Castration Quickie One
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
You awaken in a dungeon and meet two mysterious women, one of whom tortures and destroys your testicles
` When you awake, you are lying on a cold stone table in a dungeon. The light
shining on you is unpleasantly intense. You notice that you are naked and that
someone has shaved off all your body hair. Your cock is half-hard and you
haven't seen it so naked since you were ten years old. `

You hear approaching footsteps and you look down between your legs to see two
women emerge from the shadows, a brunette and a blond. Both are naked except
for brief vests and high-heel boots, all made of black leather. The brunette
appears to be about 5'7" with 36D-28-36 measurements, the blonde about 5'11"
with 34DD-24-34 measurements. Instinctively you understand that the shorter,
more robust one (me) is in charge and the taller, slimmer one with bigger
boobs is some kind of assistant. In a moment we are at your sides, gazing into
your eyes.

"Who are you?" you ask. We do not answer.

Your pulse quickens and you try to rise, but something restrains you. There
are no straps but something that feels like a thousand hands holds you in
place. You can only writhe and struggle. We laugh unkindly at your
predicament. Fear creeps down your spine, and, to your frustration, raises
your dick to full mast. The effect is not lost on us. My assistant wraps her
manicured fingers around your shaft and squeezes.

"What are you going to do to me?" you ask.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I reply.

"Go ahead," I whisper to blondie, brushing my hand across her midriff.
Continuing to hold onto your dick, she drives her fist into your testicles.
You scream in agony as she begins to masturbate you and grind your balls with
her knuckles. You feel the round bones tenderizing your nuggets and the precum
dribbling from your glans like water from a leaky faucet.

"Please stop it," you gasp. "PleezOHpleeeez.”

Blondie lets up and climbs onto the table. She is looming over you. I press a
button beside your head that you hadn't noticed before, and a cold, lubricated
shaft force itself into your asshole. You feel a knob of some kind press
against your prostate, then an electric current convulses the hidden gland,
causing you to spurt your sperm in staccato bursts like a drinking fountain.
There’s no orgasm—it feels like pissing.

Blondie turns her back to you, giving you a great view of her

well-formed ass. She stands on her tiptoes and raises her heels above your
balls.

“Oh shit,” you mutter, realizing what is about to happen. “No . . .

Please,” you groan, but to no avail. Blondie brings her heels smashing down on
your cum-tender kiwis. The last thing you feel before you pass out is the
rupturing of your testicular walls.

  

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