bag. She placed a great many things on a tray between Billy’s legs, tools of steel that shone in the light and little teal pads and white gauze. Stacey gently used a wet wipe to clean the fresh jizzem from Billy’s abdomen and thighs, and then used a little razor to begin shaving Billy’s sagging cock and balls. “I just need to finish the prep work, and then we can have some fun before the big event.” Stacey cheeraly said. Billy couldn’t say much in reply through the gag Stacey had put in his mouth. By the time Stacey had everything set up to her satisfaction, Billy’s mighty meat pole was once again standing at attention.
  

  
“You see? You’re ready to go again already! We would never be able to take care of you properly at the clinic, even if everybody pitched in and took a load off you every single day! These balls simply have to come off. After I take them for a spin myself of course” The look in Stacey’s eyes was excited, but Billy could see a glint of cruelty there that he’d never really noticed or understood before. Stacey may have been sympathetic and kind about it, but she was also enjoying this. She was going to ride him for the first and only time in his life, and then she was going to take his balls and leave him with a big limp dick forever. There wasn’t a thing Billy could do about it, and that scared him but also perversely aroused him.
  

  
At last, Stacey dropped her shirt and bra, revealing herself entirely to Billy. His eyes bulged at the sight before him, Stacey’s firm curves and lines laid out bare for him to see. Her breasts, her ass, her tight stomach and delicate but well toned shoulders. Stacey’s body was a work of art, and she was about to rob Billy of any manhood that would be able to enjoy that beauty. 
  

  
Stacey may have been excited about unmanning Billy, but she stayed true to her word. She gave Billy a wide, toothy smile as she knelt beside the bed and began massaging his surging member and aching sack. Cumming twice in fifteen minutes, and now being absolutely erect at the sight of Stacey and the situation he was in, Billy’s undercarriage was beginning to get sore. This was especially true with the band choking his immense balls. “Let’s let these little puppies breathe for a minute before they’re gone forever,” Stacey said in a low voice, still smiling broadly. 
  

  
She took a little hook and a scalpel off the trey and pulled the band away from Billy’s taught sack with the hook. Billy twitched as he felt the cold scalpel brush his scrotum as Stacey cut the elastic. Then his balls were free, aching and starved for blood. Billy groaned through the gag as sensation returned to his testicles, an electric pins-and-needles throb alerting him to the fact they’d received very little blood through even a “safe” low power band.
  

  
Stacey began fondling Billy’s raging member and tingling balls, gently stroking up and down his shaft with one soft, supple hand while rolling his orbs around in his sack with the other. Billy, already overwhelmed by sensation, was stunned into a rigid full body spasm when Stacey opened wide and stuck his raging erection into her mouth. A few bobs of her head, going all the way to the back, and Billy was once again on the brink. “Ah ah ah! You need to wait for the main event before you blow your last load,silly!” Stacey cackled as Billy’s unsatisfied cock twitched after she pulled her head off with a wet pop.
  

  
“One last preparation” Stacey said, more to herself than Billy as she leaned over Billy’s crotch to the trey between his legs. She once again picked up the elastrator, but this time loaded it with a green full power elastrator band. “This should help you last a touch longer, and help me anesthetize those oversized testicles of yours” Stacey informed Billy as he rapidly shook his head, watching her in horror and frustration from his unsatisfied manhood. Stacey once again maneuvered his enormous spheres through the jaws and stretched open band, but this time the pain as the band snapped shut around the neck of Billy’s poor scrotum was far worse. Billy’s entire body jerked and he attempted to wriggle and squirm, desperate to remove the band and end the pain in his balls. 
  

  
As the ache slowly subsided into a dull, numbing throb that stole his breath away, Stacey climbed up and straddled Billy’s stomach, facing him with a broad smile. Then she reached down, maneuvered his head to her glistening wet slit, and softly cooed “Here… we… gooooo…” as she slowly lowered herself onto his length. Billy’s eyes bulged and he gasped through the gag as he felt the warm, soft embrace of Stacey’s nether regions. Soon Stacey was moving up and down, up and down, with Billy helpless to fight the bucking of his hips as he thrust with her. Even through the pain of his choking balls, Billy was lost in the pleasure. 
  

  
All too soon, Billy was fighting the returning feeling of an approaching orgasm. “Stacey, slow down! I’m gonna…” Billy groaned. Stacey just grinned and leaned back, placing her hand on Billy’s banded spheres. Just as the urge began to overwhelm Billy, Stacey suddenly stopped moving and sharply struck Billy’s balls with an open hand slap. Billy yelped and bucked, the urge suddenly replaced with a sharp, burning pain in his balls. After a second, Stacey resumed her rocking and pumping, expertly riding Billy’s immense, freshly deflowered member. Every time Billy got close to slipping, and was about to cum, Stacey would somehow know and stop, inflicting pain upon his exposed balls until the urge subsided. Each time, Billy’s oversized spheres would ache, before returning to an ever growing numbness. Finally, Billy’s balls had grown so starved that he couldn’t feel Stacey’s roughest ministrations; even a full power punch to his swollen sack wasn’t enough to get a reaction out of him. At that point Stacey knew Billy’s balls were ready.
  

  
Stacey leaned forwards, grazing her nipples across Billy’s chest, and picked up the pace. It wasn’t long before she joined Billy in a simultaneous orgasm that had them both shaking, though for different reasons. Stacey shook from excitement, aroused beyond words at the knowledge that this would be Billy’s last orgasm, and the first and last time he would ever be inside a woman. Billy shook because of the way his manhood ached. This was his third orgasm in a little over an hour, and he had been treated rather roughly throughout it. Beyond that, his balls were banded up and completely without circulation, so no matter how his prostate pulled the only fluid from this orgasm would be from his prostate, that which was already in his tubes, and a few accessory glands, so it rather hurt like hell. Gilly groaned loudly as Stacey’s back arched and she half sighed half screamed in ecstasy. Then it was over.
  

  
Stacey opened her eyes, dismounted Billy, and wiped herself down quickly. While he was to distracted by the afterglow of his first sexual experience, Stacey quickly threw a blindfold over Billy’s eyes. Then, before hiss erection had time to sag, she grabbed a syringe off the try and injected its content into the base of Billy’s still turgid member. “There, that should draw out your last stiffy for just a bit while I work!” she said cheerily to the still dazed Billy. She then remounted the freshly discharged meatpole, this time facing Billy’s legs, and began the procedure. Stacey placed a large gauze pad under Billy’s rather purple, deeply swollen scrotum, and injected each testicle with a heavy dose of local anesthetic. She leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of being filled by such an exceptionally large member, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she massaged the numbing agent into the doomed glands. 
  

  
After a few minutes, she leaned back down, and cut the band that had held them trapped and slowed the flow of blood within them to a standstill. The lack of circulation had kept the drugs totally concentrated in Billy’s poor balls and sack, and so he didn’t even stir from beneath her as she picked up the scalpel and sliced him right down the perineal raphe, the line that traced the middle of his scrotum. She then pulled the first of the anesthetized orbs from their fleshy home, teasing Billy’s right testicle out through the slit and stretching it away from his body. She then picked up the largest item from her trey, a shiny device that looked like a three handled pair of pliers or shears for use in the garden trimming branches. In this case, it was used for trimming genetic branches from family trees, but the similarities were more than superficial. The device was a tool used primarily for castrating horses and cattle, a duel purpose crusher/cutter known as an emasculator. Stacy positioned it over Billy’s doomed vas deferens and closed the first handle, ratcheting all the way down to the tightest notch in the lock. This crushed the spermatic cord that allowed sperm to flow from the testicle, and both the artery and vein that facilitated the supply of blood to and from the organ. This allowed a clot to form naturally, preventing blood loss and making sure Billy’s little “fix” was as safe and simple as possible. 
  

  
With the clamp set, Stacey leaned back and began enjoying Billy’s services once more, waiting for the clots to form. After about five minutes, the clamp’s work was done so Stacey once more set to work. She grabbed a suturing kit and ligated the cord one more time with a tight knot and stitch just above the clamp, and then squeezed the third handle of the clamp, cutting the cord with the razor sharp blade attached to it. Billy’s first testicle was free, and swiftly deposited in a stainless steel dish to soon be joined by its twin. The second removal went much the same as the first. This time, Billy jumped at the sound of the ratchet as the clamp closed, but otherwise remained still, still too disoriented and overstimulated to have the first clue what was going on around him and to him, blindfolded, gagged, and tied down as he was. Stacey was grinning as she judged the clamp to have been on for long enough, finished the ligating suture, and closed the third third handle, parting Billy’s last testicle from him forever. Once it was safely deposited in the dish, she began the work of cleaning the incision site and the inside of Billy's scrotum, and then stitching him up. 
  

  
A row of sutures and some sparse application of liquid sutures, iodine sterilizing agent, and bandages, and Billy’s procedure was done. Stacey packed away all the equipment, stowing the surgical waste in a biohazard bag to be disposed of, and placed Billy’s freshly parted spheres in a large vial (more of a jar, really) of formaldehyde, leaving them on the small table her bag had rested on earlier. She untied Billy, who at this point was sound asleep having totally exhausted himself physically and emotionally, and covered him with some of the discarded blankets from earlier. Stacey then let herself out, locking up with the key given to her that afternoon by Billy’s mother. 
  

  
Late that evening, Billy’s mom arrived home and went straight upstairs to check on Billy. She found him sleeping, twitching slightly at the light from the door but otherwise unmoving. She checked under the covers and smiled at what she saw there. She kissed Billy on the head, took the jar from the table, and closed the door on her way out.
  




As always, comments and criticism are welcome. I would like to write some more biologically/medically accurate stories in the future, though I was largely limited in this story due to starting off with a rather fantastical pre-established story to run with.