The Ministry of Penile Control

*Contains: >!castration threat, sph, chastity, public nudity!<*

“Alright, here’s your key, you two lovebirds. Have fun and remember, boy,” the stern clerk said to the man, “just because she’s about to unlock your weewee doesn’t mean you can just ignore her needs, understood? Make sure your fiancé is satisfied *before* you ever put that puny thing near her.”

“Of course, thank you so much!”

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment more but when he didn’t argue, she turned to his fiancé. “He’s had his orientation, right?”

“Yes, everything is like we stated in the form about his precoital training.” She was nervously fingering the key she’d just been handed. “He’s been reviewing why penile control is necessary and good, he’s been rehearsing how to make me cum with his tongue, uhm, I kneed him in the balls a lot to decrease chances of him spurting prematurely…”

“Alright, alright, just checking one last time. Gaining ownership of a new dick is a lot of responsibility, after all. Well, head off then, dear. Have fun and try not to make a mess!”

The clerk watched the young couple hurry out of the Government Penile Agency – or the cockcentre, as people informally called it – whispering to each other excitedly. She shook her head and smiled, giving the information on their application one last glance. “Ten and a half inches, eh… lucky girl…” Then, she pressed a button, and a bell rang somewhere. The counter on the wall behind her ticked up by one.

Kevin’s number had finally come up.

He quickly walked up to the clerk’s booth. On the wall behind her, one poster showed a cat hanging from a branch with the caption ‘Hang in there!’ written underneath it. The other was a typical PSA poster that the Ministry of Penile Control handed out like candy. It showed a cartoon woman dressed as a teacher stepping on the balls of a comically large, disembodied penis that was crying. It said ‘Prevent male hysteria! Keep peenie locked and ballsy busted!’

The clerk looked him over dismissively. She was kind of hot, in a stern teacher sort of way. Her blond hair was tied back in a bun, and she peered at him over smart half-moon glasses. On her chest, right next to her cleavage, was a name tag that said he was talking to Rachel.

“What are you here for, boy?”

Kevin came prepared. He wordlessly handed over a yellow form. Rachel took it, barely glanced at it and started laughing. People all around him frowned and smirked at Kevin, not sure what was so funny but naturally being amused by the clerk’s mirth.

From one of the booths next to her, a colleague looked over. “What’s got you in such a good mood, Rachel?” In lieu of an answer, Rachel just held up Kevin’s form. Immediately, the other woman started laughing as well. “Aaah, been a while since you’ve had a wanker’s application!”

“E-excuse me?” Kevin asked. People around him were now tittering along with Rachel.

“A wanker’s application! You know, form 32-F/1? ‘Application for temporary penile release for the purpose of ejaculation due to poor outlook of short- to medium-term vaginal entry’. People also call it the ‘pussyfree loser’ application, if you prefer that?” Rachel’s colleague was having a grand old time teasing Kevin.

“T-that’s not…! I mean, I’m not a-”

“Oh please, we all know if you were getting any, you wouldn’t be applying to have your wiener unlocked. Men that get pussy don’t stroke their dicks – they just fuck pussy. Let me guess, you hid a lingerie catalogue under your pillow so you can go home and finger your willy the minute we unlock it?”

“N-no! I need to be released for, uh, medical reasons and I don’t appreciate how-”

This time, Rachel interrupted him. “Swimsuit catalogue then. Lots of busty bikini babes, hm?”

Kevin gasped. “H-how did you…?”

Rachel just smiled. “It was either one of those two or pornographic contraband from before women started controlling penises the world over. You’re lucky it wasn’t *that*, little pervert. If I suspected you had porn at home, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting to rub your little mushroom ever again.”

Kevin swallowed audibly. He could have got snipped just for that? Maybe doing this the day after his 23rd birthday wasn’t such a good idea after all.

He had lied to his mother and told her he would go out and get a new game with his birthday money when he actually wanted to get unlocked for one whole, blissful day. Now that he was 23, he could apply without his mother’s or his girlfriend’s consent – if he had one.

“Very well, present your appendage, boy, so I can log your application and start the process.”

“H-here?”

“Of course, here. Don’t be daft, you know full well I have to scan the code on your peenie. Not to mention,” Rachel said with a smirk, “all these people already heard you’re here so you can get your penis out and rub it all day. They already know you aren’t getting any pussy. Seeing your chastity cage is hardly any worse, now, is it?”

Giggling from behind him told Kevin the clerk was spot on. With blushing cheeks, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled up his shirt and walked forward. The edges of his chastity cage clicked into place as he pressed it against the inspection port in the glass, right in front of the clerk. Until she unlocked him, he was now stuck here, his chastity cage and balls ready to be inspected while he was mooning the entire room.

“Mhmm, let’s see here…” Rachel said. “Freshly shaved and cleaned as well. Mummy made sure you leave the house with a clean willy this morning, huh?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Kevin asked and closed his eyes, not daring to look at the clerk or anyone else in the room.

He felt Rachel seize his right nut with two fingers, pinching it. “Balls are… *very* full, my goodness. You’ve been really looking forward to this, haven’t you? You little wanker. How long has it been since mummy last let you spurt?” Kevin mumbled something that was impossible to understand. “Speak up, boy, you haven’t been allowed to cum in how long?”

“Eight months…”

Rachel whistled. “Eight months without getting to cum, huh? That’s a long time, especially for a young man like you. I couldn’t imagine going even a whole week without.”

“Neither could I,” Rachel’s colleague shouted from her booth. “No wonder the boy is desperate enough to walk in here with a wanker’s application. Your balls must be overflowing. Mind you don’t drip on the floor, darling!”

Kevin was almost about to be offended again when Rachel squeezed her fingers together, Kevin’s poor gonad getting squished in-between. He quickly nodded.

“I bet mummy doesn’t know her son woke up bright and early so he can get his wiener unlocked… Can you believe this, Martha? 23 years old and lining up at a Penile Agency, hoping we allow him to play with this little worm.”

Her colleague poked her head out of her cubicle again, sharing a commiserating look with Rachel. “You know what they say about today’s youth. Nothing on their mind but the next time they get to spank the monkey. And the girls can’t get any proper dick because of it because they’re busy teaching their balls a lesson all day and night.”

“They do? Well, maybe they deserve it if they’re all obsessed with their willies like this one. Maybe boys these days need to get their goolies smashed harder,” Rachel said.

“U-uhm, do you need anything else from me? Or c-could you at least let go of my ball?” Kevin asked, face scrunched up in pain.

Rachel turned back to Kevin with agonizingly slow movements, her fingers still pinching his right testicle. Her hand shook slightly with the effort of squashing the gonad, knocking over a row of rubber stamps on her desk doing so. “Just a moment, boy. Your chastity cage has your ID number, I need to note down the number on your little penis prison. If I hurry and make a mistake, we’re going to have to start again.” She put his gonad against the table, pressing two fingers into it with real force now. Nut pain made Kevin spasm, and stars started dancing in his vision. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want that, right?”

“N-no! No!”

“Good. Then hold still while I write the number down.” Rachel put the stamps back in their place, then took out a pen and another form and slowly transferred the number on his chastity device onto the paper. The whole time she pressed his nut against the table. After what felt like ten minutes, she finally put the pen down and then looked up his ID in her computer. She typed excruciatingly slow with just one hand.

A giggle let Kevin know she had found him. “Ooh, three and a half inches, huh? Yeah, a wanker is all you’ll ever be… Alright, there we go, everything is nice and orderly. I double and triple-checked your number to make sure it is absolutely right. Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes! Please let go!” Sweat stood on Kevin’s forehead. He tried really hard not to shout at the clerk for trying to spear his right nut on her fingernails.

“Let go? Of what, boy?”

“Of my ball! Please, please!”

Rachel smiled. “Oooh, this ball? The ball that I’m currently crushing against the table?”

“Yes, that one!”

“Fine.” She let go and Kevin breathed an audible sigh of relief, only to then groan because a dull ache remained in his ball even now. “Alright, now I’ll just stamp and sign you, and then you can head upstairs.”

“I-is that where my penis will be released?” Kevin asked hopefully.

Rachel snorted. “No, boy, that’s where they’ll put these two,” she said and flicked his right ball, making Kevin groan louder, “through the wringer to determine if you do really need to have a wank, or if you’re just being a horny little perv.”

“B-but, I’m 23 now… I don’t need permission to masturbate…”

“Nooo, you don’t need a female guardian’s permission any more if you want to apply for a wank. But that doesn’t mean you get to stroke your little worm whenever you want. We need to thoroughly test if you really do need to masturbate. Boys always get so hysteric once their balls get a bit full, thinking only with their willies.”

Rachel reached for one of the rubber stamps she had knocked over. Her hand hovered over two identically looking ones – had she put them back in the right order? She shook her head. Of course she had. Her hand closed around the one closer to her.

The stamp seemed a bit strange – it looked like a typical self-inking one, except the plastic that would touch the paper before the stamp, to show you where it was aimed at, was oval. She placed it directly on top of Kevin’s right testicle, the one she had squeezed so much it was starting to swell.

When she slammed it down really hard, flattening his nut with the stamp, Kevin cried out.

Then she grabbed the pen again and started signing his stamped testicle, the point of the pen digging deeply into Kevin’s nut. “So they’re going to see if your balls really need to be emptied, or if you can make do without wanking. Really, Martha, what are they teaching boys in schools these days,” Rachel asked and finished her signature by jabbing the pen into his testicle, the point sinking deep into the meat of his ball.

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They had him deposit his pants and briefs before at Rachel’s booth before sending him upstairs, so Kevin’s cheeks were glowing with humiliation as he tottered through the agency’s first floor. Of course, the stairway was all the way back at the entrance. Laughter from the women working at the agency or just visiting it followed him as they watched Kevin press his hands over his locked-up penis and aching balls, one of which now bore a stamp and a signature.

The stairway to the upper floors was to the right of the entrance – which, unfortunately, consisted of a large double door with glass panes to see out of. At the moment Kevin walked past it, a group of twenty-something girls walked past outside. They spotted him and immediately began laughing, pointing at him with his caged penis and swollen nut. Several of the girls held up two fingers pinched together or wiggled their pinkies at him to make sure Kevin understood they were laughing at the miniscule size of his penis, while a few others held their crotches and mimed Kevin’s stupid, pained expression.

He hurried up the stairs, looking at the ground the whole time. That resulted in him running head-first into two large, soft pillows.

Surprised, he looked up. In front of him were two massive tits. Kevin stared at them with a slight, gaping smile. The tits were not just large, but so soft looking. They formed a plush, tear-shaped pair that was still slightly wobbling from Kevin having stuck his face in-between them. The deep cleavage showed husky skin that was completely unblemished. Kevin wanted nothing more than to sink his face back into those puppies, give them a good feel with his hands and then rub his cock all over-

“I said, eyes up here, dickless!”

Kevin’s surprise at the tits speaking was only momentary, as it was quickly replaced by the dreadful feeling of a clenched fist uppercutting his balls so hard that they deformed into the contours of a woman’s knuckles.

With a pitiful squeak, Kevin turned to putty around the fist in his bollocks and fell to the ground.

“This is why I hate Mondays, you always get a flood of desperate virgins that went crazy from lack of pussy over the weekend… Oi, dickless, you here for a nut test, right? Or did I just accidentally solve that problem for you,” she said, smiling at her own joke.

Peering down at him was a woman with dark skin and short, glossy black hair. She had sable eyes with long, seductive eyelashes and a cute, little button nose – despite being built like a bouncer. Her tits and her glossy lips must've been the only soft things about her, seeing how muscles rippled under her skin. Stuck to her massive boobs was a name tag that read, ‘Hello! I’m Alice!’

Alice picked him up by his wrists, forcing them away from his aching testicles. She put his arms together so she could hold Kevin up with one hand, while leaving him completely exposed. “Are you just going to ignore me?” She grabbed his right testicle between two fingers, much like Rachel had done downstairs. It seemed the agency’s staff were trained in this move. “I said, are you here for a nut test?” Alice asked again, squeezing the lone gonad.

Everything inside Kevin’s stomach convulsed as the awful pain erupted in his ball. “Y-yes! I’m here for a wanker’s application, please let go!”

Alice looked surprisingly sympathetic at that. “Can’t get any pussy, huh? Yeah, I know a lot of boys like you at my wrestling club. They were always so desperate to try and let me fuck them, even though I was the club’s most infamous ballbuster. I’d usually wrestle them after hours, then let them eat me out while they’re pinned under me. And after I came, I’d squeeze their nuts so hard that they pis-”

“Please, my ball! Let go!”

“-this one boy, I forget his name, I think I actually broke one of his nuts. We were wrestling and I ‘accidentally’ smashed my knee into his goolies like always. And I felt it pop against my knee like a grape! Must have been all the leg days I did at the time, I-”

“Ms. Montague!” a different female voice called from behind.

“Ah crap…” Alice slowly set Kevin down, but even as his feet touched the ground, she refused to stop squeezing his right ball.

“This is highly unprofessional!” A slightly older East Asian woman, somewhere around her thirties or forties, stopped in front of them. She was wearing a secretary’s suit in pastel green. “I am very sorry, sir. Ms. Montague is a new hire and as such hasn’t yet learned how to professionally greet applicants… or how to separate her private and work life.”

“It’s fine! Just please tell her to let go of my bal-”

“She always wastes people’s time on those stories of hers. That is incredibly unprofessional and she really needs to learn to stop doing that. Isn’t that right, Ms. Montague?”

“Sorry, ma’am…” Alice had the good sense to look sheepish while holding Kevin by wrists and testicle.

“It’s fine. That is what the orientation period here at the agency is for, right? Now, why don’t we try to help this citizen, he looks rather distressed. Do you remember how to proceed?”

“Uh, yes, I… check the nut?” Alice asked. Her supervisor nodded and Alice lifted Kevin by his testicle. The gonad was now starting to turn blue from getting squeezed so much. Kevin yelled in pain, of course, but none of the woman seemed to be bothered by that. By the time Alice had brought Kevin’s balls to her head level, he was completely horizontal, almost his entire weight suspended by his testicle.

Alice frowned. “34-G/1? But he said he was here for a wanker’s ap-”

“Ah, that’s definitely Rachel’s handiwork. See that deep puncture into the testicle after the department code? She always makes sure to hit the ball extra hard so it puffs up a bit. Makes it easier to read.”

“OK, but what about-”

Alice’s manager looked at her with a stern expression. “You have the nut code and confirmed it holds the appropriate signature, right? You should be proceeding to the next step.”

“Understood, ma’am.” Under the watchful eyes of her supervisor, Alice carried Kevin along by wrists and ball. The testicle looked decidedly less healthy now, mottled with blue spots. To Kevin’s relief, his torture at the hands of this brawny chick came to an end when she carried him into a separate room with some stuff hanging from the walls and cabinets at the side.

She shut padded restrains around his wrists and ankles and then pressed a button. The restraints moved, until Kevin was lifted into the air, dangling from the ceiling. His legs were spread to allow Alice easy access to his genitals.

“Alright, let’s get started then!”

“M-my ball… you hurt it so baaad!” Kevin cried.

“Oh boy, so you’re a screamer, then, huh? Look, I can get a gag for you, but the form for that is super complicated, I haven’t really had time to learn how to fill that out yet. Can’t you just try to be quiet while I work on your nuts?”

“You’re going to gag me?” Kevin asked fearfully.

“Only if you don’t stop yelling about your balls. C’mon, you’re a big boy, aren’t you? You applied for such a grown-up procedure! I bet lots of girls will be very impressed with you if you tell them what you’ve had done at the cockcentre.”

“They will be?” That sounded weird to Kevin. All the girls he knew had always commented very snidely on boys getting let out of their cages for their masturbation days.

“You can take it, yeah? Not getting gagged will be comfier for you too!”

Kevin nodded, silently praying this would be over soon. He didn’t know the process for getting a day to jerk off was so involved.

“Wonderful!” Alice beamed at him while pulling leather gloves over her hand that didn’t cover her fingers.

“Uh, what are those for?”

“For beating your nuts, of course.”

“I thought you were just testing the-”

“Alright, warm-up, here we go! Remember, this is a collaborative effort. So try not to cry, OK?” She gave Kevin a thumbs up. “Now let’s make these balls wish they were never born!”

“Wait, I- HMPH!”

Alice’s fist crashed into his defenceless balls like a freight train. A freight train that was breaking speed records. And someone had placed his testicles on the track.

“Ha! Cha!” Alice was wasting no time at all in making Kevin’s balls feel like they were getting used as a sandbag.

Kevin wanted to scream, but the nut punches were coming so fast, he couldn’t draw breath to do so. He could only stare at Alice’s pillowy tits sway hypnotically as she smashed her knuckles into his testicles over and over again.

Her focus on his most vulnerable parts scared Kevin. While Alice had inflicted immense pain on his nuts the moment he stepped onto the second floor, she seemed very relaxed while she hurt his balls. Now, though, she was glowering at his balls like they belonged to a sex offender and it was her job to make sure they never worked again.

Punch after punch smashed his balls, rocking Kevin to the core with testicular agony. Alice methodically placed strike after strike on his testicles, as if she was working on breaking them down with her fists. If she wanted, he knew, she could just keep going until his balls were just a smear on her gloves.

Finally, after what felt like thirty minutes of relentless ballbusting without pause, Alice stopped. She was sweating but smiled at Kevin like she had just won an award. “Whew, that was fun! A good workout, too, don’t you think?”

Kevin finally managed to cry out in a shrill voice. Alice slammed her hands over her ears.

“Ouch, dude, are you trying to make me go deaf?! Why are you yelling like that, I thought you were a big boy! Alright, I’m not going to get a gag *now*, so…”

Without hesitation, Alice unbuttoned her tight jeans and quickly shimmied out of them. She was wearing a pair of low rise, peach-coloured panties that barely covered her puffy little mound. At any other time, the sight would’ve driven Kevin into frothing, horny madness. It was the first time he had seen a real girl in underwear, not just in photos. But Kevin was currently trying to comprehend the raging agony in his testicles, so the fact that he had just lost his panty-seeing virginity didn’t register.

And Alice wasn’t done yet. She slipped out of her little panties and quickly bunched them up into a pastel bundle, then stuffed them into Kevin’s mouth. “There, that’s almost as good as a gag, right?”

The panties in his mouth were a wake-up call for him. When he realized why the piece of cloth in his mouth was so fragrant, his eyes went wide with shock. But when he turned his head towards Alice, she had already turned her back to him and stepped back into her jeans lying on the ground.

The sight was mouth-watering, but Kevin lamented that the pain in his stupid nuts had kept him from glimpsing his first ever pussy. At least, that’s what he thought. And then, Alice bent down to pick up her jeans.

It was like Kevin had died and gone to heaven. There, between this girl’s legs was the object of all of his desires. A beautiful, pink slit that opened towards him like the petals of a rose. It shimmered with a faint wetness, like a lush fruit begging to be tasted. He had only ever read descriptions of that soft, wet hole girls had between their legs. It was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined.

When Alice turned back around, Kevin was staring wildly at her crotch, huffing and thrusting his hips back and forth like a horny monkey. His little chastity cage jingled and flopped around, making Alice laugh.

“Pffhaha, what’s got into you all of a sudden? Are you that eager for me to start kicking your balls?” The boy in front of her could only grunt and thrust his hips vainly. The sight of her divine pussy, a sight Kevin had doubted he would ever get to see in his life, put him right on the edge of a climax. His caged dick was twitching and leaking precum like a faulty tap, ready to shoot his load at the mere sight of Alice’s glistening quim. Only the pain in his nuts kept him from cumming in his cage at the sight. “Well, alright then. Guess I should kick them extra hard if you’re that eager!”

Alice stepped back and took aim. With a running start, her leg whistled through the air as it crashed into Kevin’s groin with deadly, almost ball-killing force.

Kevin stopped thrusting his hips and wailed around the panties in his mouth, convinced that his manhood would soon be reduced to a faint memory of painful, failed erections and overfull balls begging to be emptied. It did not stop Alice at all.

“HMMPH! PHH!”

“Haha, yeah! That’s what I always say, kicking balls is so fun! It’s like kicking two pillows that look like weird, wrinkly eggs! Hiyah!” Her second kick managed to be even harder. From inside his right nut, a faint *crack* could be heard.

“Oh look, the right one is swelling even more now, I think it’s the size of an actual chicken egg now. Think I can make the other one match?”

“MMMHH!”

“I agree, we can’t say until I try. Ready to have your left egg scrambled? HAH!”

True to her word, Alice managed to hit only his left testicle. She hit the nut with the toe of her shoe, pinning the ball against his body and warping it into a grotesque, flattened half-moon shape. It, too, produced an audible crackle as something inside the testicle gave in under the kick.

“Whew, that was a good one,” Alice said and bent towards Kevin’s busted sack. Bruises were blooming all over his scrotum and his balls were swelling rapidly. She poked the left one curiously. “Hey, I think I put a dent in this one. Right in the middle. Heh, still got it…”

The touch made Kevin throw himself against his restraints. Alice ignored the boy’s struggling and went to pick up a small towel that hung discreetly over a rack in the corner. She wiped off the sweat on her forehead, then, after confirming Kevin was much too preoccupied with his now concave testicles, she stuck the towel down her cleavage and wiped the underside of her boobs.

Taking it out, she twirled the towel around until it was coiled tightly and whipped it into Kevin’s balls. She was rewarded with another muffled scream.

“Hehehe, I used to chase the boys in my athletics club around like that. Their yelps were sooo funny whenever I smacked their little nuts with a towel. Anyway, now that your boys are nice and swollen, all I have to do is clamp the measuring device on them and then you’re good to go!”

Alice went to a cabinet and took out what looked like two thick boards of clear, hard plastic screwed together, with some sort of motor attached. She slipped Kevin’s testicles in-between the two boards and then pushed some buttons. A small display lit up.

“OK, now I just push this button and the measuring device will squeeze down on your balls and measure the resistance your nuts provide. Once it beeps, I’ll know they passed the minimum resistance level and then I can take it off again. Easy, right?”

Alice pushed the button and immediately, the motor started whirring. The two boards slowly closed in on each other. At that moment, the door to the nut testing room opened and the same supervisor from before walked in. Her secretary dress was now stained with big, wet splotches of a thick, white substance.

“Ms. Montague, do you have a moment? A couple has used coital joining room B and they left an absolute mess in there. I’m talking cum stalactites hanging from the ceiling and jizz puddles on the floor. We can’t wait for clean-up, this needs to be addressed immediately.”

“Someone really used a government-provided fuck room? I always fucked at home, or in a park when I bothered to get a dick unlocked for myself… right, not relevant, sorry, boss. Yeah, I have got some time, consider it done,” Alice said and saluted.

She and her supervisor walked out. “Good, we can’t let the HoD see this. I’ve already slipped once in there. If we have to have a workplace safety meeting because of some pearl jam, she’ll find a way to stitch balls to us and crush them between her…” The voice of the woman faded away as she led Alice out of the room, leaving Kevin all alone with the measuring device.

It was buzzing diligently and started to put pressure on his balls now. Kevin moaned in nut ache. Slowly, he felt the plastic tighten around his testicles, squishing them together. If it wasn’t for the damage Alice had already done to his balls, it would just be a light little squeeze. Kevin hoped that didn’t mean Alice hadn’t kicked permanent indentations into his balls.

Then, the machine beeped loudly and Kevin sighed in relief, almost accidentally swallowing Alice’s panties. Thank God that was over and done with, Kevin wasn’t sure if he could’ve taken even more abuse to his testicles.

Then, the machine beeped again, and the motor set into motion again. The boards were constricting even tighter, the device beeping the whole time.

“Hmmph! Mhmm!” Kevin tried to shout but all he managed were muffled cries. The device squeezed the entirety of his balls now, squishing them flat against the plastic. The pain quickly ramped up.

The door to the nut test room had a small pane of glass at head level. Kevin saw several women walk by and in his desperation to get this device off of his nuts, he wiggled and thrust his hips at them, hoping to catch their attention. Most walked by without even noticing him, but one woman turned her head and spotted Kevin. He thrust harder at her, hoping she would get what he meant and help.

But she just smiled and wiggled her pinky at him, then walked away. The pain was blinding now, his balls were getting the life squished out of them. Even if Alice hadn’t busted his nuts before, Kevin would be in immense pain now. His testicles were squeezed down to a third of their normal size, splaying out like grotesque pancakes between the plastic. And the motor still wasn’t done.

It struggled to compress his balls even tighter, but so did his nuts. Kevin could swear he heard them creaking, as if they were about to burst. Just a few minutes earlier, he thought the worst that could happen to him was getting his nuts popped by Alice’s kicks. Now, Kevin felt that having his nuts burst by a woman was at least more personal than getting castrated by a heartless machine.

The door swung open. “… some even dripped into my mouth. Urgh, I bet I’ll find cum in my hair for the next few- oh?”

“It seems the measuring device has reached the resistance threshold.” Alice and her supervisor had just entered. They both stared at Kevin’s nuts, squished completely flat between the boards of the measuring device, looking like they’re about to pop. Incessant beeping filled the room.

“Oh, uhh, it seems I misjudged how long it would take…” Alice turned to her boss, hand scratching the back of her neck. “Sorry…”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Montague. It happens. The important part is that you applied the device to the testicles correctly and it managed to correctly test the resistance of his balls. Leaving it on for a bit after that is maybe not ideal, but hardly worthy getting upset over.”

“Oh, really?” Alice said, clearly not expecting such leniency from her boss.

“MHHH!!” Kevin was crying, tears flowing down his cheeks. Neither of the women moved to turn the machine off.

“But what if the device went so far that it compromised his testicular integrity? These things can go until the balls we slip inside them split and rupture, right?”

“True, we also use them for castrating incorrigible males. But don’t worry, no woman in the history of the Ministry of Penile Control has ever been reprimanded for accidentally rupturing a pair of testicles.”

“MHHHM! HMHMHHHH!” Kevin couldn’t believe it. They were standing right in front of him and instead of taking this castrating thing off of his balls, they were having a pleasant chat!

“Oh, phew! I know people don’t make a big deal out of a boy losing his goolies most of the time, but I felt we were supposed to be…” Alice said, searching for words.

“Better than the average citizen?” her supervisor said.

“Yeah…” Another few cracks and crunches came from Kevin’s balls.

Alice’s supervisor smiled. “We are only human, Ms. Montague. A few testicles here and there, what’s the big deal. We don’t need to be holier than the pope.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m really glad I started working here.” Alice seemed genuinely touched. “OK, let’s see what’s left of these nuts, then, shall we?” she said as she turned to Kevin.

She pushed a button and the measuring device stopped trying to explode his balls. Instead, it held the current pressure it had put on Kevin’s nuts. It felt like every woman at the cockcentre was standing on his balls at the same time.

Alice tried to yank the device off of his balls, which barely moved it at all. Kevin cried out, of course, feeling his abused testicles get yanked on, but Alice didn’t let that trouble her. She grasped the top of his nutsack and brutally pulled on the plastic. The flattened testicles stretched down very far, further than Kevin could have ever pulled them by himself. It was on Alice’s sixth tug on his nut cords, gonads pulled down towards Kevin’s knees, that his nuts finally popped free.

“Ooh, these don’t look healthy…” Alice said. Both women inspected the squished ballbag. It remained as flat as it had been in the measuring device.

“It should be fine, the blood has to rush back into them first. They’ll reinflate eventually… I think. Just stamp and sign them, and then the girls downstairs can take it from there.”

Alice took another stamp like the one Rachel had used on his right ball and lined it up with Kevin’s left nut. She slammed the stamp into the gonad, drawing a pained howl from its owner. Then she wrote some sort of code on the testicle and signed it. “OK, all done! That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Kevin weeped.

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Kevin’s chastity cage clicked into the inspection port of the booth downstairs.

“Good afternoon, sir, what can I do for you today?” The woman at the counter wasn’t Rachel. It seemed her shift had ended. Instead, Kevin was greeted by a dainty girl with long, flown hazel hair that looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly. Her name tag said she was called Sam.

“B-balls…” Kevin stammered. “Wanker appli… cation…”

“Oh, have you had your nuts tested, sir? Very good! I’ll confirm that right away,” Sam said happily. She took a small form from the side and quickly copied the codes signed onto his balls over. Then, she seemed to cross-reference a calendar on the wall. When she looked up at him, she smiled warmly. “Alright, thank you for waiting, sir. Your next appointment for a ball beating will be on Saturday the fifth. There is no need to bring any forms, as the stamps on your nuts will be visible for at least the next three months. And while not forbidden, the agency recommends not putting any undue stress on your testicles for at least 24 hours before the next treatment.”

“B-but… my cock?”

“Excuse me?” she said, her smile faltering.

“My cock, y-you need to unlock my cock! So I can cum!” Kevin was getting angry now, slapping the counter with his palm.

Sam winced and then grabbed hold of his right nut. She was barely squeezing it, but his balls were so busted up, Kevin immediately lost all strength. “Sir, there is no need to shout! You are experiencing a bout of male hysteria. I’m going to have to calm you with a ball crimping!”

She squeezed his right testicle in her small hand, easily smushing the nut down to a fraction of its bloated size. If the nut pain didn’t make Kevin nearly frantic, attempting to pull his cock and balls away from the clerk, he would most likely be disturbed by how little resistance his balls put up against a girl’s small fist. It was like Alice’s kicks and crushing had softened his balls up.

“Alright, now that you have calmed down, I can confirm that stamped on your balls is the code 34-G/1. That is the application code for weekly testicle treatments with the aim of fertility control. You must have accidentally used the wrong form, sir. Both of your testicles are signed up to receive a weekly beating here to render all of your cum infertile, so I cannot unlock your penis, sir.”

“N-no, I definitely used the right one! The lady that was here before, she must have made a mistake – she must have used the wrong stamp! I swear I applied to masturbate! Please, I need to cum!”

“Well, that is what is stamped on this testicle here, sir, so that is what is going to happen,” Sam informed him with an air of finality. “But that is very nice as well, isn’t it? You will get to have your balls worked on by one of our agents for the next,” she looked at her calender again, “twelve months at least! If you think about it, that’s way better than a single day without a locked-up willy. For a whole year, you get to see one of our beautiful testicle agents once a week. And the whole time, you will be ‘shooting blanks’, so to speak, because she will destroy all the little spermies in your balls. It’s the most advanced and responsible way to ensure safer sex! In my opinion, that is well worth not getting to rub your penis for a whole year.” The way Sam rattled off the supposed advantages of this application, Kevin knew it was a rehearsed speech.

“But- I-” It was clear she was not going to unlock his chastity cage for him. Kevin had got his balls kicked for nothing. “OK… I retract my application for… for the…”

“For weekly testicle treatment with the aim of fertility control,” Sam said, resuming her friendly demeanour now that Kevin had calmed down. “Very good, though I need to inform you that will incur a penalty.”

“Penalty?” Kevin asked. “What kind of penalty?”

The friendly girl smiled sincerely. “As every man can only file a single application at a time, the Ministry of Penile Control decrees that each application must be heartfelt, to avoid overworking the agency’s staff. Therefore, the penalty for a misfiled application is rupture of both of your testicles, or in other words, castration. But the good news is that you can choose which of our agents you wish to crush your nuts. Do you still wish to retract your application so you can file a wanker’s application instead? Or will you proceed with your weekly ball smashings?”