Temporary Internet Files

Steve liked to write castration fantasy stories and post them to his 
favorite internet site, the eunuch archives (where else!). One day he 
was called away to work, leaving his fiancé alone in his house. She 
got into his computer and discovered his secrets. She shared the info 
with her two bawdy, sadistically playful, girlfriends and they 
decided to make his fantasy come true!

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Temporary Internet Files

Who's sport-ute is that in the driveway? Steve wondered as he 
returned home from the office. It was Friday and Jeanie had promised 
to have dinner fixed when he got home. Jeanie had been his live-in 
girlfriend, on weekends only, for some time now, but she was about to 
move in full time. If everything went as planned they would be 
getting marred in the next couple of months.

The automatic garage door opened in response to Steve's remote unit, 
revealing Jeanie's car parked in its usual place. The sport-ute was 
parked behind Jeanie, leaving room for Steve to pull into the double 
garage.

Snickers, Jeanie's brown and white English Springer Spaniel, bounded 
up to greet Steve as he got out of his car. That's all it took to jog 
Steve's memory. He remembered who the sport-ute belonged to now; it 
was Nanette's. Nanette lived on a ranch about ten miles out of town. 
Nanette, who was apparently rather wealthy, operated the ranch in 
addition to owning and managing a restaurant in town. He and Jeanie 
had taken Snickers to Nanette to have him neutered when he was a year 
old. She had done it as a favor to Jeanie, as friend, and didn't 
charge anything. Jeanie had waited tables in Nanette's restaurant 
when she was working her way through college and they had been 
friends ever since.

"Hi, babe," Jeanie said, as Steve came in from the garage. "I hope 
you don't mind having a couple of guests for dinner tonight."

"No, not at all," said Steve, as he saw Nanette, and Donna, Jeanie's 
friend and next door neighbor, sitting on the sofa. "By the way, 
what's for dinner tonight anyway?"

"Dinner is on me tonight, honey," said Nanette. "I cooked up one of 
my specialties and your favorite, lasagna."

"Don't forget to give me my kiss, Stevie," Jeanie said, grabbing him 
around the neck. Their lips met and they held each other in a firm 
embrace, exchanging a long and sensuous kiss. Then Jeanie, with her 
arms still around Steve's neck, looked up at him with her big soft 
brown eyes.

"After dinner, babe" she whispered, "we've got a big surprise for 
you. I know you'll like it."

Jeanie giggled smugly and kissed Steve again.

After a dinner that certainly lived up to Nanette's reputation and 
Steve's expectations, Steve washed the dishes and cleaned up the 
kitchen, as was customary when Jeanie or one of her friends cooked 
dinner. Finishing up, and still puzzled about the surprise they had 
for him, he joined the three women in the living room, seating 
himself beside Jeanie on the sofa.

Nanette was in the middle of telling a story from her showgirl days 
in LasVegas. Nanette was usually careful not to give any clues that 
would allow anyone to determine her actual age, but Steve guessed she 
was around fifty, give or take a couple of years. But Nanette kept 
herself in excellent shape and had all the poise and countenance of 
someone who was accustomed to performing for the public. Steve could 
only imagine what she must have looked like in her heyday. Now her 
blonde curls were accented with a hint of gray. There was something 
about Nanette that was vaguely reminiscent of a country and western 
singing star, although she reminded Steve of no one in particular. 
Maybe it was her Southern accent; Nanette was raised on a ranch in 
Texas. That's where she learned things like how to neuter animals. 
Nanette had been married once, but that was many years ago.

Donna, a divorcee around thirty, was not much older than Steve and 
Jeanie. She was a manager and fitness instructor at a local health 
spa (Jeanie and Nanette both took aerobics there), and to say she had 
a great body would be a gross understatement. Donna had brown hair 
and green eyes, and Steve thought she looked a lot like Xena, the 
Warrior Princess on television. Donna liked to walk around in her 
back lawn wearing a skimpy little bikini, and Steve couldn't keep his 
eyes off her whenever he visited Jeanie. He almost wished it were he 
who was moving in with Jeanie and not the other way around. However,  
he realized that Donna could spell real trouble for his and Jeanie's 
relationship, and he would be ashamed for anyone to know about the 
fantasies he had about her.

"Okay," said Steve, "what's the surprise you said you had for me 
after dinner."

Jeanie smiled and looked at the other two women. Steve could see 
apprehension in her face.

"Do you think he's ready for this?" Jeanie asked, directing her 
question mostly to Nanette.

"It's your show, honey," Nanette said. "If you want to go ahead with 
it I'm behind you all the way."

"Me too," Donna added.

Smiling, Jeanie looked back at Steve. "Well, I need to dress properly 
to get you in the mood for this conversation, babe."

With that, Jeanie began to slither out of her dress. She was wearing 
white panties and bra with a garter belt and straps holding up her 
dark nylons. Steve's mouth dropped open in disbelief. Of course he 
was expecting Jeanie to do something like this later, in private, 
after the other women had gone. Why was she stripping in front of 
them? He was about to speak when Nanette began doing her own 
striptease, and Donna stepped out of the room. Steve just sat there 
spellbound, almost in shock.

Nanette was wearing a pair of silky red tights with black trim, over 
sheer pantyhose. Shortly, Dona returned wearing a Xena costume, as 
though she knew exactly what would turn Steve on.

"Whata you think, Stevie?" said Donna. "I've been told that I look 
like her, do I?"

"Y... yes, you do. Wh... what's this all about, anyway," Steve 
sputtered.

Jeanie laughed.

"Remember, about two months ago, back in February, the Saturday it 
snowed. You had to go to work that day because the guy who was 
supposed to be there couldn't get through the snow to work. That left 
me here all day with nothing to do. But you left your computer on and 
I played with it. Maybe that's snooping, but I am going to be your 
wife soon, and you did leave me here all day with nothing but that 
computer to keep me company."

Steve was still very confused. The sight of the women in their sexy 
costumes was turning him on and his budding erection was showing 
through his pants. Maybe they just wanted to give him a little 
costume show; that was the surprize. But why was Jeanie talking about 
the computer?

"Steve, do you know what your temporary internet files are?"

"Well, no; not really. I don't get into that technical stuff too 
much. I just use the thing."

Jeanie and Donna laughed.

Nanette turned to Steve with a sympathetic expression. "Don't feel 
pregnant, honey," she said. Most of that stuff's over my head too. 
I'll leave the details to techies like Jeanie and Donna."

All three women laughed and Steve was still confused.

"Anyway, Steve," Jeanie continued, "your temporary internet files 
keep track of where you go on the web; when you went there; and how 
long you stayed."

"You... you mean you can look at every web site I've..."

"I can, and I did, Steve. That was a very long Saturday, here all by 
myself. I had lots of time to browse around."

Steve was looking a little worried now.

"You like to look a nude models, don't you, Steve?"

"Yeah, well, I ah...." Steve mumbled, blushing.

"And lingerie models; and bikini models; and female body builders; 
and female wrestlers; and..."

"Well, what's so wrong with that?" Steve retorted defensively. "It's 
not like I'm cheating on you or anything."

"Only in your mind," Jeanie said, giggling.

"He's really just a regular guy," Nanette said, "and all guys cheat; 
in their minds or any other way if you give them a chance."

"Well, actually, Steve," Jeanie said, "there's one particular site 
that really grabbed my attention. You spend more time there than at 
all the others put together. Does ‘eunuch.org' ring a bell, Steve?"

Steve's palms began to sweat as he rubbed his hands together. His 
eyes darted nervously back and forth between the women. "W... well, 
it's not fair. You shouldn't have been looking at my stuff."

"But now we know where your real interests lie, Steve. At first I 
thought that stuff was too weird and that I couldn't possibly get 
into it, but after I found the story archive and read a few of the 
stories I was hooked. Oh god was I hooked! I got so soaked I had to 
go change my panties!"

The women all laughed. Steve's eyes were bulging and still darting 
back and forth between the women. Perspiration was running down his 
forehead and he looked like he might bolt and run at any second. 
However, his huge erection was now clearly visible through his pants. 
The women were looking at it and smiling, and Steve knew they were 
looking at it. Steve wipped his brow then wipped his hands and 
sweating palms on his pants legs. The women laughed again.

"Then I found out your pen name," Jeanie continued.

"H... how... did you...?"

"From your posts, silly! Your e-mail address was still the same." 
Jeanie was smiling and laughing as she talked.

"Then I told Nanette and Donna about the site and we've all been kind 
of lurking ever since."

"...And that was such a cute pen name you picked," Nanette 
interjected; "Snickers. Named yourself after Jeanie's little neutered 
dog."

Suddenly the conversation was interrupted by the sound of four 
pattering little feet coming into the living room.

"Awww, Snickers, honey, did you think Nan Nan was calling you, huh?" 
Nanette said to the dog, in a doating, condenscending voice.

Snickers started to rear up on Nanette and put his paws on her knees, 
but Nanette spread her legs and forced him to place his paws on the 
cushion between her legs. Then she started petting him on the head 
and scratching behind his ears.

"No, mustn't rear up on Nan Nan. She don't want to tear her hose. Oh, 
but him like Nan Nan doesn't he. Yeah, he say, ‘Nan Nan neutered me 
and made me into a good little doggie. Yes she did!' Yes, he remember 
who neutered him and that make Nan Nan sooo special. Yes it does!"

The dog was panting and looking up at Nanette with an expression of 
total trust and contentment, enthusiastically wagging the stump of 
his little bobbed tail.

"You should have seen him, Nanette," said Jeanie. "About four months 
after you neutered him Donna's German Shepherd bitch, Jasmine, came 
into heat. We put her in the back yard with him just to see what 
would happen. The first time they were together Snickers just 
foundered himself. He just couldn't get enough!"



"So that's why you had that litter of mixed breed pups to give away," 
Nanette said, laughing.

"Yeah, I know," said Donna, "but it was my own fault. I just wanted 
to watch them, and it gave little Snickers such a wonderful last 
time! Actually I guess it was both his first and last time."

All the women laughed.

Snickers knew he was being talked about. He left Nanette's chair and 
paced in a little circle on the floor, dividing his attention between 
the women before finally going over to Jeanie.

"And I assume," mused Nanette, "that he was a little less 
enthusiastic on their second meeting."

"Oh, it was so cute, Nanette," said Jeanie. "I wish you could have 
seen him. He went up and sniffed Jasmine, then looked back at me with 
that real puzzled expression on his face. It was like he was 
saying, ‘What's the matter, Mommy, The last time we did this it felt 
so good and was so much fun!' Then he came back to me and looked up 
at me like he was expecting me to give him something to make it fun 
again. So I gave him a doggie treat and he just held it in his mouth 
without chewing it. Then he looked up at me like he was saying, ‘Are 
you sure, Mommy?' Then he took the treat back over to Jasmine and 
dropped it. He sniffed Jasmine again and ran back to me and whimpered 
as if to say, ‘It didn't work, Mommy. Give me something else!' But 
there was nothing else. Nothing will ever work for little Snickers 
again, will it, Snickers."

The women were all laughing now. They obviously thought the story was 
very cute and funny. Snickers, realizing he was the center of 
attention and the topic of their conversation, began to turn in 
little circles on the floor and make whimpering, groaning noises like 
he was trying to imitate human speech. Occasional frustrated barks 
punctuated his whimpers as though he wanted to talk so badly, but 
knew he couldn't. This tickled the women even more and their laughter 
became almost delirious. 

"Say!" Donna exclaimed, as their laughter subsided, "we haven't told 
Steve what his surprise is yet. But I'll bet you have a real good 
clue, don't you, Stevie?"

"Well, I... ah... er..."

"Oh, don't be so bashful," Donna admonished. "We've all read the 
stories you posted to the eunuch site. You changed the names, but we 
still recognized ourselves. Why do you think I went to all the 
trouble to make this Xena costume, huh? I did it for you, Stevie. 
This is your big scene; the grand finale to your days as a man!"

"What we're going to do to you tonight," Jeanie said, "will 
practically follow the script of one of your own stories - almost to 
the letter! This is really your idea, Steve; your fantasy. You just 
didn't know we would be willing to make it come true for you. Of 
course you can always back out, Steve, but I don't think you will. I 
think you're too much into it."

"You've got that right, kid," said Nanette. As far along as he is, if 
we don't do it he would likely try to do it himself, and that could 
be dangerous. Steve, honey, we're going to give you the most 
beautiful last time a man can have!"

"Just think, Stevie," Donna said, "tomorrow night this time we will 
be sitting right here talking again and you won't be a man anymore. 
But you will have had me, and you can keep having me until you run 
out of testosterone and then you can't have anybody, and won't want 
anybody anymore. Jeanie won't care because that's part of her gift to 
you for your last few hours as a man. I'm going to enjoy fucking your 
eyeballs out Stevie!"

"You won't back out now, will you, babe," Jeanie said, laughing 
naughtily.

"Well, I... ah... I er... had kind of thought about trying Depo-
Provera for..."

"Oh, fuck Depo-Provera!" Nanette snorted. "I've seen men try that. 
It's expensive, difficult to obtain legally, and there are health 
risks with the side effects. Every man I know who's used it wound up 
having himself cut for real, anyway; so why waste the time and money? 
Honey, when it's time, it's time! I've read your posts on that 
message board, inquiring about cutters and urologists. In six month's 
time you'll be using the garden shears on yourself to whack em' off, 
and that's what we've got to avoid."

"See there, babe," said Jeanie, "this is really best for you. We're 
just going to do something for you that you would  wind up doing to 
yourself anyway, and we're going to make it wonderful for you!"

"Honey, go get undressed and take a shower. Jeanie and Donna are 
going to shave you while I get everything ready. It's just like in 
your story, remember?"



Once Steve was on the bed, Jeanie snipped off most of his pubic locks 
with a pair of barber scissors, then lathered him up with warm 
shaving cream. Then she and Donna took turns shaving him with safety 
razors.

"Nanette, I don't mean to be prying," said Donna, "but I'm curious. 
How many men have you nutted in your career?"

Nanette laughed. "Honey, you make it sound like I had a career of 
neutering men. I only wish!"

"No," she said pensively, "let's see; Steve will be number seventeen. 
Well, actually number eighteen if you count the boy I neutered when I 
was a teenager. But that wasn't exactly consensual. He was passed out 
drunk in the hay loft  and I used my dad's Burdizzo on him. He never 
knew exactly what happened to him, let alone who did it. Remind me to 
tell you that story some time."

Steve had maintained a throbbing erection throughout his shave. 
Hearing Nanette talk about her neutering exploits just added to his 
excitement. He thought those stories were very erotic. They were 
getting close to the end now. Donna stretched Steve's scrotum while 
Jeanie shaved the final few hairs from it. Drooling with pre-cum, 
Steve felt he could explode any second.

"Well, that's it, babe," Jeanie said, chucking the disposable razor 
into the trash. She had him roll off the sheet that had caught his 
hair and she took it away while Donna placed a hot, damp washcloth on 
Steve's freshly denuded groin.

Jeanie returned with a small mirror and Donna removed the wash cloth, 
allowing Steve to savor the full glory of the cosmetic change they 
had just effected. Steve gasped in astonishment. He had never really 
contemplated just how different this would make him look - and feel. 
For a fleeting moment he had second thoughts about what he was about 
to do. Something inside him suddenly told him that this was crazy and 
he didn't really want to go through with it. It was just a silly 
fantasy, something fun to write about on the web, but nothing he 
would actually want to do; not in real life. He started mumbling, 
trying to say he wanted to back out, but Jeanie's and Donna's soft 
caresses were distracting him. The sight of their beauty; Jeanie in 
her sexy lingerie; Donna in her stunning Xena costume; had him 
mesmerized.

Suddenly, Nanette strutted up to the bed, smiling admiringly, almost 
smugly, as she inspected Jeanie and Donna's handiwork. Seeing Steve's 
distress, she smiled at him warmly and sympathetically, at the same 
time reaching out and gently taking hold of his testicles.

"A little scared, honey?" she asked, softly.

"Yeah, a little," he said weakly. His apprehension began to melt as 
he looked at Nanette's warm, condescending smile.

"It's okay, honey. All men get a little nervous as the moment draws 
near. It's kind of like going to the dentist, isn't it?" Nanette 
chuckled warmly as she began massaging and kneading his testicles.

"Y... yeah, I guess so," Steve said, giggling a little and lightening 
his mood.

His reservations about his upcoming castration and his feelings of 
apprehension disappeared as quickly as they had come. The feel of 
Nanette's gentle fingers - those delicate and practiced neutering 
fingers - on his scrotum stripped any thoughts of resistance from his 
mesmerized mind.

"My, you've got a pretty little pair of balls," she said, 
scrutinizing his face as she carefully watched for his most subtle 
reactions to what she was saying and doing. Nanette was playing with 
his emotions like a violinist plays a violin. "Honey, are you sure 
you want to part with these, huh?", she crooned, watching the doubt 
and apprehension flow back into his eyes.

"I... ah... ah... don't..." He never finished his sentence. His face 
was filled with the ambivalent mixture of fear and desire. Nanette 
looked softly into his eyes as she kneaded and massaged his 
testicles. Finally she took her other hand and gently caressed and 
pinched the newly barred skin of his pubic mound before gripping his 
penis near its base.

"Ooooo, you're so smooth," she whispered. "I love men who are smooth. 
I have four eunuchs out at my ranch and three of them are nullos. 
Would you like to be like that, honey, hmmm?"

Unable to form words, all Steve could say was, "Ah... ahh... ahhh..." 
Tears filled his eyes and began flowing down the side of his face. No 
matter what might be going on in his mind at the moment, one thing 
was obvious. He was helpless!

"Well don't worry, Steve, honey," said Nanette, unable to conceal her 
sadistically wicked smile. "We're not going to do that tonight. That 
will come later, when you're ready. Tonight Nan Nan's just going to 
neuter you. Your little balls are going to go bye bye tonight. Are 
you ready, honey?"

"Ye... ye... yeah," he squeaked weakly, spreading his legs farther 
apart as a sign of acquiescence.

"Honey, you'd let me nut you right now, before you had your last 
time, wouldn't you?"

"Oh... oh... yes," he gasped, spreading his legs still wider.

"Well, girls," Nanette said, looking at Jeanie and Donna, "this 
wasn't in the script. In his story he fucked all night before we cut 
him. But I will tell you one thing, though, he'll never be more ready 
than he is at this minute."

Nanette walked over to the dresser and began assembling the tools of 
her trade, placing them on a tray. Jeanie and Donna looked down on 
Steve and his huge erection, as they gently stroked his thighs and 
newly shaved pubic mound.

"In his story," said Donna, "he told how wonderful it felt to have my 
warm, fuzzy  muff jam against his bare helpless crotch. He was so 
inadequate and incomplete, but in my wonderful, functional wholeness -
 my hair against his hairless inadequacy - I made him feel whole 
again. His last night in his story was wonderful, but he's going to 
let us castrate him without even a last time!"

"He's got it bad," Nanette said from across the room. "I've seen them 
like him before. You can count yourself lucky, Jeanie. Steve will 
make a very loyal little eunuch. His kind aren't usually much good in 
the sex department though; not even with testosterone replacement."

Steve was just laying there helpless, looking up at Jeanie and 
Donna's mesmerizing beauty. Tears were running down his face and he 
was whimpering and mumbling nonsense.

"It seems so cruel to do this to him," Donna said.

"Well, Jeanie," said Nanette, as she walked back over to the bed with 
the tray, a syringe filled with Xylocaine in her right hand, "it's 
your call, girl. He's your pet. What will it be?"

Jeanie was trembling with erotic excitement. Saying nothing, she 
unfastened her garter belt and slipped out of her soaked panties. She 
climbed onto the bed and positioned herself above Steve's face, then 
lowered her damp fuzzy muff onto him. Steve responded by thrusting 
his face up to meet her oozing dampness. His slurps and smacks were 
as awkward as they were sincere and frantic. He was emitting 
submissive little squeaks like some helpless rodent. The high 
register of his voice didn't even sound human.

Jeanie threw her head back and closed her eyes. She was in a dream. 
Her body began to convulse in the throws of her orgasm.

"Nut him!" she gasped. "Please, Nanette, do it now! Nut him like a 
little piggy!"


THE END