Testicle Research Part 32: Beth's Dilemma

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**Mary**

As Mary was waiting for Beth to arrive, she decided to relax. She kicked off her shoes, sat back in her chair and put her bare feet up on the closest table which just so happened to be the table beside Josh's exposed right testicle.

Getting bored waiting, she started swaying her foot and accidentally made contact with his remaining exposed ball.

Josh let out a guttural whimper of pain at the light touch.

Seeing his pain filled reaction, Mary smirked and continued tapping her big toe against it to watch it swing.

He let out more and more whimpers with each tap. "Pl...please st... stop..."

Seeing the anguish in his face she taunted him, "Don't be such a baby, it can't be as bad as the fan constantly blowing air on it? Or the fan shredding it to pieces like I did to the other one."

"Please stop," he sobbed, "there's a constant lingering stinging pain with each tap."

Mary pondered, "hmm, my feet do get rather damp in these shoes. The stinging must be a result of my salty sweaty feet making contact with your exposed ball. Kind of like I'm putting salt in the wound," she chuckled as she kept tapping it.

Josh just kept begging, "please stop tapping my ball, I can't take it."

Mary "well... if you insist, but I think you're going to like this even less."

She then stopped tapping his ball and instead rammed her big toe inside his open sack and started rooting around inside it, making contact with the exposed nerve endings and what was left of his severed left cord, also causing his hanging ball to rub up against her foot's sweaty sole.

"STOP! STOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEE!"

"Oh shush boy. I'm only entertaining myself a little as we wait for Beth. I get bored easily and testicles are my favourite toys to play with. They provide me with endless entertainment."

And so, Mary kept pushing her toe around the inside of his cut open sack as she waited for Beth, causing yet further agony to his already severely tortured genitals. *No better way to pass the time than inflicting testicular pain,* Mary thought with a smile.

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**Beth**

Beth made her way to Mary's lab. She was so nervous.

Of all the researchers at the testicular research facility, Mary was by far the most destructive. Beth hated it when she had to treat her subjects. So far, Mary had never left a man with balls that could be saved. Beth always had no choice but to remove what was left of them, if anything remained at all. It never ceased to effect her. They always begged her to try and do SOMETHING to save their balls. No matter how much she explained to them that it was impossible they never seemed to accept it. Then, after she had removed their testicular remains, they always broke down crying over the loss of their balls. She hated that part the most. *Why can't they at least wait until they're out of my sight before they cry? They never consider MY feelings,* Beth thought to herself.

Their tears always made her think of her brother who never got over the loss of his balls after her prank with the paintball gun that she had regretted ever since. *It's my fault my brother's a eunuch. It was only meant to be a harmless prank. How was I supposed to know that he'd become a eunuch from a shot to the balls with a paintball gun at point blank range?*

She snapped herself out of her spiraling thoughts. *Don't think about that Beth. It wasn't intentional. Remember what Jim said. I don't need to feel guilty. My brother may never get over the loss of his balls, but I can. I need to prioritise my own mental wellbeing. That's what's important.* That was the reason why she wanted to become an expert testicular surgeon in the first place. To get rid of the guilt she felt for being responsible for her brother's castration. To get over the loss of her brother's balls. *He'll never forgive me, but I can forgive myself.*

Mary had got in the way of that though. When Beth first started working as a trainee surgeon at the testicular research facility, after a few mistakes early on that cost some men their balls, including Jim's, she had made a good track record of saving every pair of balls that was put under her care.

But that was when she was exclusively treating men from Jill and Lucy's labs. Now, she was assigned to treat the subjects from Caity and Mary's labs too, and those two castrating devils never left the testicles of their subjects in a repairable state. The balls from Caity's lab were always complete mush and the ones from Mary's lab were always in even worse condition. It deeply saddened Beth that so many men lost their balls at the hands of Mary and Caity. *And me. I have to remove what's left. I'm responsible too.* She shook her head again. *No. I'm better than them. I don't need to feel guilty.*

She stopped for a moment when she reached the door to Mary's lab and took a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever sadistic form of testicular destruction Mary had indulged in today.

Beth remembered the threat Mary had made to her several weeks ago. That if she didn't remove the balls of every subject she had to treat from Mary's lab, she would tell Lucy that she was ruining the fun working environment for the girls at the facility. Beth knew how much Lucy cared about the fun working environment. She knew that Lucy would fire her if she found out she was trying to ruin the girl's enjoyment of the job. An enjoyment that Beth strongly disagreed with. *How can these evil bitches have FUN destroying balls and ending men's sex lives. It's so MEAN!*

Beth couldn't imagine how bad it would be to not be able to cum ever again. Cumming was something she couldn't bear to live without. She cummed several times a night with the help of her new eunuch boyfriend Jim who not only lacked any balls but also his cock after Beth had accidently broken it and had to cut it off a week ago. Sometimes, as he was bringing her to orgasm with his fingers or his mouth, she would look into his eyes and see a sadness in them. A longing for the pleasure he'd never get to experience again. A never ending hunger to experience the bliss of orgasms again. Thankfully for Beth, the earth shattering pleasure of her own orgasms distracted her from her guilt in those moments as she looked into his eyes. She always reflected on his suffering afterwards though. Still, she was grateful for Jim still pleasuring her despite his inability to feel the same pleasure. Beth needed several orgasms a night to relieve the stress of working at the testicular research facility and Jim was being so supportive of her needs.

Beth was also grateful that she hadn't needed to remove any balls that could be saved in Mary's lab yet, but she dreaded to think of the day that Mary asked her too. She had thought long and hard about what she should do in that situation. On the one hand, if she removed a guy's balls when it wasn't medically necessary she would end his sex life forever, robbing him of sexual pleasure for the rest of his life. On the other hand, if she decided not to remove them, she would get fired, meaning she would never achieve her dream of becoming an expert testicular surgeon. There was no better place to practise the art of testicular surgery than the testicular research facility due to the constant opportunity to practise. There was no hospital in the world with so many testicular injuries on such a frequent basis. Beth NEEDED to work here. It was the best chance she had of achieving her dream of saving men's balls.

But would she castrate a man when she didn't need to for the sake of achieving her dream? Beth didn't know. She hoped she'd never have to make that choice but she knew that sooner or later, Mary would force that decision upon her.

Beth took one last deep breath and walked into Mary's lab to find a man whimpering and crying in agony with Mary sitting in a chair next to him and sticking her bare toes into his cut open scrotum. Beth could see that his right testicle was hanging exposed outside of the sack with the sole of Mary's foot rubbing against it. Beth couldn't see any sign of his left testicle. With a brief glance at the fan placed on the table in front of his groin with it's protective cage removed, Beth figured out what had happened to his left testicle immediately. *She shredded his ball with the fan. The poor guy.*

Appalled at what she was witnessing, Beth shouted at Mary. "What are you doing? Do you know how unsanitary it is to put your dirty toes inside someone's wound? Not to mention how painful it must be!"

"So what? It's only his balls. Well... ball, haha!" Mary laughed.

"That's not funny. And balls are important."

"Not to me they're not. Well... ok. I guess they're important in the sense that they're fun to destroy."

"Well they're important to the men they're attached to!" Beth argued back.

"Oh, I know. That's why I enjoy destroying them," Mary responded with an evil grin.

"I just don't understand you Mary," Beth said as the man continued to cry in pain. "You're evil."

"And proud!" Mary laughed before specifying, "I'm only evil when it comes to testicles though. Anyway," she removed her foot from the man's scrotum, put her shoes on and stood up, "you best get to work cauterizing his left testicular cord. Then we need to talk."

Beth didn't like the sound of that. She was afraid of what Mary wanted to talk to her about. Nevertheless, she rushed towards the man's groin and cauterized what was remaining of his left testicular cord way up in the scrotum. *She must have shredded the rest of the cord with the fan too.*

She tried her best to ignore his sobs of pain as she did her work. It hurt her so much.

When she was done, she stood back up and said, "I'll take him to the surgery room now." Beth knew Mary would want her to remove his last ball. She was hoping to take him back to the surgery room and save it by placing it back in his scrotum and just lie to Mary later by saying she cut it off. She would have no such luck though.

"Not so fast," Mary said firmly. "You remember our deal."

Beth turned to look her in the eye. "Mary. Please. Don't."

Mary smiled. "You two haven't been properly introduced yet. Beth, this is Josh. Josh, this is Beth."

Beth turned and looked at him. He looked back at her and said feebly, "please Beth. Help me."

Beth didn't respond. Instead, Mary spoke up. "See his exposed testicle?"

"Of course I do."

Mary put her hands on Beth's shoulders from behind and whispered into her ear. "You're so uptight Beth. I wanna help you loosen up a little. Flick it."

"Wh... what?"

"Flick his ball. Just one little flick. It won't hurt you."

"It will hurt HIM! Especially with it exposed outside of the sack like that. No. I can't do it Mary."

"Sure you can. Here. Watch." Mary let go of her and reached her hand forward towards his last testicle.

FLICK

The man trembled and whimpered in agony as his testicle swung backwards slightly from the flick. "See! Easy! Now you try," Mary said in a friendly, encouraging manner.

"No," Josh whined, "please don't. No more. I can't take anymore."

"Mary I can't," Beth implored. "It's horrible. I don't want to hurt him like that. Just look at how painful it is for him."

"Oh this is nothing," Mary said dismissively with a wave of her hand. "You should have seen him a moment ago when I was shredding his other testicle to pieces with the fan. Trust me, a flick is nowhere near as painful as that. C'mon it's just a flick. Just one second and it's over."

"Over for ME!" Beth retorted. "Testicle pain isn't over in an instant. It stays with them for a long time. Even something as gentle as a flick. Isn't that right Josh?"

"Yeeessss," he whimpered, still feeling the pain from Mary's flick.

"That's what makes it so fun," said Mary. "C'mon Beth. Just give it a try. Haven't you ever hit a guy in the balls before?"

"I used to all the time. As a prank. I thought it was funny. Until..."

"Until what?"

Beth shook her head. What she did to her brother was too painful to think about. "Nothing. Look, please Mary I don't wanna do it."

Mary sighed. "Well I tried to be friendly about it. I could always tell Lucy that you're seriously ruining the positive vibes here, bringing everyone down with your sympathy for testicles. She'll probably fire you if I told her that."

"NO!" Beth snapped. "Please don't do that. I NEED to work here!"

"Then give his nut a flick." Mary demanded.

Beth looked at Josh. "I'm so sorry." She reached down to his exposed testicle.

"No, no, no, wait Beth PLEA-"

FLICK

"HHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGG!" He groaned in pain as Beth flicked his nut.

Beth instantly felt guilty as she saw his pained reaction. She wanted to distract herself from the guilt so she tried to move on immediately. "There I've done it. Now let me take him to surgery."

"Nuh-uh, not yet," Mary said firmly. "You're not done here." Then she grabbed his testicle and twisted it around 180 degrees so that the back of the testicle was facing them. Josh shrieked at both the pain of her fingers touching his exposed organ and the twist.

"Careful," Beth protested. "You might give him testicular torsion."

"Relax it's only half a twist," said Mary, still keeping a firm grip of his testicle. "Now, flick the back of his ball."

"Mary, no! That's the epididymis. The most sensitive part of a man's testicle."

"I know," said Mary as she casually flicked the back of his testicle with her finger, making him shriek in pain. "Now your turn. Or I'll tell on you to Lucy."

"Argh. Fine." Beth wanted to get this over with quickly. She flicked the epididymis, making him shriek again. "There I've done it. Now will you please let me take him to surgery."

"Not yet," Mary smiled as she let go of the testicle, letting it untwist back into it's natural position. "Just one more thing. Then you can go."

Her words sent an ominous shiver down Beth's spine.

"There's something you should know about Josh."

"What?" Beth asked, nervous.

Josh just looked at them both with a look of fear, pain and desperation in his eyes.

"Josh here is a virgin," Mary said with a smirk. "Isn't that right Joshy boy?"

Josh nodded, with a tear in his eye.

"And not just that," Mary continued. "His girlfriend promised him that he will finally lose his virginity tomorrow. Although, I doubt that's possible now considering what I've done to him. Still, if you place his ball back into his scrotum I'm sure he'll be losing his virginity to his girlfriend as soon as he's fully recovered. I bet he'd appreciate that." She turned to face him. "Wouldn't you, Josh?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

Mary grinned with glee. "It sure would be a shame if you were to lose your last ball, huh?"

"Yes," he sobbed.

Then Mary turned to Beth and walked up close to her. "Mary, please," Beth begged, "don't make me do this."

Mary took her scalpel out of her pocket and handed it to Beth. "Cut it off!" She ordered.

Josh broke into a panic and looked at Beth. "NO! PLEASE BETH! DON'T DO IT!"

Beth was shaking. "Mary I can't. The poor boy is a virgin. And so close to losing it. It would be cruel."

"It would also be seriously hot. Besides, if you don't do it I'll talk to Lucy and get you fired. What's more important to you? Your job or this guy's last testicle?"

"Mary, that's not fair. My job is to save testicles. I value both the same. You..." she trembled, "you can't expect me to do this. Please, I beg you! I want to be an expert testicular surgeon. I NEED to work here!"

"If you need to work here then your best choice is to cut his ball off."

"PLEASE, PLEEEAAAASSSSEEE DON'T!" Josh continued to beg.

"If I don't you"ll... you'll just cut it off anyway," said Beth. "Or pop it or something. I know you, Mary. You never let men leave your lab with their balls intact. So it's not like my choice matters anyway."

"Hmmmm," Mary pondered before saying, "ok fair enough. I can understand why you think that. Here's the deal now though. I absolutely promise that I WILL NOT castrate this guy if you choose not to do so. If I did, it would hinder your choice and I don't want to do that. I wouldn't truly be testing you if I were to cut his ball off anyway. I'm leaving the fate of his manhood entirely in your hands. If you decide to spare his ball then I'll let you take him to surgery to get him fixed up immediately. I can always indulge in my castration addiction with my next subject. I also promise that I WILL NOT pay him a visit in the recovery ward to finish him off. I'll leave him be. There are plenty more balls for me to have fun with in there."

Beth's eyes widened. "What... what do you mean? Mary have you been... have you been popping balls in the recovery ward?"

Mary smirked. "Occasionally. Sometimes on my own. Other times with Caity."

"Mary that's so cruel. The men who are in the recovery ward with their balls still intact must be so relieved that their balls weren't destroyed in whatever experiment they were involved with and yet you... you go and pop their balls anyway! That's so cruel Mary. And... no..." Beth thought of all the men's balls she had saved over the last few weeks who ended up in the recovery ward. Mary and Caity must have popped at least some of the balls she had saved in there. "Mary... have you popped the balls of my patients?"

Mary shrugged. "Probably some of them. They don't exactly note down who operated on them on their charts but it's safe to assume that I've popped at least SOME balls that you've saved."

Beth felt crushed. Saving men's balls was what she took pride in. Mary and Caity were undoing her work. "MARY, HOW COULD YOU? I PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO SAVING THEIR BALLS. POPPING THEM IS SO INCONSIDERATE!"

"Oh relax," Mary waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing unusual. Quite a lot of the nurses do it too."

"THEY DO?" Beth gasped in shock.

"Yep. I'm friends with a lot of the nurses in there. Quite a few of them pop balls in the recovery ward for a bit of fun. I guess it's a way to lighten up their otherwise boring shifts. Nothing like a good ball pop to add some excitement to a girl's day."

"That's... that's HORRIBLE!"

"Meh. You know the saying. Girls will be girls. Anyway, taking this into account, if you choose to spare Josh's nut then I'll make sure the nurses leave him alone and let him recover. Still, popping balls is just something that happens around here. Why can't you just accept that?"

"BECAUSE IT'S CRUEL!" Beth shouted.

"Popping balls is FUN Beth. In fact," Mary took the scalpel out of Beth's hand, "cutting it off is boring. I want you to pop it and turn it to mush instead. I'm sure that once you feel it burst between your fingers you'll understand what all the fuss is about. Go on. Give it a try."

"NOOOOO, PLEASE DON'T POP MY LAST BALL! PLEASE!" Josh pleaded.

"Mary please," Beth also begged, "I can't do this."

Mary softened her tone. "Here, let me help you." She took hold of Beth's hand and placed it onto Josh's naked ball. He whined and whimpered in pain at the touch of her fingers on the exposed nerve endings of his testicle. Beth winced in sympathy, despite having no understanding of the kind of pain he was feeling. "Now," Mary continued as she manipulated Beth's hand so that her thumb and forefinger were placed on either side of his nut, "it doesn't take that much to pop a nut. They're weak organs. Just squeeze your thumb and forefinger together through his nut and eventually it will rupture. When it ruptures you'll feel your fingers burst through the testicular wall and sink inside it. You'll also hear the distinctive popping sound. Honestly, that sound is always a delight to hear. As is the feeling of it popping between your fingers. It's an orgasmic feeling. Well, for us girls anyway. For the guys I'm sure the feeling is quite unpleasant, haha. But who cares about that?"

"I care!" Beth insisted.

"Well... you're strange," Mary said as she let go, leaving Beth's hand on his ball. Beth kept her hand as Mary had positioned it. Her thumb and forefinger on each side. She didn't squeeze though. She didn't want to pop it. Instead she just felt it. It felt wet and squishy.

"Beth..." Josh whimpered, addressing her directly, "please don't pop my ball. It... it would ruin my life..."

His words made her think of her brother. How his life was ruined by his testicular loss. How he shunned her, never forgiving her for what she had done to him. It saddened her... but also made her slightly angry. *How dare he remind me of such painful memories.* She took a deep breath. *No, that's not fair. It's not his fault. He doesn't know.*

"Go on, Beth," Mary encouraged her. "Squeeze it. Pop it."

"PLEASE, DON'T!" Josh yelled.

"I don't want to do this Mary," Beth pleaded, still keeping her fingers on his ball.

"Beth," Mary spoke firmly, "it's either his ball or your career. Which is more important to you?"

Beth was conflicted. She didn't want to pop his last ball and turn it to mush, rendering him a eunuch. Forever doomed to not have a sex life before he even got to have one. He'd never get to orgasm again. She'd be depriving him of one of life's greatest pleasures. On the other hand, if she didn't pop his ball, she'd lose her job at the facility and never become the expert testicular surgeon she wanted to be. *As an expert testicular surgeon, I'd be able to save countless balls. If I made this guy a eunuch, at least I'll go on to save many more men from the same fate. If I don't pop his ball, who knows how many men will become eunuchs in the future if I'm not there to save their balls. Popping this guy's last ball would be for the greater good, right? Right? But it would still ruin his life.* Beth's thoughts spiralled as she tried to rationalise both options. She had no idea what the right thing to do was. She didn't want to castrate him, but she didn't want to lose her job either. "I... I just need a minute to think," she said feebly.

"Beth," Josh broke down into tears, "please don't pop it. I... I don't want to be a virgin forever. I've waited so long and I'm finally going to lose it to my girlfriend. She's... she's made me wait for 6 months to make sure I'm dedicated to her. And I've proven myself. I've been patient and did all she wanted. Not just for the sake of having sex but because I care for her and respect her. I'm going to finally have sex. Please don't make it so I can't. I've been good. I don't deserve to be castrated."

Beth couldn't look at his face as she listened to him. It hurt her so much knowing in detail what she would be taking away from him if she decided to pop his ball. "Be quiet. I said I need a minute to think this through."

Mary remained silent. Josh couldn't shut up though. How could he? His last testicle was at stake. "BETH PLEASE JUST SPARE MY BALL! I DON'T WANT TO BE A EUNUCH! PLEASE!"

"I SAID SHUT UP! DON'T MAKE THIS ANYMORE DIFFICULT FOR ME THAN IT ALREADY IS!" Beth snapped at him. She hated it when her patients begged her to spare their balls when they were irrepairable. Josh was acting just like them. As she thought about what to do she was considering things from his perspective but it didn't seem to Beth that he was thinking about this from HER perspective. *Why can't he understand how difficult this is for me?*

Josh was panicking, terrified of being made a eunuch. "DON'T POP MY BALL! I NEED IT!"

"I'm thinking!"

"PLEASE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW BAD IT WILL BE FOR ME TO BE MADE A EUNUCH!"

"How bad it will be for YOU?!" Beth snapped as she started unconsciously squeezing his ball between her thumb and forefinger. "What about how hard it will be for ME? HUH? How hard it IS for me?"

"UUUURRRRRGGHHHH! Please... stop..."

"SHUT UP!" Beth yelled as she pushed her finger and thumb deeper into his nutmeat. "YOU MEN ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU NEVER STOP TO THINK ABOUT ME! ALL YOU THINK ABOUT IS YOUR PRECIOUS BALLS! YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO REMOVE THEM! HOW GUILTY I FEEL EVERY SINGLE DAY ABOUT REMOVING THEM! IF YOU DID CARE ABOUT HOW YOUR BALL LOSS EFFECTED ME, THEN YOU'D AT LEAST STAY QUIET ABOUT YOUR LOSS UNTIL YOU'RE OUT OF MY SIGHT! BUT YOU NEVER DO! YOU MEN ALWAYS CRY AND SOB RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A MONSTER. IT'S CRUEL OF YOU! IT'S SELFISH OF YOU!"

Her thumb and forefinger sunk deeper and deeper into his nutmeat from each side as she vented her frustrations she had towards her former patients, that were now eunuchs, on him. Her fingers were almost touching. "IIIIIIEEEEEEEEE, PLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU MEN JUST SHUT UP AND MAKE THIS JOB EASIER FOR ME?" She ranted as her fingers touched each other through the middle of his ball, pushing the outer wall on each side of his nut inwards in a way they were never meant to be.

"HHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!" Josh wailed as he felt his testicular wall quiver until...

POP

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" He screamed as he felt his ball burst.

Beth felt it between her fingers. The sudden sensation of the testicular internals coating her fingers and the loud sound of the pop snapped her back to reality. She quickly let go of his nut in shock.

"Mmmmmmmm," Mary moaned from behind her. Beth looked at her and saw that her hand was buried in her panties and she was cumming. It was clear to her that Mary had been masturbating the whole time she had hold of his nut.

Beth turned back to look at Josh. *What have I done?* "I'm... I'm sorry, I..." she tried to apologise to him through his screams. "I don't know what got into me. I just lost control of myself for a moment. This... this job is so stressful. Look I'll... I'll take you to surgery and fix your ball. Ok?"

"Oh no you don't," Mary finally spoke up again. "That pop was awesome. Don't ruin it by fixing it. Grab what's left of it and turn it to mush."

"Mary, no!"

"DO IT! Or I'll tell Lucy you're ruining my research."

Beth felt she had no choice. She didn't want to lose her job. She didn't want to give up on her dream. Besides, she had already popped it. *It's just 1 ball among billions. I'll get to save a lot more in the future.* She tried to rationalise her capitulation to Mary's demands. *I don't need to feel guilty.*

Beth gripped the remnants of his ball as he frantically twitched in agony and kept begging, "AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH, PLEASE DON'T! SAVE MY BALL! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO BE A VIRGIN FOREVER! PLEEEEAAAAASSSEEEE!"

Beth closed her eyes and turned her head away from him, trying her best to distance herself from the cruel thing she was about to do to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Then, she squeezed her hand into a fist, crushing what was left of his ball into mush. Her hands dampened as more of the semen stored inside the testicle coated her hand. His ball turned to mush as she kept squeezing. His screaming got louder and louder until his voice wore out and all he could do was let out guttural groans and whimpers. After a solid minute of squeezing and rubbing her fingers around his ruined testicle, she let go. There was nothing left of his testicle aside from the small part of it that was attached to his cord. The rest had been turned to mush. Some of it was splattered on the floor beneath him but most of the mushy remains were on her hand. She opened her palm and looked down at it to see lumps and chunks of the testicular wall and a copious amount of sperm covering her hand. *I had to do it,* she tried to reassure herself. *I need to keep my job.*

Josh sobbed through the pain. "Noooooo..." he murmured feebly. "My balls. They're gone. I was... I was finally going to lose my virginity. I never will now."

Beth tried her best not to listen as the guilt was too much to handle. She couldn't deny that she was somewhat angry at him though. *He's just like the rest. Crying about his loss in front of me. He's selfish and only thinks about himself just like every other fresh eunuch. Except Jim. Jim's the only eunuch who's ever actually cared about MY feelings.*

"Well done Beth," Mary congratulated her through post orgasmic breaths. It was clear to Beth that Mary had orgasmed again as she watched her turn Josh's ball to mush. "I'm proud of you. So.. how did it feel for you? Do you see what all the hype about popping balls is now?"

"No," Beth answered. "It's horrible."

"Really? C'mon. Didn't you enjoy the act of ending his sex life forever? Before it even began in his case."

"No!"

"Did you at least enjoy the physical feeling of it? Feeling it turn to mush in your hand?"

"No! It's gross and horrible. My hand is sticky with cum." Beth had always found cum to be kinda gross. As bad as she felt for Jim, she was glad she didn't have to deal with it in her relationship with him. She supposed that dating a eunuch had its perks.

"You don't even enjoy that? You're a strange girl Beth. Well, you've passed my test. I can see you're pretty shaken up. You can go and get Nicole to finish up here if you want. Besides, I need to brand this guy with my mark before I let him go."

Beth couldn't move. She was still processing the shock of what she had just done. She had popped a virgin's last ball as she let out all her frustrations of working at the facility. Then, she had turned it to mush to make sure he'd be a eunuch, just so she could keep her job. Part of her was happy she was still secure in her job but another part of her hated herself for what she had done. She had doomed poor Josh to a life without sexual pleasure for the sake of her own career.

As Beth reflected on what she had done, Mary walked up to Josh and flicked the very last remnant of his right testicle that was attached to his cord. As he yelped and whimpered in pain, Mary taunted him. "Well, looks like you aren't going to leave here with at least 1 ball intact. You're a eunuch now. You won't be losing your virginity to your girlfriend. Not tomorrow. Not ever." She smirked.

"It's..." he sobbed, "it's not fair."

Mary chuckled and then leaned in close to his face. "I have a girlfriend too you know. Do you know what we're going to do together tonight?"

"What?" He sniffled.

"Have sex," Mary said with a smug smile.

He just broke down into more sobs at her taunting.

"Yep," Mary continued. "My sex life is, and will continue to be, fantastic. Me and my girlfriend have sex every night and we're gonna keep having sex every night. All whilst YOU can't. You'll be stuck with a flaccid penis forever. So just think. Every night while you're laying in bed, mourning the loss of your balls and suffering with the inability to feel any sexual pleasure at all, me and my girlfriend will be having blissful sex. Sex is AMAZING Josh. You really are missing out."

"Nooooooo..." he whimpered.

Beth couldn't handle this anymore. She needed some space. She needed support. She needed Jim.

Beth left the room, leaving Mary to taunt the fresh eunuch. The eunuch SHE had made.

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Beth didn't need to knock as she arrived at Jim's place. She had her own key for Jim's flat now. Over the last week, Beth had been in a peculiar relationship with Jim. It was strange enough to be dating a eunuch but it was even stranger than that. It was HER who had accidently removed his balls when she was trying to save them and then, after successfully trying to make him get an erection again, she had accidently broken it before he got to orgasm again, leaving her no choice but to cut it off.

Despite not having a penis or any testicles because of her, Jim still stayed with her. Beth was so thankful for that. Having a eunuch for a boyfriend who didn't hate her or shun her in the same way her brother did made her feel so much better about herself.

Not only did he stay with her but he also didn't refuse to pleasure her with his fingers and his mouth whenever she wanted, which was every night, despite clearly suffering the mental torment of never being able to orgasm himself ever again. He was so selfless. He may be a dickless eunuch, but Beth considered him the perfect man.

When Beth entered his flat, she found him on the sofa looking as dejected as always since he lost his penis. He looked up at her and Beth could see the familiar sadness in his eyes. His ever present longing for sexual pleasure that he'd never feel again.

Beth didn't want to think about it. In fact, she rarely did. She had first given him her number with the promise that she'd support him through the life changing loss of his balls but whenever he tried to talk about it with her she just couldn't bear it. It was too painful for her to hear, so she just shut him down and told him that she'd help him when she felt ready.

She certainly wasn't ready today. Not after the traumatic day she had. *I popped a virgin's last testicle in my hand.* She felt tears building up but managed to keep them down.

Jim noticed. "What's wrong Beth? What's happened?"

"Oh Jim," she jumped down onto the sofa, reached her arms around him and sunk her head into his chest. "I've had the worst day. You remember Mary right?"

Beth felt Jim's body tremble at the mere mention of her name. "Yeah... I remember her. She crushed and ruptured my balls. Then... then she sunk her fingers into them..."

"Well," Beth cut him off, "that bitch made me castrate a virgin today."

"A... a virgin..."

"Yes. A virgin. Just like you Jim. Just like you, he'll never feel the amazing pleasure of sex. And it's ALL MY FAULT!"

Jim whimpered at the mention of what he'd miss out on forever, but steeled himself and comforted Beth instead. "That's not true Beth. It's not all your fault. You said she made you, right?"

"Yeah..."

"How?"

"Well, you remember Lucy?"

He trembled again. "Yes. It was her experiment that Mary crushed my balls in."

"Well, Lucy's the boss of the facility and she cares a lot about there being a fun working environment for the girls, and in a workplace full of girls enthusiastic about experimenting on testicles, I'm sure you can imagine what that means. Especially Mary. She is an absolute devil."

"I... I know," Jim trembled, seemingly feeling phantom pains in his now non-existent nuts as he remembered Mary's cruel fingers sinking into his flattened and ruptured balls.

"Anyway, I can be quite vocal with the other girls about how much I disagree with the research that goes on there, and today Mary said that if I didn't pop this virgin's last ball, she would tell Lucy that I've been ruining the fun working environment and get me fired. I can't lose this job, Jim. I wanna become an expert testicular surgeon and this facility is the best place to learn how to become one with such frequent nut injuries. So... I did what she told me to. I turned his last ball to mush. I had no choice Jim. Please don't hate me."

"I... I don't hate you Beth. You're not like the other girls at that facility. You're not like any other woman I've ever met. Even my own mum and sister laughed when they found out I lost my balls. You're the only woman who doesn't find my loss funny. You're the only woman who's shown me any kind of kindness since I lost my balls. Thank you."

"Oh thank you Jim. That means so much to me," she lifted her head up from his chest and kissed him passionately on his lips. She loved him so much. He whined a little when she kissed him like he always did, no doubt in frustration that he couldn't fully enjoy it. Beth could though. She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy.

As they broke their kiss, Jim distracted himself from his frustration by offering a solution to Beth's problem. "You could talk to Lucy. She might not be as harsh about your issues about the facility as you think. You say she cares about the working environment being fun for you all but it doesn't sound fun at all for you. She might actually want to make things more comfortable for you. She could get Mary off your back."

"I... I suppose I could do that. I never thought Lucy would actually hear out my complaints considering how normalised testicular loss is in her facility."

"Try talking to her tomorrow."

Beth thought for a moment, then said, "ok Jim. I'll try and talk to her tomorrow. This... could actually be good for me. She might actually listen to me and make some changes. But wait... what if she disapproves of my complaints and fires me? That would mean I castrated that poor virgin today for nothing!"

"Look Beth... has Lucy ever come across as mean to you?"

"Well, she does spend her days crushing and twisting balls."

"Well... yes but... I mean towards any of the girls at the facility."

"No. She's always been kind to her staff. In fact, she's quite pleasant to us all."

"Well then I'm sure she'll be pleasant to you if you tell her what's bothering you."

"You're right Jim," Beth hugged him. "This is a great idea. Thank you so much. I couldn't deal with the stress of all this if it wasn't for your support."

"It's ok... don't mention it."

Beth pulled out of the hug and smiled at him. "You've been a great help Jim. Is there anything I can help you with? I should be supporting you just as much as you support me."

"Well... there is something I'd like to talk about," Jim said timidly.

"What?" Beth asked reassuringly.

"Well, we haven't really talked about what I've lost yet and how I'm struggling."

"I know. I'm sorry Jim. I know you've been struggling with the loss of not only your balls but your willy too."

"Could... could we talk about it now?"

Beth thought for a moment. *I should say yes. He's been so good to me. But...* Beth winced as she thought about what she had done to her brother, what she had done to the virgin Josh today, and what she had done to Jim. SHE had taken his cock and balls away. His suffering was because of her. If he was to tell her about it in detail, it would just make her feel down again. "I'm sorry Jim but no," she responded. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready."

"But... but Beth I'm really struggling."

"I know Jim but so am I. Look, you don't understand. You know what happened with my brother. Castration is something that's really traumatic for me and hearing you talk about how it's effecting you will just... be really difficult for me. I wanna help you but I can't right now. I promise I'll help you when I'm ready. Ok?"

"O... ok..." Jim submitted.

Beth smiled. "Besides. There's something more fun we could be doing." She gestured towards the bedroom. "You know how high my sex drive is. And I've had such a bad day. I could really use a few orgasms and you are so good with your tongue."

Jim whimpered. "You know it's... it's not as fun for me..."

"I know Jim but it will be fun for me. Please. I really need this after today."

"Can't... can't you just masturbate while I sit in the other room and put headphones in or something? Pleasuring you is really frustrating for me Beth."

"Nuh-uh! Your tongue feels better than my fingers. Please?" she pouted.

"O... ok..." he submitted once again.

Beth stood up in giddy excitement and ran to the bedroom, eager to get her pussy licked. Jim meekly followed.

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