Banded by Two Women

Jennifer and Kathy laughed, and leaned over and kissed one another. They were a great team, and they loved each other deeply, living each moment and making the most of every day. They had both grown up in Texas, in cattle country, and were what you would think of as "cowgirls." Their dads had been best friends, and their fathers' two cattle ranches were only separated by a few hundred yards, stretching out in different directions. So, in a very real way, they grew up together, liked the same things, and lived similar lives. They certainly knew about farm life, and about farm animals, and perhaps, that's where their mutual fascination with castration began.

They had grown up watching, and later, participating, as countless calves were nutted each spring. It was something to do, a chore really, that over time they had both come to enjoy. As they had grown up they had become lovers, and now as grown women in their mid-thirties they did a lot of things together and they shared a lot of hobbies. They also shared a streak of evil, as well as a hatred of men. It was the last trait, the hatred, that burned inside of them and gave them the purpose that had brought them here, once again, to another hotel room in another city and to another man.

This time they had picked a blond haired college type, with his clean shaven face and his short, punk haircut, the ends professionally highlighted and spiked with a gel. He had a chain around his neck, and a single stud in his left ear, and one more stud for the ladies right in the center of the tip of his tongue. He would flick it against his teeth with a click, a flash of stainless steel that he liked to show the girls. He had the bright blue eyes and a smile that was huge and happy...full of laughter most of the time. He was a new generation male, full of energy, and he had been fucking girls since he was a sophomore in high school. He even sported a tattoo, a single, swimming "sperm," inked into his left pec like a brand. He also had the chiseled body that hours in the gym can produce, and he knew it, and flaunted it.

Usually, if he wasn't studying he was on his skateboard, or, during the winter, doing the half-pipe in the mountains. He was active, an extreme-sports fan, and in many ways he was what you would think of as a perfect male. Yes, he was every bit a "ten"--perfect, with a big cock and a huge set of balls to go along with his perfect body. Like everything about him, even his teeth were perfect, white and straight and shaped by an orthodontists during his years in high school. He liked to flash his big smile and use it as a weapon to win the girls. Of course, he wasn’t using it now, and he sure wasn't smiling either.

Kathy picked up his wallet, and flipped through his identification. There was his driver's license, and a college student "ID" card, blue for the freshman class. She looked up, up at the hot young man that was seated at the end of the bed. The boy was all of nineteen years old. He was scared, but hard, and she thought back to how easy she had taken him. Just a few hours ago he had been doing what a lot of other college guys like to do, spending his Friday night chasing a pair of tits and looking for a hot hole to fuck. This time Jennifer had been his downfall, and he had been easy prey. She had selected him early in the night. She liked them young, for one thing, because they were more naïve, and his blond hair and blue eyes and big smile had grabbed her attention and held it, like a magnet. Once she had picked him out she had watched him the entire night, making the eye contact when the time was right, the little smirk and the smile and the wink that was done "just so." The young man hadn't had a chance against her experience, and he never suspected so he had fallen into her trap like a fly smacks into a spider's web.

The pair of women had been doing this for a while, working together and traveling from city to city and picking a man out to unman. It was a game now, a game with a purpose, and they were getting good at it and it had made them close. Last night was typical...picking out the strip club, going to the show and sitting in the back. Like a magnet it brought in the men, sexed and lonely, dreaming of a fuck and watching the women gyrate their hips and making the boys' pricks grow hard. It helped of course the two women enjoyed the show as much as the men watching it.

Last night was typical, and the pair had watched the men leer at the strippers, shoving their dollar bills down the women's stockings and g-strings. This boy particularly had that desperate, needy look, of a young man who knows what he's not getting, and dreaming of what he wants. He sat right at the rail, alone, and the women had watched him throw dollar after dollar to the gyrating dancers on stage, just to get them close enough so he could touch and smell their hot bodies. He was rock hard, most of the night, his teenage prick just pushing out his jeans, tenting them up, and each time one of the girls would drop her g-string and spread her legs, his lips would part and his eyes would open wide. And each time he would flash his big grin, ear to ear as he stared into the pussy that taunted him. Each time deep in his pants his prick would stir, and as the evening wore on the wet spot from his seeping dick had enlarged in his jeans and the ache in his balls and grown and grown. By two-thirty in the morning when the club was closing, he was literally dripping with desire, a male in heat, desperate even, looking for the fuck in a place where there was nothing to be found but a costly tease.

Jennifer made her move as he had stood up to leave....and with a wink and a smile she had brought him to her. Her hair was a light brown and long today...it would be blond and shorter by tomorrow and who knows what after that. She had big tits, round and perfect with the pointed nipples that all men crave, and when the boy had first seen them his mouth had opened and he had gasped. After that, they had stared at each other, him grinning like an adolescent, their eyes locked. Slowly she had licked her lips, and the intensity of the moment had just melted him. Yes, he had come...like a puppy comes.....innocent and desperate and stupid. They had left the strip club right away once she had made her move. All it took was her to say with a smile and a wink that she wanted to go back to her room, her hotel room. He had agreed to come, excitedly, without a seconds thought to the possibility of danger and long before he even thought to ask her name. Who knows why? Perhaps the ache in his nuts was so great he would have followed almost anyone anywhere if there was even a chance for a fuck. He had driven her to her hotel, the big grin on his face and the eagerness in his pants growing by the minute. In the meantime, her friend had gone ahead to get things ready.

So here he was, now, with his hands tied behind his back, seated at the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, his ankles tied to the feet of the bed and his knees trussed out, the ropes around them running off to the sides. He was well secured--Kathy had done the knots and she was good at them. That had been the really fun part, watching his reaction when he had found out there were two women sharing the hotel room. At first he thought it was gonna be a bust...but then he realized they both had the same idea and that's when he got really excited. Of course, he couldn't believe it....when he saw the two women taking off their clothes and pulling him closer, planting the kisses and playing the game. Yeah, he had melted like butter on a hot stove and had assumed it was his wildest fantasy about to come true. It was, for a while anyway, the lucky night every guy dreams of having...with two women to fuck and a memory to last a lifetime. On the first thought he was dead wrong. On the second, he couldn't have been more right.

The women had played him like a fiddle, knowing when to drop him a kiss, where to touch him and when, and from his first moments in the hotel room there had been the promise of sex in the air. They had played with him...teased him, and he had responded, and soon he was naked with his prick jutting into the air and his balls tight in their sac. God he had wanted them! Then, when the moment was right, and after a few licks to his cock, they had challenged him to fuck them with his hands tied behind his back, and he hadn't even hesitated. He had laughed at the idea, and yet he had readily agreed--anything in order to start his fucking and to relieve the ache in his balls. He should have known something was wrong, but he thought he was too much of a stud and he had been way too horny to see it coming. Of course, once his hands were tied it had all been easy after that and even, as strong as he was, once bound he was no match for two determined women.

Now, well, now, he was trying to scream, but they had gagged him, to keep the sounds down, and they had turned up the television a little to cover the grunts of protest he had been uttering. His blue eyes were wide, with fear, and yet he was now powerless to stop whatever they had in store for him.

The girls kissed again. They were in no hurry really, and had several more hours before the sun would rise. Tonight it was Jennifer's turn.....it was her man, her "catch", and so she had the honors to take his balls. Kathy wasn't disappointed though, and she knew well enough that within a week she would be taking her own set from another man in another city.

The young man had no idea....all he knew is for the first time in his life he was tied, helpless, sitting up on the edge of a bed with two naked women in a hotel room. Still, the air was tense with anticipation, and while he had no idea what was going to happen he still knew that whatever it was it was probably going to be SOMETHING sexual at the very least. That was enough to make his prick hard, eager even, and jutting, the end moist with desire. Still, the gag was something that scared him to the core, and his blue eyes darted between the women, as they looked at him and smiled and took turns sucking each others tits.

Finally, the woman who had picked him up at the club, stood, and slowly, sensuously, walked up to him. The other woman, Kathy, climbed up on the bed behind him, and began to rub her hands through his hair, then down the smooth, shaved sides of his face, and across his chest. Jennifer, as the woman who had caught him, then slowly leaned over until she was only inches from his face. Then she spoke to him: "Hey...you horny, college boy? Yeah, you can't take your eyes off of our tits...can you? Yeah...look at your dick....look at it! It's straight up....like some stupid bull and the fucking thing is dripping for God's sake!!!! I'll give you one thing boy...your balls....that's the biggest, fattest sac I've ever seen on any guy...anywhere. Ha ha ha! It belongs on a bull, not a human! God! I like the little tattoo too...yeah...a very cute touch. Too bad about those big balls....but, God, they are fat!"

She burst out laughing, and then added "I've seen a lot of sacs too....so I know a big fat set when I find it! It must be very uncomfortable having to lug these around with you all the time!"

As she said that she reached out and hefted up his big scrotum...feeling the weight of his testicles that were stuffed inside. Her small hand cupped his balls...lifted them, and her fingers gently worked his sac, gently squeezing it and feeling the essence of what made him a man. His prick was up, out of the way, pointed at her face and the end was dripping, literally, a line of oozing pre-cum seeping out the big, flared head. She was right about one thing. He did have a huge sac, really big, and his big balls just filled it and the entire purse of his manhood was fat and full. He really did have the balls of a bull. She fondled them, slowly working her fingers around them...feeling the individual orbs and the delicate cords. She rubbed the skin...gently...feeling his light blond hairs and tickling his young sack as she explored all of it.

Of course, he was watching her...looking at the naked woman who was holding his balls. She was hot, and sexy, and her hand felt good and he couldn't help but enjoy it. Oh GOD...all night long he had wanted just this...to be with a woman, to feel her hands and her body and to look at her tits. Then, there were two of them! GOD! Why the ropes...why? The other woman was exploring his body, touching him...running her fingers along his pec, across his tattoo, tracing it. He jerked, tried to pull his legs together, but he was tied well, tight, secure, and oh-so-vulnerable.

She then said: "Hello hard boy...just call me Jenny. Yeah...all my friends call me that."

As she said that, she reached down, under the bed, and brought out a razor, and a small can of shaving cream she had stashed there. She squirted it above his dick, and then worked the leather into his mound, grabbing his dick and giving it a couple of strokes as she spread the cream.

The young man took it all in, and the shock registered on his face. No! What the hell? He sure didn't want his pubic hair shaved off! What the hell did she think she was doing? The boy was watching...staring, but he was also totally helpless. All he could do was watch, watch the woman that was sliding her shaving creamed hand up and down his dick. God it felt good! Still, he jerked his head side to side, and tried to talk through the hole in his gag. As he mumbled, trying to get her to stop, she worked the leather into his pubic hair. Next, she picked up the razor, and began to bring it through his mound, making stroke after stroke. He tried to struggle, but the other woman kept him in position, and in the end there wasn’t' anything he could do. It didn't take her very long either. She did his balls too, carefully, fondling them as she shaved him, feeling them and holding them and rubbing them. The shaving cream felt good, as did the razor, and yet he struggled and twisted against the ropes as he fought to keep his sex hair.

She reached again under the bed, and brought out a damp towel, which she used to remove the shaving cream, and the last of his pubes. He couldn’t believe what had happened! He was bald, smooth as the day he was born, and as he looked at his big dick jutting up, out of his bald crotch, he couldn't help but think he looked like a ten year old. Still, his dick was even harder, and it was excited even if he was not. His prick bobbed up and down to his heartbeat, and was drooling clear pre-cum that was literally stringing out his cock. There was an ache too, in his nuts, and he realized that he had a bad case of the blue balls. God he was turned on, and had been for hours. His balls were so full of cream and the need was so great he could hardly stand it. Still, he was helpless, and there wasn't anything he could do to change things.

Jennifer smiled at him and Kathy tweaked his nipples. Then, slowly, she reached down, under the bed, and picked up the device they had put there. It had two handles on it, and the bright chromed steal shined in the light of the room. The young man looked at it, studied it, as he tried to figure out what it was. The questioning look in his eyes was obvious, and as the girl noticed it, she began to speak.

She said: "Oh....you want to know what this is? I'll be glad to show you...its just so much fun! It's called a Smart Bander, made by a company called Steerman, and lots of farmers use it to do the bulls...it really works well and it doesn’t hurt as bad as you might think." Don't worry, I have used it plenty of times, and I know what I'm doing. As she said that, she slipped one of the black rubber loops into the end of the bander, and then connected it to the device with the steel attachment washer. She held the clip, and pulled the loop out to its full size. Then, she cranked the spool until the loop was the proper size, which she judged by looking at his balls. His sac was really big, and hanging, but the bander was made for animals as big as a mature bull, so even this boy's huge scrotum wasn’t anything that the device couldn’t handle. She slipped the rubber deftly through her hand, and so that the loop was hanging over her thumb and forefinger, spread wide across her hand with the device below it.

The boy watched, the feeling of dread crawling up his spine. He tried to jerk his legs together, out of instinct if nothing else, not fully understanding what he was watching but still more scared than he had ever been. The other woman, Kathy, was still working his hands over his chest....fingering his nipples playfully, keeping him sitting where she wanted but caressing him at the same time. God!

Kathy leaned forward, and whispered in his ear: "It's not that bad...and it sure isn't messy. It works easier when we do it from behind, but you're too cute and we want to watch your expression. Want us to show you how it works?"

He opened his eyes wide...scared...and shook his head from side to side. All the time Jennifer was moving her hand, with the black loop of rubber around it, to his scrotum, so that as she hefted his balls and pulled down on the bander the black band slipped off her hand and went around his nuts like a hangman's noose. He was staring down, between his legs, and as she slipped the loop of rubber over his scrotum he started screaming into his gag. She pulled down on his balls, making sure his two testicles were in the bottom of his sac and the circle of rubber was above them. He yelled, screamed, and bucked, but the ropes held his legs into position and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop what was about to happen.

Jenny reached up and took the big silver cranking handle and began to ratchet it back and forth, closing the loop of rubber tighter and tighter with each pull. The boy gasped in his gag as she watched the naked woman, his prick bouncing with each pull that she made. Suddenly, he felt it, the loop, pulling the space above his balls together into a single point. The black rubber was twisted over the take-up wheel, wrapping around it again and again and again. The woman concentrated, and slowed the cranking as the thick rubber was stretched so tight it looked like it might even break. Still, she continue to crank the handle...and watched the tension regulator pin that was built into the handle. When the pin moved to the back of the slot she slowly gave the ratchet handle one more click, to obtain proper tightness. Both of the women burst out laughing, and then, quoting from the owner's manual, they both spoke, simultaneously to each other: "PROPER TIGHTNESS IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS." Then, they both burst out laughing again.

The boy gasped. The pain in his groin was beyond belief, and he jerked and thrust his hips up, trying to sit up, off the bed. Next, he tried to twist, desperate to get the rubber off his nuts....trying to do anything to relive the pain. Oh God it hurt! He fought, but the other woman was licking his ear, fingering his nipples and keeping him seated and in place. All the while she played with his body he was trying to scream; God, it felt as if his balls were being pinched right off! His eyes were wide, desperate, and he fought and fought and yet there was nothing he could do with his hands secured and the woman holding him. Still, his prick jutted to the ceiling, stiff, eager, and ready, almost as though it didn't care that his nuts were being strangled.

Jenny pulled the second, smaller lever, on the banding tool, and in so doing she closed off the metal crimp which secured the band of rubber tight and held it in place. Then, she picked up a small little pocket knife, one of those red Swiss Army knives, and then deftly and quickly she sawed with the little blade and snipped off the excess rubber, freeing the device from the boy's scrotum and leaving only the tiny, stretched rubber ring, like a little noose, to strangle his nuts. The boy freaked.....gasped as he saw and felt the rubber that was cutting off the blood supply to his balls. He jerked his hips, and tried again to pull his legs together. God it hurt--worse than anything he had ever felt in his life. It was like he was being kicked in the nuts, and then kicked again and again and again!

"URGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screamed....

He jerked hard against the ropes that held his legs. Fuck! He fought even harder....but the girl that was holding him just held him tighter...kissing his ear, and running her little hands over his chest and across his sensitive nipples while he jerked and spasmed and struggled with a desperation that only a male being castrated can understand.

Jenny looked at him...and laughed. Then she asked: "Do you want me to cut the band off? You do? Ha ha ha. I BET you do! What...don't you like it there...like a ring....? You know, if we leave it on it will kill your balls. Did you know that? How does it feel to feel your big balls dying? Ahhh, do they hurt lover boy? Do they? I like the bander...it's just so easy to use even a cowgirl can do it!"

His face flushed red, and the boy's balls flushed pink...bright, and then, a few minutes later, the color changed to a deeper, darker shade. He felt the pain, deep, primal, the very life of his balls now hanging in the balance. God...is this for real? He bucked his hips again, thrusting his cock up and down, bouncing the entire bed as he fought the pain. He was screaming for mercy, but the gag held his words. Even so, gagged mumblings of his desperation filled the room.

Kathy slowed pulled him backwards....downward, so that he was laying on his back then, his tied hands under him. She had placed a pillow behind his ass, so that as she pulled him backwards he fell onto the pillow, which jutted his groin into the air. He could feel the woman still fondling his nuts, playing with his banded balls, tickling them, working her fingers over their smooth, shaved skin, and gently squeezing his testicles as they screamed for nourishment.

Suddenly, he felt another loop of rubber being slipped over his sac. This one was above the last, against his body, and as he felt and heard the woman ratcheting the lever he bucked his hips and fought with a new intensity that cannot be described. The other woman straddled him then, putting her weight onto his chest to keep him in position, and then she reached out with her hands and took his head into them. As Jennifer tightened a second loop of rubber around the top of the boy's scrotum, Kathy slid forward, and pulled his head up, towards her sex, literally jutting her pussy towards his mouth.

God...he smelled her sex. It filled his nostrils, and he couldn’t' help but stare at it. She was there, legs spread, only inches from his face. Even so, the pain was radiating through his nuts, and yet his prick bounced, eager, hard, and stiff, the intensity of his desire unabated.

Jennifer then asked him: "Hey....I'll tell you what. You want the bands cut off? Well, I'll make you a deal lover-boy. You do a really good job and I might just start cutting the little rubber nooses off your nuts.....yeah, I'm sure you would like that wouldn't you? In fact, I'll cut the lower band off immediately if you make my girlfriend cum in the next five minutes....think you can do that? I'd suggest you get on it though...I don't know how long your big nuts can last without their nourishment."

God! The boy didn't hesitate....he couldn't do anything else and so he just shoved his tongue into her pussy, deep, then up, near the top. He worked his little stainless steel stud over her clitoris, and the little bud responded. He was never an expert at pleasuring a woman orally, but this time it appeared that his very manhood depended on it, and so he worked his tongue with a diligence and an intensity that had no match.

Kathy responded, throwing her head back and feeling the teenager's tongue probing her sex. He felt good, and she toyed with his little dime sized nipples. His ripped stomach was drawn in, tight, and his tongue flicked her sex and the feeling overwhelmed her.

"OH GOD...YES...YESSSSSS" she screamed!

While he was eating her, working on her, sucking on her clit and working his studded tongue like a young expert, he could feel the other woman, toying with his nuts...playing with them really, feeling them, hefting them, and tickling them. Oh GOD how they ached! Her fingers were delicate, her hands small, and she fondled his balls and hefted his sac while he licked and sucked and licked some more.

Suddenly, he felt her small hand encircle his penis, gripping it, feeling it, and then while he sucked the pussy and ate her juices he felt the woman's delicate hand as it slid up and down his shaft. His prick was slippery, from his gobs of pre-cum, and her hand glided up and down like a well oiled machine. He bucked his hips then, pushing his raging hard on into her little fist, fucking her fist as he sucked out the pussy in front of him.

"Tsk tsk tsk.....now don't cum you little pervert......don't you dare cum. A man is only worth something when he has control. I'll tell you what, if you can control yourself for just five minutes, while you make my best friend cum, I'll cut the top band off too. I bet your nuts would sure like that! But if you cum, then you're balls are mine!"

Jennifer laughed as she said those words, and the boy's expression suddenly changed as he realized what she had said. She thought it was so funny, how the boy had been wanting to cum since long before he had gone to the strip club, hoping to find his relief and desperate to chase after any opportunity. Now, here he was, a girl's hand sliding on his dick, his tongue buried into a dripping pussy, and suddenly, for the very first time in his life, he wanted nothing else but NOT to CUM! What a dilemma...what a terrible dilemma to go from WANTING to NOT WANTING....all in the flash and with his balls on the line. Could he last for just five minutes and make the woman cum in the meantime?

When the boy heard the words, from the woman who was working his cock, he immediately stopped his thrusting. He tried once again to close his legs, and to move his hips so as to stop her fist. But it didn't matter what he did, and her hand was working his cock like a piston, trying to get him to squirt against his will. Suddenly, Kathy screamed "I'm CUMMINGGGGGGGGGG" and started to shudder, the spasms of her sex suddenly just overwhelming her body. Her pussy flooded out her juices....and the boy's eyes went wide.

He licked her still, trying to satisfy her in hopes she would keep her promise and start cutting off the bands. She had promised, and it was all he could hope for. Her orgasm lasted several minutes, and all the while he licked and licked. Finally, satisfied, she pulled off of him then, and swung her little body around so that she was above his head, staring down at her friend and watching her work his stiff and eager cock. "Don't cum" she said...."don't you dare cum. Two more minutes...that's all you gotta last."

"YOOOO POMISED ME" he mumbled in his gag.

Kathy looked down, at the boy, and smiled, and then, looking at her friend, she said: "He's right Jenny, you did promise him. You said you'd cut the lower band off immediately if he made me cum. I guess you ought to keep your promise."

Suddenly, the boy shoved his hips up, into the air, and then he grunted "ARGGGGGGGGGGGG" and started spurting out his load. The white cream shot out of his prick, the first line of cum so violent that it laid like a rope across his stomach and all the way to his chest. His first spurt hit his tattoo, and the second shot ripped across his stomach, followed by another and another, and another. His wad just shot out and his entire body shuddered from the intensity of his orgasm.

At the same time, the woman had picked up the little Swiss Army pocket knife, and laid the blade above the lower band, right against the little piece of skin between the two bands that still connected his balls to his body.

As he squirted out his load, gasping from the intensity of his ejaculation, he suddenly felt a new pain, deep and primal. He jerked his head up, and stared at the woman with the knife. God...WAIT.....she wasn't cutting the band! She was cutting the SKIN ABOVE THE BAND....she was castrating him! He bucked his hips...screaming into his gag, and then suddenly he was jerking and thrashing and fighting like his life depended on it. His penis made its last few spasms, and then it slowly, gently lowered until it was resting in the pool of spent semen on his stomach.

As that was happening, the girl who had seduced him was working her little knife through the top of his sac, taking her time but cutting her way through the layers of bunched skin and crushed cords. He grunted, screamed, and bucked his hips, fucking the air in a useless gesture. Then, it just happened, and both girls burst out laughing as his entire scrotum came free, the balls inside quivering in the girl's little hand. They were still banded, and the sac was closed. She hefted it up then, and held his big sac of balls above his belly, the balls in her left hand and the little tiny knife in the other. He stared at them, almost in disbelief, as his detached balls quivered and pulsated like a cat in a bag. Then, gently, she set his big sac on the center of his chest. He was castrated...neutered, a eunuch. No!

"Hey big boy....I kept my word....I cut the lower band right off just like I promised." Then, both women burst out laughing again, hysterically, laughing and laughing at the expression on the young man, the expression of disbelief at his own unmanning. The tears came then, and as he cried he watched the two women pick up their things, including the Steerman Bander, and start to pack everything back in their bags. That’s when he noticed there were no suitcases, no clothing, other than what they had worn when they first arrived. It didn't take them long to pack either. While they packed he just stared at his balls....his big fat detached sac resting on his chest and growing cold by the minute. It quivered for a while, the individual testicles inside still alive perhaps, but that didn't last very long. It was right in front of his face, and as he watched his balls they slowly darkened, and within a few minutes they looked a lot different than they had looked for most of his lifetime.

The woman stuffed their few things in their bags, and looked around the room to make sure they got everything. Finally, finished with the room, the woman with the long, light brown hair gave him a big wink, and then she reached down and picked up his sac. She gave it a big kiss, and a lick, and then, grinning, she made a toss and just threw it into the toilet like a piece of trash. A few seconds later, with a flush, it was gone.

Kathy reached to the phone and jerked the cord, breaking it, with a snap. Then, she paused, and looked to the boy. His dick was lying flat, useless, like a wet noodle, the end of it resting in his little puddle of spent semen that was pooled on his belly. The small black compressed rubber ring and its little metal crimp were all that existed below his cock...his bald and very empty crotch was stark and she couldn't help but giggle. Across his flat stomach were five lines of his cream, thick and wasted, laying like ropes where he had squirted his load.

Next, the two women opened the door of the room. Just before they stepped out, into the hall, Jennifer said: "Don't worry...you've still got your tattoo. The maid will find you before the afternoon is out, when she gets around to cleaning the room. In the meantime, I'd just savor the feeling of being castrated and watch a little TV. You were a lot of fun! Goodbye!"

Then, hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, they were gone with a click, and the castrated college boy was left waiting...waiting to be found...waiting without his balls as the remains of his last wad dried across his belly.

[Authors note: © Copyright November, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]