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I was coming out of the loo in the nightclub, when I came face to face with a woman. I thought she must be a dyke: she was tall, pudgy, short haired, and had massive breasts and round hips. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and had tattoos over her bare arms.
"Wanna help me get pregnant??!" she asked. "But aren't you...??" I asked. "Lesbian?? Yes," she answered. "But I still want a child. Let's go." She pulled me back into the loo. We went into a cubicle. "I have to tie you up, I like it kinky," she said. As she was stripping off, revealing her shaven, heaving mound and torpedo-like breasts, I was hardly listening. I stripped too. She tied me to the toilet in the cubicle, then stuffed my hanky into my mouth. She then tied a knot in her brief thong, slipped the knot under my tongue, and tied another knot behind my neck. I was so securely gagged I could not make a sound. I thought she would start wanking me or sucking me off. The sight of her big tits had me bigger and harder than I'd ever been. But instead she was rummaging in her jeans pocket for something..it looked like a Bowie knife. She brandished it in the air. "I know what you're thinking. What am I gonna do with the knife. Well, I am going to geld you." I was amazed. Surely she wanted to get pregnant? "Yes, I do want to get pregnant. And as a lesbian, I also want to castrate a man. I'm going to do both at once." She tormented me for what seemed an eternity, pressing her full, firm boobs agianst my face, while running the knife up and down my penis. Eventually she said: "Say hello to your balls!!" She cut my scrotum open, letting my purple ovoid balls fall out at the ends of their cords. Just as I got used to the sight of them, she said, "Now say goodbye to them!!" With a quick swipe she severed my balls. I cried. Leering at me, she sliced my gonads open, revealing incredibly thick , creamy sperm. "I knew the porspect of castration would make you produce sperm overtime," she said. "You insinctively try to perpetuate your line." She then pressed the bisected balls into her cunt. She withdrew them later, with all the sperm gone. She then threw the segments onto the ground, and smashed them into the floor with her Doc Martens. She turned to go, after dressing and stealing my wallet. "I now know all about you, " she said. "If your little balls don't get me pregnant, I'll find you and cut your cock off." I mumbled into my gag, trying to get her to cut me free. She just laughed. In the morning, the young female cleaners came. They laughed at my naked castrated state, and played with my permanently limp little dick. One of them got out a little camera, and took several photos of me that were later to appear on some dodgy websites.Then they caled the police and ambulance. Rather than admit that I'd accepted an offer of sex from a lesbian who had then tied me up and cut my balls off, I said some sex game had gone wrong. Everybody had a good laugh. 9 months later, I got a letter from the child maintenance people. The dyke had given birth to a daughter, and I was being sued for maintenance. I thought of pleading my castrated state as a defence, but realised that I could notionally have had sex with her just before my castration. 3 years later, I am losing most of my money maintaining a child I've never seen. All my attempts in court to obtain access have failed, with my castration in a toilet being cited as proof that I am a sex pervert unsuited to being in contact with any children. Even my one and only child.
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