Aversion Therapy

By elec_tron6

I was 17 when I was caught by my Dad having sex with the boy next door. He might not have minded but I was a boy too, and my Dad is rabidly anti-gay.

My friend was chased out of the house and I got the lecture of the century. First I tried to tell him I wasn't gay, that this was a one time thing, and it was true too, I preferred girls. But he wouldn't let up, he wouldn't believe me. It ended only when I shouted at him that I was gay, loved it and when I turned 18 in two weeks I was gone and he was powerless.

He was shocked and grew quiet. He said "Well, your still 17 and under my power. You will go to a doctor I heard about through the church and you will undergo therapy to make you straight, or the consequences will be very severe."

"OK" I agreed easily. I figured that if all I needed was 2 months of therapy and Dad would get off my back (and back in the will, Dad was quite wealthy.)

The next day I was taken on a long trip to this doctor's office at a small private hospital for the clinically insane. Figures, Dad would think I was insane. He met at length with Dr Specter (what a name, jeez) while I waited and checked out the pretty nurse on duty.

Finally, they emerged from his office and Dad said goodbye, the doctor would explain and I should cooperate fully if I wished to get well, and said he would be back when I was ready. He said if I was still here on my 18th birthday then it would be too late and never to come home at all. Then he left without so much as a handshake.

"Good Lord" I thought. "I'm stuck here and I have to fool this fool doctor."

The doctor and nurse took me to a room and asked me to strip. They left and I did. Better to appear to cooperate until I know what this is all about.

I was surprised when the nurse came back and not the doctor. She eyed me up and my erection grew quickly. I have a large cock and balls and am rather proud of them so I didn't try to hide it. Then asked me to lie down on the table. I did and she strapped me down. There were wires in the cuffs. Weird.

"What is all this, if you want me to lie still you only need to ask." I told her.

She giggled "I know you won't try to escape me, its the doctor. I hope it turns out OK, I hate to see boys hurt."

This didn't sound good. "Why would I try to escape the doctor? What is happening here?"

The nurse smiled but didn't answer. She rolled a big box with wires on a wheeled table to the table and plugged the box in. Before she left she put a ball gag into my mouth so I wouldn't bite my tongue.

I was nervous now. My erection was fading when the doctor came in a few minutes later.

"I am Dr. Specter. No jokes about the name please." He said with stern look. "Your father has committed you to this institution and you are now in our legal custody. He has committed you to this facility because you have a mental condition that causes you to be attracted to men rather than women, in a word, homosexual. I have developed a treatment that is likely to cure your problem but since the authorities Constar it an untreatable condition I must complete the work before you are 18."

"You will undergo what I call Aversion Therapy. The principal is time tested and simple. If you behave in an inappropriate way you will be give one or more treatments that are painful, appropriate behaviors are rewarded in a pleasurable way. Pain and pleasure, like the old carrot and stick." He explained.

"We here have a simple test to see if you are cured of your homosexual tendencies, if you can achieve orgasm from male stimulation. If you cannot, you are cured. Orgasm with female stimulation is the positive goal we wish to achieve."

"Our first test is a time trial. I will stimulate you and see if you achieve orgasm, how long that takes. If and when you do, you will be given the first of the aversion treatments."

I wanted to shout "NO" but I could only mumble.

Incredibly, the doctor then poured a thick warm oil on my cock and began to massage my balls. My erection returned full force. I was powerless to move or speak so I just settled in to enjoy the sensations.

I had to admit the doctor had talent. He moved on to my cock and used long powerful stokes. It wasn't long before his efficient hands had gotten me close to orgasm. I was right on the edge when he slowed and said "This is it boy, now your therapy begins."

I came. Several thick ropes of sperm shot out and landed on my chest. The doctor let go of me as soon as the first spurt so the orgasm was a bit of a let down.

I tried to relax but the doctor was checking the wires on the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. He switched on his machine. I lifted my head to see what he was doing. He had a damp sponge wired to a metal tongs. He held it up; he was wearing rubber gloves.

He touched the sponge to my balls and I jumped and screamed into the gag. He was shocking my balls with electricity! The current went from my balls out through the cuffs!

I looked at him now with true fear. The man looked down at me and smiled. "Now you understand the seriousness of the treatment, not torture, treatment. This pain shall help you in the long run although I'm sure you can't see that right now."

He adjusted his machine and again blasted my cock and balls with electricity. I couldn't even breathe or think while he blasted me. I was too busy trying to breathe in the moments between the pain. Several times he upped the power of his machine and the agony grew worse. Never had I even imagined this kind of pain.

Finally it was over. I don't know how many times he had tortured me. I was exhausted and every muscle in my body was sore. Two male orderlies have carried me to a small room and locked me in.

It was 5 days until my 18th birthday.

That night I tried everything I could to escape but it was no use. They didn't let me have any clothes, trying to break my spirit I bet.

In the morning they gave me only water. I hoped to make a break for it but the orderlies were ready. One punched me in the still sore balls and I collapsed. He rammed his knee in my balls twice as they picked me up, I'm sure it was on purpose. Finally they strapped me back on the table with my legs spread wide and gagged me again. My balls hurt badly.

After a few minutes, the pretty nurse came in. Long blond hair and a thin but shapely figure. She said, "I am not a nurse but a skilled therapist. I am here for the positive side of your treatment. I am to give you as much pleasure as a female can to help you on the right path in your young life."

She adjusted the wall intercom and got soft music. She began a sensual striptease. It was almost funny, here I was strapped down with my balls in pain and this woman was talking off her clothes. Under other circumstances I would have fucked her in a minute but I was filled with rage and pain. She was wearing just white stockings, garter, white satin g-string and a white translucent bra when she said "I'll ungag you so you can tell me what you like, don't blow this, you won't like the alternative."

The moment the gag was off I screamed "Let me go you stupid bitch! I'll get every gay rights lawyer on the planet in here to get you put in prison! I'll personally kick you fucking ass!"

I fought as she put the gag back in. "Well, you have rejected me, a beautiful women if I do say so myself. I was going to give you please beyond even the pain you suffered but now you will have to pay the price. And you really hurt my feelings too. It least you made it easier for me to 'treat' you now."

Again I struggled to get free, again I failed. I was at this woman's mercy and she was mad.

She changed the intercom music to dance music and turned up the volume a little. She smiled and said, "I will try not to let my hurt affect your treatment. Before you get it I like to give a taste of what you turned down so you won't make the same mistake twice."

She lightly ran her thin long nailed fingers up and down my naked body. He breath washed over me. Her long hair dragged over me as she moved around the table. She ever so gently craddled my wounded balls and then lightly stoked my cock until I had hardened. She removed her bra and panties leaving the stockings and heels on. The woman, not much older than me really, looked like a playboy model.

Standing beside the table she again gently held my erection. She made sure I watched as she teased me. "I had hoped you would be able to return this kind of pleasure,” she said. "I love it when a man licks my nipples."

She teased me for half an hour I think. Touching here and there, brushing me with her hair or hands or breasts, raising me to an exquisite level of excitement.

"I love to fuck too but the best foreplay is 69 I think. Let me show you up close what you missed." She said.

The therapist (I didn't even know her name!) climbed on the table and took my cock in her mouth. Her pussy was mostly shaved except for a vertical blond stripe. I watched, fascinated, as her ample pussy lips wetted and unfolded before my eyes, only a few inches out of reach of my lips.

She sucked me very gently but deeply. My dick is over 8 inches long but she took me to the root. She was deliberately keeping me from coming but she wasn't stopping. Now my balls ached in another way as well.

She climbed off of me and said "This is where I would have slowly taken your cock into my cunt and given you a ride you would never have forgotten. Now though, you must be punished for rejecting me. I hope you will only do it once."

She turned up the intercom music and picked up a black stick with a soft leather pad at the end.

"Remember, this is treatment, not torture. And my hurt feeling have nothing to do with it." She said as she raised the whip.

A second later with a load swish I was screaming into the gag as pain exploded in my balls. "Sorry" she said with a smile that showed she was lying. I shivered in pain and fear.

Swish, crack, scream. Swish, crack, scream. She varied the pattern. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, usually not as hard. Every stroke hurt. About one in three were not on my balls but on my cock or chest or legs. The pain grew into my belly with a terrible ache that sickened me. My thighs hurt with the failed effort to close my legs to cover my vulnerable masculine orbs. I couldn't have ever imagined how much pain my balls could bring me and it never ended. A couple times she sucked me hard again while she slapped my balls lightly with her hand, only to resume as hard as before or hit my cock with the whip like a baseball player. All the while she told me how bad homosexuality was. How I could have had heaven on earth with the pleasures of her flesh. Eventually my voice to scream into the gag was gone and my mind went numb. My balls and belly remained in absolute agony. I prayed to die and end this torture.

After two hours she took a break. Still nearly naked and sweaty she gave me water and asked if I would refuse her again.

I cried and shook my head no.

She made soothing sounds and wiped away my tears and just as my hopes were raised, gagged me and beat my balls some more.

When I passed out it was a blessing.

When I woke up the orderlies threw me into a cold shower. I was hosed down, roughly dried, fed a little, and then strapped into a semi reclined couch.

The therapist returned. She was cleaned and dressed with her hair up in a bun looking like a profession rather than the witch that tortured me for hours. My balls were still in agony as she gently handled them, looking for permanent damage. They were badly swollen and bright red.

"Tomorrow we will try you with a man again. If you orgasm with him you will be given further aversion therapy. I'm sorry we have to be so severe but our time to cure you is very short and your father asked us to make every effort for a cure rather than the alternative."

"Please, I'll be good. I'll do anything, just don't hurt me anymore." I pleaded.

She went into a lecture about the evils of homosexuality. She went on for an hour. I was convinced; gay was evil and promised to never do it again. Then again, I would have sworn I was the Easter bunny if that would have ended this ordeal. I had to walk bowlegged back to my cell.

It was 4 days until my 18th birthday.

They treated me better that night. I was fed well and as the pain subsided hours later, slept. I was still kept naked though. By morning my body felt better but my balls were still swollen and sore. After breakfast I was again strapped to a table. I shivered with fear; my dick was nearly shrunken into my body. My balls throbbed.

A large muscular black man entered. "I will be your tester today. If you fail your test and act in a homosexual manner you will be given another aversion therapy treatment." He said.

He took off his clothes. He had a large cock like mine but he had a foreskin. I had never seen one up close before. He approached the table and began for fondle my penis. Despite my best efforts I hardened in his hand. He hardened in my face, the head now peeking out from under the foreskin.

The man put oil on my cock and began to stroke me. At first I had hopes not to stay hard but this guy knew what to do. He avoided my sore balls and focused on the ridge where the head meets the shaft and the underside. I was both sexually excited and terrified I would come. I tried to think of dead babies but between the stroking of my cock and his erection wiggling in my face it was no use. No matter how hard I fought it, I was getting close to coming.

I tried to ask him to ungag me and he stopped stroking me as I was throbbing and ready to shoot. He seemed to understand me and said "This room is soundproof but I would rather keep the noise down," before he took off the gag.

"Please don't make me come. I can't help what my body does. Please, I'll do anything; I'll give you anything. Please." I begged.

"Well, I could give you a break I suppose, if you will suck my cock and swallow every drop of my come." He said.

"Anything." I said, relieved at any out I could get.

He used plastic cuffs to bind my feet together and my hands behind my back as the untapped me. He sat in a chair and leaned back with a satisfied expression on his face. I knelt between his legs and examined the large cock and balls before me.

Now I was faced with the task of sucking this big man off with only my mouth. I started by licking and sucking his balls then sucking the big cock head. He was eight inches long with a thick shaft. I had trouble with anything more than four inches of his dick in my mouth but redoubled my efforts after half an hour when he threatened to finish what he started if I didn't suck better.

Finally I found a position that would allow me to take most all of his enormous meat into my throat. I couldn't breathe that way but got into a pattern. Deepthroat, swallow on the head, work tongue on the underside of the shaft, slide off with lots of suction, grab a breath. He forced me to pick up the

pace towards the end.

My jaw ached as bad as my balls when he finally came. He moaned and grabbed my by the head and held my down on his penis as he shot his sperm directly into my stomach. I was cut off from air so long that I wondered if I would die like this, choked to death on an oversized dick. Then it was over and I was seeing black as I came up for air.

"You are a pretty good cocksucker boy. Back up on the table and I'll tell the doctor the truth, that you didn't come for Me." he said.

Music to my ears. I was restrapped to the table but not gagged. I relaxed for the first time in days before the female therapist came in.

"Charles tells me you did not orgasm with him, that is good news." She said.

"That’s right." I replied.

She said, "He told me you are a little Homo cocksucker instead."

I felt a sudden chill as the blood seemed to run out of me. "Oh my God, it was his idea. He made me do it." I said.

"That was the test, you failed. Too bad. Now you must pay the price." She said.

I begged over and over not to be beaten or shocked again and she wiped my balls with alcohol. She got a syringe of something and said, "You won't be."

She injected the fluid into each ball quickly and said, "I'll be back in 2 hours, see ya later." She left quickly.

The fluids in my balls hurt, burned. The pain grew worst and worse. I yelled then screamed. The agony grew horrible beyond words and I screamed at the top of my lungs over and over.

The next 2 hours were hell on earth. All alone in the room, the agony went on and on. I cursed everyone I knew and swore to murder everyone in this God forsaken place and my father too.

I was long since hoarse when the woman came back with some water. My balls still burned but not nearly as bad. Maybe they were dead, I hoped so just to end the pain. I drank it thirstily and croaked "Thank God that is over."

She laughed "It's not over yet, I just need to give you the next injection now that this one has worn off."

I struggled to get free and she pierced my balls several times to get the whole quantity of torture fluids in.

She left to my croaking curses.

Once more my balls burned. I cried and cried. I can't even begin to describe the agony of the next few hours. I tried to hold my breath until I passed out to escape the pain but I couldn't.

I passed into some sort of dream realm. The pain was my whole universe but it didn't matter. My mind wandered and I wondered if I had gone insane.

Eventually it was over. I was only semi conscious when orderlies took me back to my cell. I was fed the evening and my balls felt numb. If I could have cut them off to end the tortures I would have done so. Finally I got an idea. If I jerked off repeatedly I wouldn't be able to come for the man tomorrow. Congratulating myself, I jerked off four times until late in the evening until my cock was raw. It was a real struggle with the ball pain.

Finally I slept.

It was 3 days until my 18th birthday.

In the morning I jerked off again and knew I couldn't come any more no matter what. I was given a hot shower and hot meal. My balls were still swollen and they ached all the time but after all I had been through it was bearable.

Once more I was strapped down to a narrow leather bench and gagged. This time a nurse I had not seen before came in and shaved my cock and balls totally hairless and cleaned me up. She never made a sound, it was scary. I was in a semi reclined position so I could easily see my poor withered cock and aching balls. I was terrified of the pain I might face but confident that there was no way I could come.

The woman therapist/torturer walked in. My blood ran cold. If I had to come with her or be tortured I was doomed.

"Once more you have a chance to prove you are a man. Once more I will try to elicit an orgasm. If you fail to shoot your sperm for me I will continue your aversion therapy." She said.

I was frightened so bad I been to shiver in the warm room. My swollen balls hung low and vulnerable to her evil plans. Despite her angelic appearance I knew this beautiful blond woman would inflict horrible pain on me.

She was wearing a blue see thru baby doll outfit with matching stockings and heels. Her large nipples and thin blond bush were clearly visible. I hoped that the vision of loveliness would stir my cock to life but between my fear and the workout I gave it earlier, nothing.

My legs were spread wide and strapped to the legs of the narrow couch. She approached me with a smile; she looked genuinely interested in sex with me which would normally be a big turn on. Maybe turning gay guys straight was this woman’s big turn on.

"Please give me your cock. I want your sperm in my womb. I'll be your slut if you let me." She said.

She knelt on the couch between my legs. With her hands on my thighs she bowed down and began to lick my shiveled cock. Gently at first, then with more vigor she sucked me. This woman really knew how to suck cock but still my cock failed to respond. I willed it to, but nothing.

She stood and with her legs on either side of the couch she gave me an awesome view of her blond pussy as she fingered her large and obviously erect clit.

"Please let me please you. Please let me have your big cock. I need it in my cunt so bad." she begged.

She turned around and bent at the waist she renewed her sucking. Her blond pussy was right in front of me. She must shave her lips since there wasn't a wisp of hair on them. Her cunt was wet and fragrant. Her pink lips glistened with dew.

"Please let me fuck you." she whispered as she sucked.

Finally after a bit of very aggressive sucking I hardened. My dick was practically numb but I hardened.

She immediately turned and sat on my cock. She was so wet I slipped right in even though she was tight.

"Yes, this is what I crave. Showing a man what is really good." She said.

She began to move and I began to soften. I just couldn't keep it up. I closed my eyes and concentrated on it but it was no use. I was soft and slipped out.

I opened my eyes. Her face was now a mask of hatred. "Fine, so be it. This was your last chance with me. I could have been so good to you but now you will get the alternative. Remember, this was your choice."

She sat straddling the couch with her legs spread facing me she grasped my balls in the palm of her hand with her index finger and thumb tightly encircling the base of my balls. I was in a cold sweat now, fearing that I knew what was next.

I was right. Her hand closed like a fist and my balls were crushed together. I screamed into the ball gag.

She rolled my poor balls in their sack every which way making sure every part was in agony. She then squeezed and relaxed my balls many times. The pain was exquisite each time. She would also crush my tender orbs with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand. She watched me the whole time, mostly with a serious expression on her face, sometimes with a bit of a smile as she found a new angle to inflict the most pain.

The sadist. Her nipples stood out against the see thru fabric even though the room was so warm. Her cunt left a huge wet spot on the leather under her.

I don't know how long it went on. I can't believe how much pain she inflicted on me without ever actually rupturing my balls. Eventually I was in a dreamlike state. The agony was just as bad but it didn't seem to matter. My screaming into the gag dropped to a steady moan. Agony as a background noise. Several times I drifted towards blessed unconsciousness but she would pause and slap my face and shout "WAKE UP!"

In the end I have a vague memory of her fingering her clit with one hand while crushing my balls with the other. When she said "Ahhhhh" she crushed me extra hard.

Finally it was over. I was back in my cell crying and holding my wounded balls and didn't remembering how I got there.

It was 2 days until my 18th birthday.

I slept on and off the rest of the day and night. When I woke, it was to nightmares of testicular agony. I feared this trauma would last the rest of my life.

In the morning I was again fed and washed. I had most of the day to recover. It was late afternoon when they finally came for me. I figured that since this was my last day until my birthday they might be desperate.

This time I was struggling as they strapped me down on my hands and knees with only my chest on the bench. My ass was exposed and my cock and balls hung down between my legs, horribly exposed to whatever they might wish to do to me. They wheeled a large TV in and parked it right in front of me.

The original male doctor came in with the male orderly I had sucked off. The orderly undressed while the doctor put in a tape. It was a male homosexual tape, just sex scenes and come shots.

"You will receive anal sex while you are manipulated manually. If you manage not to orgasm before the anal sex has ended you will be put on probation with us. If you do achieve orgasm you will have your organs of generation removed for your own good." The doctor said.

I didn't understand this generation thing but I sure understood anal sex, this orderly was about to fuck me in the ass! I futilely struggled. The huge black man greased up his erection in front of me. He was about 8 inches long, thick, and uncircumcised.

He was grinning at me. "I sure am glad my Daddy didn't feel the way yours does. I know I'm big so I will take it slowly so as not to hurt you. Just relax. Try not to focus on my cock up your ass, focus on the screen."

The doctor undressed and sat naked next to me on the floor. He put some kind of super slippery gel on his hands and slowly began to stroke up and down the length of my shaft. Despite all that had happened my cock was responding. With his other hand he very gently kneaded my swollen testicles.

The orderly got on his knees and pressed his big cock head against my anal sphincter. I squeezed it tight to resist him until he said "Go ahead boy, I like to hurt young boys this way. The tighter you are the more it will hurt."

I tried to relax to minimize the pain. I tried to focus on the screen. Two men in a heated 69. The black man probed my asshole with his dick, he didn't seem to be in any rush. Finally he entered me. Just the wide flared head. I thought I could feel the glands sliding back and forth inside the foreskin. Then he eased into me deeply and just shifted positions several times to let my gut adjust to this intrusion.

My asshole had never been so stretched. If I tensed at all it hurt like hell, like my ass was ripping open. I relaxed and tried to concentrate what the Doctor was doing to my dick. It felt great but I figured I could resist this time.

The Doctor and the orderly quickly got into a rhythm. The slow stroking of the doctor's hands, the slow stroking of the huge dick in my ass. There was some kind of pressure in my ass that was making me get close to orgasm without the usual sensations on my cock. I began to get scared and was actually ready to come when the orderly groaned and shot his load in my ass. Relief washed over me as they both stopped. More relief when the huge softening organ was withdrawn from my dripping ass.

Rather than quitting, they just switched positions. The Doctor entered me easily compared to the orderly. The doctor was only 6 inches long and he was circumcised too. The orderly put his face close to mine and continued stroking me where the Doctor left off. The Doctor's dick was also hitting that spot within me and my orgasm was approaching.

"Do you know what we will do to you if you come, boy?" He asked, "Your organs of generation are your balls, boy. We will castrate you. We will cut off your balls and drop them in a metal bowl."

I believed him and was terrified. I was bound too tightly to escape but tried again anyway. No use. The bastard had waited to tell me until I was close.

"Fight it boy, your orgasm is the death sentence for your balls. Don't let us cut you that way. Resist." He said. The grin showed he clearly enjoyed his job. He actually slowed done, perhaps to give me a fighting chance to resist. To keep my balls. The Doctor however picked up the pace.

The tickling inside was going to make me come. I could feel it now. The orderly seemed to know this too and released my cock. It bounced in the open air. The orderly massaged my tender bulbs in their sack and with a shout in my gag the sperm pulled down the length of my cock and on to the floor.

The feeling of having an orgasm without touching your cock is deeply unsatisfying and frustrating. It felt like I hadn't really come but the puddle on the floor was proof.

The Doctor groaned and he too pumped his sperm out into my bowels.

It was over.

"Too bad, boy." the orderly said.

"How unfortunate." the Doctor said. To the orderly he said, "Prep him."

Both left me there while they went to clean up. Four orderlies took me to an office and thoroughly cleaned my cock, balls, and ass. Then strapped me to a table in another room and gagged me once more. It was an operating table with a video camera pointed at my withered genitals and I could see the screen.

A man I had not yet seen came in and gave me a shot.

"To relax you." He said.

It did relax me. I felt dreamy when the doctor came in surgeon gear. The doctor injected something into my balls the burned and then my balls went numb.

I was really scared now, painkillers made me think that they would really cut off my balls.

The doctor told me "This is a simple procedure. It will only take a few minutes under local anesteshia."

The other man chuckled "Yeah, snip, clip, and your sexless."

"Shhh" the doctor said.

I watched with some drug-induced detachment as the doctor sliced my ball sack and with a clamp pulled out my left ball.

Incredible. There was my ball hanging out on a thin cord. I didn't feel a thing. Physically or emotionally.

The doctor put a self-locking clamp on the cord and with a silence flick of his scalpel the testicle was severed. He tied a stitch in the end of the cord and released it from the clamp. It snaked its was back into my body like a wounded thing. My severed testicle made a metallic splat sound landing in the metal bowl he dropped it in.

My right ball was pulled out a second later. As the doctor clamped the cord he said "Its amazing that these tiny organs control so much of the body. In a few months this boy will become quite feminine and as a eunuch will wonder what all the fuss was about. If fact, he will likely even bless us for removing the instruments of the pain he has been through."

With a flick of his wrist my other ball was set free of the cord. I was a eunuch. Just like that. One more stitch and then the doctor closed my forever empty scrotum.

The other man gave me a shot and as the world faded away he said that this would help me sleep.

I woke up in the morning on a regular hospital bed, untied and ungaged. My balls hurt, or should I say my now empty sack hurt. Happy eighteenth birthday I thought and began to cry over my lost manhood.

I was released for the hospital that afternoon with instructions of how to care for my scrotum and a note from my father saying that he never wanted to see me again and all my stuff was in my car in the parking lot.

Where does a eunuch go I wonder?