Izzie kicked her legs against the gap in the bleacher below. She and Kaitlin nursed their matcha bobas, watching the boys do their laps in the pool.
It was her second semester of sophomore year of college, and life was good. Her Media Studies and Modern Communications classes were easy as fuck, Western U apparently had an endless supply of studs to dick her down, and Kaitlin was so much fun to hang out with. Especially when catcalling.
“Heya, stud! I’ve seen bigger bulges on Ken dolls!”
The boy who’d just gotten out of the pool, the water holding his Speedo revealingly flat against his crotch, blushed and ran off to the locker room. Izzie cracked up.
She didn’t need to see the bulge in his Speedo to know the next guy’s size. He’d pounded her through her mattress last weekend.
“Hey Joel! Put that thing away or you’re going to poke an eye out!”
He turned to her, smiled and waved.
“Ugh, it’s so hard to crush big-dicked guys' egos,” Kaitlin complained.
“I guess. Why do we have to be mean to them anyway?”
“Ew. Are you seriously sympathetic to these men?”
“Sympathetic? Hell no. You just seem so mean to like, every guy.” It was pretty funny to see the ones with the small pouches get so embarrassed, she had to admit. That first guy looked like he was about to cry.
She’d never been a bully, but she’d known enough mean girls. Obviously, her high school had been filled with girl bullies, and the normal associated testicular injuries. In her sorority, most girls broke up with various flings or hookups with a solid knee to the groin. Cheating boys almost always ended up in the hospital. But Izzie had always been more focused on schoolwork, and had actually never hit a guy in the balls. She was a little curious what it would feel like…but she was much more concerned about her future career than that.
Plus, she’d heard they couldn’t get hard anymore after their nuts popped, and most of her experience with testicles was feeling them slap against her chin or her clit. She didn’t want to miss out on riding any of the cocks in her rotation.
Kaitlin shrugged. “I guess I just think it’s funny? Hurting guys, pranking them, really crushing them down. I dunno. Even if it sorta fucks with their self-esteem, or ruins their life or whatever, it’s hard to resist. They’re just so pathetic when you go for their junk, verbally or physically.”
“Huh. I can see that.”
“Oh my god, did I ever tell you what happened to my brother?”
“No, I didn’t even know you had one.”
“I don’t really anymore, haha! She hates when I call her my sister, but she’s totally a girl now. Like, she still dresses in pants and has a dick and stuff, but biologically — nooope!”
Izzie was confused. “I’m confused.”
“So I was in this self-defense class, right? And we’d learned knees to the groin, so I decided to practice on him. As like, a prank. No warning or anything, just — BAM — knee to testicles.”
“Right, of course.”
“And I got him — her? Him at the time, I guess — SOOOO good! Like, crruuuuunuch! I aimed just for the left one for like, extra force, and I could literally feel it flatten when I crushed it against his pelvis. I hit him a bunch of times afterwards too, and I could totally feel his ball getting like, mushier each time, you know?”
“Mushy? I didn’t know they could do that…”
“Oh yeah, it was hella mushy. So anyway, he decided to go to class anyway instead of like, a doctor, and sat on his ball for like…hours, until it was totally dead and they had to snip it off. I guess I’d popped it, and he waited too long to save it.”
“Popped?! From a kick?” Izzie imagined one of those precious, sweaty, musky gonads suddenly exploding into mush as their owner facefucked her. He’d fall down, screaming and crying, and she’d have to take him to the hospital and hold his hand while they snipped his goolie off…It was a hilarious image, she had to admit.
“Yup! But that’s not even the best part. In the hospital, I messed with his chart, and they ended up snipping them both off!”
“No way!”
“Hell yeah. Poor little Stevie won’t be making any Stevie Jr.’s, I guess!” Izzie couldn’t help but giggle along.
She noticed another flat little pink Speedo emerging from the pool.
“HEY, TINY DICK!” Not the most creative catcall, but his glance her way confirmed what she already knew. A trio of sorority girls giggled at him, and he rushed off to change.
“Okay, that’s honestly crazy. I mean, just from a knee? That’s amazing. I can only imagine what he was like when he woke up.”
“Oh! You don’t have to imagine!” Kaitlin pulled out her phone and scrolled to the top of her Instagram page. “Check it out!”
Izzie watched in amazement. Steven was in a wheelchair and hospital gown. His legs were spread wide apart, and his crotch was disappointingly off-screen.
Kaitlin’s tinny voice echoed out from the speakers. “Surprise! You’re neutered!”
“It was just the left one. The right one was fine. They just took the left one.” Steven’s voice was oddly high pitched.
“Nope! Check out your ballsack, bro! I bet it’s feeling a little lighter.”
His hands disappeared offscreen as he reached between his legs. The apparent eunuch’s eyes went wide, then wet.
“No…no no no no!” He wailed. Offscreen, Kaitlin burst into laughter.
“Nut-less, sad-sack, neutered little looo—ser!” she chanted, the camera shaking as she failed to hold it still. It almost swooped low enough for Izzie to get to see his empty nutsack before abruptly cutting off.
“Oh my god.” Izzie couldn’t believe what she’d just saw. The look on his face when he’d felt his missing manhood, that weird pitch of his voice when he started screaming, the knowledge that he’d absolutely never have children, and probably never have sex again…and what if he’d been a virgin?
“That was hilarious!” She burst into laughter. “You literally castrated him!” She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
“Yup. Our instructor always told us that’s all it takes, if you do it right. Or left, in my case.” Kaitlin giggled. “And it got super popular!” She pointed to the ‘likes’, which numbered in the millions.
“Is that a lot? I’m not really on social media very much.”
“Girl, that’s huge. Nutshots always go super viral, and this is like…the ultimate nutshot. I got so much engagement, I had advertisers reaching out to me for deals.”
“Ever since then, honestly, I’m hooked. I just love giving guys involuntary sex changes. It’s so much fun to prank them, and just like, watch masculinity wither up and die.”
“You’ve done it again?!”
“Not as much as I would like,” Kaitlin grumbled. “Although playing with Felix’s balls has been fun…”
Izzie remembered how Kaitlin’s boyfriend had been losing muscles, his voice getting higher and higher, his stride a little less confident jock and more pigeon-toed nerd, and put two and two together.
“Damn. You are just a little testicle killer, aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah. HEY, ONE-NUT!” She shouted at her latest victim.
“One-nut?!” Izzie asked.
“Yeah, look at that guy in the little green Speedo. See how his right side’s packed full and the left one’s flat? Definitely a one-nut. Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking about you dude!” She waved cheerily to the blushing man.
Izzie squinted to see. He was definitely well hung…but Kaitlin was right. There was a definite lean to the right in his banana hammock.
“Oh my god,” she gasped under her breath. “Kaitlin…I have an idea. I wanna prank him!”
“Hell yeah, girly. What’re you thinking?”
“I dunno. I’ve never really done this. Maybe…a knee to his nuts?”
“His nut, you mean. And yeah, that sounds hella funny. Want me to record you?”
“Uh, sure. But I don’t really have any social media accounts or whatever. Still, a recording for the memories would be nice.” The two girls finished their drinks. Tossing them under the bleachers with the rest of their previous drinks, they crept up on the half-hung man. Kaitlin made ready to record with her phone.
Izzie could see his ballsack wobbling between his legs. Up close, it was so obvious he was missing a ball. She wondered if he’d been born that way, or had an accident like Kaitlin’s brother. God, this was going to be funny.
She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. Shirtless and wet, he was actually kinda cute up close, in a wet, neutered dog sort of way. His cock curled into a satisfying bulge above the rest of his lopsided Speedo. Maybe she’d fuck him after their prank.
“Heya, stud.” She put her forearms on his shoulders. A few feet away, Kaitlin was filming, keeping out of his sight and trying not to crack up.
“Um.” He was shivering a little, obviously still chilly from the pool.
“You come here often? To swim?”
“...Yeah? Um. It’s nice to meet you?” His tone was cautious, but his eyes were pointed right at Izzie’s chest, and she could see his pouch starting to twitch out of the corner of his eye.
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Izzie.”
“I’m Harvey.”
“Harvey, I have a couple questions for you. Well, maybe…just one.” She looked down pointedly at his lopsided bathing suit, and she saw him blush.
“I…Um…Hi.”
“Did you want kids?”
He looked confused. “Yeah, definitely. I mean like, someday, I just…”
“Well…I hope it’s not too late. Because, you know, it…I don’t want to be too personal here, but I was looking at your swimsuit, and I think…guys who lost a ball can’t have kids, right?”
He was blushing crimson now. “I didn’t lose it. I was just born without it. And the doctors told me I only need one testicle. I’m…perfectly capable of, um…having kids.”
“Oooooh, sweetie. I don’t mean that ball. I mean THIS one!”
“Wha—”
And Izzie grabbed his shoulders, and rammed her knee in between his legs as hard as she possibly could. She could feel the fat nugget compress beneath her leg. Harvey’s legs turned inward and he let out an undignified shriek.
“AUUGHH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”
He sounded kind of funny, all squeaky like that, but another knee to the testicle would definitely be hilarious. She kneed him in the ball again. And again.
“STOP! STOP! THAT’S MY ONLY BALL! PLEASE!”
Each time was a little bit funnier than the last, his face turning redder and redder with each hit, his voice getting higher and higher until his words turned to shrieks and those turned to sobs. She felt something crunch and give way a little bit. Did she just sterilize him a little? Surely, he’d be fine. In fact, it kind of made it even funnier, now that she thought about it. Izzie cracked up as his ball did the same.
“It’s just a prank, bro! You can walk it off after!” crunch.
Maybe just a few more, and it’d really be —
crunch-squick-POP!
Her knee sank in extra deep.
Harvey shrieked even louder, his voice rising a full octave.
Kaitlin was bent over, laughing hysterically too, trying to hold the camera still. Harvey fell to the ground, and her camerawoman followed him.
“OH MY GOD!!” Harvey was spasming on the ground weirdly. He was making sounds that barely sounded mammalian to Izzie, let alone human, this sort of hollow, squeaky wheezing while he clutched himself and curled up like a shrimp, twitching.
“What happened?”
“Girl.” Kaitlin could barely keep herself from laughing.
“OOOOOAAAAUGH!! OH FUCK! OH GOD, WHY!”
“I don’t get it. It was just a little nut prank.”
Suddenly his back arched, and he bucked forward. Then, his green Speedo turned abruptly white and gooey.
He was cumming?!
“EW! What the fuck?”
“Girl. You popped it. Holy shit, that’s crazy. Literally your first time ballbusting a guy, and you neutered him.”
“What?” Izzie gasped.
Harvey continued spurting, his cum oozing through. His bizarre sounds had reduced to a sort of sad whimpering. He was cumming a lot.
“Look at that. That’s his final cum! Happens a lot when a dude leaves the gene pool, although I guess my brother didn’t get one — he was asleep for his last snip.”
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! MY BALL, MY FUCKING BALL, WHY…WHY…NOOO!” Harvey had just about regained his voice.
“Hey, nutless.” Kaitlin snapped in his face, and he almost made eye contact with her. He was gagging now. And somehow, absurdly, still creaming his swimsuit, twitching and bucking. His ruptured ball seemed to really want to make a last impression on the concrete beneath him.
“I’ll give you my sister’s number. When you’re done getting your sack drained, you should text her about where to get the good testosterone pills around here. She had to try a bunch before she found a prescription she thought made her kind of feel like a man.” She leaned in close to get a full picture of his face before ending the video.
“You want me to send it to you so you can post it on your own Insta? You totally deserve it — that was crazy!”
Izzie was still staring wide-eyed at the former man on the ground. Had she really just done that to him? She could feel the wetness on her knee still where it had made contact with his ball. She stared at the absurd puddle of cum before him; should they try to save some of it? She’d straight up changed the course of his life, forever, apparently. By accident. Sort of.
She couldn’t help but giggle.
“Izzie? What’s your username? I’ll send it to ya.”
“Eh, I don’t really do that social media stuff.”
“Are you sure? This would be a wild way to start!”
“Nah, you can just delete it.” Harvey’s sounds turned vaguely appreciative. Or, maybe Izzie was imagining that. He still didn’t seem to have much control over his body. His bathing suit was still twitching, but the stuff oozing out just looked like water now. The asymmetrical bulging was definitely gone.
“Limited edition cum right there,” Kaitlin joked.
Izzie couldn’t help but laugh. It was pretty fucked up, but there was something about his face, his sounds, his whole deal now…Obviously the guy seemed pretty messed up, but he’d get over it, right? After all, she’d been fine her whole life without balls.
Either way, she supposed it wasn’t really her problem. She strolled off with Kaitlin, laughing.
GIRL! CHECK IT OUT
Kaitlin had texted her (just about all she used her cell phone for) a browser link to the Insta video. Izzie gasped; it had gotten nearly as many likes as Kaitlin’s video, in a fraction of the time.
She felt some strange satisfaction. Millions of people had watched her neuter the athlete. And they weren’t just watching for the prank; Kaitlin had wisely captured a fantastic view of her ass, and another of her bent over inspecting Harvey’s ruptured testicle, her tits nearly popping out of her top. She imagined the millions of men watching this. How many of them would jerk off to her? The thought was absurdly flattering. She was always a bit of an exhibitionist. And a bit of a prankster.
And a bit of a businesswoman. Had Kaitlin seriously said she’d gotten advertising offers? Could Izzie get paid to do this? Instead of spending her summer at some boring ass internship, fetching coffee and generating shitty AI ads for a local ad company, she could just prank guys and make videos of it??
She could work from home, practically. There were more than enough men nearby for her to do this again. But this time, she should write an actual script instead of just saying whatever stupid shit had popped into her head…
And she definitely needed to sign up for some of these apps. She tapped away at her phone, struggling to install Instagram.