Megan and Julia's Bet, Part 2 of 2

CW: Surgical castration



**JUNE**

Somehow, he survived a full 30 days of nightly crushing and stomps and, on a warm June night, he found himself back in Julia’s suite obediently waiting to give another sample.

“How do you want us to do it?” Megan asked chipperly, “barefoot or boots?”

“What do you mean?” Connor asked in nervous confusion.

“It’s the end of crushing and stomping month,” Megan said as if explaining the obvious, “so when we squeeze this sample out we’re gonna do it with our feet. Do you want barefoot or boots.”

“Barefoot, please,” Connor said softly and took his position on the floor holding the specimen jar.

“Awesome,” Julia smiled, “That should take longer.”

Connor’s anxiety grew. He hadn’t thought of that. He’d been thinking it would hurt less and be nice to feel their soft skin. Maybe he’d made the wrong choice. But it was too late to reconsider. The girls were already standing over him and forcing his balls in opposite directions with their toes.

He noticed that Julia was wearing blue toenail polish and Megan must have gotten a pedicure that day because her toenails had lustrous clear polish. He was about to say how nice they looked but was preempted by the stabbing pain as both girls simultaneously shifted their weight onto this trapped balls. He coughed and sputtered and looked up pleadingly.

“I don’t think we’ll have to wait too long,” Megan giggled, “Connor is always pretty quick for us.”

“True,” Julia smirked, “I bet it would go even faster if we bounce a little.” 

The two girls held hands for balance and began to bounce up and down in rhythm with each other.

Connor winced and shifted with each stab of pain. “Please,” he begged, “it hurts so bad.”

“Aww, poor guy,” Megan sighed although they didn’t stop, “Just give us the sample and you can drive home and ice your little balls.”

“I can’t,” Connor pleaded, “I think you broke me.”

“You’re being melodramatic,” Julia laughed, “But, because you have been a good toy for 3 whole months, we’ll give you a special treat to help get you there.”

The girls glanced at each other and then, while still bouncing on Connor’s balls, lifted their shirts. They were both braless, and Connor’s wide eyes darted from Julia’s massive, jiggling breast to the quivers of Megan’s smaller, gently sloped tits. They were both prefect in their own way, and although Connor honestly thought his balls were on the verge of breaking he felt like the luckiest man alive. He longed to gently kiss them. And, with that thought, the sample spilled from him in uneven spasms.

Connor was worried that the sample seemed smaller than usual even though he hadn’t cum all month. In fact, now that he thought about it, he barely ever got hard enough to push against the cage anymore. The girls told him not to worry about it, it was just the cage doing its job, and said that when the results came back he’s see he was just fine. 

\~\~

When the actual results came back, Megan and Julia were eager to see exactly how badly they had lied to him. Megan scrolled quickly to the summery, where the boxes were now bright red: “Sperm Count: Too Low to Measure”, “Percentile for Age Group: Lowest”, “Chances of Successful Impregnation: Highly unlikely / Infertile.”

Megan couldn’t contain her exuberance and started jumping up and down in joy. “We did it!” she exclaimed, “We actually broke his balls without him even knowing it!”

Julia’s felt a little wounded pride that she was wrong about their chances of sterilizing Connor, but that embarrassment was more than overcome by her own sense of triumph. “That’s hilarious!” she squealed, “But to be sure you really won, we need to see those results two months in a row.”

“You know I won,” Megan teased, “but if you need more proof, I can have fun playing for another month.”

The girls were in high spirits as they made plans, and when Connor arrived they could barely control their giggles at the knowledge that they had already ruined those the little chucks of flesh that Connor was so worried about.

When Julia slyly sent the fake email, and the three gathered around Megan’s phone, the girls pretended relief to seeing the bright green boxes.

“When are you going to stop worrying?” Megan asked, “You still have super sperm. It’s not like we changed you from a stallion to an infertile nothing in three months.”

Choking back laughter, Julia chimed in, “But you might not be so lucky after this month. We decided its knees month!”

Connor swallowed nervously as he eyed the girls’ knees. Julia’s looked like an flat island surrounded by a sea of muscle, while Megan’s was a jutting knob in her sleek legs. Enjoying Connor’s mixture of desire and fear, Megan walked behind him and held his arms behind his back.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered sweetly in his ear, “We’ll start slow.”

Julia walked purposefully toward him, steadied herself by placing he hands on his shoulders, and then sent he knee flying to his crotch over and over again relentlessly. The cage jostled against his stomach as his balls repeatedly flattened against pelvic bone.

Eventually, the girls traded places. Julia was able to restrain both of Connor’s arms with one of her own, leaving her other hand free to wrap around his sac, making his balls a compact trapped target for Megan’s angular knee. Each time her knee connected, it sent bolts of pain shooting through his body. He weakly leaned back, depending on Julia to hold his body up until she finally released him and he dropped to the floor.

 

Through tears of pain, he watched Julia sensually climb on top of him almost like he’d fantasized about her doing so many times before. In those fantasies, she had lowered herself onto his hard cock, but now his cock remained limp and he instead felt her knee pounding again and again into his swollen balls.

When she rolled off in evident satisfied exhaustion, Megan took her place, but rather than ramming her knee into his balls like Julia had done, Megan instead carefully planted her knee on both of his balls and slowly ground them into the floor as he look pleadingly into her smiling face.

Seeing the unadulterated joy in her eyes and smile as she ground her knee harder and harder into his flattened balls, he knew deep down that one day she was going to castrate him.

**JULY**

At the end of the month, Connor was feeling optimistic. He still had balls and they had survived more pummeling, compressing, and grinding under the Megan and Julia’s knees than he thought was possible. And now, he was praying that he would get to see their boobs again while they collected the sample. He wanted badly to ask them to, but he had something he wanted even more that he was working up the courage to ask.

“Can we take the cage off this time? *Please*.” he asked nervously as he stood in front of them naked except for the pink microcage.

The girls laughed in disbelief. 

“*Please*,” he begged, “Just for the sample. I can’t… I can’t get hard in it anymore… I just need out so I can do that and get the sample.”

“I don’t make you hard anymore?” Megan asked with a sad face and pouty voice.

“It’s just the cage,” Connor insisted.

“Makes sense,” Julia shrugged, “Your dick probably just got tired of fighting it. It’s funny that it knows when it’s been defeated.”

Connor blushed and hung his head as Julia went on, “Don’t worry. I have something planned that you should like even more than getting the cage unlocked. Lie on you back.”

The coldness in her voice as she spoke the last command spurred Connor to obey immediately. He looked intently up from the floor both excited and nervous to find out what they had planned.

“Hold the specimen jar in place with both hands. If you move your arms or legs at all, Megan is going to castrate you,” Julia said clearly and calmly. Connor looked nervously a Megan, who was giving him a kind, encouraging smile despite the fact that she had picked up a pair of scissors from the coffee table.

His attention soon snapped back to Julia, though, who was slowly lowering her soccer shorts down her muscular legs. She stood briefly in her crop top and red thong panties before also slipping the panties off to reveal a small mound of dark hair above voluptuous folds of skin.

Was she going to fuck him? His mind raced. How? With the cage on?

Julia strode toward him and planted her legs on either side of his head so that he was gazing up at the parting between her legs that he had fantasized so much about entering.

“Remember,” she said sternly as she began to lower herself down onto his mouth, “If you move your arms or legs even an inch, Megan is going to cut your balls off.”

Conner froze in horror as he felt the metal of the scissors against his sac and he heard Megan giggle. He struggle to stay as still as possible while Julia gave him careful instructions about how to lick her. 

While Julia worked herself slowly to orgasm, Megan amused herself by studying Connor’s battered balls. She was surprised at how swollen and bruised they were and smiled thinking that this must be their usual condition now. She closed her left hard around them, her right hand still putting pressure on the handle of the scissors so that she could quickly end his manhood if he disobeyed Julia. Slowly she squeezed both of his engorged orbs and was gratified at how little pressure it took to make him squirm and whimper: all the bruising must have left them incredibly tender.

She gave them a hard yank and pressed the edge of the scissor blade into his sack to remind him of the importance of not moving. With tiny sounds of suppressed cries, he held his body as still as possible. Megan continued to squeeze randomly, causing quivering sobs from Connor that enhanced Julia’s pleasure. As Julia built to a loud, moaning orgasm, Megan squeeze unrelentingly harder, sending the pitch of Connor’s squeals of pain higher and higher to match Julia’s own squeals of delight.

When she was finished, Julia looked over her shoulder and said with a frown, “You didn’t give us a sample! Didn’t you enjoy that?”

“I’m sorry,” Connor sobbed as the convulsive pain caused by Megan’s squeezes started to recede.”

“It’s ok,” Julia said in an indifferent voice, “I know you like Megan better, so we’ll switch places. But I’m not gonna lie, if you don’t cum for her, I’m going to enjoy cutting your balls off!”

Connor knew that begging Julia for mercy would do no good, so he tried to focus on how sexy Megan looked as she stood up and handed the scissor to Julia. As Megan moved forward, Connor saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her short, pleated skirt. She fanned her skirt out, and Connor was excited by the view of her close-trimmed pubic hair and delicate pussy lips, which parted as she squatted onto his mouth.

Soon he was energetically licking her and trying to tell his body to cum, despite the all-consuming pain that Julia’s strong grip was causing in his balls. Megan began to make soft but emphatic groans and forced herself down harder on his mouth. He was torn between a deep desire to make her cum and a cold fear that if she did before he gave Julia a sample, she would happily castrate him.

To Connor’s surprise, Julia unexpectedly released her grip on his balls and a second later he heard the sound of her vibrator. His sore balls made the sensation of the vibrator near the base of his shaft uncomfortable at best, but he was relieved to feel like he might be able to cum. The sensation made him lick Megan more frantically, which in turn amplified her own growing pleasure until within moments a small pool of cum was drippling into the specimen jar and Megan was gasping from wave after wave of pleasure as her own juices streamed down Connor’s face.

As Megan finished, Julia landed a hard punch that smashed both of Connor’s balls into the floor replacing the small pleasure he had felt from the orgasm with debilitating pain.

“Huh,” Julia remarked casually, “This is a pretty small sample again. Maybe we really did do something to those supposed supper sperm factories of yours.”

Humiliation and defeat filled Connor’s eyes, so Megan said breezily, “We won’t know until we get the sample tested, so you had better run along quick to drop it off and be back here in two days.”

\~\~

Two days later, Megan and Julia viewed the report with satisfaction. Again, all the boxes were read with results too low to measure and “Chances of Successful Impregnation” marked “Highly unlikely / Infertile.”

“We fuckin’ did it!” Julia laughed, “We sterilized him just by beating up his balls! We are fuckin’ Goddesses!”

“I told ya,” Megan giggled, “And *I* won the bet.”

“You did,” Julia acknowledged with respect, “So, you get the prize we agreed on. You get to decided how we castrate him. I hope you picked something fun.”

“I did,” Megan said with a mischievous grin and began to share her plans.

\~\~

This time when Connor came over, the email that Julia surreptitiously sent contained the real report, but the girls pretended to be reading it for the first time.

“Oh shit,” Julia snorted, “That sucks for you. It’s weird that it just plummeting like that. It’s like your nuts just gave up or something.”

“I’m sorry,” Megan said more comfortingly, “I know you wanted working sperm for some reason. I really didn’t think we could sterilize a guy like that.”

“Maybe we didn’t,” Julia said defensively, “Who knows how guy’s nuts work. Maybe it had nothing to do with us. Maybe they aren’t even sterilized, just taking a break or something. I’m no expert.” 

“Maybe we should talk to someone who is,” Megan exclaimed excitedly, “Didn’t you say one of the girls staying in the dorm this summer is going to be a urologist?”

“You mean Mia?” Julia asked, “Yeah, I guess we could see what she thinks, if it is such a big deal to him.”

“What do you say, Connor,” Megan asked gently, “Do you want us to ask Mia if she thinks we killed your nuts?”

Connor had been listening in stunned silence, trying to come to terms with what he knew to be true. “They’re broken,” he said sadly, “I already know it.”

“Would that really be so bad?” Megan ask sounding sympathetic.

“Yeah,” Julia shot more harshly, “We already told you, your chances of getting your dick in a girl is zero.”

“This might actually give you more of a chance,” Megan said encouragingly, “I might even consider it if I was 100% sure you're sterile.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “What? Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Well,” Megan said carefully, “I would have to be totally 100% certain you are sterile. I don’t want even the smallest risk. But, yeah, if that was the case, I think it would be cute to see you get what you are obviously always dreaming about.”

“That’s assuming he can still get hard now that we broke his balls,” Julia interrupted.

“We don’t know they’re broken!” Megan insisted, “Let’s ask Mia.”

Reluctantly, Connor agreed and Julia texted Mia. Mia, who had been waiting excitedly for the text since Julia and Megan called her early, arrived at the door quickly. Conner was struck by how confident the slime blonde looked as she walked briskly in wearing a pair of black platform heels, white straight-legged trousers, and matching jacket over a violet camisole. He blushed as she passed her eyes quickly over his body which was still naked except for the pink microcage.

“I see he still has balls,” Mia said with a thin-lipped smile, “What makes you think you neutered him?”

“This,” Megan said, showing her the report on the phone.

“Wow,” Mia exclaimed as she scrolled quickly through, “These are the sort of numbers you look for post-vasectomy. You might be right. It doesn’t look like those nuts are making any sperm. But let me get a closer look." 

She strode to Connor and began to roll his balls roughly between her fingers. “Hmmm,” she said as she squeezed his balls firmly, “bruising and distention, signs of regular and prolonged blunt force trauma. How long have you been playing with him?”

“About four months,” Julia answered.

“Every day?”

“Yeah, basically,” Julia shrugged.

“That would explain it. I can’t say for certain,” she said, still squeezing his balls despite apparently already finished with her diagnosis, “But I would say there’s a 99.9% chance that you ended his ability to get anyone pregnant and a better than 50% chance that you also significantly reduced his testosterone production. If you want to be 100% certain of either, I suggest having his balls removed.”

“What?!” Connor gasped, but Mia stopped him with an extra-forceful squeeze and a shushing sound.

“I’m just giving them their options,” she said coolly, “Castration is always the best option if you don’t want him getting anyone pregnant. After that, you can adjust his testosterone depending on whether or not you want him to be able to get hard.”

“He can get hard with no balls?” Megan asked excitedly.

“Sure, if you want,” Mia said releasing her grip on Connor’s balls to take a small card out of her jacket pocket, “If you want, you can try messaging this number. Some of the older pre-med girls pass it around. They say it is for cheap, no-questions-asked castrations. I don’t know, it might just be an urban legend, I’ve never messaged it.”

The girls thanked Mia for her expertise and as she left, she assured them, “I’m pretty sure you neutered him, but, like I said, if you want to be 100% sure, try that number.”

Megan walked back to Connor, who was sitting on the floor, silently crying. “I’m sorry we broke you balls,” she said, petting his head, “Would it make you feel better if I let you lick me again?”

“Just take off the cage, please,” he begged.

“The cage stays on as long as you’re our toy,” Megan said, sounding hurt, “I thought you still wanted us to have fun. I don’t care that your balls don’t work. They’re still fun to play with, so just let me and Julia have fun.”

Connor took his best option and lay on the floor while Megan ground her pussy against his tongue and Julia used his sac as a punching bag. 

**AUGUST**

Another month passed with the girls taking turns ridding his tongue and torturing his balls. Each time that while he worked Megan to orgasm with his tongue, she tried to convince him to text the number Mia left.

“Getting rid of your balls probably wouldn’t even make a difference for you now,” she said reasonably, “And, if I was 100% totally sure that you could never get me pregnant, I would let you put your cock in me. I know you want that. I might be the only girl who ever lets you. I probably shouldn’t, but I feel bad about killing your balls. If you just go that little step further and get them removed, I’d let you feel your cock in me. You might need testosterone or something to get hard, but whatever it takes we’ll do it if you just get rid of those silly little balls. They aren’t doing anything for you. And I know how much it must hurt when Julia and me hit them. So why are you so attached to them?”

He didn’t have a good answer, and after another sperm test that showed zero fertility, he had to admit that wanted to be inside Megan more than he wanted to keep his useless nuts.

They texted the number together and got instructions that he should come alone to one of the campus science labs with $1,000 in cash. He emptied his meager bank account to get the cash and prepared to set out.

“I’m so excited you’re doing this!” Megan beamed encouragingly.

Conner blushed and looked at the ground. “So, uh, you need to take the thing off,” he said.

“Nice try!” Julia snorted, “Until your nuts come off, the cage stays on.”

“But, they probably need it off to do the thing,” Connor objected.

“Then they can cut it off,” Julia said unmoved, “But don’t worry, I’m sure it will be easier for them to snip your balls off and send it back to us in one piece. Now get going!" 

Connor had secretly hoped for one last hardon and maybe even a “goodbye” cum, so he tried to mask his disappoint as he left for the appointment. As he closed the door to the suite, he heard the girls laughing.

\~\~

The lab, which was deserted for the summer, was unlocked just like the text said it would be. He walked in cautiously and saw a small envelop and bottle of water on the center table. On the envelope were the words “mix into the water and drink it all.” Seeing no other option, he poured a white powder from the envelop into the water bottle, swirled it, and gulped it down. Within minutes he was passed out with his head resting on the table.

After they waited a safe amount of time, Megan, Julia, and Mia flocked into the room, bristling with anticipation. Jostling Connor’s shoulder, Mia proclaimed, “It looks like he’s out!”

Julia, who preferred a more aggressive test, reached into Connor’s shorts, gripped both of his balls and closed her fist until she felt both of the start to distend. “Yep!” she exclaimed happily, “He’s not faking. Let’s get him on the table, I want to see Mia work.”

Mia was excited to get to work herself. Just a few days ago, she had performed her second orchiectomy, giving her roommate the gift of a new pet eunuch. She was surprised and pleased how easy the operation is and already considered herself an expert. But this operation was going to be different and even more exciting to her.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Megan asked eagerly as the girls hoisted Connor’s limp body onto the table and quickly stripped off his clothes. Julia shot her a cheerful smile as she took the $1,000 from Connor’s pocket.

“Yeah,” Mia reassured her, “I’ve been studying this one for a long time, and I’m 100% sure I can do it if it’s what you two want.”

“Megan won the bet, she gets to pick whatever she wants,” Julia said, “but I think this is perfect and is going to be hilarious.”

“As long as you are sure you can do it,” Megan said glowing with anticipation, “I want his little dick in a jar and his useless balls still attached, tormenting him.”

“That’s so cool,” Mia smiled, “and I can totally do it.”

“Oops,” Julia laughed as she unlocked the cage, “looks like I lied, the cage is coming off and your balls are staying, after all. But this little guy is history.” She playfully flicked his drooping dick with her bright blue fingernails. 

Mia spread her tools out on the table and began by attaching a tight band at the base of his cock with the elastrator that her farm girl roommate had leant her for the night. It was the same elastrator that had fixed her roommate’s ex-boyfriend and she momentarily wondered how many other guys’ sex lives it would end now that they knew how easy and fun it is.

She attached another band a fraction of an inch above the first to limit the bleeding and then began to slowly circle the helpless cock with her scalpel. She asked Julia and Megan to take turns dabbing away the blood as she cut deeper into the spongy tissue of the corpus cavernosum. She was careful to avoid the dorsal artery until she was able to clamp it off, reducing the mess of blood, and she skillfully isolated the urethra, which she snipped further from the body so that Connor would be able to pee and was less likely to end up in the ER, exposing her handywork. 

In a surprisingly short amount of time, she had tossed the useless cock into a tray so that she could cauterize and tidy up what remained. By the end, she was full of pride at the surgical skills she’d demonstrated but also couldn’t help laughing along with the two other girls at the sight of Connor’s swollen nuts hanging below a barely raised fleshy mound. They had really successfully taken a guy’s cock! They exchanged high fives and exclamations of amazement.

Mia then turned her attention to the sorry, wilted scrap of flesh in the tray. As she lowered it into a preserving fluid, she grinned with the knowledge that it would never again grow any longer or harder than its current wrinkled state. She handed the pathetic trophy to Megan, who couldn’t wait to show it off to her roommate, Isabella, and her other friends. A lot of them had various boys’ balls in jars, but she was pretty sure she was the first girl she knew to add a cock to the collection.

By the time Connor came to, the girls had left the room free of any trace of their presence. Connor reached down, hopeful that his dick was finally free, even if it cost him his balls, only to discover what he had really lost. He tearfully got dressed and made his way in a daze back to Julia’s dorm room.

\~\~

“What?” Megan gasped in mock wide-eyed disbelief when Connor told them.

“You idiot,” Julia said rolling her eyes, “You didn’t think to tell them that you wanted your balls snipped, not your peepee?”

“I didn’t have a chance to say anything, just the text message and then I drank something a note said, and it knocked me out and I woke up with my dick cut off.”

“Aw, let us see,” Megan said in the tone that always sounded to Connor somewhere between sympathetic and mocking.

As he shame-facedly took off his clothes, the girls barely tried to suppress their giggles.

“That’s what you get for texting some rando to castrate you,” Julia chided.

“I think he looks cute,” Megan squealed as she stepped close to him and clamped her hand around his nuts, applying enough pressure to make sure that all of his attention was on her, “Connor, if you got your balls cut off, I was going to let you in me because I felt sorry for you, but honestly, this is so much better. You’ll keep your sex drive so you’ll still be all cute and horny around us, but you won’t be whining all the time about wanting to get hard and cum. And, if you ever do get annoying, we still have these to keep you in line!” To demonstrate, she yanked down with a force cause him to collapse in agony.

Standing over him, Megan cooed, “Aw, poor thing! Let me do something to cheer you up.” In one smooth gesture, she slid off her canvas shorts and cotton panties so that Connor was staring up in awe at the soft folds of skin between her legs. “Lay down,” she commanded gently.

He obeyed and she lowered herself slowly onto his mouth. She moan with pleasure as he began to attentively circle her throbbing clit with his tongue. He paused briefly when he felt Julia settle into the space between his legs and grip his balls.

“I’m actually glad you still have balls too,” Julia grinned, “I thought that we weren’t going to get to play with this ballcrusher I got. I need something to amuse myself while you take care of Megan.” Without a dick in the way, it was super easy to position his balls between the two plexiglass sheets and ratchet the screws down.

As she watched his nuts flatten before her and the nub where his dick used to be quiver, Julia thought that she was going to thoroughly enjoy this new arrangement. And, for the first time, Connor legitimately wished that he didn’t have balls.