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The next day we spent the afternoon just being a couple in
love. We went for a drive and did some window shopping, then I took her home, kissed her passionately and went back to my own home. During the 40 minute drive and all the rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about the extreme intensity of the sexual experience I had. We continued to talk on the phone nightly, maybe meet midweek sometimes and spend our whole weekends together at her house or at mine. Most Saturday nights we would fuck like we did on our first encounter, pretty normal, but with lots of sexy chants of threats to castrate me, promising to make it real next time. Every few weeks we would make the effort to re-enact the mock castration she performed on me. It was always fun and exciting. I loved it every time we acted it out and she did too, but somehow, knowing that it was an act, or maybe just because we were getting used to it, it was never as intense as the first time. Since I was the one tied up, I had little control over the play, but she tried to introduce variety into it whenever we did. Once she got some raw chicken gizzards and skin off of a chicken breast and placed then in a bowl in such a way as to look much like a severed scrotum. After she "cut" me, she showed me the "evidence". For an instant, I regained the belief that she actually did cut me and that sure brought the excitement back... Not that it was no longer exciting, but no matter how good a show is, it's never quite as good after you've seen it 5 times and know exactly how it will end. Our lives became happy as our love grew and after about a year we started talking about maybe moving in together, or maybe even getting married. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found someone who was such a fun sex partner, a great potential life partner, a best friend and also a gal with boobs almost as big as my head. One night after another terrific fuck, we were laying there talking. She asked "What would happen if I really castrated you?" "Your a registered nurse, Karen. I would think that you would know what would happen. About a month or less and I'd couldn't get hard or cum anymore." I said. "No, I meant you. What would you do if I really did cut off your balls?" "Well, we would probably have another fuck session like we did that first night. I really did think you had done it." "Exactly,... it had you so hot you damned near died...." She paused while I recalled the feelings I had that night. She was right about that. "Are you saying that you really, for real want to cut off my balls?" "No, I guess I'm asking... If I got carried away and accidentally really did it... Would you hate me?" "After what we've been through, no... " I said, only half sure. "I love you, and I love these play time games, so I guess I would get over it... It is my fantasy after all. Just don't ever cut off my cock... that would make me mad." "Oh, I would never do that!!!" she said quickly. "Just like you love these boobs, I love that big cock of yours. I love the way it just hits bottom every time you jam it in real deep..." she got this glazed look for a moment and then pulled the covers over her head. She worked her way down to my cock and started licking it and sucking it into her mouth. In no time, I was hard again and she went after me as though our talk had sparked something in her. I didn't care what had happened. She was rubbing her boobs on me, pulling my balls and sucking on my cock like she was starving. I felt like reciprocating and pulled her hips up to me and lifted her onto me in the classic 69 position. We lay there for another 30 minutes licking and sucking each other till we both had cum again. "I better fuckin' marry you before I wake up." I said to her as we cuddled. She didn't say a word, just smiled, kissed me with her spermy lips, snuggled close to me and fell asleep. A couple months after that we were at it again in the special room. I was naked and bound tightly to the pommel and she, as usual was in her panties and bra, getting me all worked up about getting castrated. She let her tit out of her bra a time or two to let me suck it a couple of times, just to get me hot, then put it back in. Part of the game was that I did not get her goodies till she had my balls cut off. We had taken to shaving my cock from time to time as part of the play. She loved the look of a naked cock and I had been keeping it that way for a couple month now for her. Besides, the added sensations of her bush against my pubis was great She had a regular porn flick on the VCR today. Some stud with a mile long cock was giving it to some chick with really big boobs from behind. It was getting me hot as I loved doing that to Karen, watching her boobs sway and flop as we fucked. She banded my balls with the elastrator and said "Are you ready to loose your balls?" "Oh, yes, please. Cut off my balls! Castrate me Karen, Castrate my cock!" I cried. With that she started pricking my sac again. I could feel the anesthesia going to work, burning at first, then nothing afterwards. After she was through injecting me, she got down below me and stared sucking my cock. I couldn't really thrust at her because of my being bound to the pommel. I moaned "Oh, baby, let me fuck you one last time before you castrate me... " she said nothing, but kept sucking me till she thought I would cum, then stopped short. I was disappointed, but I knew I would get to cum eventually. Besides, the sooner I cum, the sooner it's over and I wanted more of this kinky fantasy. She got up and pulled on my balls firmly. I only moaned and she seemed satisfied that I was numb. With that she got out the knife and placed it on my lips for my blessing. and then placed it against my balls. She pulled them hard to stretch them out. "I'm gonna cut your balls off! I'm going to castrate you here and now!" she shouted. "Do it baby!, do me. Cut my balls! Cut them off of me! Castrate me darling, castrate me!' I chanted as she placed the blade against my sac and started sawing through. It stung a little and she paused for a moment, then she started again, and then the snap of release. "There you go Darling!, You are done!" "Oh, yes, Oh, god, yes!" I cried as I reveled in the mock castration. "Better stop that bleeding, she said" as I figured it was all part of the game. She was good at doing it different every time, but I also thought that perhaps she had nicked me pretty badly that time. I played along with her not knowing what she was really doing. I felt her tugging and pulling around back there, lots of tugs and snips with scissors and such. Being a nurse, she knew how to really play the part of the castrator. I felt her pulling something that I felt in my gut, then I thought I felt her tying something in a knot a couple of times. After that, she seemed to be placing stitches. In just a couple minutes and a few more tugs, she was done and she fell to the floor panting and gasping in ecstasy. I knew she as fingering herself to orgasm like she always did at this time in our game. She pulled off her bra and panties and kept on diddling herself for a while longer. She screamed when she came and I knew that she was having the best time of her life. When she was done, she came around to me and knelt in front of me. She kissed me very passionately. When She stood up to released the pommel, that's when I saw her pussy. She had shaved it that day. She was as bald as a 10 year old and her clit that was once hidden behind a thick mane of hair was exposed in full view. It was thick and pouty, but not real huge. It was just wonderful. After she released the folding pommel she undid all the straps and I lunged forward to grab her tightly. I kissed her passionately and pulled her down to the floor so I could make love to her. She responded in kind and Lay down on her back. Thrusting her bald pussy up at me, she scooped up her tits and said "Fuck me! Fuck me, my little eunuch! Fuck this hairless pussy with your ball-less cock!" And, Oh, I did. Straddling her I dived in to suck her clit into my mouth and began licking my way up to her tits and beyond to her mouth. I kissed her so deeply I though neither of us could breath. Panting and gasping for air, I raised up off of her, looked at her beauty for a moment and then dove right back onto her lips. My cock was so hard and dripping that I could wait no longer. I lowered my hips and she tilted hers so that I pushed my castrated cock all the way in with one push. The numbness in my balls was still an effective way of simulating castration, and I reveled in the fantasy, Holding her tightly, driving into her cunt like a pile driver. She was screaming "Yes! yes, YESS!!! I castrated you! I cut off your balls! I'm being fucked by a ball-less man! Fuck me! Fuck me with your ball-less cock you big handsome eunuch!!! Oh, God yes!!!" She was more vocal than usual tonight and I didn't care. I was lust crazed and filled with sperm induced haze. Nothing mattered except her and I and the mating that was going on at our hips. I could feel her big clit caressing my cock each time I slid in and out of her pussy. I couldn't feel my balls. It drove me wild. Screaming as she came for the third time, she cried "Fuck me! Oh, yes! I'm fucking a ball-less man! I just castrated you! I cut off your balls!!! I've got your cock in my cunt and your balls in my hand! See! See! I got your balls right here!" I raised my self up on my arms and then she held them up for me to see. A fleshy sac stitched on the top edge that looked just like a scrotum. The site of it drove me wild! Once again, she had induced that feeling in me that she had actually castrated me! I began cumming immediately. "Oh, fuck yes!, My balls! You cut off my balls! You cut... off.. my.... BAUUGH!!!" I was struck by lightning. My eyes where fixed on my balls in her hand and the though of my now ball-less cock deeply buried in her pussy. I froze and felt as though my entire insides where being forced out of my cock into her cunt. I couldn't breath or move or speak as this mind blowing orgasm ripped me apart. It had to have lasted over a minute as I stared unable to even blink as she massaged my scrotum and balls in her hand. "I cut your balls off... these are your balls and I cut then off of you" she coo'ed as I drained the last of my sperm into her cunt and it dripped down her ass. When the orgasm released me enough to breath, I gasped and tried to hold onto that ecstasy for a few more moments. It was the longest orgasm of my life, but at last it was over. I collapsed, panting and gasping, not sure if I had lost consciousness for a moment or what. As I lay there with her, I was looking at the thing she had in her hand that played the part of my severed scrotum and then it struck me. That thing looks familiar. That really IS my scrotum!!! "Oh, God, Karen! Let me see that!" I cried. She grinned and handed it to me in her open hand. Sure as all hell, it was a severed human scrotum and it looked just like mine. I took it from her and held it in my hands, amazed at what I thought I was holding. Rolling it around, I could feel my two loose balls inside the sac. Then I raised up off of her and sat down on the floor. Raising one leg to get a better look at my balls, I saw that I had no balls. There was only a row of stitches under my cock. "looking for these?" Karen giggled as she pointed to my hand that held my own balls. I sat there stunned for a minute wondering what to do. My balls were still warm in my hand. I thought about going to the emergency room to get them reattached, but then I thought about the unwanted attention that would bring. I looked at my love, Karen, who was sitting there next to me bare naked, her big boobs swaying and bobbing with every movement. Grinning at me with this 'do you like your present?' look on her face. I looked at my cock and then at my balls. I held my balls against my crotch where they once had hung for almost 40 years. It was lewd and incredibly sexy looking at my own ball sac in it's place, but detached. I turned it around, not sure how it would look backward, forward... Then I did something strange. I brought them up to my mouth and tasted them. I licked my scrotum and sucked it into my mouth. It was real. It was so incredibly sexy. I put the ball sac in Karen's mouth and she moaned with ecstasy as though she was savoring some delicious treat. I forgot all about saving my balls and getting them reattached and I started getting all these wild kinky, sexy ideas of what to do with a severed scrotum. We played with it for a while and rolled it on the floor. I even hit it real hard once noting that it didn't hurt me when I did it. Then I pushed Karen down and told her I wanted to fuck some more. "Aren't you the he-man?" she giggled. "You've really been castrated and you still want to fuck me twice a night!" I got down between her legs and started kissing her bald pussy. I licked and sucked her clit till it was as wet as her pussy that was still dribbling my cum. Then I took my balls and started rubbing her clit with them. She loved it and moaned with ecstasy. "I'm rubbing your cunt with my balls, darling." I said sweetly. "Oh, I know! I know! God, its so sexy!, Oh yes, your castrated balls are touching me! Oh, baby, yes, I love this, Oh, I love this!" Then I rubbed my balls down to her cunt and bathed them in the sperm that dripped from her cunt. The sperm that had once been inside my balls now coated the outsides as well. I started to push. She moaned in pleasure knowing full well what I was trying to do. They were squishy and floppy, but with a bit of patience, I got them to go into her pussy. Her pussy was tight and I couldn't get them to go in and stay, so I decided to ram them in. "And now, to ram them home!" I said as I got up, moved over her and placed my ball sac on the tip of my still hard cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy. Rubbing it around in the juices just for a moment, I slid it into her, driving my balls ahead of my cock. She said that she could feel them go in, but couldn't feel them inside her after that point, but I assured her that I could feel them rolling around next to the end of my cock. She loved the thought of my severed balls and scrotum shoved up her pussy as I fucked her. We fucked that way for hours, in many positions. I especially love screwing her from behind, laying down flat. Her ass arched up and thrusting at me as I thrust my cock into her. I lost track of how many times she came and eventually I came for the second time while I was plowing her from behind. Her boobs splayed out to her sides against the padded floor. I pinched her nipples and started cumming again. Knowing well that this was the last load of cum I could ever give her made it special. I planted it deep and she gasped as though I had knocked the wind out of her when I bottomed out. I could still feel my ball sac inside her cunt. "Yes!" I screamed "I'm cumming again without my balls! I'm castrated!, I'm really castrated! My balls are inside your cunt!!!" "Oh, baby, yes, fuck me with your ball-less cock! Fuck me with your ball-less cock! Oh, your balls are in my cunt!" she chanted as I unloaded my sperm into her belly for the last time. As we lay there recuperating she asked "Are you mad at me? I really castrated you this time" I thought about it for a moment and said "It's too bad we can't do that again... lets see if we can get my balls out of your cunt." They were in there deep and it took a long time to find them. Her tight pussy made it difficult to reach up there as I couldn't get my hands in her deep enough to grab them. after almost an hour we finally did retrieve them and then I thought seriously about going to the hospital to have them reattached. That's when I looked at the time. It was three in the morning. I had been castrated five hours ago. Karen said that the doctors would not try such a delicate reattachment after so long. They were warm from her cunt, but they were starting to turn grey. "I'm sorry darling, But I think it's too late." she said. And then it hit me. I was castrated. "I hope you don't hate me" Karen said, starting to cry. "Of course not, but I really would like to know why you did this for real. wasn't the fantasy enough for you?" "No, it wasn't... I mean, I made it real for you and you thought it was the best thing that ever happened to you. But remember, to me it was always an act... after about a year I stared really wanting to have that sense of really doing it, not faking it. I didn't know how to fake it for myself, so I kinda lost control and really did it. Please don't hate me" she begged. I held her in my arms and whispered "I could never hate you, I love you". "How can I make it up to you? Won't you stop being able to screw me?" "No, I can get replacement testosterone that can keep me in action. As for making it up to me, I'll let you know. Like I said before, it's not like I didn't want this at some level" "I Love you.' she said as she held me close. That Monday I called in to work and took a couple days of sick leave and called the doctor to have my condition looked at. "That's some girl friend" Dr. Barnes commented as he continued inspecting my wound. Poking and prodding looking for any signs of anything to be worried about. "No swelling or edema..." he mumbled as he continued inspecting me. "Where are the missing parts?" he asked. I didn't know how to tell him that they were at home in the freezer waiting for Karen and I to decide what sexy thing to do with them. I just said "they're at home." "And when did you say this happened?" he continued questioning. "Saturday night about 10." "Well, it's far too late to re-attach them, I'm afraid what's done is done. If you'd gotten to the emergency room within three hours or so, they might have been saved." "Yeah, well... it's a long story doc, but by the time I realized it was too late. I knew you couldn't repair this, but now I need to know about hormone replacement and such. What is this going to mean to my overall health?" The doctor finished examining me and satisfied that there was nothing he could or really should do, he applied a fresh bandage and had me get dressed. "Well, overall, your health shouldn't be impaired, in fact, you probably cut down your risk of a few certain cancers. Your sex drive and abilities will diminish and your body will start to change though if you don't get replacement for the testosterone. And you'll have to be on it for the rest of your active adult life." he explained. The doctor left the room and came back in a couple minutes with a nurse. "I do want to get you a tetanus booster for now, just in case there are any infections." The nurse prepared the shot as the doctor gathered up a few pamphlets. "Jan, get a blood sample too, would you?" he asked the nurse. "I'm going to get a blood analysis for a baseline for replacement therapy. I'll have a prescription for you tomorrow." Dr. Barnes continued. "In the meantime I want you to read through this material. It will answer most all of your questions for now. I'd also like to give you a referral to Dr. Carol Harper. She's a psychologist that you might want to talk to about this situation. I highly recommend that you see her as soon as possible" "Okay..." was all I said I left the doctor's office and went straight home to read all the stuff I got from the doctor. That evening I called Karen and told her how it went. "I don't understand something, Karen..." I said "You cut off my balls, but now I'm hornier than ever. What's up with that?" "Well, it could be psychological... are you jerking off?" I was embarrassed that she had actually guessed correctly. I was sitting on the bed naked getting to know my new thing and I started playing with myself. I admitted that I was. "Tell you what lover..." she said. "Stop that this instant and I'll be over in 40 minutes to do it for you." She hung up the phone before I could say anything more. True to her word, she was there and I was still in my room playing with my dick. "Couldn't stop, huh?' she asked "Naw, I can't" I said. Karen just shrugged and stripped naked right there. She crawled up onto the bed and started to suck my cock for me. She stopped periodically to look at her handiwork and admire the new me. "I am sorry I did this, but it is pretty damned sexy if you ask me." she said "Yeah, for some reason, I'm excited by it too, I guess." "How can I make it up to you baby?... " she coo'ed "Keep that pussy shaved?" I asked? "It's the least I can do." she said, then licked my cock from the cut to the tip. "Have your nipples pierced?" I asked cautiously. "For you, my darling, anything." she said as she sucked in my cock and began working her tongue magic. I just leaned back and enjoyed the blow job thinking to myself about how much I loved her and the way she made me feel. "... and one other thing..." I said "Yes?" "Will you marry me?" She looked up at me with a smile that lit up the room, nodded her head and with all the passion she could muster, gave me the best blow job of my life.
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