Testicle Research Part 24: Mary's First Experiment

*Note/WARNING: EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! All characters are aged 18+*

**Mary**

Mary made her way to HER lab with more excitement than ever.

She had spent the last week helping Caity with her "research" by popping balls as she awaited the equipment she needed for her own research. She had taken immense pleasure in popping so many balls but she had also enjoyed the look on Beth's face every time she had to remove what was left of the mush in each sack. Over the course of the week, Beth had become noticably more quiet and distressed. *Good,* Mary thought to herself. *Serves her right for ruining my fun by saving men's balls. Well, she won't be saving any balls from MY lab.*

2 days ago, all of Mary's equipment had finally arrived and Lucy introduced Mary to a lab of her own.

Yesterday, Mary had spent the entire day setting up her lab for her first experiment and today she was finally going to begin her own "research". Sally and Cindy were in her lab right now, restraining a fresh male for her to have fun with. She supposed they would be done right about now, so was making her way to the lab to begin her fun.

As she made her way to the lab, she ran into Sally and Cindy. "Is he fully restrained?" She asked.

"Yep," Cindy spoke up first. "No matter what you do to his poor nuggets, he ain't getting out of those restraints."

"And," Sally added, "I've got him pumped and ready for action. If you know what I mean." She raised her eyebrows suggestively with a grin.

"I trust he won't be getting any action though. Right Mary?" Cindy said with a smirk.

"Oh you know he won't be getting any action," Mary smiled an evil smile. *He'll never get any action again after I'm done with him.* She felt her pussy getting wet already. She couldn't wait to get started. "I best go and start my experiment then." She speed walked past them.

"Eager to get started I see," Sally said as the 2 assistants began giggling.

"Damn right I am," Mary yelled back excitedly as she continued on her way.

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As Mary entered her lab, she was greeted by the sight of a naked man restrained to the same kind of vertical frame that was in Lucy's lab, with his legs spread wide open and his arms restrained above his head. He had a gag in his mouth and his cock was erect and leaking precum, likely from Sally's signature edging that she performed on every man after she had them restrained and helpless. His balls were pretty large which excited Mary. *The bigger the balls, the more fun they are to play with.*

What was most important to Mary though, was the fact that he was young. She had decided that she wanted all her subjects to be young men from ages 18 to 24 because there was just something extra cruel about castrating a young man when he was in his sexual prime. Before he got to truly enjoy sex for the entirety of his 20s. Before he got to enjoy the full benefit of having his genitals intact with a decades long sex life. They'd eventually live longer without balls than they ever did with them. Just thinking about all the young men she was going to castrate, and all the young men she already had, dampened her pussy. They would go on to live for decades yearning for a pleasure that they'll never experience again. Haunted by the memory of the blissful orgasms they had early in life that they'll never experience again. Eventually, so much time will pass that they might forget what it feels like. And those pleasures that they'll cry themselves to sleep at night thinking about will be pleasures that SHE took away from them. The thought made her pussy soaking wet. Especially when she thought about all the sexual pleasure she'll be experiencing in those years whilst they suffered never ending sexual denial.

She walked up to him and took the gag out of his mouth. She didn't care what his name was. There were only 2 questions that she wanted him to answer. "How old are you boy?"

"19," he trembled, unsure what to think of the situation he was in.

*19,* she felt her pussy tingle, *so young.*

"Are you a virgin?"

His eyes widened in confusion, "why do you need to know that?"

"Trust me. It's very important for my research," she lied.

He hesitated and then said, "well... ok... yes... I'm a virgin."

Mary rubbed her thighs together as her pussy dampened even more. *Oh, fuck yeah. It's always hotter when it's a virgin. He'll never know what sex feels like because of ME!* "Thank you boy. That's all I need to hear from you for now." She placed the gag back in his mouth and took out her phone to call Caity.

Caity had told Mary that she wanted to be present during her first experiment to see what she was made of. Mary wanted to show Caity just how cruel she could be to a pair of testicles in her own lab.

"Hey Caity," Mary said when Caity had answered her phone, "I've got my first subject all tied up and ready. Get over here. I wanna get started."

"Ok," Caity responded on the other side of the phone call, "I'm in my own lab at the moment. Let me just finish up what I'm doing here." Mary then heard a mighty thud from her phone, followed by 2 audible pops and a man screaming in agony. "All done," Caity continued. "I'll just call Nicole in to clean up the mess I've made then I'll be there."

"Awesome. See you shortly," Mary said as she hung up the phone.

As she waited for Caity to arrive, she spoke to the restrained man. "You must be wondering what kind of research you signed up for now that you're restrained like that."

He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. It was clear that he was very anxious.

"I see the girls had fun with you," she said as she looked down at his erect cock with raised eyebrows.

He looked away in embarrassment.

She walked up closer to him and placed her finger on his frenulum, tickling the sensitive part of his penis without touching him anywhere else. It made his cock twitch eagerly which made Mary chuckle. It was clear that Sally had brought him to the edge of orgasm just moments before she had entered. "I could finish you off you know? Would you like that?"

He nodded desperately. He was so horny from Sally's edging and also from the light touches of Mary's finger. Precum began to leak out of his cock.

Mary giggled at that and removed her finger. "Sorry buddy," she smiled as he looked at her with desperate horny eyes, "I'm afraid that male orgasms are strictly forbidden in my lab."

He whimpered in frustrated arousal.

"Still though," Mary continued, "I don't have any restrictions on playing with your cock for a while." She reached out her hand and began to slowly stroke his cock. His breathing increased as he felt pleasure wash over him. "Don't get too excited," she teased. "I'm not gonna let you cum." She stroked his cock until it was about to spurt the cum that had been building in his balls, bringing him right to the edge of orgasm. Then, once again, she let go.

His cock spasmed, trying to seek that final stroke that would push it over the edge into orgasm. But Mary wasn't going to let that happen.

"Plssssss," he whimpered through his gag as he tried desperately to cum until his cock slowly started to calm down. Just then, Mary crouched down and kissed his cockhead, taking his entire glans into her mouth and made one big suck that instantly brought him back up to the edge of orgasm. As Mary felt some precum spurt onto her tongue, she took her mouth away from his cock and stood back up. Precum continued to leak out of his cock as he desperately humped his hips as much as he could in his restraints to finally reach orgasm. But his efforts were in vain.

When he finally calmed down from the edge, Mary smirked. "Don't worry boy, you can always finish yourself off once we're done here," she lied. She wanted to give him false hope so that what she was going to do to him would be even more emotionally crushing.

She slapped his balls, making him yelp.

"Does that help to calm you down from that edge?" She asked before she slapped his balls again without giving him a chance to answer, not that he could anyway with the gag in his mouth.

She spent the next few minutes slapping his balls repeatedly which, to her shock, didn't calm his erection down due to how horny and desperate he was for an orgasm. *An orgasm he'll never get,* Mary thought as juices flooded her pussy.

Finally, the door to the lab opened and Caity walked in, instantly looking at the man's twitching cock. "Well, he looks eager," she laughed.

"So am I," Mary smirked, "although I think me and him are eager for different things."

"Of course, haha. And I see his balls are pretty red too. Have you been rough with him already?" Caity laughed.

"Just a few slaps."

"It looks like more than just a few you naughty girl," Caity smirked.

Mary blushed. She loved it when Caity called her a naughty girl. After all, it was true. *I'm naughty with testicles.*

"So," Caity moved the conversation forward, "what have you got in store for this guy?"

Both Caity and the man looked at Mary, awaiting her answer. Caity was excited. The man was afraid. He had a feeling that whatever was going to happen, wouldn't be good for him.

Mary walked over to a drawer and took out a strange looking object and held it in her hand. "This is a ball harness. It's designed to fit around the base of a man's scrotum quite tightly." The harness was made of black leather. Mary opened the harness up by unclipping it, then approached the man and placed it around the base of his scrotum before clipping it firmly closed. This made his balls squeeze down to the bottom of his sack with the scrotal skin pulled tight against them. He moaned in pain at this. *If only he knew how much worse the pain is going to get,* Mary thought to herself.

"Interesting. What's next?" Caity asked.

Mary made her way to the other side of the room towards a pulley system that she had set up. The pulley system had a tight rope that was attached to a small hook like contraption that Mary grabbed and pulled towards the restrained man. She then placed the hook into a small loop attachment on the ball harness around his scrotum before pressing a button on the contraption that closed the hook. It was now impossible for the hook to remove itself from the ball harness unless that same button was pressed again.

Mary then put her face up against the man with a menacing smile whilst speaking to Caity. "For my first experiment, I'm going to see how far the testicular cords can stretch before they snap."

The man's eye's widened in absolute horror upon hearing of his impending painful castration, whilst Caity whistled and said "that sounds fun."

"See that crank on the wall over there by the pulley system?" Mary gestured her head towards the crank. "I'm going to be using that to pull this rope that's attached to his scrotum via the hook. The more I crank the rope, the more stretched out his testicular cords will get."

The man was frantically shaking his head left to right and muffling pleas through his gag as Caity laughed, "oh my god, that sounds awesome."

"I know right?" Mary agreed. "Let's make it more fun."

Mary then took the gag out of the man's mouth. "Please, please please, don't do this!" He begged.

Mary ignored him and turned to Caity, "I think it will be more fun with him ungagged. Hearing them beg is much more fun. You should try it sometime. Gags can make it boring."

As the man continued to beg, Caity responded to her, "yes I can see what you mean. His begging is making me pretty wet."

"Me too," Mary grinned as she went over to a drawer, pulled out a tape measure and handed it to Caity. "You measure how far his balls have stretched. I'll turn the crank."

"Got it," Caity said as she walked over to the restained man whilst Mary approached the crank and placed her hand on it.

"PLEASE! NO! DON'T DO THIS! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!" He pleaded.

"Shush boy," said Caity, "we're conducting important research here."

"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!"

"Yes you did," Caity responded. "You signed up for important research. It said so in the ad, remember?"

"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE THIS! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY BALLS!"

"Sorry boy," Caity said with mirth, "there's no going back on this now."

"WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED TO RESEARCH THIS ANYWAY?"

*Because it's fucking hot,* Mary thought to herself before answering, "that's our business. Now stop questioning us."

She went to turn the crank but Caity stopped her. "Hey, wait!" She yelled out. The man looked at Caity with hope in his eyes. Maybe she was about to put a stop to this. His hopes were quickly crushed though when Caity said "Shouldn't we measure how far his balls are away from his body naturally first?"

"Oh yes." Mary said, resisting the urge to begin turning the crank. "You're right. We should. I got a little over excited to get started haha."

"Understandable. Anyway, how should I do this?" Caity asked.

"Well, we're measuring how much the cords stretch. So measure from the top of his balls to the base of his scrotum where it attaches to his body. That seems like a good way of doing it."

"Got it," Caity said as she placed the tape measure as Mary instructed. "Naturally, his right testicle hangs 2 inches from his body. His left hangs 3 inches away."

"Great. Now, let's finally get started." Mary was impatient to get started so she finally turned the crank on the wall 1 rotation which pulled the rope attached to the hook that was hooked onto the ball harness back towards the pulley system on the opposite wall of the man.

This effectively pulled the man's balls away from his body in front of him. "HNNNNNGG! OH, OH, OH, OH, FUCK, FUCK, STOP, STOP! THAT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

"Oh really?" Mary said as she sank her fingers down into her panties and began rubbing her clit. "Hmmmm, good. It's only gonna get worse."

"NO! PLEASE!" As the first turn of the crank came to a stop, making the stretching of his balls momentarily pause, he kept begging, "STOP THIS! PLEASE! MERCY!" Whilst the stretching had stopped increasing, he could still feel his balls stretched further away from his body then they should be.

Mary ignored his pleas. "Hey Caity. Measure him will you." But Caity wasn't listening. She too had her hand buried in her panties. Mary could see the telltale signs of masturbation from the obvious rapid movements of her fingers that were visible through her tight leggings as she kept switching her gaze from the man's slightly stretched balls to his terrified face. "Hello?" Mary shouted, "earth to Caity? I know this is fun but we still need to take measurements. We need to maintain some level of professionalism."

That snapped Caity out of her horny trance as she reluctantly took her fingers out of her panties. "Oh yeah. Sorry." She quicky took out the tape measure and went to measure his balls. Mary felt bad that she could still pleasure herself whilst Caity had to go without for a moment. So she also removed her hand from her panties with great reluctance. After all, it wouldn't be fair if she could get off whilst Caity couldn't.

"His right cord is stretched 4 inches and his left cord is stretched 5 inches. I guess that means each turn of the crank stretches his cords by 2 inches." Caity concluded.

"Awesome. Now let's get back to it," Mary was eager to continue with the experiment and give her pussy the attention it needed.

Mary began turning the crank again. "NO, NO, NO, NO, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT WAAAAAAIIIIITTT!" The man screamed at her in a futile attempt to appeal to her mercy. Unfortunately for him, mercy was something that Mary didn't have towards testicles as she and Caity both buried their free hands into their panties again. Mary continued with her rotation of the crank, pulling his testicles further from his body as he squealed "ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH STOP! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEAAAASSE!"

Mary didn't stop of course. Why would she? Why SHOULD she? She was enjoying this. She just kept turning that crank until she had turned it another full rotation, all the while rubbing her clit with her fingers. When the full rotation was done, Mary finally stopped so that Caity could make her measurments again. "As expected," Caity began, "righty is now stretched 6 inches and lefty is stretched 7 inches."

"Yes, yes, good, good. Now, let's get back to it," Mary responded, eager to stretch his balls even further. The scientific findings were the least of her concerns right now but she knew she had to make records of her findings so that the research facility maintained it's official reputation as a research lab and not just a place for women to torture and destroy testicles in creative ways.

"NO! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! I BEG YOU!" The man screamed. "NO MORE! NO MORE!"

His begging was driving both Mary and Caity wild. Their free hands rubbing faster and faster in their panties the more desperately he begged. "Hmm, fuck," Caity moaned. "You're right Mary. Leaving them ungagged is so much better. It's so fucking hot hearing them beg." She talked to Mary as if the man wasn't even there. Like he was nothing but an object for their own amusement and pleasure.

"I know right?" Mary said as she turned the crank again, stretching his balls even further as he screamed.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH! STOP! STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOP!"

"Oh, I am totally leaving my subjects ungagged from now on," Caity commented as she looked into the man's screaming face.

On and on it went. Mary would stretch his balls 2 inches with each turn of the crank and Caity would measure how far they had stretched between each turn, just to make sure it was an increase of 2 inches each time. Then, something happened...

After Caity had measured the stretch of his balls to be 12 inches for righty and 13 for lefty, Mary turned the crank again. By this point, his scrotum had been stretched thin and the ball harness was no longer positioned at the base of his scrotum due to how far his balls had been stretched. Instead, it was firmly in place directly above his testicles with the stretched scrotal skin above it. As his testicles were stretched even further from his body...

His scrotum gave way.

The scrotal skin at the base of his scrotum slowly ripped open as he squealed in intense pain. His eyes opened wider than ever at the incredibly intense pain no man ever expected to feel. Eventually, the last shred of scrotal skin attached to his body tore free but the skin didn't fall to the ground as expected. So firmly placed was the ball harness, that the tight scrotal skin below the harness stayed tight against his balls and the scrotal skin above it simply pealed back like an open banana skin and just loosely hung there as his testicular cords were exposed to the naked air.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He squealed in overwhelming agony at the mere feeling of the air on his exposed cords. A pain that nature had not anticipated any man would feel and so made no preparations for it. The cords were simply not designed by nature to be exposed and so the simple feeling of the air against them was too much to bear. Every nerve ending in his cords was being tortured constantly by the never ending assault of the open air. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He continued to scream in unbearable agony.

The sight had the opposite effect on Mary and Caity, however, as seeing his sack rip open to reveal the cords beneath sent them both straight into orgasm. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" They both moaned in orgasmic pleasure simultaneously.

When they both calmed down from their orgasms, Mary let go of the crank and took a breather. She was expecting to be able to hold off from cumming until the cords snapped but the scrotal skin ripping off was something she hadn't anticipated and she just couldn't help going over the edge as the sight was so damn hot. "Well, that was unexpected." Mary said through heavy breaths as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"I'm not complaining though," Caity responded in the same post orgasmic haze as Mary.

The man was continuing to let out a seemingly never ending wail of unbearable torment that the girls just absorbed like it was a pleasurable sound that could lull them to sleep. It was a pleasant backround noise for them as they experienced the afterglow of their orgasms.

After several minutes when they had finally recovered from their blissful pleasure, all the while the subject was clearly still in the utmost pain and screeching in agony, Caity spoke up, "I guess I better measure him. It will probably be easier to measure how much his cords have stretched without the skin in the way."

"You're probably right," said Mary.

Caity reached down and placed the tape against his cords, making him yelp and tremble at the light touch to his exposed cords. "14 inches for righty, 15 inches for lefty," Caity concluded.

Mary nodded and looked at the exposed cords and how the man twitched and trembled constantly from the pain. *This is MY work,* she thought to herself with a sense of pride. The cords were stretched tautly. They were as tight as guitar strings.

Mary couldn't resist. She sauntered over to the screeching man, reached out to his sensitive and exposed right cord and plucked it like one would a guitar string with her finger nail. The man's screeching intensified as his right cord vibrated intensely in response to Mary's cruel touching of the freshly exposed part of his genitalia. It was stretched so tight, it vibrated in the exact same way a guitar string would when plucked, creating a blur where his cord was that slowly died down until it was once again motionless. Mary giggled at the sight.

"Oh my God, that looks so fun," Caity beamed. "Lemme try." Caity then reached out and did the same to his left testicular cord. The pain was so intense that the man was unable to speak any words. No protests. No pleas for mercy. All he could do was scream. "Hahaha, look at the way it vibrates after I plucked it. So funny."

"I know right?" Mary agreed as she plucked his right cord again.

The girls took turns plucking his exposed cords like guitar strings for the next 5 minutes, filling the room with female laughter and a seemingly endless male scream, until the girls decided to finally return to the experiment.

When Mary returned to the crank she placed her free hand back into her panties. Caity did the same. The 2 girls had cum just over 5 minutes ago but seeing his exposed cords and having just played with them for 5 minutes, the girls were primed and ready for more pleasure. Inflicting such extreme ball pain turned Mary in particular into a hair trigger.

As the 2 girls began fingering themselves once again, stimulating their clits, Mary turned the crank and watched as his exposed cords stretch further. Seeing them stretch without the sack was way more exciting. The man's wails of agony began sounding more and more high pitched. Then, he went quiet as the girls heard a strange tearing sound. With the sack ripped open, they could now hear aswell as see the damage. His silence indicated to Mary that the tearing noise was caused by something so painful that he simply couldn't form any noise from his mouth. His entire being was focussed on the intense pain between his legs. *Pain I'm causing. Pain I'll never feel or understand,* Mary thought as she felt a tremble of pleasure that nearly made her cum again.

Then, as Mary finished the rotation of the crank, stretching the cords to a ridiculous length in front of him...

SNAP!
SNAP!

Both of his cords snapped, forever separating him from his sexual organs. He resumed his screaming as both of his balls flew into the air in different directions with high velocity. His left testicle flew right into Caity's face, his right flew directly into Mary's. As she felt his naked, exposed testicle slap against her face before falling to the ground, Mary rubbed her clit frantically and started yelling aloud in her hyper arousal, "OH, FUCK YEAH! FUCK! I JUST FUCKING RIPPED HIS BALLS OOOOOOOOFFFFF!" She came. Caity also came. The 2 girls were cumming in unison.

By the time they had calmed down from their orgasms, the man had ceased screaming and was instead breathing heavily and looking down at his testicles on the floor. He was on the verge of tears.

Mary noticed his look of pure sorrow and picked up both of his balls from the floor. She then walked up to him and held his naked and removed balls directly in front of his eyes in one hand. "Let me kiss your balls goodbye." She gave them a kiss, feeling the wet ball meat against her lips. "I bet you're going to miss them so much. You won't be able to get hard, jerk off, fuck, or cum ever again." The man was struggling to hold in tears. His eyes were fixated on his balls. Mary started rubbing her clit again with her other hand. She had only just cum but taunting him like this made her ready for another orgasm already. "You'll never cum again. But I will." She rubbed faster. "In fact, I think I'm gonna cum again right now. Oh, and I teased your cock before the experiment didn't I? But I didn't let you cum. You were so desperate for it but I denied you that pleasure. And now, I've denied you that pleasure for the rest of your life." The man was really struggling to hold back tears. Mary kept rubbing her clit frantically as she continued, "Oh fuck. I can feel my orgasm building up. That sweet pleasure is coming. You'll never feel it again though. Because I've taken your BALLS!" At that, she squeezed his squishy balls in front of his eyes.

POP!
POP!

The balls burst open. All the cum that had been building up inside them from the edging that Mary had given him, and Sally before her, burst out of the crushed orbs. Most of it sank down and soaked Mary's fingers and hand. Some of it shot into the man's eyes which was insult to injury. Seeing his balls burst in front of his eyes finally broke him. He broke down crying as Mary orgasmed again, watching him cry and grinding what was left of his balls into mush in her hand, all the internals of the testicle soaking her hand just as much as her pussy juices were soaking the other. *I need to try this with an attached pair of exposed balls some time.*

"Hello? Earth to Mary?" Caity yelled. She had seemingly been trying to talk to Mary for a few minutes now, but Mary was so engrossed in her pleasure and the newly made eunuch's torment that she had completely tuned out Caity.

"Sorry, Caity. What were you saying?" Mary said as she calmed down from her 3rd orgasm in the space of a few minutes.

"I said I guess that means the breaking point was 16 inches for righty and 17 inches for lefty."

"Oh. Yeah, yeah," Mary waved her hand in dismissal as Caity made the conclusive notes for her. Mary wasn't really concerned with the results of the experiment. She was only in it for the sexual thrill. "Anyway, we best call Nicole."

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"Is Beth not working today?" Mary asked as Nicole entered her lab.

"I'm afraid not dear," Nicole responded, "she's only a trainee. You know she doesn't work here everyday. Still, the last week has troubled her a lot. She's had to remove a lot of mushy balls thanks to you two girls." She gestured towards both Mary and Caity before continuing. "It's really bothering her. It really is peculiar. I've never known a woman to care so much about balls before."

"Yeah, she's weird," Caity agreed. "I don't understand what her deal is. They're only balls."

Nicole just shrugged as she turned her attention to the man sobbing in both pain and grief. He hadn't said a word since his cords had snapped. He was so consumed by his loss that he couldn't figure out what to say. It was as if his pain, both physical and emotional, was beyond words. "So, what have you girls done to this one then?" Nicole asked.

"Ripped them off," Mary grinned as she bit her finger mischievously.

"Very nice," Nicole responded in casual admiration of her work. "Well, I best get to cauterising those cords."

Nicole got to cauterising his cords with her electrocauteriser, which caused the man to resume screaming in agony. As she was doing this, Mary looked around the floor for the man's scrotal skin that has been ripped off him. When she found it, now free of the ball harness, she held it up triumphantly and stretched it between her hands.

Caity looked at Mary and said, "you gonna keep that?"

"Nope. I have other plans for it. You'll see."

Caity looked confused but intrigued at Mary's words.

Mary had spoken with Nicole before hand. She had asked Nicole if she could perform the surgeries on her subjects in her lab for something she had planned instead of taking them to the surgery room. Nicole had agreed. And so, now, Mary handed over the sack skin to Nicole and said, "stitch this back onto him would you?"

"Of course, Mary," Nicole did as requested.

"Why do you want his scrotum stitched back on?" Caity asked, confused.

"You'll see," Mary said mysteriously.

The man whimpered and cried throughout Nicole's work as she made a thread of stitches in a circle around the entire area where his scrotal skin had ripped off, reattaching the scrotal skin that had been torn off moments before. He couldn't feel anything in the skin that had been ripped off of course, but the small amount of skin that still remained caused him a great deal of pain throughout the procedure. As this was happening, Mary walked to the wall and opened up a secret compartment in it that she had set up. Inside was a brazier and what looked like a cattle brander. As Nicole finished her work on the man's scrotum, Mary removed the red hot brander from the brazier and walked towards the man menacingly with it. She was looking forward to this. The brander had been modified into a particular shape that Mary had designed herself, but the others in the room were unable to make out what it was.

Mary walked up to the man's frightened and grief stricken eyes. "I'm gonna leave one last mark on you, boy. It's one thing to look in the mirror at your empty ball sack and mourn the loss of your balls, but I want you to look at it and think of ME! I'm about to leave my own artistic signature on you. Your empty sack will be forever marked as MY work!"

Then, she pushed the red hot iron brander onto his scrotum that had been stitched back on. He screamed. Although he couldn't feel anything in the scrotal skin itself anymore, he could still feel the unbearable heat sink through the skin and further torment what remained of his tortured cords beneath. When Mary pulled the brander away from his scrotum, she looked at his empty sack with pride at her mark. Burned forever into his scrotal skin were the letters TTD.

"TTD?" Both Caity and Nicole asked in unison.

"Yep," Mary was beaming with joy. "That's my signature mark. Every man who enters my lab is going to leave WITHOUT his balls, and WITH my artistic signature."

"But what does TTD stand for?" Caity asked.

Mary turned to her and answered gleefully, jumping up and down in excitement as if she was a cheerleader...

"TOTAL TESTICULAR DESTRUCTION!"

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Hours later, after repeating the experiment on several other men, ripping their balls off and branding their empty sacks with Mary's TTD artistic signature, Mary and Caity left the lab and went back to Mary's place for what had become a regular thing for them. Passionate post castration sex. The thrill of destroying testicles always put them in the mood to fuck like rabbits.

But this time, Mary wanted to try something different. As they entered the door and Caity reached to give Mary a kiss on the mouth, Mary stopped her. "Wait. I was thinking... maybe we could spice things up a little bit tonight."

Caity smiled flirtatiously, "what have you got in mind?"

Mary was unsure how Caity would respond but she decided to get right to the point. "How would you feel about... using a eunuch?"

"Using a eunuch?" Caity raised her eyebrow quizzically.

"Yes. The first guy who's balls I saw Lucy pop. Harry. I emotionally manipulated him into giving me his number. I thought it would be pretty hot to have him pleasure me since... well... HE can't feel pleasure anymore. It was before I met you though, literally just before, so I never called or text him after that. But I was thinking that it would be fun for us to use him together. If you're open to it."

"Girl, that sounds fucking AWESOME! Making him pleasure us whilst he'll never feel sexual pleasure again! FUCK YES! I am LOVING how cruel you are Mary! Text him now!"

Happy that Caity was on board with the idea, Mary took out her phone and sent a text to Harry.

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**Harry**

Harry was desperately pulling on his permanently flaccid cock. *That bitch surgeon Nicole said it was still possible to get hard again. Very unlikely. But possible.* Even though the chances of him finally getting an erection again and being able to masturbate and orgasm were less than 1%, it didn't stop him trying every night since his castration 2 weeks ago. He was so desperate to feel the blissful feeling of orgasm again.

But, after an hour of trying, he gave up again for the night and started sobbing. He thought back to the day he lost his balls. A researcher called Lucy had popped his balls "for science" in front of her assistant Mary. The surgeon Nicole had said she'd be able to repair them but then, en route to the surgery room, she just stood and watched as another researcher, Caity, had painfully finished off his balls; sinking her fingers deep into the ruptures and completely ruining his balls beyond repair. That was the most extreme and agonising pain he had ever felt and it sealed his ball's fate. And yet, it was as if she just did it for casual fun. Just for a laugh. Nicole had no choice but to remove what remained of his balls after that. Harry sobbed as he thought about how what was just casual fun for Caity had ruined his life.

Then, the day after, Mary had come to see him in the recovery ward and rode his flaccid cock to several orgasms on top of him, literally rubbing in the fact that she could cum whenever she wanted, but he never could again. Then she emotionally persuaded him to give her his number.

He remembered what Mary had said to him. *Option 1: you live the rest of your life as a lonely eunuch who not only can't please himself, but can't please any woman either because no woman will give you a chance. Option 2: you please me. You may not be able to feel any pleasure yourself, but you can pleasure me. Surely, that's better than being lonely right?... I'm the only woman that will ever give you any kind of attention now. So you'll just have to accept that and obey me.*

She hadn't called though. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing as his sobbing fit came to an end. He had cried so much since he lost his balls it was getting exhausting.

Then, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw he had a text from an unknown number. He opened and read it:

*This is Mary. You remember me. Your services are required, Eunuch.*

Reading the word eunuch stung. Especially since it was used to address him instead of his name. Mary sent another text telling him her address, followed by: *Be here in an hour. I'm horny. I want some orgasms and I want you to give them to me, Eunuch.*

Her wording was cruel. She was taunting him about his loss with her own capacity for pleasure but Harry figured that, even if she was a cruel, evil bitch, spending the night pleasuring her would be better than yet another night of failing to pleasure himself. So he got dressed, left his place and made his way to Mary's place, unsure whether a night with Mary would be somewhat enjoyable or just further add to his torment.

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**Jim**

Jim had given up tugging on his flaccid cock and just sat down staring at his phone. Contemplating whether or not he should text Beth.

He shuddered as he thought back to the day of his castration 2 weeks ago. Those so called scientists Mary and Lucy had brutally crushed his balls flat and ruptured them. Then, the surgeon Beth had tried to save his balls, but failed and accidently cut them off instead. He wanted to hate her but she was the only woman to show him kindness since his castration, which he knew was ironic considering it was her who was the one to actually castrate him. All the women in the recovery ward were cruel and callous, especially Sally and Cindy who teased him about his lack of balls and how he'll never orgasm again. He had called his mum and sister to tell them about his loss, without giving away the details for fear that Nicole would track him down and cut off his penis, ruining any chance of finally being able to orgasm again, but his sister and mother just laughed at him. They found his misfortune hilarious. But Beth... *When she dropped me off home, she said I could call or text her if I needed to talk. If I needed support.*

And Jim did need support. *She said she'd like to help me get over the loss of my balls after she couldn't help her brother with the same thing.* Jim desperately needed help with coming to terms with his loss and he knew Beth was kind. So, with a deep breath, he sent her a text.

▪︎▪︎▪︎ *CONTINUED IN COMMENTS. Couldn't fit the whole chapter into a single post so the rest of the story is in my comment below.*