Paige took a deep breath to stop herself from squealing as she stared at Chris’s severed testicle. Dr. Palmer had snipped it off so quickly and casually that the entire situation felt unreal. But the proof was right there. Paige marveled again at how well-endowed Chris was. Lying in the metal tray, Chris’s left nut looked even larger than it had in his sac, but also more pathetic: a huge, pale egg that was now totally useless. Paige honestly felt sorry for Chris, but she also felt strangely giddy knowing that one little snip had put an end to one of his massive testosterone and sperm factories.
Dr. Palmer was grinning with satisfaction, and Paige wondered if she felt guilty at all. Didn’t she feel bad that she’d literally cut Chris’s fertility and masculinity in half? His entire reproductive future and his sense of his own manhood now depended on one fragile organ connected to him by a thin cord.
As that thought struck Paige, she involuntarily twitched and felt wetness flood between her legs. She immediately blushed. What would her parents or her friends think if they knew that she was getting off on the idea of ruining a guy’s balls? She felt like a major bitch, but she’d been inching closer and closer to an orgasm ever since Dr. Palmer started talking about neutering Chris. When Dr. Palmer had closed the scissors and finished off Chris’s left nut, it had brought Paige right to the edge of cuming. She lowered her hand to the front of her shorts, but controlled herself. She knew that even the slightest pressure in the right place now would set her off.
Tonya Palmer felt a sort of motherly affection for Paige as she watched the mixture of excitement and guilt play across the younger woman’s face. Tonya had felt the same conflicting emotions when she and two of her female classmates from veterinary school had neutered their first guy, a cocky male student named Frank, years ago. It had been almost ridiculously easy for her and her attractive friends to lure Frank into a powerless position and leave with his balls in jar. Right up until his second ball hit the tray, she hadn’t been sure they were really going to fix him. Afterwards, she felt sorry for Frank when she saw how insecure and easy to bully into submission he became without his nuts. He didn’t even “have the balls” to tell anyone they took his! But the thrilling power of altering a guy’s body and mind so radically always outweighed her sympathy for poor, emasculated Frank.
Most of Tonya’s emotional struggle had come from the fact that she and her friends had castrated Frank so impulsively. They had gone from joking about it over beers to sewing up his empty sac in a few hours, and they’d been laughing so hard when Tonya made the fatal snips that the momentous nature of what she’d done didn’t fully strike her until later. That’s why she was being careful to not to rush Paige and to leave it entirely up to her whether she wanted to leave Chris as a half-castrato or turn him into a full eunuch.
“Do you want to take it from here?” Dr. Palmer said softly as she gently placed the surgical scissors on the end of the table near Paige’s hand.
“Do you mean...?” Paige asked in a shaky voice as she felt her heart race.
“If you want, you can walk through the same steps that I just did, so that I know you understand the procedure,” Dr. Palmer said with a sly conspiratorial smile.
Paige looked at the single massive ball resting in Chris’s lopsided sac. It would be so easy to take it! Chris didn’t even that he only had one jewel left. Dr. Palmer had told him that the whole humiliating experience was just a pretend demonstration, and his eyes were now so glassy from the sedatives, that Paige could probably grab his lone ball and squeeze as hard as she could and Chris wouldn’t comprehend what was happening until he only had a slimy pulp in his shriveled bag.
The thought sent another shiver through Paige’s body and she again had to consciously stop herself from pressing her hand against the front of her shorts. She decided to focus on the steps that Dr. Palmer had showed her.
“The first thing you do is exteriorize the remaining testicle,” Paige said, trying to keep her voice calm and steady. Dr. Palmer smiled and nodded approvingly.
Paige’s slender fingers began to explore Chris’s surviving nut. It really was even bigger than the one Dr. Palmer had already harvested, almost as big as a plum and just as squishy. Paige felt like she was unwrapping a secret present as she worked the ball toward the slit Dr. Palmer had cut in Chris’s sac. Then, with one determined squeeze, her present was open! The pale white organ flopped out of the sac, totally exposed.
Paige couldn’t resist gripping the delicate orb between her thumb and index finger. Now that his nut was devoid of even the minimal protection that the thick folds of his sac had provided, Paige’s thumb nail sunk into the soft flesh almost effortlessly. She shivered slightly with the knowledge that with just a slight increase in pressure she could make this ball as useless as the one already in the tray.
Her eyes drifted to his enormous dick, flopped limp on his abdomen. If she pressed her thumbnail in any harder, would that huge sausage stay floppy forever? It seemed like such a waste! Although Paige didn’t understand how any girl could want a guy who was as annoyingly arrogant as Chris inside her, wouldn’t it be wrong to totally end his sex life and take him completely out of the gene pool?
Tonya saw Paige’s embarrassed hesitation, and asked gently, “What would the next step be?”
“Removing the connecting tissue and applying the clamp,” Paige said, red-faced and trembling. Then she asked in a hesitant whisper, “Can I? Really?”
Tonya leaned toward Paige and said in a low, encouraging voice, “You can do whatever you want. The fate of his last ball is entirely up to you. If you want to be generous and let him keep it, that’s fine. But I’ve done this before and trust me I’ll make sure that nothing bad happens to you if you decide to fully castrate him.”
Paige could practically feel the excitement rushing through her veins as she said in a controlled voice, “Removing the connective tissue is easy, it can be done with a piece of gauze.”
With gauze pinched between her fingers, she began to methodically pluck the tissue from around Chris’s spermatic cord. She allowed herself to fully enjoy her guilty pleasure as she felt the tissue rip away, giving her full access to the length of the thin cord that was providing Chris’s remaining sperm factory its lifeblood.
With a warm feeling of satisfaction, she pressed open the clamp, carefully positioned it, and then slowly closed it on the cord.
In a tone almost as casually authoritative as Dr. Palmer’s, she said, “Once the cord is clamped off, blood can’t flow to the testicle. Now a ligature can be applied to prevent bleeding when the cord is snipped and the clamp is removed.
The idea that she was strangling Chris’s last nut gave her another rush of adrenaline, but she tried to keep her face neutral as she guided the needle drives to create a miller’s knot. She giggled as she imagined Chris’s poor nut gasping for air. Then she pulled the ligature tight with more force than was necessary. If his ball were a human, it would be desperately clawing at the rope tightening around its neck.
Suppressing another giggle, Paige grasped Chris’s ball in her left hand and pulled it away from his body until the cord was straining. She picked up the surgical scissors that Dr. Palmer had left temptingly near her right hand. She trapped the helpless cord between the two sharp blades but paused.
It was such a horrible thing to do to a guy! Could she really live with herself knowing that she’d made him completely nutless, left him with a sad shriveled sac, a limp dick, and an unsatisfied girlfriend? He didn’t deserve that. But, wow, the feeling of power to be able to do that to a guy, especially a guy as overconfident as Chris. The possibility was intoxicating.
As Paige hesitated, Dr. Palmer asked Chris a textbook question, “What are the primary reasons to neuter dogs?”
Because of the high dose of sedative, his slack face was nearly expressionless, but Paige thought that she saw fear in his eyes. Did he know how much was hanging in the balance at that moment?
He responded almost automatically in a slow, groggy voice, “The primary reason for neutering is to control the animal population, reducing the number or strays.”
“I think that we can agree that neither of us want to see any little Chrises running around,” Tonya quipped as she and Paige shared a private smile, “What are the other reasons?”
“Behavioral,” Chris said in the same groggy monotone, “neutered dogs are calmer less likely to engage in behaviors like leg humping.”
Paige snorted with laughter and Tonya remarked, “Another good reason for cutting your balls off! What are other positive behavioral results of neutering?”
This question seemed to require more thought on Chris’s part, and he drawled his answer slowly: “They lose any alpha behavior... get less aggressive... easier to train... more obedient...” Chris’s words trailed off. Then he seemed suddenly more lucid and said in a panicked voice, “Please, please, please don’t make me Paige’s neutered dog!”
The words triggered a primal feeling in the pit of Paige’s stomach that radiated warmly through her body. She closed the surgical scissors and felt the slight resistance as the blades severed the cord, leaving the plump, detached organ in her hand.
I did it! I turned a guy into a eunuch!
She pressed her pelvis against the edge of the operating table and felt her legs tremble from an orgasm that she could no longer hold off. She clenched her fists in an effort to stay quiet, but feeling the ball that she had just taken flatten in her grip set off a cascade of pleasurable shudders. A high moan escaped her throat.
The sound was mostly eclipsed by Chris’s tearful pleas not to castrate him. Tonya smirked in amusement at the fact that Chris didn’t even know he’d already lost both of the stupid balls that he was begging so frantically to keep. She saw the look of absolute bliss in Paige’s face and felt her own warm glow of happiness.
“Great job!” Tonya congratulated, “I’ll sew up his empty sac.”
When Chris heard the words “empty sac”, his begging turned into abject sobbing. He looked up at Paige, and the pathetic awareness of his own inferiority that filled his eyes made Paige tingle more. With a triumphant grin, she tossed the severed right nut into the metal tray next to the left one. Seeing both of his defunct balls next to each other made her laugh as the tingles below her waist multiplied.
“There’s a women’s room just down the hall if you want to freshen up,” Tonya offered.
“Yes, Dr. Palmer,” Paige said blushing with embarrassment that Dr. Palmer had seen her intense physical response to castrating Chris.
“You can call me, Tonya,” she replied, “and take all the time you need. I remember how amazing it felt the first time I removed a guy’s balls. It’s definitely a feeling that you want to savor!”
The two women shared a smile, and heartfelt gratitude mingled with the feelings of respect and admiration that Paige felt toward the older woman.
~~
Paige did take her time to savor the unbelievable experience. Before she emerged from the women’s room with freshly reapplied make-up and her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, she had brought herself to orgasm four more times replaying the events of the last hour in her head.
When Paige reentered the surgery demonstration room, Chris was sitting on the edge of the table. He was still naked from the waist down, and Paige smirked at the line of fresh bright blue stitches that now ran down the center of his sac, which looked comically droopy now that it wasn’t bulging with his prize gems. Those gems, Paige saw with satisfaction, were now crammed into a tiny glass jar on a nearby stand. Without them, his dick hung down like garden hose with no pressure, as droopy and useless as his sac. Paige didn’t even try to mask her delight at the situation.
“What are we going to do now that we took his balls?” Paige asked eagerly, trusting that Dr. Palmer had a plan.
“I was just explaining that Chris,” Tonya replied happily, “That it won’t do him any good to tell anyone what we did. It’s not like anyone can reattach his balls now. He’s always going to be nutless, but at least he still has this chunk of flesh...” As she spoke, she twisted Chris’s limp dick between her fingers and pulled it toward her hard enough that Chris yelped in pain.
“If he wants to keep his little noodle,” Tonya grinned, “he had better keep both of us happy. Penile amputation is even quicker and easier to do than de-balling, especially if you catch the guy by surprise. I’ll show you how if he ever gets out of line.”
Chris gave Paige a pleading look. She shrugged and said casually, “I guess there’s not much you can do unless you want to be dickless as well as ball-less.” She savored his defeat as he broke eye contact.
“If he cooperates,” Tonya said chipperly, “I have an offer for both of you. Come work for me at my clinic. Paige, you’ll fit right in with the other women who work there, and we have a strict policy of only employing guys that one of us has personally neutered.”
Paige agreed excitedly. Chris was distinctly less excited, but he reluctantly agreed that he didn’t have any better options. The only thing that remained to do that day was for Tonya to give Chris the same identifying mark that she gave all the guys she fixed: a short green line on the palm of his right hand, so that all the women at the clinic would know that his balls had already been removed. She pressed a scalpel into the fleshy pad below his thumb to make a shallow incision a couple of centimeters long and then pressed in the same green pigment that they used to mark neutered dogs.
While Tonya did this, Paige examined her trophy. Part of her still felt sorry for Chris losing something so important to him, but seeing his ginormous nuts crammed into a jar that fit so nicely in the palm of her hand made her wish that she could take them from him all over again. Chris texted his girlfriend to let her know that he wasn’t feeling up to seeing her that night.
~~
“Oh, thank you!” Paige said to Tonya’s husband, Frank, as he held the door of the veterinary clinic open for her. She paused and made a point of letting her eyes linger on the short green line on his right palm. She did this to all of the guys who worked at the clinic and to the various husbands, boyfriends, and sons of the female clients who came in sporting the same sign that they’d been fixed. She’d learned that it immediately brought the uncomfortable look of inferiority into their eyes that she loved to see. Even a guy who lost his nuts as long ago as Frank was adorably ashamed to see her evident amusement at the fact that they were gone.
Frank nodded humbly, mumbled something about hoping she has a nice day, thrust his hand into his pocket, and shuffled off. Paige strode purposefully to the counter, where Chris was working as a receptionist. She fixed her eyes on the green marking on his palm and shirked, then laughed slightly as he began to wring his hands nervously.
“It’s time for your once-a-month treat,” she said in a tone that made clear it was a command rather than an offer, “I have to neuter three dogs today and one husband who’s bringing one of the dogs in, so I don’t have much time, let’s go.”
Chris sprung to his feet and walked toward one of the back rooms, and Paige strolled behind. Once a month for the last year, she had taken him to this room, which she enjoyed using because it housed the shelf where his former nuts were displayed, alongside a few of the trophies of the other women who worked there. His were by far the biggest, which didn’t matter to him now that they were in a jar, but continued to amuse Paige.
Paige hoisted herself on the edge of the exam table and hiked up her skirt to reveal her pussy. Chris got the same longingly desperate look that he always did when Paige displayed herself to him. She felt a pang of genuine sympathy for him. His girlfriend had dumped him soon after they’d de-balled him, and Paige knew that these monthly encounters were the only times he got close to pussy.
“Did you take your Viagra?” she asked sweetly.
He nodded obediently.
“Good,” she cooed, “let’s see how you’re doing.”
Self-consciously, he lowered his pants and boxers. Paige giggled with delight. Over the year, his dick had shrunk from a swinging garden hose to bashful worm. She wouldn’t know exactly how much it had shrunk since the last time until she got him hard. The especially funny thing was that, without balls, even Viagra couldn’t get him hard without a little extra help.
“Come here,” she ordered, slipping a syringe of alprostadil out of the pocket of her labcoat.
When he reached his assigned place at the foot of the exam table, framed between her spread knees, she grabbed his limp dick and pulled it roughly towards her. Wow, she thought, he really has shrunk a lot this him, much more and I won’t have anything to grab onto!
She jabbed the syringe into his cock and injected the vaseodilator, causing him to yelp comically in pain. Combined with the Viagra, the shot started to work, and she felt his dick grow in her hand, like a slowly filling water ballon. Seeing him nutless always made her wet almost immediately, and she deftly guided his expanding member into herself.
She moaned slightly as she felt it enlarging inside her. She grabbed his hips and started to slowly grind her pelvis as he continued to harden. By this point, he knew not to move unless he was told to, but his face contracted in a look of tortured yearning. She had asked him before to describe the feeling, and he had told her that it started to feel good, but it was more like a memory of the pleasure that he used to be able to enjoy, and she had always stopped at a point that left him more frustrated. Maybe this would be the time she would finally let him experience the closest thing to cuming that he can do without balls.
Paige felt her own orgasm building. As the cock swelled in her, she got closer and closer, biting her lip and grinding forward more and more insistently. Then, she realized that she had to hurry because, as his dick reached its new full size (although it was much smaller than it had been a year ago) she felt small twinges of pain.
“Damn it!” she muttered, “You’re still to big!” Quickly, she drew a second syringe (this one containing ephedrine) from her pocket and plunged it into his cock. He let out a high-pitched frustrated shriek. As she felt his dick spasmodically shrinking inside her without him experiencing the release of cuming, Paige rock with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.
“Awe,” she said when she was done and saw Chris’s sad puppy dog eyes, “I’ve almost got you the perfect size for me. I’m going to keep shrinking you for another month. But maybe next month you can cum too! Or whatever it is that you’ll be able to do with your nuts on the self.”
As Chris began to whimper, Paige giggled and headed to the women’s room to tidy herself, feeling extremely energized for the afternoon of scheduled castrations she had ahead of her.