The Slingshot
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
A man finds a unique way to loose his manhood with the help of his wife and an assistant.
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I didn’t want them any more and Angie (my wife) liked the idea of cutting them
off. We checked out the various options and banding seemed to be the best for
what we wanted, but the idea of having my testicles shrivel up between my legs
over a couple of weeks wasn’t really appealing, but there was always the
problem of what to do with them if we cut them, also we just felt that they
needed a good send off. After all they were quite large (a deciding factor in
having them removed since they were always in the way). We started to think of
ways to give my masculinity one last hoorah. Then it occurred to me. We set
the date and began to assemble what we needed.

Neither of us slept that night anticipating the next morning’s activities.
That morning I woke up, took a bath, and shaved then we both went naked into
the cool morning air in the back yard. We had already driven two stakes into
the ground and between them sat a long wooden bench that I lay down on. My
wife asked me one last time if I was sure and when I said yes she picked up
the elastrator. She snapped 20 rings onto my scrotum all the while massaging
my nuts. When she was done my sac looked like one of those Egyptian women’s
necks and my balls were already turning blue. Just as she was about to attach
a parachute ball stretcher around my waiting nuts, our neighbor Sarah walked
around the privacy fence.

Angie quickly answered the question on Sarah’s mind. “I’m castrating him” she
said. “Do you want to help?” Sarah composed herself and then took a couple of
steps closer never taking her eyes off my ever darkening balls. “Sure” she
said. “What do I need to do?” “Well, first you have to take your clothes off.
It’s the least we can do for him.” Angie responded. Sarah stripped as Angie
finished attaching the stretcher. Sarah and Angie could have been sisters.
They were both slim with dark hair, and there were new similarities,
especially their large tight breasts, nipples giving away the chill of the
morning. Angie had always kept her bush neatly trimmed but I now saw that
Sarah was waxed smooth. Her one pierced labia peeked out from her slit, wet
with excitement. Even being so nervous I was harder than ever before. “Oh,
that’s good” said Angie. “That way it will be out of the way. I don’t want it
getting hurt. I still want to play with it when this is all over.” She rubbed
my dick with one hand while running her own hand over her crotch. “Sarah,
could you make sure that his dick stays out of the way? You can do it any way
you want.” “Sure” said Sarah and she began to stroke me gently.

Angie slipped a large bungee cord over each of the posts and stretched the
bands toward my awaiting equipment. Straining her tight body against the bands
she barely managed to clip them onto the chains of the parachute restraint. As
she slowly released her grip on the bands my sac was stretched to its limit.
Despite the fact that my balls were no longer getting any blood they began to
ache terribly. Angie went to the garage to get the gardening loppers to
finalize my neutering. Sarah, sensing my pain, knelt down next to me and began
kissing my stomach and slowly proceeded to my desperately waiting dick. I
slowly slid my hand into her now soaking groin. Angie returned and stood
straddling me, giving me a perfect view of her tight butt and glistening
crotch. As my other hand slid into her soft folds she positioned the loppers
in the middle of the stack of rings. I felt the cold blade on my scrotum and
within seconds I came. Suddenly, Angie slammed the handles together and
“lopped” off my balls. I opened my eyes just in time to see my manhood crest
the tree line.

Within a couple of weeks I was all healed up and we had found a source for
testosterone. My wife felt that since Sarah was in on my cutting that I was
her eunuch too and that entitled her to some use of my “fixed” equipment.
Since she had a fear of pregnancy, and since I was no longer swinging a pair,
I was soon the only one satisfying her needs. Between her and my wife, my sex
life was better than any of my teenage fantasies.

Twenty days after, we were all sitting around when a news report came on the
TV. A hiker had come across a shocking discovery, while out in the woods he
had found a pair of testicles held in their sac by several rubber bands. We
all had a good laugh.

  

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