Testicle Research Part 35: New Ball Popping Policy

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**Mary**

Mary and Caity didn't notice when Nicole walked in because they were both mid-orgasm. It wasn't until they had both calmed down through their afterglows that they looked towards the newest eunuch they had made, only to see Nicole at work between his legs, cauterising his testicular cords as he screamed. "Sorry, Nicole," said Mary.

"Don't mention it, girls," Nicole said casually. "I've come to expect seeing you two getting off when I walk in. Especially you, Mary. You seem to be completely incapable of not getting off during your experiments."

"Sorry," Mary said again, shyly.

"Forgive her Nicole," Caity spoke up for her, "she's had a sexual awakening. She's discovered a part of her sexuality that she never realised she had and she's just enjoying herself with it. It just so happens that her fetish is destroying testicles."

"Oh I'm not kink shaming," Nicole responded as she finished cauterising the cords and began stitching the crying and whimpering man's scrotum back up. "In fact, you two actually make my job a lot easier with your castration fetish. All I need to do with the subjects from your experiments is remove what's left of the testicles, if there's anything left at all, and then simply cauterize the cords. It's the subjects from Lucy and Jill's experiments that take more effort, which can get annoying. They often leave the testicles in a state that can be repaired so I have to spend time stitching balls back up or whatever. It can get so boring and repetitive that sometimes I just snip the guy's balls off anyway just to make my job easier."

"You should do that every time," said Mary. *It would be so hot if EVERY man left this place as a eunuch.*

Nicole sighed. "If only I could. If I did it everytime, Lucy would get suspicious. Also, Beth tends to stop me from cutting off balls if it's not necessary when she's around. Castration really upsets her. Still, I do it when I can."

"Beth needs to chill out," said Mary. "It's only castration. What's the big deal? It's not like HER sexual pleasure is being taken away forever."

"She's a strange girl," Nicole replied. "I don't really understand why she cares about men's balls so much. I've never known a woman to actually care about balls. I like her though. She's sweet, kind and very passionate about her job which are all qualities I admire. Even if I don't exactly embody them myself." Nicole then stood up, having finished stitching up the man's sack. "Anyway, this empty scrotum is ready for your mark, Mary."

"Awesome," said Mary as she and Caity discarded the testicular wall of each of the man's balls that were still on their fingers. Then, Mary went through the motions of branding the man's ball sack with her signature TTD mark, as he screamed out in pain from the burns. "TOTAL TESTICULAR DESTRUCTION!" She beamed with pride.

"Classic Mary," Nicole smiled as the man cried over both the pain between his legs and the pain of the permanent loss of his sexual organs. "Anyway," she continued, "you two need to head over to Lucy's office. She has something to discuss with you both. I'll stay here and ensure this eunuch's silence, then call a nurse to get him to the recovery ward."

"What does Lucy want?" Caity asked.

"She just wants to inform you of some changes around here is all. She's already told me but she said she wants to be the one to inform you two."

"Changes?" Mary asked worried. *These changes better not interfere with my castration addiction.*

"I'm sure it won't be too serious," Caity reassured her, noticing the uncertainty in her voice. "Come on. Let's go hear what Lucy has to say together."

"Ok," said Mary nervously.

"We'll get going. Thanks Nicole," said Caity as she and Mary made their way towards the door.

As Mary and Caity left the room, Mary briefly looked back to see Nicole take out her scissors that she always used to threaten the new eunuchs into silence and lowered it towards the man's cock. "Now listen closely, *Eunuch!*" Nicole said menacingly.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T POP BALLS IN THE RECOVERY WARD ANYMORE?!" Mary whined in reaction to the new policies about the recovery ward.

Caity, sitting on the seat next to Mary on the other side of Lucy's desk, reached over and held Mary's hand to try and console her as Lucy responded, "I didn't say you can't pop balls in the recovery ward anymore, Mary. I said that you can't pop *some* balls in the recovery ward."

"BUT WHY?" Mary demanded.

"I ask you to calm down and hear me out, dear." Lucy said calmly.

"But... but..." Mary struggled to speak. She was so frustrated about the idea of restrictions being placed on her ball popping fun.

"Hey, it's alright," Caity said reassuringly to Mary. "Let's just calm down and hear her out. I'm sure this won't be as bad as it seems."

Mary took some deep breaths. She felt Caity's hand gently squeeze her own as a non verbal sign of support. The feeling of Caity's hand calmed her. "Ok. I'm sorry for snapping at you Lucy."

"It's ok dear," Lucy said kindly. "I know how much you, Caity and many of the nurses enjoy popping balls which is why I'm not implementing a complete ban on ball popping in the recovery ward."

"Then, why are you placing restrictions at all?" Mary asked.

"I've had a conversation with Beth."

*Beth!* Mary thought to herself with rage. *I should have known that squeamish bitch had something to do with this. Who does she think she is, interfering with my need to pop balls as much as I want?*

"What did she say?" Caity asked in a calm manner.

"Well girls, as you know, I want this facility to be fun for all you girls. That includes Beth. And Beth is a very different girl compared to you two. Whilst you two enjoy destroying testicles, Beth enjoys saving them. In fact, it's her passion in life. And I'm not talking about a sexual passion like with you two," Lucy raised her eyebrows at that last comment.

"But it's not fair," Mary whined. "Once they're in the recovery ward they're no longer her concern anyway."

"I'm afraid they ARE of concern to Beth, dear," Lucy responded. "She wants all of the patients whose balls she's able to save to leave this facility with their balls intact. She puts a lot of hard work into saving testicles, and if those balls are popped in the recovery ward, all her hard work is undone. Think of it this way. How would you feel if after you completely destroyed a pair of testicles, someone came along and fixed them?"

"I would be very annoyed and demand that those balls be destroyed again immediately," Mary answered.

"And don't you think Beth would feel the same way about the balls she fixes being destroyed?"

"I... I guess so," Mary conceded. "But I just don't understand why she cares about balls so much."

"Neither do I, dear. I've never known a single woman to care so much about testicles. Not in this town at least. But as the woman in charge of this facility, I need to make sure the needs of all my workers are accounted for."

"But what about MY needs?" Mary asked.

Lucy sighed. "You know, this is actually a middle ground. Beth wanted ball popping to be banned completely in the recovery ward. And I know that you would want it to continue to be allowed without any restrictions. So, I figured that a good middle ground is to ban the popping of Beth's patient's balls but still allow the popping of every other patient's balls. I've already asked Nicole about this and she says she doesn't really care if her patient's balls survive the recovery ward or not if she's fixed them. So her patient's balls are fair game. I think that's fair. Don't you?"

"I... I guess," Mary begrudgingly agreed. As much as she hated it, she couldn't deny that it did seem like a rational compromise.

"Let me tell you girls something," Lucy began. "Science, like most academic fields, is dominated by men. Before I founded this research facility, my passion and all my ideas for testicular research were scorned. Men considered my ideas immoral and barbaric. I'm certain it was because they hated the idea of a woman coming up with good ideas. I mean, I can't think of any other reason why they would hate my ideas so much. It made me feel so insignificant and powerless. So when I founded this research facility, I had two goals in mind. My first goal was to pursue my passion for testicular research with complete freedom and without any men holding me back. My second goal was to have this facility be a place where women can be empowered in whatever form they choose. I know you both feel a sexual kind of empowerment with destroying testicles. And I know that Beth feels some kind of emotional empowerment in repairing them. I want you all to feel empowered, which can be difficult to do when you girls and Beth are such opposites. This is the best I can do that accommodates for the empowerment of you all. Please do try to understand."

"We understand," said Caity on behalf of them both. Mary couldn't bring herself to fully understand, but didn't counter Caity.

"Thank you so much girls. It's really difficult for me to be in this position. I want all of you girls to be happy after all."

"It's ok," Caity spoke up. "We'll do our best to adapt to these changes."

*Speak for yourself,* Mary thought.

"Thank you ever so much. Oh, and another change will be that Beth will no longer be treating subjects from both of your labs. She will only be treating the subjects from mine and Jill's labs on the days she is working here. On those days, Nicole will be treating the subjects from your labs. On the days Beth isn't here, Nicole will be treating the subjects from everyone's labs."

"Why can't Beth treat our subjects anymore?" Mary asked.

"Because the experiments that you two girls get up to has negatively impacted her mental health. Especially yours, Mary. Your experiments are so intense that you've damn near traumatised the poor girl. Don't worry though. I'm not going to impose any restrictions on your own research. I want Beth to be happy working here, but I also want you to continue having total freedom over your own research. So once again, this is a middle ground. You can still conduct your own experiments without any restrictions, and Beth can be content knowing that she won't have to deal with the aftermath. Sound ok to you?"

"I guess," Mary said. She was mad at Beth but she was at least grateful that Lucy hadn't implemented restrictions in her "research."

"Good," Lucy continued, "the reorganising of which surgeons deal with each researcher's subjects will begin today. The new ball popping policy in the recovery ward will be put into effect tomorrow. From tomorrow onwards, the nurses will be recording which surgeon has treated each patient and add it to their patient notes. So starting tomorrow, if you girls decide to go on another one of your ball popping rampages in the recovery ward, check the patient's charts first. If a patient has been treated by Beth, then move along until you find a patient of Nicole's to satisfy your ball popping urges with. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Lucy," answered Caity. "We understand. Don't we Mary?"

"Yeah," Mary said dejectedly.

"Great. I'm glad you girls understand. Anyway, I'm sorry for disturbing your research. You can get back to your work now. I wish you both a pleasant day."

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Mary was seething with rage as she left Lucy's office with Caity. "How are you ok with this?" She asked Caity as they walked down the hallway. "You love popping balls in the recovery ward just as much as I do. You're not seriously happy with these restrictions are you?"

Caity sighed. "I'm not *happy* with them, Mary. I'm just accepting of them. As much as I enjoy popping balls in the recovery ward, Lucy is the boss and we should do what she says. Out of respect for her setting this place up in the first place. Without her, we wouldn't get to spend our days ending men's sex lives. I'm forever thankful to her for giving me the opportunity to fulfill my sexual fantasy on an almost daily basis. And you should too."

"I am thankful for that," Mary insisted. "Since I've started working here, I've never felt so sexually satisfied."

"So we should respect any rule she puts into place then. Besides, it's only the balls of Beth's patients we're not allowed to pop. There's still plenty of balls in the recovery ward for us to pop if the mood strikes us. And we still have total freedom over our research which we spend most of our time here on anyway."

"I guess you're right," Mary said. "It's just that... I love having total freedom over the fate of men's balls. Having some of that freedom taken away from me just... well... I don't know how to explain it. It just... ruins the fun. Or at least part of the fun."

"I understand how you feel Mary but we're just gonna have to accept it."

"I guess," Mary said dejectedly before anger rose within her again. "I just wish Beth didn't have to come here and ruin everything. I'm gonna find her and give her a piece of my mind."

"That's not a good idea," said Caity. "Whilst I agree that Beth is an annoying prude when it comes to castration, it's clear to me that we're just gonna have to accept her if Lucy's willing to change the rules to accommodate her. Arguing will make matters worse. Let's just head back to my lab and break some balls together. That will be a healthier way of getting that anger out of your system."

"Ok. Good idea Caity. Breaking some balls sounds like it would help me out a lot." Mary responded.

"Come on, let's head to my lab. I'm sure Sally and Cindy will have some subjects restrained by now, and I have the PERFECT experiment that will help you vent out all that anger."

Mary was never one to turn down the chance to ruin some balls, and she was intrigued to see what experiment Caity had in store as they walked down the hallway enroute to Caity's lab. She just wanted to take her mind off Beth. Wrecking some balls would help with that. *I swear if I see that bitch Beth I'm gonna see red.*

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**Beth**

Beth, feeling the most positive she had felt in a long time after her conversation with Lucy and making a positive change in the facility, was wheeling a patient out of the surgery room to take him to the recovery ward. The poor guy was one of Jill's subjects. She had sliced each of his balls open with one of her needles as punishment for whimpering too much during one of her experiments. Beth had repaired his balls though. She had stitched them up efficiently. She was so proud of herself, even though he did suffer through the surgery due to the lack of anaesthetics. She was absolutely buzzing with positivity. "Thank you," the man said, tears of joy streaming down his face as he looked up at Beth from the horizontal frame he was still restrained too. "Thank you for saving my balls. I thought they were done for when she sliced them open. You have no idea how thankful I am to you. I couldn't bear losing my balls. I NEED them."

"I know how important your balls are to you," beth responded with a warm smile as she looked down at him, thinking of the loss she had saved him from. A loss that she had seen her brother suffer through. "You don't need to worry anymore. It's ok now. Now that I've stitched them up, your balls are safe."

Beth saw the man breathe a sigh of relief. He had been through such a terrifying ordeal, expecting to lose his nuts after Jill's cruel torture. But now, after hearing Beth's words, he smiled and visibly relaxed. His balls had been saved. His balls were safe.

"OH NO THEY'RE NOT!" The loud, angry shout of Mary startled Beth as she suddenly approached them, with Caity rushing behind her, and roughly grabbed the patient's balls. Beth was so focussed on her latest patient that she hadn't noticed the two girls approach from ahead of her down the hallway.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP! LET GO! LET GOOOOOO!" He begged, snapping out of his peace of mind over the safety of his balls and once again being overwhelmed with absolute dread that he was going to lose them after all.

"MARY!" Beth yelled. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY PATIENT'S BALLS THIS INSTANT! HE'S JUST HAD SURGERY! THEY'RE EXTREMELY TENDER RIGHT NOW AND VERY EASILY DAMAGED!"

"GOOD!" Mary yelled back as she squeezed his balls harder, making the stitches in his balls strain against the fresh wounds in his testicles.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" He screamed in utter pain. "DON'T! DON'T PLEASE!"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF THEM!" Beth yelled as she went to slap Mary's hand away with the back of her hand. But before she made contact, Mary let go of his balls and moved her hand away, and instead of Mary's hand, the back of Beth's hand made contact with her own patient's balls that she had JUST stitched up.

SLAP

"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHH! FUUUUUUCK!" He wailed in agony.

"Oh my God I'm... I'm so sorry. It was an accident," Beth apologised in a panic.

"HAHA," Mary laughed. "That was priceless. That slap was so LOUD! Aww does that make you feel bad, Beth?"

"Of course it does. It's not funny. Getting hit in the balls is super painful for guys. Especially when they've just been surgically repaired."

"I'd say that's a reason to hit them extra hard then," said Mary as she gave his balls a hard punch, making him shriek, before grabbing his balls again and squeezing.

"EEEEEEEEEE! LET GO! LET GO!" He shrieked.

"Stop," Beth pleaded, but didn't make any move to physically stop Mary, fearful that she would accidently hit his balls again. "Please Mary, just leave him be."

"Mary," Caity grabbed onto Mary's arm. "Let go of them. Let's not cause any unnecessary conflict."

"I'm not letting go until Beth apologises for the new ball popping policy."

"What? Has Lucy told you?" Beth asked, nervously.

"Yes she has," said Mary, "she's told us that we're not allowed to pop the balls of your patients anymore, severely limiting the ball popping fun me, Caity and the nurses have in the recovery ward. I may not be able to change Lucy's mind but I will get an apology out of you for ruining our fun."

"MY BALLS!" The man wailed. "PLEASE! LET GO OF MY BALLS!"

"BE QUIET!" Mary scolded him as she tightened her grip, making him go breathless from the pain. "THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

"STOP IT, MARY!" Beth yelled. "You said it yourself. He has nothing to do with this. This is between us. He's not involved. Let him go and we can talk this out."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO ANY PAIR OF TESTICLES I GET MY HANDS ON. YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!"

"Mary," Caity said calmly. "I don't like the new policy either but this isn't productive. Let's not get into an argument here. Let's just call a truce."

"WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU CAITY?" Mary asked in a rage fueled confusion. "I THOUGHT YOU WOULD TAKE MY SIDE! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED POPPING BALLS JUST AS MUCH AS ME?"

"I AM taking your side, Mary. And I DO love popping balls. But I don't want this place to be tense with conflict. Let's just accept defeat and move on."

"I'LL ACCEPT DEFEAT WHEN SHE APOLOGISES!"

"APOLOGISE FOR WHAT?" Beth shouted.

"FOR INTERFERING WITH MY FREEDOM TO POP AS MANY BALLS AS I WANT!" She squeezed down harder on the patients stitched up balls.

"DON'T!" He begged in a panic, fearful for the survival of his balls so soon after he thought they were saved. "DON'T POP MY BALLS PLEASE!"

Beth took a deep breath and decided to stand her ground. "I'm not apologising for anything, Mary. You're a vile and cruel woman. I think that ball popping in the recovery ward should be banned entirely and I think that your so called experiments should be stopped. I'm here to SAVE testicles. Not remove the remains of them that you leave behind. But I am willing to ignore what you get up to in your lab and ignore the ball popping you do in the recovery ward as long as you don't pop the balls of MY patients. I'm willing to make that compromise so that we both get what we want. That's the mature thing to do. I will not apologise for that."

Mary glared at her and softened her tone a little, but she was clearly still very angry. "I'm willing to do the same as long as you apologise."

"I'm not going to apologise for doing the right thing."

"You will if you care about balls as much as you say you do," said Mary menacingly as she released her firm grip over the man's full package, to which he let out a brief exhale of relief, before she took hold of his right testicle. "If you don't apologise to me I will pop his balls one by one."

"WHAT?!" He wailed. "NO PLEASE DON'T!"

"You can't do that," Beth said in a panic. "He's MY patient."

"I'll only obey this new ball popping policy if you apologise. So apologise or else his balls are done for."

"NO NO DON'T!" The man pleaded.

"Mary, please don't do this," Beth implored her.

"Hmmmm," Mary pondered as she rubbed her finger over the line of stitches in his right ball that she could feel through the scrotum. "You've done a good job here but I'm sure my finger could break through and end this testicle's life very easily," she taunted.

Caity spoke up again, "Mary, let's not torment her. Let's just get going to my lab and end some testicles there."

"Not until either Beth has apologised, or this guy's balls are broken beyond repair."

Caity sighed. "Alright fine I give up."

Mary then turned to Beth. "Apologise," she said as she pushed her finger against the line of stitches in his right testicle, causing him to let out a whimper of pain and fear.

Beth looked down at the man's desperate and terrified face and thought about her options. *I saved this man's balls. I can't let her ruin my work and this man's sex life in the process. But I can't apologise for doing the right thing either. That would make me feel like a sell out. It would make me feel terrible. Fuck, this is such a hard decision.*

The man looked up at Beth with pleading eyes. "Please don't let her pop my balls. I NEED my balls. And you... you saved them. You said my balls were safe."

Beth looked down at his pleading eyes, then back up at Mary and defiantly said, "I will not apologise."

"Very well then," said Mary as she pushed her finger into the man's right ball through the line of stitches.

SQUICK!

The wound, that had literally just been stitched up, reopened as she sunk her finger inside his ball.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed in agony as Mary pushed even more of her fingers through the reopened wound and destroyed the ball from the inside.

Beth looked on, trying her best to ignore any negative thoughts about her being partly responsible for this man's de-balling. *This has been forced upon me. I don't need to feel guilty.*

When Mary was done turning his right ball to mush, she gripped his left testicle and looked up at Beth. "Last chance to apologise."

The man looked up at Beth with pleading eyes of absolute desperation. "PLEASE JUST APOLOGISE! IT'S NOTHING! IT'S NO BIG DEAL! IT WILL LITERALLY HAVE NO NEGATIVE EFFECT ON YOU! PLEASE! IT'S MY LAST BALL! DON'T LET HER CASTRATE ME! JUST APOLOGISE! PLEASE!"

Beth looked down at him and steeled her heart. "I'm sorry but I can't apologise for doing the right thing. That's just not something I can bring myself to do. Now please be quiet. This is difficult enough for me as it is."

"Difficult FOR YOU!" The man protested. "WHAT ABOUT ME? I'M THE ONE WHOSE BALLS ARE LITERALLY ON THE LINE! SHE'S ABOUT TO CASTRATE ME AND YOU CAN STOP HER JUST BY SIMPLY APOLOGISING! JUST FUCKING APOLOGISE!"

Beth felt anger rise within her as she looked down at him. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DIFFICULT IT IS FOR ME TO SEE MEN LOSE THEIR BALLS! DO YOU THINK I WANT THIS? I DON'T! THIS HAS BEEN FORCED UPON ME. I WILL NOT APOLOGISE FOR DOING WHAT I THINK IS RIGHT! NOW MAKE THIS EASIER FOR ME AND SHUT UP!"

"Well," said Mary, "she's made up her mind. Say goodbye to your sex life boy." She positioned her finger against the line of stitches in his left testicle.

"NO! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" He begged.

Beth braced herself for the castration she was about to witness. She knew it was going to be really traumatic for her.

Mary began pushing her finger against the wound in his testicle, making him hyperventilate in anticipation of his impending castration. "NONONONONONO PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE!"

Mary smirked. "Just a little pressure and..."

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Boomed the loud voice of Nicole.

Mary loosened her grip on the man's last surviving testicle. "I was just about to finish popping this pair of balls. You wanna watch?"

Nicole turned to Beth. "He's your patient Beth. Are you ok with this? It's not like you to let someone be castrated. I should know, considering the amount of times you've stopped me from snipping a pair of balls off when I'm feeling too lazy to stitch them up."

"Well um..." Beth responded. "No but... Mary wants me to apologise for the new ball popping policy. I've refused and she's popping his balls just to get to me. She's already popped his right one. I don't know what to do to stop her aside from apologise and I REALLY don't want to do that."

Nicole looked at Mary. "Mary, let go of his ball."

"What?" Mary asked in confusion. "But..."

"Mary! Hands off! Now!" Nicole said sternly.

Mary did what she was told and the man let out a breath of relief as she looked up at Nicole. "Oh thank you. Thank you so much."

"Quiet you," Nicole said as she casually flicked the mushy remains of his right testicle, making him let out a guttural whimper of overwhelming pain. Nicole then looked at Mary's confused face. "I can see you're confused about why I'm stopping you. The truth is I've become rather attached to Beth, as strange as she is for her compassion towards balls, and I don't want to see her hurt. It was clear in her face how much she was suffering inside at the prospect of seeing this man lose his junk." She flicked his ruined right ball again at the word 'junk', making him whimper and jerk his whole body in response. "So I'm putting a stop to it."

"But I want an apology for the new ball popping policy," Mary demanded.

Nicole sighed. "I'll guess I'll have to be a mediator." She turned to Beth. "Beth, apologise to Mary and put this conflict to rest."

"I can't do that Nicole," Beth protested. "If I apologise for doing the right thing it will just make me feel awful."

"More awful than watching a man lose his balls?" Nicole inquired.

Beth, upon hearing Nicole's question, suddenly realised how stupid she had been. *What the hell is wrong with me? Watching a man lose his balls is WAY more traumatic for me than simply apologising. Was I seriously about to put myself through that pain?* "No. Of course not. You're right Nicole. Watching a man lose his balls is worse for me." She turned her attention to Mary. "Mary, I'm sorry."

"Say it in full," Mary demanded. "Say you're sorry for interfering with my freedom to pop as many balls as I want."

Beth submitted to Mary's request. "I'm sorry for interfering with your freedom to pop as many balls as you want."

"Do you accept her apology?" Nicole asked Mary.

"Yes. I do."

"Good. It's settled then." Then she turned to Beth. "Let's get him back into surgery. We'll sort him out together."

"Ok. Let's go," said Beth. Relieved to put this stressful confrontation behind her.

As Beth and Nicole wheeled the patient, who now had tears of pain streaming down his face, back to surgery, they heard Caity say to Mary. "I can see you're still feeling angry. Let's go and break some balls in my lab like we discussed. I'm sure it will help you."

"Yes," Mary responded. "Let's go break some balls."

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As Beth and Nicole pushed the man strapped to the frame back through the doors of the surgery room, he looked at Beth with tears in his eyes. "You... you were going to let her castrate me."

Beth ignored him and turned to Nicole instead. "Thanks for stepping in."

"Don't mention it Beth," Nicole responded. "Now let's get rid of this mushed ball," she said as she casually hit his pulped right testicle with the knuckles on the back of her fingers.

The man yelped and cried out, "STOP! STOP HITTING IT!"

"Oh stop whining," Nicole said dismissively. "You've had it easy compared to a lot of other men in this facility. At least only ONE of your balls is broken beyond repair. You should be grateful."

"Yeah," said Beth, "you should be grateful that Nicole came along and saved your last ball. So don't criticise her. It's mean."

"But she keeps hitting my popped ball," he whined.

"I'll hit it again if you don't shut up," Nicole threatened.

"Ok, I'll... I'll shut up," he said, terrified of the agony in his former ball being heightened even more.

"I said shut up," Nicole flicked his popped nut again.

"AAAARRRRGGGHHHH! I AM! I SAID I'D BE QUIET!"

"Then why are you talking?" Nicole asked rhetorically as she clenched her hand into a fist and punched his popped nut.

"MMMMMMMM!" He whined through his closed mouth, finally understanding that Nicole didn't want him to speak at all.

"That's better. Now keep your mouth shut whilst us women sort out the contents of your scrotum."

Beth had watched on, not really bothered with the pain Nicole was inflicting. She knew the ball was beyond saving now, so it's not like she was causing any real harm. The ball was already doomed. She would have been mad if Nicole had attacked his still intact nut, though.

"Let's get to work Beth," Nicole said reassuringly.

"Ok," said Beth. "I'll reopen the stitches in his scrotum from the previous surgery and you remove the remains of his right nut. Sound like a good plan?"

"I'd say so. Let's get started."

The poor guy had only just got out of a severely painful testicular surgery without any anaesthetics, and now, mere moments later, he had to go through another one thanks to being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This didn't deter the girls though. They worked efficiently. Beth reopened the incision from her previous surgery, allowing Nicole to reach into his scrotum with her scalpel. After casually poking his ruined nut with her scalpel a few times for no discernible reason, making him twitch, whine and cry in agony, she took hold of the epididymis and cut through it, severing the ruined nut from his body.

As Nicole cauterized the wound, Beth reflected on the sight before her. She was surprised that she didn't seem to be bothered. *It's only one nut. He still has one left. It's not like he's been completely castrated. This is no big deal at all.*

The man seemed to not have the same thoughts as Beth though as he broke down in tears. "My nut. I've lost it."

Beth said to him, kindly but sternly. "You still have one left. Look after it and you'll still be able to have a long and fulfilling sex life."

"O... ok..." he said feebly, recognising that he had escaped castration for the second time in one day. He then became visibly relieved that he hadn't been made a eunuch.

Beth then re-stitched his scrotum closed. When she was done, Nicole chuckled and said to him, "you're looking a little lopsided."

The man just started crying at her cruel joke.

"Nicole!" Beth scolded her. "That's such an insensitive thing to say. The poor guy has been through so much."

"Oh it's only the loss of a nut. It's no big deal. Anyway, I'll take it from here. You've done a good job. You can go home now. I'd say you've done enough work today."

"Thanks Nicole. I'll see you tomorrow. And uh... thanks again for stepping inbetween me and Mary. That situation was getting out of hand. We were both being stupid. I was going to let all the work I'd done on his nuts be undone if you hadn't stepped in. Thanks to you, only half of it was undone."

"Don't mention it, Beth." Nicole smiled.

As Beth left the surgery room and headed towards the exit, she sent a text to Jim telling him that she'll be at his place soon. She wanted to thank him in person for helping her make a positive change at the research facility with the new ball popping policy.