Rita
TESTICLES
Be faithful or be careful
One night a couple of years ago, my wife and I went to visit a friend of hers.
Tina lived in a rural farming community near Portland Oregon. She ran a small
motel there, 20 rooms, a kind of bed and breakfast place. We checked in and
had dinner. Tina came by the room later with some late night drinks, a kind of
hot chocolate with Bailey’s mixed in. I felt tired and went to sleep almost
immediately. When I woke up I couldn’t move. I panicked and tried to move
again. There was something in my mouth that was uncomfortable, a kind of
plastic tube. I tried to spit it out, but it was strapped around my head. I
saw Rita, my wife, looking at me from a chair. Looking down, I saw I was on
some kind of gurney. There were straps and belts holding me so I couldn’t
move. I was wearing some kind of straightjacket with my arms crossed in front.
The jacket was attached to the gurney with straps. My head was confined too,
but I could look around the room. The upper portion of my body was upright at
about a 45-degree angle. There were other people in the room. I recognized
some of the other guests. There were also other gurneys with people strapped
in. Several were struggling to get free like me. Then I noticed, all the
confined persons were men. The women with them were all sitting or talking to
them. There were 11 of us total on the gurneys. Rita said, ‘Calm down, honey.
Everything is alright.’ I wanted to scream at her to get me off of this
goddamned thing, but the tube prevented me from doing anything but gurgle.
‘It’s okay, honey. Relax. We just have to wait our turn.’ Seeing the confusion
on my face she continued, ‘I’ve made arrangements to have our little problem
fixed. You look confused. Maybe I should explain. I know about you and Carol.”  
My god! She knew about an affair I was having with a girl at work! Shit!
Probably divorce and visiting privileges with the kids. Damn! I knew I should
have been more careful.  
“I know you two have been having an affair for the past six months. At first I
was hurt. I thought about a divorce, but what would that do to our kids?
They’re too young to come from a broken family. After they graduate college we
can get a divorce, but until then, I think we should stay together. But back
to our problem. How can I keep you from fooling around and maybe embarrassing
the family and me? I think I found the solution. I talked to Cathy and she
said she had the same problem with Bill. She found that there is a way to keep
him faithful to her. So now I’m going to make sure you are faithful to me and
the family too.”  
Cathy was a fitness trainer at the gym Rita worked out at. I met her once.
Great body and real friendly. I never met Bill.  
“Cathy said she had Bill fixed so he wouldn’t ever cheat again. She gave me
Tina’s number. I decided that this was the cure for our problem too.”  
So Tina is some kind of marriage counselor. Seeing me relax, Rita continued.  
“Tina offered to help us. Don’t worry, she doesn’t charge anything, just room
and meals for the week we will be here. She’s done this for over five years
and is very good at it. I think you don’t understand what she does. Tina is a
kind of doctor. She specializes in male behavior modification, among other
things” Rita giggled here. “She’s agreed to take care of our problem too.
Still confused? I’m going to have your testicles cut off.”  
That did it. I tried to get free again. I screamed and struggled, but I was
strapped tight. Rita smiled at me.  
“That should stop you from fooling around anymore. Tina said it would curve
your sexual appetite. And I’m sure Carol wouldn’t want a man without any
balls. Relax honey. Think of it as birth control. You wanted to have my tubes
cut, remember? Well, we’ll just cut your tubes instead.”  
I saw a gurney come out of a room to the side. The guy on it was crying.
Another was on the way in. The intended victim was fighting to get free. He
was trying to yell at his wife and looked very very mad. About 20 minutes
later he was wheeled out. He was crying too and very docile. I was scared. I
saw four others go in one after the other. Some mad, others looked scared or
just resigned. They all came out crying and looked completely dejected. Then a
couple of ladies came over and Rita said, “Looks like our turn.”  
“Hi. I’m Sara and this is Kerri. We will be assisting in the operation. Are
you ready?” stated Sara.  
“Yes.” Said Rita.  
I tried to get free again, but I was exhausted from trying earlier. They
wheeled me into the room. The room was plain and looked a lot like a kitchen.
It even had a refrigerator. No stove though. There were cabinets all around.
Reminded me of a big doctors office. Tina was there and was putting on some
latex gloves. She asked Rita, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
Rita replied immediately, “Yes.” I screamed “NO!” but the mouthpiece only let
out air. Kerri removed the sheet and blanket covering me. I was completely
naked. I flushed red from embarrassment. There was a kind of bar hanging down
from the ceiling. Sara slid this under my ankles and strapped them in. They
undid the straps holding my legs onto the gurney. I tried to kick free, but
the bar held me in place and I couldn’t move my legs. They used this bar to
pull me from the gurney to a table. Sara and Kerri reattached me to the table
this time. The bar was raised and pulled toward my head. I was effectively
doubled over and still helpless to do anything. Sara then said she was going
to shave my sac and balls. I struggled. She told me to keep still or she might
‘accidentally cut’ something. I stopped struggling. She held a small electric
trimmer, the kind you use on beards. She giggled then and asked Rita if she
wanted to do the job. Rita smiled and said ‘Sure, I’ve done it enough times
for him! Time for him to see how it feels.’ Rita took the little cutter and
shaved my pubic hair and all the hair from my balls and groin area. She then
took some shaving cream and lathered it up. I felt her rubbing it on and then
she took a disposable razor and shaved me clean. They rinsed me clean and
toweled me dry. Kerri then came over with a syringe and small bottle of
something. “Pain killer”, was all she said. Rita asked, “ Then he won’t feel
anything?”. “He’ll have some feeling, but not much. Otherwise it will be very
painful. He’ll feel the cords cut though”, replied Kerri.  
She then gave me a number of shots around my balls. My prick went numb and
tingled a bit. Then Tina got between my legs. A tray was wheeled over and it
had scalpel and a number of scissor looking things. The scalpel looked like an
x-acto knife. I had never seen one before. Tina picked it up and asked Rita
again, “You’re sure?”, to which Rita replied “Yes”. Tina made a cut high on
the sac. I felt the cut more as a pulling sensation than anything else. There
was a little blood, but not much. She reached in and pulled out a testicle. I
felt that. They hadn’t given me any shots to the balls themselves, just around
the sac. It didn’t hurt, but I could feel her pull it out. It wasn’t what I
expected. It looked flesh colored and smooth with a string of flesh attached.
I thought it would be clean with just some veins coming out of the end. The
ball was smooth but the connection was like a piece of chicken fat. Tina
pulled the ball and used a couple of long scissors type clamps on the cords.
She then used some black string to tie the cord. She did this in two places
just the other side of the clamps. She asked Rita, “Want to make the final
cut?” Of course Rita said yes. She took some long scissors from Sara. “Cut
between the two clamps”. Rita smiled and made the final cut. I screamed. I
really didn’t feel any pain, but I felt the cut emotionally deeper than
anything I had ever felt in my life. I started to cry. My body started to
tremble all over. I couldn’t stop shaking. I saw Tina showing the now free
ball to Rita. She put it on the small table that held the surgical tools.
Kerri removed the clamps and sewed the opening shut. Tina then made the second
cut on the other side. Same thing and when it came time for the cut, Rita
again did it. She said “This is for your own good, honey” and made the final
cut. I screamed again. I was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking all over. I
wanted to double over and protect my wounded and destroyed groin area. Again
Tina showed Rita the detached ball. I watched as they rinsed it in a jar of
some liquid and then put them in another jar filled with some liquid. Tina
asked Rita if she wanted them. She said no. I wanted to beg her to keep them.
They were mine and I wanted to keep them. Maybe they could put them back on.
Rita asked what they did with them. Sara said they usually sold them to
collectors or anyone else who wanted them. She said most of the buyers were
women and giggled. I kept begging, keep them, but could only mumble through
the tube. Kerri sewed me up again and then they put me back on the gurney. I
was wheeled out and back to our room. I cried the whole way. They gave me a
shot and I went to sleep. When I woke up I thought maybe it was a dream. I
couldn’t move and I knew it wasn’t. The mouth piece was gone and I saw Rita
sitting watching some tv show. I said “Why?” Rita looked at me and said it was
to save our family. Well, that was two years ago. We stayed at motel a week
and the cuts healed. Sara cut away the stitches. They let me out of the
straight jacket the second day. I was too weak to do anything but rest and
sleep. I was really depressed. Rita drove us home. I cried a lot back then. I
felt like I should hate her and want to kill her, but didn’t have the energy
or the will. It did stop my even looking at other women. I tried masturbating
a few months after the operation. I did manage to come, but it didn’t feel as
good as before. Rita and I don’t have sex anymore. She doesn’t say anything
about it or the operation. She never was much for sex anyway. I miss the
excitement of it, but don’t have much desire for it anymore. I spend more time
with the family now. Rita says I’m a better husband and father now. I want to
stay with her even after all that has happened. What else can I do? I just
hope she wants to stay with me. If we ever do get a divorce, what would I do?
She told me when we get the divorce she wants the house and everything in it.
If not, she’ll make my castration public to my family and the kids. So I try
and make her happy so we stay together.  
  

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