Testicle Research Part 37: Ball Popping Competition

*Warning: Extreme*

**Mary**

POP! POP!

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" The man screamed as Mary popped his testicles and began crushing them into mush as quickly as possible so that she could rush to the next room and pop another pair.

Technically, she didn't need to ruin his balls to the extent that they were unrepairable. This was only a ball POPPING competition after all. Not a castration competition; but Mary couldn't help herself. She always got carried away when she had her hands on a pair of balls, which made her spend just a little bit more time squishing the popped balls between her fingers before moving on to the next pair. This was the 25th pair of balls Mary had popped since the competition began. Throughout the ball popping rampage, Mary had really struggled with ignoring her sexual needs. Her pussy was absolutely BEGGING for attention, but she kept herself under control. If she started masturbating, she'd likely fall behind Caity, who was elsewhere on her own ball popping spree. Mary had no idea who was winning so she didn't want to risk falling behind, but with each ball pop between her fingers, the harder it became for her to not give in and rub herself to orgasm. Castration made her so horny.

"WHYYYYYY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" The patient screamed. He had no idea why she was destroying his recently repaired balls. Mary hadn't spoken a word to him. She had just barged into his recovery room and instantly went for his balls.

She was still sinking her fingers deep into the ruptures in his testicles through his scrotum and ripping his balls open as she looked up at the clock.

**4:45PM**

She only had 15 minutes left of the ball popping competition. She hoped she was ahead of Caity so that she could claim the title of The Queen of Ball Popping.

Satisfied that the patient's balls were ruined beyond repair, she let go of his broken balls and gave them one last hard slap, which made him shriek in agony, and then promptly left the room without giving him a second glance. As she went to leave, she heard him scream, "WHY? MY BALLS! YOU BROKE MY BALLS! WHY?"

Mary turned back briefly and answered casually, "because I wanted to." Then she promptly left the room, intent on winning the competition.

Mary rushed to the next recovery room but before she could enter, Caity emerged from it. The sound of male screaming came from inside; a scream that Mary knew all too well at this point. It was the unique kind of scream that men made when they had painfully lost their balls forever. It was a scream of grief just as much as it was a scream of pain. The sound always made Mary's pussy soaking wet.

Caity looked at Mary with an excited look on her face. "I've popped 20 pairs of balls so far. How about you?"

"25," Mary responded with a smug smirk.

"Oh you bitch," Caity said playfully. "I thought I would have been ahead of you. Don't get cocky though. There's still time for me to catch up. That crown is mine."

Caity then rushed off down the hallway to find the next room with an intact pair of balls before Mary had a chance to respond. Mary jokingly shouted out, "remember there isn't actually a crown."

Caity didn't respond though, as she entered another recovery room.

Mary rolled her eyes and rushed down the hallway to find another room with an intact pair of balls to pop but it was getting harder and harder to find them. Some rooms she entered had men shrieking in pain after having just had their balls popped by Caity, other rooms had patients she recognised from her experiments who were already eunuchs. No man made it through Mary's experiments with his balls intact after all.

The fifth room she entered finally had an intact pair of balls. *Wait, no. Not a pair,* Mary noticed. She recognised the man from earlier. It was the man whose right ball she had popped during her argument with Beth. *This is a one nut.*

He turned towards her and recognised her as the woman who had so cruelly popped his right ball over an argument that had nothing to do with him. "Not you! Stay away from me! Just please leave me alone!" He said in a panic, fearful over the safety of his last nut. He had already escaped castration twice today. He thought that the chances of his manhood being at risk of complete destruction A THIRD TIME on the same day was incredibly slim. He thought his last nut would be safe for sure. Unfortunately, for him, he once again just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mary smirked at the opportunity before her. She hated leaving a castration half finished and now was her chance to finish the job that Nicole had interrupted earlier. *It's no fun if he still has one. He can still sexually function with one ball. I want my victims to lose all sexual functioning. My victims suffering the inability to experience sexual pleasure for the rest of their lives is what gives me the best orgasms.* "Oh I'm not going anywhere, boy," she said menacingly as she walked towards him, leaving the door open in her eagerness. "You and me have unfinished business."

"What business?" He asked as he attempted to protect his balls by closing his legs and moving his groin away from her, but he was still recovering from two testicular surgeries in a row without anaesthetic, the first being his balls being stitched up, the second being the removal of his right ball; and he still hadn't been given any painkillers. His attempt to close his legs only caused intense pain in his stitched up left ball and the remains of his right testicular cord. He yelped in pain and opened his legs again.

Mary didn't hesitate to reach up his hospital gown and grab his last remaining ball roughly as he was still mid yelp from his attempted protection of it, which only made his yelp turn into a shriek. "The business about your balls. Or I guess I should say BALL now," Mary said as she squeezed his ball for emphasis at the word "ball."

"EEEEEEEEEE!" He shrieked. "NO! PLEASE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE! DON'T POP MY LAST BALL! DON'T CASTRATE ME!"

Mary's pussy flooded with juices. She felt a different kind of arousal at the prospect at popping this guy's last ball. Perhaps this castration would be extra cruel because he had already experienced hope and relief of still having one ball left after her testicular assault earlier. He thought he was in the clear. So she wouldn't just be crushing his ball. She would be crushing the hopeful relief he had of his manhood's survival. *And all of his future sexual relief too.* The situation made Mary SO horny. She always loved it when castration was EXTRA cruel than normal. Not just physically, like with her extreme methods of testicular destruction in her lab, but psychologically too. Playing with her victim's mind. Taunting him about what he'll be missing out on from now on, especially if he was a virgin. Gloating about all the sexual pleasure she'll be having as he lives a life devoid of sexual pleasure. Giving him false hope that she might spare his balls before crushing both his balls and the hope she had given him. It all got her pussy absolutely SOAKED. She decided to taunt him a little. "Awww did you think your last nut was safe from me?" She asked as she found the stitches in his nut and rubbed her finger harshly against them which made him whimper in agony. "Silly boy. I never leave a job half finished. I always leave my victims nutless. I'm a professional eunuch maker and I need to live up to my reputation."

Through grimaces in response to her cruel touches of the stitches in his ultra sensitive testicular wound, he tried to beg. "Look, whatever problem you have with that surgeon, I have nothing to do with it. Please, don't castrate me for something I have nothing to do with. I... I need my last ball. I can't bear the thought of being a eunuch. I won't be able to... you know... ever again." Mary watched him beg with an aroused smirk on her face; she was biting her lip. Seeing that begging was getting him nowhere, he attempted to charm her instead. "You seem like a nice girl. You wouldn't want to do such a cruel thing to me. Would you?"

Mary laughed at his attempt to charm her. She had never encountered that tactic of appealing to her non-existent mercy before. "Wow smooth," she kept laughing before calming herself down and speaking with a tinge of arousal in her voice. "You mistake the reason why I want to finish off your manhood though. I'm over that argument now. I wanna castrate you for pleasure." As she said this, she felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate. *I really shouldn't. I need to be fast about this to stay ahead of Caity... but this is just so hot. Ah, fuck it. I'll just have a quick orgasm.* She put her free hand down her panties and began playing with her clit. Her pussy was so wet that the man could hear wet and sloshy sounds coming from her groin as her fingers moved rapidly.

"You... you want to castrate me for pleasure?" He whimpered.

"YES!" She moaned as she applied more pressure on the line of stitches on his last nut until...

SQUICK!

His wound reopened as her finger sank inside his nut. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" He screamed as he felt the pain of a testicular wound being forcefully reopened for the second time in one day.

"MMMMM YES!" Mary moaned in bliss as she approached orgasm whilst twirling her finger around inside the nut to ensure all the internals were destroyed beyond repair. "IT GIVES ME PLEASURE TO DENY YOU SEXUAL PLEASURE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFEEEE!" She screamed in pleasure as her whole body convulsed in orgasm.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!" He continued to scream in agony and grief.

"Dammit, Mary!" The stern voice of the no nonsense head nurse Rachel came from the open door of the recovery room. "How many times have I told you? If you're going to pop the patient's balls, close the door first. Their screams are so annoying."

"Sorry Rachel," Mary said, flustered as she calmed down from her orgasm. As she turned to look at Rachel, she saw in the corner of her eye that the time was now **4:59PM**. "OH FUCK, THE COMPETITION!" She yelled in surprise. She had been so distracted by the pleasurable prospect of popping a one nut that she had lost track of time. It was like she had tunnel vision for what made her horny that tuned out the rest of the world. "I need to get going," she said as she let go of the man's now ruined ball and stood up to leave without paying any attention to his whimpering and crying over the loss of his manhood.

"Remember, we have a new ball popping policy as of tomorrow," said Rachel as Mary ran out of the room.

"Yeah, yeah I know," responded Mary as she rushed down the hallway. With only one minute left, there was no time to pop any more balls. So she ran back to the reception area, hoping that Caity hadn't overtaken her ball popping count whilst she got carried away with tormenting her last victim.

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"And the winner is..." Nurse Rosa started banging her hands onto the table rapidly to simulate a drum roll.

Mary and Caity waited with bated breath on the other side of the reception desk until Rosa stopped the drum roll and announced the winner of the ball popping competition.

"CAITY!" Rosa beamed.

"YES!" Caity yelled out victoriously, making a victorious fist.

"RRRRR, DAMMIT!" Mary growled in frustration. She was worried she would lose after she got carried away with her last victim and masturbated as she popped him. *If I hadn't got carried away I would have stayed ahead.*

"Yep," Rosa continued playfully. "With a total number of 30 pairs of balls popped, I hereby declare Caity The Queen of Ball Popping!"

"YAY!" Caity cheered. "Where's my crown?"

"I told you I don't actually have a crown," responded Rosa half jokingly and half frustrated at having to repeat that clarification again.

Caity laughed as she bowed her head down towards Rosa. "Well just pretend to put one on then."

"Oh alright," Rosa humoured her as she pretended to hold an invisible crown and placed it on Caity's head.

Caity then stood up straight again and pretended to adjust the imaginary crown on her head. "I feel like royalty."

"But I wanted to be The Queen of Ball Popping," Mary whined.

"Well," said Rosa, "you were in the lead with 25 pairs of balls popped but you got a little carried away with your last victim who was only a one nut, so I'm not sure that one counts as a pair. Still, you had a little too much fun with that one, Didn't you, Mary? Don't deny it. I saw it all on camera."

Mary blushed. "I couldn't help it. After popping so many balls, I was so riled up. And that last guy only had one nut left after I popped his first one earlier. So when I popped it, it was just so hot I just HAD to relieve myself."

"Wait," said Caity, "was the last guy the one whose first ball you popped when arguing with Beth?"

"Yeah."

"Oh that is priceless," Caity laughed. "I bet he was so relieved when Nicole saved his last ball earlier, but you finished his other ball off just now anyway. That is just hilarious, haha."

Mary didn't want to move the conversation away from how frustrated she was about losing. "I DEMAND A REMATCH!"

"Oh don't be a sore loser," Caity teased.

"A rematch isn't possible anyway," said Rosa. "there simply isn't enough intact balls left in the recovery ward now. You two girls popped way more balls than I was expecting. This has been a straight up testicle massacre."

"But I wanna be The Queen of Ball Popping," Mary whined petulantly.

"Relax girl," said Caity as she pulled Mary into her and talked into her ear. "You may not be The Queen of Ball Popping, but you're certainly the Queen of something else."

"What?" Mary asked, confused.

"Just think about it," Caity continued. "You've destroyed so many testicles today. This must be a new personal record for you."

Mary counted in her head all the testicles she'd destroyed that day. "You're right. I've destroyed 46 pairs of balls today. That's 92 balls!" Mary's pussy was soaking wet once again. *So many testicles destroyed by ME! So many men forced to live a life devoid of sexual pleasure and orgasms because of ME!*

"And with all the creative ways you destroy testicles in your lab... uh... I mean your testicle torture chamber," Caity said seductively into her ear, "I'd say you're The Queen of Testicular Destruction."

Mary felt a wave of arousal shiver through her. Her nipples hardened, her panties were absolutely drenched. *The Queen of Testicular Destruction. That's such a hot title.*

Caity then placed an imaginary crown on Mary's head too. Mary didn't have time for playfulness now though. She was horny. She grabbed Caity's arm. "I need post castration sex. NOW!" Sex was always better after ending men's sex lives, and with a new record of total castrations in one day, Mary knew that tonight's sex was going to be EPIC!

"Shall we head back to my place?" Caity asked.

"No," said Mary. "Let's go to mine. It's closer, and I just can't wait."

"You're always so eager for it after castrating men," Caity teased. "You're such a naughty girl. I love it."

"Take me home!" Mary demanded as she pulled Caity out of the recovery ward, Caity giggling in excitement behind her.

"Well bye then, girls," Rosa rolled her eyes at their sexual eagerness.

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"Hey girls," Nicole called out to Mary and Caity before they made it to the exit. The two girls turned around to see Nicole heading towards them. "I hope there's no hard feelings between us after I stopped you popping the last ball of Beth's patient earlier, Mary. I know how much you love castration so it must have been frustrating for you. I was just looking out for Beth."

"It's ok Nicole," Mary said in a friendly way. "I was acting on impulsive anger. Caity's helped me get all that anger out of my system. Besides, I just popped that guy's last ball in the recovery ward anyway."

"Well," said Nicole, "the new ball popping policy isn't in effect until tomorrow so that's ok. As long as Beth doesn't know about it I don't care about you popping his last ball. I want to make it clear that I have no problem with you popping balls and ruining them beyond repair. It's no big deal after all. I just don't want Beth's feelings getting hurt. She's a fragile little thing and I hate to see her upset."

"That's ok Nicole," said Mary. "I understand. We're cool. There's no hard feelings between us."

"Great," Nicole smiled. "Well, to make it up to you anyway, I have a present for you."

"A present?" Mary asked excitedly.

"You bet'cha," said Nicole as she removed a dildo from her handbag that looked very realistic. In fact, it looked like a real penis. "Recognise this?" Nicole asked.

"Uhhh, no..." said Mary. Caity looked equally confused.

"Take a closer look," urged Nicole as she passed it to Mary. Mary felt it in her hands. It really did feel like a real penis. In fact, it felt familiar. Then, she realised what she was holding in her hands.

"THIS IS HARRY'S SEVERED PENIS!" She said in astonishment. It was even erect; and it was completely straight aswell. There was no sign of the fracture that Mary had caused which was the reason why it had to be removed in the first place. "I completely forgot that you said you'd find a way to preserve it."

"Well, I found a way," said Nicole with a smile. "I won't tell you how though. A woman needs her secrets after all; but you won't need to put it in a pickle jar or anything like that to preserve it. You can treat it like any other dildo. It will maintain it's erect state and it will never rot. I assure you."

"I notice that you've fixed the fracture too," said Mary. "I thought you said there was no way you could have fixed his broken penis?"

"Well, I lied," Nicole shrugged. "I knew you'd want a dildo that was an actual severed penis, so I just cut it off with the intention of fixing it post removal to make it into the perfect dildo for you."

Mary's pussy gushed pussy juice. *His penis could have been saved. He was one of the lucky few eunuchs who could still get an erection post castration. It was even his first erection post castration, but I broke his dick before he could even orgasm again. And Nicole cut it off when she DIDN'T EVEN NEED TO! She could have fixed it and he'd still be able to orgasm. But nope. All his penis will do now is give ME and Caity orgasms. No orgasms for him. Never again.* Mary couldn't wait to tell Harry about how his penis could have been saved. "Wow thanks Nicole. You really are the best. This is the best present ever."

"You're welcome Mary," said Nicole. "I knew you'd love it."

Mary then turned to Caity and wiggled Harry's severed erect penis in front of her. "Let's go and taunt Harry with it."

"Hell yeah. That sounds so hot," Caity agreed.

Mary took out her phone and sent a text to Harry:

*Your services are required again you worthless, dickless Eunuch. Be at my place in one hour if you want to be of some use to women without any genitals between your legs. Remember, it's either me and Caity or a lifetime of loneliness. No woman wants a genital-less freak like you in their life, so your only option is me and Caity. Be at my place or I'll never contact you again. Fucking loser.*

As Mary hit send, Nicole brought something else out of her bag. "I'm sure you two girls will enjoy tormenting him with this too." Mary looked at what Nicole was holding.

It looked like some kind of belt.

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**Harry**

It had been 3 weeks since Harry had lost his balls at the testicular research facility at the hands of multiple women. Lucy had crushed them in a vice as Mary watched, then Caity had destroyed the remains of his balls until they were unable to be repaired as Nicole watched and did nothing to intervene, which culminated in Nicole finishing off his castration by cutting them off.

2 weeks after that, he had lost his penis thanks to multiple women once again. Mary had coerced him into going to her place so he could orally service her and Caity, bringing them to multiple orgasms throughout the night, during which he managed to get his first erection since he had lost his balls. His joy was short lived though, as Mary had intentionally broken his penis before he even got to orgasm again, as she orgasmed on his face. Nicole had then cut off his penis, claiming that there was no way to save it.

A week had passed since then. Losing his balls was bad enough, but at least after that there was still a semblance of hope that he could orgasm again. But now there was no hope. He couldn't even attempt to masturbate now that he had no penis. *They could have at least let me cum one last time before they took it from me.*

And yet now, he saw his own penis before his very eyes.

He was tied naked to Mary's bed, his genital-less groin on full display, with his arms and legs spread out, after she had bullied him into coming over again to service her. He felt he had no choice but to obey. *I'm a worthless, dickless eunuch. Mary and Caity are the only women who will ever want me.*

Caity was sitting on the side of the bed giggling, as Mary sat on top of his abdomen and dangled his preserved erect penis directly above his eyes. "Recognise it?" She taunted. Both of the girls were in their bra and panties, as they still had private parts to conceal.

Harry felt tears in his eyes as he watched his penis swing left and right in Mary's hand. It was surreal to see his own penis disconnected from his body, but what dominated his mind was his longing to have it reattached. "My... my penis..." he whimpered, struggling to hold in his tears.

"Yep," Mary chirped. "Nicole found a way to preserve it. Pretty cool, huh? It's even erect."

"Can... can it be reattached?" He asked with a hope that he thought he'd never feel again.

"Hmmm," Mary pondered. "I haven't thought about that. Why? Do you miss having it?"

"Y... yes..."

"I thought you would, haha. Well... I guess it could be reattached but even if it is possible, it WON'T be happening. I'm keeping you dickless."

"But... why?" Harry whined stuggling to hold in his tears.

"Because I don't want you to have orgasms anymore. You were one of the lucky few eunuchs who could still get an erection post castration, so if it was reattached, you'd get to orgasm again; and that would ruin my fun. It's so hot having a dickless eunuch as a pussy licking slave. I love rubbing my orgasms in your face, knowing that you'll never get to orgasm again. Tell me, does it torment you when me and Caity cum on your face?"

"Y... yes..." he whimpered.

"Mmmmm, explain to me how you feel."

"It's... it's like... every time you cum on my face it just reminds me of what I can't have anymore. I... I wanna feel what it's like to orgasm again so bad and.. when you two rub it in my face... it just makes that unfulfillable desire even more maddening. Please... can you... can you have my penis reattached. I NEED it! I NEED TO ORGASM AGAIN! PLEASE!"

Mary just giggled and placed her finger on the bottom of the base of his severed penis and dragged her finger up it until it reached the head. "Just think, you used to be able to feel this. But now, you can't feel anything that I do to your willy. You can only watch."

Harry was still struggling to hold in his tears. He felt like he was on the verge of losing the battle. "It's not FAIR!"

"I know it's not fair. That's why it's so HOT!" Mary beamed as she reached down to his groin with her free hand, her other hand still dangling his penis above him. She began rubbing his empty scrotum. "Mmmmmmm, I love this empty man bag of yours. There's nothing inbetween your legs anymore. Just this sad empty sack. Unlike what I have between my legs." She let go of his sack, began pulling her panties down and started playing with her pussy. "I have a perfect intact pussy that gives me so much pleasure. I've orgasmed countless times just today alone, whilst you haven't orgasmed for three weeks now, and never will again for the rest of your life. I will though. In fact, I'm gonna cum on top of you as many times as I want tonight."

"And me," said Caity beside her.

"Of course," Mary agreed.

The sight was driving Harry crazy. "Why are you tormenting me?"

"Because it turns me on," Mary growled in arousal. "And you know what makes it even hotter?"

"Wh... what?"

Mary smirked. "Notice how there's no fracture in your penis?"

Harry took a closer look at the penis in front of his eyes. He had been so consumed with grief at the sight that he had failed to notice the lack of a fracture. "Yes. What happened? I thought Nicole said she couldn't fix it? I thought she had no choice but to..." he cut himself off when the realisation dawned on him.

Mary could tell he made the realisation. "That's right. SHE COULD HAVE FIXED IT, BUT SHE JUST CUT IT OFF INSTEAD AND FIXED IT AFTERWARDS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Harry couldn't hold back the tears anymore. *She didn't even need to cut my penis off. I'd still be able to orgasm if she had fixed it.* "WHY?" He screamed through tears. "WHY DID SHE CUT MY PENIS OFF WHEN SHE DIDN'T NEED TO?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Mary giggled as she took his penis away from his eyes and took out a strange looking belt. She put the belt around him at the top of his legs and over his groin. Then she strapped his penis to the belt so that his penis was positioned on his groin where it used to be when it was still attached. His penis now resembled a dildo on a strap-on.

"HAHA," Caity laughed. "It almost looks like he still has his willy."

"STOP IT!" He whined. "STOP TORMENTING ME!"

"Silence, Eunuch," Mary scolded him. "I haven't finished explaining why Nicole cut your willy off yet. Allow me to demonstrate." She then took off her panties completely and positioned her pussy above his penis before descending on it. Her pussy engulfed his cock.

The sight was pure psychological torture for Harry. Looking down, it looked like he should be feeling the warm and wet pussy that was hugging his penis, but his penis wasn't really attached. He felt nothing. As Mary began gyrating her hips on top of him, as she began moaning in pleasure, it was like he was watching himself have sex without getting to feel it. He started bucking his hips in an instinctual effort to feel something. ANYTHING! But it was in vain. He'd never feel the pleasure of sex again. His bucking just messed with his mind even worse. It was a total mind fuck.

Mary appreciated his bucking though. "OH YES! MMMMMMMM! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! HOW ABOUT YOU HARRY? DOES THIS FEEL GOOD FOR YOU?"

"NO!" He screamed in utter frustration. "I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING!"

"OOOOOOHHHHHH! GOOD!" Mary moaned. "YOUR PENIS ISN'T FOR YOUR PLEASURE ANYMORE! IT'S FOR MY PLEASURE! ALL THE PLEASURE IS MINE! YOU GET NONE! NOT NOW! NOT EVER AGAIN! THIS IS ALL ABOUT ME! ME, ME, ME! YOUR PENIS IS NOTHING BUT A DILDO FOR MY PLEASURE! OHHHHH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM BUT YOU NEVER WILL AGAIN! OH I BET IT DRIVES YOU MAD! OH GOD I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA.... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mary screamed out in pure bliss as she orgasmed onto his disconnected dick; gyrating like crazy as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Pussy juices gushed out of her pussy.

Harry wished he could actually feel it.

He wished he could still orgasm.

But he couldn't.

"Oh, that was so good," Mary taunted as she calmed down from her orgasm and looked directly into Harry's eyes. "I love orgasms. Don't you?" She playfully giggled as Harry started crying at her cruel taunting.

"MY TURN," Caity yelled out, excitedly.

Harry's new level of torment clearly wasn't over.

This was going to last all night.

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**Beth**

"OHHHHHHH! OH YEAH!" Beth moaned in bliss as she frantically rubbed her pussy on Jim's face. Her dickless Eunuch boyfriend was passionately stimulating her clit with his tongue. *Are eunuchs better at licking pussy?* "OH FUCK, JIM! YES! RIGHT THERE! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA... CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" Beth's third orgasm of the night rocked her body as her pussy juices squirted into Jim's mouth and onto his face. As her orgasm died down, she was spent. She got off Jim's face and laid down on the bed next to him. "Phew, thanks Jim. I needed that. Nothing like a good few orgasms to unwind at the end of the day, huh?"

Jim whimpered at her words, it looked like he was struggling to hold back tears.

*Here he goes again,* Beth thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. *I know he can't orgasm anymore but he should at least feel happy about pleasuring me. Then again, perhaps talking about how pleasurable orgasms are after orgasming on his face is a bit mean. Am I being selfish?* She shook her head. *No, of course not. I'm just enjoying myself. He's the one being selfish for making his castration and penectomy all about himself. Still, it must be traumatic for him too. I should try and be more considerate.* She decided not to scold him for making her feel a little bad about her partial responsibility for his lack of genitals and instead, she put her hand on his face lovingly. "Jim, shhhhhh, it's ok. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rub in the fact that you can't orgasm anymore," she said after she had literally just rubbed her orgasms in his face over the last hour. "Words just come out of my mouth sometimes. You're so good with your tongue and you make me feel so good that I just can't help myself."

"It's... it's ok," he said submissively.

Beth smiled. "Look, you've been of really big help to me. Thanks to your encouragement, I've been able to convince Lucy to introduce a new ball popping policy at the testicular research facility. Any patient's whose balls I save aren't allowed to be popped in the recovery ward anymore. Not only that, but I also won't be working on Mary and Caity's subjects anymore. All my patients will be from Lucy and Jill's labs, which means I can truly pursue my passion of saving men's testicles. Isn't that great?"

"Yeah... that's great Beth," said Jim as he managed to hold back his tears. "Also, a lot more men will make it out of that place with their balls intact now. They won't suffer the same fate as me."

"Oh yeah that too. But the main thing is that I'll get to pursue my dream."

"I'm... I'm glad to be of help."

Beth looked into his eyes and then gave him a loving kiss on his cheek. "Oh Jim, you are such a loving and supportive boyfriend. You're living proof that a man doesn't need a penis or his testicles to be the perfect boyfriend."

"Thank you, Beth. That's really kind of you."

"I'm only speaking the truth. I know after seeing how my brother struggled with the loss of his balls that eunuchs tend to think of themselves as lesser men. And although it's technically true that you are a lesser man without your man bits, you're still perfect in my eyes."

"Th..thank you, but..." Jim said feebly, feeling hurt by her casual words about him being a lesser man. "I don't feel perfect... I was thinking... since I helped you with a problem... I was wondering if you could maybe... help me."

"Of course, Jim. You can talk to me about anything. I wanna help," Beth said as she brought his head into her chest, nuzzling him against her small pert breasts, which seemed to half comfort him and half frustrate him as he began humping his groin aimlessly, as if he was trying to feel something. It was like he had an itch on a body part he no longer had that he NEEDED to scratch but just couldn't. He often did this when he was licking her out and afterwards when she was experiencing her afterglow. Usually she found it annoying but tonight she felt a little different. *It's kinda cute.*

"Well, Beth," Jim began with hesitancy in his voice. "I know you don't like talking about it but... not having any genitals is driving me crazy. I miss being able to experience sexual pleasure and orgasms. It's why I don't feel perfect. I'm happy that I can still pleasure you, but when I do... it just adds to my torment and it's really difficult for me. It's like I'm starving whilst feeding you a big fancy meal. It's just... maddening."

Beth felt sympathetic, but also offended. She didn't like where this was going. "Are you saying that you don't want to pleasure me anymore?"

"No... no Beth," he said in a panic. "I don't mean it like that. I was just wondering if we could figure something out to make it easier for me. It's like constant psychological torture for me to not be able to orgasm anymore and when I'm pleasuring you it just makes it worse. Can we maybe, cut down the amount of times I eat you out? Like maybe one night or two nights a week instead of every night?"

Now Beth was very offended. She snapped at him. "Absolutely not, Jim. You know I have a high sex drive and need orgasms everyday. And you're saying I should go without them? I think that's very selfish of you."

"I didn't say you can't orgasm every day. Just, maybe you could masturbate before you come over or something instead of having me lick you out every night."

"Nuh-uh! You're really good with your tongue, Jim. You've given me better orgasms with your tongue than other guys have given me with their dicks. I need you to eat my pussy every day, Jim. So we are absolutely not changing that."

"But... Beth, please. It's torture for me."

"Look, Jim. You're never gonna orgasm again. Just deal with it. I shouldn't have to go without my needs just because you can't ever fulfill your needs again. You're just trying to make me feel bad about castrating you and cutting off your willy."

"No Beth, I'm not. I'm just... I'm... I'm sorry. I just don't know how I can cope without my genitals."

Beth found her sympathy growing, even if this conversation was making her feel bad about herself again. *He's just struggling to adapt to life without genitals. I should be softer with him.* "I'm sorry for snapping at you, Jim. I know this is difficult for you. But it's difficult for me too. You want to make me happy right?"

"Of course I do."

"Well... you make me happy when you eat my pussy. So you should want to do that whenever I want. Shouldn't you?"

"I... I guess. It's just... I like pleasuring you. It makes me feel like I'm still worth something. But it also torments me to pleasure you because I know I'll never get to feel that pleasure again."

Beth stroked his head soothingly. "Try and focus on the good stuff. When you're eating my pussy, try to focus your mind on how it makes you feel good; how it makes you feel like you're worth something, because it's true. You mean the world to me, Jim. Focus on that, and block out those envious feelings of not being able to orgasm anymore. I know it must be difficult for you, but please try. Focus on the good, not the bad."

"Ok, I'll... I'll try."

Beth patted his head. "That's the spirit. Now, this conversation has made me feel guilty again for removing your willy and balls."

"I'm... I'm sorry, Beth. I don't wanna make you feel bad. I just.. I needed to talk about it."

"It's ok. You can make it up to me. Orgasms make me forget about my guilt. How about you give me one more orgasm with your mouth? It could be practise for you focussing on the good aspects of licking me."

"Um..." Jim hesitated. "Ok, Beth."

Beth smiled as she sat on his face again, ready for another good pussy licking. "There's a good eunuch."

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**Mary**

"Now get out of here you pathetic EUNUCH!" Mary scolded Harry as she shoved his clothes into his arms before shoving him out of her front door before she even gave him a chance to dress. He had tears streaming down his face as he struggled to quickly put his clothes on, desperate to hide his lack of manhood before anyone walked by. Mary smirked, amused at the sight. She and Caity had just spent the last couple hours riding his severed cock and his face to several orgasms. They had taken turns, with one sitting on his cock and one sitting on his face before switching after they each orgasmed. Harry couldn't orgasm, of course. Not without his precious penis attached to him. "We'll contact you when you're needed for your services again. Now get out of here, you genital-less freak," said Mary as she slammed the door. She looked through the peep hole to see him leave; crying, as expected. Mary laughed. Technically they didn't need him to sexually satisfy them. The girls were perfectly capable of pleasuring each other without getting a eunuch involved, but it was just so hot to torment a eunuch with what he couldn't have. The girls loved it.

Mary returned to the bedroom, placed Harry's severed penis on her shelf, and laid back down on the bed next to Caity. Both girls were now completely naked and basking in the afterglow of amazing sex. "How you feeling?" Asked Caity.

"I feel great," Mary responded. "I've castrated more men today than I ever have in one day before."

"Well," Caity laughed, "with me being The Queen of Ball Popping and you being The Queen of Testicular Destruction, together we are The Queens of Castration!"

"MMMMM, I like the sound of that," Mary moaned.

"How you feeling about the new ball popping policy?" Caity asked.

Mary took a breath. "I'm accepting of it. You've shown me that it doesn't matter all that much. We still get to inflict all the testicular destruction we want in our labs, and there's still plenty of balls to pop in the recovery ward that Beth hasn't fixed so... I'm cool with it. Thank you Caity. You've... been really supportive of me today."

"Hey, anything for my fellow testicle sadist," Caity smiled warmly.

"You..." Mary hesitated. She felt a certain warmness, and it wasn't arousal. She had felt it for a long time but after today it was stronger than ever. She was a little unsure of herself, but she had to tell Caity. "You really understand me, Caity. You just... *get* me. More than anyone ever has before. I... I..."

Caity leaned into Mary and placed her hand lovingly behind her head. "Say it," she said reassuringly.

"I love you," Mary blurted out.

Caity smiled. "I love you too." Then, Caity kissed Mary passionately on the lips. It wasn't a sexually charged kiss. It was a romantic kiss. Mary's heart was fluttering more than it ever had before, and she knew that Caity's was too.

As they broke their kiss, they just looked into each others eyes. Tenderly. Lovingly.

The two testicle sadists were in love. They were true soulmates, and they had found each other thanks to Lucy's Testicular Research Facility.