Tri-bander Castration, The


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Wife apologizes for not being more sexual. Feels sorry for frustrated husband and castrates him.


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I heard the UPS truck pull up and I immediately went to the door to sign for my package. The box wasn’t big but I knew what it was, I’d been anticipa-ting it’s arrival for over a week. Now it was in my hands and I felt like a kid in a candy store. I couldn’t wait to open it and yet my wife was home and I wasn’t ready for her to find out. I thought she was in the bathroom, so I quietly walked to the kitchen only to run directly into her. She saw the package and asked me what it was, I tried to lie about it’s content, but she gave me a seductive smile and asked me to open it. I tried not to and even got defensive, which only made matters worse. Now I felt like a teenager caught by his mother with a Playboy magazine. Finally I opened it and she read the label out loud, “Tribander,” castrating tool for calves up to 400lbs! She looked at me somewhat shocked but curious. I finally had to tell her about my castration fantasy. When I was done, I expected her to call me a crazy fool or stupid idiot, but instead she hugged me. I was shocked. Then she told me that she understood my desire to be castrated. She told me she had read a story recently about some sexual offenders who had raped women because they couldn’t control their sexual desire and that surgical or chemical castration had eliminated their sexual desire to the point where they didn’t think about rape. She then apologized for not being more sexual and she blamed herself for my castration fantasy. With tears in her eyes she asked me how she could help me, but before I could speak she opened the box with the Tri-bander in it, took it out and started to read the instructions aloud. Again I was wide-eyed and totally amazed by all of this.

After she finished with the instructions, she said, “It’s really simple you know! I think I can do it if you want me too?” Want you too? I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. This is what I wanted for as long as I can remember, I told her. Then she asked about our sex life afterwards. She wanted to satisfy me more and give me what I really needed. I told her that I’d be able to enjoy sex just as much without my balls, and I would be looking forward to spending time with her. That pleased her a lot, so much so that she said, “Let’s get started!” We both called in sick and then she asked me where I wanted to be castrated. It was all happening to fast, but I told her, out in the barn. We didn’t have any farm animals but the stalls were all there. The previous owner had a small dairy herd and we never changed things, we just cleaned it out. We walked hand in hand, her carrying the Tri-bander and I carried some clean towels. We washed out one of the stalls and found a comfortable chair for me to sit on. It was about 9 o’clock in the morning. I took off my clothes and sat down. I was already clean shaven and so I was basically ready. It’s then that my 41yr old wife took off her clothes and revealed a still shapely and beautiful body. I hadn’t seen it much over the last two years, our sex life had deteriorated to the point where we hadn’t had sex in 5 months. It’s then that she came over to me and sat on my lap, and on that warm July morning, we had the most wonderful and passionate sex that I can remember! But I couldn’t come, she worked hard and long, but to no avail. Finally I began to kiss her mouth slowly and then her full breasts. She began to moan and scream loudly, her nails dug into my back and then she went limp! I held her tight and finally she revived and got up. That’s when our neighbor walked in, and their we were in our birthday suits. Our neighbor is a perky 30ish single woman who was never married and she cracked us up by saying, “What a fine July morning this has been!” We went to grab our clothes, but she said, it’s all right and I hope you’re not mad. But I watched the whole thing, and then she began to despair. She said in a whimpering voice, “You know, it’s not easy living alone and being in your thirties and only ever having sex once. You two are the only friends I’ve got and you just experienced something I’ve only ever dreamed about.” Then my wife, who I really don’t know, said to her, “Ginny, it’s alright, I understand, and she hugged her and patted her back.” Then she said the most incredible thing, she said to her, “Do you want to experience what I experienced? I couldn’t bring Frank to orgasm, if you want to your luck, you can try!” What? I never expected this in a million years. There I was, expecting to be castrated, and now my wife was offering me to the neighbor. She led Ginny over to me and helped her off with her clothes. Her breasts were small and firm and I could barely see the lips of her labia from the angle of my position. Still teary eyed and a little shaky, she straddled me and eased herself ever so slowly onto my pole. My wife held her from behind like a mother helping her daughter. She stopped and said it hurt but that she wanted to continue. She got up and my wife told her to massage herself and showed her how to do it. I was delirious. Then it seemed as if her vagina just opened up and the juices started to flow. Soon this girl was off on her own. With no inhibitions and a powerful determination to finally get the sexual satisfaction that she’d been missing, she pumped and pumped herself upon me. It was tight and I was beginning to hum myself, but then she let out a visceral scream and fainted. She actually fainted. My wife and I revived her with some water and when she saw us she smiled and hugged us both. We talked briefly and she started to get dressed when she saw the Tri-bander. She asked me what it was, but before I could answer my wife told her that is was to band the scrotum. Ginny looked shocked and so my wife tried to explain.

She told Ginny that she hadn’t been the kind of wife to me that she should have been and that I’d become sexually frustrated, so frustrated that I wanted to be castrated. Then she turned to me and said, “You’re so frustrated that neither me nor Ginny could make you come, and I’m so sorry for not being a better wife.” Then she said the magic words, “If it’ll release all of your pent up sexual frustrations, I’ll castrate you.” Is that alright? Is that what you need? And if it’ll help, me and Ginny will have more regular sex with you! This was more then I could ever imagine! I didn’t say anything, but Ginny asked, “Aren’t you afraid? Will you still be able to get an erection?” To which I quickly replied, “Oh sure, it’ll only release my frustrations! To use my wife’s words.” So my wife told me to sit back, it was getting hot and my scrotum and balls were hanging low. My wife loaded the Tri-bander and read the instructions once more. She inserted the thick heavy band and squeezed the spreader handle. It was a little difficult but she finally got it snapped in place. Ginny looked on in amazement and disbelief. Then my wife pulled my balls through the thick heavy band. We were all per-spiring and I could feel the sweat run down the sides of my scrotum. This was what I dreamed about and more, and now it was going to happen. I was actually giddy. Then my wife looked at me and asked me if I was ready. I asked her for a kiss and she asked Ginny to hold the Tri-bander in place. My wife planted the biggest and best kiss that, iyeee! Ginny had hit the release and the thick band compressed my sack to the size of a dime. I didn’t expect so much pain, my wife sent Ginny to get some ice and they soaked my balls in the ice water. After a few minutes the pain began to subside until it was bearable. My balls were getting numb. The phone rang and my wife ran inside to answer it. Ginny then massaged my balls, she finally said to me, “Their getting awfully blue, actually purplish. What are you going to do with them?”

What am I going to do with them? I hadn’t thought about it; not really. Awhile ago I thought I just freeze them, so that’s what I told her. She said, “Well, that way you’ll be able keep them indefinitely, so you’ll still have your balls, they just won’t be attached to you.” Then she said, “I want to thank you for allowing me to ride you. Do you think we can do it again soon?” I told her she’d have to ask my wife, who was just coming back into the barn. Ginny simply blurted out, “Can we have a time together again real soon?” My wife smiled and said, “You really enjoyed yourself didn’t you? I was so happy for you, but it can be even better, plus you won’t have to worry about getting pregnant now that Franks been castrated.” The words hung in the air. I was castrated or almost to the point where I was. Then my wife said, “Frank, the instructions say that the scrotum and testicles will dry up and fall off in a few weeks or they can be severed using the ear tag knife. You can’t wait a couple of weeks and the rotting flesh will get smelly. We’ve got to remove them as soon as their totally numb.” I agreed with her and so she asked me, “Can you feel me pinching them?” I told her I couldn’t feel anything. So she asked me to stand up. Out of the water my balls were purplish black, it was about 11 o’clock. My balls had been banded for slightly under two hours. Then my wife took out the ear tag remover and she asked me to sit down on the edge of the chair. Carefully she placed the scissored blades at the compressed neck of my balls. She had Ginny spill the ice out of the bucket and she asked her to hold it under my scrotum. She told me, “I can do this fast or slow, which do you prefer?” I didn’t know how to answer, and was thinking about it when she pulled the knife like instrument through my scrotum. Instantly we heard a soft thud. Ginny looked down and then up at me and said, “You’ve been castrated! Do you feel good now?” Instantly I had the most tremendous orgasm. Those words released some of my most pent up emotions and I was glad that they were gone. My wife took me into the house and gave me some pain killers. I slept the rest of the day.

It took a few weeks but the band and what was left of my compressed scrotum fell off one day at work. I went to the john and found it in the bottom of my shorts. I finally went to a doctor, the hot flashes and sleeplessness made me a mental case. I decided to drive down to a small city and I got an appointment with a local doc. I filled out the paperwork and then the nurse asked to see me. With a strange look on her face she said, “The reason you’re here is because you’ve been castrated?” I said yes, that’s right. She led me down to an exam room, took my blood pressure, and she just couldn’t resist asking me how it happened. I didn’t go into the sordid details, but as I was talking about it, she quivered and had to sit down. Then she crossed her legs. Finally she ran out of the office. She came back a few minutes later with another nurse. They told me to get up on the exam table and they lifted my gown. They were both amazed. The first nurse said, “It’s healed up pretty well! Just a little scar were your, ugh, she stopped herself.” The other nurse asked me, “You allowed yourself to be castrated? Yes, I said. It was a long thought out desire.” She asked me how it happened and again I told my story. It must have been too much for her. I saw her swallow hard and she turned and walked out. Finally the doctor came in. He wasn’t thrilled about my actions, but gave me a prescription for testosterone patches and sent me off. The nurses waved at me as I walked out the door.

I was on the patches for about a week, and one morning I woke up with a terrific erection. I told my wife and she mounted me and we both came together. Later that week I woke up and discovered Ginny examining me. She gently rubbed the area were my balls once hung and then my member came to life. My wife brought up some coffee and coached Ginny on how to get the most out of my member. It’s been a year now and I couldn’t be happier!



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