Lindsey and Her Daughters Take Control, Part 2

Gemma was annoyed that Lyla had damaged her boyfriend’s balls so much without asking, and, once they had finished checking him in at the emergency desk of the urology clinic, she said so.

“Well, you did say I could do whatever I want,” Lyla said defensively, “and you’re going to get to use the app even before me. So, that’s pretty big.”

“One spike!” Gemma exclaimed, “I get to shoot one spike into one ball. And I won’t even be there to see it. You’re taking advantage of me because I’m so trusting!”

“Come on, don’t be like that,” Lyla urged, “How can I make it up to you?”

Before Gemma could answer, they were interrupted by a flushed doctor, who introduced herself and said they could call her Mia. “So, which of you girls is responsible for the damage in there?” Mia asked.

Both girls fell into embarrassed silence before Mia said reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I won’t get you in trouble. As far as my records are concerned, he checked himself in. And, if I do say so myself, I’m very good at convincing guys in situations like this not to tell anyone. Is one of you his girlfriend?”

“I am,” Gemma replied.

“Nice to meet you,” Mia said cheerily, “Were you having a little fun with his baby-makers?”

“No,” Gemma said, still with an edge of annoyance, “That was her.”

“Oh,” Mia said, “Are you his sister?”

“No,” Lyla responded in confusion, “I’m her friend.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions. It’s just that when I see that much damage, it’s usually a girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, or sister.”

Lyla and Gemma both laughed before Gemma said with joking playfulness, “I was sharing. And this bitch wasn’t careful with my toy!”

“I’m sorry,” Lyla said honestly, “I’ll make it up to you.”

Mia smiled, “Aww, It’s nice to see girls sharing like that. Whatever happens, I hope you won’t let something as trivial as a damaged pair of balls come between you.” Then, after a pause, “I hope it doesn’t shock you that I say that.”

Lyla giggled, “No, it doesn’t. Actually, we brought him here because we heard you have that philosophy. You ‘fixed’ my dad a few months ago, and gave my mom this great app.”

“Oh yes,” Mia exclaimed, her face lighting up with recognition, “You look just like your mom! How is she enjoying the app?”

“She loves it! We all do.”

“That’s great to hear,” Mia said, then turned to Gemma, “It’s good when girls already have a sense of the possibilities when they come in. I’m about to treat your boyfriend. To make sure I provide the best treatment, I need you to tell me how important each of the following is to you on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the very important, 1 being not important at all. On that scale, how important is his fertility, his ability to father children in the future?”

“How important it is to *me*?” Gemma asked and Mia nodded. “Zero”

“Good, that makes things a lot easier,” Mia smiled, “On the same scale, how important is that he will be capable of becoming erect, that he will be able to get hard?”

Gemma thought for a moment before responding, “Two.”

“How important to you is it that at least one of his balls survives?”

“Two”

“How important to you is it that both of his balls survive?”

“I don’t know. One I guess.”

“Perfect,” Mia said, “I’ll get to work. From my preliminary examination, I think that I have an 85% chance of saving his left ball and a 25% chance of saving his right ball too. Is that ok?”

Gemma paused for a moment. What was the doctor saying? Does she mean do I understand the chances or is she giving me some sort of choice? Would she try harder to save them if I say I really want both to survive? Or maybe it’s the other way, is she giving me the power to decide if his balls shouldn’t make it at all? That power gave Gemma a rush of pleasure, but she just nodded, “Yes, that’s alright.”

“Oh, and I’ll need the key to the cage you have him in,” Lyndsey added.

“Oh shit,” gasped Lyla, “I’m sorry. I left it in our room! I can run back and get it.”

“No,” Mia interrupted, “It would take too long. With the swelling and the cage reducing blood flow, both of his nuts would probably be beyond repair by the time you get back. I can do one of two things. I can cut the cage off, but I would hate to ruin a nice cage. Or I can remove both of his balls and not damage the cage.”

“You mean you would cut his balls off just like that?” Gemma said in amazement.

“It’s always up to the discretion of the surgeon to judge what is beyond saving. I’ll just record in the paperwork that they were already damaged beyond repair.” Seeing Gemma’s excitement, Mia urged, “Your friend pretty much already ruined the right one. Unless you really wanted him to keep both, I was already planning to snip it. It will be a lot less work for me if I can just snip both of them.”

“Ok,” Gemma said with a broad smile, “castrate him!”

“Great!” Mia said cheerfully.

As she walked back to the surgery, Gemma and Lyla turned to each other giggling with excitement.

“You actually ruined one of his balls!” Gemma squealed, “That is so impressive that I can’t even be mad at you for going so far!”

“Yeah,” Lyla said modestly, “but you literally got to decide to make him a eunuch, that has to feel amazing!”

“It does,” Gemma said exultantly, “Were you *trying* to castrate him?”

“Yeah,” Lyla admitted sheepishly, “I just wanted to see if I could.”

“I don’t blame you,” said Gemma, “I’ve thought about trying it too. I think every girl probably has.”

“I think every girl should!” Lyla chimed, “It’s such a power rush.”

“Yeah,” Gemma agree, “Speaking of which. You owe me your dad’s left ball.”

“What?” Lyla laughed.

“My boyfriend is about to lose his balls because of you, so it’s only fair that your dad loses one of his. Hand over your phone. 

Lyla paused. She didn’t want to castrate her dad, at least not any more than she wanted to castrate any guy. On the other hand, they’re just balls. Also, her sister is kind of a brat, so with Lily still living at home, it’s only a matter of time before she gets annoyed and ruins at least one of his balls. Not to mention their mom. There’s no way she’s going to let him keep his balls forever. If Lyla was going to have any fun, she knew that she should act fast. And, besides, she really liked Gemma and wanted to share the fun with her.

“Fine. But we’re not going to do it all at once, ok? You can stab a ball like 30 time before there’s only mush left, so we shouldn’t use the total destruction button immediately. We should have fun before the big finale.” Lyla took out her phone and the two girls looked each other excitedly in the eyes as Gemma reached forward and gently tapped the image of the left ball.

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Meanwhile, Lily was feeling annoyed with her dad, who had ordered her to clean her room and do laundry. She was angrily grabbing clothes off her floor and throwing them into a laundry basket. She liked her room the way it was, and she had enough clean clothes, so why did he care? And why did he insist on telling her what to do instead of respecting her as the young adult she had become?

She was almost annoyed enough to get out her phone and open the special app that her mom had given her. But she wasn’t sure she could really do that to her dad. And she didn’t want her mom to worry that she was going to overuse it. She decided that it was best to save it for when she really, really wanted to use it rather than risk having her mom take it away before then.

It would be amazing to see the look on his face if she used the app. She imagined herself standing over him, throwing her laundry on top of him and telling him that washing her clothes was his job now. She imagined his look of disbelief and futile moans of pain.

Suddenly, as if her daydream had sprung to life, she heard a deep groan from the living room. Throwing her laundry aside, she rushed to see what was wrong. The sight of her dad, almost exactly like she had pictured him, rocking in the fetal position on the floor clutching his balls surprised her so much that she couldn’t help laughing. He looked as ridiculous as she had imagined. His face was clenched in real pain and tears were welling in his eyes.

“My god! What happened?” she asked, suppressing giggles.

“My ball,” he finally managed to gasp in pain.

“Does it really hurt that bad?” Lily asked in genuine curiosity.

Instead of answering, he looked up pleadingly and asked, “Why?”

It was a good question. Her mom or her sister must have launched a spike. But her mom was getting a haircut, and Lyla was at college, so why would either of them do it now. Maybe it was an accident? The thought of one of them grabbing their phone without looking and causing this much pain was so hilarious that she couldn’t hold back the laughter.

Dan’s face reddened now with anger as well as pain. “Because I told you to do your laundry?” he spat.

“No,” Lyla said, defensively, “But now that you mention it, don’t you think it would be better if you did my laundry from now on?”

“I’m your dad,” he said, trying to regain some authority in his voice, “you need to listen to me.”

Just then, Lily felt a vibration in her pocket and pulled out her phone. Dan, misinterpreting, flinched and flailed his arm in a vain attempt to grab the phone.

It was a text from Lyla: “is dad there?”

“OMG u did that?” Lily texted.

Lyla responded with an angel emoji and “how is he doing?”

“see for urself,” Lily texted and started a video call. She was startled to see both Lyla and her roommate Gemma sitting in what looked like some sort of office grinning with nervous excitement. Lily flipped to the phone’s back camera so that Lyla and Gemma could see Dan flailing in pain and anger.

The two were giddy: “Oh my god!” “Whoa!” “You did it!” “It really works!” But they broke off as Dan, managed to pull himself up and lunge toward Lily. Both Lily and her sister froze in instinctive fear, but Gemma, keeping a more cool head immediately tapped the left ball icon that was now hovering translucently over the video display.

Instantly, Dan lurched backward, shrieking and again futilely clutched his nuts. All three girls laughed with relief and amusement. “It’s even better to see it in real time!” Gemma exclaimed.

Lyla couldn’t resist any longer and tapped the image herself and her dad emitted a high-pitched whine. “Sorry daddy,” Lyla whispered half-seriously, her mind still processing the sudden shift from fear as he had lunged at Lily to unaccustomed power now that it was obvious how fully in charge they were.

“Stop it!” Lily urged, “He thinks it’s me, and you are going to make him so mad.”

“Seriously Lily?” Lyla asked, “So what? What is he going to do? We literally have him by the balls! It’s just like mom said. And as long as he wants to keep his balls, he’ll do whatever we say.”

“Umm, ok,” Gemma butted in, “But he only gets to keep one ball, remember? You promised I can destroy the left one.”

“You didn’t!” Lily gasped.

“I did,” Lyla said a little apologetically, “I kinda ruined her boyfriend’s balls, so I’m making it up to her this way. But we’ll still have right one to keep him in his place.”

“Oh my god,” Lily sighed, “You two just stop. I need to talk to dad for a sec.”

Lyla and Gemma watched as Lily stood over her dad, still keeping the phone’s camera on him, and said, “Did you hear that? It’s Lyla and her roommate fucking with your balls. I can’t believe you blamed me!”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“And then, you charged at me! I actually thought you were going to hit me.”

“I’m so sorry…. My balls,” he sobbed, as if that explained anything.

“You’re balls? Really?” Lily said with exasperation, “Are you’re balls really so important that you would threaten me like that?”

“You don’t understand,” he said desperately.

“No,” Lily shot back, “I don’t think you understand. Would you have lunged at mom like that? No! You know why? Because we both know she would have cut your balls off and fed them to you for dinner if you did! That’s the real problem. You actually care more about your balls than about us.”

“No, that’s not true.”

“I think it is,” she said firmly, “Do you remember that time when I was younger and that boy pushed me down and I kicked him in the balls? You ran over and grabbed me and shook me so hard and yelled about how I should never ever do that to a boy. That was scary, and it felt like you cared more about some random boy’s stupid nuts than about your own daughter. I cried so hard until mom told me that it was ok and that I did the right thing. I still can’t believe that you think that balls are so important that you would prefer that I get hurt rather than risk hurting some boy’s precious little balls!”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Am I more important than your balls?” she pressed.

“Yes, of course!”

“Ok, prove it. From now on, you have to respect me just as much as you respect mom. No telling me what to do. If I want my room clean or my laundry done, I’ll tell you to do it. Got it?”

“Yes,” he said softly.

“Good,” she said happily, “Now, tell me it’s ok if I press this button and destroy your balls.”

Lily saw what was left of his masculine ego and fatherly authority collapse as he said with genuine submission, “It’s ok.”

With a huge smile, Lily she said, “Because you didn’t argue, I’m just going to destroy your right one now.” She tapped the button.

All three girls watched in amazement as he convulsed on the floor while spike after spike after spike shredded his nut. Lyla and Lily shared the exhilarating sense of finally not being beholden to a man at all. They now felt the power that they always respected in their mother.

“Damn,” Gemma gasped, “that was amazing! Now that you ruined the right one, I guess we should stop playing with the left one. But, honestly, seeing that was worth it! I think you should get your mom and come here.”

\~\~

In the waiting room, Mia cheerfully addressed the four women: “Gemma, your boyfriend’s in the recovery room now. The remains of his balls are in a jar at the front desk along with your chastity cage if you want to pick them up. As for Dan, his right ball will definitely need to be removed. But, before I operate, I need to know, on a scale of 1 to 10, how important is it that he keeps the left one?”

The mother and daughters whispered together briefly before Lindsey said with a radiant smile, “zero.”