It was in Aalborg back in 86 when I lost my precious testicles, hence the title Aalborg 86. I was tied spread eagled to a bed, naked, and between my legs were three young girls. To them it was a game, and they laughed and giggled. I confess that it was to me too, until I felt the first real pain, but by then it was too late. I couldn't even beg them to stop. Jen had stuffed her panties in my mouth and taped it shut with a big shiney strip of duct tape. All I could do is shake my head, make muffled protests, and snort through my nose.

But I am getting ahead of myself here. Let me start at the begining.

The story started many years before. I have to continue to protect my own -in spite of the shocking way they have treated me, so I'll use assumed names. I'm sure you'd understand. I met a girl who excited me, her name was Jen. Jen and I never really dated, she more or less just took possession of me shortly after our first meeting. I think I met her needs physically and erotically, and I made ok money so she swept me off my feet. I was lonely, and shy and had trouble getting dates. I was in my mid twenties back then. She was alittle older, and certainly much wiser.

She had two girls already, and was currently pregnant with a third. I was soon to be the proud step father of three girls. Life progressed normally. It was good.

I noticed that Jen had a thing for castration soon into the relationship, but I admit rather than being frightened of it, it became a source of great sexual stimulation. Her threats about cutting my balls off, and her constant chatter about castration, and all the service that it provides mankind, tended to make me rather horney instead of scaring me off. If there was any talk about castration in our household, it was followed at once by passionate lovemaking. It became a buzz word for "let's go fuck".

None of this was spared the girls either. In fact looking back I'm sure that she must have told them alot that I didn't get to hear. As the years went by the girls grew up in a home that talked freely about emasculation. They were also taught about the birds and the bees long before puberty. It was a giddy topic of alot of livingroom banter.

My lovely Jen would lead the way, telling them that she didn't want any more babies, and she would then add a note about how much sleeker and prettier men look without that nasty wrinkled mess between their legs. The girls would agree with her, and egg me about how I should do it. For my part in all this I'd blush and cross my legs, and studder about how I liked my balls. But I wasn't crossing my legs because I was scared so much as because I had a massive erection. You see, this sexy banter would actually stimulate me.

I remember times when this kind of cheerful verbal tug of war would lead to a wrestling match. I'd lose of coarse, with three girls and a grown women pulling, and tugging on my arms and legs. And the bulge in my trousers didn't go unnoticed either. That would get pointed out with glee.

One of them would grab my erection through the fabric and announce it to everyone- "Look he's even got a boner" " He want's you to cut his balls off!"

That would be followed by loud laughter and giggles. Mom (Jen) would chase the girls away about then, and off to the bedroom we'd go for alittle romp.

The girls knowing everything that went on behind closed doors, would giggle and cat call from the other room. Sometimes the door wasn't all the way closed either. I remember seeing smirking faces in the darkened doorway several times as I peered from under Jen's sweaty body. Jen was almost always on top.

She used to live on a farm. I guess she must have had a thing for castration before she met me. When ever we'd go out to the country she'd point out the bulls and the steers to the girls, and go on and on about how it was done, and how it changed the males afterwards. She would tell the girls that it made them tame and docile. She also told them that it took away all their sexual power. It made them sterile, and unable to father children. She pointed out the balls hanging from the bulls, and the differant look of the steers.

Now the girls were getting older, and the oldest Debbie was actually coming of age. I had seen her naked plenty of times. I confess a stirring in my loins at the sight of her thin tuft of hair, and her pink lips when I got the chance to see them. She was actually a horny little vixen too, all of them were really. Debbie had a prominent clitoris. I mean you could really see it. She would sit across the room from me in her nightie with her legs folded up, and I couldn't help but stare. Once or twice I watched her through her open bedroom door as she laid on her belly with her fingers between her legs. She was mastrubating, and her skinny ass was pumping up and down. Embarassed, with an erection, I quietly turned away. These displays became common place as time moved forward.

Jen liked to be on top. Prehapes that is why Debbie would mastrubate on her belly, she had seen her mom on top of me facing down. Jen also liked bondage. She liked to tie me up. I, for my part, liked to be tied up. There were several times when our games were interupted by a blushing giggling girls who would burst in on us. There were no secrets, but the girl would still be scolded and chased away.

Jen used to like to constrict my penis while we would have intercoarse. She wouldn't let me ejaculate. All the blood would become trapped in my organ, and Jen would continue to ride it long after I had "cum". The contricting band would make it impossible to let my erection go flaccid. We also liked pumps and other toys. We would play castration games, after the verbal build up in the living room, and the racey talk there. She would put a ribbon around my balls, and command me lick her to an orgasm while she sat on my face. If I got her off, she'd remove the ribbon. Then She'd pump up my penis until I thought it would split, and tie elastic around the very base tightly and ride me like a cowgirl. It was really hot. I loved it. Sometimes I'd have several orgasms.

The steamy chit chat about castration never let up either. As the girls came of age it was usually them that started it. The middle girl, Crystal, was very precocious too. They would all gang up on me on the living room floor, and try to give me a rupture. Mom (Jen) would help them too. During many of these family wrestling matches it would be right at bed time. The girls were wearing their nighties, and I was on the floor looking up as all these virgin pussies were playfully beating me up, and threatening to castrate me. One time time sight of all those young vulvas, and the smooth white skin, the gentle blows to my own sex was too much for me.

I clearly remember Debbie grabbing my erection, and saying to Jen (Mom) "Look he's got a boner, he wants us to castrate him!!"

At that moment Monica the youngest was playfully trying to kick my balls and was missing. Jen was holding me down and laughing. I knew I was going to squirt. I mean I couldn't help it. I could see up Crystal's nightie. Jen had my arms and my head was pressing against her sex as I looked down at Debbie. She had a hold of my shaft, I didn't have underwear on, and my thin loose pants didn't conceal anything. I couldn't help it. If I didn't get away right now, I was going to have an embarassing moment.

I jumped under them, and my back arched. Monica kicked me right on target that time. I made a noise. As the girls stared, Jen included, my erection pulsed in Debbie's hand and a dark wet stain appeared. And then again it happened, and the wettness rapidly enlarged as I watched helpless. I was mortified. As she let go, and everybody seemed to step back, I grunted helpless again. A second large wet stain appeared, and soon joined the first.

I heard things like "Oh my God he sprayed" "Look Mom is that sperm?" and, " You sicko right in front of the girls" "Don't you have any control?" "Look he's still squirting isn't he?"

Where they had at first seemed to recoil, they now leaned back in for a closer look. The girls were fascinated by this, but also grossed out. Jen had never let up from kneeling on my arms, and my head was still up against her tummy. She was plainly angry.

I didn't see her looking at me at first, because I made the mistake of letting my eyes refocus on Debbie's enlarged clitoris which I could see pretty clearly. This didn't go unnoticed though.

The lecture was pretty intense. I was scolded for my lack of control, and for being a dirty pervert. I thought it would be curtains right then and there. But after fielding a bunch of questions from the girls about sperm, and reproduction, she seemed to cool off. Castration was brought up again in triplicate. It was touted as the cure for just this sort of thing. She also addressed the girls telling them that I needed to be watched closely. If I started "messing" with them or "looking" at them, that I would have to be neutered right away before something worse happened.

For my part, I had to beg to keep my balls, and promise that nothing like that would ever happen again. It was all very tongue, and cheek with pretended anger, and alot of stares, and lips being licked. I wasn't really that scared. It wasn't my fault after all. Unfortunatly the girls enjoyed it way too much.

But do you seriously think that any of this made those girls LESS eager? The whole affair seemed to turn up the heat even more. The sexual tension in that house between those girls, and myself just increased, as did their curiosity. Even the youngest seemed to be suddenly sexual.

The girls slept with Mom that night, and I was regulated to the couch. I sleep in the nude, in the buff, I still do all these sexless years later. Then in that time we all did on and off. So I was nude sleeping on the couch.

I awoke to pleasant fondling, and a throbbling erection that was ready to blow. Maybe I should decribe myself alittle here. I used to have a rather large thick cock. It was a healthly eight inches, circumscised, and I had a strangly low hanging set of balls. About my balls, they were also pretty big, the left one used to hang quite abit lower than the right, but the whole business hung about about the same length as my erection was tall, a healthy eight inches. We always kept my package waxed to remove most of the hair. Over the years of repeated waxing I naturally didn't have alot of hair, just alittle fuzz that escaped. Jen used to stretch my sac, and long before any of this cbt became fashionable, I was right there on the front line hanging it out for Jen to abuse.

Anyway I am about to have a nocturnal emission, and I wake up because it is so intense, and what do I see? Debbie is down there playing with my package. It is early morning, first light, and I awake to a building sensation.

Now this could go a couple differant ways. I should have covered myself and scolded her for touching me, but I didn't. For that I am guilty. I pretended to sleep as she squeezed my shaft, and pulled against my balls as they tightened in the spasm. She was intently massaging my erection, and I was in the final moments before ejaculation. Her head was turned to the side, and her blond hair hung down the side of her face.

I tried to hold back, but it was inevitable, but the act of holding it back made it that much more memorable when I finally let go. My Cock was tight and hard in her hand. It was as if I hadn't lost any semen the night before during my little accident. I was full and bursting. I could feel her hands pulling my balls, and in my minds eye I pictured her castrating me. Thick white creamy globs of semen jetted out of the end of my penis on my belly, and her hand. I arched my back and cried out. There wasn't any pretending to sleep then.

I heard her gasp in shock as I spasmed and squirted and cried out. I don't think she expected that. When she turned and saw me awake and now panting, she was at first afraid, then rapidly taking control, and smiling knowingly.

I told her that, "Christ almighty what was she trying to do?" "GET me castrated?" "If her mom see's this I'll be done for sure" I wiggled out of her grip and covered myself with a sheet and said, "your going to get me busted."

She said something like, " Don't worry they are sleeping soundly." " I just had to see it you know." She smiled and glided away.

It became a real struggle for me. The girls were doing everything in their power to make me appear to be a pervert. They would walk around the house completly naked if their mother wasn't there. I would have to sneak off to a private place to releive myself from the pressure of my sex. That didn't go unnoticed either. Debbie caught me twice, and Crystal walked in on me once while I mastrubated in bed. Jen tried to control my orgasms, but her denial of release made it even worse.

Every time I turned around there was another virgin pussy or Debbie's little ass going up and down, or Monica's little bald sex sticking in my face. The wrestling in the night was irresistable in it's sexual tension. Sex with Jen was explosive. My balls swelled with more and more semen.

Everytime we'd wrestle together as a family my hardon was pointed out, and it became a symbol of my lack of control. The shrieking and giggling about my eminent emasculation rose to new hieghts. I played with my erection pressing obviously against my thin tousers. And I would wear the very thinest fabric I could find. I enjoyed it immensely. I never thought for a second it would actually happen. It was fun and games that made life exciting. I played along, and even began to agree that I was a dirty pervert, and should be neutered. Soon it was Jen telling Monica to try to kick my balls properly while all the girls held me down. And with a good square kick or hit from one of them my bulge would wither and shrink to everyone's delight. Ah but it would come right back up, and around, and around we'd go again, until it all ended with Jen and me alone in the bedroom, and her riding me and making cowgirl noises.

Now I ended up tied to the bed alot. We had a four post bed and the posts were strong dark wood. I tried to get away several times, but her handcuffs were tight, and the wood was strong. Plus if I really did break the bed there'd be hell to pay. Several times I ended up spread out like that, Then Jen just walked out, and left me alone unattended for a period of time.

The first time she took off in the car. The girls came giggling in one at a time, each calling the other to come and look and see. I was spread out and exposed. I was naked. Debby was the first one to touch. She made herself into a sort of instructor. She stretched out my balls, and lifted my flaccid penis explaining all the parts while I tried to chase them away. They didn't listen to me, and in fact, Debby squeezed my ball pretty hard, and told me that I wasn't in any position to order them around. I started to get pissed, but got my nut pinched between her thumb, and forefinger for my trouble. The other girls leaned in to touch or pinch or lift my parts. I couldn't do anything. I pretended to be offended, and let my head back down on the bed. Then they heard the sound of crunching gravel as their mother pulled into the driveway in her car, and they panicked and scattered. I thought it best to keep that incident to myself.

I used to be prone to fits of rage when things didn't go my way. Sometimes I'd explode over a trifle. I was also given to corporeal punishment. I didn't go for the spare the rod thing at all. Now the truth is alittle more complicated. I liked giving a nice bare bottom spanking. I love the way the girls would squirm, and cry as I would smack their bare asses, and I simply couldn't resist the sight of those two mounds of fuzz covered flesh. But I was once prone to fits of rage. After a very bad fit over the dishes not being done, when I had terrorized everyone, and delivered a sound spanking to Monica, Jen (Mom) made a startling statement. She announced to the girls that if I were castrated I'd lose that terrible anger and rage, and become quite passive, and docile, just like those nice steers they saw. This slowly soaked into the girl's angry and hurt faces. I'll never forget that look of understanding that they got.

Monica and Crystal were both crying, and Debbie was pissed herself about how I'd spanked Monica. Crystal was mad too, but hurt because I'd said some rather hard words to her. They all changed. I could see them thinking about it, and understanding what their mother had said. We were all happily rolling around on the livingroom floor a few minutes later, and Monica was trying to kick my balls. Things change quickly. But as I look back I see how Jen was sowing the seeds of discontent.

I got left alone, tied to the bed, a few more times. And each time was a lesson in humility and powerlessness. There was the embarassment of being poked, and pinched, and examined, and hurt alittle while the girls seemed to become familar with the male body. I'm sure that Jen did it on purpose. I went willingly...my libido hoping for an orgasm. She would leave me there unattended, and leave the house. The girls became braver. This happened several times.

Once Debbie jacked me off because the other two wanted to see the sperm come out. It was like being milked. I didn't want to do it, but my body responded in kind. I squirted semen all over my belly, and they stuck their fingers in it and smelled it, and made faces.

Crystal said "So that's what makes the babies."

The over all consenses was that it was gross. They noted how my cock got hard, and how it jerked when the semen came out. They noticed how my balls tightened up, and then relaxed afterwards.

I really wanted to fuck Debbie. I would strain for her. I masturbated with her vision in my mind. I squirted for her. the time came when I was having sex with Jen, I was actually thinking about having sex with her daughter. And when I came, if I was allowed to, it was with the vision of Debbie holding a knife to my balls, and then slicing. Then I'd shot my load and gasp. I think Jen knew it too, but I will never know if that's true.

The last time she wondered off to the store or the bar, and left me tied to the bed with a house full of girls was the real corker. This time she left me gagged too. The girls pratically came running in as soon as the sound of the car faded. Jen had left me unsatisfied, and I was bobbing around in the wind. I was actually hoping this would happen. I wanted Debbie to give her sister's a demonstration of how a man and women actually do it. They noticed the gag right away. It was a pair of Jen's panties, white cotton panties balled up, and then taped with a big silver piece of duct tape. All I could do is make muffed moans and shake or nod my head.

Debbie said,"Look girls he's got a gag over his mouth." "Do you know what that means?"

My other step daughters both shook their heads and she continued, "It means that if we hurt him nobody will be able to hear him yelling."

They were all smiling and excited I can tell you that.

So they go to looking and handling my balls. They aren't being rough or anything, just rolling them around, and chatting about castration. I've heard all this before so I'm not scared just horny. I try to communicate my desire by bobbing my erection up and down. That gets some attention. Crystal wraps her hand around it and squeezes it. It felt really good. Her hands were cool and dry and when she squeezed I could feel the pressure in my glans. It made me really horny for more, so I thrust my hips alittle. And to my complete relief she stroked it slowly.

Now about then Debbie tells Monica to go get IT. I was thinking what's this? When Monica returned she had a slim cardboard box in her hand. Debbie was stretching my balls and massaging them as she took the box and thanked her little sister.

Debbie produced a shiney pair of pliers. I didn't know then what was up, but I sure as hell figured it out soon enough. The pliers were elastrators. She squeezed them open once or twice to demonstrate. I still didn't really have any fear. Crystal was still pleasuring me. Monica looked excited, and was flushed, and was talking quickly.

Debbie said to me, " you really like this don't you?"

I nodded my head in spite of the sight of the device.

She went on, "would you like to see my pussy up close?"

I moaned out "yes" into my gag, and nodded.

The girls all looked at each other and smiled.

she than said, " Would you like it if Crystal took off her panties too?"

Again I nodded breathing heavy.

Monica was stripping off her nightie already, and she knelt beside me on the bed. I could see her mons and her two soft folds.

Debbie said, "Would you like to touch her pussy?"

I could see the peach fuzz on it glowing with a sort of golden glow. I could see the slit where the folds met. I could see the first darker hairs above it. She walked herself closer to my head on her knees. I nodded my head as Crystal continued to slowly stroke my engorged erection.

I could see Debbie sliding a green band over the tongs on the end of the pliers.

I knew what was happening. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to, but part of me, a big part of me wanted to go alittle farther. Besides we could always cut the band off in a minute or two.

The tongs opened and the green band was stretched out very far and wide. She tested it a couple times, and then I raised my head to watch as she bent closer to my package.

Monica, I remember her saying, "Don't watch them look at me!"

I did look over at her, she was right next to my chest and her pussy was right next to my head. She was spreading her legs, and tickling herself with her finger tips. I can still see the way she was smiling. I can see her peach fuzz as her fingers slid across her immature sex. I watched as she slid her finger between her folds.

I could feel a pulling sensation as Debbie stretched my balls out, and then more pulling as my balls were guided through the opening of the green band. First one ball, stuck briefly in the opening then the other one as she popped it through.

Crystal said, "See he likes it, look at how he's bucking his hips."

I could feel Debbie slide the device, and the band to the very top of my scrotum, and both girls worked together, one holding, and squeezing my glans, and the other pulling my balls tight, and holding the device. I wanted more stimulation truthfully. I wanted to slide my cock up inside one of these girls hot sex, and fire off a week of pent up semen.

Then, still watching below, and turning to watch Monica opening her pussy, I felt the first pinch. Debbie had released, ever so slowly the band. Yes it hurt alittle, but I was really preoccupied. Then I felt alittle more pinching and then Debbie held up the tool minus the band.

The girls coooed and fawned over their handy work while Crystal continued to squeeze my organ. It was really tight now. The pressure of the band pulling the skin, and the impeding orgasm was really intense. Monica left her post by my head, and went below to look too.

Crystal stopped massaging me, and instead turned to rolling my balls over in her hand.

The conversation went something like this, " His balls are already turning colors look."

"Yes and I think he's liking it too because look his dick is still really hard."

"Mom's going to be so happy when she get's home"

"How long do we leave it on for?"

"Haha! look his balls are dieing, they are really turning colors."

Then Monica said "Why didn't he squirt like last time?" "He was supposed to squirt that stuff."

All the girls had drawn back slightly to examine their work. I tried to answer her question by bobbing my erection up and down. So I did , I bobbed it up and down over, and over, and moaned behind my gag. "Please touch please touch."

I know it was wrong. I still wasn't worried, I just wanted to have one of them touch alittle more. I know it was sick and crimminal, but I wanted to bury my cock soooo badly inside Debbie.

Debbie said, "Let's play alittle game." "We've got lots of time."

She made up a game. It was a game she'd seen through the partially opened door once or twice. A game that I bet, she'd laid on her belly with her finger buried in her muff, and her little ass going up, and down, as she pictured every little part right up to her orgasm.

She laid out the rules. I was to lick her pussy, and if she had an orgasm then she'd cut the band on my testicles, and I could keep my balls. I nodded my head. What choice was there for me? Plus I'd always wanted to see her monster clit up close.

The tape came off with a quick painful tug, and I was happy to breath through my mouth again, if only briefly because suddenly a wet pussy was sliding against my lips and nose.

I licked and sucked, and I sucked and I licked, and licked and sucked. Monica and Crystal kept squeezing, and pumping my erection, and playing with my balls. Somehow they figured out when to stop before I shot my load. They wouldn't let me cum. I think they got some coaching in this from either their big sister or even their mom. The pressure on my balls was building, and so was the explosion in my cock. But it didn't happen, but there was alot of giggling, and cooing down there.

Debbie did indeed have a big clit. I could feel it between my lips when I was sucking on it, like a hard knob.

She came with a huge cry and thrashing. Her sisters watched in amazment.

Then Crystal said, " I want him to do me next!!!"

The same deal was offered. I lick Crystal to an orgasm, and then they'd release my balls. I agreed knowing I had plenty of time.

It was like before, but with more of sense of urgency. I had to get this done. There was pain now. It wasn't really bad, but it was an aching, a dull aching. Monica and Debby stayed down by my throbbing erection, and aching balls giggling, handling, and hefting, while I sucked, and licked, licking there was no tommorow.

Finally she began to thrust and shriek. And finally fell off me panting, and red in the face. I had pussy juice, and saliva running down to my chest. My tongue hurt.

Then Monica, God bless her, there had to be a pubescent, she demanded the very same too. In her defense Debbie said outloud right then, that if I did her that she would slid her pussy down over top of my cock. I wanted it so badly. I had always wanted it. And it was only fair, because I did eat both her sisters. I gave my consent.

I tried I really did. I tried like hell to get her an orgasm. The other two sister chanted, and counted and made all kinds of noise , but it just wasn't happening. Finally she got off my face, and sat on my chest. I couldn't tell what hurt worse my balls or my tongue. Her face was red and flushed, and she was panting. Her pussy was red also and it looked like I'd spanked it something. But she didn't scream.

Then I felt the most wonderful thing.

Slippery warmth sliding down my swollen red erection. My balls didn't hurt that much anymore, but man I was sooooo horny. And I could see behind Monica that her oldest sister was sliding on my cock. I tried to gasp "Oh yes!!" I pumped upwards.

I heard an exclaimation from Crystal "She's doing it!!" "She took it all the way!!"

Monica got down for a closer look, and as the two of us thrust into each other Monica and Crystal watched intently and closely.

I had to cum. I needed to cum. I thrust so hard and deep. I wanted to cum inside. I had to cum inside. I could feel her bucking down against me sliding my erection directly against her clit.

I started panting and saying,"Yes , Yes, Yes, Yes, !!!"

I felt her pussy clench and I heard her cry out again even louder this time, and then she colapsed onto my chest with my swollen cock still inside her. I was still for a minute, and I could feel her contracting inside in pulses. I could feel the pressure of her pussy squeezing me. I could feel the heat of her body, driving me crazy. And I couldn't pause any more so I tried a thrust.

She Gasped and lifted her hips off me. I felt my cock slide out of her and her sisters watched as it slapped my belly with a wet slap. Damn!!!!!

Debby came around to the questions of her sisters, "How was it it?" "Did it feel good?"

She smiled and murmmer affirmativly.

Then the girls turned back to me. "Please don't leave me like this!" They saw my eyes -I'm sure- begging. I was struggling. My cock was hard as a rock, and flopping around shiney with juice.

Crystal said to me, " You really want to cum don't you?"

I was crying I think as I pleaded, "Yes yes yes yes !!!

"I'd like to fuck you too, that looked like fun."

She reached out, and squeezed my red erection. It was slick, and wet with pussy juice from Debbie. She squeezed it, and than pumped it once , twice,

God it was sooo sensitive, I thought, "Not like this!!!" "Let me cum inside." I must have looked frantic because she squeezed, and pumped it again, and I thrust my hips involuntarly. I couldn't help it. It was a spasm. At least my balls didn't hurt anymore.

"Come-on Crystal do it!"

Monica screamed "He's going to do it!!"

"Yeah do him Crystal, you might as well after we castrated him, and tortured him all night with sex."

Her hand squeezed tight, but she didn't move it up and down. I froze,"there is still time." I thought I didn't dare move or I'd squirt all over myself. I really wanted to cum inside somebody!!!! I forgot all about my balls, and the time.

"I want to fuck him like you did Debbie." She whined.

"He's going to squirt any second." " You can't let him do it inside you or you'll have a baby." Debbie returned.

I was exploding, "PLEASE PLEASE"

"I don't care," she said.

Then she pulled my erection up to vertical position and her hand slid down as she went to mount me, and that's when I lost it. She had her hand on the base of my shaft, and was pointing it straight up. The girls watched with their mouths open in disbelief as I made a muffeled cry, and twisted. That last little slippery motion was too much. I could wait another second. I tried to hold back so she could mount me. I desparately wanted to squirt that load as deep inside her fertile hot pussy as could. I held on sooooo hard.

I cried out,"No not yet!!!"

I watched as a solid stream of white semen shot straight up into the air. I watched it like slow motion. I still do. In my minds eye it was the very last of my good seed. My last and only chance to do it right.

Arching in a slight angle the whole sticky mess came down on my belly. Then it sprayed again this time she pointed it toward my face. It didn't make it that far, but my chest was splattered.

I vaguely heard the cheers and ooohs aaahhs as I splattered myself over and over.

Her hand was gone. They were all laughing now. I Looked down at myself covered in white globs of semen.

I shouted, "Ok I did it, now quick cut that band!!!" "I'm dieing here, come on Debbie!!"

Debbie shook her head, then they did the cruelest thing of all. As I protested, and thrashed, they stuck the gag back in my mouth, and taped it down.

I was practically crazy.

Debby said, 'We planned to castrate you Dad." "We planned it forever." "Ever since that night you creamed your jeans in the livingroom."

Monica added, "You're a pervert Dad, and now without your balls you'll be tame like a steer, just like mom says." "You wont get mad at us any more and you wont want to spank me."

Crystal threw in her two cents too, " Besides your balls are toast." " Do you have any idea how long it's been now." "It's been like two hours."

Monica add, " Your balls are black, you want to see them?"

I lifted my head, and the youngest pulled them up where I could see them. They were as black and dead looking as a frost bit finger.They were a dark dark blue and gray with grayish lines here and there. Worse yet, they were numb. And when she dropped them back between my legs I could feel that they were cold against my skin.

I groaned.

I realized at that moment that I had been neutered, gelded, cut off, emasculated, elastrated, and completely castrated. It wasn't that the fight went out of me right then, but I understood that it was over. It had been too long. They were gone.

I started crying, and I didn't stop until Jen came home.

She didn't let me go either, she and the girls had a heated and loud arguement in the other room. It sounded like she was pissed because they did it without her.

The yelling didn't last long, then the whispering started and then fifteen minutes later it turned to giggles and the peals of laughter.

Soon after that I was released. I staggered off to the bathroom, I had to pee. My balls were dead.

I started looking for my wire cutters but Jen and the girls stopped me. They said I couldn't do that or I would die. Jen said she knew what to do and it had to start with me trusting her and drinking this bottle of Jack Daniels.

I got plastered, naked, in the living room, with my shriveled up dick and my black balls. Jen and the girls made way too many jokes. I laughed at most of them and only cried alittle.

The next afternoon when I woke up I had a whole new look down there. My balls were gone, and what was there instead was a neat line of stitches from nearly my asshole to halfway up my dick. Yeah my balls are gone.

We broke up about a two years later. I couldn't take the men, and the way the girls treated me. I've been buying them cars and houses ever since. I was told that if I didn't they'd turn me in. So what's a guy to do? I work, and make the payments. They treat me ok I guess. I'm glad I don't see much of them though.

Well, that's my story. If you get into a thing like this, run! Run as far and fast as you can, and don't look back. Leave everything behind and flee! Losing the balls wasn't so bad, in fact I deserved to lose them, but the blackmail has been hell.

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